Chapter 23: Awful Love - part 2
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However, She had to maintain decency. Besides, she could see the back of Carl's head through the wheelhouse window. Seeing his son dry humping his wife wouldn't do for him.
"That's enough for my back. Let me tie my top and roll over."
Austin rocked back on his heels with the perspiration streaming off him. His dick was so hard it was trying to rip an escape hole in his board shorts. He had nearly cum while applying the lotion, particularly when he oiled the inside of her thighs, and his hand bumped her Mons.
A head-spinning aroma invaded his nostrils. It increased as his application of the suntan oil became more aggressive. He thought he heard his mother moan. But it could have been soft snoring.
He watched as she raised the upper portion of her body and saw the pinkish semi-circle of part of her areola. He held his breath as she fumbled with the string made slippery by the lotion.
"Do you want me to do that for you," he croaked.
He cleared his throat and repeated his offer.
Shirley glanced over her shoulder at her profusely sweating son. His eyes were overly wide. The bulge in his shorts had grown. She saw a wet spot soaking through the material and unconsciously moistened her lips.
One of her fantasies was for her fantasy men to finish their virtual rape by doing a bukkake, coating her in their cum.
Perhaps this had gone too far, she thought.
She was concerned her sexual fantasies and frustrations were converging with her son's pubescent hormonal overload to create a dangerous situation. Again, she shot a guilty glance through the wheelhouse window. Carl was engrossed in playing the ship's captain.
"Yes! Please! The stings are too oily for me to tie them."
Shirley rested the upper part of her body on her elbows. She knew the cups of the bikini top barely covered the nipples of her tits. Austin fumbled for the string ties while staring at the reflection of his mother's nearly exposed breasts in the wheelhouse window.
"One thing at a time, Austin! One thing at a time!"
Her tease of her son acknowledged that she knew he was ogling her breasts with the suggestion of more to see later titillated her. She rationalized the moistness between her legs was perspiration from the steaming hot day.
Austin wiped his oily hands on a towel. He leaned across his mother, trying to grasp the string on the opposite side of her body. He gasped when his hand encountered the fullness of her breast.
"Straddle me, dear! It'll be easier to grasp the strings, and I can raise without scandalizing you by flashing these old saggy tits!"
Shirley's body vibrated like a tuning fork when Austin's hand slid down the mound of her breast as he fumbled for the string. I'm letting this go too far! However, it was exciting to be in this quasi-sexual situation.
"They're not saggy, mom! They're great!"
Austin blurted out his admiration for his mom's chest. He instantly coloured under his deep tan, embarrassed at what he said.
"Why, thank you, baby! It's been years since anyone complimented any part of this old body! Now straddle me so you can tie my top!"
Austin swallowed hard. He threw one leg over his mother's hips. His crotch AND his painfully hard cock rested against her ass.
When he leaned forward to grasp the strings of the bikini top, his tool rested on the crease created by the thin fabric of the bikini bottom stretching across her butt. His mother raised, allowing him to pull the string taut, unintentionally applying pressure on her son's dick.
She used one hand to adjust the cups. She looked at their reflection in the wheelhouse window and smiled.
A tingle permeated her body as she glanced again at their reflection. It looked like they were fucking doggie style, her favourite position. It was a position she and Carl often used for sex. From that position, he could fuck either her ass or her pussy. Although, It was years since he fucked her ass, and she missed it!
Austin leaned across her body, fumbling with the bikini strings, his rigid tool pressed into her ass. He could see his mother's tits hanging in the reflection in the wheelhouse window. He almost lost it when she smiled at him as he stared at the reflection of her breasts in the window.
"We haven't got all day! Move so I can turn over!" She humped her ass up against Austin.
Shirley's voice snapped Austin out of his reverie.
Images of a porn video he watched online played in his mind. In it, a "son," played by an actor too old for the role, pushed his "mother" to the kitchen floor and fucked her from behind while she feigned outrage before finally accepting the inevitable. The actor ultimately shot a stream of cum that covered the woman's ass and back.
Austin was in that position now. He imagined ripping off her bikini bottom, pulling her to her knees, and burying his cock in her pussy.
What, he thought, would momma do if he did as the actor did in the porn movie? Would she resist at first and then accept the inevitable? Would she theatrically scream and moan as the female actress did? What would it feel like to fuck his mother, for her to be his first?
He was aware his parents played kinky sex games. He found silk ropes, handcuffs, and a riding crop hidden under their bed. An internet search revealed his parents were into BDSM. He added forcibly restraining and fucking her to his fantasies about his mother.
Carl saw the markers for the channel leading into their harbourage for the night. He piloted the houseboat into the channel and spied the wooden pier mentioned in the instructions.
He glanced back through the window and did a double-take. His son was straddling Shirley, who was on her belly, looking back at him while he stared down at her. He blinked and shook his head. For a moment, he recalled that as his and Shirley's favourite position for sex. It was disconcerting to see her and Austin in a similar position.
He ruefully shook his head. His imagination was running away with him! He needed a drink and a joint to relax. This vacation was a welcome break from the pressures of his job. A break he sorely needed. He made a mental note to check for cell phone service. He should check in at work to see if all was well.
"Hey, you two! I need a hand docking the boat."
Carl's voice broke Shirley's reverie. For a moment, for just an instant, she had considered the unthinkable! She turned from her son's intense stare to her husband's face looking back at them.
How must we look, she thought?
"Up you! We'll have to finish with the suntan lotion later!"
She thrust her ass up against Austin's crotch, pushing him off her.
Austin groaned as his mother's butt pushed against his painfully rigid penis. He stood and looked down at her lush body, glistening with the suntan lotion.
What had just happened? Even his inexperienced mind knew they had a moment.
He thought his mother was grinding her ass against him just before his father broke the moment. He shook his head, trying to clear it. His fantasies were intruding on reality. No way was his mother humping him!
"Coming, dad!"
He extended a hand. His mother grasped it, and he pulled her to her feet. She stood, lost her balance, and stumbled forward.
Shirley reached out, intending to use his chest as a brake. Instinctively Austin's arms shot out.
His mother fell into his arms, her hands on his chest. His hands inadvertently wrapped around her ass. He flexed his fingers, caressing her pulchritude.
The nearly falling caused Shirley to be disoriented. She pressed her Mons against her son's hard cock and moaned as he caressed her ass.
Her son snatched his hands away from her as though he had encountered a hot stove.
"Sorry!" He mumbled
"No problem!" Shirley said, staring up the eight inches that separated her 5'4" from her son's 6 foot, 200 pounds lightly muscled body.
Now that was a sexy moment, she thought. We had better not have any more of those. It could get out of hand!
Austin scrambled along the walkway leading to the prow of the boat. The bulge in his shorts had not subsided.
Shirley watched the muscles in his hairy muscular legs flex as he opened the gate in the railing and jumped to the old wooden pier. She watched the same strong hands that had gripped her ass grip the rail on the dock.
My son is so strong and virile!
"Throw him that rope, Shirley, so that he can tie it off on the pier."
"Aye! Aye, sir!" she teased, approximating a smart salute.
The houseboat rocked as Carl used the throttle to ease the houseboat into the pier. The pier was in two parts; a lower portion where the boat docked, then a few steps leading up to the sheltered cove.
Shirley squatted with her legs spread, holding the rope. When she looked up, Austin's eyes were even with her crotch. She glanced down. The gusset of the bikini bottom was not only wet; it was pulled between the lips of her pussy.
She glanced up and her eyes locked with her son's eyes.
"Catch!"
She flipped the rope's end to him, then stood and pulled the crotch loose. The rope hit the distracted Austin in the chest as he stared at her exposed pussy.
"Stand to there, matey! Grab the rope and tie us off!" Carl called in a poor approximation of a sailor.
"Got it, dad!"
Austin picked up the rope and tied it to the pier. He turned toward the wooded cove, partially to inspect the scene, partly to hide his hard-on. Somewhere in those woods would be a good place to jack off!
"Give me a hand, Austin!"
Shirley swayed as the houseboat rocked. She grasped her son's offered hand and stepped onto the rickety pier.
"Okay, you landlubbers! We need to unpack the gear and set the tent up. Lend a hand!"
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