In the Bays of Sardinia 05 +PICS

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Terry woke up and opened his eyes, blinking. The sun must already
be high in the sky because it was bright in the tent. Lissy just
slipped out of the sleeping tent and greeted Mama, who had long
since gotten up.

When Terry heard them both heading to the shower facilities, he

nodded off again. He felt more relaxed that morning, than he had in
a long time and resolved to lie there all day to enjoy the feeling. But
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soon, mom was back from showering, huddled in front of the inner
tent and seeing that he was awake, she greeted him.

"Good morning groundhog, did you sleep well?"

"Delightful, Mama," Terry yawned, and padded to the doorway.

Mary leaned into her son and whispered, "Breakfast is a little late
today. Lissy has gone to the sea, and Dad is still asleep, so we have
to be quiet."

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"Okay," Terry sighed, and saw his mother sneak into the sleeping
tent with Dad and get out her clothes. She put them on a camp
chair and stopped, as if she was thinking about something.

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Terry couldn't remember his mother showing herself so
unselfconsciously in front of him in her nightgown; the most he had
seen her in it, was in the hallway when she scurried from the
bedroom to the bathroom.

And now she was standing in front of him, putting a finger to her
lips and staring through the tent wall, lost in thought, while he could
marvel at her panties through the lace trim of the shirt.

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All of a sudden, Mom grabbed a bottle of body milk, paused for a
moment, and put it back on the shelf. Terry's eyes almost fell out of
his head when his mother reached under her nightgown and slipped
her panties down to her feet.

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She grabbed the bottle again and set about rubbing her legs.

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The lower she went, the further she bent down until her shirt had
ridden up high enough for her frizzy brown hair to peek out between
her thighs.

Terry felt his little one begin to stir at the sight of her bare bottom.
When Mom reached her feet and her head almost touched the floor,
her curved pubic mounds emerged from between her thighs and
stretched out to meet him.

Then, suddenly his mother unexpectedly looked backwards, straight

into his face. Terry didn't understand why she didn't immediately
disappear from his field of vision, startled, since she could see that
he was staring at her butt. But she laughed, with her head hanging
and whispered softly, "I noticed it exactly, you rascal.... you're
looking very closely at your mommy."

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Terry's blood froze in his veins. He no longer dared to move his
eyes.

Mom paused in her position for a moment, then turned around. She
crouched in front of him, wiped her nose with the back of her hand,
and giggled, "Rogue! Didn't you see enough on the beach
yesterday?"

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"Ehrr," Terry croaked, but he was unable to continue. What had
gotten into his mother that she was crouching in front of him with
her thighs spread and smiling, until he could no longer help but
stare between her legs? Was she making fun of him? His eyes sank
into the hairy bulge of her pubic mound.

Mama's voice sounded as if from a distance, "I can't reach the back
of my legs, Terry, can you please do it?"

While Mary pressed the bottle into his hand, she stood up and
turned her backside to him. She looked back and saw that her son
remained sitting, befuddled, eyeing her with wide eyes. She giggled
again, "Come on Terry, you know this already.... yesterday you did
it so well..."

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Terry rose as if in a trance and slid on his knees toward the
entrance, it dawning on him that his hazy memory of the previous
day had not been a wet dream. Mom turned and groped her feet
backward, until her heels touched the edge of the inner tent. He
poured body milk into his palm and began rubbing the back of her
legs.

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Again and again, he dared to look into mom's crotch and followed
the course of her cleft through the frizzy hair, each time an
intoxicating dizziness seized him. When mom's thighs slid apart, he
even saw the pink inside of her labia; that was too much for him.

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He quickly rubbed the body milk on her legs and, with a trembling
hand, handed the bottle forward.

But, instead of accepting it, Mama reached back with both hands,
pushed up her little shirt and asked him in a soft voice, "Here, too."

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Terry could no longer find a thought. Dad was asleep in the next
tent and could wake up at any moment! Mom didn't seem to mind,
and he guessed that this sweet nightmare would continue. Terry
was finally brought out of his stupor when she leaned forward until
her bottom was just a hand's width from his face.

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He swallowed empty when he saw how close the cheeks of mom's
pussy were. Dazed, he grabbed the bottle, took copious amounts of
body milk and spread it over her bare bottom without taking his
eyes off her labia for even a second.

"You took too much," Mom said with a laugh, "maybe you'll spread
it."

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Only now did Terry notice that Mom's buttocks were shining snow-
white. He pulled his hands outward to rub the milk on her hips, her
buttocks opening to reveal her rosette.

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Soon, Mom's sides were also shimmering white, and Terry had no
choice but to spread the milk in her butt crack. But even that wasn't
enough to make the white streaks disappear. He was about to ask
his mother to hand him a cloth when she turned her head back and
breathed.

"You have such delicate hands, Terry, don't stop."

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Encouraged by mom's words, he drove into her butt crack and
stroked the milk down onto the inside of one thigh. Switching to the
other side, he even allowed himself to slide his fingertips over her
rosette.

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The butt in front of his face quivered, Mom bent lower and groaned,
"You piglet you... don't stop!"

Terry pushed his hand forward and covered Mom's mound of Venus
with his fingers.

She thanked him by murmuring barely audibly, "Ew boy.... yeah,

there too."

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Now Terry dared to return his thumb to mom's rosette and circle it.
When he heard a gasp, he felt his way through her labia with the
rest of his fingers. Mom continued to lean forward; this time, so
deeply that Terry had to slide back. Carefully, he prodded her
rosette with his thumb, it began to widen under his greasy finger,
and Mom gave a stretched sigh, "Oh Terry...what are you doing to
me?"

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Mom's rosette slid over his thumb. Terry slipped his index finger
through her pussy to the entrance of the pleasure canal. Her pelvis
came towards him and his finger sank between her labia. Mom
didn't stop pushing her bottom toward him, until his thumb was
deep in her butt hole.

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All at once she broke away, stepped hastily into the inner tent and
knelt on the ground in front of him. Mary looked raptly at the huge
bulge in Terry's shorts.

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Without hesitation, she grabbed the waistband and pulled it down to
the back of his knees, then reached a hand to her crotch and
drenched it with body milk.

Mary grasped the towering boner and stroked it. Terry looked down
at himself with disbelieving delight and drooping arms, watching as
Mom rubbed his cock.

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Soon Mary grabbed his hand and guided it between her legs, lifting
her pelvis as she did so, noting that Terry seemed to be waking up
from his stupor, for immediately his fingers squeezed into her butt
crack.

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Mary almost couldn't wait until he poked her rosette with one finger
and drilled it into her soft asshole. When his thumb also felt its way
through her labia and stroked her clit, she sank down.

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Terry saw that his mother had eyes only for her hand massaging his
hard-on vigorously, he noticed how she, too, was gradually getting
out of hand. She was putting her butt over his finger more and
more violently, her hand around his cock visibly quickening. As she
neared the end, Terry looked up into her face, Mom had pressed her
lips together so she wouldn't have to cry out loud, and was staring
into his eyes with desperate arousal.

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Terry also held his breath... he felt as if he had to suffocate.
Suddenly, Mama radiated an inner calm, although the rough
movements of her hand did not cease. She opened her mouth,
looked into his face with a smile, and inexorably came closer to him
until her lips closed around his.

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Like mad, Terry drove his finger into mom's asshole… he felt that
her hand mercilessly strangled his hard-on... already it began to rise
up in him… Mom's pussy was squeezing his thumb… she moaned
her climax into his mouth, while his whole load splashed, splashed,
splashed on her breasts.

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When Terry came to, he no longer knew how long they had been
kneeling in front of each other kissing, still mom had her hand
tightly closed around his erection. Suddenly, Lissy's warbling outside
the tent!

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Mom rose without haste, got into her panties in front of the inner
tent and rubbed the telltale marks off her shirt. She smiled at him
one last time, leaned in and whispered in his ear, "It'll be our
secret, won't it, that you're Mama's little piglet? Promise?"

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Terry nodded silently and looked at his mother in bewilderment. She
strolled out of the tent, as if she had just gotten ready for a walk by
the sea. Outside, Lissy told her she hadn't showered yet and wanted
to make up for it, but Mom thought out loud, "There's no need, we'll
be swimming in the sea soon… actually, I wanted to make
breakfast."

But Lissy insisted and went into the tent to get the shower soap.
Dad just climbed out of his inner tent, he had overheard that Lissy
wanted to take a shower.

"Hello little one," he greeted his daughter, "I heard you wanted to
take a shower. I'll go with you in a minute, I need it, too."

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Outside the tent, he greeted his wife with a kiss.

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Sighing, Mary explained that if there was no breakfast until later,
she would go to the little supermarket, she could have a cup of
coffee there.

"I'll come too, Mom," Terry volunteered, "maybe they have

computer magazines."

Lissy and Dad disappeared among the pine trees with their shower
things, and Mary headed for the camping store with her son.

***

As Paul turned onto the path to the shower facility, a man he

recognized by the hand bandage stepped out of the front door. He
nodded in greeting,

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turned backward a moment later to his daughter and grinned. "Did
you see, Lissy... your beau… Lissy, where are you?..."

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No trace of Lissy... She was just behind him! Paul looked over the
hedge at the side of the path and caught sight of his daughter's
mane of hair. Lissy was crouching behind a bush, looking him in the
face with fright and holding a finger over her puckered lips.

"He's already gone, your Mr. Rosa," Paul smiled understandingly

and signaled his daughter to get up.

"Rosy is the jerk's name," Lissy hissed.

"Whatever Rosy is," Paul muttered, "either way, with that name his
mother might as well have christened him Hysterical Woodpecker."

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"I wouldn't want to run into him again," Lissy grumbled, "did you
see his black eye?"

"And I even know," Paul laughed out loud, "how he caught it.
Yesterday I was..."

He noticed that his daughter had discovered a young kitten under

the bushes. She crawled to it and began to pet it until there was a
loud purr.

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As Paul saw that Lissy was going to enjoy herself with the beastie
for a while, he went ahead and looked for an empty shower stall. As
he hung up his towel and slipped out of his shorts, he heard Lissy's
voice outside the door.

"Are you in here, Dad?"

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"Yes, I am."

"Can you open up?"

As Paul opened the door a crack and peered out, Lissy darted in to
join him and giggled, "All occupied."

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He protested, "But you can't shower with me…!"

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"Oh, Dad," Lissy reassured him, "we always change our clothes on
the beach, there's nothing wrong with that."

She had already hung her T-shirt over the hook and slipped out of
her shorts. When Paul saw that his objection was to no avail, he
turned around sheepishly and took off his clothes. Back to back,
they stood under the shower and soaped themselves up.

Lissy hummed a song, soon asking curiously, "Did you go showering

together back then with Mom...you know, in Corsica, too?"

"Eh, yes, we did," Paul replied, surprised that his lively daughter
was asking him, still half asleep, such questions in the morning.

"Did you soap her back?"

"I sure did," Paul replied.

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Lissy turned in a flash and beamed at him, "Are you washing my
back?"

She didn't give her father time to answer; already she had put the
shower soap in his hand and turned her back to him. Paul sighed
and began to soap her backside. He glanced down at his daughter
and looked at her shapely hips. Why had he never noticed that Lissy
had developed into a gorgeous young woman over the past few
years?

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When he had scrubbed her back to the base of her bottom, he was
about to return the shower soap, but Lissy propped her hands
against the wall and asked him in a little-girl voice, "Will you do my
legs, too, please?"

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Paul took a breath to explain to Lissy that as a father, he could not
simply reach between her legs, but he saw from her posture that
she would persist in her request. He shook his head silently and
soaped her thighs. As he fleetingly marveled at Lissy's bottom, he
noticed that a mound of foam had come loose on the small of her
back and was sliding through her butt crack.

Lissy chortled up, "Ew, that tickles, can you please clean up the
soap?"

Paul wiped a large flake of soap from Lissy's bottom,

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but she squealed, "Deeper, Dad, it still tickles!"

Paul dared to embrace Lisa's thigh and stroke the foam from her
butt crack with his inner hand.

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When he switched to the other side and trailed his hand through her
butt crack again, his daughter heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Papaaa." Lissy noticed that her father was turning
away. She turned her head back and pouted, "You haven't even
finished soaping my legs!"

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Paul became dizzy. What was his daughter thinking, asking him to
do this and in a public shower! He cleared his throat and tried to
explain, "Eh, I don't know if I should. You can get there just fine
with your own hands."

"Oh, Dad," Lissy begged, "you oiled my legs in the cove, too. It's
the same with the soap... it's also very mild baby soap, you can't go
wrong."

Paul looked at the bubbles of foam sticking to her pussy in the gap
of Lissy's crotch, bursting one by one. He thought to himself that it
would probably have been better down at the beach if he had just
oiled her back and not her thighs as well. Now, it looked as if his
daughter had acquired a taste for it…

Lissy seemed to notice his hesitation, because she bent forward and
took her legs apart.

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Paul caught sight of her little labia snaking right through her pussy,
and he couldn't help but run his hand over the inside of her thigh.
He tried to speak in a fatherly voice, but only croaked, "All right,
let's give our girl a good soaping."

Paul lathered Lissy's legs. He worked his hands upward, sliding a

thumb over her buttocks.

When Lissy felt the touch, she breathed, "There too, Papaaa."

She pushed her legs apart until Daddy's thumb could brush
effortlessly through her butt crack. Lissy's heart leapt when she
heard her father take courage to boldly declare, "We want our Lissy
to be nice and clean, don't we?"

"Yes, Papa," she replied in an enchanted voice, and let her feet slide
apart another inch. She felt Daddy's thumb move through her butt
crack with increasing pressure and finally slide over her rosette.

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"Oh, Papaaa!" breathed Lissy. The thumb immediately withdrew,
but Lissy blubbered, "Keep going, Daddy!"

Already, she felt his fingers again, but this time, one circled her
rosette. Lissy pushed her pelvis toward Daddy, and the foamy
fingertip began to stretch her butt hole. Sighing, she encouraged
her father, "Yessss!"

Paul's head was spinning, as he realized what he had done, but

equally he knew his daughter wanted more from him. He placed his
remaining fingers on Lissy's pussy and gently soaped skin fold after
skin fold, murmuring as he did so.

"Soon you'll be a clean girl."

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Suddenly, his daughter flinched. His finger seemed to have touched
her pleasure bud because with a jerk, she pushed her pelvis
towards him and his thumb sank into her butt hole.

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Paul felt the sphincter pressing his finger, in the same rhythm Lissy
was panting, "Papa!... Papa!... yeah!..."

He withdrew his thumb a little, felt his index finger at the entrance
of her pleasure canal, and thrust gently. Lissy's hands almost slid
off the wet wall as she bent down next to the floor.

"Don't stop... Papaaa!"

Paul guided his free hand between Lissy's thighs, and felt his way
through the foam-covered labia to her pleasure bud.

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His daughter pressed her bottom against him and gasped at ever-
shorter intervals. Again, embarrassment spread through Paul, but
he knew nothing else to say than, "Good girl?"

Lissy didn't answer anymore. Paul felt that she was about to
explode. After a few seconds, his daughter quivered and he felt her
tight pussy clench around his finger.

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For a while, the two remained in their position. When Lissy could
breathe calmly again, Paul withdrew his fingers and put his hands
on her bottom.

When he realized what he was doing, he sank to his knees. Already

on the beach, he had oiled Lissy; all right, that had been just a
saucy game, but this in the shower…? Paul had no time to sort out
his thoughts because already, his daughter had turned around and
beamed, "Ew dad, that was crazy…! It's your turn."

At that moment, Paul realized that he was kneeling in front of his

daughter with a rock-hard erection.

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Before he could turn away, Lissy clapped her hands and exclaimed,
"Oh how sweet…! because of me, Dad?"

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Paul stammered, "You're good, girl, what do you think happens
when a full-grown daughter asks Daddy to soap her back? That's
when it's normal to... what are you doing?"

Horrified, Paul watched as his daughter squatted in front of him and

reached for his hard-on with her soapy hand. When she had closed
her fingers tightly around his erection, she looked up into his face
with bamboo eyes and peeped, "Can I, Dad?"

Paul knew that Lissy would not wait for his consent, nevertheless it
came out of him, "You can't touch your daddy like that..."

"But Daddy," Lissy fluted, "you touched me, too… everywhere… just
now."

"Yes, but…" Paul tried to continue speaking.

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But Lissy started moving her hand and explained in a soft voice, "I
just wanted to see him once in daylight."

"What do you mean by daylight?" came a tortured whisper from

Paul.

"When you and Mama," whispered Lissy, "when you two are
together, I can see your shadows on the partition."

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"You mean you spied on us?"

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"You woke me up, Mom and you." Lissy looked at her hand and
marveled, "When I saw the shadow, I just couldn't believe you were
so big here."

At her words, Lissy squeezed, and Paul felt his little one rebel, but
his daughter unconcernedly looked at his boner, as if she were
bending down in the grass to pick up snails, like she used to when
she was a little girl.

She marveled, "Now I know that your eh… penis is really as big as it
is on the partition."

Paul slumped his shoulders and sighed in resignation, "If you've

gone that far, just say dick."

Lissy squeezed Dad's erection like a lap animal and asked, "Can I
wash your... wash your dick, Dad?"

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Before Lissy's words had gotten through to Paul, she had already
taken the shower soap and wrapped both hands around his erection.
He propped himself against the cubicle walls and watched
helplessly, as Lissy's foamy fingers slid along his shaft.

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His daughter smiled up at him and wanted to know. "Am I hurting
you?"

"No, not at all," Paul groaned, "what on Earth are you doing to your
daddy..."

Lissy continued to knead his cock, as if she were engrossed in

playing in front of her former dollhouse. She felt over every vein on
his shaft, until she had her foam fingers circling his glans. Paul saw
flashes. He knew Lissy would soon drive him mad and beyond.

All of a sudden, an impatient guest in front of the shower stalls

seemed to have lost patience because he ran lamenting past all the
doors, knocking on each one.

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But Lissy was not dissuaded from pushing the cock in front of her
face; on the contrary, the noise outside encouraged her to put her
free hand under her daddy's balls and massage his boner with
increasing vigor.

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"Lissy! Lissy!... stop!" hissed Paul, staring with lustful horror into his
daughter's eyes, but her relentless hand quickened, her fingers
incessantly tickling his balls.

"Lissy!" panted Paul, "I'm going to cum!"

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"Yes Daddy, do it for me!" gasped Lissy.

"Yes Lissy, my girl, I'll be right there… for you…!"

Lissy felt in her palm, Daddy's balls stand up. After some vigorous
movements of her other hand, Daddy pressed his lips together,
panting louder and louder. She felt it bubbling in Dad's boner, rising
higher and higher until his load burst out of him and squirted,
squirted, squirted against her cheek.

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Paul had hardly recovered when he got up together with Lissy. They
quickly washed the soap off their skin, dried themselves and got
into their clothes. As they carefully opened the shower door, Lissy
stuck her head through the crack, glanced left and right,

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then whispered with a thieving smile, "That was Rosy, I recognized
him by his voice. The stupid guy is gone."

Already, she had scurried away. They met in front of the shower
facility and made their way to the tent. Silently, they walked side by
side.

Paul cleared his throat and explained awkwardly, "Eh, Lissy, about
earlier… I think this should stay between us. I don't know if it would
be good if your mom found out that you touched me like that."

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"Sure, Dad," Lissy giggled, "word of honor."

She thought for a while, then objected.

"But Dad, you touched me, too."

"It's okay," Paul replied gruffly, "I just mean no one should know
about it."

"Well," chortled Lissy, "it'll be our secret… if you promise to oil my

back again on the beach… and stuff…"

"All right," grumbled Paul, "but after vacation, we’ll have to let it go.
I can't imagine what would happen if that came out."

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***

After their shopping, Mary and Terry looked for a free place in the
Gelateria. On the forecourt, all the tables were still free. The waiter
brought them a coffee and a can of Coke. Mary was pleased.

"You only get served this quickly here in the morning; in the
evening you have to wait the longest."

"It's swell," Terry thought out loud, flipping through his computer
game magazine, which he had bought earlier. His mother took out
her fashion magazine, and they both became engrossed in their
reading.

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Every now and then, they sipped their drink, until Mary put the
notebook down on the table and shifted restlessly in her chair. Terry
knew his mother; she wanted to tell him something unpleasant. He
looked questioningly at her, and she began.

"I think I need to talk to you, Terry."

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"Yes? "

"I mean... about this morning... you know."

"Oh, I see," Terry replied coyly.

Mary saw that her son was looking around hesitantly, she reassured
him, "We're sitting here alone, Terry, no one can hear us… uh, I just
wanted to say… I don't know what got into me this morning… but
anyway, I think we've gone too far."

"What do you mean, why?” asked Terry anxiously.

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"I don't know how to tell you, I'm so ashamed. Think about it, son.
I'm your mother, you can't have a mother getting involved with her
son."

"I just wanted to rub your back, Mom," Terry whispered.

"Yeah," Mary squirmed, "that's all right… but, I don't know why…
something inside me suddenly snapped, and I've been touching you
all over. We'll have to let that go."

"Sorry, Mom, but I was all mixed up this morning, too. Maybe it's
because I saw you with Dad."

"When? Where?" it escaped Mary.

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"At night… in our tent."

"But it's dark at night… and the noise of the cicadas drowns out
everything…!"

"The neighbor keeps his gas lantern burning all night. The light
shines through your outside window and casts Dad's shadow and
yours on the wall to our inner tent."

Terry noticed that Mom's cheeks were turning dark red.

After a pause, she wanted to know. "You mean you saw by the
shadows that we…?"

"...that you were making love," Terry choked out.

"When did you see us?" asked Mary hesitantly.

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"Every night, Mom," Terry answered contritely, but then he
composed himself and said, "There's nothing wrong with it, after all,
I'm an adult. I know parents sleep together, too."

"I'm so embarrassed," Mary sighed, "we're going to have to change

this, Paul and I…"

She took a deep breath, showed a hint of her smile again, and
giggled. "Now I understand why you suddenly have such an interest
in your mommy when you watch me every night..."

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"Shouldn't happen again, Mom," Terry muttered ruefully.

"Don't be sorry," Mary said smiling, patting her son on the thigh, "I
think it's us parents who should take it on the chin. I don't know
about Paul and me. Since we've been in Sardinia, we've been feeling
splendid… the vacations, the sun… well, I'm glad we talked about it.
We'll just forget what happened and…"

Mary leaned toward her son and murmured to him, "Of course, we'll
keep our sweet adventure this morning to ourselves."

"It's okay, Mom," Terry replied. He was relieved to see that his
mother wasn't really mad at him.

She flipped through her magazine and whispered to him with a

wink, "And I won't tell Paul that you've been watching us. Why
would I? I kind of like the idea of my nosy son who…"

Terry nodded his head, flushed, and turned back to his reading.
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***

In the evening, Paul and Mary took a walk by the sea. It was
already diking in when they sat down on the edge of an abandoned
rubber boat on the deserted beach.

Silently, they gazed at the rippled waves washing up on shore, until

Mary cleared her throat.

"Paul, I think we need to talk."

"We do all the time, my dear," he replied, kissing his wife on the
cheek.

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"I mean, about last night…"

"I'm looking forward to the next one, my dove," Paul cooed, kissing
his wife again.

"Terry told me," Mary sighed, "I mean, he kind of just hinted at it…
what I mean to say, Paul, he overheard what was happening in our
sleeping tent."

"Oh, yeah?" indulged Paul, thinking back to what Lissy had told him
in the shower.

"Yes," Mary continued, "the light from the neighbor is casting our
shadows on the partition. When Terry is awake, he can see
everything."

"Really?" asked Paul, thinking, then grinning. "So we'll have to be

extra careful tonight."

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"No, Paul," Mary implored her husband, "I think today we'll let it go
for once and think about what we want to do."

"All right," Paul replied, shrugging his shoulders, then looked at

Mary with a laugh. "I've got an idea too," he beamed, "there's some
secluded coves nearby, we could swim there, all by ourselves… just
you and me."

"You really think so?" giggled Mary coyly.

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"You bet! Tomorrow I'll scout the grounds."

Mary chewed on her lower lip and seemed to consider it. Finally, she
said hesitantly "Well, starting tomorrow, it’s… well, possibly we
could…"

"Yes?"

"I mean, it's too late now to look for another place. Maybe we could
make an exception one last time tonight?"

"You mean in the tent?"

"Yes," Mary coughed, "we could be quiet as mice."

Paul felt his heart pounding. When Lissy had told him that she
regularly watched him having sex with Mama, it had initially
frightened him, but gradually the idea had excited him, his girl
watching Daddy doing it with her Mom. He wanted to make sure.
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"And you don't mind if the two in the next tent find out?"

"I'm sure they'll be asleep," Mary waved it off.

Paul marveled, "And if Terry wakes up anyway and sees the two of
us…?"

"Never mind," Mary giggled, "anyway, it would be the last time

before we bugger off to a cove."

Paul grinned. "You mean, sort of a velvet paw farewell party

tonight?"

"Exactly," Mary smiled. Nothing about velvet paws, she would make
sure her son caught it all. She would move into the right light of the
gas lantern this last time, so Terry could see on the partition as
Daddy's magnificent cock driving into Mommy's lap. Mary
murmured, "Now, I just want one thing, to feel you deep inside me.
Come on, let's go into the tent and see if the kids are asleep yet."

"If you say so," Paul replied, and sank into a deep kiss with her.

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