Chapter 7: Choices Made

Roy:

After the way dad treated my mom, I made him give me his credit card and promise to pay all the expenses for the cruise.

I discovered that he had gotten his secretary pregnant, and that was why she was there that day. I had a lot of leverage then. I took my dad’s credit card and bought an antique broach that my mom had admired for a long time. It was a special piece we had found, and I thought it would be perfect for the fake wedding. The same jewelry store sold me a very nice gold chain with a two-carat ruby pendant.

A few years back, my maternal grandma had given me an old necklace. Mom knew how much it meant to me, so I only let her borrow it. She needed something borrowed, after all. I also had a set of nice blue handkerchiefs. Something blue. A generous tip made to a member of the ship’s crew, and they were happy to handle the special deliveries to my mom.

I hoped so much that I had done the right thing. Finally I had Bill, the man I met when we first got on board, walk my mom down the aisle since I thought that mom might be a bit nervous, even though it was a ‘fake wedding’. I thought that she would think of nothing but dad, so I wanted to have someone hold her hand.

From the first second that I saw mom, I knew she had been having a great day. Her eyes, when they met mine, glistened with joy. I watched her walk slowly down the aisle, Bill letting her set the pace. “Damn she is beautiful”, was my first thought. “I wish this wasn’t fake”, was my second thought.

I wondered why I would think this, but not for long. As she made her way to me, I held out my hand and she took it. I could feel her shaking as I brought her to me. I smiled and turned to the ship’s captain.

I can’t recall what we said at the altar, or the words the captain used, but we said our “I do’s” and we walked back down the aisle to the announcement, “May I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Roy Brown.”

I was a proud man walking with this beautiful woman. She was exactly the type of woman that I wanted to marry.

We went to the reception and I danced every dance with her. I didn’t want to share her with anyone. She was mine tonight. She looked so beautiful in her wedding gown. So hot. Damn it, I was not supposed to have those thoughts. She was my mother for god’s sake.

We had some drinks, danced, and ate a great dinner with Bill and his wife Joy. We were having a great time. Bill told us that he was a human rights attorney. That’s when things changed. Mom said, “We won’t need a divorce lawyer as the wedding was fake.” He told both of us that it wasn’t fake and that we were indeed man and wife.

I about had a bowel movement.

We made our way back to the stateroom. “I need a shower”, I told my mom. She nodded and I began to strip. I had to strip outside the bathroom as there just wasn’t enough space inside. I took everything off and noticed that mom was staring at my body. I took a long hot shower.

When I got out, I grabbed a towel and opened the bathroom door. Mom was right there, naked as the day she was born. I had a struggle to keep my eyes from wandering over her body. She smiled at me and said, “My turn?” I nodded my head and she stepped into the shower.

It had been a long day, and we’d had a great time.

I laid in bed and, almost instantly, started to fall asleep.

I awoke spooning my mom, with my right arm around her neck and my left hand over her pelvis, subconsciously pressing her into me. My right hand was cupping my mom’s left breast. But that wasn’t what worried me most. My dick was as hard as a rock and between my mom’s ass cheeks. My first reaction was to press into her harder with my cock, using my left hand to increase the sensation. As I started doing that, I realized it was my mom I was grinding on.

“Roy?” my mom whispered.

“Mom? I am sorry I was asleep”, I said worriedly, trying to justify feeling her up and grinding on her.

“My name to you is Anna, Roy. Do not call me anything but Anna in our bed. I am your wife in our bed, only your wife.”

I heard her, but did I really hear her? Was she offering herself to me? Did she want me? What should I do? I wanted to ask, wanted to look into her eyes, but the room was dark. Only the light of the muted television illuminated the room. I needed to know if my mom wanted me sexually. I knew I wanted her, boy did I know.

I moved away a little so that I could roll her onto her back. I hovered over her and lowered my lips to her soft lips and began to kiss her. I moved my tongue over her lips, which she opened and I began to plunder her mouth with my tongue. Then our tongues began to dance a sonnet of love and lust with each other that only mom and I could understand. It was with that kiss that I knew my mom wanted me.

I removed her flannel night gown and held it out to her. “Anna, if we go any further with this, I am going to tear this to shreds and burn it.” After sleeping for two nights with her wearing that nightgown, I had decided that I really didn’t like it. We would buy something better in Mexico tomorrow.

Anna giggled, then she said, “Ok Roy, I will let you pick something out for me to wear to our bed. But it better be comfortable.”

I smiled like the grinch that stole Christmas, “Definitely comfortable.”

I lowered myself onto her and began to kiss her some more. I caressed her body with my left hand as I continued to assault her lips with mine. She responded to every touch, every kiss, every sensation I give her. I lowered my head and begin to suckle her nipples that were perfect to me. Her moans filled the cabin and I hoped the sound insulation was effective. I finally moved my hand to her pussy and touched her. Her moan became a gasp of excitement. As I started to rub her very wet clit with my fingers, she suddenly grabbed me and moaned from her first orgasm of the night.

Hearing her first orgasm, I knew I wanted her to have more. I moved my mouth from her nipples, over her stomach to her pussy. I spread her legs apart and began to eat her pussy.

She began to have one orgasm after another, each one stronger than the one before. Finally, she pulled me from her most private place to stop the onslaught of orgasms.

After a few moments, she said breathlessly, “It’s your turn Roy.”

I moved around, got between her legs, and adjusted her to receive me. I wanted to make love to my mother, my wife.

“Are you sure?” I asked. I would remember my mom’s answer for the rest of my life, “Don’t ever ask me that again, Roy, take what is yours don’t ask. take...”

So I did. I put my cock head to her pussy and pressed myself into her. She felt like silk on my cock as it slid into her right up to her cervix. Mom’s eyes opened wide as I impaled her so completely. I wasted no time before I started to fuck in and out of her wet velvety tunnel. Stroking in and out of the same hole that I came out of was surreal. I couldn’t believe how tight she was. I felt myself wanting to cum in her so badly, but I wanted her to have at least two or three orgasms before I would allow it.

As my pelvis crashed into her with each stroke, my mom called out “ROY, ROY, oh god ROY.”

I knew she had come a couple of times, so when the urge came again for me to cum in her, I let go. “AAAWWWAWAAA”, I grunted as I emptied my balls into my mother’s wet tight pussy. The fact that I had just come in the same hole that I came out of at birth was a paradox that excited me beyond anything I had ever felt before.

It took several moments before we both settled down enough to speak.

“Roy ... where did you learn to do that???”

I had to smile, in fact, I almost laughed. “Anna, I don’t know. I think you just brought it out of me.”

She giggled as she held me. “I would like to think that, but I know better.”

“Anna. I have only been with two women. One time with Denise, and two times with Tammie. That is the only experience I have had with sex.”

“Roy, I assure you that you won’t be able to say that again by the end of this cruise.” She turned to look at me, “Roy, I am your wife now, and you can have me any time you want...”

“Wow”, I thought, “I have just died and gone to heaven”.

“Like right now?” I asked with a hopeful smile on my lips. Mom nodded and said, “Anytime.”

So I kissed her again, hard and passionately. We didn’t get a lot of sleep that night and missed getting off the ship in Cozumel, Mexico. But I found something nice in the ship’s store for mom to wear to our bed from then on.

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Anna:

I woke in my new husband’s arms. My head resting comfortably on his strong chest, with my body molded to his side. This was as close to a utopia as anything I’d ever imagined. He felt and smelled so good, it was intoxicating.

Up until just a few months ago. I had never, ever, even thought of this man in a sexual way. But now I can’t conceive of being without him sexually. He has consumed all my thoughts of passion. I would have never thought of making love to him, or even kissing him with anything more than a peck on the lips. But now, all I want to do is ravish his mouth with mine and submit myself to him completely.

Now, don’t get me wrong - I have loved my son with no more or less love than any other mother that exists. Quite recently, a sequence of events began to happen in a way so unexpected that I found myself naked under my naked son, wanting him in a way that I never thought possible.

I had heard of women who seduced their sons. I always thought it was sick and disgusting, until it was me. Now, all I could think is how I wasted a couple years of not making love to him. I want to make him happy.

I never ever thought this way while I was married to my ex-husband Eric. The cheating scumbag. I hope he is happy with that big boobed, whore-secretary.

I started feeling better as I looked at the new wedding ring on my left hand. I had worn one for almost twenty years and only took that one off less than a week ago. But now I had a new one. I loved this one more than the first, even though I know it costed much less. It was just a simple white gold band. I still remember when the captain asked. “Do you have the rings?” I had completely forgotten about the rings. I was about to feel humiliated that I had done such a foolish thing.

But then on a day so full of surprises, Roy did it again and held up two rings. He handed me one and he put the other one on my finger.

The day was filled with joy as my son had presented me with my wedding bouquet, two necklaces. One he lent me, and a new one with a huge Ruby on it. Then he gave me my broach that I had drooled over for over two years, and I began to cry from all the overwhelming joy - to which he had me presented with a hanky to wipe my tears, it was something blue. Then he had a man help me down the aisle.

I wonder why I was so surprised when Roy pulled the ring I am now wearing out of his pocket, and took my left hand to say the words “with this ring I thee wed”. I know I would rather die than take this ring off, ever. I had no idea of how strong my feelings were for Roy, my son. I know he is my future, I see a very bright future too.

It was my turn and the captain asked me if I had a ring. I was just about to tell him that I didn’t, when all of a sudden, my loving wonderful son held up the ring I placed on his finger with the same loving words he said to me. “With this ring I thee wed.”

I knew right then and there that Roy was the perfect man for me. I had never been more in love.

I moaned in my remembrance of the moment with a smile on my face. I then rolled and kissed my son. I was sort of getting hungry. We made love last night until I saw the clock hit 5am. My pussy was not sore at all, but I could feel how satisfied it was. If I was to remember all the perfect moments in my life, I knew that this one would be one of them. I rolled over and kissed my son-husband again.

We had decided last night that we would continue to grow together. Together as man and wife. He was my future and I was his. As I continued to kiss him, he began to kiss me back.

“MMMM.” Roy moaned.

“Anna. If you would have woke me like that when I was in school, I would have never been late.” Roy teased as he continued to kiss me.

“Oh really?” I asked, as I deepened the kiss.

Roy deepened the kiss even further then said, “Yea I would have had to drop out.” He sent shivers throughout my body. “I would never make it out of bed.” he continued as he made his way to my breasts.

I moaned as he took one of my nipples into his mouth sending shock waves of pleasure directly to my pussy. He assaulted them for a good amount of time when he started working his way down my torso. I started to get a bit nervous wondering what he was doing.

Roy continued to kiss me lower and lower. We had made love a number of times last night. I had not cleaned myself properly down there and was getting nervous about where he next planned to kiss me. Roy opened my legs and began to kiss my pubic mound.

“Roy.” I said. “Oh god Roy?” I asked again. “Roy?” he made his way to my pussy. He was lapping at my clitoris. I started to come as he continued to stimulate my pussy. I knew he could taste himself as well as me as he assaulted my sex with his tongue. I came again. This was the first time I had ever had oral sex after vaginal sex without cleaning myself completely.

I hate comparing Roy to his father, but Eric refused to go down on me unless I was very, very clean and just finished douching. Yet Roy was eating my pussy and making me come over and over again. I was loving him, my new lover and husband now more than ever before.

After three really satisfying orgasms, Roy began to mount me, taking me missionary style. I loved the fact he didn’t ask; he just mounts and takes me. I like to be taken. He pinned me firmly to the mattress with a man’s strength, then began to enter my pussy roughly, taking me again. I came instantly and harder than I can ever remember coming as he entered my pussy with force. Then he began to fuck me with more force. Taking what was now his, making me his, and making sure I knew it too.

Roy didn’t last as long as I thought he would. He filled me yet again with another huge load of his potent youthful seed. I could feel my pussy spasming around his cock as he laid on me with his cock still inside of me. God did he feel wonderful in me.

“Roy?”

“Yes Anna?”

“Roy, you are getting better at taking me.” I complemented him, as he rolled over to cuddle me, bringing my head to his chest.

“You are mine now Anna. All mine, I don’t share, and I will respect you, but I will also take you when I want to. I will never hurt you on purpose, I will never cheat on you. I will always love you. For as long as you will have me Anna. But I will take you in our bed, and I won’t always ask.

I smiled at myself in awe of the man I had raised. I know I’d let him have me every time he wanted me. Hell, I wanted him to.

We made out for quite a while and made love again. Missionary, he took me again, he didn’t ask.

When we finally came out of our room, we noticed that people were returning from their excursions in Mexico. “I guess we missed getting off the ship Roy.”

“I would rather make love to my wife than go shopping in Mexico Anna.” Roy said holding me tightly.

We went to the buffet for lunch as it was way too late for breakfast. We ate together and were making light conversation with each other about nothing important, when one of the women that I had recognized as one of the wedding coordinators came forward and said:

“Mrs. Brown?”

I smiled and said. “Yes?”

“Good afternoon to you.”

She smiled a knowing smile back at me and continued, “we have some paper work that needs addressing as soon as you two can. Just some signatures that need doing.”

“Oh, okay. We can do it now.” I said, as we had already finished our meal.

We followed the lady into a small office. When I looked at the document she needed us to sign, I read the top and it said, “Certificate of Marriage.” Until we signed that document, we weren’t really married.

Roy was bent over the desk with the document before him. He had a pen in his hand, and I could tell he was reading it. I couldn’t see his face, so I couldn’t tell what he was thinking as he stood over our marriage license. My heart started to hurt as it felt like it was falling through the floor of the ship. I knew that Roy would know we were not really married till the document was signed. I didn’t know if he was aware of how much it would hurt me if it remained unsigned.

Roy looked at the lady and I knew this was it. My soulmate my future. The man that stood bending over a desk before me, the man that won my heart and my allegiance my love in a matter of just a few weeks.

Roy:

I woke with a feeling that someone was touching me, kissing me. I turned over to see my mom doing just that. I liked being woken this way. I kissed her back and took her again. I couldn’t believe how nice it was to hear my mother’s orgasms first thing in the morning, as I fed them to her with my mouth tongue and lips. I knew she was happy, and I took what I wanted.