Sharing Every Loving Moment - Sex Stories

Sharing Every Loving Moment

... stayed at for longer than I thought you would want to.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. “Join us when you can…and if you want to.”

“Okay, I will, in a moment.”

She watched him as Matis left her, a small digital camera slung on a cord around his neck. She needed no reminders of‘overdoing it’ at the holiday venue east of Bordeaux. There, she had been pleasured by two men in a matter of days and performed an impetuous sex act, on her son, the memory of which continued to haunt her.

But Dion gave no outward signs that what they had shared affected him except, perhaps, that he behaved with more affection towards her. Now, she watched him frolicking with Natalie, teasing her playfully as she failed to return the ball that he had swatted in her direction. She wondered if their holiday together had, in its bizarre ways, reshaped and renewed their bonds.

But with Matis, she had her difficult moments. The more that he suggested what she should do, his voice making it sound like he was giving the orders to do something and in a certain way, the more she felt inclined to rebel. She knew her own mind but, of that, she was no longer sure where it concerned Dion. His greedy mouth, and active fingers, had taken bold possession of her body and had brought her to the very edge of being seduced into having intercourse with him, their moments alone as they sunbathed, and Matis and Natalie out on a tour, unlike any time together before.

A change of scene, where they now spent ...

... their days on the coast, was just what she needed and she kept hoping that the memories of what she had done at the start of the holiday would not determine how it would continue or, perish the thought, ended.

♥

They followed the winding path through the pine forest that would bring them close to the stand where their motorhome had been parked. The resort they had chosen lived up to its name of ‘The Big Pines’. Even with its restaurants, a large swimming pool, separate water slides, a nightclub, and a disco, their pitch offered seclusion, each stand shielded from its neighbour by the trunks of pines, their canopies offering dappled shade.

“You didn’t come for a swim in the sea with us,” Dion said as he slowed their progress and let Matis and Natalie open a gap between them.

“No, I just wanted some time to myself.”

“Is what we did together still bugging you?”

“You could say that, yes.”

She looked at him through new eyes and saw her son as a man now. He was tall and his body toned and tanned as she had never seen him before. He was taller by a few centimetres and she loved his strong hands that in moments of reckless abandon, and succumbing to his waywardness, had coaxed her to open the way to his taking her in wild moments of foreplay when they had been alone, for a few hours, at their last stopover.

Despite his bravado, she sensed that Dion also wanted to be protective and that his indifferent ways were merely a cover for what went on inside him. None of ...