Chapter 12: SLIT Here to There

Peering through a slit in the front window curtains, I discover who knocks. Little blond Luz and brunette Carlita, ages nine and ten!

“Hello ladies. Looking for Regina? Come in! Right this way. Through here, girls!” I crack a big grin and shout,

“Mama? Visitors! Are you decent, Mama? Here’s your robe!”

The kids follow into the house, out the kitchen back door, and into my quarters aboard EROS. They’re pleased and excited to see Regina, and she them. Lot’s of hugging kissing going on.

“We’re going berry picking! Wanna come with us?”

Regina smiles back at the cheerful, smiling invitation. Mom reluctantly declines. Suggests more genial, peer substitute berry pickers. I lead them out into the Texas deck passageway, to stand impatiently outside Bebe’s and Flor’s room.

“Wait a minute girls. Let me check if they’re sleeping. Laughter within makes my suggestion ridiculous. We can all hear them through the closed door. My concern is, they’re tribbing! Don’t want the young girls just bursting in and asking, Whacha Doin?

Knock Knock! Opening the door a crack, I peek in, and am much relieved they are dressed. Opening the door wider, I announce their guests.

Squeals of delight from all four girls. Four ninety mile a minute chatter boxes! I’m so happy for Bebe, she can now participate! Hugs and kisses sufficient for a farewell Ocean Liner’s sailing.

I quietly closed the door. They wouldn’t be disturbed or distracted if I ripped it off it’s hinges, I’d bet money! I tiptoe to rejoin Mama.

Once again inside, Mama secures the passlock, then lets her robe slip off her body. I just stand here admiring. Mom catches the mood and poses provocatively for me. She hasn’t brushed her hair since showering. It cascades from her head in a luxuriant thick matted mass, a conical cape reaching down to and covering her shoulders. Where have I seen this style before?

In truth, all my retrievable memories of Regina’s hair, is with it caught up in a fine net. The type food handlers wear. I should remember occasions she wasn’t wearing a net, but I can’t. Lovely? Once brushed, combed, styled, dressed, I have no doubt, her overly abundant hair is glorious to behold. This tousled, wind and water blown, wild look is, risking becoming redundant, wild!

Noticing the direction of my gaze, she reaches up to pat at her hair. Her breasts lift in this youthful erotic pose, but more mesmerizing is her hairy armpits. Have I been so inattentive, or focused exclusively upon Mom’s genitals, that I failed to notice till now, her hairy pits? Remembering now the whiff of feminine perspiration I noticed when embracing her in the doorway, leads to a belief, I haven’t noticed the whole of reality for a long time!

Putting aside my desire to nuzzle her arm pits for a minute, I concentrate on discovering other things about Regina, things I was blind to in the past. Her figure, for one. Regina seemed fat in her galley whites. White makes everyone look bulkier. On the couch with her knees up near her ears, her tummy was creased with fat rolls. Never disgusting fat, but sensuous fat. Voluptuous and sexy! Now, with her elbows pointing at the ceiling, her breasts lifted high, I can see her ribs! Certainly not anorexic, but defined enough under the skin, to count them.

Mommy’s legs, arms, torso, look toned. Healthy looking. Her abdomen is rounded, a bit pot bellied. A fat crease arcs from hip bone to hip bone, in a smile’s arc, separating belly from pudenda, proudly plump beneath! Mom has a 1940’s calendar girl figure!

I’m aching to fill up that sweet round little pot belly with my jizz!

Mommy slinks over and into my arms. Kisses me passionately.

“Why didn’t you choose to go berry picking with the girls?”, I ask.

Mom frees my erection, caressing me with tender loving fingers. Begins stroking me in a most lascivious manner.

“Don’t be silly. Nobody goes berry picking on their honeymoon!”

Running feet, a crowd in the passageway outside the door, stops at our door and someone knocks.

“Yes?” Regina inquires.

“Since you don’t want to pick berries, neither do we!” It’s Luz.

“Can we stay and play with Flor and Bebe, instead? We want to explore the boat!” adds Carlita.

“Have fun. BE SAFE. Stay out of trouble.” Regina admonishes.

“It’s almost lunch. Lindsay will feed you early, if you ask nice!”

“Shall we ask to eat early, too?” When did I last eat?

“After I jack you off, you finish in my pussy and then I suck you off. Next you fuck me, and cum in me again. I dreamed you did!”

“I dream of you but not cumming in you three times in a row!”

“Exactly! If you’re hungry Baby, have a titty! Two titties!”

“Exactly what? What’s the point of expecting a performance?”

“Am I woman enough to motivate you, three times running?”

“Am I man enough to give you what you want, you mean!”

Mom just smiles and continues stroking my cock. I explode several long ropes across the floor. Mom is impressed I came so forcibly. Pushing her on the bed the engineers never removed, I made her my bitch. Fucking her pussy doggy style. Then I lay down and let Mom blow me. Mission accomplished. Mom’s confidence in us, as a couple, is reinforced.

Let’s go eat! Not so fast! Mom insists she make a good first impression on the crew. Preparation for a first impression takes over an hour of makeup, hair styling, primping and fussing over herself. The end result is amazing, and she succeeds impressing! Awes the hell out of everybody!

After a late and prolonged lunch, Lindsay and Regina settle down to business. I was only interested in results. They were not interested in my opinions. A mutually satisfactory decision was quickly reached. I was evicted from the meeting. Later, Mom shared the bare bones. They have a schedule of who cooks when.

Mom wants to visit old friends and colleagues on the ranch, while still dolled up. Wants to awe a few more folks, I take it.

Carlita and Luz return with her, and the three concoct a tall tale how they spent their day, avoiding the topic of EROS ... Hugs and kisses, come back soon wishes, they receive a grand send-off!.