Chapter 1.
The day was typically cold and wet and just what everyone expects for a funeral. We were gathered to bury our father who had finally passed away after a long, lingering, pain filled and undignified illness. His death came as a relief to us all, and I have no doubt to Dad as well, but none of us would admit to this. We were having what was basically a ‘Family Only’ funeral with only a few of his very close friends being invited to attend – Mum, me, my sister Julie and my brother John and his wife Sue and about 10 friends. Not a very large party for what was a popular and caring man but we knew that he would prefer it this way and had arranged everything accordingly.
After the formalities we returned to the family home for a couple of drinks and some afternoon tea and to say farewell to our beloved family member and friend. When all the visitors had departed we convinced Mom to lie down for a well-earned rest and the rest of us met in the lounge for a family discussion. Mom was looking terrible, the months of worry and work having taken a very tough toll of her, and we were worried about her health and well-being. Dad had retired at age 60, sold his business and looked forward to a long and enjoyable retirement. They managed to get one year of pleasure before discovering that he was about as ill as he could get. The fight against his forthcoming death lasted only 18 months and cost a large portion of their retirement fund and Mom was now only basically provided for rather than being ‘comfortable’.
Mom, now aged 56, looks about 66 in total contrast to 2 years ago when she was 54 and looked 44. The care and worry of Dad’s illness had worried and worked her far too hard and we were frightened that if we didn’t do something extremely quickly she would join Dad in quick order. After a long discussion of what we should do the idea of a cruise holiday came up. All 3 of us were successful and in well paying employment and money was not too much of a problem for any one of us.
Julie lived a long way from us and had only recently separated from her husband but she had continued with her career after marriage and her ex was also well paid so she was more than able to pay a share of the costs.
John was self-employed and his wife had only just retired after finding out that she was pregnant and they were also more than willing to help defray any costs.
I plugged in my lap-top and found the site of a travel agent advertising a current cruise and found that we could fly Mom to join it over the next couple of days. It was decided that, as Mom would not go by herself, Sue should accompany her and we would split the total cost 3 ways, she being the logical choice as a break would do her the world of good as well as Mom and Julie had to get back to her work, not being in a position to take any extended time off at present. I made a definite booking for 2 using my credit card. Julie sneaked upstairs and reported back that Mom was ‘right out to it’ and that we should not disturb her as the sleep would be doing her the world of good.
John and Sue decided to return home for a few hours and to come back in the evening. Julie and I were left alone, it not being worth-while me returning to my empty flat, and we decided to have a drink and relax. While sitting looking into the fire I began to get a bit melancholy thinking about the gap that Dad’s death would leave in our lives and when I looked over at Julie I saw that she was feeling the same and that tears were starting to ooze from her eyes. When she met my gaze she came over and sat beside me and we hugged each other comfortingly and it felt great to have her wrapped in my arms again after all this time. We had a long ‘on again, off again’ relationship from when she turned 16 up until she got married. Julie had decided that I was to initiate her into the rites of sex and she used to come and stay at my flat and eventually seduced me. I hadn’t resisted too much and then did nothing to stop it carrying on for the six years that it lasted, our last and possibly best fuck having occurred on the eve of her marriage, when she sneaked into my hotel room, our family having stayed, for the wedding ceremony next day, in the same hotel as her.
The feel of her in my arms with her breasts pressing into my chest and her face buried against me began to get me aroused and Julie soon became aware of this and looked up at me,
“We can’t! Dad’s not even warm in his grave and anyway I’m sort of married now. Besides Mom could wake anytime and we can’t risk her catching us.” She protested but there was not much conviction in her words.
“We could go upstairs and use one of the bedrooms right at the other end of the hall. She’d never think to look in there and anyway we would hear her first. If we don’t do it today we might never do it as you’re going home tomorrow and it could be ages before we get together again.”
I stood up and reached my hand down to her and after very little thought she grasped it and allowed me to pull her to her feet and lead her upstairs. We peeped in Mom’s door and when we found her still asleep we pulled her door securely closed, proceeded down the hall to the end bedroom and closed that door behind us. As soon as we were safe in our private space I pulled Julie to me and wrapped her in my arms and plastered my mouth on hers. She was as eager for our embrace as me and we were soon both clutching at each others backsides and trying to get even closer than we already were.
I backed over to the bed and sat on the edge of it and pulled Julie to me to stand between my widespread legs with my arms now right round her bum and my face pushed between her breasts. I nuzzled at her and then slowly worked my way down her body until I was forcing my face into her groin through the material of her black dress. Her odour was just as I remembered and I was erect and uncomfortable and desperate to fuck her. I freed my cock from its twisted up position and then lifted the hem of her dress to hip height with both hands and pushed my face back into her crotch. Now the smell and feel of her pussy through just her white panties was so much stronger and I was soon licking and prodding at her barely covered pussy lips. Julie was getting excited and clutching me into her by pulling at to the back of my head.
Releasing her I stood, turned her around and unfastened the back of her dress, lifting it up and free of her as she lifted her arms to help me. Julie was left standing before me in a black slip, which I then removed by sliding the straps down her arms and letting the garment fall to the floor. She had definitely dressed for a funeral as her garb was still black, now consisting of a black bra, black garter belt and black stockings. The black underwear was in stark contrast to her lacy white nickers and in response to my enquiry she said that her husband had broken up the set of underwear when he ripped the panties off of her in one of the last bouts of unbridled passion in their marriage. This raised jealous, angry and unreasonable feelings towards him in my mind but the prospect of getting her body back as my own soon overcame these feelings and, kneeling in front of her, I unfastened the garter belt suspenders from her stockings and slid them down her legs and encouraged her to step out of them. I unfastened her garter belt and when I had removed it I stood back up and quickly stripped down to my underpants and then lowered her backwards onto the bed and stood over her.
“I’m going to fuck you to within an inch of your life and show you what you have been missing out on, all this time.”
Julie smiled back up at me and spread her legs as far apart as she could and threw her arms wide open.
“You’re all talk!” she replied and I grasped the waist-band of her nickers and ripped them from her, lifting her backside clear of the bed before the material tore. I did the same with her bra and she lay there totally exposed and open to my gaze.
I slid off my underpants and without any further actions or delays I dropped on top of her and drove my erection deep into her. We both groaned with pure pleasure and went to driving at each other, desperate to enjoy as much of each other as was possible. I couldn’t get any further inside her than I was forcing myself and by her actions Julie wanted this deep penetration as much as I did. We couldn’t make too much noise, as we didn’t want to wake Mom, so as she neared her climax Julie was biting and chewing on the pillow and when she finally began to shake and shudder through her orgasm she bit down so hard on the pillow her teeth made holes in the covering and she dug her fingernails deeply into my back, feeling like she was ripping deep gouges. I climaxed at all most the same time and when we were both spent we rolled apart and smiled contentedly at each other.
“God I enjoyed that! I didn’t realise just how much I missed our sex together. Do you think we can get together tonight when Mom’s asleep? It’ll be our last time for a while. More’s the pity.” Julie looked as if she was really distressed at the thought of what she would be missing.
“We should be able to.” I replied, “But in the meantime we’d better get dressed and back downstairs before Mom and John and Sue are looking for us. That could be a bit embarrassing.”
We both got up and climbed back into our clothes, Julie having to go braless and panty-less, my having totally destroyed them in my eagerness to get at her. The thought of her being among the rest of the family without her underwear on was getting me excited again and we reluctantly straightened the bed and exited the room before I did something that I would later regret.
Back in the lounge we settled down side by side on the sofa in front of the fire and waited for the rest of the family to join us. Not wanting to miss out on an opportunity I began kissing her and then lowered my hand on to her knee and slid it up her thigh when she did not object. I was fingering her furiously and she was squeezing my, once again, hard cock through my slacks when we heard, fortunately, Mom coming down the stairs. We were straightened up and looking innocent when she came in looking a whole lot better for her sleep. She smiled at us and asked if we wanted coffee and something to eat.
The doorbell rang before we could answer and I went and let John and his wife enter. We all got together round the kitchen table and the three women quickly fix some sandwiches and coffee while we consumed as we talked. We explained to Mom that we had booked her a holiday to relax and revive her and, as expected, she protested that she could not accept our combined charity but we finally managed to convince her that she would not be depriving us or causing any hardship. John and Sue then dropped their bad news on us. They had called to check with their doctor to confirm that it was OK for her to take a sea voyage and he had explained to them that as she had previously had a miscarriage he didn’t really want her too far from his care for any length of time. They had to accept his advise and consequently we would have to find someone else to go with Mom.
Julie would have loved to accompany her but her work position absolutely ruled this out. Since I was basically self-employed I was the only one who could possibly get away and when I really thought about it I could find no real reason why I couldn’t go. The only problem that I could see was whether Mom would want me with her.
“Of course I’d love to travel with you. It would be great and we should have lots of fun together.” Mom seemed keen, and I could only see one more real problem.
“The only problem is, Mom,” I went on, “the cabin we have reserved is a twin one with oversized bunks and a small bathroom attached. It’s not very big and it may be a bit difficult to maintain our modesty. Are you sure you want to put up with living in close quarters with me? We might be able to arrange for two single cabins but it is probably unlikely at this late stage.”
“No. There’s no need for that. I’m sure that if we take care we should get on real well together.” Mom was starting to look eager to go and we arranged that we would take off the day after tomorrow. This would give me time to organise my work schedule, close down my flat and to pack what I would need. Since Julie was leaving next day Sue said that she would come over and help Mom and she would keep her eye on both our places while we were away. I told Mom that I had had a couple of drinks while she was sleeping and I had better not drive home so would stay the night. I suggested that we should get off to bed early as we had a big day tomorrow and everyone agreed and John and Sue returned home and Mom and Julie headed upstairs while I banked the fire and locked the doors and then followed them eagerly anticipating Julie joining me when things had quietened down.
Chapter 2
Julie came to my room as we had planned and we spent what seemed like the whole night having sex. Every time we finished and I was settling down to sleep and regain my strength she soon had me aroused and hard at it again. I had forgotten how much she liked to fuck and how convincing and forceful she could be with her mouth and active little tongue. As a consequence, when she finally returned to her own room in the early hours I felt as if I hadn’t closed my eyes all night. With the prospect of a really frantic day ahead of me I was up, showered and dressed early and was brewing coffee when Mom and Julie came into the kitchen.
“Morning, sleep well?” Mom asked and I noticed a bit of a twinkle in her eye when I leant over to kiss her good-morning. I wondered if we were fooling her or if she had noticed our closeness or maybe heard us.
“Yep, had a great night.” I replied, ‘What about you Julie – you get a good night as well being as how it was a strange bed and all?”
“Yes, as good a night as I’ve had in a while,” Julie smiled at both of us, “Now I need to phone a cab as my flight leaves early and I really can’t afford to miss it.”
“I’ll run you out. I need to get going as well if I’m to get everything done. Maybe we might have time for a quick bite of breakfast at the airport. Sue will be over early, Mom, and I will give you a ring about tomorrow’s arrangements later. I don’t think I’ll have time to get back here today so I’ll see you tomorrow. I am really looking forward to our break – it’s years since I had a holiday.”
I kissed Mom goodbye and carried Julie’s bag out to my car as she made her farewells to Mom and we were soon heading for the airport. When we were on the freeway I reached over and ran my hand up Julie’s leg under her skirt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked as she clamped her legs together, trapping my hand half-way up her thigh.
“Just thought I’d make sure you were wearing underwear, today.” I replied, giving her my best lecherous grin. “I was shocked when you were parading around, bare-arsed, in front of your Mother and brother and sister-in-law yesterday.”
Julie smiled back at me and relaxed her legs to let my hand slide up, investigate the bare flesh of her thigh at the top of her stockings and then proceed higher and learn that her modesty was preserved by panties. When I didn’t show any inclination to remove my hand she slid closer to me and allowed me to work my fingers under the leg opening of her nickers and to play with her rapidly moistening cunt. The trip to the airport took long enough for me to bring her to yet another orgasm and she lay back against the seat shaking, gasping and crying out and I hoped that none of the cars passing by would notice and, thinking that I might be harming her, call the cops. When we arrived at the airport she had regained her composure and looking down into my lap she suggested that I had better find a secluded corner and she would take the pressure off for me.
I had no sooner parked the car and turned the motor off when she unzipped my fly and worked my cock out through my underpants and dove down on it. Once again she had me in her hot sucking mouth but this time she was going at it for real, not just getting me up and ready for a further fuck. Her sucking and licking soon had me ejaculating in her mouth and she swallowed everything that I spouted out without missing a beat. In all probability, I had cum that many times in the past few hours I probably only managed to produce an infinitesimal amount. When I was finished she tucked me away, zipped me up and then sat up herself, examined her face in the mirror and declared herself ready to go.
We found that there was a short delay in take-off that would allow us to breakfast together and afterwards I felt quite distressed as she left me, knowing that it would more than likely be some time before we got together again.
I finally got back to my flat and after arranging with my cleaner to keep coming in during the time that I was away, I sorted out what I wanted to take with me and dropped it into a quick-fire cleaners to be collected later in the day and went down to my shop. My senior assistant was more than happy to take over the running of the place and I decided to look into keeping the arrangement permanent when I got back. By late in the day I had completed all my arrangements, visited my bank and was home with my clean clothes. After contacting Mom and, after confirming that I would collect her in the morning, I spoke to Sue and arranged for her to go to the airport with us and to take my car away and use it during my absence.
Next morning we all arrived safely at the airport and Mom and I were soon winging our way towards our meeting with our ‘Holiday Home from Home’. We spotted it moored in the harbour as we circled our way towards the runway and ‘She’ looked very pretty in the bright sunshine, all white and sparkling, moored at the wharf. We had no trouble working our way through customs and Mom and I were soon heading for our ship in the courtesy coach provided.
Our home for the next couple of weeks looked even more beautiful from close up and she matched her name, The White Wanderer, perfectly. In her glistening white livery she looked like a great white bird eager to be off and Mom and I went on board quickly, not wanting to risk being left behind. We were welcomed aboard by the Purser and sent to find our cabin behind a steward bearing our luggage. When we were shown into our cabin we found it to be slightly larger than we expected, but not by much. Behind the door were our bunks – being about as wide as a ľ sized double bed. The ceiling was high enough for there to be plenty of space between the bunks and they actually looked very roomy and comfortable, each one having curtains that could be pulled for complete privacy. Opposite the bunks was a dressing table with a recessed mirror and, over- head, a light and next to that was a single-door closet. An armchair, small built-in table with a phone on it and the end of a three-person settee filled the right hand wall. The settee and another armchair took up the full length of the back wall and between the armchair and the end of the bunks, on the left wall, was a doorway into a small but functional bathroom containing a toilet, shower and small hand-basin. It would be difficult drying off after a shower and keeping clothes dry while showering but it was good not to have to share facilities with other passengers.
We checked out our new temporary home and decide that we would be very comfortable. Mom decided that, since she was much lighter than me, she would take the top bunk, assuring me that she could climb in and out of it as easily as I could and there was a lot more chance of my being able to catch her if she fell than there was of her catching me. I had to agree with her logic so I agreed, somewhat against my better judgement and I discovered, to my relief, that there were bars that could be placed in position to stop one from rolling out during sleep.
We decided to unpack our things and get organised before we sailed and working together we soon had everything ‘shipshape’ and our bags stored under the settee. We found that we had facilities for making coffee or tea and, that there was a small but efficient fridge in the top of the wardrobe When we had finished our chores we settled down for a coffee and to relax.
“I think we are going to have a really marvellous time together and the whole trip should be great fun and quite an experience.” Mom looked really pleased with her forthcoming adventure and she already looked younger than she had just two days ago. “The only thing is that we will have to learn to be relaxed in each others company, since we are living in such close quarters, and not get embarrassed easily. I was married to your father for 37 and a half years and I have no illusions left about the habits of men. – There’s no need to work it out – yes – I was pregnant with you when we married – I thought you would have worked that out long before now.”
“No, it never occurred to me – I assumed that you had been married 18 months when I was born. Still what difference does it make anyway. I was just sitting here thinking the same about our circumstances and I was about to bring the subject up. The bathrooms so small it might be hard to use it completely to get changed in so I don’t think we should worry too much about the occasional glimpse of underwear if it occurs. I know it won’t bother me, anyway.”
“I feel the same way, now how about taking me up on deck as I think we’re about to sail.” Mom stood, grabbed her camera and waited for me to lock the door before offering her arm to be taken outside.
To the accompaniment of music and cheering, the throwing of streamers and waving of arms the White Wanderer cast off and slowly left the harbour and headed out to sea. Mom got the first of what was to be many photos before saying,
“Well, I think I might go down and change into my shorts and find a lounger in the sunshine for the afternoon. What are you going to do?”
“That sounds like just the ticket to me, as well. I need to unwind a bit and a read and doze in the sun would be just the thing.”
We went back down to our cabin and dug out our shorts and tops. Mom’s gaze met mine and she said,
“I suppose that we might as well start as we mean to go on. I can’t see the point of going into that tiny bathroom just to hide our underwear, which really is no worse than our swim-suits, so I’m just going to get changed here.”
Suiting her actions to her words she reached behind her and unfastened the top of her dress and lifted it up over her head and off, finishing up in her white slip. As she hung her dress in the closet I concluded that, after our talk, I couldn’t now hide away in the bathroom so I sat on the edge of my bunk and began to remove my shoes and socks. Mom reached up under her slip and began to remove her pantihose and sat on the settee to slide them right off. She stood and dropped them in the laundry bag hanging inside the closet door and then lowered her slip and stepped out of it, ending up facing partly away from me in just her nickers and bra. I had managed to step out of my trousers and back into my shorts while she was undressing so I was now sitting on my bunk again looking at her.
Mom’s underwear was pink and silky and very slinky and sexy and suddenly I realised that our rooming together might be a lot harder on me than I had thought. I had entertained only fleeting fantasies in the past of making it with my mother as I had been fucking my sister for so long. Now the nearness and partial nakedness of her made me realise that she was still a very well preserved and good-looking sexy woman and I knew that the only thing that would stop me from trying to seduce her was the fact that she was indeed my mother. When she bent down to pick up her slip the way that her panties pulled between the cheeks of her bum gave me an instant erection and I was pleased that my shorts were very loose fitting. When she turned to drop the slip in with her pantihose I could make out the faint darkness of her pubic hair through her panties and I had to look away guiltily as her gaze met mine. I changed my shirt for a tee shirt and was ready to go when she had pulled on her shorts and blouse. Mom grabbed her towel and book and headed off with me following with mine. I also grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion as I left.
We claimed a couple of loungers, side by side and settled down for the afternoon. Mom was quickly lying back with her eyes closed, half dozing, and I decided to coat my self with protectant before relaxing. I had finished my legs and was almost done with my arms and face when Mom opened just one eye and said, plaintively,
“I should have done that before getting comfortable. Would you do my legs and then give me the bottle to cover the rest of myself. Please, pretty please.”
How could I possibly ignore that and so I sat up and shifted down opposite her legs and poured some lotion on her. I smoothed it all over her feet and calves and gently massaged it in then shifted higher and tilted some on to her thighs and went to work on them. As I got higher and higher she slowly spread her legs apart to allow me access and when I looked up at her face she was lying back with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. I began to get the idea that she was enjoying this as much as I was and I found that the closer I got to the junction of her thighs the further she spread her legs until I was able to see up the gaping leg opening of her shorts. I could now see the gusset of her nickers and, it looked to me, as if it was getting very moist. I finally managed to drag my eyes away and handed the bottle to her and lay back down thinking about the exciting vision I had just had and went off to sleep thinking thoughts of my Mom that I definitely shouldn’t have been.
We returned to our cabin to dress for dinner and Mom made use of the shower first, eventually re-appearing wrapped modestly, but sexily, in a towel and sent me in to have mine while she dressed. I used the sounds of the shower to mask my masturbation thinking of Mom and when I came out in my underwear Mom was almost ready and this time it was her that sat and watched me. I was pleased that I had ‘eased the pressure’ in the shower as even the thought of her watching me would have caused an erection and this would have embarrassed the both of us.
We had chosen the first sitting for meals and a very fine sight it was. All the passengers had dressed for dinner and the dining room looked resplendent and the food lived up to all our expectations. I could see that it would be unwise to attend all meals and teas available, and it would be a must to complete a daily walk. After our meal we retired to the music bar and sat and listened to the ensemble play a few numbers and had a couple of drinks. The early start and the happenings of the last few days soon caused us ti decide to call it a day and retire to our bunks to be fresh for the new day tomorrow.
Neither of us made any attempt to go into the bathroom to remove our outer clothing and we were both soon down to our underwear and hanging our clothes back in the wardrobe. It was not as hard on me as it was the first time but it was still very exciting to discover that Mom was now wearing lacy black underwear, the panties barely seeming to cover her pubic hair and the bra being minimal and uplifting. She took her PJ’s into the bathroom and came out wearing them and dropped her undies on the chair, obviously deciding that they were still fresh enough to use again. Her nightwear was a revelation, thin white silk PJ’s that draped her body loosely and followed her every movement, and, when I helped her up the ladder to her top bunk, I clasped her hips to steady her and I could feel her body almost as if she was not wearing them. The way that her bum was outlined as she ascended the ladder caused me yet another hard cock and I was pleased that she was not now able to see my lower regions. I was starting to wonder where all this vim and horniness was coming from. It seemed that forbidden sex is definitely the most arousing.
“Would you like your curtains pulled?” I asked, “I will probably read for quite a while and it will stop the light bothering you.”
“Please, Sweetheart. And what about a goodnight kiss and hug?”
I stood on my bunk and this enabled me to reach Mom and pull her into my arms for the hug she wanted. The feel of her breasts through her thin top showed me that they were still firm and not sagging much. I had expected to just give her a quick buss on the cheek but she pressed her lips to mine and held it for a few seconds. When I had pulled her curtains I climbed back down and prepared to crawl between my own covers but first I gave in to temptation and, now that Mom couldn’t see, I reached down and fondled her panties where they were lying on the chair. I turned away from the bunks and brought them to my face and sniffed in the odour of mom’s pussy and found that it was very like that of Julie. I replaced the nickers and grabbed one of my dirty socks deciding that I would have to jerk off for the second time to enable me to get some sleep. I read till I was sure that Mom was asleep and then I flicked off my light and rubbed at my cock, thinking of Mom’s breasts and bum until I emptied myself into the sock and then peacefully dropped off to sleep.
Chapter 3
I awoke reasonably early next morning after a great nights sleep, the slow rocking of the ship having lulled me into as deep a sleep as I could remember for a long time. I lay there for a few minutes just enjoying the pleasurable relaxed feelings the ships motion was inducing but I was eventually forced to get up by the growing pressure on my bladder. I shut myself in the toilet and after a long satisfying piss I stripped off my P.J.s and had a good wash and shave then returned to the cabin in clean underpants, where I put on light-weight slacks and a golf shirt. Mum was not moving yet, so I made myself a cup of tea and settled down in the chair bedside the table and read the daily handout newsletter that had been pushed under our door.
From behind the curtains round the top bunk, I finally heard sounds of movement that was Mom stretching and yawning, and then a gap in the curtains opened and Moms tousled head poked out and she smiled at me and said,
“Good-morning. What a great nights sleep! I didn’t move all night. What about you? Sleep OK?” when I confirmed what a good night I had had as well she went on. “I see it’s nearly time for breakfast and I need to go to the toilet so I suppose I had better get a move on.”
Her head disappeared back behind the curtains and then the whole curtain slid back and Mom moved to climb down. She sat on the side of the bunk, beside the ladder, with her legs dangling intending to twist onto the ladder and climb down. I stood and moved over to help her and ensure that she didn’t fall and then I suggested,
“Here, let me lift you down – you don’t weigh much and it will be a lot safer and easier. Lift your arms a bit and I’ll hold you there.”
Mom lifted her arms clear of her body and I grasped her with my hands in her armpits and sort of pulled her towards me and slowly lowered her to the floor. She sort of slid down against my front and we finished up virtually in a hug. Mom smiled up into my eyes and wrapped her arms round me and hugged me tightly,
“Thank you, Kindly Sir, you must be stronger than I thought being able to lift my chubby little body. Now, what about a quick kiss to go with our early morning hug?”
She was obviously fishing for a compliment as there was hardly an extra ounce on her. Mom’s face was slightly puffy from sleep and she still had sleepy eyes but to me she was beautiful and desirable and I had no hesitation in lowering my face and quickly pecking her lips before releasing her and turning her towards the bathroom and, with a quick slap on her delightful bum, sent her on her way,
“You’d better hurry your pretty little backside in there and do your thing or breakfast will be over before we get there, and I’m starving.” Mom giggled and headed through the door rubbing her bum with one hand as she did so. That was a great sight, it being covered by only thin satiny pyjama pants and I was smiling contentedly as I settled back to my mug of tea and newsletter.
Even though the walls seemed reasonably soundproof I could still hear Mom’s toileting. The rattle of her piddle splashing into the toilet and then it’s flushing preceded the filling of the basin. Mom was obviously just going to have a good wash down the same as me. Soon I heard her swear and then the bathroom door opened a little and she looked out while standing behind the door.
“In all the excitement I forgot to grab my undies. Would you be a dear and hand me the bra and nickers that I left on the chair last night?”
I went over and picked up the underwear from the settee where I had shifted it to and took it over to her, where, still from behind the door, she stretched out her arm to receive them. Mom was careful to preserve her modesty and all I got to see was a narrow view of part of her side before she pushed the door to again. I noticed that she hadn’t closed the door to the catch and I sat back in my chair eagerly waiting to see her come out in just her undies.
The boat was rocking slowly and gently and I guessed that the sea was so smooth that it was not worth the while using the stabilisers. A slightly larger swell must have come through as suddenly the ship leaned just a little bit more than usual and this was enough to cause the bathroom door to swing open and then closed again. In the short time that it was ajar I got a clear view of Mom facing away from me pulling up her panties, I saw the waist band get momentarily caught below the bulge of her buttocks and then slide up and over them allowing them to ‘snap’ into place. Her bum was a highly erotic sight, the cheeks being small but prominent, well shaped and blemish free and there was a delightful gap between them leading down to a small space where her thighs met. Unfortunately my glimpse was far too brief and I sat with my eyes glued to the door hoping for another ‘roll’ but this did not occur. I am sure that Mom was not aware of what had happened and what I had seen.
The sight of Mom in her brief black bra and panties when she came out was almost more stimulating than the glimpse of her bare bum and I found that I was sitting there with the front of my slacks bulging out yet again. Fortunately, Mom went over to sit at the dresser to make up her face and get dressed, and my view of her was blocked out by the closet. This allowed me to calm down before setting off to the dining room where we dined excellently on juice, cereal, bacon, eggs and toast accompanied by absolutely fabulous coffee available in seemingly unlimited supply. During the meal Mom asked what my plans were for the day.
“Well, I feel that I must go for a walk after we finish here otherwise I’ll be twice the size by the time I get home. I understand that 3 laps of the deck are about ľ of a mile and I’m going to try to do 3 laps today and tomorrow and add on a lap every two days. Do you want to walk with me?”
“Yes, it sounds like that will be good exercise to keep us in trim. I see that there is a beauty salon on board and the first visit is included in the fare. I am going to try to get in sometime today. I might even get a facial and manicure. What do you think? Is it worth-while?”
I reassured her that she would definitely not be wasting her money and told her that there was to be an old-time dance in the main bar tonight and, as we were in the early sitting for meals, we should be able to get a good table if she wanted to go with me.
Mom eagerly agreed and said that she would probably have a snooze in the afternoon so as she would last for a while tonight and we finished up and headed out to have our walk.
After our 3 laps, and I hadn’t realised what a social occasion it would be, with a lot of couples striding out and nodding greetings as we past each other, we returned to our cabin where I collected a towels, hat, book sunglasses and lotion for my lazy morning and Mom grabbed her purse. I spent the rest of the morning in the sunshine reading, dozing and chatting to strangers until Mom found her way back to me looking at least ten years younger than her age. This was the Mom of old starting to re-emerge and the makeover had done her the world of good.
“Good morning, Beautiful Sexy Stranger. Sit down here beside me, but I have to warn you, I’m actually spoken for and she will be back soon.” I said, absolutely poker faced.
“Oh, you!” Mom giggled and pushed me on the shoulder, sitting on the lounger next to mine, “What do you think – was it worth the time, effort and money?” She knew that she was looking great but I decided to compliment her anyway.
“You look wonderful. More like the Mom of old, not a day over 21”
“Lunch is not far away so I am not going back to our cabin, I’m just going to lie here in the sun until the bell rings. I think we should do another couple of laps after lunch and then I’m going for an afternoon nap before getting ready for our date with the bar, the dinner and the dance.” She swung her legs up and reclined back, pulling her dress high up her legs, taking care to keep a fold of her skirt between her thighs to preserve her modesty.
“Could you pass me the sun-tan lotion?” she requested, “I’d better put some on my legs just in case.”
“Would you like me to rub it on for you?” I asked, sitting up to hand it to her and, when she nodded eagerly, I sat at her feet and slowly began to rub the oily liquid onto her. She lay back, inscrutable behind her sunglasses and allowed me to slowly work my way right up her legs until the movements of my hands, massaging each leg firmly, was pressing her bunched up dress hard into her crotch. It was a good thing that no-one was paying us any particular attention as it would have seemed as if I was rubbing her pussy which I really wasn’t, there being so much clothing in the way preventing me.
Eventually I returned to my own lounger, Mom seeming to look a bit disappointed when I left her, and we just relaxed in the sun until summoned to lunch. After choosing to have coffee and sandwiches only, we did our extra couple of laps and then watched the wake disappear in the distance for a while, before returning to our cabin, me having decided to grab a nap also.
“It’s quite warm so I’m just going to snooze in my underwear.” Mom said and, as she stepped out of her shoes and removed her dress, I got out of my trousers and shirt, deciding to do the same. Mom hung her dress in the closet and when I gave her my trousers folded onto a hanger she hung them up as well and then went over to climb the ladder to her bunk. Seeing her move around in her black undies gave me another hard-on but I determined just to ignore it as Mom had said that she would not be embarrassed about anything and I went over to help her up. Once again I grasped her hips to steady her and as she got higher her backside was right in my face and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward and taking a deep sniff of her womanly odours, taking care not to let her notice. The musky odour of her pussy mixed in with the smell of her deodorant and scent, was almost irresistible and I would have liked to keep my face there all day. When she was high enough she stretched out one knee onto the edge of the bunk preparatory to crawling right onto the bed and I received a clear view, from about 6 inches, of her pussy, moulded clearly by the crotch of her tightly stretched panties. The lips were clearly outlined and, with the material been pulled into the split down the middle, she could not have shown herself to me any more clearly without actually being naked. Instantaneously my mouth went dry and my cock expanded till the head was poking out above the waistband of my shorts and I almost lost control and grabbed her passionately but the fact that she was my mother prevented me.
When she was lying on her pillow she asked me to pull her curtain to shut out some of the daylight and after doing so I dropped onto my own bunk with some relief. I thought that I would have to jerk myself off yet again, I was getting more like a horny schoolboy all the time, but I was almost dozing off without doing so when I when I heard faint sounds coming from above. Mom was breathing somewhat jerkily, but very quietly, and I could see from the bottom of her bunk that she was making small rhythmic movements. When I could make out faint squishy sounds my suspicions were confirmed, Mom was not quite as immune to our togetherness as she was making out and she was masturbating, thinking I was already asleep and would not notice. I smiled to myself and lay there listening to her reach an almost, but not quite, silent climax and I dozed off not having made a sound.
I woke to the sounds of Mom clambering down the ladder and when I opened my eyes it was to the sight of her slowly appearing from above clad in her underwear, a lovely way to wake. I decided not to let her know I was awake and I only opened my eyes a slit to see what she would do and found that when she was safely on the floor she peered in at me and well and truly gave me a once over. She seemed to be as interested in my body as I was in hers and she appeared reluctant to drag herself away to the bathroom. I figured that it would be a long evening if I didn’t do something about my erection and took advantage of her bathroom visit to masturbate myself to orgasm, imagining pulling Mom’s panties off and burying my face in her cunt. The sound of the toilet flushing well and truly drowned out any noise I made in the throes of my orgasm and I lay there recovering as Mom showered.
When she came out wrapped in a towel I was sitting up ready and headed in to sit on the toilet for while and then shower and shave. Mom was dressed in an almost strapless dress and looking stunning when I emerged and I decided on a tie and jacket in keeping with her.
Dinner was yet another delightful experience and afterwards we strolled outside to lean on the railing and watch the sunset before going inside and locating at a table. We got through a couple of bottles of wine during the evening and spent a lot of time on the dance floor. We were holding each other quite closely by the end of the evening and Mom didn’t seem to mind the feel of my erection pressing against her tummy, or at least she didn’t mention it or try to pull away, and I was certainly not bothered by her breasts pressing against me.
When Mom headed off to the powder room a well-dressed man came over and sat for a moment to ask me,
“Would you mind if I asked your lovely wife to dance with me?”
“She’s not my…” I automatically started to reply before pausing, “ er.. mine to decide for. You’ll have to ask her yourself and she’ll make her own mind up.”
When she returned she turned him down nicely saying that she as only going to have one more dance and then head off to bed. We headed out onto the floor to a slow number and when we were moving together I whispered on her ear,
“He took us for husband and wife. I suppose a lot of the others do as well.”
“Yes a couple of ladies at the hairdressers this morning mentioned what a lovely couple my husband and I made. I didn’t put them straight, either.” Mom giggled nervously. “I was going to mention it to you but forgot.”
“Let’s keep up the pretence,” she went on, “You start calling me Helen instead of Mom. There’s no reason why anyone should know our private business anyway. I think I’ve had enough and I might go back to our cabin. You stay if you want.”
“ I always take my dates home.” I replied, “Anyway I’ve had enough too. Lets go back and have a nightcap before bed. I brought some brandy with us.”
I poured us a couple of brandies when we got back to our room and we sat beside each other on the settee to sip them, and I stretched my free arm round Mom’s shoulder and gave her a hug, She reached up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then leaned her head against my shoulder and slowly consumed her brandy. When she was finished she pulled herself from me and, refusing my offer of another, stepped out of her shoes and removed her dress, me having to grab her when she lurched alarmingly at one stage, I think she may have had more to drink than she was used to. She was wearing silky grey underwear tonight, of the short loose-legged type that clung very sensuously, and when she bent over to get her nightwear from the drawer the legs rode up, exposing the lower part of her butt cheeks. I was not sure how long I would be able to suffer all this exposure as it was having much more effect on me than I had anticipated before we set out.
Mom came out of the bathroom in a nightie that only fell as far as mid-thigh, and, with the bathroom light behind her clearly outlining her body, I was almost certain she was not wearing panties beneath it. She was drunker now than when she went into the bathroom and, with the liquor was sneaking slowly up on her, Mom sort of floated across the floor to me and twirled in front of me and brushed her panties and bra, which she was holding outstretched, across my face as she gaily said,
“I had a wonderful time tonight. It was just as if I was young again. Thank you all so much for being such wonderful children and you in particular for coming with me. I just wish I could do something special for you.”
I knew something special that she could do for me, but 37 years of inhibitions had been well drummed into me and I couldn’t overcome the knowledge that this was my mother I was fantasising about.
When she went to climb the ladder I quickly realised that she would never be able to manage it without major help from me, so this time, instead of merely bracing her by holding her hips, I had to partly lift her and then heave her from the ladder to the bunk. With my lifting the skirt of her nightie rose to almost bum level and as she was being heaved onto the bedding her legs fell apart a little and I found myself with my face almost buried in her bare nether regions. My suspicions were confirmed that she was not wearing panties and I couldn’t resist pressing my lips briefly against the bare skin of her buttock. To my relief, I don’t think Mom realised, in her drunken state, what she had revealed to me or what I had done and I breathed easily again when she settled down and almost instantly went to sleep. I pulled the covers over her and decide that it would be wise to put up the safety rails so I snapped them into position, pulled her curtains and climbed under my own sheets, to drop off wondering, somewhat nervously, where all this might lead to.
Chapter 4.
I woke first again next morning and I felt decidedly down in the dumps. I had a headache trying to break through, my mouth tasted like a chicken-coop floor and I was worried that any intake of food or drink would cause my stomach to chuck in the towel. It never ceases to amaze me how drinking reasonable quantities of something that seemed so good at the time, could have such a debilitating effect next day. I crawled gingerly from my bunk and disappeared into the bathroom to emerge feeling much better having used the toilet and shower and had a shave. I brewed a pot of coffee and settled down again this morning with today’s newsletter to await Mom’s awakening, not expecting her to be in anywhere near as good a mood and condition as yesterday.
Finally, a painful groan signalled her return to the land of the living but it was some time before I could make out any movement behind the curtain, Her bleary eyed face eventually poked through and she grunted out a demand for coffee which I provided for her to disappear with. After another long delay, more grumbling and groaning indicated that she was going to leave her nest. The curtain dragged back and Mom moved towards the bottom of the bed, complaining ceaselessly, until she was beside the ladder where she readied herself to lower her legs over the side. I was on my feet by this time, not exactly sure of her sobriety, and, worried that she would fall to the floor, I warned her not to move before I was ready.
“What the devil did I drink yesterday? I feel like I’m dying and it can’t come quick enough.” It sounded as if Mom’s tongue was double size.
“Well, we had a couple of gins each at the bar before dinner, we had a couple of glasses of wine with our meal and then the two bottles of wine at the dance between us and, just to finish ourselves off, we had a large brandy each as a nightcap. It’s no wonder you don’t feel too good, but trust me, you will come right.” I suddenly realised why I didn’t feel so good myself when I woke up, we had consumed a lot more alcohol than we should have.
Mom groaned and began to slide forward to lower her legs over the side and I reached up to grab her. I was distracted by the sight of her nightie sliding up her legs from her movement and when her legs parted just a little I got a bit of a glimpse of Mom’s pubic hair (seemingly very dark and luxurious) and the top of her pussy (just the start of the split between her lips). It was only a fleeting glimpse as Mom didn’t wait for me to grab a hold of her and sort of toppled forward into my arms, wrapping hers’ desperately around my neck, and virtually fell from the bunk with me trying to hold her up. She slowly slid to the floor and the way she was pressed against me caused her nightie to slide up her body till the hem was at her waist level. I didn’t realise this until she hugged me and thanked me for saving her and, when I hugged her back, I let my hands slide down her body once again intending to cop a quick squeeze her bum through her nightie and I was absolutely shocked to encounter bare flesh. Mom got just as big a shock and she pulled away from me in some confusion, giving me a clear view of her tummy and hairy pubic area as the nightie fell back into place.
“Oh Shit! I’m sorry, dear, really sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that. It must be the drink that’s made me so careless and clumsy.” Mom seemed most distressed about it all but it was definitely not a problem for me, it was all that I had been hoping for, for some time. She quickly fumbled some underwear from her drawer and fled to the privacy and security of the bathroom to spend some time regaining her composure.
She was in there for some time and I heard all the usual toileting noises and when she finally emerged I was careful to be engrossed in the newsletter. This morning Mom was wearing her nightie and she went straight to the dresser and slipped her shorts on without removing it first and then she turned her back to me to put on her blouse and I saw that she had put on her underwear in the bathroom. I had moved forward slightly to give me a view past the closet but Mom was so intent on not meeting my eye and keeping herself turned away from me, I don’t think she was aware of my continued interest in watching her.
She brushed her hair and did the make-up thing and we set off for breakfast with barely a word having passed between us. Breakfast was a virtual replay of yesterdays’ without the chitchat that occurs when two people are comfortable and relaxed in each other’s company. Conversation this morning was very ‘formal’ and not at all relaxed – Mom was obviously reading a lot more into her accidental exposure than necessary. We set off on our promenade laps of the deck and still there was little or no response to my efforts to break the ice and, when we had finished our 3 laps, Mom indicated that she was returning to the cabin.
“Won’t you come and relax with me at the stern and watch the sea for a while? The fresh air and soothing sight of the wake and waves will help cure your hangover.” Without saying anything she nodded her acceptance and we leant against the railing, side by side.
After a few moments I put my arms around her shoulders and cuddled her to me saying quietly,
“You’re being silly making such a big thing out of what was, after all, just an accidental exposure. I don’t know why you’re so worried and embarrassed.”
“I’m just worried that you found me to be just a repulsive old woman and are disappointed and disgusted at my drunken and sluttish behaviour. I’m so sorry and hope your feelings won’t ruin your holiday.” Mom hadn’t looked at me as she blurted this out and I could hear, in her voice, that tears weren’t far away.
I turned her face to mine and saw that there were, in fact, tears in her eyes and I pulled her into my arms and reassured her,
“You silly thing! How could I possibly think that you are sluttish or disgusting? You’re a very beautiful and sexy woman who finally let her hair down a bit after a long worrying time. Most women would have cracked under the strain you’ve coped with and we all love and admire you and think you’re absolutely wonderful. Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, you do could change my feelings towards you. You’re my ideal of a perfect woman, wife and mother and I love you with all my heart. Now stop all this nonsense and let’s get on with enjoying ourselves the way we have been.”
The smile had returned to Mom’s face and she reached up and pulled my head down to hers and gave me a long kiss. This was slightly more than the usual mother/son kiss but was definitely not that of lovers – Mom had her lips parted slightly and it was a moist and firm meeting of our mouths. I was slightly breathless when she released me and responded,
“You can’t know how much better that makes me feel. I was sure I had ruined everything and it would be awful for the rest of our time together. I’ll be a lot more careful in future and try to keep myself hidden from you.”
“Don’t be silly. I enjoyed seeing you. You have a very nice body and should be proud of it, the way you have looked after yourself.” I was quite definite in the way I spoke, trying to make sure that she understood that I certainly didn’t find her at all repulsive, and I decide to be even more dating, “In fact if you want to show me even more of yourself I would be delighted.”
There was a silence for a few seconds and then she giggled, bumped her body against mine and returned,
“I know who is being silly! I’m just your Mom with an old and nearly worn out body. No-body but your father has thought me at all sexy for years. Now let’s go back to our cabin and decide what we are going to do today. I need more caffeine as well.”
As we returned below decks I thought to myself that she would be surprised if she learned just who found her very, very sexually attractive. When we were safely ensconced in our own private space Mom filled the jug and while it was heating she headed to the toilet, asking me to make coffee. I quickly zeroed in on the fact that this time Mom did not shut the door fully, just pushed it to, and I wondered if she had decided to relax her inhibitions and maybe allow me to become more familiar with her. She certainly seemed more at ease with the whole situation, continuing to chatter to me as she sat and pissed, the hissing sound of her peeing and the splash of urine hitting the toilet were clearly audible over our talking, and she just continued on as she unrolled toilet paper and wiped herself.
While we drank our coffees we talked about what we should do after lunch and Mom suggested that we should see if we could reserve a spa pool for a couple of hours, and I agreed eagerly, the thought of a soothing water massage in a spa was very enticing, especially since it had been such a long time from my last one. A quick phone call secured a reservation and I was looking forward to it in eager anticipation.
“There’s only one problem,” Mom said, ‘I never thought about needing a swimsuit on board and I intended to buy one at our first stop over. Will it bother you if I just wear ordinary panties and bra?”
It certainly wouldn’t bother me and I assured her that she would definitely be ok in that attire. Collecting our ‘relaxing in the sun’ gear, which we now had sorted into a small travel bag, we headed off to find a couple of sun-loungers till lunchtime. It was definitely a lot easier not having to dig out towels, books, sunglasses, lotion etc and the other things needed to make ‘relaxing’ possible and while Mom was sorting herself out and guarding my seat I went down to the pursers to pay the small nominal fee for the spa, this probably being necessary to deter people from making bookings and then not using them.
The rest of the morning passed peacefully till we were called to lunch. A number of other passengers stopped by and chatted and I had not made much progress into my book, which, at this rate, looked like lasting the whole voyage. I noticed that all our ‘visitors’ spoke to us as if we were married and I wondered if Mom picked up on this. I did nothing to dissuade this notion, in fact, my habit, now, of calling Mom by her first name probably reinforced people’s misconceptions. I returned our bag to our cabin and met Mom in the dining room where we again both chose a light repast of sandwiches and fruit.
We did 2 laps on our afternoon exercise today and, after a short sojourn to the railing to investigate the mystique of the sea, we headed for our spa.
To my surprise Mom reached down and grasped my hand and we walked hand-in-hand like a couple, and I certainly enjoyed the feelings that this caused. We were issued a couple of large fluffy bath-towels and shown into a room with a small intimate spa-pool and, after snibbing the door, we were alone in each other’s company.
Mom looked quite embarrassed and quietly said to me,
“I’ve been thinking about this and I’m not sure if we should be doing it. I know that as soon as I get in that pool in my bra and nickers are going to turn completely see through and I might as well be naked.” Her face was a bit red with embarrassment, and she was toying, nervously, with one of the buttons on her blouse. Deciding to take a chance I quickly returned,
“I’m game if you are.”
Mom was a bit taken aback at my response and, after a short pause, she blushed even deeper and replied,
“Well, I suppose that since you’ve already seen almost everything I’ve got anyway, it’s not going to make much difference.” And she began to unbutton her blouse and remove it. I wasn’t sure whether she meant it wouldn’t make any difference if we went in nude or it wouldn’t make any difference if her underwear turned diaphanous so I undressed slowly, waiting for her cue.
When she unfastened the catch of her bra I cheered silently and began removing my own clothing a lot more eagerly, waiting anxiously for her to get out of her shorts and panties. The sight of her standing, unclothed, with her back to me and then bending down and picking up her clothing was awe-inspiring. She had an almost perfect bum, which I already knew, but the rest of her body, from a rear view, was soft, curvaceous, shadowy and all woman, and the sight of her puffy pussy lips framed in the space at the top of her thighs with just a hint of wispy, dark pubic hair, really got me going and I had to ease the waistband of my underpants carefully over the raging erection that she had caused.
Mom moved towards the pool and glanced over at me and down at my cock, her eyes widened in surprise and she quickly looked away and stepped into the water and lowered herself slowly to a seated position. I climbed in opposite her and saw that she never looked away from my erection as I also eased myself into the hot water carefully. When we had both enjoyed the feel of the bubbling water for a few minutes we were both relaxed and feeling great.
“This is absolutely wonderful. If I die tomorrow and go to heaven this is what I want to find.” Mom was reclining back, head resting on the padded rest provided, with her eyes closed and in a totally relaxed mode. Her breasts were floating just below the surface and they were a delight to behold, not too large but pert and wonderfully shaped and, possibly because they were partly floating, they looked as if they had not sagged at all. Her nipples were quite large relative to the size of her breasts and the aureoles surrounding them were a lovely pink colour rather than the usual dark brown that I had normally found. Because of the bubbling movement of the water I was not getting a clear look at her cunt but I could make out that she had a large, tidy patch of dark hair down there that she appeared to groom carefully. The glimpse that I had got this morning was too brief to really register and I was pleased that she had not taken away nearly all of her hair as so many did. I was rather partial to pubic hair.
My cock had deflated a bit in the warmth of the water but it was still wide-awake and interested but my guilt feelings about my desire towards my other were putting a clamp on me. I wasn’t sure why this should be as I was not at all hesitant or guilty about fucking my sister, which seemed just as incestuous. Who knows how the mind works when it relates to a hard cock?
“Oh God! It’s as if there is a massage occurring all over my whole body at the same time. I can’t remember the last time I felt this good, if ever.” Mom had finally opened her eyes and was looking dreamily into mine.
“Would you like me to massage your shoulders and neck?” I asked and, when she confirmed that she would truly love that, I slid round the pool to sit beside her.
I began to dig my fingers into her shoulder muscles and rub the tension from them and, after the few seconds of initial discomfit, she began to luxuriate in the sensations I was causing. She was almost purring like a cat as I attended to her and when I had finished with her shoulders and the back of her neck she encouraged me to work on her throat and upper chest. I also gave her a gentle facial massage and when I looked like finishing up she grabbed both my hands and sort of directed me to the top part of her tits. I gently rubbed and smoothed there as well and she did not protest as I moved slowly lower and began to fondle and pinch her nipples. I could see her legs part under the water, not really revealing anything because of the water, and, when I finally released my hold of her and moved slightly away, she protested her displeasure but then smiled at me,
“Thank you. What wonderful hands you’ve got. I feel absolutely on top of the world – what a recovery from this morning. I would have sworn that I would never feel really good ever again. That’s one I definitely owe you.” Mom looked not just like a cat that had just got the cream, but like one that had been promised cream for the rest of its’ days.
I was not sure what Mom was referring to when she said that she owed me one, but I knew what I hoped it was. Our time was almost up and when I mentioned this to Mom she climbed from the pool before I could move and stood there looking down at me, fully aware that I was looking her naked body over carefully. Framed by short, dark brown hair her face was red from the heat of the water but she was pixie like and extremely pretty and appealing even in her middle age. A long slender neck led down to firm, thrusting breasts that had only slight signs of sagging, which to my way of thinking actually added to their appeal, capped by wonderful aureoles and nipples. Her tummy just bulged enough to be sexy and what stretch marks she had received from 3 children were very faint and almost un-noticeable. Her patch of pubic hair was luxuriant and well trimmed, it was slightly darker than the hair on her head and there were a few, very few, grey hairs in dispersed through it which I also found appealing as I saw them as an indicator of her maturity and experience.
Because she was standing straight with her legs together I couldn’t get much of a look at her pussy but what I could see was a couple of quite prominent lips with quite a definite split between them and a well defined lump at the top of them which I assumed to be her clitoris. Her legs were not long and slender as Mom was not very tall but her thighs were nicely shaped and not too thick, her calves were curvy and just great and even her feet seemed ever so sexy to me. Mom was possibly a few pounds heavier than the so-called experts would have her, but to me these extra pounds added to her appeal and made her a very sexy, sensual mature woman who, if she were not my mother, I would easily fall deeply in love with.
“Come on, lazybones. You can’t stop there all day!” Mom stretched her hand down to me and helped pull me from the pool and, in her turn, she looked me up and down very carefully as I stood dripping in front of her.
I was not in too bad a condition but I had not exercised the way she had and so I was a lot flabbier looking than she was, but for a 37 year old with an aversion to unnecessary activity I felt I wasn’t in too bad a nick. Under her gaze my cock stretched its’ muscles and slowly but surely stood to attention, 7 inches of upright manhood eager for action and I was, in my turn, too embarrassed to meet her eyes.
“Would you like me to dry your hair and your back for you?” I asked, hopefully.
“That would be wonderful.” She replied and, grabbing one towel before turning her back to me to dry her off, she foiled my plan to wrap a towel round my waist. I had no choice but too start on her hair with the remaining towel and to work nude while she patted her face and neck dry.
I was drying her hair when she moved back towards me, apparently unconsciously, and, even though this brought us into such close proximity that my cock was pressed along the crack of her bum, Mom made no comment nor did she try to move away and I just kept it there until her hair was dry and I moved back to dry my way down her back. I thought she would stop me when I reached waist height but she encouraged me to dry her right down to her feet. I paid special attention to her buttocks, making sure they were very dry and carefully inserting the towel in between them and drying there carefully as well. She moved her feet apart a little to allow me to dry her inner thighs properly and as I got lower my face got closer to her until I was tempted to push it into the area at the top of her thighs. I managed to resist however and when the back half of her was finished she turned around to face me and asked,
“You have done such a good job would you like to finish me off.” She looked down on me, kneeling in front of her, with her towel pressed to the top of her breasts and drooping down, obscuring the front of her.
I didn’t trust myself to say anything so, when I just nodded, she let go of her grip on the towel and it dropped to the floor, uncovering everything to my close scrutiny.
“I’ll dry you when we’re finished.” She said and I started in on her breasts. I dried my way down her lovely front, taking special care to cup each of her tits, in turn, with one hand, lifting it carefully to let my other hand to dry under it and I was intrigued to see her nipples pucker up and harden in my grasp. I dried her tummy and worked away at her pubic hair until it was also definitely quite dry.
“Steady yourself by holding my head, while I dry your legs.” I directed her and when she had a grip of me I lifted her foot from the floor and propped it on my bent knee and dried her thigh, calf and foot very carefully. Placing her foot like this opened her crotch to my gaze and I got a good look at her pussy in all its glory, Full pouting lips, that I found were now opened quite noticeably, pink inner lips and as I thought a very prominent and sensitive looking clitoris. The whole area was looking moist and hot and I figured that this whole scene was arousing Mom. I swapped feet and when I had dried off her other leg I mopped at her cunt with the towel and dried her off there as well. I was very sorry to be finally finished in my chore and I think Mom was sad it was over as well.
It was now my turn to stand there naked as Mom dried me off. I must say that I really did enjoy the whole business, and, to see my mother, stark naked, kneeling on front of me, drying my legs, caused some very naughty thoughts to enter my head. Mom was carefully avoiding my erect cock but when she had finally dried off the rest of me she had no choice but to carry on and finish the job. She carefully reached between my legs and dried off the area under my balls and then rubbed my pubic hair very carefully until it was dry and eventually she could put it off no longer and she opened up the towel, wrapped my cock and balls in t and began to rub them, gently, dry. A few seconds of this became too much and I managed to gasp out,
“Sorry, Mom, but you’d better stop and let go or you will get a not very pleasant surprise.” I could feel my climax approaching rapidly and when I tried to move away, Mom prevented me with her arm around me, and carried on with her rubbing. When I groaned, partly in enjoyment and partly in mortification she finally removed the towel and allowed me to ejaculate onto the floor. After the first couple of long, ropey spurts she dropped the towel and began to milk my cock completely dry, with her bare hand, keeping a firm hold on me with her arm still around me and helping me to stay upright. The climax left me weak and gasping for breath and when I was finally starting to recover she released me and began to wipe up the mess with a towel, refusing my demand to be allowed to clean up after myself.
“Now it’s my turn to apologise and be terribly embarrassed. I shouldn’t have let that happen and I am very ashamed. What should we do now?” I asked, deeply mortified at my reaction.
“And it’s my turn to tell you not to be so silly. Do you really think I’m so innocent not to know what happens when a man gets his hard-on rubbed? Your father was only too normal and I was married to him for nearly 40 years. We just carry on as we intended to before this happened. Now lets get dressed – I definitely need a snooze before our pre-dinner drinks”
Mom climbed to her feet and began to put her clothes on and I followed suit and we returned to our cabin after returning our towels and thanking the attendant. She removed her outer clothes and I decided to also get some rest and stripped down to my underpants as well, and then moved to her, standing in her modest white underwear, to help her up the ladder.
Before I helped her I turned her to face me and said to her,
“I think you deserve a good hug and kiss as thanks for what you did for me.” And I wrapped her in my arms and squeezed her tightly as I bent my face down and pressed my lips to hers. This time I wasn’t content to merely feel her opened lips and I probed with my tongue and got a fleeting feel of her open mouth and tongue before she pulled away. Mom mad no protest at my actions and, in fact, when I released her she moved back a little and said,
“Men are really lucky being able to leave their shirts off. You don’t have any idea how a bra binds up and constricts you. I’m going to take mine off and just snooze in my nickers.” And once again she undid the fastener and removed it and stood topless before me. “ I enjoyed that last kiss and hug so much you can give me another, before lifting me up there.” And she moved back into my grasp, encouraging me to hold her tightly and kiss her again. This time the feel of her now naked breasts and her nipples up against me started me erecting again and the return probe of her tongue finished me off, causing yet another full blown hard-on.
When I finally had lifted her onto her bunk and she had moved up and settled down on her pillow I leant in and whispered in her ear,
“Would you like me to return the favour and stimulate you to some sexual relief? I couldn’t help but see that you were pretty obviously highly aroused and ready when I dried you off. It’s nothing to be ashamed about, being horny, and I bet it’s a long time since you’ve been touched by anyone but yourself, and, as I just found out, it’s ever so much better when someone else does it for you.”
Mom turned bright scarlet and she could not look at me and I waited anxiously for her to respond.
Chapter 5
There was no reply for some moments and I thought that, as was normal, I had opened my mouth and put my foot in it. Mom remained sort of curled up, face buried into her pillow and not moving until finally she muttered faintly,
“I think I would like that but I couldn’t let you do it.”
I understood her reluctance and decided to give her some encouragement,
“Why ever not? Who would be hurt or who would even know? I just know you would enjoy it, not just for the sexual pleasure but you certainly could do with some love and attention. Just let yourself go and if it feels right, do it and enjoy it.”
“You’re probably right but it just doesn’t seem right or proper. It would be incest and, anyway, your Dad’s not even cold in his grave. You’re right about another thing as well – it’s been nearly 3 years since he touched me – it was his lack of interest that first alerted us to his illness.” Mom stayed with her face buried in her pillow and I heard a quiet sob come from her.
“It would only be incest if we make proper love and I wouldn’t do that unless you asked.” This was not strictly (or legally) correct, but Mom needed some quick reassurance. “Look why don’t we just have a kiss and cuddle and see where it leads.” Mom nodded, hesitantly, and muttered ‘OK’ so I pulled her towards me and dragging her top blanket with us I carried her to the settee and sat down with her sitting sideways on my lap with her legs stretched along the seat.
Thinking that she might feel more secure if she was covered, I pulled the blanket right over both of us, leaving just our heads exposed. It was warm enough not to need the heat that the blanket provided, but my guess about it’s security effect seemed right when I felt Mom relax after she was covered over. I wrapped one arm round her and managed to cup her breast in one hand while I placed the other hand on her hip. I bent my head down till our lips could meet and I began a prolonged passionate kiss with her. Our lips intertwined and investigated each others mouth as we sucked frantically, swapping spittle and trying to get as close together as we could. Once Mom started kissing she relaxed even more and suddenly seemed willing to just let matters progress.
With one hand I was gently squeezing and fondling her breast, occasionally tweaking her hard swollen nipple while slowly rubbing her hip and the outside of her upper thigh with the other. I was soon sporting a very uncomfortable erection and I stopped stroking her hip long enough to reach down and free it from the confines of my underwear. I moved it to a position where was standing up in the space at the top of her thighs and pressing along the lips of her pussy through the cotton of her panties. Mom moved to pull back from this invasion and I quickly soothed her,
“It’s all right. I’m just getting comfortable. I told you nothing would happen without you requesting it. Just relax and enjoy.” I returned my hand, this time to her other leg and now on the inside of her thigh and slowly began stroking again. I also moved to her other breast and went to work on it, at the same time kissing and pecking her all over her face and neck, and pushing the tip of my tongue into any recess or hollow that I could find – her ears, her eyes and the hollows below and behind her ears. I could tell that she was enjoying it as her legs moved apart to allow my stroking hand more access and she was starting to pant a little.
“I haven’t done anything like this since I was just a horny schoolboy? It’s great. Are you enjoying it as well and happy to carry on?” And when Mom pulled me even closer, I took that as a ‘yes’ and removed my hand from her leg and shifted it onto her tummy. I stroked her there and then inserted my fingers below the waistband of her nickers and slowly worked my hand down towards her pussy. I played in her pubic hair stroking it, combing it with my fingers and tugging gently on little tufts of it. Mom was squirming on my lap by now and trying to press her cunt firmer against my hard-on where it still pressed against her through her panties. I was now licking the side of her face and her neck as she buried her face into the join of my neck and shoulder and I slowly moved my hand right on to her pussy.
Slowly sliding my fingers back and forth between the lips of her cunt I discovered that she was really wet and excited, the lips were open and the inner lips unfolded and protruding and I felt that Mom was not far from her climax. When I began to rub and pinch her clitoris, gently, she bit down on my shoulder, began to sort of croon deep in her throat and she was a blotchy red in colour and shaking softly. I pushed the first 2 fingers of my invading hand as deeply in her as I could and continued pressing and rubbing on her clitoris with my thumb as I moved my fingers around, still pinching her nipples with my other hand.
Suddenly she erupted, crying out, shaking violently, biting hard on my shoulder and clamping her cunt hard on my fingers. I went back to kissing and hugging her and I rocked her gently, helping her ride out her orgasm and showing her how much I loved and cared for her. Mom seemed very shaken when she finally finished her climax and her panties and her whole crotch area felt completely drenched.
“Are you all right and did you enjoy that? You seemed to get right into it.”
“God! You have no idea! I had forgotten how absolutely wonderful a proper orgasm could be. I feel as weak as a kitten and just want to go to sleep.” Mom’s eyes were only partly open, with her eye-lids drooping down giving her that recently satisfied look that sexually active women get after a satisfactory session.
I carried her back over and placed her back on her bunk.
“Don’t go away, I’ll be right back.” I ordered, going into the bathroom where I soaped up a warm face cloth and returned with it and a towel.
“Roll onto your back and lift up so as I can get your panties off.” I directed, and Mom did as she was told but would not look at me. I slid her panties off and held them up, teasing her,
“Look at the state of these. They’re dripping. You certainly enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?” Mom blushed and turned away from me as I buried my face in them and then went on, “You’re definitely a very sexy woman alright. You smell wonderful, all hot and horny.”
“Oh, Don’t. You’re embarrassing me.”
“Open you legs wide and I’ll dry you off.” Once again she did as she was told and spread her legs wide apart, looking even more embarrassed and blushing even redder, if that was possible. I carefully washed her, getting the face cloth deep inside her and then dried her off just as carefully. I bent over her and kissed her and drew the blanket over her.
“Sleep well, my lovely. I’m going to take you on a date tonight so I want you to be well rested.” Her eyes were closing as I stepped away and after returning the towel and cloth to the bathroom and crawled onto my own bunk and dozed off as well.
The sounds of movement in the bunk above me woke me and I opened my eyes to a view of Mom making her way down the ladder. The picture of her naked body slowly coming into sight is one that will stay with me forever. Legs, thighs, hairy pussy, tummy, breasts and finally an embarrassed looking face slowly appeared as she climbed down and stood looking in on me. I could see that she was still a bit uncomfortable standing brazenly nude in front of me but she made herself stay there as she said,
“Hi, you’re awake then? Thank you for what you did for me. You couldn’t have got any satisfaction from it. Would you like me to bring you off again?” I was surprised that she could bring herself to speak like this and when I told her that I was ok she leant in and gave me a brief kiss and went on,
“I think I can remember you saying we were going on a date tonight? Is that right or was it my imagination? Things are a bit of a blur.”
“Yes that’s right. You had better get ready and put on your ‘glad rags’ as I’ll be collecting you at 4.30.” Mom smiled in anticipation and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open, all pretence at modesty now gone. I lay on my bed and listened to the sounds of her showering and didn’t move until she came back in, still naked and towelling her hair.
“What should I wear for our date? What sort of place are we going to and how dressed up do I need to be?”
“A skirt and blouse with a wrap would be very suitable, I should think, and I’m not telling you till afterwards where we are going after dinner. You’ll just have to wait.”
Mom opened the closet and held up a blue skirt and a yellow, flowery blouse.
“What do you think about these? And what should I wear under them – do I need pantihose?”
“They will be lovely. You’ll look amazing in them. No pantihose, just that sexy grey underwear if our laundry’s back.” saying this I got up and headed off to shower and shave myself.
Mom was dressed and seated in front of the mirror when I came out of the shower and she looked me over closely, her gaze lingering on my cock and balls, as I selected and stepped into fresh underpants. Casual grey slacks and an open necked shirt saw me dressed and when I slipped on loafers, I was ready to go. Mom had put on her make-up by then and she collected her white wrapper and we headed for the bar for our pre-dinner drinks.
We were sitting chatting, with me still refusing to tell her where we were going to, when I had a remember.
“Are you still playing bridge?” I asked and when she replied that she was, regularly, and why did I want to know? I went on, “ I saw in this mornings’ news-sheet that the front lounge is reserved tomorrow for a two session tournament, afternoon and evening, with a smorgasbord meal between sessions. I haven’t played a lot lately but I still have a game now and then. I thought that we could deal and bid a few hands in the morning for practice and maybe enter in it? What do you think? The entries have to be in tonight.”
Mom didn’t even have to think about it before agreeing and we decided to put our entry in straight after dinner. We had our usual wonderful meal and, afterwards, went out on deck to lean and watch the waves for a few minutes, before we made our way to the pursers’ office and filled out our entry form. I was keeping a close eye on the time and I took Mom by the hand and pulled her with me,
“Come on, we don’t want to be late.” And, after she had begged for information, I told her, “Have some patience, woman, you’ll know in just a couple of minutes.”
We finally came to the ships movie theatre, which she hadn’t realised existed, and, when she discovered what was playing, she was overjoyed.
I had seen that the theatre played a mixture of new and old movies of all types and tonight’s was a Golden Oldie, ‘Love Story’. I hated it, bloody Ryan O’Neil – the wimp, but I was sure that Mom would love this tear- jerker and I was prepared to suffer through it to please her. When we went inside we found that it had attracted only a very small audience who were scattered widely around the theatre and we managed to find ourselves a secluded spot with no bother. The theatre darkened and the picture began just a couple of minutes after we had settled down. Mom was soon engrossed in the story and made no protest when I put my arm round her shoulder and pulled her over to lean her head on my shoulder.
I then removed her wrap and, replacing my arm round her, replaced the wrap over both her shoulders and my arm. I slowly reached down and cupped her breast and Mom jumped nervously and looked around expecting to be the centre of attention, but, after discovering that no one was showing any interest at all, she settled back down, cuddled into me, and allowed me to carry on. I then reached over with my other hand and unbuttoned the front of her blouse until I could get my hand on her bra-covered flesh rather than through her blouse. Mom moved even closer to me, trying to keep our actions secret, but she made no protest to prevent my continuing with what I was doing.
When I had fumbled her bra open, I removed one hand and just continued to play with her tits with the one I had round her shoulders. We sat like that for a few minutes, watching the movie, before I turned and tilted her face up so as we could kiss. I was leaning over towards her as I did this and, as if to help balance myself, I placed my free hand on her knee. I began to slide my hand up under her skirt, causing Mom to rapidly loose interest in the movie and, instead, to enjoy acting as if we were horny teenagers out on a date. The closer I got to her pussy the wider her legs opened and the harder she pressed her lips to mine and when I finally reached her crotch the gusset of her nickers felt quite moist and she was easily lubricated enough to allow my fingers to enter her when I slipped my hand in through the leg opening.
“Be soft and gentle with me,” Mom requested, “I don’t want to have an orgasm in here. I feel wicked enough allowing you to play with me without us going any further. God! Just imagine if anyone found out we are mother and son.”
I had no intention of bringing her off in there, just to get her excited and desperate for release later, and, by the way she was acting, my plan was working as she squirmed and shifted round in her seat. Ryan O’Neil finally played his sickening final scene and the movie came to an end, freeing me from the misery of his company.
As we walked back to our cabin, my arm around her shoulders, we passed a bar that had a small dance band playing and when I suggested we go in Mom agreed eagerly and suggested that we have just one drink and one dance. We were soon circulating the dimly lit dance floor, clinging closely together and I think Mom enjoyed the feel of my cock digging into her almost as much as I revelled in her breasts pressing against me. When we had finished our dance and our drink Mom suggested that ‘just because she had had enough there was no reason that I couldn’t stay on if I wished.’
“I always accompany my dates home to the door and tonight’s not going to be an exception. If you’re quite sure you’ve had enough, let’s head home.” I placed her wrap on her shoulders and slid her chair back from the table and we left the bar.
Outside our cabin door I kissed her as she dug in her purse for our door keys and when she finally had it open I suggested to her,
“Thank you for such a great date. Maybe we could do it again sometime. I don’t suppose there’s any chance of being asked in for a nightcap or a coffee?”
“Well… I don’t usually ask my dates in on the first date, but I suppose that since we did have such a great time…. Come in and I’ll make you a coffee.” And she opened the door wide and allowed me follow her inside.
“While I make the coffee why don’t you find some music on the sound system.” Mom put the jug on and spooned some powdered coffee into a couple of mugs as I twiddled the knob and found some easy listening dance music.
“That sounds great. Here’s your drink. Why don’t you sit down and relax?” Mum handed me a mug and I replied,
“I’d much rather have another dance with you. I really enjoyed that one before and would have liked to carry on.” Mom placed her mug next to mine on the table and slipped off her shoes and we slowly swayed back and forth in the close confines of the cabin.
“Would you let me slip your dress off and I’ll take off my shirt. I really want to feel your breasts pressing against my chest.” I whispered in Mom’s ear and she moved back from me and reached behind her neck to undo the fastening, allowing me to lift it up and over her head. She was left standing in front of me in a waist length slip and her sexy uplift bra.
I undid the top couple of buttons on my shirt and, without undoing any more, I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it clear then returning to remove her bra.
When we were both naked to the waist we recommenced dancing and the feel of her tits, with hard swollen nipples, crushed against me had my cock hard and throbbing against her tummy, almost instantly. We swayed together for a while longer before I moved backwards to the settee and sat down, pulling Mom to stand facing me, between my widespread legs. I gripped the elastic waistband of her slip and slid it to the floor and encouraged her to kick it clear then I slowly pushed the waistband of her panties down a bit to leave her standing in front of me, almost nude, with her arms hanging loosely at her sides. Mom just stood there, unprotesting but blushing faintly – still not completely at ease with nudity, and allowed me to examine her in extreme close-up until I leant forward and placed my mouth, wide open, over her navel. I sucked hard for a second or two and then I probed with my tongue, trying to push it in as far as I could and I felt Mom suck in her breath and her stomach muscles grew tense. When I looked up, she had her eyes squeezed tightly closed, she was biting her bottom lip and her hands were clenched, she was highly stimulated and I could smell her extreme arousal.
I wrapped my arms round her upper thighs and stood up lifting her from her feet. Mom wrapped her arms around my head to keep her balance and I carried her to the armchair and lowered her into it. I fell to my knees in front of her and pulled her panties down her legs and off, leaving her completely naked, and, when I had lifted one of her legs over each arm of the chair, the reason for my being able to smell her arousal was clear. The way she was reclining left her gaping wide open and completely exposed, showing the outer lips of her cunt to be wide open and swollen, the inner lips sticking out and distinctly red coloured rather than pink and her clitoris looked to be about half as big again as it was the last time I had seen it. Mom was so excited she was exuding a lot of liquid, her whole pussy was sopping wet and there were tiny beads of her fluid slowly dribbling from her and seeping down over her bum hole. Her eyelids were now drooping and she was breathing noisily through her mouth and trembling slightly with excitement, and I hadn’t even really touched her yet.
I took a deep breath and lowered my face, stuck out my tongue and licked the full length of her pussy lips, pressing my tongue as hard against her as I could. She squealed and grabbed the back of my head with both hand and clutched my face to her cunt, desperately. I licked another couple of times, enjoying her taste, and then took hold of her clitoris and nibbled at it between my lips, flicking it at the same time with the tip of my tongue. Mom was shaking quite violently and rhythmically thrusting her pussy hard against my mouth and when I managed to look at her face she had a look as if she didn’t know what was happening to her. I went back to licking and began to run my forefinger along the split between her buttocks, probing gently at her anus each time my finger passed over it. My tongue finally found it’s way to the opening of her vagina and I thrust it in, keeping it as erect and firm as I could, and, at the same time, I pushed my finger-tip into her anus, just stretching the tightly clenched opening a little.
Mom’s re-action was dramatic and a bit frightening. Her climax appeared almost as if she was having a fit, she shook a lot more violently and cried out a lot louder and more incoherently than she had before, and she held me so tightly that I couldn’t pull away and she slammed her cunt so hard against my mouth that my lips were left bleeding from cuts caused by my teeth. When her orgasm finally ended she passed out and I was very worried as to whether I had caused her some sort of harm. I stood up and picked her up and returned to sit on the settee, cuddling her to me and keeping her warm and comforted. Finally, to my great relief, her eyes flickered open and she smiled weakly at me.
“I think it’s time for your bed.” I whispered to her, “Would you sleep with me tonight? I want to wake up with you in my arms. I won’t make love to you – that’s entirely up to you. I just want to hold you all night and sleep with you.”
Mom nodded her agreement, probably too worn out to trust her voice, so I carried her to my bunk and placed her on it. After turning out the lights and removing my underpants I joined her in bed and pulled the covers over us, moulding myself into her back and wrapping my arms around her. I loved the sensations and feelings that having her in my arms induced and, even though my erection was lying in the split of her bum and pressing firmly against her, I was content merely to hold her and not seek sexual relief. I was almost dropping off when Mom finally spoke,
“Are you all right? I feel awful about me getting so much pleasure from you again and still not giving you anything in return. Are you sure I can’t do something to bring you to an orgasm? I’ll do anything you want.”
I felt like demanding that she let me fuck her but I knew that I would feel really guilty if I took advantage of her gratitude to make her do something that she didn’t really want to.
“Would you mind if I made myself come by rubbing against your bum?” Mom didn’t answer but made her agreement plain by pressing back and moving against me. I placed one hand over her breast and spread the other one over her lower belly and onto the top of her cunt and then slowly began to slide my cock back and forth along her bum, holding her against me. As I got more and more aroused I pushed and rubbed against her with increasing force and rapidity until I reached my orgasm and began to ejaculate, spurting my discharge up onto her back and on to my belly. Mom felt me squirting and clenched her buttocks squeezing my cock between them and increased my pleasure. When I had calmed down I hugged her to me, gave her pussy a quick squeeze and whispered my gratitude in her ear,
“Thanks. That was wonderful – almost as good as the real thing. You have a lovely arse, very sexy and appetising. I can’t be bothered getting out of bed to clean us up, so it will have to wait till our morning shower. Now goodnight, my beautiful sexy love.” I kissed the side of her throat and slowly drifted off with my arms holding her close to me.
Chapter 6.
We must both have slept the sleep of the dead as I woke to discover that neither of us had moved during the night. Mom was still enclosed in my arms and, while one hand had released her breast, the other was still cupping her pussy, being kept in place by her closed thighs. My semen had dried during our sleep and we were pasted together, her bum and lower back to my groin and belly. Mom stirred soon after me and she wriggled happily in my embrace and pushed herself back against me.
“Morning, sleep well?”
“Mmm…, lovely thanks. You been awake for long?” Mom sounded very happy and contented this morning. “What’s the time?”
“Time we were up and showered for breakfast. We’re both covered in my dried cum and it’s stuck us together. I hope you haven’t forgotten that we’ve got the bridge tournament today, I’m really looking forward to it and I’d like to do well in it. We need to discuss our bidding system and practice some bidding this morning. Do you want the bathroom first or second or we should share it?”
“After all this we might as well share – there’s not many secrets left between us now.” Mom moved away from me, our bodies peeled apart and I climbed from the bunk and turned to help her. I led her into the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature until we were both comfortable under it. We soaped and fondled each other, both revelling in sharing this intimate time together, and we both got partially aroused but could not take the time to go any further. Mom suddenly got an embarrassed look on her face and started to say something to me but quickly stopped in confusion.
“What’s wrong? You can tell or ask me anything – you know that. Nothing you can say to me will worry me.” I tried to reassure her and encourage her to tell me what was worrying her.
“This is a bit embarrassing. I should have used the toilet before starting to shower. When I’m by myself, and I know this sounds terrible, I sometimes just piddle while showering. I’ll have to get out and go.”
“Don’t be so silly. Everybody pisses in the shower. I’m finding the thought of your peeing in my presence very exciting. I need one as well and if it will help you to relax I’ll go first if you want?” I was standing close in front of her as I said this, and I held both her shoulders to help put her at ease.
“Ok. I think it’s very naughty but, yes, you go first and it might help me to feel better about it.” Mom glanced down at my semi-erect cock and I jut relaxed my bladder and pissed. I think she expected me to turn away from her and she looked almost shocked when the hot stream of urine squirted out and splashed against her belly. When she got over her surprise she looked almost as if she was enjoying the sensation and she slowly twirled round allowing me to hose her lower back and bum. When she had completed her turn and the stream was back landing on her tummy, she grabbed my cock in her hand and directed the hot, yellow jet onto her pussy, which she had exposed by moving her feet apart and squatting a little, tilting her pelvis forward. Mom looked disappointed when my flow tapered off and came to a halt.
“God! That was sluttish. I hope you weren’t too shocked at my behaviour. I’m desperate to go now, I can’t hold it in any longer.”
I dropped to my knees in front of her and watched closely as she started, still squatting and spread a bit. There wee two or three little spurts before a strong jet hissed from her. Women were definitely a lot noisier than men, taking a piss, and the stream came out with a lot more force than I had imagined. I moved my hand between her legs and let the piss splash all over it and up my arm to my elbow. I then grabbed herby her hips, tilted her pelvis and crawled closer until she was pissing on my belly and it was running down all over my genitals. I never guessed that the feel of hot piss could be so sensual and arousing. When she was finished, the last of it just dribbling out, I wrapped my arms round her bum and buried my face in her crotch, not giving her a chance to wash or wipe herself, and kissed her pussy. I then released her and stood, saying,
“There, that should convince you that nothing about you or anything that you do could be offensive to me. I love you and your beautiful body, all of it!” Mom looked gratified and kissed me passionately, exciting me with her tongue until we had to pull apart, needing to hurry from the shower, our dalliances having delayed us until we were in danger of missing breakfast.
We got to the dining room in time and, after breakfast, we completed our four laps of the ship before settling down to talk bridge. A couple of hours dealing and bidding hands, then discussing them, had us both thinking on the same wavelength and we returned to our cabin to get changed for lunch and the tournament.
The first session of the tournament went well and ended with Mom and I in fifth place at the end of it, and very satisfied, considering that there were 30 pairs taking part and that we had not played together for almost 12 years. The smorgasbord meal was expertly prepared and presented and, after we had eaten, there was a break of a further 30 minutes before play recommenced for the evening session. We moved outside and did a turn round the deck, finishing up at the stern to relax and get some fresh air. Mom leant against the rail, watching the wake, and I stood behind her clasping her in my arms and I think we both enjoyed the feel of my cock pressing against her bum. I was starting to feel that we were becoming a regular couple and, deep down, I wasn’t sure how I felt about this, long term. I loved her and lusted for her body but she was my mother and I wasn’t sure if, in face of the possible problems, we could hold a relationship together for any length of time.
Our play in the second session went even better than in the first, we were getting more used to each others’ bidding and play, and our results on each board were starting to indicate that we might have a chance of catching up with the leaders and finishing in the money. After the last shift I felt that we had played so well there might even be a possibility that we could win, but, as the man said, ‘The best Laid Plans and all that’, I misunderstood one of Mom’s bids and we finished up in the wrong contract and, to compound matters, I totally butchered the play of the hand. We were both a bit shaken over this misunderstanding and were hesitant in bidding the last board and failed quite badly on that one as well. Sixty hands for the day and we fell apart on the last two – very disappointing – and when the final results were announced, Mr and Mrs McCabe were called in third by a very narrow margin.
Taking into account the length of time since we had last played together this was an excellent result and we set off for our cabin very content and happy. When we had collected our prizes neither one of us had corrected their mistake identifying of our marital status and Mom smiled at me as I took her hand and asked,
“Do you want to stop and get a nightcap from our prize money, Wife.”
“You can have a drink, I’ll see if I can get some sort of hot milk drink. I’m all buzzing and I’ll never get to sleep like this.”
We finally got to our cabin, me having had a brandy and Mom a hot chocolate, where she asked,
“Do you mind if we sleep in our own bunks tonight. I’m absolutely worn out and my brains reeling. I think I just need to sleep. Is that OK?”
I agreed that it was fine, a bit sad to be sleeping apart, but I knew how she felt – my brain was numb as well. The concentration needed over that length of time was certainly taxing and extremely tiring. Mom was quickly stripped down to her underwear and she removed her bra and put on her pyjama jacket then kicked her nickers aside to step into her pyjama pants, waiting till I was ready for bed in just my underpants, before going over to climb up to her top bunk with my assistance. She now felt no need for me to pull the privacy curtains, so I was soon tucked up in my bunk as well, with the lights off. I was soon asleep but it didn’t fel like very long before I was woken by mom’s voice.
“Are you awake? I can’t sleep. My minds’ still buzzing – thinking about all the hands today. Can I come down there with you?”
Mom was sure of my response as I heard her move to the ladder and begin to climb down before I’d managed to pull myself together enough to answer. I flipped on the light and watched her climb in and over me to cuddle in at my side. We lay there, kissing and fondling each other and she finally leant over and whispered softly in my ear,
“I think I’m ready to make love with you. You’ve done everything for me and it’s time I gave you some satisfaction in return. You’ll have to take it easy at first as it’s been a long time for me.” Mom rolled over onto her back and I sat up.
I unbuttoned her top and flipped it open, baring her breasts that I began to lick and suck on, also nibbling on her nipples watching them pucker up and stick out, hard as little marbles. I slid one arm round her back, under her jacket, and sat her up and removed it and dropped it over the side, lowering her back down. I kissed my way down her front and unfastened her pants and flipped them open and kissed and licked my way lower, until I lifted her bum clear of the mattress and slid them down and off and dropped them on top of the jacket.
Grasping her ankles I encouraged her to move them up towards her butt and to spread her knees apart, opening herself to me. When she was in this position I could easily see that she was very aroused and ready, and after lowering my face I licked the full length of her pussy just the once and then fastened on her clitoris and gave that just one lick and nibble before rolling onto my back and lifting my arse to slide my underpants off. I crawled round till I was between Mom’s wide-spread knees and knelt up straight in front of her. By now my cock was rock hard, throbbing and pressing against my belly and there was pre-cum leaking from its’ purplish head. I could not remember ever being this excited before and I didn’t know if it because what we were about to do was so forbidden or because I loved Mom and her beautiful body so much.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I can get off some other way if you’re not really happy about it.”
Mom groaned out her reply,
“God yes. I can’t wait to get that beautiful thing inside me. Can’t you see how ready I am? It feels like fluid is pouring out of me.”
Mom’s cunt was extremely wet and gaping open so I lowered myself down and supported myself with one arm while I guided the head of my cock to her opening. When I felt that it was seated correctly at the front of her vagina, I slowly lowered myself till I was lying on top of her and slowly pushed it in. Her cunt was hot, moist, slippery and, considering her having borne three children, surprisingly tight. When I was about half way in Mom groaned out,
“Stop there for a moment. It feels so wonderful I would like to savour it for a few seconds.” I managed to stop and remain motionless until she went on, “Oh, that’s an absolutely marvellous feeling. Now push it right in as slowly as you can.”
Mom lifted her feet from the bed and wrapped her legs around my bum and dragged my cock deeply into her and we paused again for a short time before she encouraged me to begin thrusting in and out. We moved slowly at first but as we got into each other’s rhythm we began to move faster and shove harder, Mom pushing her pelvis as hard at me as I was against her. Pretty soon we had gone from making love to fucking each other, both desperate to reach an orgasm, and the noise of our intercourse must have been obvious to anyone nearby. We were both groaning and panting loudly and our bodies were slapping together noisily almost completely drowning out the squishing sound our genitals were making due to all the moisture we were creating. I was getting close to reaching my peak and I gasped this out to Mom who groaned back that she was too. Finally I felt it begin and I really rammed my cock home and kept it shoved hard in there, trying not too move, as it contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed, squirting my semen in forceful jets deep inside her. It was almost painful but a great feeling type of pain and all too soon it was over. I discovered that Mom had climaxed right after mine started, but hers lasted longer and she was still shaking, crying out and clutching me desperately after I had finished. I lay there on top of her after it was all over with my cock still buried in her, but growing soft, and when I rolled us both over so my weight was not on top of her it fell from her and she sighed in disappointment.
“Well that was the best sex I’ve ever had. How was it for you? Are you still happy that we did this? I wish I could do it to you again right now but what you women can to a man is absolutely shameful.”
Mom lowered her face and gave me a long and deep kiss and then moved her face to the side and breathed in my ear,
“It’s a long time since I’ve felt like this. If I was to die tonight I’d die happy. I can’t remember your father ever making love to me better than that and we practised a lot when we first got married. I think I’ll just sleep like this and I might be able to get you started again in the morning if we’ve time before breakfast. Now pull the covers over us.”
She wriggled until she was comfortable, still lying on top of me with our wet genitals still pressed against each other, obviously meaning what she said about sleeping on top of me.
Chapter 7
I woke to discover that Mom had moved down the bed to my genitals, and she was ‘Playing’ with my cock that was rapidly coming to attention. Mom was stroking the shaft with one hand and had my balls cupped in her other. I didn’t acknowledge that I was awake and I just lay there to see what would transpire, as Mom continued to stroke me and to gently squeeze and manipulate my testicles. I was getting really aroused and finding it increasingly difficult to remain motionless and quiet, until, when she lowered her head and licked the head of my cock, flicking up the bead of moisture with her tongue, I couldn’t help myself groaning and jerking my lower regions up at her. Mom looked at me somewhat guiltily and said,
“Oh! I’ve woken you! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that – you were sleeping so peacefully, but I couldn’t resist getting a closer look at the thing that gave me so much pleasure last night. It’s so beautiful and commanding when it stands up, all swollen and hard, and I feel so envious of it. It tastes nice too.”
“It’s a wonderful way to be woken. Don’t let me stop what you were doing. It’s early enough for us to make love again before we get up, if you want.” I smiled contentedly at her as she went back to fondling me. Mom lowered her face back to my crotch and I thought she was going to take my cock into her mouth but she paused and looked up at me, somewhat nervously. I figured that she was worried about what I would think of her if she sucked me so I quickly put her mind at rest by saying,
“Go ahead, Mom. I’d absolutely love it if you sucked my cock – so, if you want to, don’t hesitate.” Mom waited no longer and lowered her wide- open mouth over the head of my erection. The sensation of being enclosed in her hot, wet mouth was indescribable – it was something like entering her pussy but different – not better or worse, just different. When she took even more of my cock into her mouth and then began to run her tongue up and down the shaft and to lick the groove under the head I was almost crying with pure pleasure. After only a couple of minutes of her attention I felt that I was going to cum any second and I grabbed her head in my hands and pulled her away.
“Don’t! Don’t! Why are you stopping me? Let me go!” Mom was protesting vehemently, trying to get free and to return to my cock.
“You’re getting me far too excited. I’ll be ejaculating in your mouth any second and I would much rather fuck you so we can both have a climax. Now let’s both just calm down a bit before we carry on and it won’t be all over so quickly.” I was already calming a bit and, while still just as hard, I was not quite so close to orgasm.
“You’re a bossy spoilsport. I wanted to feel you spurting in my mouth and to taste your semen. Oh well … what are we going to do today?” Mom changed the subject to take my mind off sex and to help me calm down. I then did something that was totally stupid, in hindsight, when I replied,
“I thought we might go ashore and buy you a bathing suit and then have a swim on one of the beaches.”
“Are we reaching a port today? How marvellous!”
“I think you’ll find, going by the quiet and the lack of movement, we are already tied up. We must have arrived during the night.” And I watched, aghast, as Mom, totally forgetting about what we were doing, leapt from the bunk and almost flew across the room to the porthole to peer out, kneeling on the settee.
“You’re right. What a lovely town – and look at all those shops. I can see some other passengers already going ashore. Lets get a move on.” She was excited and any thoughts of sex seemed to have exited her mind, overcome by the prospects of visiting some new shops.
I left my bed, went over and stood close behind her and looked over her shoulder at the little village outside. I stretched my hand down and put it on her pussy and slipped a couple of fingers inside her, she was still well lubricated so, ignoring her protests, I held her in place and forced her knees apart and slipped my cock into her from behind.
“Ooof! What are you doing? We should be getting dressed. I can’t wait … Oh! It does feel good though…” Mom’s voice trailed off and she began to concentrate on our fucking, bracing herself, with her chin resting on her folded arms placed on the back of the settee. She still had her face pressed up against the porthole and if anyone happened to have binoculars focussed on our cabin it would have been obvious what was happening to her. She was flushed bright red, grimacing in pleasure and she was crying out from the enjoyment of it all. It was no longer necessary for me to hold her in place, she had well and truly entered into the spirit of our action, so I had put my arms around under her to hold a breast in each hand. I squeezed and tugged each tit in time with my thrusts into her, occasionally releasing her breasts to pinch each nipple and tug on them. I was starting to slam my cock into her cunt, very deeply and very firmly, and the sounds of my belly slapping against her bum were quite loud and her buttocks were turning a faint red colour.
I finally reached my peak and released her breasts to wrap both my arms round her belly and drag her bum back against me as hard as I could, planting my seed as far inside my mother as possible. When she felt me release her breasts to grab her belly Mom started to climax with me and for the first time we orgasmed in unison, both of us aware of and enjoying the others pleasure and joy. When we had both finished I stepped back and Mom stood and turned to wrap her arms around me as we cuddled and kissed, enjoying the aftermath of our coupling.
After one of us suggested that it was time we were getting ready we released each other and moved apart. I looked down at her cunt and her gaze followed mine,
“I hope that you can’t get pregnant. I haven’t given that a thought and it certainly looks as if I’ve pumped enough in you to cause at least one.”
We both looked at the mixture of our fluids that were oozing from her pussy and slowly seeping down her leg.
“We’re quite safe. I went through the change a few years ago. It hasn’t turned off my desires as I thought it would though. Come on, let’s get in the shower before I dribble a mess onto the floor out here.” Mom tugged me to the bathroom, asking as we entered and turned the shower on,
“Do you want me to pee before we shower or do you want a replay of yesterday?”
I stepped into the shower stall and, pulling her in after me, I knelt and asked her to begin pissing and moved to let it completely wash over the front side of my body. When she finished I stood and facing her asked if she wanted it as well and Mom knelt, in turn, and took hold of my cock to direct the stream of piss herself. I let flow and watched as she squeezed her eyes closed and guided the flow over her head and face and then washed it all over her front. My cock slowly erected in her grasp and when I stopped pissing Mom regained her feet and moved against me, saying,
“I think the feeling of submission that it gives me is why I find your pissing on me so gratifying. Weird eh?” I had to agree and admit that I had the same feelings as her piddle washed over me – I guess we were both deviates.
Mom cuddled me and kissed me, open mouthed, before she washed herself off and I could taste the faintly bitter taste that lingered on her skin. I didn’t find it at all repulsive and this confirmed what I had told her earlier, nothing she could do could make her offensive to me. My erection had not gone away and was squeezed between our close together bodies and I decided not to let it go to waste. I took her weight, lifting her with one hand grasping each buttock and lowered her down onto my cock, Mom wrapping her arms round my neck and her legs round my waist. This time we made slow and gentle love and soon reached a soft, lingering orgasm as the warm water flowed over us, washing the remains of urine and sweat from our bodies.
By the time we had finished drying off and getting dressed we found that we had wasted so much time that we had missed breakfast and we decided to go directly ashore and grab something in town. We walked off the ship and strolled up the main street of the town. It was small and laid back to the extreme, different in almost every way to our hometown and we soon found a small café where, for just a few pence, we got to sit at a sidewalk table where we were delivered a variety of tropical fruits, fresh brewed coffee and hot rolls with a selection of spreads. All in all it had been a great way to start the day, two bouts of sex and then a stroll in the sunshine to this tasty and unhurried breakfast and the day looked continuing on this high plateau.
Following directions we got from our waiter we found our way to a small shop that specialised in ladies under wear and swimsuits, and, ignoring Mom’s suggestion that I wait in the bar across the road, I accompanied her inside. While Mom was fumbling her way through a rack of swimwear I wandered around and looked over the many racks of underwear, marvelling at the sexiness of these tiny wisps of almost nothing. A set of completely see-through black panties and bra caught my eye and I asked the attendant to wrap a set that would fit Mom, who I pointed out, and I also got her to wrap up, separately, an identical set in cream. I was careful not to let Mom see me making my purchases and when I had them deep in the pockets of my jacket, that I was carrying, I rejoined her and asked to see what she had chosen. She held up a one-piece in black, then a one piece in blue and finally a bikini also in blue.
“These three have taken my eye and I can’t decide which one. What do you think?”
“Don’t ask me! You know what my sense of fashion is like. Why don’t you try them and then we’ll decide.” Mom nodded her head and, saying that she would do that, she headed for the small changing cubicle with a curtain-covered doorway. I followed her in, ignoring her protests, and sat on the only chair to watch.
“You shouldn’t be in here. What if someone sees?” Mom didn’t seem to keen for me to be in there with her.
“Everyone thinks we are husband and wife and why shouldn’t your husband help you choose a new suit.” I had no intention of moving and she could see this and began to remove her clothes. When she was standing in just her panties and bra, the white cotton set, she picked up the black one piece and went to put it on over her underwear, she was suddenly modest in front of me and I think it was because we were in a public shop.
“Don’t be so ridiculous! You can’t see if they fit properly like that. Now get your undies off – no one but me can see you, and you’ve definitely got nothing left to hide from me.” Mom looked embarrassed, I don’t know whether from her silliness or at the prospect of being naked but she did as I said and removed her bra and nickers. When she had the suit on it fitted her like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination, and it suited her perfectly. The blue single piece also fitted the same way, showing, quite clearly, that her nipples were erect and sticking out, and moulding her pussy so closely that the lips and the split between them were just as obvious as her nipples.
“Hmm not much to choose between those two.” I said, “Try the bikini on.”
The bikini was also an excellent fit and she looked beautiful and sexy in it.
“Lift your arms above your head and stretch up.” I requested, and, when she did as I asked, a strip of her pubic hair became visible. “We’ll have to give you a trim before venturing onto the beach. You’ll have every male there sporting a hard-on when they see you without subjecting them to that as well.” I laughed and suggested that she buy the black one-piece and the bikini and she agreed and removed it to get dressed.
“Come and let me kiss you before you get dressed.” I ordered and, when she came over to me a bit suspicious of my intentions, I dropped to my knees and buried my face below her tummy and kissed her pussy. “I think I might grab a quick taste as well since I’m already down here.” And I gave a couple of swipes along her cunt with my tongue.
“Don’t! How can you do that to me here? Imagine if someone comes in to see why we are taking so long. Let me go. Please.” Mom was getting a bit het-up so I turned her loose and, sadly, watched her cover her nakedness by putting her clothes back on.
We hired a motor scooter when we left the shop and spent the rest of the day touring the island, Mom quickly learning to relax on the pillion seat, and visiting a couple of the beaches to have a swim. It was a lovely, relaxing day and we were quite tired when we got back to the liner. We had timed our return to give us time to change for dinner and, when Mom was sitting naked in front of her mirror, I got my present from my jacket and presented it to her, saying,
“Maybe you might like to wear these to dinner tonight.” and watched as Mom eagerly unwrapped her parcel. Her eyes lit up when she discovered what was inside and held them up to admire them.
“Thank you. Thank you. They are so delicate and beautiful, but they are practically indecent. They won’t hide anything and certainly they’re not for keeping me warm. I might just as well wear nothing.”
“Put them on and let me see you in them.” And Mom put on the bra and slid the panties up to her thighs and then stood and pulled them right on. She stepped into the middle of the room and twirled in front of me, with her arms outstretched. She was beautiful and amazingly sensual with the almost non-existent black underwear concealing nothing, rather accentuating all her hidden charms.
“God you’re sexy! I’m going to enjoy taking them off you tonight. Look at the effect you’re having on me.” I stood to let Mom see how my cock was pushing out the front of my underpants, and then went on, “Now we’d better get dressed or we will miss out and, after all that exercise today, I’m really quite hungry.”
We enjoyed yet another fine meal and stopped in at a bar for about an hour before deciding to have an early night as we were going ashore for another swim next day, the ship not departing until the mid-day tide, and we were getting up early to give Mom a trim for her new bikini. When we reached our cabin we both stripped down to our underwear and I sat on the settee and Mom stood before me. I mouthed at her breasts first and then pushed my face into her crotch and nuzzled at her pussy through her nickers before moving back and removing her bra and then slowly sliding her panties down and off. I moved her around, sat her down on the settee and knelt in front of her and then went down on her. The effect of my mouth and tongue on her cunt had the same effect as last time and Mom was left barely conscious after her orgasm ended.
I helped her to my bunk, stripped off my undies and climbed in beside her, and, as I was reaching over to flick off the light, heard her say.
“Don’t switch it off just yet. I’m going to return what you have just done for me and bring you off with my mouth. I was really enjoying it this morning when you stopped me so this time just lie there and let me finish.” Mom turned to face the bottom of the bed and move down to begin sucking and licking my cock. I was already very hard and excited from my earlier exertions and it was not long before I neared my climax. I had begun to work a couple of fingers in and out of Mom’s pussy, which was right beside my face and from the state of her she was enjoying my blow-job almost as much as me. When I started to cum she made no effort to pull away and began to swallow furiously, managing to take all that I spurted out, probably not a great deal, this being my third spending of the day.
I enjoyed trimming her pubes next morning and talked her in to letting me clear the hairs from round her lips to allow me more access with my tongue and she looked even sexier after I had completed this, and she quickly reaped the oral benefits of letting me do it.
Life on and off the boat continued on in this manner for the rest of our tour and, by the time we re-entered the harbour we had set out from, Mom and I had fucked and sucked each other for many, many hours. We were totally familiar with each others’ body and desires and it was as if we had been wed for a long time. The decision to live together had been made days ago and our next problem was going to be explaining ourselves to Julie and John and his wife. I had told Mom that I would handle this and she had readily agreed, with some relief, not knowing that Julie and I had been having sex for years.
When we got off the plane we expected to be collected by Sue in my car and it came as a big surprise to find out that it was Julie, it looked as if I wouldn’t have to post her gift after all. We didn’t get to say much to her as we went through landing formalities, collected our luggage and cleared customs and we were pleased to eventually be relaxing in my car with Julie driving us home.
“Well, did you guys have an absolutely great time and was the ship all that you expected? Meals great? And the entertainment?” We answered all Julie’s questions and reassured her that we had both had a marvellous trip.
“And what about your love lives? Did you both find some one to have a fling with?” Julie looked over at us and, when she saw Mom blushing, she went on, “You didn’t! Not with each other! I’m ashamed of you both! Don’t you know that sort of carry-on is illegal?” Mom had her scarlet face turned away and missed seeing Julie grin and wink at me. “You just wait till I get the two of you home. I’m going to slap your bare bums. But then – I suppose you’d both enjoy that.” And she laughed out loud.
“Err.. Mom.” I said, to get her attention, “Ah… I sort of forgot to tell you that Julie and I have been fucking each other for years. I didn’t think that she would be too surprised or shocked to learn that we were lovers. The only one I’m worried about telling is John.”
“There’s no need to worry about him. I’ll tell him – you don’t think I went without for all those years after you left home first. We had sex right up till he got married and would probably still be at it if Sue didn’t keep such a close eye on him.” Julie didn’t look the least bit embarrassed about telling us this.
“Damn! Incest going on all around me and I never suspected a thing. I hope your father didn’t know or suspect anything – it would have killed him.” Mom sounded as if she had settled down and she went on, “What are you doing back here, anyway? I thought we wouldn’t see you for ages, your job being what it is?”
“When I got there I realised that I didn’t want to be apart any longer so I resigned my job, sublet my flat and moved back here for good.”
“And where did you intend to live and what happened that suddenly caused this change of heart. No, don’t tell me, let me guess, you were going to move in with Joe here. I thought you both looked a bit guilty when you stayed with me overnight after Dad’s funeral. What are we going to do now as Joe and I were going to live with each other? I suppose I had better move aside for the two of you.” Mom looked distressed at her sudden loss of me and I was just going to reassure her when Julie replied,
“I don’t see why the three of us can’t live together. It would look a lot better to outsiders and unless he’s changed a lot, Joe should be able to keep both of us satisfied. I love sex but I don’t have to have it every night.”
This seemed like a brilliant and logical solution, and, as she said, a mother and daughter combination would appear as if they were chaperoning each other and who would suspect a son doing anything with both his sister and mother present. We decided to have a more formal discussion that night and decide properly but I was sure what the outcome would be after we had considered all the pros and cons and I was already deciding in my mind what furniture and appliances I would bring from my flat.
The End.