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Even though he was just inside all of her holes, the thought of seeing her naked aroused him. She was already in the shower by the time he made it to the bathroom.

After they dried off, they returned to the bedroom. Eric grabbed a pair of boxers and he watched as his mother selected the smallest white g-string he had ever seen. As she pulled it up he noticed the thin white string that went up her backside disappear between her cheeks. Without a thought for what she was doing to her son, she grabbed his t-shirt he had worn during the day and jumped into bed. With a growing tent in his shorts he climbed into bed, pulling his love close.

"So what's on the agenda for tomorrow?" He asked.

"Well, I figure we see the Eiffel tower for starters. Then just walk around."

"Sounds good to me." He said as he hooked his finger under the string around her waist. He pulled her even closer and drifted off to sleep.

Eric woke with Sara's head laying on his chest, what actually woke him was his left arm was completely numb. He tried to get free without waking her, but the instant he moved she opened her eyes.

"Morning babe..." She was cut off.

"...Ah ah, ow!"

"What's wrong." She sat up quickly, reverting to mom mode.

"My arm, it's dead."

"Oh." She laughed. "Just shake it out."

Eric got up and danced around the room like he was having an epileptic fit. Shaking his arm wildly, Sara laughed as she watched him. Rolling around on the bed, in stitches as her son hopped from one foot to the other.

The feeling started to return to his arm and he calmed down.

As Sara walked past him she kissed his arm. "All better?" She said in a half mocking tone.

"Much." He said, playing along.

After a generous amount of playtime in the shower they got ready. Sara wasted no time making her way towards the Eiffel tower, almost dragging Eric along behind her. Once again looking like complete tourists, they stood in awe before the tower. Dozens of other people were doing the same thing so they didn't feel bad. They even saw a guy propose to his girlfriend, it made them smile, but also slightly sad.

Eric's nose was treated to a lovely smell, it turned his head so he could find the source. It turned out to be a bakery, and fresh croissants had just come out. Led by his stomach he placed his order by just pointing, Sara added two coffees to the list and dug into her purse for cash. Eric placed his hand on hers and paid.

"Mmmm, this is how they're supposed to taste!?" Eric asked in shock as buttery flakes fell from his mouth.

"Yes honey." She brushed away the flakes of croissant still around his mouth with a chuckle.

They sat outside the small bakery and marveled at the tower, and the activity around it.

"You wanna go up?" He asked already knowing the answer.

Her only answer was a huge smile. So off they went, Eric paid for them both, and after a short wait in line they were at the top. Surveying all of Paris, the view was breathtaking. Sara clutched Eric as a strong cold breeze blew.

"Hey look, that's our hotel room." Eric pointed in the direction.

They walked around the top, pointing out all the places they were at the day before. And where they were going to visit tomorrow.

After Sara had spent a sufficient amount of time peering out they returned to the ground.

"So. What now?"

"Well, we could just walk along the river."

"What river?" He asked.

Sara looked at him quite incredulously "Um, that river..." She pointed towards it. "...La Seine. The river that runs through Paris."

"Oh, right! Okay lets do that."

Sara shook her head and laughed to herself, hooking her arm in his and proceeding east. They walked and talked, pointing at boats that passed, discussing the similarities and differences of life here versus life in the states. Before they knew it they had been walking for almost an hour, and had arrived across the river from Notre-Dame.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Sara remarked.

"It is pretty cool, the architecture is, uh, pointy. Like all the steeples and archways. very cool."

They both noticed the crowd surrounding it and passed on venturing in.

"Whaddya say we head back that way?" Sara pointed.

"Babe, thats where we came from."

"So." She wore a cheesy grin and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Back this way it is!" He pulled her in close and kissed her on the top of her head.

They began walking back in the direction they came from, noticing maybe one or two more things they hadn't on the way there. After about 600m (~1/3 miles) one of those things, which stopped Sara in her tracks, was a restaurant. One that looked particularly interesting, particularly classy. Like a place that would be very romantic for them. Without warning she pulled Eric in and approached the first person she saw.

"Excusez-moi, uh, je voudrais, uh, faire une réservation." Sara looked at the well dressed gentlemen slightly embarrassed with her poor pronunciation.

"Very good madame. For what time?" The Frenchman said eloquently.

"Oh, eight pm please. Tonight if possible?"

"A table for two, at eight o'clock tonight. And what name should I put this under?"

"Winters. Please."

"And a number to reach you at?"

"Well I don't have a number, but we are staying at Hotel Duquesne Eiffel, room 404."

"Very well, we look forward to seeing you tonight." He smiled at them as they left the restaurant.

"Well you know what this means." Sara said to Eric.

"Yea, shopping." He said somewhat dejected.

"Yup!" Sara responded.

Eric made a note of the restaurants name, Lapérouse, and its location. While he was doing that his mother was desperately trying to connect to any free WiFi she could find, in hopes that she could look up a place to get a dress for tonight. She held her phone up as high as she could reach, crossed the street, walked in a large circle, crossed the street on the other side. Anything to try and get a signal, Eric took advantage of this and recorded her actions. After he got his fill he walked back into the restaurant and asked the gentlemen where he could find a place to buy a dress for his girlfriend. Upon returning to the street he found Sara leaning over the railing to the river, he rushed to her side.

"Babe! Whaddaya think WiFi comes from the water!" He laughed. Before she could respond he told her about the boutique. "We just have to hop on the metro and take it to this stop..." He pointed at the paper as he couldn't pronounce it. "...and walk a few blocks to this street..." Again pointing at the paper.

The metro was just a few blocks away, and they still had plenty of time to kill. So they took a leisurely pace, holding hands, poking their heads into shops that looked interesting.

The metro was not as confusing as it was the first time they used it, but they still had to look at the map. After several minutes of staring they were reasonably sure they knew what platform to stand on and what train to board. They paid attention at each stop, counting down to their stop. And to their pleasant surprise they got off at the correct stop. Next task, find the right street to go down, this one threw them for a loop. It's always difficult to know the right direction after emerging from the metro, it's quite disorienting. After a few wrong turns they just happened to stumble upon the small boutique.

Upon first entering the shop Sara was not convinced she would find an evening dress.

"Bonjour." The smiling old French lady said. "Puis-je vous aider?"

Sara sighed as she tried to translate in her head. "Je ai, uh, besoin d' une, uh, robe de soirée."

"French is not your native tongue!" The old woman laughed.

Sara smiled and shook her head no.

"What is the occasion?" The old lady asked.

Sara was shocked at how well she spoke both French and English. "I'm going to dinner at Lapérouse with my boyfriend." Sara blushed saying it outloud.

"Ah yes, I know the place. Let me see..." she said stroking her chin. "...wait here, I'll return with the perfect thing!"

Sara and Eric looked at each other, still unsure if this woman would have what she was looking for. Most of the clothing she had was more casual, a few items were dressy, but most weren't.

"Ta-da!" The French woman presented the dress, It was all black.

Sara leapt to her feet and rushed towards the dress. She ran her hands over the material, pulling the dress from the bottom to see the length of it. "Can I try it on?"

"Of course! You must."

Sara took the dress in her arms and rushed off to the changing room. She hung it by the hanger and inspected it, it was elegant, but sexy. It was long sleeve, and had a deep V-neck, but they were both made from black mesh.

"Oh my." She remarked about the slit that went nearly up to her waist. Gracefully she tried it on, and it fit her perfectly, almost as though it was made for her. She stepped out of the changing room and presented herself. Eric couldn't muster a word, his mouth hung agape.

"It looks amazing on you!" The old lady exclaimed with her hands clutched in front of her.

"Wow! And I mean. Wow!" Eric finally spoke.

"Now all you need are the shoes to go with it." Before they knew it the woman returned with a black shoe box and handed it to Sara.

Sara opened the box and picked one up, they were black suede sandals, with a 12.7cm (5in.) heel. There were three small straps that went over the toe and in the middle a small crystal. One thin ankle strap that was covered in a line of crystals. "Oh my god, they're beautiful." She sat and put them on, and they were perfect with the dress. "I'll take them both!" She smiled.

After a pretty hefty sum Eric and Sara were on their way back to the hotel, and by the time they got back it would be almost time to get ready for the night out.

They busied themselves by laying out their clothes for the evening and making small talk. Sara figured she would take a shower first, as she would need the bathroom the longest. Out came the curling iron, and flat iron and hair spray and gel and every conceivable thing one would need to do their hair. Eric sat stunned by the sheer amount of hair care products his mother was able to pack. Meanwhile, ignoring his stares, she took up the entire counter in the bathroom.

As his mother was showering, Eric took out his phone, connected to the Wi-Fi and checked his email. Responded to a few and switched over to a game that would occupy his time till it was his turn. This would be a lengthy wait, at the minimum it would take her a half hour, but tonight is special so he figured an hour. After he exhausted all the games on his phone he turned to the tv, he wasn't optimistic about it, and a quick scan of the channels proved his point. They were all in French, but as luck would have it though The Simpson's were on.

Eric had dozed off for a few minutes and was woken by the bathroom door opening. Out stepped Sara, looking stunning, although she was just wearing a towel. She had curled her hair in large rivulets and let them hang. She applied a light amount of makeup that complemented her skin tone.

"Your turn." She said referring to the bathroom.

As Eric walked passed her he reached under her towel and pinched her butt. She let out a yelp and swatted at him. His shower and preparation process was understandably shorter than his mother's. In the middle of getting ready Sara arranged for a taxi to take them to the restaurant.

Out walked Eric, towel over his shoulder, his eyes went wide when he saw how amazing Sara looked. She sat on the end of the bed adjusting the ankle strap to the high heel, the slit in the dress rode up the right side of her leg. Which was the the leg she had crossed over the left to adjust the strap, this meant that nearly her entire leg was exposed. To Eric's pleasure she had on a sheer pair of black pantyhose that shimmered in the light. His dick instantly began to stiffen.

Sara stood and walked towards Eric, purposefully, one foot directly in front of the other. "Get ready son, or we'll be late for our date." Her words dripping with taboo. She walked behind him and put her chin on his shoulder. "Oh, and by the way, I'm not wearing any panties." She whispered the last few words and noticed that he was standing at full attention. She smiled at the effect she had on him, took his towel and returned it to the bathroom.

Eric tried to stuff his erection into a pair of boxers, it went in, but tented like crazy. The entire time he was getting dressed he had to fight it, of course with his mother laughing while observing. It didn't help that she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, of course she knew what she was doing. When she walked around the room the side of the dress that had the slit in it allowed a full view of her leg.

Just as he was doing his tie the room phone rang, it was the front desk to say that their cab had arrived. Eric offered Sara his arm as they exited the room, down in the elevator and into the waiting cab, which he opened the door to allow her in first. Sara told the driver the name of the restaurant and they were off. When they pulled up to the place they both commented on how different it looked at night. Eric paid and escorted his mother into the building where they were sat at a table.

The table was perfect, the lighting was perfect, the noise level was perfect. The waiter brought over the menus and took their drink order. When he returned with their drinks he recited the few specials they had available.

"The menu is sparse." Eric mentioned while sipping his beer.

Sara nodded her head in agreement. "At least you know whatever you order is gonna be great."

While Eric was trying to concentrate on what he wanted he felt his mother's foot caressing his leg. "You just love doing that don't you?" He said over his menu.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She played stupid.

Once again, Eric had to ask many questions about what was in the dish. He settled on a lamb dish, his mother chose steak. They also choose a salad each, Eric remarked on how there were a lot of non salad things in the salads. While waiting for the salads to arrive he stretched his arm across the table and Sara laid her arm on his.

He looked in her eyes and smiled. "You look amazing."

"Thank you sweetie." She blushed and couldn't contain her smile.

His free hand went under the table to caress the leg that was teasing him.

They spoke very few words for the next couple of minutes, just glancing at each other and occasionally giggling.

The waiter brought their salads and they broke contact like they had been busted. They laughed and thanked the waiter. Lost in their hunger, they stopped flirting or even speaking until they had both finished the salad.

"So..." Eric begun, as he moved his dish to the side. "...what's the plan for tomorrow?"

"I thought we could see the Louvre." She said, right before she put the last fork full of salad in her mouth.

"Ah, a bit of culture, that'll be nice."

"And that won't take all day. Is there anything that you would like to do?" Just as she said that their main dishes arrived.

"Oh I can think of something." He winked at her and they both laughed.

The plates set before them were not just a feast for the stomach, but for the other senses as well. The presentation was magnificent, and the smell was divine. They almost felt bad for cutting into it, not that bad though.

Bite after bite they savored the expertly prepared meal until nothing was left on the plate but bones and crumbs. As the plates were taken away they both requested a cup of coffee.

Eric glanced at his phone as he took a swig of coffee.

"Expecting a call." She laughed.

Eric smiled at her and took the bill from the waiter before she could grab it.

"Eric." She said sternly. "Give it to me."

He put his card in with the bill and handed it back to the waiter. Sara gave him a scornful look.

"My treat my love." He leaned over the table for a kiss. She met him halfway and kissed him.

"You really shouldn't have done that though, it was an expensive meal."

"I took on a few extra shifts for just this occasion. It was my pleasure."

After he signed the bill they both walked out of the restaurant to hail a cab. Sara clung tightly to her son, while his arm slid low around her waist. In the cab his hand caressed her leg, she parted them and he ran his hands on the warm nylon covered flesh of her thighs. She gently took his hand and guided it up, he felt the dampness of his mother's pussy. He looked up at her, all she did was bite the corner of her bottom lip in a sultry manner. The cab pulled up in front of the hotel, Sara stepped out first and a strong breeze blew up her dress. It flitted to the side like a cape being blown, if someone walking by was eagle eyed enough they would have seen that she wasn't wearing any panties and that her pussy was shaved bald. She waited in the vestibule for her son as he paid the driver. They walked in together, past a woman talking to the man at the front desk. As soon as they were in the elevator Eric pulled Sara close and wrapped his arms around her waist. He put his forehead on hers and kissed her passionately, so that she knew he loves her. Also so she knew what was coming when they walked through the door to their room.

Eric swiped the keycard and opened the door for his mother to enter. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back into his embrace, with his hands exploring her body over the dress he kissed her ear before whispering in it. "I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" She asked.

Eric tossed his tux jacket on the chair, laid back on the bed and motioned for her to join him, she gathered her dress in her hand and straddled him. Sara kissed her son as she undid his tie. "So whats the surprise?" Eric only winked at her as he slid his hands from her thigh to her ass. He squeezed it and felt the nylon material in his hand.

***KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK***

A devious smile slithered across Eric's mouth while he looked Sara in her eyes. "I think it might be for you."

Sara nervously got up and smoothed her dress out before she approached the door.

***KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK***

Sara jumped this time as she was so close to the door and wasn't expecting it. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for the knob, turning it and opening it to see who it was. Her mouth hung open, she shot a look back at Eric who still wore the smile. "Uh, come in." She said to the woman; the woman with jet black hair whom she met just a day ago. Sara's heart was pounding in her chest, she could feel her ears throbbing with each beat. Her arms went slack as she tried to feign a smile.

"You're..." Sara was interrupted as the woman pressed her lips against hers. She was shocked at what was happening, the woman had her hands on her body, caressing her as her son did, but this wasn't her son. It was a stranger. She pulled away to look at Eric, but the woman kissed her again. Pulling her close, pushing her tongue into her mouth. Sara gave in, even though she was apprehensive about it. Sara allowed her hands to explore the body of this strange woman. The trench coat she was wearing prevented Sara from truly feeling the shape of her body. So she pulled the belt keeping it together, that revealed what the woman was wearing.

The woman allowed her coat to drop to the floor, what it revealed was a blood red leather corset. It did a fantastic job of pressing her tits together and up. It stopped just below her belly button and the stitching and laces were black. She had on a pair of black pantyhose that she had pulled up tight, it hugged her pussy and you could make out every fold. Lastly she wore red velvet d'orsay 12.5cm (~5in) pumps, the color was quite similar to her corset.

Sara fell to her knees immediately, she stuck her nose into the woman's crotch and inhaled deeply. She took a firm hold with both hands the woman's ass. Sara kissed and nuzzled this strange woman's nylon covered pussy.She's eager." She said in her Parisian accent. "You sure this is her first time?" Looking at Eric.

"As far as I know." He said. Eric made his way next to his mother. "How does Renee's pussy smell?"

"Heavenly!" She said momentarily tearing herself away.

"Do you want to taste it?" He teased. She just nodded her head up and down.

"Or maybe she wants to be eaten out be a woman." Renee said.

Sara paused, looked up at Renee, licked her lips and lightly bit down.

"Ha! I take that as a yes." Eric exclaimed.

Renee helped Sara up and pushed her back onto the bed. As she bounced her legs spread, she held herself up on her elbows. At this point her heart was racing, she glanced over at her son to see him sitting on the couch enjoying the show. Renee crawled on top of Sara, her lips were almost touching hers. Renee whispered in her ear. "You're a beautiful woman. Relax, I'm going to take care of you."

Hearing this woman whisper in her ear, with her exotic accent, excited Sara. It stripped away much of her apprehension.

Renee kissed Sara, this time she didn't hesitate to return the kiss. She opened her mouth and let in Renee's tongue. They flicked across each other, occasionally ending the kiss with a classic kiss sound, only to go back for more. Sara's hands fumbled around, not knowing what to grab for, with her son she knew what to do. This was a new experience, she felt like a virgin. Then she remembered Renee's words, so she relaxed and let her take control.

Meanwhile Renee's hands were roaming Sara's body; one had a firm grip on her breast and the other was caressing her thigh. It seemed this wasn't the first time for Renee, that didn't matter to Sara though, she was doing everything right. Renee broke their kiss, she kissed up her neck to behind her ear to whisper in it. "I don't think you'll last more than two minutes when I'm between your legs." Sara had no response, all she could do was wrap her legs around Renee's waist and grind into her. Renee kissed Sara on the chin and grabbed both her breasts firmly, kissing them both through the mesh of her dress. She ran her hands down, then up under her dress to feel the warm skin of her abdomen, putting pressure on her hip bones with her thumbs. Sara knew what was coming, it was something she wanted, but she was still so nervous. "Relax my dear." Renee said, sensing Sara's feelings.

Renee kissed Sara's thighs, and all around, purposely ignoring the one spot that would give her the most pleasure. She rubbed her face along her thighs, squeezing them, gently biting them on occasion. Grazing, ever so lightly, over her pussy, with just the tip of her nose. Renee could tell how turned on Sara was, her pantyhose were soaked down to her mid thigh. Out of no where Renee sprung up and ripped a hole in the crotch of Sara's pantyhose, all she could do was gasp at the act. Renee laid down, with her head directly above Sara's pussy. Sara watched as this woman, that she only met a day ago, was between her legs, driving her mad with pleasure. Renee knew just what she was doing, she would kiss all around her soaking wet pussy, sometimes letting her lips brush past Sara's cunt. When she thought she could take no more Renee would let her tongue flit across her clit.

"Please, please!" Sara begged.

"Dites-moi ce que vous désirez!"

"Eat my pussy!" She shouted.

Renee didn't just dive in, she positioned herself so that Sara could feel her breath on her pussy, so that she knew she was close enough but it may as well been kilometers away. She tried to force her pussy in Renee's mouth, but she moved away each time.

"Se il vous plaît Renee!"

Renee smiled as she kissed Sara directly on her clit, not a quick kiss either, but one that told her she would be pleased. Sara released a sigh of pleasure and spread her legs wider for her. Renee responded by pressing her tongue on the very bottom of her pussy and slowly dragging it up towards the top, the closer she got to her clit the slower she went, until the very tip of her tongue came in contact with Sara's clit. She flicked it once, then kissed it and flicked it again. She pinched her clit between her middle and ring finger and let her tongue dance over it. Sara writhed in pleasure, moaning like a whore, with her son watching.

"Yes yes..." She moaned. "...Oui!"

Renee sucked Sara's clit into her mouth and flicked it rapidly with her tongue while she used her fingers to fuck her like it was a dick. Sara humped into Renee's mouth and fingers, faster and faster as her orgasm approached. She didn't know how to say what she wanted to in French, so she just moaned louder and louder. Renee's technique was perfect, she knew just the right amount of pressure to use on the clit, her tongue danced on Sara's clit as though it was designed for it. No sooner did Renee curl her fingers in Sara's pussy did her orgasm start. Sara clutched the back of Renee's head and mash it into her cunt.

"Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh FUCK!" Sara grinded her pussy into Renee's face and rocked her hips as she rode out her orgasm on her tongue."FUCK YES!" She continued to hump her face with her hands at the back of her head. Legs twitching and trembling and moaning unintelligible words. As her orgasm subsided she released her grip on Renee.

"Told you you wouldn't last more than two minutes." Renee said smugly.

"One minute and thirty one seconds to be exact." Eric chimed in. He got up and approached Renee, grabbed her by the face and kissed her. Being sure to savor the flavor of his mother on the tongue of another woman.

Sara felt a slight pang of jealously shoot through her. She watched as her son began to undress, Renee stood up and walked behind him. She undid his belt and pulled his pants down, her hands made their way into his boxers and gave a firm squeeze to his prick.

On her elbows and knees, Sara crawled to the edge of the bed where her son stood. She grabbed him by the ass and swallowed his dick whole. Renee's hand was moved away by this action. Not wanting to be excluded, Renee dropped to her knees, positioned herself under Sara, and sucked on Eric's balls. Rolling them from side to side with her tongue, slightly pulling on them while still in her mouth. Renee could tell that Sara was slightly jealous so she removed herself from the situation for a second.

Grateful, Sara forced herself down on Eric's cock, harder and faster than before. Gagging, and using the excess spit to jerk him off when she needed a moment to breathe. They both heard rustling in the background but paid it no attention, what it was, was Renee digging in her bag for her toy. She found it, but before pulling it out she strategically ripped a hole in her pantyhose. Not one that would give easy access, but one that would aid in keeping her toy in place. It was a brand of dildo called a 'Strapless Dildo' and it was perfect. It stayed in place just fine, but the pantyhose seemed to secure it just a bit more. Eric watched as Renee sucked and licked the end that she was going to insert into herself. His dick flinched as she inserted it and adjusted her pantyhose to keep it secure. Renee approached Sara from behind and pushed her face into her ass, using her hands to squeeze her cheeks into her face.

"Mmmm" Sara moaned into her sons cock like it was a microphone, she reached around with one hand and pulled Renee's face deeper into her ass. She could feel her tongue slither into her asshole and moaned even louder. Sara looked up at her son with an innocent doe eyed look.

"Don't feign innocence with me. I know how much of a slut you are!" He said in a commanding voice, even Renee paused and looked up. Sara winked at him and smiled as she knew what he was really referring to.

Renee chimed in. "Her cunt is dripping all over the place!"

"Then perhaps you should plug it." He smiled at her playfully.

Renee sat up and positioned herself ready to penetrate Sara, she forcefully spread her legs apart and used the bounty of lube leaking from Sara to put on the dildo. Renee grabbed Sara by the hips and rubbed the tip of the dildo lengthwise on her pussy.

Sara loved when Eric would fuck her from behind, but this was a new sensation. It wasn't the familiar manly hands grabbing her waist, the intent was the same as well as the desire, but the feeling was quite different. The hands were softer, free from callouses, even Renee's nails dug into her skin differently.

While Sara was getting off on the sensory overload Eric's dick was waving in her face, he grabbed her by the chin to snap her back. "Don't think you can just relax, you've got work to do." Just as soon as sara parted her lips to receive her son's dick in her mouth she felt her other lips being parted by the dildo. Her eyes began to flutter, it seemed in unison that she was being filled. Renee had also pressed her thumb against Sara's tiny asshole, she could feel the resistance but Sara didn't protest so she sunk it in. Sara pushed back against Renee, accepting all of the dildo, simultaneously she grabbed her sons ass and pulled forward so that all of his cock was in her mouth. Both Renee and Eric pushed deep into Sara, casting aside her pleasure in place of theirs.

The dildo that Renee was using curved up and in for the user, to stimulate her G-spot and to keep it secure. So with each push both parties were stimulated, rather than one person getting all the physical pleasure. It was flesh colored and was modeled to look like a penis that was around 15cm (~6in).

Renee leaned over Sara towards Eric and he met her halfway, she kissed him, rather sloppily. Beneath them Sara's body convulsed and contorted, they had not given her a moment's reprieve from being penetrated deeply in all three holes. They broke their kiss, pulled out a bit from sara and watched as she gasped for air. With tears rolling down her face she looked up at her son, wiped the saliva from her face and went back for more. She took his dick back into her throat and pushed herself against the dick that was in her cunt. Neither Renee nor Eric needed to move, Sara was doing all the work. As she pushed back on Renee her son's dick slid from her throat. It never left her mouth though, she made sure that when she could feel the tip at her lips she would suck hard on it and circle her tongue around it. When she deepthroated Eric, Renee was treated to the sight of Sara's perfect pink pussy as it slid down the shaft. It gripped tightly the dildo inside it, glistening from her wetness. Just then Renee envied men for their ability to feel it, but remembered how great it feels to get fucked.

Eric moved so that he was sitting at the head of the bed, Sara chased his dick not wanting her mouth to be empty while her pussy was filled. Sara felt Renee's hand push on her back, rather forcefully.

"Tits on the mattress, ass in the air!" Renee commanded.

"It would be rude not to accommodate our guest." Eric smirked at his mother.

Sara stuck her ass as high in the air as she could while having her tits on the mattress. In this position she couldn't suck her son's dick, but she was able to suck his balls. She felt Renee's hands spread her ass wide open as she started slowly moving in and out. Quickly increasing the pace, she felt her slam against her backside. The sensation was so different from her son being behind her. Sara, and Renee's moans came in unison, but their breathing was erratic.

"Yes..." Sara took a deep breath. "...Fuck me!"

Renee slapped Sara's ass, hard, leaving a handprint that formed shortly after Sara screamed. That didn't deter Renee from pounding away at Sara's pussy, each thrust was punctuated with a wet squish sound emanating from both of them. Sara's head was pushed up into her son's balls each time.

"Fuck me Harder!" Sara begged.

Renee was all too happy to oblige, getting a better grip on her waist, sinking her fingers into Sara's hip bone. She pounded harder and harder into a slippery cunt that begged for more.

Sara looked up into her son's eyes, as best she could. "I'm going to cum." She mumbled. He said nothing, only putting his dick on her face. She closed her eyes and allowed herself fall into her orgasm, she concentrated on the pounding she was receiving from behind and the cock that she adored laying on her face. "Oh, fuck." She cried out, but it was muted by the sound of flesh slapping together. Sara was right on the cusp, she pushed back into Renee, timing it perfectly so that she was penetrated deeper. "Oh GOD..." She paused "...I'm Cumming!" Sara wrapped her arms around her sons ass and squeezed as tightly as she could, her whole body convulsed and she swore repeatedly. Her strength gave out and collapsed on the mattress.

"That was hot, but I am not finished." Renee said.

"I have an idea, but first lets strip her naked." Eric chimed in.

They gently rolled Sara onto her back and began the process of disrobing her. Starting with the shoes, Eric took his time with this. Savoring the sound her nylons made as he removed the shoe, caressing her foot slowly before dropping the heel. They reached up and grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled them down, casting them away once they were off. Next came the delicate procedure of removing Sara from the dress. She was enjoying being doted upon, so she offered little help. Quite delicately they lifted the dress over her head and off, laying it down on the couch so it wouldn't wrinkle. At least no more than it already was.

Both Eric and Renee stood back to bask in Sara's nudity. Her body was near flawless and toned just right.

"I can certainly see why you're with her." Renee's eyes would have mentally undressed her had they not just done that.

Eric offered his hand to his mother, got her up from the bed and turned her around. He bent her over the bed and proceed to stick his tongue as far into her asshole as it would go. She let out a gasp at the sudden invasion, but offered no protest. He wasn't doing it to please her though, he was making sure the hole he was going to enter was wet enough. And it was, so he pulled her back with him onto the couch. She landed in his lap with his dick between her ass cheeks.

"You know where this is going!?" Eric humped her ass.

"Mmm yea baby." She cooed. Grabbing his slick cock and working the head into her asshole. She moaned and winced a little, but slid in with relative ease. She wiggled down on it and spread her legs, sensing a DP was happening. And she was right, Renee stepped between her legs and adjusted herself for a better penetration angle. Sara, eager for it, stuck her fingers into her own cunt and spread her wetness over the dildo that was ready to fuck her.

Renee grabbed Sara's hand and stuck it in her mouth. "Mmmmm" she moaned.

Sara could feel her tongue flick over and between her fingers much the same way they did on her clit.

Without so much as a warning Renee pushed into Sara, her wet pussy allowed every cm of the dildo to slide in. Eric could feel it too, he enjoyed the sensation of it rubbing up against his as Renee pounded away. Sara clutched at her tits and matched the opposite rhythm of Renee's.

Eric supported Sara's weight, pushing her slightly upwards. Giving him the ability to try and match Renee's rhythm too. His rock hard cock began slowly pulling out of his mother's ass, while he couldn't see it he knew exactly what it looked like as it stretched to accommodate his manhood. "Look at her." He said to Sara about Renee. "Look at how hard she's fucking you." Sara couldn't respond, she did look up, seeing this strange woman with a dildo fucking her while she had her son's dick in her ass she found all too hot. Eric did his best to match Renee's pace, he felt his mother's sphincter squeeze tight on his prick as it slid deep into her.

"I'm so close." Renee announced. She grabbed one of Sara's tits in her hand and maintained her pace. "Fuck yes. Oui, oui. OUI!" She stopped her thrusts and humped the end that was inside her. Shouting and swearing in French, her knees wobbled and she had no choice but to fall backwards onto the bed. She removed the dildo from herself just as Sara crawled on top of her. Sara kissed her quite tenderly, and they wrapped themselves up in each other.

Eric made his way to the bathroom to clean up, and by the time he returned he found his mother's head buried between the legs of Renee. It was truly a vision of erotica, and if he wasn't already hard he would have passed out from the speed of blood that rushed to his privates.

It seemed Sara was a natural at eating pussy. In truth she was only copying what Renee had done on her earlier. Sara was enjoying this new experience, taking her time to savor the flavor of another woman, she had only ever tasted herself on her son's dick. She made sure to take her time, playing with Renee's clit between her fingers. Lightly pinching it and licking rapidly before stopping. She slowly inserted two fingers into Renee's pussy, curving them to apply pressure to her G Spot. Sara felt Renee's hands on the back of her head pulling her face closer to her pussy. Sara's tongue was sticking out and already flicking back and forth before it touched her clit. She let it touch once and then ran the entirety of her tongue along Renee's pussy.

"How does it taste?" Eric said as he stood behind Sara.

Sara didn't want to break contact so she just moaned. Circling her head while she sucked on this womans clit, getting her wetness all over her face. Next she felt a familiar feeling, it was her son positioning himself behind her. She felt his manly hands grabbing her waist and she responded by dipping her back to provide better access. Eric's cock didn't even need to be lubed up, it slid into his mother with no difficulty.

"Shit mo..." He paused, almost calling her mom. "...Ugh, you're so wet." He pounded into her, slowly at first. Watching his dick penetrate his mother's pussy. This was one of the aspects of their lovemaking that he really enjoyed, the taboo aspect. He wanted so badly to call her mom, and ask her how she likes her son's dick inside her. But he played it cool, instead he watched as his mother had her face in another woman's cunt.

To keep himself from blurting out their secret Eric tightened his grip on his mother's hips and plowed into her with reckless abandon. So hard and fast that Sara found it nearly impossible to maintain her concentration on Renee, even with Renee's hands on the back of her head.

Renee noticed this and requested a change of position. "How about I get on top?" She slid out as Sara rolled over onto her back, taking great care so that her son's dick stayed inside her. Renee lowered herself on Sara's face, spreading her lips so she could have easy access to her clit. As soon as contact was made Renee ran her hands in Sara's hair, moaning as she felt her tongue. Renee felt that Eric had resumed the same pace from minutes ago, and even with her on top she found it difficult concentrate. Her solution, she spun around on Sara's face, so she was facing Eric. She kissed him quickly and sloppy, making out with him like they were teenagers. Just like she planned he slowed down, she broke the kiss and ran her hands all over his sweaty body. She couldn't resist kissing his chest and working her way up his neck to his ear, nibbling on it just before whispering in it. "Your girlfriend is gonna make me cum."

He smiled. "Yea, she's good at that."

Renee squeezed Eric's arms and rocked on Sara's face. "Oh mon Dieu!" She shouted. She grabbed Eric's shoulder as she did her best to hold still so Sara could continue to eat her out. As her orgasm hit it forced her pelvis to thrust forwards, repeatedly, she grinded on Sara's face. Pushing down on it hard and clamping her legs on her head while her whole body shook. Eric stopped and looked on as his mother brought another woman to a screaming orgasm. Admitting defeat, more like orgasmic exhaustion, Renee fell over onto her side and watched as Eric fucked Sara. He held the back of her head in his hand with his forehead to hers and pounded her pussy, their eyes locked together, sharing something more than just a fuck. Even though she had just had an amazing orgasm, Renee began to play with her clit, watching these two have sex was hot.just can't stay away." Renee sat forward and kissed Sara while she was being fucked. Eric took this chance and gave Renee a good slap on the ass, and after she yelped Sara explained.

"He's a bit of an ass man."

"A bit?" Eric said pretending to be offended.

"Right! He IS, an ass man." Sara said correcting herself.

"It's fine, I enjoy it." Renee said as she swung her leg over Sara and continued to kiss her. Making sure to present her ass to Eric, now knowing what he prefers.

Eric's seemed to suffer from overstimulation, while one hand was caressing an ass presented to him the other was grabbing the waist of the woman he was fucking. Neither was in coordination with the other and he had trouble giving both the proper attention they deserved, however his cock had no distractions. The entire time it pistoned itself in and out of his mother's cunt regardless of what the rest of his body was doing. His fingers slid into Renee's pussy and the hand that gripped his mother's waist was now squeezing Renee's ass.

"Mmmm I haven't yet felt you inside of me yet." Renee moaned.

Without a second thought Eric withdrew from his mother and plunged right into Renee. He moaned loud and wildly as soon as he was fully in her. "Fuck thats good!" he shouted. Both of his hands were now gripping Renee's waist, as he plowed into her, he threw his head back and grunted with each thrust. What he missed with his eyes closed was his mother and Renee making out, but he didn't miss it for long.

Sara reached down and played with Renee's clit while she was being fucked, flicking it quickly from side to side. Occasionally she would graze her son's balls when they would come close enough. The first couple of times it happened he chose to ignore it, more like passion took over and he was blind with lust. After several minutes of feeling a rouge finger graze his balls he decided to see what was going on. What he saw was a smile on his mother's face and a clue as to whose finger it was touching his balls. With this new information he pounded Renee harder, all the while staring deeply into his mother's eyes. He pulled hard on her hips just as he thrust inwards, grunting as he did so. Renee moaned loudly each time his hips crashed into hers.

"Oh merde oui!" Renee hollered out. She buried her head in Sara's neck and prepared herself for the oncoming orgasm. She could feel Eric's weight crashing against her backside rhythmically. Her arms stretched out and clutched at the blankets on the bed, her tits that were contained by her corset pressed against Sara's. Eric's hands dug into her waist and pulled her into him with each thrust, it seemed harder each time. Renee wrapped her arms around Sara just as she began to cum. She whispered into Sara's ear in French phrases she didn't understand. Her body writhed in ecstasy and collapsed almost as soon as her orgasm began.

While she was still experiencing her orgasm she was pushed aside, not for malice sake, but because Eric was close himself. "Turn over!" He commanded his mother, and if she didn't understand what he was saying his motions helped. He grabbed her by the hips and turned her on her stomach, pulling her upwards towards him. Plunging his cock deep into her he pounded her without care for anything in the world. The only thing that was on his mind was his approaching orgasm. He put one leg up so that his foot was on the mattress, his hands gripped her tight and he fucked the wet pussy that surounded his cock. "FUCK!" he groaned through clenched teeth.

"Cum on my asshole!" She shouted as she spread her ass cheeks.

Less than three full strokes later, Eric pulled out and jerked off with his cock pointed right at his mother's asshole. Rope after rope of molten cum fired from his cock and landed right where she asked for, she moaned each time she felt his jizz hit her skin. His cum splashed on her asshole and pooled there, with some landing on her cheeks. It was just then that Renee broke in, turned on by the sight, and cum hungry. She pushed Sara's hands away and dove in, licking and sucking every bit of cum that landed on her. Greedily she lapped at Sara's asshole, sucking and slurping, savoring every bit of Eric's cum. When there was no more to be enjoyed she rolled Sara over and made out with her, letting her taste the remnants of her sons cum on her tongue.

Sitting back on the couch with his now flaccid penis hanging between his legs, Eric watched as his mother made out with the woman who just cleaned her asshole of his semen. He smiled quite devilishly, taking in the taboo of the situation.

"Oh, that was the best fuck I've had in a long time." Renee said as she caressed Sara.

Sara beckoned for Eric to lay next to her and as soon as their skin touched she snuggled up to him. Renee kicked her leg over the both of them and sat up, Eric couldn't help but stroke her pantyhosed leg.

"This was absolutely..." She pressed her lips against Eric's and let her tongue quickly invade his mouth. Stopping only seconds later. "...lovely." She did the same for Sara but lingered a bit longer. She got up and began gathering her things. "I must say though, this was a first for me."

Sara leaned up and looked at her puzzled. "You've never been with a woman before?"

"Oh darling, I've been with plenty of women. I've never been with a mother and her son." Renee went about getting ready to leave like she had only said nothing at all.

All the blood drained from Sara and Eric's faces, and they felt sick to their stomachs. They looked at each other and didn't know what to say.

"Uh, um. HAHA. What?! We're not...I mean that's not..." They were both stammering the same words.

"Relax loves, you must think the French are so uptight." Renee waved her hand dismissively. "You are in love, it is clear to see. That's a beautiful thing, who cares with whom!"

Both Sara and Eric were gobsmacked, they sat there with their mouths literally hanging open.

"But, but, but. How? When did you know?" Sara asked, still shocked.

Renee had just reached for the door, but turned on her toes when she heard the question. "I had an idea when you came into my shop, but you are so in love and it was difficult to see past. But it was the small things, the way you look at him, how you talk to him. But when I knew for sure, was when Eric here..." She had now walked over to him, placed her hand under his chin and pulled it up. She kissed him quite sensuously. "...almost called you mom when he was fucking you." She spun around again, bag in hand and walked towards the door. "There's this new club in town, I hope to see you there tomorrow night." She said over her shoulder as the door closed behind her.

"Good job, you blew our cover." Sara jokingly punched him in the arm.

"Me!" He said mocking her tone. "What about you!"

"What about me?" She said innocently.

"Looking at me all motherly like."

"Well I'm supposed to, I'm your mother."

"Mmmmm, yea you are." He crawled on top of her and kissed her as he squeezed her breasts together.

"I feel something poking me." She smiled.

He adjusted himself and now the shaft of his dick was laying on her pussy. He continued kissing her with passion before she broke it.

"My baby boy has some stamina huh." In response to his rock hard erection.

"I'm not a baby mom." He said in a joking tone.

"Prove it!"

He freed a hand and used it to guide his cock towards the entrance to his mother's pussy. Using the head of his prick he teased her clit with it, pressing it back and forth over it. Tired of teasing her, he licked his palm and ran it down his shaft, he shoved the entire length of his dick into her with one thrust. At the same time they threw their heads back and moaned loudly.

"You're such a dirty boy, fucking your momma's pussy. Don't you know that's wrong!"

"But you love your son's dick in you." He continued thrusting inward into her, watching it glisten from her wetness. "If it's so wrong, why do you have your legs spread as wide as possible?"

It was true, Sara had her legs spread wide, like she was doing a split, and she held them there while her son fucked her.

"Oh, well I only want the best for my baby boy."

"I told you mom, I'm not a baby." He positioned his hands on her waist and held her in place.

"Mmmm you certainly aren't, with that big hard cock." She licked her lips. "Now fuck mommy's pussy nice and hard."

He used her waist as handles and brought her down on his dick with each thrust. The sound of their naughty bits slapping together was incestual heaven for them.

"FUCK ME ERIC! FUCK YOUR MOTHER'S PUSSY! MAKE YOUR MOMMY CUM!" She shouted at the top of her lungs.

Eric was all too happy to oblige, and quickened his pace as well as his force. Each time he bottomed out in her she screamed "Fuck." And when nothing but the tip of his dick was inside her she would moan "me."

"Eric baby, I'm cumming." Instead of letting her son pound away she wrapped her legs around him and squeezed tight. Almost to the point where he couldn't move. Sara's body instinctively humped her son's prick, while she grunted with each movement. "Fuck..." She groaned and humped one long last time. "...yes." While her orgasm had subsided, she didn't release her son from her grip.

Still out of breath she spoke. "Now it's time..." She breathed in heavily. "...for you to empty your balls in your mother's cunt."

"Oh I love when you talk dirty." He put his palms on the mattress and humped her as best he could. Restricted still by her legs.

"I need it baby, I need you to cum in me."

Eric moaned in a way that said he was close.

"Oh, my handsome son..." She stroked his face gently. "...cum in your mother's pussy."

He grunted, and arched his back, thrusting his dick deeper in her. Even though he had just cum fifteen minutes ago the amount he unleashed in her was on par with the first.

He huffed a sigh of relief and collapsed on top of his mother. She held him and kissed him tenderly all over his face, running her hands through his hair. Still keeping him locked inside her with her legs.

As his erection subsided Sara slowly released her grip on him, but still keeping him on top of her. He managed to roll off of her, to her side, a torrent of cum leaked from her pussy but she didn't have the energy to try and stop it. It was a good thing they were on the comforter, they wadded it up into a ball and tossed it on the ground. Quickly getting under the covers and snuggling up with each other, they passed out without even saying a word.

The next morning; rather later that morning, Sara was the first to wake. She didn't immediately get out of bed, she laid there with her sons arm around her replaying the events of the night before. She smiled to herself that she was able to share this with her boyfriend, and it wasn't until she felt the crusty feeling of dried semen between her legs that she got up. She was barely able to get the covers off of her before Eric woke up.

"Everything okay?" He said in a groggy voice.

She stood up and pointed between her legs to the dried crusty flakey semen. "Someone insisted on cumming in me and made a mess!"

"Yea..." He laughed. "...you!"

"Oh yea." She played ditzy. "It's so hot, but..." She looked around the room at the mess. "...the lady who cleans this room is going to hate us."

"Well, we had better leave a nice tip."

Sara nodded her head in approval and walked toward the bathroom. "Come shower with me." This was both a question and a statement.

Eric leapt from bed and chased her into the bathroom, she giggled as she ran towards the shower with her tits and ass bouncing to and fro. He gave them both a firm squeeze as she was stepping into it. Eric watched as his mother lathered up and cleaned herself off, he stood in marvel at this beautiful woman with whom he shared his life. It was more than that though, and the words that Renee said last night rang in his ear. '...who cares with whom.' Just then Sara looked up and him and smiled, a very genuine smile, one that made his heart melt. He pulled her in and embraced her. "I love you baby." He whispered in her ear.

"I love you to hunny." She smiled again and kissed him. "Wash my back."

After the shower and while getting ready they discussed the plans for the day.

"So, the Louvre?" He said.

"Yup." She responded while drying her hair with the towel that was around her.

"And then?"

"Anything. We can go anywhere you like babe." She kissed him on his forehead on her way back to the bathroom.

Eric grabbed his phone and sat on the end of the bed, he emailed Renee about the club she mentioned as she was leaving last night.

"I was thinking we could get a bite to eat first." Sara had to holler over her blow dryer.

Eric just nodded as he typed on his phone.

Sara walked into the room, and even though he sees her naked everyday, this sight always draws his attention. She opened a drawer and pulled out a red, very floral, very lacy, pair of boy short panties. She pulled them up and they instantly clung to and in every curve of her ass. She looked over at her son staring at her from the end of the bed, his pole sticking straight up. She laughed but was also flattered at his response.

"I could watch you put on panties all day."

"What about taking them off." She winked.

"Well yea that too, but I want to be doing that part."

"What do you think about these? They're not my normal type."

"Sara baby, they're sexy!"

"Well thank you." She blushed. "I got them the day you got your tux."

Sara continued to dress, putting on her bra and adjusting herself in it. She could feel his eyes on her so she made a show of it. She grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them up, while they were the correct size for her she always had just a bit of trouble getting her ass into them. As soon as she got them up to the bottom of her butt she had to wiggle and pull them up up to get in them. Yet another event that Eric loved to watch. It took Eric only minutes to get dressed, and when he was done they were ready to go. Before they were going to leave they stripped the bed of all its covers and sheets and left them in a pile on the floor.

Just as they were outside Eric asked. "So how far is the museum?"

"Actually, its right across the river from where we had dinner."

So they hopped on the nearest metro, made a transfer and before they knew it they were standing outside of the Louvre, after walking a block or two.

Eric whistled at the glass pyramid. "Wouldya look at that."

"I knew that would impress you."

Eric walked towards the entrance, but his mother tugged him in another direction. He looked at her confused.

"Food." Was all she said.

He just raised his eyebrows and nodded his head yes.

They found a nearby cafe and had a quick breakfast. It included more flaky buttery croissants and a cup of coffee each. After they finished they made their way back to the museum.

They walked hand in hand to the entrance and paid to get in. They decide to go at their own pace as opposed to a guided tour. Very little was said as they walked through the museum. Occasionally commenting on the information provided. They came upon the Mona Lisa, and by some strange stroke of luck it was nearly empty. They were able to walk right up to it and remarked at how small it was.

"Go stand next to it." He said to her.

Sara walked up next to it as Eric readied his phone to take a picture. She made a goofy face while pointing at it. As they walked around, seeing many famous works of art, they enjoyed the ability to be a couple. Quietly lamenting that it would come to an end when they were back in the states. After they had seen everything that Sara had set out to see they felt confident in leaving and finding the next thing to see in Paris.

Standing right outside of the Louvre Sara asked. "So where to now?"

"Well, there's a zoo not too far away."

"What!" Sara said shocked. "How do you know that?"

Eric just smiled and winked at her, while pulling her towards the metro. After a short ride that included Sara resting her head on her son's shoulder and smiling over the fact that he surprised her, they made their way into the zoo. It was quite large, but they had all day, so they took their time, making sure to see each exhibit. One of particular interest was the monkeys, they swung from branch to branch, seemingly putting on a show for the people observing them. From the monkeys they went in no particular direction, walking down the winding paths of the zoo. They soon walked into one of the zoos several gardens.

"Oh Eric, baby. Look at it all!" She had her hands clasped over her mouth. She was enamored with the beauty of it all, how even in the winter there were a few plants blooming. As well as how the trees hung over to make a natural archway to walk through.

Eric took her by the arm and sat her down on one of the many benches under the trees.

"Did you know this was here?" She looked up at him.

"Well I did a little research, and knew you would love it."

"Oh Eric, baby." She gushed and kissed him quickly.

He pulled her in close. "We should come back to see it in the spring, I bet the colors are even more amazing."

Sara nodded her head in agreement.

They sat there for another 20 minutes listening to the birds chirp and the breeze as it passed through the leaves.

Sara turned her head towards her son. "So, christmas is in two days. What do you want?"

Eric just raised an eyebrow.

"Well you can have that whenever you want!"

"Honestly hun, I don't want anything. I've got you, and that's all I'll ever need."

"You sure know the right thing to say and do to make a women feel good."

"What can I say, I'm a people pleaser." He joked.

"Mmmm, more like a mommy pleaser." She was serious.

Sara stood up and took Eric by the hand. "What's our next activity?"

"Well, I thought we would go and see Renee, I emailed her this morning but haven't heard back from her."

Yet another metro ride back to the shop where Renee worked, and as soon as they were through the door she greeted them both with a big hug.

"Hello you two!" Kissing them both, once on each cheek.

After they greeted each other and made small talk, Eric asked about the location of the night club Renee mentioned the last night. She jotted down the location, and the directions on a piece of paper.

"So I will see you two there tonight?" She said with excitement in her voice.

"Absolutely!" Sara said, matching Renee's excitement.

"It's a posh place, so dress kinda, slutty." Renee instructed. "Be there around 11pm." She added

"Kinda slutty, 11pm. Got it!" Sara smiled.

"Honey, will you wait for me outside? I have something I want to discuss with Renee."

Sara looked at her son through squinted eyes. "You're up to something." But she knew it was probably a good something so she left the store and watched through the window. She saw Eric describing something to Renee, using his hands to draw a semicircle in the air. She watched as Renee stood puzzled for a second, but then vigorously nodded her head up and down. They walked out of her view and minutes later Eric walked out of the doors with a small bag in his hands.

"What's in the bag?" She went to reach for it.

He playfully slapped her hand away. "You'll find out later." He grinned. "What you need now is something to wear for tonight."

"You know what that means!" She said excited.

He sighed. "shopping."

"SHOPPING!" She shouted.

They were in the perfect place to shop too, they walked down the street keeping their eyes open for a store that would have the kind of outfits for a night out. They were walking for longer than they expected before they glimpsed a store down a side street. It was unlike any of the others on the main strip, it had gaudy neon lights and mannequins with feather boas in the window.

There's a good chance you can find something 'kinda slutty' in there."

"Ya think."

Sara certainly didn't need any help picking out something that was kinda slutty. She did try and remember when it was the last time it was she went out to a club. When the realization hit her she felt a bit old.

Eric always complained when he had to go shopping with his mom, but he quite enjoyed it, especially when it was something like this. Even when it wasn't, it was time they were spending together out of the house. Although sometimes it did seem to go on for far too long, and that was the part that he lamented.

No sooner were they through the door when Sara zeroed in on what she was going to wear for the night. It was a black tube top dress, made from spandex so it would cling to her body and show off her curves. For once she didn't have to break the bank to buy it either, but just as she was walking up to the counter to pay she noticed a pair of shoes out of the corner of her eye. They had sexy curves that looked like a race car, a 10cm (~4in) heel, and black to match her outfit. She grabbed up a pair in her size, paid for them and left.

"See, that was painless." She said to her son.

"Actually, it took us longer to find this place than you took in it."

"So we need to find something for you to wear."

"I figure just my suit pants and a white collared shirt no tie."

"I think that works. So what now? We've got quite a bit of time to kill."

"Why don't we just go back to the hotel and relax? We've been running around non stop, it would be nice to not do anything."

They both agreed and found their way back to the hotel room.

Upon entering it they both collapsed onto the freshly made bed and let out a sigh of contentment.

"So did Renee tell you the name of the club?" She asked as she kicked off her shoes.

"Yea, its called..." He had trouble with the pronunciation. "...Interdit."

Before either of them had the chance to say another word they passed out. Waking up, they cleared the sleep from their eyes and checked the time, while they weren't running late, it was much closer to 11pm than they had expected.

"We've got enough time to run and grab something quick to eat before we have to be back here and get ready." Sara said in a groggy voice.

With that, they took off, running to the nearest place that was open to grab a quick bite. While walking back with their meal they past a liquor store.

"We should probably pregame." Eric said.

"Huh?"

"Well the drinks are going to be expensive at the club, so lets have a few before hand." Eric handed his mother his sandwich and popped inside and bought a few nippers of several different types of alcohol.

Returning back to the room they each took a shot of cinnamon rum, and for good measure, took another. Getting in the shower, they wanted to play, but they were now running short on time. So they stuck to getting clean.

Getting ready, Sara took the tube top dress from the bag and slid it on, she didn't bother with a bra as it wouldn't look right. She pulled the dress down and ran her hands over her body, smoothing out any wrinkles. She took a look in the mirror and could see her nipples making tiny bulges in the fabric. She gave them a little tweak and smiled. Just then Eric approached her from behind.

"Mmmm so sexy." He ran his hands from her hips up to her tits and tweaked her nipples just like she did. "I have something for you." He reached into a drawer and pulled out the bag he bought from Renee earlier today. He presented her with a pair of panties, not a normal pair though. This one was regular in the sense of the waistband, it was black and lacy, but where there would have been a fabric gusset there was just a string of pearls.

"MMmmmm." She kissed him, invading his mouth with her tongue. "Looks naughty." She pulled them up and adjusted the pearls so the divided her pussy in half. "Feels naughty."

After she had settled in on the feeling of the pearls she grabbed her heels and slid them on. She knew her feet were going to kill her tomorrow, but they were so damn cute.

In the same time Sara was getting dressed so was Eric, and as soon as he tied his shoes they were ready to go. One more toast and they were off, this time it was a flavored vodka. They downed another one after that for good luck, Eric stuck two more in his pocket just in case.

Down on the street they were deciding on a cab or the metro.

"We could take the metro to here, then take a cab from there." Eric pointed to the map on his phone.

"Sounds good, lets go!" Sara shouted, not realizing how tipsy she already was. She grabbed him by the hand and was walking at a brisk pace to the nearest metro station. They caught the train and took it for about fifteen minutes to their destination, hailing a cab, she told the driver in her drunken french the name of the club.

As the taxi pulled up outside of the club Sara darted out because she saw Renee just about to walk in. She shouted to her to get her attention. Renee turned around and greeted her while Eric was paying the driver.

"Ils sont avec moi" Renee said to the bouncer.

The bouncer looked Sara up and down, noticing her erect nipples, and happily let them in.

Renee led Sara by the hand right to the dance floor, and even though it had been many years since she had been to a club, she didn't miss a beat. The two danced together erotically, grinding on each other's bodies, to the beat but not knowing the song. Eric stood on the edge of the dance floor and watched as his mother danced with Renee. Both of their dresses were dangerously close to revealing what was underneath them, but as he looked around he saw much of the same. Women dancing with women dressed in even less, men dancing with men in what could only be described as bdsm attire. Women who were clearly men dancing with anyone and everyone. And no one cared, sure some of them were high and the rest were drunk, but what did it matter.

Eric walked onto the dance floor and took a position behind his mother, placing one hand on her waist and moving in synch with the two of them. Watching her dance like this aroused him, and she could tell, grinding into him a little harder. Swaying her ass against him while Renee had one leg in between their legs and the other outside of them.

As the current song faded and the new one was starting, Renee yelled. "I love this song!"

Sara took her by the waist and put her, ass first, into her son's crotch. Renee felt his excitement and danced to the beat without breaking contact. Sara, meanwhile, was twisting her body from side to side with her hands in the air. Quickly she spun around and stuck her ass in Renee's crotch, in response Renee gave it a slap. Sara feigned offense, spun around again and dropped to the floor with her knees bent and spread wide. So that the entire club could see up her dress, if they cared to, but none did. Sara looked up and noticed that Renee was not wearing any panties. Sara stood back up and circled around to the back of her son, sandwiching him between them, Renee turned around to face him while dancing. He had two beautiful women dancing with him, he did his best to keep up with them.

As the song ended Renee took their drink orders and made her way to the bar. Eric took this chance to dance solo with his mother.

"For someone who hasn't done this in a while you sure are good at it." He said to her.

"Like riding a bike." She winked.

They danced together without a care for what song was playing, grinding on each other like horny teenager at a school dance.

"I got us some drinks!" Renee shouted, interrupting them.

They each took one, Eric looked down at it and sniffed, "Kinda fruity." He thought to himself.

"To love." Renee toasted.

"To love." Sara repeated.

"And to sex!" Eric smiled.

"Mm, great sex." Sara said with the cup to her lips. Renee nodded her head in agreement.

They drank them down rather quickly, forgetting that they already had a few before arriving at the club. Back to the dance floor where the three of them got down and dirty, all but penetrating each other. The night went on like this, near x rated dancing and cocktails till the early morning. Until Sara began to yawn, a lot, Eric noticed this and laughed.

"Take me home baby." She said with her arms draped over him and her head on his chest.

Eric kissed Renee goodnight, and Renee kissed Sara on her head. Outside of the club, with his mother in his arms he hailed a cab. Eric told the driver the hotel they were staying and they were off.

"Hey, you said that really well." She said about his pronunciation of the hotel. He just smiled and raised his eyebrows. "You're full of surprises young man." Her drunkenness was evident. "I'm so sorry baby."

"Why?" He asked.

"You bought me these sexy panties and I'm too drunk to do anything."

He laughed and tried to shoosh her while she was speaking.

"But they're so sexy, I love them, I feel so sexy in them."

Eric, laughing the whole time, continued to try and get her to keep quiet.

"But baby, look." She went to lift up her skirt and show him.

Eric put his hand on hers to keep her from flashing the driver. "Okay babe, I know, I watched you put them on." Still laughing.

In front of the hotel Eric paid and escorted his mother up to their room, undressed her and tucked her in.

That morning Eric rolls over and kisses Sara on the cheek.

"Errrrrmmm." She groans

"Someone a little hungover?" He jokes.

"More than a little." She pulled the covers over her head.

"Well what can I get for you?"

"Water, and toast. No butter."

Eric placed a call to the front desk for exactly what his mother wanted. Meanwhile he took a shower and got dressed.

"What are you doing?" She said from under the covers, her voice muffled.

"I'm getting ready to..." There was a knock at the door. Eric took the tray and set it down next to Sara. "...I'm about to go out."

"Oh, where are we going?"

"WE, are going no where. YOU, are staying in bed." He put the phone next to her so she could call room service if she needed to, and the trash can to her side in case she was sick.

"Well than. Where are you going?" She inquired.

"That my dear..." He kissed her on the head. "...Is none of your business." With that he walked out of the door, down the elevator, out of the building and into Paris on Christmas Eve.

While he told his mother that he didn't want anything for Christmas, he saw something that he wanted to get her. It was in one of the shops they stopped in the first day they were there. So he hopped on the metro and made his way to the Champs Elysees. He saw a small silver locket in the shape of a heart with the Eiffel Tower on it, and he thought it would be perfect. Although she didn't wear much jewelry, he had an idea, and knew it was a piece she would wear. As he entered the shop he was greeted by one of the shop girls.

"Bonjour." She smiled.

Eric just nodded his head and returned the smile. He approached a glass display case and looked down into it seeing the heart locket he wanted. He noticed the price, and while it wasn't astronomical, it was more than he expected, but at least that meant it was real and not a cheap souvenir. As the girl walked over he pointed at the locket and said. "Le coeur." With the locket in his hands, he inspected it, opening the heart that revealed where the pictures would go. He felt the weight of it in his palm, confirming that it wasn't a cheap trinket that would tarnish in a days time. After he paid for the necklace he knew he needed to find a place that would print out pictures to put into it. He certainly wouldn't find a place like that here, so back onto the metro to the other side of town to find a shop that would. And after a longer than usual ride, and a short walk he was in front of a Kodak shop. It took quite a while to get the pictures perfectly fit to the inside of the locket, there was quite a bit of trimming, but in the end it was perfect. Outside, he checked his phone for the time and it was well past noon, his next plan was to get a gift box for his present. That would be easy enough to find on the way back to the hotel.

Eric had found a shop for a gift box between the metro and his hotel and got one for the locket. It was past lunch time and he knew his mother wouldn't want to eat anything real, so he stopped into a cafe and got something to hold him over until it was dinner time. Even then he didn't think his mother would have much of anything.

When he got back to his room he found his mother in the same place he left her.

"You alright babe?" He called out.

"Hmm, yea." She mumbled from under the blankets.

"You hungry?"

"No."

"You're not doing so great huh." He said as he cuddled her.

They laid there for some time, not exchanging a word.

"Where did you go?" She asked him.

"Oh, just out."

"Fine." She huffed.

More time went by with them just laying there not saying a word.

"I'm kinda hungry." Sara said.

"I should suspect so, its damn near eight, and you've barely eaten anything all day."

Sara, now had her head out of the covers, just nodded.

"Why don't you go shower and we can find something light to eat."

"Okay." She said as she trundled along to the bathroom.

After she was ready they made their way to a cafe and Sara cautiously ordered a bowl of soup and Eric ordered a panini type sandwich.

"So, what do you want to do for Christmas?" She asked her son.

"I was thinking we stay in bed and have sex all day."

A smile shot across her face.

"I'm serious. All I want to do is stay in bed and fuck you. All day long."

Sara giggled and turned slightly red in the face. "I think I would like that she said."

"Oh I know I will like that."

They finished their meal in relative silence, paid and left arm in arm. On the way back Sara stole a kiss from her son. The rest of the night was spent talking about random stuff; politics, current events, tv shows while they laid across each other.

In bed they cuddled up and drifted off, blissfully, to sleep.

The sun rose on Paris, on Christmas day, there was a light dusting of snow on the ground and the flakes were still falling.

"Good morning baby, merry Christmas." She said in a motherly tone, kissing him on the forehead.

With his eyes closed his hands found her face and brought her lips to his. He broke their embrace to take his morning pee. Getting back to bed, he brought with him her gift.

"You said we weren't exchanging gifts!" She shouted.

"I lied. Open it."

Sara opened the box and saw two heart shaped pictures and was puzzled.

"Turn them over."

On the back of her picture it said "Slut" and on the back of his it read "Master" she was still confused.

"There's more."

Sara dug deeper into the small box and saw the heart shaped locket with the Eiffel tower on it.

"Oh baby it's beautiful!" She gushed. Now putting the pictures into place, and the necklace around her neck. "I love it!" She kissed him many times, quickly on his lips. "Now it's time for your present." She threw one leg over and straddled him. "I'm gonna make you cum so fast."

He yanked down his shorts as best he could, and as soon as his dick was free she pressed her weight down on him. Trapping his dick with her pussy, her small purple thong was all that separated them.

"Momma's boy is nice and hard." She wiggled on him, letting him feel how wet she was. He could only moan and hold on to her waist. "You gonna fuck your mom with that big hard dick!?" He just nodded yes with his eyes closed. "Mmmm you dirty boy." She slid her panties to the side and grinded on her sons cock, making it slick with her wetness.

"Oh mom, please." He begged to be inside her.

She leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "You won't last two minutes."

He could feel that the tip of his dick was just about to penetrate her, and he tried to push it in but couldn't get the right angle.

"Oh, you wanna put your dick in mommy?" She toyed with him.

"Yes. PLEASE!" He shouted.

Instead of giving in, she decided to tease him a bit longer. She slowly took her panties off and grazed his dick with them. She watched as it lurched each time the fabric touched him. Continuing her torture, she brought it up to his face and let them rest right on his nose. With one hand he grabbed them and inhaled deeply. While her son was preoccupied with her panties, she grabbed his dick and shoved it into her wet cunt. He let out the loudest moan she had ever heard him make. That didn't phase her, she went right into riding him, rocking her hips while she was grinding into him. Making sure that the entire length of her sons rock hard prick was always surrounded by her wet pussy.

"Oh Fuck yes!" He moaned into his mother's thong.

Sara had her hands on Eric's chest while her hips worked in long but fast strokes. She felt his erection begin to throb inside her, and noticed his toes were clenching.

"Oh fuck." He whispered. His hands instinctively grabbed for her hips.

She knew exactly what she was doing, she didn't change the rhythm or pace, she kept grinding into her son. And in a matter of seconds she could feel his molten hot jizz splash into her.

Eric's face was strained, his breath was held, his mouth hung open and his eyes clamped shut. The only control he had was his hands on his mother's hips. He felt jet after jet of his cum shoot from his dick into his mother's inviting cunt. He gasped for air as the last bit of cum dribbled out of his prick.

"One minute, fifteen seconds." She said proudly. She lifted herself up and quickly dug her fingers into herself to retrieve her sons cum. Bringing her hand to her mouth she licked her fingers clean before going back for another taste.

"Damn that's hot!" He said.

Before she could, she was thrown onto the mattress face down, her hands were pinned behind her back and she felt her sons dick enter her again. He slammed into her forcefully and repeatedly. She moaned wildly into the sheets and he snorted like a beast. The way he took her could have been considered rape, but she loved the idea of being taken like this.

He pounded away at his mother's cunt, deep and hard with each stroke, and with each stroke small amounts of his cum leaked from her. He had a firm hold of her wrists with one hand, and an even firmer hold of her waist with the other. He watched as her ass shook when he slammed into her, the waves traveling outward. Punctuated by her screams of pure ecstasy into the pillow.

"FUCK!" He grunted. "You like that mom!?" He was breathing heavy. "You like when your son fucks your cunt!"

She screamed yes into the pillow as loudly as she could. Her body was on overload, being pinned down and restrained, and having her pussy pounded by her son. Her legs began to quiver and she just kept screaming fuck into the pillow, louder and louder each time. Her son's dick was harder than steel, and she could feel it each time it passed her pussy lips. His cock stretched her cunt perfectly and the sensation of his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust was heavenly. What made it even better was that her pussy was already full of his jizz, and currently being pummeled by the same cock that deposited that load in her. Her body and mind were overstimulated, but thinking about all of this made her pass the tipping point. Still screaming into the pillow she announced the arrival of her orgasm. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" Her body crumbled onto the mattress in a heaping mess of twitches and mumbles.

Eric spread her still quivering legs and dipped his dick back into her orgasming pussy, not far from his own, he just need a few more strokes. After about three he pulled out and aimed right at her clit while he jerked his dick. He grunted the start of his orgasm, and while it wasn't the volume of the previous, it matched its intensity. The first rope shot out thick and landed right on her clit. The following two landing to either side. He carefully slid back inside his mother and laid on top of her, they were both nearly gasping for air.Fuck! That was amazing!" She said between deep breaths.

Eric pushed himself up and off of her, a long string of mixed bodily fluids connected them. "Merry Christmas babe." He said with a smile.

She smiled big and cheesey. "We made a big mess again."

He just laughed as he walked towards the bathroom, Sara quickly followed him. After they finished they decided it would be better to just wear robes all day, they opened the french doors and embraced each other while they watched the snow fall.

"Shame we have to leave." Sara said, thinking about their return flight tomorrow.

"Why don't we just stay?!" He responded.

"Eric, baby, I have a career and you have school. I would love to live here but we have a life elsewhere."

He knew it was a long shot, but he had to take it.

They closed the doors and retreated to the bed together. They watched tv all day in between touching each other in their naughty places, and packing. Night came quicker than they expected or wanted.

"Take one last walk through the city with me?" She asked her son, almost tearyeyed.

"Of course." He smiled.

The couple walked hand in hand, the snow crunched under their feet and the streetlights illuminated the snow that was stuck to them. It made for a picturesque scene, even more so when they approached the Eiffel tower. They didn't say a word, just taking in the beauty of their surroundings. With a sigh Sara turned around and walked back to the hotel, holding her boyfriends hand but with her head towards the ground.

Very little was said by the two, and before they knew it they were in bed and setting an alarm for the morning. They cuddled up as close as they could, enjoying the last night in this romantic city.

The alarm blared, quite annoyingly, and they both rose from the bed begrudgingly. Going through the motions, and getting ready to leave the room for the last time. Sara stepped out past the french doors for one last time to peer at her favorite city, she felt her son hug her from behind. "Thank you for sharing this with me, you made it so special."

"It was special for me too." He said, kissing the top of her head.

The same man who checked them in was now there checking them out of the hotel. "How was everything?" He asked.

"Très magnifique." Sara said.

"Wonderful!" He said. "We hope to see you again!"

The couple was in a cab to the airport, and on the plane back to their lives in almost a blink of an eye. The flight took off on time, a meal was served, a movie played and Sara and Eric slept nearly the entire flight.

Back in the states they hailed a cab and were in front of their house, after they walked in they looked at each other. Eric was the first to speak. "This doesn't feel like home anymore."

"I was thinking the same thing." Sara said while looking around.

They went about unpacking their things, once again, before they knew it, it was night. They got ready for bed and cuddled up as they usually do.

"So! What did you think?" He asked.

"Oh, I loved it. Paris is such a beauti..."

He cut her off. "...No not that. You know what I mean."

"Oh, that." She smiled. "It was nice, I'm glad I got to try it, and even more so that you were there with me. But I was a bit jealous."

"Yea, I could tell. So could Renee."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but you're mine. I don't want to share you."

"Well how do you think I felt watching you with someone else?"

"Probably just as jealous as I was?"

"A bit, but you know what. I'm glad we tried it too." He squeezed her tightly.

"So, what do we do next?" She smiled mischievously.

"Well, I would like to try..." He whispered in her ear.

"Oh you pervert, I love that idea!"

Shortly after they fell asleep, blissfully, dreaming of their next incestous sexual encounter.