Chapter 4

It was a stroke of sheer luck that my mom’s new boyfriend was the owner of a lovely yacht that came complete with a two man crew and a little dinghy that could be used to bring us to shore when we were forced to anchor in a protected harbor in faraway lands.

His neglected and sex-starved spouse Monique had been giving me generational tutoring in older woman sex for several months now and in all honesty I loved the change of pace and the discovery of old favorites that were buried in a female’s memory forever and a day.

My mom was excited by our proposed South Sea voyage of erotic discovery and the opportunity to exploit the husband in nocturnal bliss while his spouse was otherwise engaged or asleep with multiple sleeping pills obtained legally by medical personnel.

Monique had come to me late one night whilst my maternal parent was heavily engaged in schooling the husband in Yoga inspired coupling in some Kama Sutra position requiring concentration and flexibility to achieve a happy ending for both sides.

Of course, one thing led to another and soon I was mounting the poor deprived but still attractive female from behind with the intent to simply put a smile on her face instead of tears in her eyes for her negligent spouse.

Monique’s plan was to create a situation wherein the pair of us would couple night and day undisturbed by her cheating husband and my equally lust-driven parent to copulate at every opportunity. It seemed like a fool proof plan to distract me from thoughts of my step sister Susan being impaled by her ex-military new groom with his abusive patterns of behavior that she was seemingly enthralled by beyond simple logic or common sense of any degree. I still found it hard to believe that she would be so obedient to his demands and submissive to his depraved desires knowing that she was so driven to be in control in such matters.

I answered the door on the day before our departure and found Susan standing there with two suitcases and a face full of tears. She related some of the ex-Major’s depraved faults to me regarding the use of her mouth and bum and I all but laughed because it was exactly what I had warned her about for several months before her obscene engagement with the blessing of her dotty parents. She even pulled her knickers down in the kitchen to show me her cane striped buttocks to prove her point. I must admit the sight of that perfect young heart-shaped asset was enough to convince me despite my forgiving’s.

Mom came down thankfully after she had pulled up her undies gracefully and allowed me to pat her bottom with her hand over mine to show me she appreciated my concern. Her added sympathy also included some hands-on commiseration from Monique’s middle-aged father sporting a semi-erection doubtlessly just taken out of my mom’s hungry pussy. I saw Monique stare at it and her look of lust was unmistakable. Strangely, I could identify with her feelings of lost love because it was identical to my similar feelings toward my stepsister Susan and her cane damaged bottom.

I didn’t notice any objection to my mom’s suggestion that Susan accompany us on our island-hopping voyage and Susan visibly brightened up after she accepted the invitation.

I watched Susan unpack her suitcases and was surprised to see that one suitcase was crammed full of exotic French undies and some sex toys of different colors and ingenious design created to enhance sexual experience and in some cases bring pleasure from pain if on was so inclined. I had never seen that side of Susan before and I wondered exactly what lessons the ex-major had been teaching her in the nocturnal hours.

We all left our cars inside the garage and took a mini-bus to the pier to board the yacht. They would be a temptation for pilferers looking to score knowing the owners would be away for quite some time on a seafaring cruise.

As it turned out our two man crew turned out to be a husband and wife team that were both nautically qualified to take us into almost any situation on the high seas with lifetimes of experience in meeting all challenges at sea. Their names were Mr. and Mrs. Smythe-Jones and we were told to just call them Tom and Tammy.

Tom was a tall, strong man with a good sense of humor and his wife was at least a decade younger than him and had a perky air about her that promised fun with her sparkling eyes. From the first second I met her the only thought on my mind was what her pussy tasted like and would she giggle when she felt my busy tongue down there. I sensed that she was reading my mind and her amusement knew no bounds.

Of course we had a sufficient number of cabins. The crew only took up one cabin since they were married and my mom and her married lover shared her cabin with no objection from Monique who had long ago agreed to an open arrangement with her husband with regard to affairs with other people. Monique and I shared a cabin to the raised eyebrows of both the Captain Tom and his wife Tammy since they knew from the passports that she was the spouse of the cheating husband shacked up with my mom. Since he was the one footing the bill, they obviously didn’t bring the subject up with any degree of moral right.