Chapter 7

I woke to discover that Mom had moved down the bed to my genitals, and she was 'Playing' with my cock that was rapidly coming to attention. Mom was stroking the shaft with one hand and had my balls cupped in her other. I didn't acknowledge that I was awake and I just lay there to see what would transpire, as Mom continued to stroke me and to gently squeeze and manipulate my testicles. I was getting really aroused and finding it increasingly difficult to remain motionless and quiet, until, when she lowered her head and licked the head of my cock, flicking up the bead of moisture with her tongue, I couldn't help myself groaning and jerking my lower regions up at her. Mom looked at me somewhat guiltily and said,

"Oh! I've woken you! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that - you were sleeping so peacefully, but I couldn't resist getting a closer look at the thing that gave me so much pleasure last night. It's so beautiful and commanding when it stands up, all swollen and hard, and I feel so envious of it. It tastes nice too."

"It's a wonderful way to be woken. Don't let me stop what you were doing. It's early enough for us to make love again before we get up, if you want." I smiled contentedly at her as she went back to fondling me. Mom lowered her face back to my crotch and I thought she was going to take my cock into her mouth but she paused and looked up at me, somewhat nervously. I figured that she was worried about what I would think of her if she sucked me so I quickly put her mind at rest by saying,

"Go ahead, Mom. I'd absolutely love it if you sucked my cock - so, if you want to, don't hesitate." Mom waited no longer and lowered her wide- open mouth over the head of my erection. The sensation of being enclosed in her hot, wet mouth was indescribable - it was something like entering her pussy but different - not better or worse, just different. When she took even more of my cock into her mouth and then began to run her tongue up and down the shaft and to lick the groove under the head I was almost crying with pure pleasure. After only a couple of minutes of her attention I felt that I was going to cum any second and I grabbed her head in my hands and pulled her away.

"Don't! Don't! Why are you stopping me? Let me go!" Mom was protesting vehemently, trying to get free and to return to my cock.

"You're getting me far too excited. I'll be ejaculating in your mouth any second and I would much rather fuck you so we can both have a climax. Now let's both just calm down a bit before we carry on and it won't be all over so quickly." I was already calming a bit and, while still just as hard, I was not quite so close to orgasm.

"You're a bossy spoilsport. I wanted to feel you spurting in my mouth and to taste your semen. Oh well... what are we going to do today?" Mom changed the subject to take my mind off sex and to help me calm down. I then did something that was totally stupid, in hindsight, when I replied,

"I thought we might go ashore and buy you a bathing suit and then have a swim on one of the beaches."

"Are we reaching a port today? How marvellous!"

"I think you'll find, going by the quiet and the lack of movement, we are already tied up. We must have arrived during the night." And I watched, aghast, as Mom, totally forgetting about what we were doing, leapt from the bunk and almost flew across the room to the porthole to peer out, kneeling on the settee.

"You're right. What a lovely town - and look at all those shops. I can see some other passengers already going ashore. Lets get a move on." She was excited and any thoughts of sex seemed to have exited her mind, overcome by the prospects of visiting some new shops.

I left my bed, went over and stood close behind her and looked over her shoulder at the little village outside. I stretched my hand down and put it on her pussy and slipped a couple of fingers inside her, she was still well lubricated so, ignoring her protests, I held her in place and forced her knees apart and slipped my cock into her from behind.

"Ooof! What are you doing? We should be getting dressed. I can't wait... Oh! It does feel good though..." Mom's voice trailed off and she began to concentrate on our fucking, bracing herself, with her chin resting on her folded arms placed on the back of the settee. She still had her face pressed up against the porthole and if anyone happened to have binoculars focussed on our cabin it would have been obvious what was happening to her. She was flushed bright red, grimacing in pleasure and she was crying out from the enjoyment of it all. It was no longer necessary for me to hold her in place, she had well and truly entered into the spirit of our action, so I had put my arms around under her to hold a breast in each hand. I squeezed and tugged each tit in time with my thrusts into her, occasionally releasing her breasts to pinch each nipple and tug on them. I was starting to slam my cock into her cunt, very deeply and very firmly, and the sounds of my belly slapping against her bum were quite loud and her buttocks were turning a faint red colour.

I finally reached my peak and released her breasts to wrap both my arms round her belly and drag her bum back against me as hard as I could, planting my seed as far inside my mother as possible. When she felt me release her breasts to grab her belly Mom started to climax with me and for the first time we orgasmed in unison, both of us aware of and enjoying the others pleasure and joy. When we had both finished I stepped back and Mom stood and turned to wrap her arms around me as we cuddled and kissed, enjoying the aftermath of our coupling.

After one of us suggested that it was time we were getting ready we released each other and moved apart. I looked down at her cunt and her gaze followed mine,

"I hope that you can't get pregnant. I haven't given that a thought and it certainly looks as if I've pumped enough in you to cause at least one."

We both looked at the mixture of our fluids that were oozing from her pussy and slowly seeping down her leg.

"We're quite safe. I went through the change a few years ago. It hasn't turned off my desires as I thought it would though. Come on, let's get in the shower before I dribble a mess onto the floor out here." Mom tugged me to the bathroom, asking as we entered and turned the shower on,

"Do you want me to pee before we shower or do you want a replay of yesterday?"

I stepped into the shower stall and, pulling her in after me, I knelt and asked her to begin pissing and moved to let it completely wash over the front side of my body. When she finished I stood and facing her asked if she wanted it as well and Mom knelt, in turn, and took hold of my cock to direct the stream of piss herself. I let flow and watched as she squeezed her eyes closed and guided the flow over her head and face and then washed it all over her front. My cock slowly erected in her grasp and when I stopped pissing Mom regained her feet and moved against me, saying,

"I think the feeling of submission that it gives me is why I find your pissing on me so gratifying. Weird eh?" I had to agree and admit that I had the same feelings as her piddle washed over me - I guess we were both deviates.

Mom cuddled me and kissed me, open mouthed, before she washed herself off and I could taste the faintly bitter taste that lingered on her skin. I didn't find it at all repulsive and this confirmed what I had told her earlier, nothing she could do could make her offensive to me. My erection had not gone away and was squeezed between our close together bodies and I decided not to let it go to waste. I took her weight, lifting her with one hand grasping each buttock and lowered her down onto my cock, Mom wrapping her arms round my neck and her legs round my waist. This time we made slow and gentle love and soon reached a soft, lingering orgasm as the warm water flowed over us, washing the remains of urine and sweat from our bodies.

By the time we had finished drying off and getting dressed we found that we had wasted so much time that we had missed breakfast and we decided to go directly ashore and grab something in town. We walked off the ship and strolled up the main street of the town. It was small and laid back to the extreme, different in almost every way to our hometown and we soon found a small café where, for just a few pence, we got to sit at a sidewalk table where we were delivered a variety of tropical fruits, fresh brewed coffee and hot rolls with a selection of spreads. All in all it had been a great way to start the day, two bouts of sex and then a stroll in the sunshine to this tasty and unhurried breakfast and the day looked continuing on this high plateau.

Following directions we got from our waiter we found our way to a small shop that specialised in ladies under wear and swimsuits, and, ignoring Mom's suggestion that I wait in the bar across the road, I accompanied her inside. While Mom was fumbling her way through a rack of swimwear I wandered around and looked over the many racks of underwear, marvelling at the sexiness of these tiny wisps of almost nothing. A set of completely see-through black panties and bra caught my eye and I asked the attendant to wrap a set that would fit Mom, who I pointed out, and I also got her to wrap up, separately, an identical set in cream. I was careful not to let Mom see me making my purchases and when I had them deep in the pockets of my jacket, that I was carrying, I rejoined her and asked to see what she had chosen. She held up a one-piece in black, then a one piece in blue and finally a bikini also in blue.

"These three have taken my eye and I can't decide which one. What do you think?"

"Don't ask me! You know what my sense of fashion is like. Why don't you try them and then we'll decide." Mom nodded her head and, saying that she would do that, she headed for the small changing cubicle with a curtain-covered doorway. I followed her in, ignoring her protests, and sat on the only chair to watch.