Vacation in Nice - Chapter 4 - Comforting mom

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Vacation in Nice - Chapter 4 - Comforting mom

“What happened to her on the way to the church?”

“Are you blind or just stupid?” Stacy said. “A woman doesn’t dress like that just to visit a church. She was going out on a date with someone.”

“You knew what she was doing and didn’t say anything? You didn’t tell me anything!?”

“What was I supposed to do? Stop her!? Maybe stalk her out!?”

“You’re telling me she came up with all that bullshit about visiting an old church just because she knew we wouldn’t have gone with her?!”

“Julian, stop screaming” she whispered. “She can still hear us under the shower”

“I need to see this for myself. I want proof.” I told her.

I booted up my laptop and opened Tinder. I had been using that app for two years, but every girl I met there could tell I was too young and refused to hook up. I never found mom there, but I also never looked for women older than 30, and she could had been using a fake profile picture anyway. Maybe that was the reason her date went wrong.

When the sign in page appeared, I entered my mother’s phone number. A few seconds later, I heard a loud croak coming from her purse. Either she went to pick up frogs near a swamp or she had just received the message with the code required to log in on the site.

I reentered her number. Her phone rang again.

“What are you going to do now, confront her?” Asked my sister.

“No, I have to catch her red-handed”

“And how do you plan to do that?”

“I don’t know, sis. I’ll come up with something. Let’s act normal for now”

Stacy walked out of my room stomping her feet.

At the dinner table, mom was checking her phone. I had never seen her do it. Not once in my whole life. She would have scolded us if we did the same. She was probably wondering why she had received two messages from Tinder without logging in.

“Let us see the pictures you’ve taken” I asked. Stacy rolled her eyes.

“Pictures? Of what?” mom asked.

“The pictures of all the monuments you saw. The ones you must be looking at right now”

“If you wanted to see them, you should have come with me!”

“I just want to see what I missed, mommy! Please, oh please!”

“I didn’t take any. The place was too dark and using the flash was forbidden. It damages the pigment of the frescoes”

“Surely you must have taken pictures of the exterior”

“I didn’t. It was too crowded to do that. There was always some moron getting in the way of my shot”

“Then why are you looking at your phone?”

“I am almost out of credit” God, she is a terrible liar, especially when she is forced to lie on the spot. Still, now I had an idea on how to arrange an encounter with her.

“It’s ok. I know a Tobacco’s shop near the beach where you can recharge it. The forecast predicts sunny for tomorrow, so-“

“You went to buy cigarettes, Julian?!” mom yelled. Stacy grinned.

Fuck, I didn’t think this through. “No, mom. Let me explain. They also sell ice creams there. I just bough an ice cream. That’s all.” Mom tamed her temper.

We finished dinner in silence and went to sleep. I wanted Stacy to give my dick a goodnight kiss but with mom around, that was out of the question.

The next morning, we stopped by the Tobacco shop before going to the beach. Mom spelled her phone number loudly to the man behind the counter. I took a look around the place. A small dive bar full of old people playing Belote around wobbly tables. Not good. I was hoping to find some good-looking tourists, but it was too early in the morning for them to be here.

Then, I saw it.

A 7 feet tall boy in his mid-twenties came from the back of the shop to serve beer and coffee at the tables. His muscular biceps were bulging out of his short-sleeved shirt. He had a firm grip on the plate he was holding. He didn’t spill a single drop of beer foam from the pints He was serving and walked with confidence across the bar. I caught my mom checking him out, out of the corner of her eye.

Yeah, He would do.

Later that morning, to my surprise, Stacy didn’t come up with an excuse to be alone with me. I thought she wanted to finish what we had started yesterday just as much as I did. Instead, she didn’t speak a single word to me and even looked the other way whenever I came close to her.

Why was she holding a grudge against me? Why couldn’t she simply tell me what I did to make her angry? Women are so complicated. But I had bigger fish to fry. I went for a swim to cool my thoughts.

On the way home, Stacy kept ignoring me. Was she jealous of my attentions? I would have talked with her later. It was time to set my plan in motion.

I spent 2 hours reading hotel reviews online. The hotel needed to be cheap and near the house.

Eventually, I found a review that read: “Awful place. No room service. Staff treats you like garbage. Untidy, dirty room with questionable stains all over the bedroom walls. Dead bedbugs on the mattresses. Prostitutes loitering in the hall. The reception didn’t even register my name to avoid taxes. Someone should call the cops and get the manager arrested.”

Bingo. The review seemed legit, as every single one was overwhelmingly negative. I especially liked the fact that they didn’t register the client’s name. Hopefully, they wouldn’t have checked my ID.

I looked for the quickest route to the hotel from the house. About fifty minutes by bus. That is, if you waited at the bus stop closest to our house. Five minutes on foot from here, there was another bus stop. The line that stopped there was more frequent, took a shorter route, and would have dropped me closer to the hotel. By taking that line, I could have saved fifteen minutes.

With this shortcut, I could beat my mom to the hotel, even if she started the race with a few minutes of advantage.

Next, I looked at the balance on my prepaid card: seventy dollars. Not much, especially since I needed some money to lure my mother to the hotel room in the first place.

The price to rent a room for one day in this hotel was fifty euros. Which converted into dollars was…too much for me to afford. Damn it! I was so close! If the staff treated their guests like garbage, there was no way I could haggle over the price. I had to start my research from scratch. Unless…. Of course! I just had to convince Stacy to lend me some money. She had been saving it since last summer.

Mom’s phone operator allowed those who recharged their numbers to leave a message on the recharged phone. It was probably intended as a way for relatives to send gift messages along with an unimaginative present. But it was completely anonymous, as the message was sent directly by the phone operator.

I would have used this tactic to lure mom to the hotel.

I began typing on my keyboard: “Hello there, my fair lady. First of all, I hope I don’t come off as too invasive. Also, I want to make clear that this isn’t a prank. Attached to this message, you are going to receive a small donation. A token of my sincerity, if you will. We have already met before. This morning, to be precise, at the Tobacco shop. I was serving at the tables when I first laid my eyes upon you. Never before had I seen such a beautiful woman. My feelings and intentions towards you are sincere. I know I could get fired for this, but it would be worth it just for the chance to spend a night with you.

Meet me at 4:30 P.M today. Look for the room with shoelaces tied to the doorknob.”

“Yeah, this will do” I thought. I added the hotel address and sent 20 dollars along with the message.

A few minutes later, I saw my mom getting dressed.

Stacy asked: “Where are you going, mom?”

“Uh, to visit Castle Hill. Do you wanna come as well?” She looked incredibly worried about her answer, and I was too. If Stacy said yes, my plans would have gone up in smoke.

“No, I think I’ll stay here.”

Mom ran at the door and slammed it shut behind her. I heard her scream from outside: “Goodbye kids, behave.”

Stacy went up to me and yelled in my face: “You are behind all this, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Look sis, time is off the essence. Can you give me some money?”

“What do you need it for?”

“It’s for mom. I invited her on a date pretending to be someone else. Without the money, I can’t rent the room we’ll be staying at and she’ll think her date chickened out. I don’t want to make her suffer.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time you play with a woman’s feelings. Now you can add shaming our mother for having a sex life to the list.”

“Sis, what are you talking about!? You saw her yesterday. I hadn’t seen her like this ever since she divorced dad. If she keeps this up, she is just gonna hurt herself more. Who knows what kind of man she will find?”

“And here comes her knight in shining armor. Ready to rescue his beloved from all harm.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you so hostile towards me all of a sudden?”

“Oh, nothing much. I just thought my brother and I had something special going on. That there was a special, if twisted, connection between us. I wanted to take our relationship seriously. Now I realized He is just a pervert who gets off the idea of fucking all of his family members without concern for their feelings”

“Sis, what are you talking about? I’m not going to fuck mom. And if I hurt your feelings, I am deeply sorry. I want to tell her.”

“Tell her what?”

“About us. I don’t know how, or how long it will take, but I don’t want our love to be secret forever. It’s not enough for me to fuck you behind her back. I wanna be with you without waiting for mom to look away. I wanna spend the afternoon kissing you on the couch. I wanna go out with you as your lover. I want to hold you tight in my arms at night”

My sister was moved to tears by my words. “You promise you are not gonna touch her and that I am the only one for you?”

“I promise”

“Yeah, but you swear that I belong to you and you belong to me?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, put a needle in my eye”

“Ok. How much do you need?”

“Forty bucks”

“Ok, here. Take my wallet. Go get her”

“Thanks, Stacy. I won’t disappoint you”

I rushed to the door and ran across the streets. I was barely in time to catch the bus.

The review was accurate: the receptionist didn’t even check my ID. Either I looked over 18 or she just didn’t care. I certainly didn’t care about her reasons for lending me a room unregistered. I had other things to worry about.

I looked around the place for my room. When I found it, I left a shoelace on the doorknob and the door unlocked.

Once I got inside, I went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. The tap water smelled like swamp, but I had no intention to drink it anyway.

Three minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. “Hello? It’s me, your fair lady!”

That was my mother’s voice. I tried my best to speak with a French accent. The acting tips Stacy gave me last year came in handy.

“Come on in and take off your clothes. I’m in the shower.”

There was silence for a couple of seconds, then came the sound of fabric hitting the ground and metal springs being bounced on.

I got out of the bathroom and found my mother completely naked on the bed, with her legs spread wide open. The python in my pants was awakened from its slumber and raised its head. I expected her be wearing just her lingerie, instead I got to admire her thick, golden bush, which looked like ripe wheat.

“Julian! What are you doing here?” she screamed covering her breast.

“I’d like to ask you the same question, mom! What are you doing here? Oh, wait I already know the answer to that. You are here to get fucked! What happened to stranger danger, uh?!”

“So, it was you who set this all up, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah! It was me. Now I’m gonna ask you again. Why are you here?”

“I don’t owe an explanation to you!”

“After all the trouble I went through to set all of this up I’m pretty sure you do!”

Mom was on the verge of tears. “Lock the door and sit here next to me. People could hear us”

I thought her first reaction would have been to get dressed. And yet, she just pressed her knees against her chest and held her legs shut with her arms. She hid her face behind her knees. She looked so vulnerable and fragile naked in that position, but at least she wasn’t showing any of her private parts.

“My dick would have shrunk down eventually” I though as I sat next to her on the bed.

“A woman of my age still has these needs, Julian. After I saw you staring at that topless lady on the beach the other day, I thought you would understand. But I should have told you guys what I was going to do. I know after the divorce you have suffered just as much as I have, perhaps even more. I promise I’m not going to make the same mistakes, but I need someone to love me in order to feel alive.”

“Mom what are you talking about? You know both me and Stacy love you. We only want what’s best for you.”

“I know that already, you silly. But I’m talking about another kind of love. One that a family member simply cannot give. Trust me, this time it will be different. I’m not gonna marry another violent, insensitive-“

“Mom, just shut your trap. There is no kind of love a family member can’t give. You have me and Stacy. We will take care of you for the rest of our lives. You don’t need anyone else. You don’t need to worry about a thing”

My mom wrapped her arms around my back. I hugged her back. Tears flowed from her eyes.

Then, she let go of me. “Julian, what is this?”

Crap. She had noticed my boner. “It’s nothing, mom.”

“Julian. Are you like that because of me?”

“No, I just-“

“Julian. Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not like that because of me”

“I’m not-“ I lowered my head, as I always do when I lie. I found myself staring at her tits. My cock twitched under my pants. To make matters worse, mom wasn’t covering her pussy anymore.

“Julian, I’m flattered. I thought I was too old to be considered attractive for a boy of your age”

“Mom, I’m not-“

“Your mouth says no, but this says yes” she said pointing at my dick. Then she blushed and covered her face with her hands, laughing.

“Hey Julian, can I see it?”

“What?!”

“Oh, you know exactly what, son. Come on, it’s nothing I haven’t seen already. I just want to see how much you grew up.”

Shit. I promised Stacy I wouldn’t do anything lewd with mom. But I could at least get my feet wet. If mom was ok with seeing my dick, perhaps she wouldn’t freak out when told what me and Stacy had been doing this past week.

I unzipped my pants and took off my underwear.

“Wow. You didn’t take this after your father. You are way bigger. And you are not even fully erect”

“No, mom. I am. The tip never comes out.”

“Oh, that’s bad. You should have shown it to me before. You’ve gotta get this checked out” Mom leaned forward and grabbed my cock firmly at the base.

“Wow. It’s so stiff. You’re gonna make your fiancé happy for sure. Have you already done it?”

I nodded, swallowing saliva, and biting my tongue.

“Then you know what comes next. Show me what you’ve learned, Julian.”

I really didn’t want it to come to this. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I could either make mom feel even worse about herself or break Stacy’s promise. And while my brain was unsure, my cock was screaming the answer. I chose the latter.

I switched the lamp on the bedside table on.

“Oh, we have a connoisseur. In dim light it’s way more romantic” Mom stood up and shut the blinds. Not what I had in mind, but I was ok with it.

She laid on top of me and kissed me on the lips. Come to think of it, I had never actually kissed Stacy on her mouth. This was my first kiss.

I opened my mouth waiting for her tongue to enter it. Yet, she sucked on my lower lip instead, then she went to suck my chin and stung her tongue on my poorly trimmed beard.

I stuck my tongue out, looking for hers. When our tongues met, she twirled her tongue around mine. Then her tongue retreated inside her mouth, and mine followed it. She closed her lips around my tongue, applying a gentle pressure and sucked it lightly. The tip of her tongue hit mine from below at a constant pace.

She made me feel great just by sucking my tongue. I couldn’t wait for her to take my dick in her mouth.

I firmly grabbed her tits, which were almost as big as my hand, moving my index finger around her nipples in a circular motion.

“Mom, I’m kind of hungry. Can I have a sip of your milk?”

“Julian, please call me by name. It’s embarrassing”

“Ok, mommy. Can I have a sip of your milk please?”

“I don’t think there is any left for you. You are gonna have to suck a lot. I’ll return the favor”

That was all I needed to hear. I nibbled her nipples delicately. “Julian, careful! You’ve grown teeth since the last time you did it.”

I moved my mouth down her body. Kissing her chest, then her belly, then her groin. Finally, it was time to kiss her on the outer lips. I tried to replicate the technique she used on me and stuck my tongue inside her. It was a river of juice in flood. She was ready.

I turned off the light and unscrewed the lightbulb. Doing so in the dark wasn’t easy. The lightbulb felt hot to the touch. I brought the scorching glass closer to her cunt, while being careful not to touch her beautiful blonde bush with it, because the lightbulb was hot enough to cause her bush to catch fire on contact. Mom gasped when I pressed it against her pussy lips. A gentle push and it slid inside. Mom screamed.

“Julian what is this? Get it out of me!”

“Relax, mom! The lightbulb is gonna melt your insides. Now spread your pussy more. You don’t want the glass to shatter into tiny shards inside you, do you?”

She was struggling to get away from me. I was too harsh with her. I stopped moving and she pushed me away.

We stayed in silence for like a minute, but it felt like hours. Eventually she got out of bed and opened the blinds.

In broad daylight, she was staring at me straight in the eyes. I couldn’t bear it.

“Julian. This is like being raped. Who taught you to make love like that? Did you peek on me and dad?”

I couldn’t take the pressure any longer. “I learnt it from Stacy”

“Julian! Oh my God. You and Stacy have-“

My shame turned to anger. “Look who’s talking. The woman who just had sex with her son. You have no right to judge her”

“Julian, I’m not disappointed in any of you. It’s all my fault for what happened. I should have stopped him while I could”

She broke into tears again. Just what I was trying to avoid.

“Mom, what do you mean? I don’t understand”

“I mean that Stacy saw us. Do you remember that period when she didn’t talk for over a month, and we took her to the psychiatrist? She was given pills and I though she had forgotten everything”

“What are you talking about? What did she forget?”

“You must never tell her about this, ok? You have to promise me.”

I had already broken a promise that day, I wasn’t in the mood for making another. Yet, I nodded anyway. “She saw me and your dad when she was little. Julian, she saw me being raped!”

That revelation left me astonished as well. I had seen them arguing and yelling at each other, but I would never have imagined He would go this far. Unsure on what to do, I held her tightly between my arms.

“It wasn’t your fault! Don’t even think that! It wasn’t your fault!” Mom smiled at me.

“Julian, listen. That wound was healed long ago. Now, I have to cure Stacy. Will you help me with that?”

“What can we do to help her?”

“We need to teach her love. But before you can teach love, you need to be taught it yourself, otherwise you won’t be of any help. To be honest, I’m a bit rusty on the subject as well. I forgot most of it over the last few years”

“You’ll relearn it with me, mom”

I laid her down on the bed and leaned my face forward to suck her nipples. No teeth this time. Just my tongue going in circles around her areolas. She held my head against her, and I buried it between her jugs, breathing in her smell.

She put her hands over my shoulders and pushed. I slid further down her body, kissing it along the way.

Now I was just an inch from her damp cave. I kissed her on the outer lips. She spread her pussy open with her fingers, waiting for my tongue to penetrate her. I took her clit in my mouth, pulling it with my lips as she moaned. I moved my tongue around it. Her moans got louder. I tried to suck it dry, but her juices kept coming out of it. I stuck my tongue out and pushed it inside her pretty puffy cunt. My tongue met a river of nectar.

Without notice, mom got on top of me, sitting on my face. Then she laid down, touching my abdomen with her tits. Her nipples were hard like diamonds on my skin. She stuck her tongue out and licked the smegma off the tip of my dick. Eating her pussy got a lot more difficult all of a sudden. I spitted out her clit, fearing I would bite it on accident while she gave me a blowjob. To my surprise, her juices didn’t cease to flow in my mouth. On the contrary, the torrent got swollen.

She kept licking until my cock was engulfed in her spit. In one fell swoop, she put my whole dick in her mouth. She used her saliva as lubricant to swallow it down her throat. Then, her tongue enveloped the tip of my shaft completely. My dick was wrapped like a birthday present. This coil only got tighter as her tongue hit the small portion of my glans which stuck out of my phimotic cock.

I was close, but I didn’t want to go down like that.

“Mommy, I want to go back where I was born” She got the message. She stood up and lowered her hips on my dick. It slid inside her without resistance, all the way to her cervix.

I arched my back to kiss her breasts as she fucked me. Following her rhythm, I too shook my hips, thrusting my dick in and out of her, pressing the tip against her cervix. She pushed my chin upwards, her tongue sticking out. I stuck out mine, eager to meet hers. Our tongues were intertwined in a kiss. My face got red and I let go of her tongue.

“Mom, I can’t keep it in”

“Julian, please don’t pull out yet. I’m coming!”

Her pussy got looser around my cock. Then came the stream, so strong it pushed my cock out of her. She squirted a river of juice all over my balls.

She tried to stand up, but she fell on her back. My cock exploded, smearing cum all over her body. On her thighs, on her belly, between her tits, on her neck, on her chin, on her mouth, on her forehead. Some even got in her hair.

My fire-fighting foam extinguished her burning desires.

I made sure to not let any drop go to waste. I kissed her thighs, her belly, her tits, her neck, her chin, going all the way up to her forehead, and licking all the jizz I found along the way.

It felt weird tasting my own cum, but I kept licking it off her body, until my mouth was full, and her body clean. Finally, I kissed her on her lips, spitting all the cum I had inside my mouth on her tongue. But she didn’t swallow. She kissed me back. Our tongues were dancing in a pool of nut. Its thickness slowed down our movements. We spent minutes kissing like that. Eventually, we stopped. A string of saliva, or perhaps it was cum, joined our mouths as they parted ways.

Then the muscles in her throat flexed, and my cum was swallowed.

We cuddled in bed in silence for another hour or so. It was getting darker outside. It was time for us to go. We put on our clothes, grabbed our stuff, and headed out, holding hands.

Mom waved goodbye at the receptionist. There was no reply.

“Geez, how much did you pay for this place?”

“Ninety dollars” I replied.

“What!? Ninety bucks for this shithole?”

“Yeah. Plus twenty more to make you come here.”

“Where did you get all that cash?”

“It wasn’t all mine. Half of it was Stacy’s.”

“Well, I’ll have to give you guys back every single cent”

“Oh, about that. Listen mom. I swore Stacy that I wouldn’t have sex with you. Can you keep it a secret between you and me? At least for now?”

“It’s okay, sweetie. We’ll figure out a way to tell her what happened without hurting her feelings. Now leave all the rest to me”

We kissed passionately like newlyweds on our way home.

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