Sharing Every Loving Moment
Sequel to: Loving the Moment, and, Pursuing Every Loving Moment
Katrine watched them fooling around on the beach, the sea lapping lazily on the foreshore and many tourists, like her and the family, basking in the sunshine. Some strolled, many swam but not too far out, and others ran in the water chasing a frisbee that someone in their group had thrown, and the little breeze that there was catching it and carrying the disc out of reach, those giving chase stumbling into the water. Such falls were greeted with hoots of laughter.
She needed no reminding of the moment a frisbee had struck her sun lounger at the last stopover and who it had brought into her life, if only for a few tempestuous hours. What had followed that impetuous liaison were moments of bonding with her son, Dion, whom she now watched fooling around with his sister, Natalie. Both of them seemed to have changed, almost overnight, and they were no longer embarrassed to be in their parent's company and on holiday away from their home in Limoges.
Her bonds with both Natalie and Dion were now so very distinct and if her husband, Matis, noticed the change he gave no sign, or said not a word, about it. He was to be seen laughing as the three of them played beach tennis, simply knocking the small ball from one to the other as they stood in a triangle, but not equally spaced, the two men swatting the ball over greater distances than they chose to do with Natalie.
They were all oiled up, their skins glistening, as the heat of an unrelenting sun beat down on them, the men in beach shorts and Natalie in a figure-flattering, high-necked racer-cut swimsuit in navy blue. She had reluctantly bought one too, but in a mute orange and the stretchy straps black.
Like her daughter, she filled it nicely only she was fleshier, and she had wavered on seeing how flattering it was and much to the approval of Matis, and even Dion, when she had been seen getting ready for their day out on the beach, but in her son's case that admiration was more discreet.
She sighed. The saying of mothers loving their sons but raising their daughters had become ragingly real, and her role complicated by the strains she often felt in her marriage to Matis.
"Come and play with us," Matis asked as he came over to her and knelt on the rug that she had placed on the sand. "You can always go for a swim if the sun's too hot for you but take off that tank top and slip off your skirt...or you won't get tanned like we all are."
"I don't seem able to take the heat like you three," she smiled thinly, stroking her arms and knowing that the sun oil was keeping her from burning. One of Dion's many caps, with its broad rim, kept the sun off her face. He meant well, she knew that, but Matis did like to have them all obeying what he asked. "Anyway, I'm not as pale as when we set off a week or so ago from home, am I?"
"No, you're even more beautiful than before and your hair's gone much blonder. I don't see any tan lines either. You overdid it, I think, at the camp we stayed at for longer than I thought you would want to." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "Join us when you can...and if you want to."
"Okay, I will, in a moment."
She watched him as Matis left her, a small digital camera slung on a cord around his neck. She needed no reminders of 'overdoing it' at the holiday venue east of Bordeaux. There, she had been pleasured by two men in a matter of days and performed an impetuous sex act, on her son, the memory of which continued to haunt her.
But Dion gave no outward signs that what they had shared affected him except, perhaps, that he behaved with more affection towards her. Now, she watched him frolicking with Natalie, teasing her playfully as she failed to return the ball that he had swatted in her direction. She wondered if their holiday together had, in its bizarre ways, reshaped and renewed their bonds.
But with Matis she had her difficult moments. The more that he suggested what she should do, his voice making it sound like he was giving the orders to do something and in a certain way, the more she felt inclined to rebel. She knew her own mind but, of that, she was no longer sure where it concerned Dion. His greedy mouth, and active fingers, had taken bold possession of her body and had brought her to the very edge of being seduced into having intercourse with him, their moments alone as they sunbathed, and Matis and Natalie out on a jaunt, unlike any time together before.
A change of scene, where they now spent their days on the coast, was just what she needed and she kept hoping that the memories of what she had done at the start of the holiday would not determine how it would continue or, perish the thought, ended.
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They followed the winding path through the pine forest that would bring them close to the stand where their motorhome had been parked. The resort they had chosen lived up to its name of 'The Big Pines'. Even with its restaurants, a large swimming pool, separate water slides, a nightclub, and a disco, their pitch offered seclusion, each stand shielded from its neighbour by the trunks of pines, their canopies offering dappled shade.
"You didn't come for a swim in the sea with us," Dion said as he slowed their progress and let Matis and Natalie open a gap between them.
"No, I just wanted some time to myself."
"Is what we did together still bugging you?"
"You could say that, yes."
She looked at him through new eyes and saw her son as a man now, tall, and his body nicely toned and tanned as she had never seen him before. He was taller by a few centimetres and she loved his strong hands that in moments of reckless abandon, and succumbing to his waywardness, had coaxed her to open the way to his taking her in wild moments of foreplay when they had been alone, for a few hours, at their last stopover.
Despite his bravado, she sensed that Dion also wanted to be protective and that his indifferent ways were merely a cover for what went on inside him. None of this, however, blinded her to what also burned in her son, a lustful nature that needed full expression and satisfaction. Who she was, the role that she played in his life, had scarcely seemed to matter when he had touched her and pursued moments of forbidden intimacy.
She just did not think that it should be with her while they were away on holiday, let alone at any other time. But, she had already discovered that he had his ways of breaking down her resistance to what he sought of her, illegal and only too destructive of the ordered world that she tried to keep a hold on.
"Come for a swim in the water park pool then...try some of the water slides with me? I just want to be with you some more."
It sounded needy but Katrine knew that was far from what was at work in him. "No, I can't do that! I'm scared just thinking about it!"
"You'll be fine and with me, or I'll ask Father if he'll do that with you. Just enjoy this place while we can." Dion gripped her hand, having fumbled for it, as he spoke. "Don't close me out, not after our time together."
Dion said it as if it was unusual for a mother to reject her infatuated son's advances. She had struggled with her feelings ever since that afternoon, her son's claims upon her arousing a riot of emotions that she struggled with every time they were together. She had stopped short of coupling with him but had fallen into performing all the preambles and loving it.
Ever since that afternoon, and despite Matis's persistent attention upon her, she could not keep from thinking about what she had done, her pussy suffering from the cramps of longing that she dared not to give voice to let alone act upon. Too many risks had already been run, for one holiday break, for her to pursue others.
"Let's see what the others want to do," she said as they drew near to the motorhome.
"Do what?" Matis asked. He turned to them, the door key in hand, and they all stood in the shade of the trees.
"Dion thinks I should have gone for a swim with you all. Now he's suggesting I go with him, or that we all go and try out the water park...go on the slides."
