Chapter 3: Boating

The next morning broke sunny and hot. There was a definite hint of sexual electricity in the air, although the only overt sexual encounter occurred when Frank stepped out of the shower and asked Ronnie for a quick hummer. She had promptly drained his nuts, then showered herself.

The tone of the day was set by host and hostess, who showed up for breakfast in swimsuits and beach cover-ups. Ronnie had worn the most conservative bikini she owned, which wasn’t all that conservative she reflected, considering her husband’s tastes. Right after the bacon and eggs had been consumed, and the plates had been cleaned up, the other three switched to their own swimsuits. Unsurprisingly, Sue wore a very modest one-piece, a ‘sensible’ suit she had purchased after Harry had died, a suit meant to be worn by cloistered nuns, and completely unlike the strings and thongs her husband had been in favor of. On the other hand, her daughter, Taylor, had no compunctions against wearing a sexy bikini, and she showed more skin than either of the older women.

Frank loaded everybody on the boat, along with a pair of skis and life vests, and pulled out into the channel. At first, they went up the sound towards the causeway and back, as Frank and Ronnie gave a running description of the Bay and surrounding islands and peninsulas. Then they motored out to deeper water and stopped. Happily learning that their guests already knew how to water-ski, Harry Junior and Taylor were quickly decked out in life vests and dumped overboard with skis and tow ropes. The family spent the rest of the morning roaring around the eastern Bay, with Sue, Taylor, Ronnie, and Harry Junior switching off on the water-skis. Frank demurred, saying he could never get the hang of it, and drove the entire time.

After lunch, Frank had to make a few phone calls, and Sue and Taylor decided to take naps, so Ronnie asked Harry Junior if he still wanted to ski some more. He grinned and nodded, ‘Yes,’ so they grabbed a pair of skis and headed back down to the ski-boat. Ronnie showed him how to handle the boat as they pulled away from the dock and out into the Bay, then switched positions with him to allow the teenaged boy to ski first. After about twenty minutes he dumped, so she throttled back and picked him up, then let him drive while she skied.

Everything was going fine for a bit, until they hit the wake of a freighter heading out to sea. The chop was sufficient to make Ronnie signal for Harry Junior to slow down, but the inexperienced youth misunderstood and goosed the throttle higher. Moments later, Ronnie went flying. Harry Junior slammed back on the throttle and turned back, to find Ronnie swimming around and gathering up her skies. Stopping alongside her, he leaned over the side of the boat to help her in, but she turned away from him.

“Get me a towel!” she demanded.

“Huh?” he asked.

“Get me a towel, or a shirt, or something. I lost my suit!”

Harry Junior could only stare. She was right, except for the life ring wrapped around her waist, she was both topless and bottomless. Another demand for clothing woke him and he scurried around the boat looking for something for his aunt to wear, but the search was fruitless. There were no towels on board, and neither skier had worn a beach cover-up or shirt. He turned back with an embarrassed shrug.

“Oh, hell, here take these,” Ronnie said, handing up the skis. Harry Junior stashed them and pulled in the tow rope. He was face to face with his naked aunt as she clambered up over the stern rail and slid down into the cockpit of the small power boat. “Shit!” she exclaimed as she removed the life vest and tossed it aside. “It’s not like you didn’t see everything yesterday, is it?” she laughed. She lounged back against the gunwale of the boat and smiled at him.

The teen was stunned and stared frankly at his aunt. She was the same height as his mother, but her hair was platinum blonde, cut short. Her skin was tanned a dark and golden brown, with no tan lines of any sort, and he knew she could only get that way by regularly sunbathing in the nude. Even her pussy was tanned, and Harry Junior was fascinated by her complete and utter lack of cunt hair. Best of all, his aunt’s tits were nice and firm, of a nice size, a C cup if he had to guess, considering the sizes of the tits he had seen in Playboy and a few other skin magazines.

“Pretty good for an old broad, huh?” she asked, grinning. She could see the effect she was having on the boy by the tent which had formed in his baggy swimsuit.

Embarrassed, he turned away, his face reddening. “You’re not old! You’re beautiful!” he exclaimed.

“Don’t be silly. You can look. Jesus, after yesterday, this is old news! But thanks, I do try to stay in shape, simply to keep Frank interested, if nothing else,” said Ronnie.

“Huh?” he blurted out, turning back although he tried to keep his eyes focused elsewhere. It was a losing battle, as they kept coming back to rest on her tits and bare pussy.

“Well, your Uncle Frank is a damn horny bastard, and I like to make sure that I’m the one he’s fucking. Get my drift?”

Harry Junior gulped and stammered out his understanding. He was rooted in position, standing above her.

“Now, if I’m going to sit here naked, I don’t think it’s very fair that you’re still dressed.” Ronnie scooted over to her stunned nephew and grabbed his trunks by the waistband. She yanked them to his knees before he could protest. “There, now we’re both dressed the same.” She tugged his trunks down to his ankles and stared at the massive erection pointing at her face. “Wow, Harry! That’s one hell of a cock! I think you’re even bigger than your uncle! You’re sure as hell thicker!” She reached up and grabbed his cock with her right hand, as her left reached between his legs to fondle his pendulous balls.

The sudden touch by the naked women was too much for the teen. Groaning loudly, he came massively, spurting his jism onto his aunt’s tits and face, as his knees trembled. Ronnie pumped and fondled until he finished.

Harry Junior collapsed to his knees in the back of the boat, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whined.

Ronnie laughed and wrapped her arms around the boy. “Jesus, Harry, don’t sweat it. It’s not like you’re the first guy to ever cum on my tits. Now come on, get down here and eat me.”

Confused, he looked at her as she wiped a dollop of cum off her left breast and licked it from her fingers. “What?”

Ronnie propped herself against the side of the boat and licked up another glob of jism. She spread her legs wide, and Harry Junior stared between them at her moist and puffy cunt. “I said, I wanted you to lick my pussy. Now come on, lay down on the deck and put my muffin where your mouth is. We’re going to have a lot of fun!”