Capítulo 1163: @-2
Once they were on the beach, it took Madison a great deal of restraint to avoid looking between her son's legs, now that she'd seen what he possessed and how well he used it. Even with his board shorts on, she thought she could see the faint outline of a bulge at his crotch, one that she knew was nowhere near its full size.
To Madison, David seemed content to lie on his back with his sunglasses over his eyes, but in actuality he was also trying to avoid staring at his mother's body. Having sex with Katherine had taken his edge off somewhat, but as he allowed his mind to drift, he sometimes caught himself thinking back to the sight of his mother's bare breasts and the way they had felt in his hand that morning. He tried to distract himself from those thoughts to avoid developing an embarrassing erection, but the only thoughts he could come up with that seemed to be strong enough to overtake the thoughts of his mother were of Katherine, Sarah, and the unknown woman in the purple bikini he had seen on board the ship. It seemed that the only way he could suppress his hard-on was to occasionally turn over and lie uncomfortably on his stomach. Fortunately, he could chalk that up to wanting to get an even tan.
David realized he must have dozed off, because the next thing he saw after sprawling out on his stomach was Madison beside him, nudging him gently on the shoulder. She was kneeling beside his face, and had at some point shed her shorts, because David got an eyeful of her bikini bottoms. Beads of water clung to the smooth skin of her thighs, causing her skin to glisten in the sun.
"David, baby, wake up," Madison coaxed gently, until David rolled over onto his back and looked up. "We have to head back to the ship, it's due to leave soon."
"Mmmmmm," David groaned. "Was I out for that long?"
His mother leaned over him, causing her long, blonde hair to fall forward, tickling his chest and leaving a trail of dripping water. The motion also caused her ample cleavage to spill downward, straining against her bikini's ability to hold in her breasts.
"Long enough for me to work on my tan and go for a dip," Madison replied, before noticing that David's gaze seemed to gravitate to her chest and rocking herself back onto her haunches. "Now come on up and help me gather up our things so we don't miss our ride."
Unbeknownst to each other, mother and son continued to steal guilt-laden glimpses at each other as they packed up their belongings and walked back to the waiting cruise liner. Once they were back on board and the ship pushed off from the docks, the two enjoyed a quiet, casual dinner in the dining room, then returned to their stateroom. David settled onto the couch and watched television, while Madison lounged about on her bed, seemingly unable to focus on any particular task.
"You okay, Mom?" David asked, noticing the way his mother seemed to bounce between looking at the television, fidgeting with her clothes, and flipping through a map of the ship. "You seem distracted."
"Yeah, I'm just... thinking, I guess," she replied. In actuality, being in the room with David was causing her to replay in her mind the sight of her son having sex, in their room, on her bed. The sheets appeared to have been changed by the hospitality staff, but Madison couldn't shake the notion that she could still smell the sex wafting in the room, and more disturbingly, she could feel herself starting to become aroused by the thought.
"What about?"
"I dunno, just... I wonder how many people have come and gone through this room, you know?" What she was about to say might cross a line, but she felt compelled to test the waters. "And how many people might have had wild, drunken sex in this bed."
David immediately felt his cheeks flush hot as he remembered Katherine's comment earlier in the day about his mother sleeping in the very bed where they'd had sex. He could only imagine Madison's reaction if she knew.
"Oh god, Mom," he chuckled nervously. "You just can't think about that kind of stuff. Otherwise you'll never be able to sleep in any hotel or cruise ship ever again."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Madison replied. "I don't know why I even brought it up. I guess I've just had sex on the mind lately."
She immediately regretted uttering the last sentence, but it was too late; the bell had been rung.
"Welcome to my world," David grinned. "But I'm a teenage boy. What's your excuse?"
Madison sighed. What WAS her excuse? That she'd been so busy putting food on the table that her love life was in shambles? That her son had, with good intentions, cock blocked her best chance of getting laid the previous night? She couldn't say either of those things to David. It wouldn't come out right, and more importantly, it was completely unfair to him.
"Let's... we shouldn't talk about this," she said nervously, shaking her head.
"Why not?"
"You're my son, David. Mothers don't gossip about their sex lives with their sons. It's not... normal."
"Look around, Mom," David replied. "It's just you and me in this room. And unless I missed something, you don't have any super close friends on this ship. So if you don't talk to me about it, who are you going to talk to?"
Whether she liked it or not, Madison knew David was right. She didn't have any other confidants to turn to. And the two of them had always had a particularly close mother/son relationship, in no small part due to the absence of a father or any siblings in David's life.
"Well, if you must know... your mom hasn't exactly had an active sex life lately. Those couple of moments with Joe last night were the closest I've come to a fulfilling sexual experience in a long time."
Madison held her breath as the expression on her son's face turned serious. She hoped she hadn't unloaded too much on him at once.
"How long?" David asked, turning his position on the couch so that he was facing her directly.
"... Years?" Madison blushed furiously. Hearing herself admit it sounded so much worse than it did in her head.
"Jesus, Mom," her son said quietly. "I can't even... I mean, I only started having sex a few years ago, but I can't imagine what it'd be like to go without for years."
"Well, it's not like I don't get any satisfaction at all," Madison protested. "I... sometimes, you know, take care of myself."
"C'mon Mom, I'm not five years old anymore. You don't have to talk around the dirty words. So sometimes you masturbate."
"Yeah... I masturbate," Madison said slowly, as if trying out the words.
"How often?"
"David!"
"Oh come on, you can't just drop something like that and then stop the conversation. If it makes you feel better, I'll go first. I jack off at least once a day, sometimes more."
Madison was surprised at how open David was being with her about his sexuality, but she figured that even though she was only fifteen years older than him, his generation must be even more sexually liberated than hers had been.
"Even while we've been on the ship?" Madison asked.
"I... well, the last couple of days..." Now it was David's turn to get stuck. Should he tell his mother that he'd been getting a steady dose of sex while on the cruise, knowing that she wasn't getting any, and that he was partially responsible for her predicament? Clearly he hadn't thought things through entirely when pushing his mother to have this conversation. "That's not fair, you haven't answered my question yet."
"I get myself off every day or two, if I'm not too tired from work," Madison blurted, before she could talk herself out of it. "Now - have you masturbated while we've been on the ship?"
David shook his head.
"Isn't that a big change for you?" Madison asked. Despite the openness of their conversation, she wasn't ready to admit just yet that she'd witnessed him having sex. "It's been more than two days now."
"Well..." her son blushed and looked down. After struggling internally for a few more beats, he added, "I've been having sex with girls I met on the ship."
"Oh, have you?" Madison hadn't expected David to come clean about it, but she was pleasantly surprised that he did. Maybe he really did want to have a full, open conversation about sex. "Wait, girls? As in more than one?"
"Yup. Once with Sarah, another one of Joe's nieces. And once with this girl Katherine I met on deck."
Madison vaguely recalled the blonde young woman who she had seen tending to Joe's niece Emily and figured that was Sarah, which meant the half-Asian girl she had seen David with earlier that day must have been Katherine.
"Well, at least one of us is getting some," Madison sighed, the nagging sexual frustration tugging at her again. Just talking about sex - even with her son - had stirred up her desires just enough to be distracting.
"Mom, I'm really sorry about what happened with Joe last night," David said sorrowfully. "I didn't realize... if I'd known how long it had been for you..."
"Baby, don't apologize. You did the right thing, watching out for me. I love you so much for it."
"Mom," David started, after a brief silence between them. "Have you had an orgasm at all since we've been on the ship?"
"Today. I masturbated."
"That's good," David started, then paused. "Wait, when? We were together almost all of the day, and you were shopping the rest of the time."
Shit, Madison said to herself.
"I, uh, I came back to the ship," she said softly. "Before we met up to go to the beach."
"Mom... where did you..."
"In one of the restrooms. I... I guess I couldn't wait long enough to walk back to the room."
"Wow, you must have been really turned on."
"You have no idea," Madison said, as the vivid memory of Katherine riding her son's cock on her bed flashed through her mind again.
"So you just, like, went into a stall and masturbated?"
"Mmmhmmm," Madison nodded, before laughing self-consciously. "God, I can't believe I'm telling you all this. My own son! But it feels so..."
"Natural," David finished for her. "I've always been comfortable talking to you, but it's like we can totally tell each other anything right now."
"Yeah, exactly."
"What did you think about when you were in the stall?"
"Oh god," Madison stammered, and then lied. "It was... this porn movie I saw once. It wasn't anything crazy or unusual, just a guy and a girl. She was riding his ... his cock. I just kept picturing the way it went in and out of her, so thick and hard, covered with her juices."
Madison felt her pussy start to throb and her nipples start to harden as she recited the "movie" of David and Katherine that was playing in her mind. She noticed David fidgeting as well, adjusting his pajama pants and trying with little success to hide the developing bulge in his crotch.
"David, baby, we should stop talking about this," she said softly, her breath catching in her chest. "I... I'm getting too turned on thinking about it."
"Yeah," David said, reluctantly. "I'm getting... yeah, we gotta quit."
With the conversation dead in its tracks, an awkward silence settled in between David and Madison as they prepared for bed. Both were too distracted by their own thoughts to speak. As she turned out the lights and slipped under the covers, Madison struggled to ward off the mental vision of her son vigorously pounding away at his half-Asian lover. In his bed by the window, David peered out at the promenade through cracks in the window shade as he pictured his mother locked up in a bathroom stall, her sex glistening and wet with arousal as she buried a finger - or would his mother use two, or three - inside of herself.
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Madison didn't know when she had finally fallen asleep. The first thing she noticed when she woke up, even before fully opening her eyes, was the uncomfortably damp warmth seeping from between her legs. She carefully slipped a finger between her thighs and was shocked at how slick and wet her panties were.
"Fuck," she muttered quietly, tracing up and down the outline of her vaginal cleft with her fingertip, feeling how puffy and swollen her labia were.
It wasn't the first time that Madison had contended with early morning arousal; on more than one occasion, she had awoken in her bed in the midst of a wet dream, and had been forced to relieve herself with her fingers or her silver vibrator. But that was at home in her bedroom, separated from David by the living room of their apartment. With her son in the same room, she couldn't trust herself to stay quiet enough to get off without attracting his attention.
Slipping out of bed, Madison padded quietly over to where David slept, sprawled out on his back. As usual, he had stripped down to his boxers before sleeping. Also as usual, he was still sound asleep. Madison sat down at the edge of his bed, as she had done the first morning of the cruise, and once again found her hand gravitating to his body, tracing the outlines of his well-defined pectoral muscles and his flat stomach. She bit her lip as she glanced downward from his stomach, her eyes settling between his legs, where her view was still obstructed by the thin top sheet that he had pulled over himself. She remembered the sight of his erection from that first morning, and in her state of arousal, felt her mouth - and her pussy - moisten at the thought of seeing it again.
Holding her breath, Madison began to inch the sheet downward, until she had exposed David's boxer shorts down to the bottom of the fly. Unlike the first morning of the cruise, his manhood had stayed flaccid and neatly tucked into his shorts as he slept, but Madison would not be so easily deterred. Keeping an eye on her son's face for any sign that he was waking, she let her slender fingers sneak into the opening of his fly, delicately nudging his limp member until it slipped out of the opening and into her view. Forming a ring with her thumb and forefinger, she grasped the base of his cock and started to tug up and down the shaft slowly, feeling the blood rushing into the spongy flesh of David's cock and engorging it, causing it to harden before her eyes. The shaft thickened in her grasp, and the bulbous head swelled up, growing until the skin on the tip was pulled tight and smooth.
"Oh, David," Madison gasped in awe, as her other hand delved into her panties while she stroked his cock.
"Oh, David," the purple bikini woman moaned, kneeling between David's outstretched legs and stroking his erect cock.David rocked his head back and moaned, running his palms up and down the woman's soft, warm thighs as she jacked him off. He lifted his head up, trying to glimpse the woman's face, but her long, blonde hair fell around her face like a curtain, obscuring her from his view.
Madison froze when she heard her son let out a throaty, sexual moan, but David didn't seem to be waking up. Once she was confident that he was having a dream, Madison began stroking up and down his cock again, fingering herself with her hand in her panties. It was grotesque, and it was dangerous, but it was also exhilarating and exciting.
"Ohhhhh, fuck," Madison whimpered, imagining that the hard cock in her hand was spearing into her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, fuck," the purple bikini woman whimpered, as she climbed on top of David and pressed her wet, dripping pussy down onto his hard dick. Her hot tunnel enveloped him in one stroke. Planting her feet flat on either side of his body, she began to squat up and down on his cock, rivulets of her pussy juice trickling down his shaft as she moved.
"Fuck, that's so good," David groaned.
Madison heard David mumble something that sounded like the word, "Good," but still she continued stroking him, becoming more daring as she moved her hand faster. He still didn't appear to be rousing from his slumber, but from the way his hips occasionally twitched, she suspected that he was now having a wet dream. Her eyes were fixated on the slit at the tip of his cock. She wanted him to cum, so she could see the thick, white spurts of his seed squirting from his engorged member.
The purple bikini woman was riding him at an increasingly furious pace, her tits bouncing up and down for David's viewing pleasure. He still struggled to get a look at her face, but she tossed her head from side to side in ecstasy as she fucked him, throwing her hair in the way of his view.
"Oh god... ahhhh fuck, fuck!" David yelled, feeling the pressure building in his testicles.
"Oh god... ahhhh, fuck, fuck!" David yelled, and suddenly his body began to move, his muscles once again under the control of his mind.
Despite her aroused stupor, Madison realized that this time her son was waking up.
"Mmmmm, shit!" she whimpered in frustration. She was significantly more worked up than when she first woke up, but hadn't reached an orgasm. And she hadn't gotten to see him orgasm, either.
Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away from her son's cock and retreated from his bedside, trying to look busy at the dresser.
David felt his mind jerk back into consciousness at the sound of his own voice. Was he yelling? Was he swearing? When he rolled onto his side and opened his eyes, he saw his mother standing by the dresser, looking at him with a strange look in her eyes. Had she heard him swearing?
It was only then that he realized he had apparently kicked the covers down to his knees in his sleep, and that his cock was throbbing and erect, pointing proudly out from the fly of his boxers. He was teetering on the edge of an orgasm, his interrupted dream of the purple bikini woman still fresh in his mind. Then he realized that his mother wasn't just staring at him; she was staring at his erection.
"Mom?" he said, his voice quavering with uncertainty.
"Oh, David," his mother replied, her voice seeming shaky as well. "You... you're awake. Oh, you... your penis, it's..."
"Yeah, sorry about that," he said sheepishly, as he struggled to tuck his erection back into his boxers. He was able to hide his cock behind the fabric, but he couldn't prevent the fabric from tenting up. "Mom, you're staring."
"Oh, God, David, I'm so sorry," Madison replied, flustered. She suddenly felt inconsolable guilt for what she had allowed herself to do, and for the fact that she regretted being interrupted by David's awakening. "I don't know why I... I'm such a horrible mother."
"Hey, Mom, it's... it's okay," David said soothingly, slowly approaching his mother and placing his hands on her shoulders. "Look, you've been really deprived for a long time. And after our conversation last night... well, we're both horny."
"Oh, David," Madison sighed, feeling a single tear escape from the corner of her eye despite her best efforts. "You don't think I'm awful? Or perverted?"
"It's natural, Mom," David comforted her. "You're a woman, and I'm a... I guess I'm a man now. I snuck a couple of peeks at you yesterday at the beach, too. And I was thinking... it's not fair that you haven't gotten to have crazy sex all the time all these years. I wish I could change that for you somehow, but I can't. You're young, and you're beautiful, and you should be traumatizing your son with the sound of you having sex in the apartment. But if that's not happening for you, the least I can do is let you traumatize me with the sound of you masturbating here on the cruise."
"David, are you saying..."
"I'm saying I want you to masturbate, here in the room, any time you want. It doesn't matter if I'm here."
"Honey, that's sweet of you," she said, running one hand across his cheek. "But I don't know if I'm comfortable with you seeing... that."
"Then I'll go in the bathroom and wait," he shrugged. "Or you can kick me out of the room. I just don't want you to be frustrated anymore because of me."
"I don't want to kick you out," she said with a smile. "But the bathroom should work just fine. Thank you so much, baby."
She pulled her son in for a hug, but gasped audibly when she felt the heat of his still-erect cock pressing against her belly. She stood still as a statute, her hands held away from both his body and hers, as if afraid that her hands would reach for him - his cock, particularly - of their own accord.
"Mom, I'm going to go into the bathroom now," David said. "I'm going to take care of this... and I think you need to take care of yourself while I'm in there, too."
After David had gone into the bathroom and shut the door, Madison stood by herself in the middle of the stateroom, bewildered by what had just transpired. Had she really just made arrangements with her son to inform him when to leave the room if she wanted to masturbate? And then had he really explicitly told her to masturbate, right this moment?
His words resounded in her head like a muffled echo: "I'm going to take care of this."
Her son was masturbating just through the door. The thought of it caused a rush of heat between her thighs, and she felt herself dripping into her already-wet panties. She set herself shakily down on the edge of her bed, spreading her legs and rubbing her fingers across the soaking crotch of her panties. It felt wrong, touching herself with her son in the next room, even more so because he had told her to do it. But it was also surprisingly exhilarating, and Madison began to play with herself more firmly, her fingers settling into the well practiced rhythms and motions that she knew would get her off.
David stood in front of the sink, feeling his hard cock throb as he freed it from the constraints of his boxer shorts. He'd woken on the verge of an orgasm from his wet dream to find his mother staring at his manhood with lust in her eyes, and secretly he had enjoyed her attention. He wanted her to take him in her mouth and finish him off, but he knew it was just the hormones and arousal driving him. Circling his fingers around his cock, he began to jerk off, pumping his hand fast and hard on his shaft. The sooner he reached his orgasm, the sooner he could stop picturing his mother bent over the sink as she had been a few nights ago, with his cock inside of her instead of Joe's. He was deep in a furious rhythm when he heard his mother moan loudly from the other room. It was one moan at first, then another, and then a rhythmic combination of lustful moaning and panting. The pace of his own self-pleasure began to slow as his attention focused on the rising pace of Madison's cries. Wanting to prolong his own pleasure, he switched to long, slow strokes along the length of his cock.
Madison was dripping wet, throbbing, and yet, stuck on the edge. Her entire body was crying out for orgasm as she wriggled out of her panties, splaying her legs wide so that she could finger her pussy with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other, but still she needed more. She bucked her hips up into her own hand, simulating the rhythmic to-and-fro of wild, heated sex, but still it wasn't enough. She impatiently tore her camisole top from her body, tweaking her aching nipples in her fingertips, imagining the tugging and biting of teeth as she pinched the hardened peaks. Still, her body refused her the orgasm that she so desperately wanted.
"Fuck!" she cried out in frustration. "Please, I need to cum!"
She knew that there were only two possible solutions in the stateroom to her problem, and as a mother, one of them was completely unfathomable. The other would have been unfathomable as well just a few days ago, but things had taken an unusual turn, and she was desperate.
"David?" she called out, her hands still maintaining a furious pace between her legs. "David, baby, I need you to do something for me."
David was stunned to hear his mother calling his name, not in ecstasy, but in sexual frustration, seeking his assistance. His mind raced with possibilities at what she would ask. He couldn't imagine that she would ask him to fuck her, or to help stimulate her to orgasm. But could she? After all, he'd been having fantasies of her.
To his own shame, he felt a twinge of disappointment when she elaborated on what she needed.
"There's a silver vibrator in my toiletry bag, at the bottom. Please get it for me."
David felt his cock twitch with excitement as he dug through his mother's travel bag and felt the sleek, cool metal object at the bottom. He had expected to find a small bullet vibrator, something compact and easily hidden, but to his surprise, his mother's toy was a long, full-length vibe. As he held the metal phallus in his hand, he couldn't help but wonder how many times his mother had experienced orgasm with her toy buried inside of her. For perhaps the first time in his life, David felt jealous of an inanimate object.
"I've got it, Mom," he called out. "Let me know when you're covered up."
"David, just bring it!" Madison pleaded.
When he opened the bathroom door, the first thing David heard was Madison's continued gasps and sighs, no longer muffled by the wall between them. Then he heard the wet sloshing of his mother's fingers in her pussy, and when Madison came into his view, he realized that she absolutely had not bothered to cover up. She was stark naked with her legs dangling off the edge of the bed, her thighs and knees pulled as wide open as they could possibly be. David had an unobstructed view of her slender fingers plunging in and out of her pink, engorged pussy lips frantically, while the fingers of her other hand alternated between aggressively stimulating her clitoris and roughly tugging at her own nipples. So erotic was the sight before him that David forgot he was watching his own mother, or that he had emerged from the bathroom with a specific task to perform.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Madison chanted repeatedly, the severe frustration evident in her voice. Then she saw her son standing there, holding her gleaming vibrator in his hand. "David, give it to me. Please, I need it."
Madison could feel her son's gaze burning across her naked body as he wordlessly handed her the vibrator. She wasted no time switching the toy on, the quiet hum of its vibration filling the silence between mother and son. She dropped the toy directly between her legs and plunged it into herself.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried, as her body acclimated to the sudden intrusion and the coolness of the metal.
She immediately felt the vibrations lifting her up from the plateau that had so frustrated her, and the need to stimulate her nipples with her free hand quickly disappeared as she clutched at the sheets with one hand and held the vibrator in place with the other. Madison's hips began to writhe and buck, her body now seizing control of its own movements from her mind as she raced closer to the edge.
"Haaahh.... unnnhhhh!" she moaned loudly with each frenzied breath, no longer focused enough to form words. "Ngggghhh!"
So preoccupied with her own impending climax, Madison didn't even realize David was still standing at the edge of the bed until the very last moment. His cock was in his hand, the tip wet with oozing pre-cum and looking more engorged than she had ever seen it as he stroked himself, his eyes fixated on the overt sexual display she was inadvertently putting on for him. When she looked at her son's face, she recognized the look of a man on the brink of orgasm, nearly as strongly as she recognized the own feeling inside of her that she was about to topple over the brink and lose control.
"Da...David," she gasped, struggling to hold back the tidal wave building within herself, even as the constant stimulus of her vibrator tore at the walls of her restraint. "Go... don't... can't see me... ohhhhh fuck!"
David could feel himself swelling in his hand, ready to burst, when he heard his mother speak his name. At first he thought she was moaning his name, fantasizing of him as he had been of her, but then he heard her struggle to tell him something. He only realized as he was about to burst that she was asking him to leave the room so that he wouldn't witness her orgasm. He wanted nothing more than to do exactly that which his mother was trying to get him not to do. He wanted to feel himself explode as he watched her orgasm, perhaps even spatter her stomach and breasts with his cum. But somehow through his raging hormones, he remembered the deal he had made with her, that he was supposed to be in the bathroom when she masturbated. Gripping the base of his cock tightly in a desperate move to suppress his orgasm, he took one last glance at his mother clinging to the edge of ecstasy and retreated to the bathroom.
Even as her son left in response to her somewhat garbled commands, the knowledge that he was watching her and getting off on it broke down the last barriers within her, and Madison succumbed to her orgasm. Her fingers twisted the sheets tightly and her body thrashed beyond her control she felt herself carried away on wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through her. Somewhere amidst the craze of her orgasm she could hear David's voice echoing from the bathroom, and she knew instinctively that he was cumming, too.
"Ohhhhh, David!" she moaned, adding her voice to his as a powerful aftershock, the first of several, rippled through her inner muscles, causing her pussy to clench and spasm around her vibrator.
She could hear her son gasping and calling out back to her, until finally both their voices fell silent and she laid sprawled out on the bed, gasping for air and feeling utterly spent. Eventually her breathing slowed, and she regained enough control over herself to reach down and switch off the still-vibrating toy before slowly withdrawing it from her satisfied channel, feeling her pussy muscles clinging to every last inch of the sleek, metal phallus until it slipped out from inside of her, covered with a thick layer of her slick juices. Bringing the toy to her lips, she rubbed her cum on her lips, tasting herself as she had done after masturbating for many years.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed happily, imagining that she was tasting her juices off the lips of a lover. Or, better yet, the cock of a lover.
The thought of being with a man suddenly reminded of her son in the other room, and panic over what had just been transpired momentarily seized her.
"David?!" she called out nervously, forcing herself to her feet.
David stood over the sink, resting his weight on one hand against the counter while he massaged his deflating penis in his other hand, milking the last drops of his seed as a large puddle of his cum slowly oozed down the sink toward the drain. He'd cum hard, releasing more cum than he had seen come out of himself in a long time. Yes, he'd been aroused when he woke up, but he knew there was more at work than just his wet dream. Seeing and hearing his mother masturbate had aroused him in a way nothing else ever had, and his body had responded accordingly. Right or wrong, subconsciously he had wanted to fill his mother with his seed.
The sound of his mother calling to him prevented David from contemplating the ethical implications of his incestuous desire. Before he could respond, his mother appeared at the door of the bathroom, clutching the top sheet from her bed to her collar, letting the sheet cover her otherwise naked body. David stumbled over himself reaching for his boxers, which he had discarded on the floor of the bathroom earlier. It seemed that with the moment gone, both he and his mother had rediscovered some sense of boundaries and decency around each other.
While her son struggled to get back into his underwear, Madison carefully took a few steps into the small bathroom, reminded by the cool air against her back, which was still damp with perspiration, that she was still extremely nude, notwithstanding the sheet that was currently draped across her front side. She stopped at the sink, her eyes drawn to the large pool of thick, milky cum that was still making its way into the drain. Despite the fact that David was living proof of the life-changing consequences of unprotected sex, the sight of his semen slowly running down the sink reminded Madison of how much she enjoyed the feeling of a lover's cum filling and dripping out of her. In the deepest of her sexual desires she still remembered the way she felt as David's father's seed had trickled out of her after their fateful coupling. Seeing David's cum pooled up in the sink, she wished, much to her embarrassment, that it were inside of her instead, or perhaps trickling down her throat.
"David, sweetie," she said softly, driving the taboo thought from her mind. "I... that didn't... are we okay?"
The way her son looked at her when he turned to respond made a shiver run up her spine, and caused her to feel as if the sheet she held to her body had turned transparent. What she saw in David's eyes was undeniably more than simply the love of a son for his mother.
"Yeah, we're okay," David said, his voice hinting at much more. "That was... it was awesome, Mom."
"I'm sorry you had to see me like that," she said, though the nagging voice in her head told her that she was anything but. She did her best to sound motherly and authoritative. "If this happens again - and I'm not saying it will - you'll be in the bathroom the whole time. I know you're a guy and what you saw ... that it didn't matter that I'm your mother. But it can't be that way. Understand?"
David nodded silently, though Madison questioned whether either of them would have the restraint to follow through. She tried to pull the sheet up around her back as she walked out of the bathroom, but she could swear she felt her son's gaze following her buttocks as she left.
As she pulled on a long t-shirt to cover her nudity and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to rid herself of her "just fucked" appearance - which, in this instance, would not be particularly accurate anyway - Madison felt the ship slow as it pulled into port. A quick glance at the itinerary that she kept on the desk under the mirror told her that their stop that day was Jamaica. As in Haiti, she had planned to spend the morning exploring the local sights, and then take in some sun at the beach in the afternoon. She had intended to ask David to join her, but suddenly felt awkward about the idea.
"David?" she called out.
"Yeah Mom?" her son replied over the sound of running water from the sink.
"What were you planning to do today?"
"I dunno," David said, stepping out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, a few stray rivulets of water trickling down his neck from his face. "I was thinking of just going around with you, maybe go to the beach again. Why?"
Madison hesitated, and the concern on her face must have been evident to David.
"Mom, it's nothing like that," he said reassuringly. "Just mother/son time. You know, the reason we're on this trip in the first place?"
David wasn't sure if it really was "nothing like that," but it seemed to assuage his mother's concerns.
"I guess it would be kind of silly to avoid each other the rest of the trip just because we're both adults with adult, um, needs, right?" Madison said sheepishly. "Okay, well, let me get into my bathing suit and get some stuff together, and we can head down. I guess maybe I should hop in the shower before that, too."
She could feel David's eyes suddenly on her again, and immediately regretted mentioning getting into the shower. Shower sex was one of her pleasures; it seemed perhaps David had inherited the same desires. She opened her mouth to scold her son, but thought better of it. David was still an eighteen year old boy, but he was also a dutiful son. Madison knew he would keep his word about not letting what they had done that morning get out of hand. It would just take him awhile to get it all out of his system.
After her shower, Madison stepped into her chosen bikini for the day, then topped it with a light blue tank top and a wrap around her waist. When she walked back into the main room, David was reclining on the couch in his board shorts and a sleeveless tee, surfing through channels on the TV.
"Ready to go sweetie?"
David smiled up at her, a charming smile that made her swoon a little bit inside.
"You bet. Where to first?"
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After spending the morning exploring local shops and seeing the sights, Madison and David followed the crowds down to the sparkling white sands and clear blue waters of a local beach, laying out their beach towels on an open spot not too far from the surf. David sat down on his towel and pulled his shirt over his head, getting his shirt off just in time to see his mother standing in front of him with her back turned, releasing her wrap from around her waist. He felt his breath catch in his chest as he saw the bikini bottoms that clung tightly to Madison's firm ass: purple and white striped bikini bottoms. As he watched his mother pull her tank top up and over her head, wiggling her hips slightly as she worked the tight shirt over the swell of her breasts, David first wondered if it was just a coincidence that his mother also owned a purple and white striped bikini, but then quickly began pondering how he could have failed to recognize the woman he'd seen the first day on board the ship as his own mother.
It took him awhile to realize that his mother was trying to say something to him.
"David... David?" Madison repeated his name, before kneeling in front of him and leaning in to speak softly to him. "I know you're young and your hormones are raging, but sweetie, you can't stare at me in public like this. It's... I'm flattered, but it also makes me uncomfortable, and it's not... it's just..."
"Mom, it's okay," David replied. "I didn't mean to stare, I just... zoned out. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
"I believe you, sweetie, I just... I don't want what happened this morning to make things crazy between us. I don't know what I would do if that happened, you understand? You're my entire world."
"I know, Mom, I don't want things to be weird with us either. I just slipped, that's all."
Madison knew her son was genuine, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she could feel his gaze on her body as the afternoon progressed. She could feel other men on the beach sneaking glimpses at her when they passed by, too, but somehow what she felt from David seemed different. It lingered, and it seemed to cut right through her. She felt as if her son could peer into her, and feared that he could see the fire smoldering inside of her every time she thought of him or looked at him. Hoping to escape his piercing gaze for a little while, Madison got to her feet and headed to the water.
"Hey, Mom, are you going to take a swim?" David asked, getting to his feet. "I'll come with you. I think I'm starting to burn out here."
Madison couldn't say no; it was, after all, a public beach. As mother and son plunged into the crystal waters, though, she felt her worries and concerns washing away, and soon both of them were laughing, splashing, and generally having a good time swimming. As the afternoon progressed, the tide started to come in higher, and the rolling waves grew slightly stronger.
"Hey Mom, I think it's almost time to go!" David called out to Madison, taking note of the sun's position on the horizon. "The ship leaves port pretty soon, right?"
"I'll be right there, honey," Madison replied, swimming toward her son.
Once she was within a few feet of David, both of them made their way toward shore, switching from swimming to standing once the water was at mid-chest height. Before they were clear of the sea, however, a particularly strong wave took both of them by surprise, staggering David and completely knocking Madison off her balance. She tumbled into her son, who dropped to his knees. Even though they were close to shore, Madison instinctively clung to her son's stronger, taller form, throwing her arms around his neck and hooking one leg around his waist as the water swirled around them, and then receded.
"Whoa, that was pretty crazy!" David laughed, as Madison blew water from her lips, her long blonde hair spilling across her face and obstructing her view.
But Madison didn't need her eyes to feel her son's strong arms cradling her, or the muscles of his chest, firmly flexed as his body brushed against her ample breasts, which were mashed tightly between their bodies. And then her son's fingers were sweeping the hair from her face, and her gaze was met by David's piercing blue eyes. His fingertips lingered on her cheeks, tucking stray strands of hair behind her ear. Madison felt her breath quicken and her legs start to tremble slightly as the unwelcome rush of excitement she had struggled to hold at bay rushed through her, racing down her spine and creating a surge of warmth deep inside of her. Her fingers curled into the hair at the base of her son's neck and she wrapped a second leg around his waist, lifting herself onto him. She felt his hands slide underneath her thighs to pull her to him, then shift to cup her buttocks. And then she felt the unmistakably hot hardness of his erection brushing against the cleft of her ass.
"David," she whispered, voice trembling.
She took his face in her shaking hands, her mouth dry with a mixture of nervousness and excitement as she leaned toward him.
"I..I... I can't!" she stammered, pulling her lips away from his at the last moment. "We can't. This... this is..."
"Mom... it's okay..."
"No, it's not okay!" she cried, exasperated by her own conflicted feelings. "I'm your mother. You're my son. This... David, please, let me go. Let me go!"
She hurriedly pushed away from him and waded the rest of the way to the beach, gathering her belongings in a near-breakdown and rushing back toward the ship, not waiting for David to catch up. She hurried up the boarding ramp and impatiently waited for the ship's security to clear her, hoping that David would not manage to catch up with her as she queued in line with the other returning passengers. After what seemed like an eternity the security officer waved her through and she started in the direction of their stateroom, then stopped. She knew David would head back to the room once he was on board, and Madison didn't trust herself to be cooped up in the small enclosed space with her son at that moment. And even if she did manage to restrain herself from acting on her forbidden desires, she wasn't sure if she could fathom the awkwardness of sitting in silence, trying to make small talk as if nothing had happened. Tying her wrap back around her waist so as not to be too scantily clad, Madison headed in the direction of the promenade.
When he arrived back on board the ship, David was surprised and disappointed to find that his mother was not in their stateroom. She had left in such a hurry that she should have made it back to the room a good five or ten minutes ahead of him, but the room was immaculately made up, showing no sign that anyone had been inside after the service staff. David briefly considered disembarking the ship again to search for Madison on shore, but shortly after the thought crossed his mind, he remembered catching a glimpse of her - more specifically, her distinctly patterned purple-and-white striped bikini bottom - far ahead of him in the security line on the way back in. Clearly his mother had returned to the ship, so David knew at least that she was not in danger of being left behind in a foreign country. That knowledge was reassuring to him as he felt the gentle tug of the luxury liner setting into motion, pushing away from port and into the open seas once again. Surmising that his mother simply didn't wish to be in his company at that moment, David glumly undressed and hopped into the shower to rinse the salt and sand from his body.
David waited in the stateroom for his mother to return until hunger got the better of him, forcing him to change out of his beach attire and head to the dining room in search of food. He scanned the crowd while there, hoping to catch a glimpse of his mother somewhere, but without much luck. He was beginning to get worried, but Madison had seemed extremely upset earlier in the day, so he didn't want to sound a false alarm if it turned out that his mother was just off on her own somewhere, blowing off steam.
The stateroom was still empty when he got back from dinner, showing no sign that his mother had returned. To reassure himself, David started running through possible places where his mother could be. She could be at a bar, mellowing out over a couple of drinks. She could be in one of the clubs, making new friends and dancing. She could be with a man, relieving the sexual tension that had clearly built up in both of them that afternoon at the beach. The last thought caused a streak of jealousy to run through David's mind. In his mind's eye he could see it: a man pulling his mother's striped bikini bottoms down the sensuous curvature of her ass cheeks and peeling them down her thighs before bending her forward, spreading her thighs, exposing her waiting vulva.
Shaking off the thought, David looked for ways to busy himself. He waited up for his mother as long as he could, hopping from channel to channel on the television, checking his email, even doing a little bit of reading. Eventually, he felt his eyes grow heavy. Resigned to the fact that his mother wouldn't be returning for the night, David turned in.
To David's surprise when he awoke the next morning, Madison was not only back in their stateroom, but already up and about.
"Hey, when did you get back?" he asked sleepily.
"Late," his mother replied, looking over her shoulder as she rummaged through her luggage. "I had a few too many margaritas and dozed off on a lounge chair near the pool. One of the ship's crew had to wake me up and send me home after pool hours ended."
"Geez, mom, I was worried. I would've gone looking for you, but I didn't think you would want to see me."
"Oh, David, I'm so sorry," she told him genuinely. "I just needed some time to myself. I didn't mean to be gone for so long, or to make you worry."
"I'm sorry too," David said. "For yesterday."
"It's okay, sweetie," Madison reassured her son. "I shouldn't have gotten so worked up over it. It is what it is, you know? We're on vacation. I just want to relax and enjoy ourselves, without getting all worried about who's doing what wrong."
"Wait, does that mean..." David started, confused.
"It means it is what it is," Madison said with a smirk. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to hop in the shower and get into some fresh clothes. We're at sea today, so I plan to have a nice, leisurely day."
A nice, leisurely day was exactly what Madison had. Although it seemed David was pondering the meaning of her words the whole day, Madison thought nothing of it. She enjoyed a relaxing massage and treatment at the on-board spa, where she also got a recommendation for a beach spot off the beaten path at their next and final destination, which her masseuse promised was well worth the effort of getting to. Following a short lunch with David, Madison rounded out her day with a little cardio at the fitness center and some time on the topless deck to even out her tan.
By the time she returned to the stateroom in the late afternoon, Madison felt wholly satisfied by her day, with one notable exception. As she stripped out of her clothes to rinse off in the shower before dinner, she was revisited by the hungry, aching desire deep in her core - the one that reminded her that, past the halfway point of the trip, she still had not enjoyed the satisfaction of having an orgasm with a cock buried inside of her. With the constant sexual tension between her and David, the need felt particularly difficult to ignore. She knew that it was in part due to a lack of effort on her part. She had no doubt that she could easily find a man to tempt into a one-time hookup, just to enjoy the feel of flesh on flesh for a little while, but something inside her was preventing her from taking that route.
Maybe I'm just not the irresponsible little girl I used to be, Madison thought to herself, as she looked at her naked body in the mirror. But if this deprivation is the price of responsibility....
Madison knew her son would be back soon to meet her for dinner, but she decided to take a chance and brought her vibrator out of its hiding place. The design was waterproof, so she stepped into the small shower with her toy in hand.
"Mmmmm," Madison sighed, rolling the smooth, metal surface of her toy over her neck and shoulders, rolling her head from side to side as the metal and water mingled on her skin.
She drew the tip of her vibrator across her collarbone, then slid the metallic phallus into her cleavage, sliding it up and down slowly between her ample breasts before dragging it down over her flat stomach. She felt her arousal start to build as she traced the tip over her mound, and finally she let the toy slip between her legs, stroking the full length of the metallic shaft along the slit of her pussy lips.
"Ahhhhh.... mmmmm," she hummed, switching on the toy's vibration and dialing it down to the lowest setting, feeling the steady buzz against her sex.
Madison moved her hips to and fro, feeling the hunger inside of her awakening into a lustful need. She closed her eyes and imagined that it was not a sex toy gliding along her slit, but a hard, swollen flesh-and-blood cock.
"Yes, baby," she sighed, speaking to her fantasy lover. "Oh god, I need you inside me."
As she envisioned her lover's cock spreading her pussy lips, she pressed the sleek tip of her vibrator into her outer folds, feeling the vibrations humming against her entrance. The bullet shape of the tip always required a bit more imagination on her part, and as she slipped the slender end inside of her pussy, she tried to imagine the feeling of being stretched open by a thick cockhead.
"Unnnngghhh," she grunted, between tight, quick breaths. "Yes, all the way... give it to me all the way."
With steady pressure she slid the long, silver vibe deep into her hungry pussy, feeling her hot, slick juices squish out around the contours of the toy before being swept away by the shower. She clenched the vibrator tightly with her internal muscles, letting the steady vibration radiate through her core. Gradually she dialed up the vibration setting, her breath coming in shallow gasps, feeling her pleasure grow with each increase.
"Ohhhh, baby, I need this," she cooed to her fantasy lover.
Making sure that her toy was held tightly by her vaginal muscles, Madison moved both her hands to her breasts, tugging and kneading at her ample mounds and imagining the strong, firm hands of her fantasy man in their place. She pulled and pinched her nipples, fantasizing of nips from his teeth and the warm, wet lashing of his tongue. She continued until the pleasure from the constant vibration between her legs was too great to ignore, and she dropped one hand between her soft thighs to slide her toy out of her to nearly its full length before thrusting it back inside again.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried, spreading her legs wider, as the shower stall would allow, and repeating the motion. "Ohhhhhh fuckkkk!"
Her knees began to buckle as she thrust the toy in and out of her again, and she braced her free hand against the wall of the shower to support herself. In her mind's eye she could see her lover's cock sliding in and out of her, his delightfully thick flesh impaling her time and time again. She felt the familiar tingles building inside of her, radiating through her vaginal walls and outward into her tummy.
"Oh god, don't stop baby, I need to cum," she moaned. "Oh yes... yes... fuck.... fuck me... yes!"
Madison's pace increased until she was pumping her vibrator rapidly in and out of herself, fantasizing about the hard, furious fucking that would bring her over the edge. Between the buzzing of the toy, the loud spattering of the shower, and her own moans, she didn't hear the electronic lock on the stateroom door whirring and cycling.
The first thing David heard when he returned to the room was the sound of the shower running. After spending most of his day poolside, he had planned to shower off before dinner, but it appeared he would have to wait his turn. He tossed his shirt onto the top of the dresser and began to search for a fresh set of clothes for dinner, but he didn't get far before he realized there were other sounds coming from the bathroom on top of the sound of the shower.
Madison was close, oh so close. Her wrist was starting to tire from fucking herself with her toy so relentlessly, but she could feel the elusive orgasm, like an explosion inside of her waiting to happen. All she needed to do was set it off... and every thrust felt like it could be the one. Physically, the toy was doing its work. She just needed her mind to free herself and she would be there. With her hand still continuing to thrust her toy in and out, she closed her eyes once more and retreated into her world of fantasy.
"I'm so close, baby," she moaned. "Don't stop fucking me. Don't ever stop."
This time her fantasy lover answered, his voice a deep, husky whisper in her ear as he kissed her neck and nibbled her earlobe.
"I won't. Cum for me. Let me feel your pussy cumming on my cock. It's so hard, all for you. Cum on my cock."
"Yes, yes, I want to cum for you so bad!" she cried, gyrating and thrusting her hips, a hint of frustration slipping into her voice. In her fantasy, she reached for her lover, running her hands up his muscular body and over his broad shoulders, cupping his cheeks before meshing her fingers into his hair.
She looked up at him. She wanted - needed - to see his face gazing back at her. Somehow she knew that was what she needed at that moment. She gasped in a mix of pleasure and surprise when she looked at her fantasy lover, who had until that moment been faceless in her mind, and saw the loving eyes of her son looking back at her.
"David...," she moaned, feeling the tingles spreading out over her breasts and neck, as her entire body began to be overtaken. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!"Even though he knew it was an intrusion, curiosity and arousal had gotten the better of David. The undeniable sexual tension he had felt between him and his mother the previous day still had his body on edge, and when he heard Madison moaning in the shower, he had become immediately hard. He had intended only to listen from the door, but his cock ached and begged to be released from his board shorts, so he had taken himself in hand, stroking his hard-on as he listened to Madison. But then he heard her moan his name.
"David."
A sudden rush of excitement swept through him. She was fantasizing about him. Imagining him, fucking her, as she masturbated. In a way, it relieved him of the guilt he felt. Somewhere in his mind he knew it was still wrong, but the confirmation that she felt it too made it seem less so. Emboldened, he took a step into the steamy bathroom, his engorged penis still wrapped in his fist. He could see the shadowy silhouette of his mother's body through the shower curtain, and he suddenly recalled the sight of her naked and sprawled out on the bed the morning before, thrashing in the grip of her orgasm. She had ordered him away then, but had she been fantasizing of him then, too?
One step became two, and then David was standing beside the curtain of the shower. He could hear Madison on the other side, moaning and panting - for him. He stood there unmoving for a few moments, unsure of what to do. Silly as it was, it felt as if the thin barrier of the plastic shower curtain could protect him from crossing the unseen line, but somehow he knew he had already crossed it. Steeling himself, he pulled the curtain open slightly and stepped into the shower with his mother.
In her fantasy, Madison was kissing David furiously, their tongues twisting in a wet, erotic dance as he continued to fuck her, Her entire body was abuzz and ablaze with arousal, and she knew from the tightening of her muscles that it wouldn't be long. Any uncertainty she had felt over fantasizing about her own son had been swept away, overshadowed by the intense delight and pleasure she was experiencing in every inch of her body.
The sound of the shower curtain rustling jerked her suddenly from her fantasy, but when her eyes snapped open, David was still there. His thick, beautiful cock was standing at full erection just inches from her, and he was stroking himself furiously, his gaze penetrating her to the core as he took in the sight of her naked body.
His eyes locked on hers, and neither mother nor son could deny what was happening in the moment anymore. Madison knew she should have put a stop to it, but she was so close, she couldn't bring herself to stop. The unabashed lust she saw in her son's eyes only fueled her, stoking the fire inside of her far more than her own fantasy of him had done. She felt her chest tighten, a feeling so intense she believed for a moment that her nipples might tear through her own skin. The tingling in her body became absolutely electric, and with one last thrust of her vibrator, she felt everything inside of her fall away as her pussy began to clench and contract.
"Aaaaaaaahhhh!" she cried, her entire body quaking and trembling. "Ahh! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhh!"
Her knees buckled again as every muscle in her lower body slipped from her control in the midst of a wave of pleasure, and she nearly doubled over in ecstasy. She instinctively reached forward, her hands finding David's muscular shoulders. She grabbed at his wet skin, fingers scrambling until they laced behind his neck and she pulled herself to him. Her damp skin slipped and slid against his and she buried her face in his neck, cooing and moaning until she had ridden out the remaining waves of her orgasm.
David had been caught by surprise by his mother's sudden stumble forward. To that moment he had been completely fixated on her body, unable to tear his eyes from the way her hips thrust and bucked uncontrollably as her orgasm overcame her, or from the way her full breasts quivered and jiggled with each movement of her body. His cock was hot and hard in his hand, and he was eagerly charging toward the moment when he would find his own release. But then Madison had fallen forward into him, and he had released his grip on himself so that he could grab hold of her wet, slippery body, pulling her into him as she continued to cum.
The newfound feeling of his mother's body pressed against him, her excitement radiating from her skin in palpable waves of body heat and her damp, soft breasts squished against his chest, was almost enough to replace the sensation that had been lost from his own masturbation. He could hear her muffled moans as she rubbed herself against him. He knew she was absolutely lost in her own release, and held her tightly until he felt the trembling in her body begin to subside and her breathing start to slow a little.
When she had finally regained some sense of control over her own body, Madison opened her eyes and found herself staring into the curve of her son's neck, her cheek resting against his shoulder as the showerhead continued to spatter water down on both of them. It took her a few moments to remember that this was no fantasy - it was David's arms wrapped around her, his body that she was pressed against... and he had seen every moment of her orgasm. Slowly her senses came into focus, as if she were coming out of a fog. Gradually she could hear the pitter-patter of water from the shower and the rattle of her vibrator buzzing against the floor of the shower, where it had fallen at some point while she was in the throes of pleasure. She could feel the heat emanating from David's body against hers, and the hard protrusion of...
"Oh," she gasped, realizing that the hardness pressing into her belly was David's erection.
Without looking down, she let one hand trail down her son's wet abdomen, groping for the hardness wedged between their bodies. She hesitated as her fingers neared the base of his cock. A pang of guilt struck her. She should have ended this already. But after what had already happened, did it even matter?
David was certain that everything would come to an awkward and immediate halt when his mother regained her senses and realized what they were doing. His certainty turned to confusion when Madison's hand began working its way down his body, reaching between his legs. Was she really doing what he thought? He felt himself holding his breath as her fingers lingered just shy of touching his manhood.
"Mom," he whispered hoarsely, finally breaking the silence.
"Shhhh," Madison replied, pulling his face to hers until their foreheads touched. "I just..."
Her breath was becoming ragged again, and when she finally peered down between their naked bodies, the sight of his straining cock stirred the desire within her once more. As if worried she would harm her son's erection, she delicately traced her fingers along the length of his hardness, from the base all the way to the tip.
"You're so hard," she whispered. "So hard and so big..."
She ran her fingertips back down his length and curled her fingers around the base, feeling the way he throbbed in her grip. Slowly she began to stroke up and down his cock, turning her face upward. She was greeted by an expression of pure pleasure on his face, his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted, drawing in short, quick breaths.
"Fuck, mom," David moaned. "That feels so good."
Madison had heard her son swear before, but never with such arousal in his voice. The way he nearly growled the words caused a renewed rush of heat and wetness between her legs.
"Yes, baby," she cooed, stroking him in progressively quicker movements. "Are you going to cum? You got to see me cum... it's only fair for me to see you."
"Ahhhh god, yes," he moaned loudly. "I'm so close already."
"That's it baby... cum for me. Let it all out."
Their faces were so close together that Madison could feel each ragged breath her son took. Mere inches separated her parted lips from his, and with each breath she felt as if she were breathing him in. With her free hand she reached up to the base of his neck and pulled his face toward her, until their foreheads touched and their noses rubbed together. She rolled her face from side to side, just breathing and feeling her son's face rubbing against hers.
David was groaning audibly as his orgasm drew nearer. The way Madison was rubbing against him, cheek to cheek, then nose to nose and forehead to forehead, was something that was new to him, and yet surprisingly erotic. That, coupled to their wet, naked bodies sliding against one another and her skillful stroking of his erection, was more than enough to drive his senses crazy. He could feel the heat of her breath on his lips each time their mouths slid past one another, water drizzling down between their faces. As Madison's parted lips swept past his again, he couldn't resist the growing urge to kiss her, and swiftly captured her mouth with his, slipping his tongue into his mother's open mouth.
Madison gave a whimpering moan of surprise and delight as David swept her into their first kiss. It was wet, urgent, and sloppy -- just the way she needed it to be in that moment, and even better than she had imagined it in her fantasy. She responded forcefully, tightening her embrace around him and kissing him back fully with lips, tongue, and teeth. Had they not been under the constant spray of the shower, their faces would have quickly been smothered in their saliva as they eagerly devoured one another and their tongues intertwined. She closed her eyes as she lost herself in the kiss, but opened them once more as she heard David start to grunt and moan loudly into her mouth. She looked down between them, where her hand still held tightly to his erect penis, just in time to see the first thick, white spurt of his semen spill out of him, spattering briefly onto her belly and hip before being rinsed away by the shower.
"Mmmmmppph!" her son moaned into her mouth, his hips jerking as the first jet of cum was followed by another, then another.
They kept their mouths locked together as he spilled several more spurts of his seed onto her hand and body, until finally his orgasm subsided. She gripped him tightly at the base of his cock and gave one more firm stroke upward toward the tip, milking the last few drops of cum to the tip of his now overly sensitive member, eliciting a shudder and a loud gasp.
Finally, she let their lips separate and they both stood in silence, bodies pressed together, breathing raggedly as the shower rained down around them.
"Oh, David," Madison sighed. With the rush of excitement finally receding, she felt fear and doubt beginning to overtake her. "What did we just do?"
"Mom... it was so hot," he panted, not quite grasping her mounting distress.
Hearing him call her "mom" only heightened her unease. But as she looked down at their naked bodies, over his toned and muscled torso and down to where his softening cock still lay in her hand, Madison couldn't square what she saw - the sexy man that she saw - with the knowledge that he was her son. Even after her release, she still felt an aching desire for him.
Bending down to pick up her forgotten toy and switch it off, she again found herself nearly facing his manhood, which even flaccid, stirred the urge within her to take it into her mouth. She knew she needed couldn't stay in the intimate setting of that shower with him. She had to get away, even if just into the next room. They had crossed many lines already, but there were more that needed to remain uncrossed.
"I... I think you should clean yourself up," she said, the words sounding far less convincing than she had hoped. "I'll let you have the shower now."
Madison retreated quickly, before David could protest. She grabbed a towel on her way out of the bathroom, not otherwise stopping to dry off, leaving a wet trail of water droplets on the carpet as she fled to the main area of the stateroom. Once there she wrapped her body in the towel, leaning forward onto the dresser to support herself on shaking arms, feeling her unease growing into a wave of physical discomfort.
"Oh god," she said aloud. "What have I done?"
Despite being wet and naked underneath the towel, she felt as if her skin was starting to burn as she fought back her panic. They hadn't actually had sex, she tried to rationalize. He'd already seen her naked anyway, and she'd been seeing him naked all his life. To her dismay, just the thought of him naked made her chest tighten once more in excitement.
In the midst of wrestling with her own conscience, Madison realized that she no longer heard the sound of the shower drumming against the bathtub. She wasn't sure when the water had turned off, but when she turned, she saw David standing across the room, watching her. He didn't have on a stitch of clothing and no towel was to be found. His naked body glistened as water dripped off of him. There was a look on his face, a determination, that Madison found inexplicably arousing. She tried to look at him and remember her little boy, but it was as if that memory had been completely replaced by the handsome, naked man standing before her.
She stood frozen in place as he walked toward her, unable to move even as he circled an arm around her waist and pulled her body against his. It wasn't until he leaned forward to kiss her that she found some strength, managing to wedge her arms between them and place her palms flat against his broad shoulders.
"David," she sighed weakly, "we're going to be late for dinner."
Her attempt at protest elicited a soft chuckle from her son, clearly not having the intended effect. She felt his hands wander down her towel-wrapped body, and her heart started to pound in her chest as they neared the edge of the fuzzy enclosure, which was just too short to fully cover her rear. She gasped as his fingers cleared the towel and found her buttocks, still soft and damp from their shared shower and now covered with a layer of raised goosebumps.
"Please," she pleaded, although even she was unsure whether it was a plea for him to stop, or for something else.
Her body, it seemed, was less confused, for as he opened his palms to cup her ass cheeks, she felt her hips jerk, thrusting her butt back firmly into his hands, feeling her curves meld into his fingers and palms. Madison let out a quiet whimper of protest, even as she lessened the pressure of her hands against her son's shoulders and she felt him draw in closer.
"David, please," she begged quietly again. "If we start... I'm afraid we won't stop..."
"Would that be so bad?" he asked, his voice husky.
"I... we... we just can't," she stammered, trying to hold some composure even as she felt his fingers toying along the cleft of her ass.
"But I want it... I want you," he insisted. "Being with you in the shower felt so good, but I know - you know - it can feel better. It doesn't have to be weird."
Madison was so torn inside, she feared she might begin to cry out of frustration.
"Of course it would be weird!" she said, her voice rising. "I'm your mother, David. I carried you inside of me, gave birth to you, raised you. Don't you understand that? We're flesh and blood... this is wrong!"
Suddenly she felt David's hands fall away from her and he took a few steps away, clearly taken aback at the shift in her tone. Almost immediately, Madison regretted it - both because of the loss of physical contact, and because of the hurt look on her son's face.
"I'm not stupid, Mom," David told her, his voice quiet but clearly tinged with a mixture of shame and anger. "Do you think you're the only one that's been struggling with this? I felt so weird when you asked me if I thought your body looked good. Remember that? It's not like I planned this. I just wanted to be a normal 18-year old guy on this cruise, hooking up with girls and having a good time. I could be out there right now, finding someone to have sex with tonight, but I'm here, wanting you."
As much as her raised voice had affected David moments earlier, Madison felt double the surprise now at David's reaction. As caught up in everything as she had been, she had never fully stopped to consider whether he was thinking about their situation beyond just following his dick. Madison knew her son was smarter than that - she had raised him better than that - and felt guilty for believing any less of him.
"David," she said apologetically, taking a cautious step toward him so that she could reach for his hand with hers. "Why are you here and not out there?"
He looked away for several moments before finally meeting her eyes with his.
"Because I want you, Mom. I want you more than any other girl... woman... I've seen on this ship."
There was no sign of deception or flattery in David's face or voice as he spoke, and his words caused Madison's breath to catch in her chest. Still, she knew she had to push. This was a conversation she could not afford to let die unfinished, this time.
"But what about the girls you've been with... Sarah and Katherine?"
"Sarah was a one-time thing. Katherine, I don't really know. They're both hot, and sex with them was a lot of fun. But the way that I feel when I'm turned on by you... it's different. Better. I don't know why."
"Because it's forbidden?" Madison asked. "People often get a thrill from doing things they're not supposed to do."
"I don't know, mom," he sighed. "Maybe it is just because of the taboo. But you feel it too, don't you? I heard you moaning my name before I even got into the shower with you."
"Guilty," she admitted. "And yes, I feel it too. When it first started, I wished and wished that it would stop. I tried to fight it so hard, and it just made things worse."
"If we both want it, maybe we shouldn't fight it?" David asked. There was no pressure in his voice, just a genuine question. "This is our trip, and nobody we know is here. I'm an adult now. If we choose to be with each other, why does it matter that it's forbidden? Nobody ever has to know."
"But I would know, David. And you would know. I'm not saying you would tell, and I know I wouldn't. But could you live with that, knowing that you... had sex... with your own mother? Like, really live with it, for the rest of your life?"
The conversation fell silent, and Madison could see that her son was struggling with the answer to her question. Several times he opened his mouth to speak, and then looked away. It was an unfair question to ask anyone, much less a horny eighteen year old boy, but that was precisely why she had asked it.
"It's okay, baby," she said, reached up to cup his cheek in her hand comfortingly. "You don't need to have a simple answer. I'm not even sure there is one. God knows I'm still searching for one. But you see now why we can't? I don't know if I can live with it, and if I can't even say for myself, how can I let you do it if you don't know for sure either?"
David closed his eyes and sighed, disappointed. He knew his mother was right, even as he desperately struggled to push his brain in the direction that his body wanted to go.
"I just don't know how something that feels so right can be so uncertain," he said sadly, nuzzling his cheek into Madison's hand.
"I know, baby, I know," she replied with a sad smile. "It's so goddamn frustrating."
"So what do we do now?"
Compared to the question she had asked moments earlier, it was such a simple query, but still it caught Madison completely off-guard. What were they to do now? They were seemingly in agreement that sex was out of the question, but things had escalated so fast on the trip, it seemed ridiculous to think they could just "reset" as if nothing had ever happened.
"God, I don't know," she admitted, lowering herself down to sit on the edge of the bed as she felt a shaky panic spread through her. "We've done so much already."I don't know if I can just forget it all," David told her honestly.
"That would be too much to ask," Madison concurred, shaking her head.
"Then... what do we do?" he asked again. "I can't just turn it off, mom. Maybe a few days ago, I could have, I dunno, headed it off, but now... I have dreams about you. You're in my fantasies. When I think of sex, I think of you."
Madison had to fight to stave off the tightness she felt in her chest and the sudden need to gasp for air.
"I think you know that I feel the same about you," she replied, trying to be humorous. "You heard me, after all."
Rather than injecting humor into the situation, she felt herself drawn back into the very fresh memories of the moment when David had seemingly stepped out of her fantasy and into the shower with her. Suddenly conscious of the fact that the towel wrapped around her body covered next to nothing below her waist when she was sitting as she was, she squeezed her thighs together, feeling the renewed warmth and dampness between her legs.
"Maybe we can still help each other, even if we don't have sex," David said, pulling her back to the present.
"What?"
"You know, like we did in the shower."
It took all of Madison's restraint not to say yes on the spot.
"But... is that really any different?" she stammered, even as her body became flush and heated by the prospect.
"Maybe, maybe not," he replied. "But it's done. We have to live with it already. Shouldn't we make the best of it? We're still in this room together for almost three days. I know I'll go insane having to masturbate in the bathroom every time I get turned on. Maybe if we help each other, it won't be so difficult."
Madison could not deny that the prospect of David's touch at that very moment made the aching emptiness inside of her core feel far less intolerable. And his proposal made sense, as much as a mother and son pleasuring each other could make sense. They couldn't uncross the lines they had already crossed, and maybe if they released the tension between them before it could build too much, they could avoid the temptation to cross that final line.
"It would only be for the rest of this trip?" The words were intended as a question, but her voice betrayed her and they came out as more of a statement. "Once we're home, we go back to being mother and son only. It will be hard, but we can't do this forever. You understand?"
It was an arbitrary line to draw, given that they couldn't undo the past, but Madison felt it was still her responsibility to impose a limit.
"Yes," David replied.
She could already hear in his voice that he was letting his lust for her take over again. His eyes drifted away from hers, and she felt his gaze descending on her body, still barely concealed by the towel she had wrapped around herself after the shower. Allowing herself to steal a glance at him as well, she realized - with some surprise she had forgotten at all - that he was still completely naked. Most of the water that had clung to him when he exited the shower had air dried already, but his skin still had that smooth post-shower "glow," bringing out the lines of his muscles. Madison felt her innermost muscles ache as she looked him up and down.
"David," she said softly, feeling her body tremble in excitement. She leaned back toward the bed, propping herself up on her elbows, so that she could keep her gaze on him. "I think I could use your help right about now."
With a nervous smile, she parted her legs slightly, which was more than enough to cause her too-short towel to ride up to her hips, leaving her lower body completely bare and exposed. Just the anticipation of what might come next was enough to get her completely soaked, and she could feel her juices coating her vagina as she laid back, waiting.
David stared in awe and disbelief at the sight before him as his mother parted her thighs, exposing her bare legs and her wet, swollen sex to him. She had agreed to his proposal that they "help" each other a bit more readily than he had expected, although given their confessions of mutual desire for one another, it was not all together shocking. Still, he had expected her to avoid taking him up on the offer for maybe a day or so. Instead, she was baring herself to him, inviting him to get her off right then and there.
It was, of course, an offer he could not refuse. His cock was already hard at the sight of her laid out in front of him, and he eagerly climbed up onto the bed beside her, running one hand up her smooth thigh toward the center of her legs. He could feel her thighs shaking as she spread them further, making way for his hand as it slid further and further up her leg, toward the wet heat that awaited him.
She gasped softly as his fingertips traced the flesh high up on her inner thigh, occasionally grazing her engorged pussy lips. She was still propped up on her elbows, watching him, although her upper body, still wrapped loosely in her towel, obscured some of her view of what his hand was doing. As a result, every touch was a surprise, sending tingles of excitement through her body. Flicking her gaze upward momentarily to look at David's face, she saw that her son was completely focused on his hand between her legs, watching intently as he moved his fingers up and down along her smooth skin. Aside from the occasional brush against her labia, he seemed content just to explore the tops of her legs, which both aroused and frustrated Madison at the same time.
"David, please touch me," she pleaded, parting her thighs even wider and tipping her hips in an effort to bring her womanhood closer to his fingertips. "Touch my... my pussy."
For the first time since she had "offered" herself to him, David looked up at his mother's face, seeing again the same lust and need he had seen when he joined her in the shower. Keeping his one hand between her open legs, he brought himself down next to her, supporting his weight on one elbow.
"I don''t want to rush," he told her. "Every time we've cum together, we were so eager, it always ended too fast."
The thought of going slow hadn't even occurred to Madison until that moment. For some reason, she'd just assumed that "helping" one another would be frantic and quick, a race to climax so that they could return to normalcy until the next time the need became too great. The thought of a prolonged, teasing session aroused her, but also caused a sense of unease to settle over her. Something about the idea felt too intimate, something to be shared only with a lover.
"David, I don't ..."
"Mom, please," he pleaded, cutting off her protest. As he did, he slid his middle finger up from her thigh to the slit of her outer labia, drawing the tip up along the fleshy line that was now slick with a thick layer of her juices.
She moaned loudly, the sudden pleasure of the direct stimulation to her pussy lips overwhelming her and causing her to drop her head back with her eyes closed. He slid his fingertip up and down the length of her wet slit several times more, but purposely avoided sliding over her clitoris each time.
At first, Madison was content just to enjoy the feeling of his touch against her sex, but soon she felt herself wanting, needing more. She wriggled her hips and thrust her pelvis forward, trying to position herself so that David's finger would graze her clit, or so that he would slip deeper into the cleft of her pussy, but to no avail. David, it seemed, was determined to take it slow.
Despite the pleasure, Madison felt the uneasiness sneaking through again. While she had given in to the idea of mother and son bringing one another to orgasm for the sake of releasing their tremendous sexual tension, what David was pursuing felt too much like a prelude to lovemaking.
"David," she said, her voice shaking and far less firm than she wanted it to be. "You said... we agreed to help each other."
"Isn't that what we're doing?" he asked teasingly, his fingertip continuing it's feather-light movement up and down her outer lips.
"This... no... you... you're fucking teasing me," she hissed.
"I'll make you cum, Mom, I promise."
"David, no... stop." She forced herself to reach one hand between her legs, grasping him by the wrist and halting his movement.
She lifted her gaze back up to look at him and saw the puzzled look on his face.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
"I... we... it's hard to explain."
"Do you not want to do this?"
"No, baby, I do!" she answered quickly. "I just... it can't feel like this. Like you're... making love to me, but without the sex. Do you understand? This has to be about getting off, and that's it."
"So you don't want to go slow," he deduced. "Is that what makes it feel like we're making love?"
"I guess," she sighed. "Maybe. I don't know. I don't want you to rush or be too rough, but it worries me when it feels too... emotional."
"I think I get it," he told her.
"Good," she said with a smile. "Because I still really could use your help. You have me so worked up."
His lips curved in a smile to mirror hers and she guided his fingers back to her sex, lying back on the bed as she did so. Covering his hand with hers, she pressed his middle finger into the slick embrace of her pussy lips, guiding him to her amply lubricated entrance.
"Like this," she cooed, pressing his fingertip against the muscular ring like a toy. "I need you inside me."
Without waiting for further guidance from his mother, David pressed his middle finger into her pussy, feeling her tight entrance give way and then close around his digit.
"Jesus, Mom, you're tight. And soaking wet."
She replied only with a wordless moan, enjoying the sensation of his finger sliding into her until it reached the last knuckle. Her hips rose to meet his hand, until his wrist was pressed against her mound with his finger buried inside of her. She moaned even more loudly as he began to fuck her in and out with his finger, the tip grazing her G-spot with each thrust and withdrawal.
As his mother writhed in pleasure on the bed, David reached up with his free hand to loosen the towel she had wrapped around herself, letting the towel fall open to reveal her breasts to his view. He moved closer to her body so that he could cup one of her mounds in his hand, recalling waking up with her soft flesh in his palm a few days earlier. He kneaded and massaged her breast with his entire palm, stopping occasionally to squeeze and pinch her nipple between his fingers.
Madison looked up at him in surprise when she felt his touch on her suddenly exposed body, but made no effort to stop him. Instead, she groped between his legs with one hand, finding his engorged shaft and curling her fingers around it. Her small hands could barely encircle his girth as she began to stroke him. The look on his face morphed with pleasure and his own efforts to please her intensified. She smiled, pleased at his reaction, before allowing her own face to contort in enjoyment as his finger plunged in and out of her.
The room filled with moans, heavy breathing, and the sound of her wet pussy squishing and slurping obscenely as mother and son masturbated one another. Madison stared fixedly at the swollen, straining cock in her hands, marveling at how engorged David was and the way round beads of pre-cum formed at the tip before spreading over his hard mushroom cap in a sleek, glistening layer of wetness. She wanted so badly to encircle it with her lips, to taste him on her tongue as she swallowed his cock, but she knew that would only lead to more. She was quietly thankful that David seemed to make no effort to back out on their "no sex" agreement; his fingering had gotten her so aroused, it was already taking every ounce of restraint she had not to escalate things further.
David groaned with pleasure at the way his mother touched him, her delicate fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft and stroking furiously. His cock ached slightly from the force of his earlier orgasm in the shower, but the excitement of the situation overshadowed any discomfort, and despite having found release not long ago, he could feel another heavy load building inside of him. He focused his own attention on Madison's pussy, hot and wet with copious amounts of her natural fluids. It was old news to him that women became wet and self-lubricated when aroused, but his mother's obvious sexual need was greater than he had ever experienced with any girlfriend or lover. Her pussy lips were puffy and engorged, swelling open like a flower in full bloom. Her hot tunnel was seemingly overflowing with her juices, each thrust of his finger causing rivulets of her nectar to spill out of her, smearing into a slick, wet mess on his hand and her thighs.
"You're so wet, Mom," he said, his voice a husky growl.
"Yes, baby," Madison gasped. She didn't have to look between her legs to feel the fluids running out of her body. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so wet for anyone.
"I want to taste it..."
Madison cried out as the sensation of David's finger inside of her was suddenly replaced with emptiness, and she looked up to find him licking and sucking her juices from his hand, one finger at a time. He took a particularly long time to savor his middle finger, which had been buried deep inside of her and was covered in a thick, glistening sheen of her wetness. The sight of her son licking himself clean of her pussy juices caused a pleasurable spasm of her inner muscles, and she instinctively reached between her legs with her free hand, touching herself in just the right ways to keep the contractions going.
"You taste so fucking good, Mom. So sweet... I can't get enough."
While David licked Madison's nectar from his fingers, she substituted her own hand for his between her legs, fingering and rubbing herself, keeping herself in a state of continued arousal until her son could resume with his "assistance." Soon, she felt his fingers mingling with hers, both their hands playing at her wet, swollen pussy lips. She moved her hand to make way for his fingers, letting out another loud, aroused moan as he pressed back into her waiting pussy. She raised her hand and looked at it, glistening with her own wetness, and was about to bring her fingers to her lips when she thought better of it.
Instead, she encircled the head of David's cock with her wet fingers, coating the tip with a slick mixture of her juices and his pre-cum. He reacted immediately to the new sensation, his cock twitching in her hand while he groaned noisily and increased the pace of his finger-fucking.
"Oh god, yes, don't stop!" Madison gasped.
"I won't if you won't," David panted, thrusting his hips slightly to meet her stroking of his cock. "I want you to cum."
"Me too. Just keep going... oh fuck, just keep going."
She watched his finger plunging in and out of her pussy for a few more moments until, satisfied that he wouldn't stop, she let her head fall back onto the bed, closing her eyes and savoring the sweet sensations while she continued to jerk and stroke his cock. She could feel him growing thicker and harder with each stroke, throbbing in her hand. She could feel herself reacting to him as well, her muscles tightening down on his lone finger and new waves of her fluids flooding her already-soaked tunnel, coating her - and David's fingers - with that thicker wetness that seemed to only come after she had already had one orgasm. Her body was on fire, nipples hard and aching, everything waiting for that little push.
"Mmmmmm baby, I'm so close," she whimpered, writhing atop the sheets. "Please... I need it."
"Tell me... tell me what you need, Mom," David groaned. "I'm going to cum soon, tell me what you need to cum."
"Another finger," she cooed. "Give me another finger.... AHHH!"
Madison screamed out in pleasure as he complied, sliding another finger inside of her. She was so tight, having had nothing but her fingers and her toy for so long, that even two fingers made her feel stretched to the limit. Having taken Joe's cock for a few delightful moments earlier in the week didn't seem to affect her tightness.
"Ohyesthatsit," she said through clenched teeth, the words running together. "Thatsitthatsitthatsit!"
Her entire body started to shake as she felt the last barriers starting to break. David's two fingers continued to pump in and out, in and out, driving her to the edge and right over.
Madison screamed in ecstasy. Undoubtedly the people in the other staterooms would hear, but she was beyond caring. She gasped for breath and screamed again as her orgasm continued. Her body was beyond her control, and she clenched her son's cock tightly in her hands as she thrashed, caught up in the throes of her orgasm. Somewhere in the middle of it all, amidst the haze that her climax had cast over her mind, she heard David's voice join hers.
"Ahhhh! Mom! Ahhhhhh!" he yelled out.
Madison forced her eyes open and look up just in time to see the first thick stream of cum spurting from the tip of his cock. The hot fluid spattered on her neck and collarbone, adding to the symphony of sensations already ripping through her body. The next spurt splashed hot cum across her breast, and the heat of his seed coating her hard nipple set off what she could only describe as an orgasmic aftershock, sending a miniature wave of pleasure through her still-recovering body. His dick continued to twitch and spasm in her hand, squirting thick, creamy ropes of cum onto her until he was drained and her chest was dotted with sticky white globs of his semen.
Madison felt the weight of David's body fall onto hers as he collapsed in exhaustion. In her post-orgasmic bliss, the pressure was somehow comforting, making her feel safe. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight, feeling the heat trapped between their bodies.
David could feel his cum squishing between his mother's breasts and his chest, spreading into a gooey film on their skin. He didn't care, and even if he did, he was too exhausted to do anything about it. Almost without thinking, he brought his lips to Madison's and initiated a wet, sloppy kiss. Her mouth fell open with no resistance and their tongues twisted and tumbled together. The kiss was messy and wet with saliva, but without the urgency or rush of their earlier kiss in the shower.
Madison sighed and pressed herself into David's kiss. Despite the more relaxed pace, it was hot and sensual, and she couldn't help but let it deepen, exploring his mouth with her tongue as he did the same to her. It felt good... right.
Too right, she realized. And her body was beginning to respond to how right it felt, her arousal growing once more despite the climactic release she had just experienced.
"Mmmmmph, baby, stop," she sighed, interrupting their kiss. "I... I... can't. If we don't stop now I won't be able to help myself."
David was disappointed that the kiss broke, but respected his mother's wishes and pulled back.
"I can make you cum again," he offered with a smile. His cock was sore and aching from the intensity of two orgasms in such a short period of time, but he was more than happy to pleasure his mother once more if she so desired.
"Mmmm, no, that's not it," Madison replied, sliding herself out from underneath David's body and sitting up on the bed, pulling her knees in toward her chest. "I just... we need to make sure we respect the line. We're not lovers. Just two people who have urges every once in awhile."
"So no kissing either?"
"I think that's best," she said after some thought. "God knows I love the way we kiss. I love it a little too much. That's why we can't. This isn't about feelings. It's just about getting off."
He nodded, and the two of them sat in silence on the bed. She could feel his eyes on her body, taking in her nudity with particular interest in her breasts and pussy. As a mother, the intensity of his gaze frightened her, but as David's new... whatever-they-were, it made her feel sexy and desirable, and she realized she was already anticipating their next "session."
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