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This is a straight-up, big-boobed, Mum and son having hot, sweaty, naked sex type of story. If stuff like that isn't your thing, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. This is just a story. Enjoy:)
As always, Many thanks to my Editor and friend. Challenger69
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My name is Donna Coombs, I'm a forty-year-old, wife to Darren, who's forty-seven and we are parents to eighteen-year-old Jamie.
Not only am I incredibly attractive for a woman my age, but I am also incredibly attractive period. A creamy-skinned blonde, one of those women who somehow got hotter as they got older. Not only looks-wise, as I'm just as insanely sexy, but my body is out of this world. A trim waist, a flat belly. A juicy arse that stood out in whatever I wore and legs so firm and taut, that they were almost enough, to steal attention away from my absolutely enormous breasts. My jugs were huge, firm, smooth, and undeniably perfect. 34-G tits... even if I do say so myself.
Myself and Darren had booked us all on a trip to Monaco, for the Formula one grand prix for Jamie's Eighteenth birthday. He is F1 mad, so it seemed a perfect gift and we hadn't had a family holiday in so long, it made sense to book for the whole week, starting on a Monday and ending the following Monday, after the weekend of racing ended.
I won't lie, as much as I was looking forward to it and so were my men, I couldn't help but feel a little cautious, as Darren was a keen gambler in his younger days and I knew we were going to a place full of high rollers, money and also casino's. I did raise the subject with Darren and to be fair to him, he agreed with my doubt but assured me it was over 30 years ago now and he hadn't had the urge since he gave up, so my mind was put to rest.
Of course when we told Jamie, he was like a puppy who's just seen his owners, after they came back from a day at work, zooming all around the house, hugging and kissing me more than he was already, which I put down to being young and a red blooded male, whilst talking a hundred miles an hour about it.
It soon was only a month away, he was getting more and more excited as was I, now having said it had been a while since we had a holiday, or any sort of real time off. In the hope that in the week away, Darren and I could switch off from work and life, and take some time for us to re-connect. We both have great successful careers, so we are not short of money by any means, but, with that comes long days and falling into the rut of life. That is what we had fell into and it was time to get out of it, because I can tell you one thing, I really need to get fucked.
Something that Jamie was getting daily. When he arrived home from college every day, his girlfriend of four months appeared most evenings, whether she stayed over or not, I could hear her moans coming from his room. It was always the same though for me, it made me jealous as hell! Not that it wasn't me in there with him, but it made me horny for sex with Darren.
Fat chance of that, because when the moans and squeals were driving me mad, he was either working late or in bed, fast asleep next to me. Before shutting of the lamp that night, I rolled my eyes as I again heard moans from down the hall, 'I'm glad someone's getting it' I thought.
I smiled at Jamie's girlfriend Tara as she came down the stairs to go home the following morning, Me also in the hallway almost leaving for work myself, then I remembered I forgot to tell Jamie to put rubbish bins out for collection, it was his only chore but he still needed reminding, so I trotted back up and knocked on his door to get no answer, so I slowly opened it and peeked, now I knew why I heard so many moans from Tara. He was laid on his back, totally naked with his air pods in watching something on his phone, whilst sporting the hugest fattest cock I'd ever seen! My husband wasn't small but this was huge and had to be as thick as a red bull can! My eyes went huge as I stared at it just pointing to the ceiling. Backing away slowly I closed the door quietly, made my way back down and decided to just leave him a note to do it.
After I jumped in my car, I flipped the visor down and was greeted by a flushed face staring back at me, realizing then my panties were damp and my nipples were throbbing hard in arousal, "Girl you need to get laid." then snapping the mirror up before heading on my way.
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Jesus Christ, it was now only two days away until we flew from London to Monaco. In that time passing from seeing Jamie's horse cock, I was still unsuccessful in getting Darren in me, while I had to put up with Tara getting railed in my ears. My saving grace was the final week before we left, she had gone away with her parents, so at least I had some peace but the bulge in his pants seemed to pull my eyes to it since i saw it.
One day left now before we go, so I booked myself in for a day of pampering, new hair and a wax, whilst the boys went for haircuts. I walked out of the salon that afternoon looking and feeling Fantastic, I had a mini massage, before an all over body wax, followed by tidy up of a few split ends in my hair. Then I thought fuck it! In Monaco you gotta look the best so I went for a new style, nothing too fancy, just slight curls added to my straight hair and now it sat and bounced just past my shoulders, I was so impressed I brought my own curling iron from town to keep the style going.
Strutting into my kitchen, as my husband was just putting all the luggage and paperwork to one side, ready to grab and go early in the morning, He turned to see and let out a Wolf whistle.
"I take it you like, Daz?"
"Damn girl, you look fine," he eagerly approved.
Maybe I would get the shafting I needed after all on this trip.
"Right Donna, I'm just popping to fill the car up with fuel, ready for the airport trip, back soon."
"Ok, I'm gonna go and sort a few last minute bits" and headed upstairs. As soon as I turned the corner at the top, my son was walking towards me to go down. He started to slow and I noticed he was starting to gawk. I smiled as it was apparent, it was now two men who approved and to be fair to him, I did have quite a bit of cleavage on show, as well as looking immaculate. Now stopping in front of him, resting a fingernail under his chin, I raised his head from staring at my deep cleavage. I think he expecting me to yell at him.
Instead all I said was, "So you like what you see?" Raising an eyebrow.
"You, you look great." He managed to make his voice sound almost normal.
I fed him a warm smile as I sauntered past him, probably adding a little too much sway in my backside, turning back to only catch him follow me with his eyes "Not too late to bed tonight J, we are up early," as I closed my door behind me and leaned back on it, I felt a thrill over that little interaction.
Whispering out loud "Wow nearly a week of no sex and he's eyeing up his own mum."
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The alarm went off, the sky outside was already light as we hurried to get ready, groggy but excited. Suitcases clicked shut, passports checked one last time and we were out the door, the morning air waking us up as we made our way to the airport.
The terminal was already alive with travelers, the low hum of announcements, the shuffle of luggage wheels, the aroma of burnt coffee was pleasant. We navigated security lines, grabbed a quick breakfast on the go, and settled in to wait at our gate, watching planes taxi across the tarmac as excitement rose.
The flight itself was only a couple of hours.
Finally, after what felt like a full day of hustle and bustle, we landed. The air was warmer here, the light brighter. We made our way through baggage claim, stepping out into Monaco at last, where the sparkling Mediterranean greeted us, and the elegant streets and marinas made the long journey worthwhile. We had arrived.
It was full of Formula one lorry's setting up, ready for the weekend ahead, with road closures already starting to take place.
We checked in, dumped our bags and quickly admired our rooms while unpacking. Luxurious and with a balcony each, but sadly not overlooking the street track. We knew that though when we booked, so that's why we got front row seats near the start finish line for the weekend.
After a long day and finally unpacking, we found ourselves at a little gem tucked away on a quiet street, all soft lighting, warm laughter, and the gentle clink of glasses. The terrace overlooked the marina, where the yachts glittered under the setting sun. The air was balmy, carrying the faint scent of sea salt and jasmine.
We started with crisp, chilled rosé that seemed to glow in the candlelight, and before we knew it, bottle after bottle appeared as if by magic. Platters of fresh seafood, delicate pastas and rich, buttery sauces arrived at our table, each dish better than the last. We ate slowly, savoring every bite, talking and laughing as the night deepened. The waiters seemed to delight in keeping our glasses full, time slipped away as we indulged, feeling carefree and utterly spoiled in the warm night.
After we finally tore ourselves away from the table, pleasantly full and a little giddy from all the wine, we strolled back to the hotel, the warm night air wrapping around us like a promise. We said goodnight as Jamie went into his room next to us, once inside ours, the mood followed us, that heady mix of good food, good drink, and the magic of Monaco, making everything feel electric.
My husband and I didn't waste much time; we were both in that playful, eager mood, and I was more than ready for what I thought would be a long, delicious night. But after all the build-up, all that anticipation... it was over before it even really began. And before I could say a word, he was snoring softly beside me, blissfully unaware.
Fuming, I slipped out of bed and stormed onto the balcony in my short silk robe. The cool night air hitting my skin, trying to calm myself down. The lights of Monaco sparkled below, the gentle hush of the sea in the distance, and I stood there, arms crossed, letting the breeze carry away my frustration, as I stared out over the city that still felt so alive, even if my night had come to an early end.
Then as I let the red mist settle, I noticed to my left, that a light was coming from the small parting in the balcony curtains to my son's room, I focused on it and should have really turned away then.
He was again on his back, stark bollock naked with his huge erection pointing up, watching his phone, only this time his hand was gliding up and down it.
I hadn't meant to watch at first, the quiet concentration on his face, the way his hand moved with a rhythm that was all his own. There was something raw and honest in it, and it stirred something deep inside me.
I stayed still for a moment, simply watching, feeling the heat rise in my chest. His pleasure was his own and somehow it felt as if I were part of it, drawn in by the tension I could see, building in him. Without even thinking, my own hand drifted down, slow at first, my fingers worked my inflamed wet clit slowly, matching his pace, my breath falling into the same rhythm as my hand.
Just the two of us, caught up in the same unspoken need, me feeding off him without him knowing, lost in the moment together.
I now matched his rhythm, breath hitching as pleasure curled tighter inside me. The way his own hand worked faster spurred me on. The tension in both of us grew, rising higher, until there was no holding back.
He came first, his body trembling as he let go. The sight of him undone like that, tipped me over the edge, a wave of heat and release that left me gasping, my body arching as I watched ropes and ropes of thick, creamy and strong man jizz shoot into air and landed on his toned tummy. As the first rope splashed down, my own cum hit me. Legs shaking... fingers a blur...
"UNNNGGGHHH." I let out with a shudder as I was struck hard by this feeling.
For a moment I didn't move, catching my breath, eyes still locked, connected in the quiet afterglow of what he'd done and I shared.
I watched as he got up to go to the bathroom, I spun on my heels feeling better than I would have, if I actually had sex with my husband. Closing the sliding door behind me and closing the curtains, not giving two shits if anyone had seen masturbate, throwing off my robe, I jumped in bed and settled into a deep sleep.
The next morning my husband tried to apologize, I waved him off as if it was fine. Truth be told, it wouldn't have been fine if I didn't get the cum I did after, but I wasn't gonna make that common knowledge.
So we sat for breakfast and waited for Jamie, who was on his way down.
I tried to focus on the conversation at hand, the clink of cutlery, the soft hum of the room anything but him. My heart thudded in my chest, too fast, too loud. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, the ache of wanting that which had taken me by surprise. And that's when the thought came, clear and sharp, cutting through the haze of desire.
Okay, this is dangerous now.
Because I knew the pull was more than a passing spark. It was the kind of temptation that could unravel everything, if I let it. And yet, despite myself, I couldn't help but wonder just for a moment what it would feel like, to give in.
I took a slow breath, steadying myself, trying to will the feeling away. But deep down, I knew something had already shifted. Why did I in that moment of seeing my son the next day, feel more love for my son than his dad, in every way.
So it was music to my ears, when he announced he wanted to explore alone and geek out on the upcoming weekend for the next few days, he had his own money, so Darren and I planned to have some quality time and I could shake the feeling of whatever this was.
We were having a fantastic time, we walked and dined, took in the supercars just parked all over. We had a great time just reconnecting for a good few days and one night actually managed a really good round of sex, so I was feeling more and more ok about reconnecting as a couple, until Thursday came.
As I previously mentioned about Darren's old gambling habit, it was clear the bright lights were drawing him in and ok yes there was a lot of casino's around, but we knew that when we booked. I reluctantly allowed him and myself to have a few little flutters, nothing to heavy, but as the day went on and alcohol played a part in this too, he was getting attached so I tried my best to end this now.
"Darren please, let's go now, we've had enough to drink and you've had some time on the slots"
"Donna its fine, what happens here stay's here, I'm having fun and it's not like I'm gonna be an addict is it? We are on holiday after all, so lighten up crazy tits"
Oh talk about red rag to a bull. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Look don't take it seriously, but come on woman, chill out."
"How dare you talk to me like that! How dare you! I'm sorry for worrying about you and not letting old habits take a hold again"
He just waved me off and continued feeding coins in the slots.
"You stay here Darren and you'll stay alone. I mean it, I'm not hanging around waiting for you."
"Ugghh Donna, this is Monaco, go shop or whatever. Will you?"
I turned on my heels, fucking fuming and walked out of there.
I found a little wine bar and took it out on a bottle of wine, to calm myself down. As the night went on I decided to stay away as long as I could, until I went back to my room. I knew Jamie was back and in bed, as he texted me to let me know he was safe. Darren was in bed fast asleep, probably drunk too, it was best I went to bed too, as tomorrow was Friday Practice sessions, ahead of the qualifying on Saturday, we had 3 seats in the grandstand ready.
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I can't believe what I'm hearing. My heart's pounding so hard I feel it in my ears. He's standing there like it's nothing, like he hasn't just dropped a bomb in the middle of our holiday.
"Three days? You booked yourself into a three-day poker tournament, without even talking to me? Or thinking about Jamie in any of this?"
My voice is louder than I mean it to be, but I don't care. His mouth opens like he's going to come out with some excuse, and I cut him off before he can even start.
"Don't. Don't stand there and try to spin this like it's reasonable. Who's going to make sure we are ok and Jamie has a blast while you're off chasing a card game? Oh wait... let me guess... me, right? Like always."
He runs a hand through his hair, looking annoyed now, like I'm the one being difficult.
"It's not just a card game," he mutters. "It's something I enjoy."
I laugh, bitter. "Oh, you enjoy it. Well, that makes it fine then! Sure. Go! God forbid you think about your son and why we booked this."
He tries to speak again, but I'm on a roll now and all the resentment that's been simmering for weeks, is right at the surface.
"Do you even hear yourself? 'It's something I enjoy.' Do you think I enjoy being the one who has to plan around your last-minute decisions? Do you think I enjoy picking up the slack every time you need your precious treats?"
I'm shaking now. I hate that I'm shaking. I hate that he looks like he's already tuning me out, like I'm just being dramatic.
"This isn't about poker, and you damn well know it. It's about respect. And right now? I don't feel any."
I glare at him, daring him to say something that'll make this worse. My chest is tight, my throat burns, but I won't back down. Not this time.
He just stands there. Silent. Like he's waiting for this to blow over. Like I'll calm down and let it go, like always, then he starts, "Look he won't even care I'm not there, to interested in the cars and the event"
And that's what makes me snap.
"Unbelievable." The word spits out of me before I can stop it. "You're not even sorry, are you? You're just annoyed I'm calling you out on it."
He opens his mouth, but I don't give him the chance.
"Don't bother, save whatever excuse you were about to throw at me."
I grab my bag off the counter, my key card, my phone. Hands shaking, heart racing. I can feel the heat in my face, the sting of tears I refuse to let fall.
He says my name, soft, like that's going to fix this. Like saying Donna in that tone will make me stop, will make me forget how small and invisible I feel right now.
I turn at the door, just once.
"Enjoy your tournament." My voice is ice. "I hope it's worth it."
As I stand outside the hotel waiting for my son, the weight of everything crashes down on me at once. I try to keep my smile steady, to stay strong for him, but my chest is tight and my eyes sting. I blink hard, willing the tears away. Not now. Not in front of him.
But he sees me. He always does. His face creases with concern, his head tilted, watching me with those clear, kind eyes, that seem far too wise for his age.
We're eye to eye, and my voice shakes as I say what he's done.
I try to keep it light, to brush it away like dust, but the truth hangs between us. And then, before I can say another word, he steps forward and wraps his arms around me.
"It's okay, Mum," he whispers. "Let's go have some fun, just us."
His voice so gentle, so sure, melts something inside me. I pull him close, breathe in the warmth of him, and feel the storm in my heart begin to quiet.
"Thank you, my love," I whisper as he brushes the hair back from my forehead.
And then he presses a soft, lingering kiss there, a kiss that means more than I can ever tell you.
He grins, takes my hand, and together we walk toward the day, leaving the heaviness behind.
Even though the ache in my chest lingered quietly, like a shadow I couldn't quite shake, as the day unfolded. My son with his endless chatter, his bright, excited eyes, the way he'd squeeze my hand when he thought I needed it. How he'd pause his fun just to share a silly joke or flash me a grin, slowly pulled me out of my sadness, wrapping me in this warm, unexpected comfort that made me feel not just needed, but cherished and wanted, as if in his world I was the most important person and somehow, in having a great day, he gave me one too.
And in that moment my mind was made up, if he was giving me a good day without even trying, I was going to give him a mind-blowing one, the kind of day we'd remember with a smile for a long, long time.
So after the free practice sessions had finished, I feigned a headache and made an excuse to slip away, telling him to stay and enjoy himself a little longer, but the truth was, there was no headache at all; my mind was already forming a plan, a devious one.
I left him there, heart racing, a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. No headache. No sadness now, just pure, delicious purpose. My sandals clicked confidently along the sun-warmed boards of the marina, the smell of salt and sun cream thick in the air, the sea glittering like it was in on my plan.
I scanned the line of shops and kiosks until I spotted it: "Azure Boat Hire, Private Charters & Self-Drive" painted in cheerful blue letters on a whitewashed hut. Perfect.
Without hesitation, I strode in, the bell above the door jingling as I pushed it open. A tanned man with silvered hair and mirrored sunglasses looked up from a clipboard, giving me that lazy, coastal smile.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes," I said, setting my bag down on the counter, my voice steady with excitement. "I want to hire a boat for the day. Something easy to handle but fast enough to have some fun also, with a little area below deck, a deck large enough to sunbath on and I need a pre-packed picnic, proper picnic, with champagne, beers, the works. I want a map, or better yet, your best recommendations for secluded coves. Somewhere we can drop anchor, swim, eat, and feel like the world's ours for a while."
His smile widened. "We can absolutely do that. You've come to the right place."
Within minutes he was showing me options of sleek little yachts, a cooler packed with ice already waiting, a paper chart of the coastline, where he circled hidden beaches and quiet spots tourists usually missed.
"That one's my favorite," he said, tapping the map. "You'll have it to yourselves I promise; all the people will be watching qualifying."
He opened the cooler and said, "This is not your cooler, but a couples' going out in fifteen minutes. Yours will be exactly the same, on your boat tomorrow, fifteen minutes ahead of time."
I looked inside, "Wonderful, exactly what I had in mind, thank you so much."
I signed the forms and felt the weight of it leave my bank balance, feeling the thrill of the plan coming together. As I stepped back outside, the breeze tugging at my hair, I imagined the look on my son's face when I told him what we were about to do. A day of incestuous sin, The very best kind.
With the boat booked and the picnic sorted, I wasn't done yet, not even close. The breeze off the water carried that wild, reckless energy and I decided then and there; today wasn't just going to be fun. It was going to be unforgettable.
I strode back into the city, passing the usual souvenir shops and tourist shops, until I spotted exactly what I needed: a small boutique with neon sarongs, hats, and mannequins in slinky swimwear, posed like they owned the world. Inside, the air smelled of coconut oil, and the racks were crammed with bright colors and bold cuts.
The saleswoman raised an eyebrow when I pointed to the tiniest scrap of black fabric in the display case behind her, a G-string bikini that looked like it was stitched together with audacity and dental floss.
"Planning to leave anything to the imagination?" the woman asked, half-smirking.
"Not at all," I said, slipping off my sunglasses with a slow, deliberate grin. "I'm not buying for comfort. I'm buying for impact."
The top barely passed for coverage, two triangles so small they seemed to defy physics, let alone decency. The bottom? A single string with attitude. It didn't whisper. It shouted.
I held it up to my body, looked in the mirror and smiled, like I already knew exactly the kind of chaos this would cause my boy.
"Perfect," I said. "It doesn't say fuck me... it screams it."
Bag in hand, I walked back into the sun, head high, feeling free, fierce and ready to give both of us the wildest, happiest day we'd had in a long, long time.
The next morning, the sun was already high, the sky a perfect stretch of Mediterranean blue. My heart thudded with anticipation, today was ours.
"Sweetheart," I began, brushing hair from his forehead, "we're not going back to the racing today."
His face fell in an instant. His shoulders sagged, and his mouth opened, already forming a protest.
"But Mum! We were supposed to..."
I held up a hand, trying not to laugh at his indignation.
"Wait. Listen. I've upgraded it. I arranged it yesterday afternoon and changed our tickets. Sunday's going to be even better, VIP seats, Pit passes, the works. But today?" I leaned in, my grin matching the sparkle in his eyes, as the promise of something new tugged at his curiosity. "Today is just for us. I've planned something even more exciting, just don't tell your dad."
His frown melted.
"Upgraded?" His voice lifted. "Pit Lane, really?"
I nodded, and just like that, the disappointment vanished, replaced by wide-eyed wonder. He grabbed me and bolted for the door, the energy back in his step.
Hand in hand, we made our way down to the marina, the smell of the sea filling our lungs, the sun warm on our backs. He had no idea what was coming, but the joy on his face told me this was already the right choice.
After a quick lesson from the hire company, steering, anchoring, what to watch for on the water, we were ready. I kept nodding, trying to look serious, but inside I was bursting. The engine hummed to life beneath us and soon we were gliding out of the harbor, leaving the marina's bustle behind, the open sea calling us into its endless blue.
For the first stretch, we both sat quiet, the wind tugging at our hair, the salt spray cool against our skin. I watched him, his face lit with excitement, bare-chested in just his shorts, legs stretched out, the happiest I'd seen him in ages. I wore a simple little sundress, thin and fluttering in the breeze, my bikini hidden below deck, waiting for the right moment waiting for our cove.
We sailed for almost an hour, chasing the horizon, feeling the world shrink to just us, the boat and the sea. Finally, guided by the hire company's map and a bit of instinct, we spotted it, a secluded cove, the water shimmering turquoise, hugged by cliffs that promised privacy with a permanent strong ray of sun directly above.
He slowed the boat, my heart pounding in that perfect way, the mix of adventure and peace, and dropped anchor. The boat rocked gently, the engine stilled, nothing but the soft slap of waves against the hull.
We unpacked our lunch: crusty bread, cheeses, olives, cold meats, the chilled champagne waiting in its ice bucket, and beers for him, too manly. We sat cross-legged on the deck, eating, laughing, talking about everything and nothing, like the world beyond the cove didn't exist.
And beneath my skin, I felt the anticipation, the moment was coming. Soon, I'd slip below deck, trade fabric for nearly nothing and join him in on deck, free and fearless, ready to make this day ours in every way.
The quiet of the cove wrapped around us, the world reduced to sun, sea and the soft creak of the boat, as it bobbed gently on the water. He finished his sandwich, leaning over the bow rail, tossing crumbs to the curious little fish below.
I slipped below deck without a word, heart racing not with nerves, but with that delicious, wild thrill of doing something bold, just because I could. I peeled off the sundress, the soft fabric pooling at my feet, and adjusted the black G-string bikini around me, barely there, hugging the few curves it actually did cover in all the ways I'd imagined when I bought it. A quick glance in the little mirror. Dark sunglasses on, hair loose and bouncy, skin sun-warmed and I smiled.
When I stepped back onto the deck, the heat of the sun hit me, and so did the rush of the moment. I strode toward him, slow and deliberate, hips swaying with every step, my meaty buttocks moving in time with the gentle rock of the boat, crude and unapologetic, the same as my tits, as the tiny triangles covering the nipples were already starting to fight a losing battle. I felt free, powerful, like the sea itself was watching and cheering me on.
He turned at the sound of my steps, and the look of wide-eyed surprise on his face, made me grin even wider. This was our day a day of wrongness, of fun, of breaking the rules and lots of cumming. And it was just getting started.
He turned just as I reached the edge of the deck, and the surprise on his face hit me like a wave. His eyes went wide, mouth open, completely caught off guard. For a moment, he just stared, jaw slack, completely speechless.
Then, like the words finally caught up to his brain, he stammered,
"Mum... wow... I... uh... you look... wow."
He almost stumbled backward, gripping the railing to steady himself, utterly floored by the sight. I laughed softly, loving every second of it, this was exactly the reaction I wanted.
I flopped back onto the sun-warmed deck, stretching out long and luxuriating in the heat, my dark sunglasses shielding my eyes, as I caught his stunned expression out of the corner of my eye.
"So," I said, voice low and teasing, "do you think I've got the body to pull off this look?" I gave my hips a slow, exaggerated sway, the movement bold and deliberate.
He blinked, flushed slightly, then grinned with mock seriousness. "Definitely... definitely something to stare at."
I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks, the warmth of the sun and his smile wrapping around me like a perfect kind of magic. This day was ours wild, wrong, and wonderful.
The sun warmed my skin, but it was the quiet between us that made the moment linger. I turned my head just enough to catch his gaze, softer now, more thoughtful than before.
"Hey," I began gently, "do you miss her? Your girlfriend, I mean."
He looked down, fiddling with the edge of his shorts, a small sigh escaping him. "Yeah... sometimes."
I nodded, understanding more than words could say. Then, with a small playful smile tugging at my lips.
"Well," I said softly, "if you want, I can be your girlfriend for today. Just for today, no rules, no worries. We can make this day ours, whatever that means."
He looked up, eyes wide and a little surprised, but there was something in his smile, maybe relief, maybe just warmth that told me he liked the idea more than he let on.
We sat there for a moment, the sound of waves around us and the promise of this unexpected day, stretching out ahead. Just the two of us.
He gawked for a second, then smirked, crossing his arms as if trying to play it cool.
"Are you actually serious right now?" he asked, half-laughing, eyes flicking from my sunglasses to my barely-there bikini.
I tilted my head, letting the sun catch my hair as I looked back
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
He grinned, still a little incredulous. "I dunno... this is a lot, Mum."
I laughed, lowering my sunglasses, just enough so he could see the sparkle in my eyes.
"Really think I'd be wearing this if I was joking?"
That shut him up in the best way. His grin widened, and together we let the moment hang between us, full of fun, freedom and thrill.
His grin faltered for just a second, his brow furrowing as the thought caught up to him.
"But... what about Dad and Tara?" he asked, glancing out at the endless sea, like maybe the answer was out there somewhere.
I didn't miss a beat. I held my arms out, looked from side to side, causing my sunglasses to slide further down my nose and said, my voice low and full of wicked amusement.
"Are they here?"
He hesitated. "Well... no."
I shrugged, continuing to spread my arms to gesture at the wide, empty horizon.
"Do you really give a fuck? Because I don't."
That made him laugh, really laugh, the kind that echoed across the water, all tension melting away. And with that, the last of the world outside this boat slipped from our minds.
I now knelt down in the center of the deck, the sun beating down, I grabbed the bottle, poured myself another glass of champagne and downed it in one smooth, deliberate motion, the bubbles sharp and cold against the warmth of the day.
Without breaking eye contact, I reached back and shut the cool box lid with a soft 'thunk,' sealing the rest of our feast and drinks safely away, wanting nothing to distract us from this moment.
Slowly, I slid my sunglasses off, holding his gaze as I did, the sea breeze lifting strands of my hair. I tossed the glasses aside carelessly, letting them clatter onto the deck, no longer needing anything between us. Just me, him and the open blue around us.
"Come here"
He took a hesitant step forward, his legs unsteady, as if the weight of my gaze alone had knocked the balance out from under him. Each movement was slow, uncertain, his breath shallow, his hands fidgeting at his sides. He could feel my eyes on him like heat, watching, waiting.
I looked at him hungrily, lips slightly parted, gaze dark and unwavering, as though I could devour him with just a glance. It rattled him to his core. His heartbeat thudded louder with every step, not from fear, but from the raw electric charge, pulsing between us.
His throat bobbed with a nervous swallow and still, I didn't look away. If anything, my stare grew more intense -- predatory, inviting, dangerous in the most seductive way. He moved forward, pulled not by confidence but by something deeper... a need, a dare, a challenge he wasn't sure he was ready for... but couldn't walk away from it.
And there he was, stood right in front of me as we held each other's gaze. I grabbed his shorts and pulled them down with a fury.
I pulled them all the way down to his ankles, and it hit me-in the face. Leaning back a little from my son's hard member, I finally got a good close look at what I had only seen from a distance.
"Fuck me!" I said amazed, "It's huge!"
My eyes completely fixed on the big dick in front of my eyes.
I reached up to wrap my left hand around the thick shaft, a small light caught my wedding and engagement ring on my third finger, but I didn't care, my fingers barely met as they wrapped around it's thickness. I loved the feel of electricity, of wrapping my fingers around my son's cock, I felt like I was in a daze. As my right hand rose to meet my left, Jamie spoke.
"Erm, bigger than Dad's?" He asked nervously.
All I could do was nod, as my tea saucer size eyes and full concentration, was on my hand wrapped around my son's dick in front of my face. As I stared at its length, with both hands around it and still a lot of his cock uncovered, I looked up.
"How big is it?" I asked, still in a daze as I looked back at the wondrous cock.
"Almost nine and half inches." He said as I glanced back up, seeing him stare down at my large tits, the only things covered were my nipples and areola.
"Nine and a half!" I whispered adoringly.
I slowly began to move my hands back and forth along the whole length of Jamie's dick, gently squeezing as I moved my hands. He began to softly moan, but I didn't hear any of it as my hands slowly moved up and down nine plus inches! I thought to myself. I had never seen a dick that big in my life. Darren certainly wasn't that big, he wasn't small but not that big and I had thought he was huge. My hands moved a little faster. Jamie was huge, and he was only Eighteen
"You want me to suck it?" I asked still moving my hands fast and hard. And this time I did feel the bolt of lightning surge through me.
He could only nod vigorously, but he was now looking down at me again.
I smiled teasingly up at him as I moved my face closer to his hard dick. I slowed my hands down and kept my lust-filled eyes on his. I opened mouth and ran the flat of my tongue from base to tip, savoring the heat, the salt, the way he shuddered for me, it wasn't love in my eyes anymore, it was raw animalistic need.
The next moment I opened my mouth and sank down on his dick.
He let out a groan as his dick reached my throat and I slowly began sliding my lips back up the length of his dick. I had only taken half of his dick in my mouth.
"Fuck mum! You've taken more than what Tara can already."
As my mouth slid softly to the head of his cock, I made a popping sound as I pulled my mouth off and smiled up at him teasingly.
"You like that huh?" I asked teasingly.
"Oh yeah." Was all he could manage to groan out.
"Want me to carry on?" I said, as I gently moved my hands up and down his thick shaft.
"Uh-huh." He groaned. With me kneeling in front of him, playing with his dick, he couldn't make words form in his mouth, he was too horny.
I smiled at him again and leaned forward slightly, to flick my tongue over the head of his cock. My eyes again stayed locked to his, as I gently ran my tongue over and around the head, and then slowly licked all the way down the underside of his cock, kissed each of his cum-filled balls, slowly dragging my tongue all the way back up his cock and once again swallowed his cock into my warm, wet mouth.
Oh fuck!" He groaned, as I gently sucked on his dick and ran my tongue over it in slashes. I began descending down its length again.
I was smiling the best I could as he moaned, while gently squeezing his dick with my hands, face lowered further down making sure my eyes never left his, even when he closed them from pleasure. My mouth was stretched wide because of the thickness of his meat, with my blonde hair in those curly waves of mine in the gentle breeze, big eyes surrounded by a little eye liner, that sun beaming a golden sheen against my creamy face and his dick, as I slid my mouth slowly up and down his weapon.
As I continued to move my mouth up and down, I was becoming more comfortable with the amount of dick I had in my mouth and now bobbing my head up and down, a little faster and more smoothly. I let my eyes leave his and turned all attention to his dick. Releasing my left hand, I reached back and slammed it flat against my arse, spanking myself in lust as it slightly echoed against the cove, while pumping faster with my right. He now smiled down at me as he heard it, he watched another inch slip further into my mouth and he felt my throat.
Faster and faster I pumped his dick, as my head bobbed up and down his shaft with increasing fervor.
"Mmmmmmmph!" I moaned, as the shaft glided back and forth between my lips and tongue, slashed back and forth across the rock solid bone.
Jamie groaned loud now as I continued to suck harder and harder, ramming my face back and forth on his dick. No doubt loving the sight of his hard cock sliding between his mum's hot lips, into my warm, wet mouth. My big tits jiggled more furiously now within the tiny piece of fabric and Jamie was mesmerized.
Another inch slipped into my mouth and we both felt his cock push into my throat. Jamie couldn't help but groan even louder now.
"Oh fuck mum, yeah!" He groaned loudly, and I moaned loudly around his dick, the sucking became even more intense.
Faster and faster, harder and harder, I sucked at his dick and more and more I pushed my mouth forward, trying to take even more of his dick deep into my throat. His eyes grew wider and wider, as inch after inch slid back and forth into my hot mouth. First four inches, then seven and then I had all nine inches of Jamie's hard cock ramming down my throat, my eyes never left his hard dick and I was slamming my face back and forth, hard and fast still.
"Fuck mum, suck my dick." He groaned through clenched teeth. This was better than anything he had ever had before, I knew it, "Suck it Mum, suck my cock!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmph" I groaned loudly and rolled my eyes around, I was really loving this and the fact he was now becoming vocal, told me his nerves and doubt had gone.
My head slammed back and forth repeatedly, my eyes focused on the massive dick in my mouth.
Suddenly I moved my right hand off Jamie's cock and grabbed hold of his hip instead, my left hand moving to the other hip, then just as abruptly ran my mouth all the way up his cock, and to his surprise, I pulled my mouth off and looked up at him, my eyes completely filled with lust.
"Have you ever had a blowjob like this from Tara?" I asked and returned my mouth, to only suck on the head of his dick, still looking up at him lustfully.
"Never." He growled down at me.
Once again I pulled my mouth from his dick.
"Has any girl ever taken all your big stalk in her mouth?" I asked, replacing my hot mouth over his dick, sliding my face down a few inches, then pulling back up, before only returning to suck those few inches again.
I was teasing him. And I could tell that he was close to cumming. He needed to cum! I pulled my mouth off his dick again and looked up at him, my face calm and waiting for his answer.
"No, they haven't!" He growled again at me, "Now suck my dick!"
I smiled at him then, more teasingly than he had ever seen me smile before and this time I kept my eyes locked on his, as I took his thick dick back into my mouth, only not moving at first, I just held his dick a couple of inches in my mouth and slashed my tongue across the head. Then, with my eyes still on his, I slammed my face forward and took his entire length into my hot, wet mouth and tight throat. I took all nine and a half inches! Jamie almost came right then.
I paused with my lips right at the base of his cock, still looking up at him lustfully, then my grip tightened on his hips and I began to slowly move my head back up his shaft.
He couldn't believe it. my tits and hair began to bounce more furiously, as I once again began picking up the pace of sucking and licking. It wasn't long until I was slamming my face up and down Jamie's entire length, his dick roughly forcing its way into my throat and gliding back out again. His breathing grew heavier and he knew he couldn't take much more. The lewd noises of the boat blowjob filled this cove, as Jamie groaned loudly through clenched teeth, I too moaned loudly around his cock in my mouth, the lewd slurping and sucking of my mouth and tongue echoed increasingly louder.
My tits shook violently, hair flew back and forth as I continued to suck his dick for all I was worth. My lips, tightly locked around the thick meaty shaft of my son's dick, guided him deeper into my mouth and throat. My hands held him by the hips, steadying the large pole for me to suck on and my eyes never left his once.
"Oh yeah Mum, suck my dick!" He groaned loudly, "Suck it Mum!"
I answered once again with a loud moan and rolling my eyes. My sucking intensified until Jamie thought that I was gonna suck every bit of him, through his dick.
"Yeah, I love watching your mouth suck my cock!" He growled down at me, the beautiful woman on her knees before him, "I love watching it slide between your lips! Oh yeah! Fuck! I love watching your fucking big tits bounce!"
With each word I groaned and moaned around his cock in my mouth, my head bobbing so fast and hard, that I had to lower my eyes to look at his dick before I drove myself on it.
"Oh fuck, your mouth is so hot!" He groaned, as my tongue slashed around the head. "You're so fucking good at this mum!"
Once again came my lustful moan. I had been sucking his dick now for what seemed an eternity, I was surprised that he had managed to last this long, but as he looked down and saw the image of his beautiful mum on her knees, sucking his large cock deep into her mouth in that clinging G string bikini, I felt his balls beginning to tighten.
"Oh fuck!" He grunted out, reached down to grab a handful of my beautiful golden locks and began to thrust his hips forward, fucking my face as hard and fast as he could. He was about to cum after the best blowjob ever, but better than that, he was about to cum in my mouth, his hot mum's mouth.
I felt the thick cock head stretch my tight throat, as I slammed my mouth all the way back down Jamie's ragingly hard and very big dick. I sucked hard as I continuously bobbed my head up and down the long shaft, taking all of it into my mouth and then sliding back up its length, until only the tip of the head stayed in my mouth, only to slam hard back down again. I loved how hot this was, the feel of my son's dick in my mouth was driving me over the edge with horniness. With how I felt, I would've agreed to anything he asked right then. I knew that once this thing was buried deep inside me, I would do anything for him.
As I continued to suck on Jamie's dick, I still couldn't believe that all of this was actually happening, that right then, I was down on my knees giving my own son a blowjob. That thought caused me to moan again around the hard gag in my mouth, and speed up my movements.
Suddenly I heard Jamie groan and then felt him grab hold of my hair roughly, oh did it feel good. It felt even better as suddenly he began thrusting his hips back and forth, literally fucking my face harshly. His dick rammed back and forth, in and out of my mouth as his hands held my head still. I wasn't getting away if I had wanted to, but this turned me on even more. I had never been taken roughly like this before and I couldn't help but groan at how good it felt. My own son was fucking my mouth and I loved it. My lips gripped tightly around his pistoning shaft and my tongue quickly darted around the invading member, as he repeatedly slammed his manhood into my mouth and down my throat.
I shifted my eyes so I could look at his face. He was staring down at me, his face contorted with lust as his big dick, rammed in and out of my mouth. My eyes teased and lusted for him, I sucked as hard as I could. I had never taken a cock so big in my mouth ever and I was amazed that I had been able to shove all of his nine and a half inches down my throat, but, I had been determined to take all of him in my mouth when I saw how big he was, thanks to Darren for being a dick, I was gonna get the treatment I needed... from his son.
Suddenly he grunted again and I felt the head of his cock grow bigger, I knew that he was about to cum and he roughly pulled my face towards him, impaling my mouth down to the hilt of his cock and burying himself down my throat quickly, my eyes immediately went to his dick shoved deep in my mouth. Then Jamie snarled wordlessly and I felt his big dick explode deep within my throat, I tried to swallow his cum quickly but still I gagged and some of his hot, sticky cum, dribbled out of my mouth.
Once his cock began dumping its load into my mouth however, Jamie let one hand drop and then stopped pulling me to him with the other, immediately I pulled back so that the spasming head of my son's big dick, pulled out of my throat and into my mouth. Cum continued to shoot out of his cock and began to fill my mouth quickly, I swallowed it down my throat and into my tummy just as quickly, but still more came in what seemed to be an endless stream of cum.
I continued swallowing my son's magnificent cum, while I knelt in front of him with his dick in my mouth. I sucked on his dick, trying to pull all of the cum out of him and finally, after minutes of his cum shooting into my mouth, coating my tongue as I swirled it around and swallowing it all, the fountain began to slow. I raised my left hand deliberately so I could see my wedding ring as I pumped my son's cock with my fist, forcing the last drops of his cum from his balls. So much cum, I thought to myself.
Finally, Jamie's dick stopped erupting and the cum stopped. I swallowed the last of the cum in my mouth and began to run my tongue around the head and shaft of his dick, cleaning the rest of his cum off him, then I looked up into his now open eyes and slid his dick from my mouth.
"That was fucking amazing!" Jamie exclaimed, I stayed kneeling in front of him, my hand gently squeezing his now softening dick.
"I should hope so too." I said teasingly, as I looked up at him with big eyes
My smile deepened and I reluctantly let Jamie's cock fall out of my hand and smoothly rose to my feet.
"Mum, I wanna fuck you," he blurted out.
"Do you?" I said as I stood up in front of Jamie and combed my hair with my fingers. "Well, you're certainly going to."
"But I think you need to get him ready first." I said, as I skipped a few light steps toward the cooler, popped it open with a grin and grabbed the champagne bottle, not even bothering with a glass as I tipped it back and took a few carefree gulps, straight from the neck.
I took a few more generous gulps, the bubbles fizzing on my lips, then I sauntered over to him with a sly smile, the bottle swinging casually in my hand. Without a word, I raised it to his mouth and he leaned in, taking a few large mouthfuls, our eyes locked as he drank.
I snatched the bottle back, drained it to the last drop, and slammed it down as the cooler lid crashed shut. Another full bottle sat inside, cold and waiting, alongside a six-pack of beer. I turned to him, eyes burning, feral.
He was almost back to full strength. I pointed to the center of the boats deck and said, calm but firm, "On your back." As he moved, I stepped closer, my voice dropping just enough to make him lean in. 'We're about to make 365 Days look tame.'"
He laid flat, eyes locked on mine, every muscle waiting. I stood over him unblinking. With a single, sharp pull, I tore the near non-existent G-string from my body and tossed it away like it was nothing... because right now, it was.
His focus was entirely on me now. He marveled at the sight of me naked, radiant, my chest rising with every breath, full and heaving. I stood there, untouchable and in complete control, letting him take it all in.
I stepped over him, placing a foot on either side of his body, holding his gaze as I slowly lowered myself. My movements were deliberate, teasing, until I was squatting over him so close, the heat between us was undeniable. And then we touched. The contact was electric, forbidden and we both gasped. His in surprise, mine in slow, wicked satisfaction.
And then, it was time. I took hold of him, firm and steady, guiding him as I led us both into paradise. This time it wasn't just a gasp that left our lips, it was something deeper, louder, needier. As he pushed past my lips, I lowered myself onto him, slowly, deliberately, taking him in, inch by inch. I rose, then sank again, again, each time deeper, fuller, until there was nothing left between us. His moan broke into a growl and mine into a cry, that tore through the still air, echoing off the cove in a sharp, piercing scream that said everything words never could.
I threw my head back, eyes clenched shut, and let the primal scream rip from my throat.
"Fuuuck yes! Oh my god, yes!"
The words tumbled out between gasps and moans.
I started riding him slow, grinding my hips in a teasing rhythm, but then I gradually sped up, eventually fucking him harder and faster, pounding down on him like I needed to bury myself inside. His hands grabbed my heavy breasts, squeezing hard, thumbs twisting my diamond-hard, pointy nipples until a sharp sting exploded through me. I moaned loud and ragged, biting my lip to hold back cries as heat surged through my body. Every thrust slammed deep, the slick, wet friction driving us both wild, raw and desperate. The world shrank to just the two of us, our bodies colliding, sweat slick, breaths ragged, nothing else existing but the fire we fed in each other.
His hands roamed up my sides, rough and warm, finally finding my breasts again, cupping them like he needed to feel every inch of me, claiming, worshipping. His thumbs brushed over my hardened nipples, making me shudder.
"God, you feel unreal," he breathed, voice thick with need.
I leaned forward slightly, bringing my chest closer to his mouth. "Then stop just looking," I whispered, teasing, my lips curling with a wicked smile.
He didn't hesitate. His mouth closed around one nipple, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make my hips stutter mid-motion.
"Fuck..." I gasped, head tilting back as the sensation shot down my spine. I started to pick up the rhythm more, letting my hips roll harder, deeper, dragging myself over him with every rise and fall. His hands gripped my waist now, trying to match the rhythm but I kept control, he was just along for the ride.
"You like watching me take you like this?" I asked, my voice low, breathless.
He groaned, eyes locked on where our bodies met. "You have no idea. You're driving me insane Mum."
"Oh, I know," I purred, leaning down, my lips brushing his. "That's the point."
I picked up the pace again, grinding harder, faster, the wet heat between us growing more intense, every motion building on the last. Our breathing tangled. The boat rocked gently beneath us, adding a rhythm all of its own to the chaos we were making.
His fingers dug into my hips. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
I stared down at him, triumphant, hungry, lost in the overwhelming need. "I'm not stopping until you forget your own name."
He laughed, breath hitching. "You're already halfway there."
I tossed my head back and gathered my hair into a messy handful, lifting it off my neck, exposing the long curve of my throat and shoulders. My back arched and with every motion, my tits bounced and shook freely, untamed, glorious for his viewing pleasure, catching the light as I rode him with wild rhythm and complete abandon.
He lay beneath me, utterly captivated, hands roaming my boobs, slapping them, unable to look away. I was untouchable and fully present all at once, powerful, primal, beautiful.
I looked down at him with a smirk, breathless and teasing.
"Like what you see?"
"Fuck yes!" He slapped my tits harder making me shudder, then slapping my arse hard making me squeal and go even faster.
My thighs burned. My skin was slick with sweat and salt. I moved like I was chasing something just out of reach but I wasn't running from it, I was pulling us both toward it with every thrust, every moan, every breathless curse.
Then he cupped my face, eyes intense and burning. "Cum for me, cum for your son," he growled. "Right here. Look at me when you do, in my eyes, not dad's"
And I did, oh fuck did it. Hearing that demand from him and not his dad was mind blowing.
"Oh my god... yes... right there... don't stop!" I screamed, my voice ragged and shaking as my hands gripped his chest, like I was trying to anchor myself as we, mother and son screwed.
He thrust up into me, perfectly in sync, and that was it.
My body snapped taut as the orgasm slammed into me, a wave of heat and pressure that exploded all at once. My mouth fell open in a wordless cry, before the words came tearing out of my throat and I sprayed his spear with mum cum.
"Fuuuck... I'm cumming... oh my god, I'm fucking cumming, Jamie!"
I screamed it without shame, voice echoing across the cove, wild and electric. My body shook, thighs trembling violently as I rode the high, over and over, gasping between cries of "yes, yes, yes oh fuck!"
He held me through it, eyes locked on me, lost in me.
And when the tremors finally slowed, I collapsed forward onto him, breathless, my body slick with sweat and afterglow. A weak, satisfied laugh slipped from my lips as I whispered, still dazed:
"Holy shit. You're gonna break me."
Still catching my breath, I slowly eased up off him, every movement deliberate, my body still trembling with the aftermath. A quiet gasp escaped my lips as I slipped free, heat still radiating from every inch of my skin.
I staggered slightly, legs unsteady, but found some footing and walked... naked, glowing. to the front of the boat. The air kissed my flushed skin as I reached the bow, placed both hands firmly on the railing and bent over with effortless grace, back arched, curves on full display in the sunlight.
Turning my head just enough to meet his gaze, a teasing fire still burning in my eyes.
"Ever seen Titanic?" I asked, raising an eyebrow with a wicked smirk.
He jolted to life the second the words left my mouth, eyes blazing, body thrumming with raw pent-up energy. He surged toward me no hesitation, no restraint, his arousal undeniable, proud and heavy between his thighs as he closed the distance.
His left hand landed hard on my arse with a firm grip, fingers spreading possessively, grounding us both in the heat of the moment. I arched back into his touch, breathing sharp and shallow, heart pounding against my ribs like a drum.
With his right, he reached down, guiding himself toward me, the pressure of his presence already making my breath catch. I could feel him hovering thick, hot, ready, just at the edge of me.
I looked back over my shoulder, smirking, voice like smoke.
"Well? Don't keep me waiting, sailor."
He didn't wait. With one strong thrust, he entered me from behind, deep and sudden, pulling a gasp from my lips, that turned into a choked moan as my fingers tightened on the railing. My back arched instinctively, offering more, taking him in as he filled me completely, A son's beefy dick in mature MILF cunt.
"Fuck," he growled behind me, voice rough, almost feral. "You feel so goddamn good Mum."
His hands gripped my hips with bruising intensity as he began to move hard, fast, relentless. Each thrust drove into me, like he was trying to erase the space between them. Skin slapped against skin, the sound echoing off the water, mixing with my cries and his curses, as he reached round and mauled my tits.
I could barely catch my breath. "Yes... just like that... don't stop... fuck me, fuck your Mum, squeeze my big tits."
"Not planning to," he snarled, pounding into me with everything he had. "You want it hard? You're getting it. Take every inch, prancing around in that bikini! Fuck!"
My moans grew louder, more desperate, matching the pace of his thrusts. The boat rocked beneath us in rhythm, the railing groaning under my grip as my body was pushed forward with every brutal, perfect stroke and whatever he did, my tits were slapping together harshly.
"Say my name," he demanded, voice thick with lust and command. "Say my name as I drill you with dick."
"Jamie... Jamie... JAMIE... JAMIE!!!!" each time louder than the last, until my voice broke and legs shook.
The whole cove seemed to hold its breath, listening to us fall apart in the sun, tangled in lust, power and something wild neither of us could name.
He was unrelenting, slamming into me with savage rhythm, his grip fierce on my hips, guiding me where he wanted, where we both needed me to be. My breath was ragged, my cries torn straight from my chest, each one louder than the last as my body rocked forward under the sheer force of him.
"You're mine, Mum" he growled through clenched teeth, sweat dripping down his chest. "Look at you, fucking taking it so tight, so perfect, so fucking good Mum!"
I gasped, my fingers gripping the rail so hard her knuckles turned white. "Harder!" I screamed, throwing my head back. "Fuck me like you mean it!"
And he did, his pace brutal, rhythm punishing, driving into me, like he was trying to wreck me from the inside out. His curses came with every thrust, dirty and raw, his voice unraveling as the tension built between us, like a spark waiting to catch fire.
UHHHHHHHH! FUCK!" I screamed out, my pussy shivering in pleasure, he was smoothly moving in and out of cunt. My tight twat was wrapped around his cock, pleasuring me with each pump into me.
"You like that, Mum?" he asked. "You like having your son fucking you?"
"Guuuuhhhh! YES! I love it! I love having my son fuck me!" I moaned out.
"GOD! YES! FUCK! I am a slut! A nasty fucking slut! God, I love it!" I squealed as he drove into my cunt. "Deeper, son, deeper! Fuck me deeper, Jamie! That's it! I want to feel every inch of my son's big, fat cock inside me!"
"HARDER!" I screamed, throwing my head forward and back again. "Don't stop... I'm... I'm gonna..."
And then I shattered.
My whole body locked up, my legs trembling violently as the orgasm ripped through me. A scream tore from my throat, raw and unfiltered. I tried to brace myself, but my strength gave out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
"MMMMMMMNNNNNNHHHHHHH! FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!" I screamed out, twisting my head as I moaned in pleasure. My arse was driving back at him hard, riding this orgasm out as hard as possible.
"GOD! FUCKING SHIT! Fuck!" I said, coming down from my orgasm. "Jesus..." I sighed. He kept driving into me fiercely as I pushed myself up, I looked back, hair plastered to my sweaty face.
He reached forward and grabbed my hair, yanking me back. He leaned forward and slid his hands forward, cupping my mammoth tits, as he moved his lips to my ear.
"Admit it," he said.
"Jamie, you made me cum so hard!" I marveled. "Jesus... Jamie... you're the best. The best fuck I've ever had!"
He held me steady through it, now moaning something incoherent, watching me undone beneath his hands. The sight of me losing control... so wild, so real.
And then, with one staggering motion, my legs gave out completely and we tumbled backward together, breathless, sweat-slick, tangled in heat.
Without a word, I rolled up and swung my leg over him, straddling his hips again, but this time facing away. I reached down, found him still rock-hard and throbbing beneath me, and with one slow, controlled motion, I sank down onto him, balls deep.
We both groaned in unison.
I squatted there for a moment, letting the stretch of his big dick settle in again, my hands resting on my thighs, head tilted back, hair falling down my spine like silk.
Then I began to move, slow at first, teasing, dragging myself up and down with perfect control, making him feel every inch of my pussy along his dick.
"Jesus," he gasped, his hands running up my back, gripping my waist. "You're not real."
I chuckled, low and dangerous. "Oh, I'm very real. And I'm not done with you... or your cock and by the feel of it, neither are you"
I began to ride him harder, faster, my hips slamming down with a rhythm that made his breath catch in his throat and I watched as my tits went berserk.
Every time I dropped down on him, it pulled a new curse from his mouth. "Fuck... just like that... don't stop... don't you dare stop Mum..."
I looked back over my shoulder, lips parted, eyes wild.
"I'm gonna finish you off... inside me," I hissed. "So just lie there and take it."
And he did, completely undone beneath me
I didn't slow down.
Not for a second.
My thighs burned, my core tightened with every rise and fall, but I rode him like I was possessed, driven by something deeper than lust, something wild and consuming. My hands slid through my hair, back arched, body glistening in the sun as I moved faster, harder, chasing the inevitable cum.
He lay beneath me, hands gripping my waist, like I was the last thing anchoring him to this world. Every motion of my hips sent fire through him, every moan from my lips pushed him closer to the edge. Twenty minutes of building pressure, of stolen breath and tangled rhythm, it was unsustainable. It was beautiful.
"You're gonna make me lose it, Mum," he groaned.
I looked over my shoulder, breathless, hair plastered to my skin. "Then lose it," I gasped. "With me, in me!"
The air between us felt electric, like a storm just waiting to break. I leaned forward slightly, changing the angle, grinding in tight, hungry circles. He cried out low and guttural, his grip tightening as his control finally began to slip.
I felt the wave cresting inside me too, a deep, aching tension that coiled at the base of my spine, rising with every relentless motion.
"Don't stop," I begged, barely able to form words, "please... don't stop... just like that... just like that... Mummy's cumming."
And then it hit us both.
A shared, powerful release that stole our voices and shattered our rhythm. I threw my head back with a choked cry, legs shaking violently, body locking tight as the pleasure ripped through me in waves. He followed seconds later, groaning for me, his mum, like I was the only thing that still existed in his world, holding me close as his body gave in completely beneath mine and he flooded me with thick creamy cum, that was packed with millions of sperm. I'm sure I could feel them dance around as they shot out of my son.
"GUUUHHHH!!" I moaned and said something that even caused me to widen my eyes as it left my lips "That's it, Jamie... send them in, set your swimmers to work, fuck! Fill my womb"!
For a long moment, we just stayed like that, frozen in place, breathless, undone.
Then I spun fully around on him and collapsed, our hearts racing in sync, tangled in sweat, skin, and something more than either of us could name.
In the silence that followed, the only sounds were the soft lapping of water against the boat and the echo of what we'd just done, lingering in the air.
Our bodies were tangled, limbs draped lazily over one another, skin still humming from the storm we had created.
No more words passed between us. There was nothing left to say, only breath and heartbeat, and the shared silence of total satisfaction. My head now rested on his chest, rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing, while my tits bulged out the sides, pressed against him. His hand traced lazy, absent-minded circles on my back.
The sun hung above the cove, casting golden light across our bare skin, turning sweat into shimmer and shadows into softness.
The boat rocked gently beneath us like a lullaby.
And slowly without meaning to, without resistance, we both surrendered to it.
Eyes grew heavy.
Breaths deepened.
And sleep claimed us.
Wrapped in warmth, exhaustion, and each other...
We gave in to an afternoon nap, still joined by the echo of everything we'd just shared.
About an hour later, I stirred.
The sun was still high in the sky, hanging in a wash of blue, warm against my skin. A breeze slipped across the deck, cool and salty, brushing through my hair and waking me gently. My son's arms were still around me, relaxed and heavy in sleep, his breath deep and steady beneath my cheek.
Carefully, slowly, I shifted peeling myself from his embrace, from the heat of him, from the ache of my pussy. I smiled to myself as I rose, moving with the quiet, satisfied grace of a woman who had been thoroughly fucked and was still in complete control.
As I stepped to the edge of the boat, my bare skin kissed by sun and wind, I felt the world open wide again. The water below shimmered like cut glass, impossibly clear, calling to me.
Behind me, I heard Jamie stir. A groggy sound.
If he'd opened his eyes in time he'd have seen me standing at the bow, still naked, hair wild, body golden.
And then, without a word, without even glancing back, I dove.
My body sliced through the air like poetry, disappearing beneath the surface of the crystal-blue sea, with barely a ripple.
I broke the surface with a splash, laughing as the cool salt water wrapped around me like silk. The sun lit up the ripples around me, my hair slicked back, face glowing with life, with freedom, arms stretched out as floated for a moment, letting the sea hold me, weightless and wild.
Up on the boat, he stood barefoot at the edge, watching me.
Still completely naked, still dripping in golden afternoon light, I turned to look at my son.
"Well?" I called out, a daring smile curving my lips. "You just gonna stare, or are you coming in?"
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, still trying to believe this wasn't a dream. "You really don't give a guy a break, do you?"
"Nope." I winked. "You had your break. Now move."
With a grin, he stepped back, gave himself just enough room and then sprinted forward, diving into the water with a clean, fast, splash that sent a cool wave toward me.
He surfaced a few feet away, shaking his head and blinking the salt from his eyes.
"Jesus, that's a little cold," he muttered, rubbing his arms.
"Good," I said, swimming toward him. "You needed it."
Our bodies collided gently as I floated up to him, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck. The water between us warmed instantly, charged by the contact.
Our noses almost touched.
"I don't know what you are," he whispered, staring into my eyes, "but you've wrecked me."
I smiled, brushing my fingers through his wet hair. "Good, I want us to wreck each other today."
We floated together, the water gently lapping around us, the silence between us finally stretching long enough to let the questions rise.
His arms stayed around my waist, but his eyes searched mine now, not with heat, but with something deeper. Something unsettled.
"Why me?" he asked quietly.
I tilted my head slightly, confused. "What do you mean?"
"This," he said, his voice low but steady. "Us. The way this has happened. You... just stormed in and flipped everything. I don't even know what to call it. You came out of nowhere as a woman and not mum, and now," he paused, his throat tightening. "Now I can't stop thinking about you. I don't even know what this is. What's happening between us?"
My smile faded, and I blinked slowly, the question hanging there in the warm air between us. A seagull cried in the distance. The water cradled us, but neither moved.
"I don't know," I said after a long pause, my voice softer than before. "It's not something I planned. I didn't come out here looking for this... or you. But then you were just there for me when your dad wasn't and I saw something in you. Something that pulled me in and I had to have you as a woman, not a mum, as I said this wasn't planned in this trip, but today was totally planned."
He looked at me like he was trying to memorize my expression. "You make it sound so simple."
"It wasn't," I said. "It isn't. But it feels real. Raw. Like something we didn't choose, but we can't ignore either."
He nodded slowly, his hands tightening slightly at my hips, holding me in place. "I just don't want to wake up from this and realize it was nothing."
I leaned in, resting my forehead lightly against his. "It's not nothing," I whispered. "You feel that too... don't you?"
His eyes closed. He breathed me in.
"Yeah," he admitted. "I do."
We stayed like that for a moment, just drifting, touching, hearts beating just a little faster beneath the surface.
"Just for today, Jamie. We are always gonna have an even bigger bond now, after today, but after this, it has to be a great memory, do you understand?"
He nodded, just barely.
Not in agreement, not in defeat, but in understanding.
His gaze drifted past me, out toward the open horizon, where the sun hung heavy and golden, casting long streaks of light across the water. Everything around us felt suspended in time, like the world itself was holding its breath. But time never truly stops. And deep down, we both knew it.
"It has to end after today," he said, almost to himself.
I didn't flinch. I didn't argue.
Instead, I looked at him with something close to gratitude in my eyes... and sorrow.
"I know," I said.
A silence settled again between us but it was different now. Not empty. Just... full of all the things we couldn't say.
"Today is not over though is it, Jamie?"
I pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes gleaming now with something mischievous. A smirk curled at my lips.
"Wait a second," I said, mockingly scolding him. "After everything we've done to each other so far..." My hands slid down his chest, then around the back of his neck. "I don't believe you've even kissed me, young man."
He blinked, caught off guard then laughed. "Are you serious?"
"I'm dead serious," I said, raising an eyebrow. "You've touched every inch of me. You've been in me in ways I'll never admit out loud... but a kiss? The simplest thing? Denied."
Before he could answer, I grabbed his head in both hands and pulled him to me with the kind of force that said, she was taking what was hers now no more waiting, no more pretending.
Our mouths crashed together.
It wasn't sweet. It wasn't slow.
It was hot and breathless, all tongue and hunger, months' worth of longing, packed into a kiss that seemed to go on forever. We pressed into each other beneath the water, weightless and wild, groping and grasping, hands slipping across slick skin.
My legs wrapped around his waist as we floated in the blue, lost in the kiss, in the feel of each other, in the knowledge that this moment, this kiss, might be the one thing we remembered more clearly than all the rest.
When we finally pulled apart, gasping, I looked at him with a half-dazed smile.
"Now that," I whispered, lips still brushing his, "was overdue."
He grinned, still breathless. "Totally worth the wait."
I giggled, a sound full of mischief and lightness, then suddenly twisted away from him in the water.
"Hey!" He called after me, laughing as I kicked off.
But I was already gone, sleek and fast as a mermaid, slicing through the water toward the boat. He caught glimpses of me beneath the surface, with sunlight dancing along my back, legs moving strong and smooth, until I reached the stern.
I emerged with a graceful lift of my body, water cascading off me in glimmering rivulets as I pulled myself onto the swim platform. With a breathless little huff, I sat back, legs wide and bare, dangling into the sea without a hint of modesty.
My head tilted to one side as I looked at him, he swam round and towards me, eyes glittering.
"Well?" I teased. "You just gonna float there and gawk?"
He swam closer, the water curling around his chest, heat rising behind his amused smirk.
"Oh, I'm gawking," he said. "You're making it impossible not to."
I leaned back on my hands, stretching my spine just enough for my body to glisten under the sun. "That's the idea."
He reached the platform, resting his hands on either side of my thighs, chin just above water. "You're dangerous, you know that?"
I leaned forward, brushing my wet fingers along his jaw. "And you're still here."
I smirked, watching him watch me.
"So..." I said casually, but with a glint in my eye, "does Tara look as good as me?"
He blinked, caught off guard by the question but not for long. His eyes didn't move from me
"No way," he said, voice low and sure. "Tara doesn't even come close."
I tilted my head, pretending to consider his answer. "Hmm. You're sure about that?"
He swam closer, his hands finding the edge of the swim platform, his face nearly between my knees now, water dripping from his hair. "I'm dead sure. You're not just hot you're unreal. Like, 'how-the-hell-does-someone-like-you-even-exist' hot."
A little smile curled my lips, soft but satisfied. "Good answer."
Then I slid one foot up, brushing my toes along his chest with deliberate slowness. "Very good answer."
I leaned in just a little, my voice dipping into a slow, velvet murmur.
"Why don't you show me how much better..." I said, letting the sentence linger, unfinished but heavy with invitation.
My eyes didn't stay on his for long. They drifted downward, deliberate, slow trailing the path of my own desire. No need to say more. The look said it all.
He followed my gaze, his breath catching slightly, heat flaring in his chest. I wasn't just asking. I was commanding in the most seductive way possible, wordlessly guiding him to where I wanted to be worshipped, where appreciation wasn't spoken but shown.
A small, knowing smile tugged at my lips.
"Well?" I murmured, voice like a dare. "I'm waiting."
He didn't keep me waiting for even two seconds.
With a sudden surge, he moved forward, no hesitation, no pretense and lowered his head between my thighs, his mouth meeting me with reverence and hunger.
I gasped, a sound that turned into a soft, delicious squeal, surprised by the intensity, the immediacy. My back arched slightly, hands gripping whatever they could as the sensation washed over me like a crashing wave.
The sun blazed above us, the sea rocked gently around us, but nothing else existed in that moment, except the heat between us and the way he answered my unspoken request fully, completely, and without restraint.
My fingers slipped into his damp hair, holding him there, not guiding, just grounding myself as my breath came faster.
I looked down at him through half-lidded eyes, my voice trembling with pleasure and disbelief.
"That's more like it."
I was still catching my breath, heart pounding in my chest, when his hands slipped up my thighs. He hadn't moved far still in the water, still watching me, like I was something divine and untouchable... but absolutely his, for today.
I blinked down at him, dazed, body still humming from the first jolt, but he wasn't finished.
Not even close.
When he leaned in again, mouth trailing heat over my inner thigh I groaned, half- laughing, half-pleading. "Are you serious? You can't tease..."
He looked up at me with a glint in his eyes that said watch me, then gently coaxed my legs back over his shoulders, his grip firm and grounding. And then he began again, this time slower, deeper, like he was savoring every reaction, every ripple that rolled through me, then he had his desert.
"That's right, lick that pussy, Jamie." I whispered. "Dig that tongue in there... get it in deep." He complied, jabbing his tongue into his mum's sweet, tasty clam.
He jammed what he could of his tongue into me, getting those deeper, tastier juices from inside my pussy. He lapped at me repeatedly, pleasuring his mum. He had his mouth jammed so hard against my twat, that my throbbing clit was brushing against his nose. This caught his attention, so he slid his tongue out of me, up my lips and began to tease around my clit.
"SHIT!" I yelled out. "YES! Don't fucking tease me, Jamie. Suck my clit!" I exclaimed impatiently. As he teased my clitoris, my body reacted, goose bumps arising. He circled my clit for a few minutes, licking up and down my pussy lips, anywhere but the clit itself. Finally, not drawing it out too long, He wrapped his mouth around my clit and sucked.
"YES! FUCK! YES!" I moaned out. "Suck it! Suck my fucking clit! YES!"
He teased my clit with his lips and tongue, playing with it lightly, driving me nuts.
"UHHH! FUCK! FUCK! YES! UUHHHHH! OOOOHHH!" I said, closing my eyes as my head fell back, my legs and stomach were both jerking with pleasure.
My body jerked violently again, and I roughly held him against my smooth cunt, holding his open mouth around my slit, making sure he fully experienced my orgasm, making sure that when I came, his open mouth was right there, ready.
"C'MON! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! YES! YES! YES! YES! YYYYYYEEEEESSSS! YYYYYEEEEESSSSSS! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! YES! YES! YES! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS! FFFFFFFFUUUUCCCKKKKKKK YYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my orgasm hit me. My twat jerked on his tongue, and suddenly, his mouth was inundated with a hot stream of MILF-cum. "HHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! YYESSSSSS!" I screamed.
Eventually I spread my legs and allowed him to escape. We pulled away slightly to catch our breath, my juices dripping from his mouth.
I took a few moments to recover, as Jamie bobbed in the water. My body was covered by a light sheen of sweat.
When I finally came back to myself, I looked down at him, lips parted, cheeks flushed, hair wild around my face.
I let out a breathless laugh. "Okay. Now you're, trying to kill me."
He smirked, voice rough with devotion. "And I'm doing a damn good job."
I watched him in the water, the sun glinting off his shoulders, droplets rolling down his chest as he hovered just below the swim platform. The heat of our last shared moment still shimmered between us, but now my gaze had softened. My pulse still raced, but my touch, when it went to him was gentle.
I reached out my hand to him fingers open, inviting not rushed, not demanding. Just... present. Real.
"Come here," I said softly, my voice almost lost in the lapping of the sea.
He took my hand without a word, letting me guide him up. Water trailed behind him as he climbed out, and as he stood before me, I backed up just slightly further onto the warm deck, the sunlight painting my bare skin in golden tones.
Then I looked up at him eyes wide, vulnerable, unguarded and held my arms open. "Come to me."
He moved over me, his body fitting against mine, like we'd been made for this exact moment. I welcomed his weight, the warmth of him, the closeness. My arms slipped around his neck, drawing him down into me, anchoring us together.
Our lips met, soft, searching. A kiss that spoke of all the things we hadn't said yet. A kiss that lingered, deeper than desire, more tender than lust.
When I finally pulled back, my breath was warm against his cheek and my voice was a whisper only he could hear.
"This time... I don't want you to fuck me," I said, brushing my nose along his. "I need you to make love to me."
There was a stillness between us then, not empty, but full. Of meaning. Of promise. Of something shifting.
And without a word, he understood. He leaned in again, and everything about him softened, his hands, his lips, his movements as if to answer me with his entire body.
He hovered just above me, supported by his arms, gazing down. No words just the sound of the sea gently lapping against the hull, and the soft cadence of our breath mingling between us.
I lifted my hand to his face, brushing my fingers along his jaw and smiled quietly, like I knew the power I had in this moment and chose to meet it with tenderness.
Our lips met again slow, deep and consuming. It wasn't frantic. It wasn't rushed. It was the kind of kiss that lingered in memory, long after it ended.
When he finally moved, it was with reverence. He explored my body like a sacred thing--trailing kisses along my collarbone, my shoulder, the curve of my meaty breast. my hands wandered too, threading through his hair, feeling every muscle beneath his skin, holding him closer as he aligned his body.
And when he entered me, it was seamless.
Our eyes locked.
No shock, no gasp just the slow inhale of two people sinking into something deeper than pleasure. Something real.
I exhaled his name, barely a whisper, he responded with a kiss that said everything he couldn't put into words.
We moved together like a slow tide rolling, rising, falling. Every motion was drawn out, deliberate. His hips moved with patience and power, mine rose to meet him with soft urgency. The boat rocked beneath us in a quiet rhythm, keeping time with the intimacy unfolding above.
I ran my hands down his back, my legs curling around his waist, pulling him deeper as he buried his face in my neck and his member, deep where it was made.
"You feel... perfect," he breathed, voice ragged, awe in every syllable.
I cupped his face again, guiding his gaze back to me. "So do you, my sweet boy."
We moved through waves of closeness fastening and unfastening, kissing, clinging, whispering each other's names like vows between breaths. our bodies sang together, building a slow crescendo that burned and warmed and finally, consumed.
When release finally came, it came together.
Soft cries tangled in our throats. Eyes clenched. Fingers tightened. And everything else faded except the feeling of being held, of being wanted, of being known completely.
After, he stayed over me, breathless and silent. I cradled the back of his head, our foreheads resting together, the sea gently rocked beneath us as our love juices mingled together inside me.
The sun had dipped just slightly in the sky, casting a golden shimmer across the water that danced gently along the boat's edge. The breeze had picked up, warm and salt-sweet, tousling our hair as we lay entangled on the swim deck for a while now, skin to skin, breath finally calm.
He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his fingers soft, slow, reverent.
I smiled faintly, eyes half-closed, chest rising and falling beneath him. "Mmm... if you move, I might cry."
He chuckled, kissing my collarbone. "Then I'll stay right here forever."
My hand slid up to rest over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath it. "Tempting... but I just noticed the clock."
He groaned, burying his face into the crook of my neck. "Don't say it."
I nodded, exhaling. "We're supposed to have the boat back by five."
For a moment, silence stretched between us, heavy, not with regret, but with reluctant reality.
"I wish we didn't have to go back," he murmured. "Feels like we just got here."
My fingers played absently with the hair at the nape of his neck. "I know. Me too. Out here... it feels like we're in our own world. Like none of the rules apply."
He lifted his head, eyes searching mine. "Maybe they don't."
I smiled, but there was something wistful behind it. "They will. As soon as we dock."
He nodded, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, one that held both goodbye and not yet.
"Then let's not think about it just yet," he whispered. "We've still got time."
And with that, he pulled me close again, holding me against him as the boat swayed, as the water glittered and as we stayed suspended in that perfect, fleeting sliver of forever.
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The light had begun its lazy slide toward late afternoon, stretching golden rays across the shimmering water. With a final glance around the secluded cove, he climbed up to the bow, pulled up the anchor with a practiced tug and then made his way to the helm.
He slipped his shorts back on. The engines purred to life beneath him, and with one hand on the throttle, he guided the boat into open water, setting it on a smooth, steady cruise speed.
I held the bikini up by its delicate straps, daring, indecent, unforgettable. But one side was ripped clean off, the thin string snapped where I'd yanked it in the heat of it all. No chance of stitching it back. No point.
A smirk tugged at my lips as the memory bloomed, frantic hands, breathless lust, the sound of everything never louder than my want.
Now, it was useless. But maybe that was the point.
With a light flick of my wrist, I tossed it into the water below, a final, effortless goodbye. The tiny thing floated aimlessly in the cove, like some private relic of lust left behind, soft waves cradling it as it drifted farther from the boat.
A small, wicked smile lingered on my face.
Some things you keep.
Others, you let the ocean remember for you.
I moved about the deck now, untethered and entirely at ease, still gloriously naked. I picked up discarded towels, restacked the pillows in the bow, gathered up the half-empty cooler, and straightened the deck cushions, my curves moving with every motion like I was on some slow-motion catwalk, made just for him.
He couldn't take his eyes off me.
Finally, I padded back toward the small fridge, cracked it open, and grabbed two cold bottles of beer. Skipping the champagne... too refined, too quiet for this kind of end, I flicked off the caps, then sauntered over to him with that languid, mischievous sway of my hips.
Without a word, I tossed him a beer. He caught it midair with one hand, eyes still locked on me.
I took a long swig from mine, then lazily strolled across the deck again, hips swinging, completely unbothered by the breeze, teasing at my bare skin. I glanced over my shoulder with a smirk.
He shook his head, grinning as he turned the wheel slightly to adjust course.
"Has anyone ever told you," he called over the wind, "that you look even sexier drinking a beer naked, strutting around like some damn runway model?"
I laughed, tossing my head back. "Not quite in those words."
"Well, let me be the first," he added, eyes still devouring me. "This is killing me; you know that?"
I took another sip, leaned casually against the railing, one leg bent, the sun catching the curves of my body in all the right ways.
"And yet," I purred, "He's still standing. Impressive." seeing his shorts tent up.
I took another swig of my beer, then narrowed my eyes at him playfully, lips curving into a smirk as I leaned back against the rail, still fully exposed to the wind and his viewing pleasure.
"Okay," I said, tilting my head, voice laced with mock accusation, "if you're trying to get me to suck your dick one last time, it's, like, totally working. Trust me."
His grip tightened slightly on the wheel as he turned to glance at me, the look on his face somewhere between amusement and sheer temptation.
"Oh really?" he said, brow raised, lips twitching. "Didn't say a word."
"You didn't have to," I replied, sauntering slowly toward him with that same effortless sway. "You're steering like a man with dangerous thoughts."
He chuckled, eyes flicking to the horizon and then back to me. "Only because I have a very naked Mum parading around the deck with a beer in her hand and the sun in her hair. You're the hazard here."
I knelt beside him now, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off my skin. I took another slow sip of my drink, then leaned in and whispered against his ear, "Guess we've both played with fire."
He turned his head slightly, the rumble of the engine, the only thing between us and whatever we were about to do, or not do.
My own smile grew as I reached towards Jamie's crotch and pulled his cock out of his shorts with my left hand, smiling at the sight of my glittering wedding ring, pressed against my son's rigidly hard cock. I leaned forward and slid my hot mouth over his cock once again.
Jamie drove back carefully as my head bobbed up and down in his lap, sucking hard on his cock and swishing my tongue all over the head. My lips glided up and down the thick shaft, again and again, as my cheeks sucked in and out as I tried to milk even more cum from his dick.
"Oh fuck mum you're such a horny bitch!" He groaned, as his free hand gently rested on my long blonde hair, that fell over my face as I sucked contentedly on his rock solid dick.
"Mmmmmmph" I moaned around the shaft, then I slid my mouth all the way up and took my mouth from the shaft, gently pumping him, still with my ringed left hand. "It's your wonderful dick baby." I cooed, "it drives me crazy."
And I returned to sucking harder on his dick, before once again pulling my mouth from it, long enough to look up at him through my long eyelashes and say, "Besides, I love the taste of your cum and I LOVE feeling it inside me!" And with those words I went back to working as hard as I could, sucking mercilessly on his dick.
All the way back from the cove to the marina, my head bobbed up and down on my son's nine and a half inch hard on, sucking him for all I was worth as if he were my husband. Up and down my head moved, sometimes wanking him off with my left hand, other times sinking his dick all the way down my tight throat, so that my lips reached the very base of his cock and my face was in his lap.
The further he drove, the harder and faster I sucked, wanting to taste Jamie's cum one more time before we got back. The moans filled the air around us, Jamie groaning how good a cocksucker I was and how much cum, he was going to give me. My own moans around the thick cock meat, buried constantly between my lips in my mouth and throat. The loud sounds of my lewd incestuous slurping as I sucked as hard and as fast as I could, almost drowned our moaning and groaning out.
Then as we neared into the entrance and slowed to enter, Jamie lived up to his promised groans and once again delivered a huge load of cum shooting straight into my mouth. I swallowed all of his cum, as thick globs shot out of his engorged dick into my mouth and hit my tonsils, the back of my throat, landed on my tongue and filled my mouth completely full of cum. So full in fact, that after I had pulled my mouth from my son's softening cock and he had put it back in his pants, I darted below deck with my mouth still full of Jamie's cum and I was slowly swallowing, slowly letting some slide down my throat on its own as I slipped my bra and panties back on and threw my summer dress over me before re-emerging on deck.
As we docked, two staff members from the hire company were already waiting on the pontoon. They moved quickly, catching lines, tying off the boat with practiced ease.
One of them, a tall guy in a branded polo and mirrored sunglasses, stepped aboard with a clipboard.
"Hey folks," he said with an easy smile. "Right on time. Everything go okay?"
"Smooth as silk," Jamie replied, handing over the keys. "Beautiful ride. Handled like a dream."
"Awesome. Don't worry about tidying anything up," the staff member added, glancing around at the last few cushions I hadn't got to. "We'll handle all the cleanup. Just want to make sure everything's in one piece and nothing mechanical's acting up?"
"All good on our end," Jamie said, stretching a little.
The guy made a quick note on his clipboard and glanced over the rail. "Cool. Any issues with the anchor? Sound system? Toilet, fridge, whatever?"
I gave a lazy wave from the stern. "Nope. Everything worked great. Five stars."
"Love to hear it." He chuckled. "Glad you guys had a good time."
"Oh," I said with a sly smirk, sipping the last of my beer, "you have no idea."
The staffer laughed, gave a thumbs-up and stepped back onto the dock to start securing the exterior lines, while the other moved to check the engine hatch.
We both stood for a moment, watching the marina settle around us--sun lower now, people chatting on nearby boats, the gentle creak of dock ropes filling the air.
Back to reality.
But neither of us seemed quite ready to leave it all behind.
Finally, I broke the silence.
"That was..." I trailed off, then smiled a little. "A perfect escape."
He nodded slowly. "Yeah. It really was."
We walked a little farther, footsteps falling in time on the path leading back toward the hotel, the air cooling slightly as the day faded.
I sighed. "Again; You know it has to be a one-time thing, right?"
He looked over at me, eyes unreadable for a second, then he nodded again. Not surprised. Just... accepting.
"I figured," he said. "Back to normal now."
I glanced over at him, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "Normal, boring, safe... whatever that is."
"I don't think anything about today was safe," he replied, trying to laugh but not quite pulling it off.
We turned down the quiet road that led up to the hotel, the sea just barely visible behind us now, glinting in the light.
"Not with all the cum you shot in me... No regrets though?" I asked, my tone soft but searching.
He stopped for a moment, then shook his head. "Not a single one. You?"
I met his gaze, then slowly shook my head too. "No. None."
Our eyes held for a second longer, one last thread of tension tugging between us, then I took a breath and started walking again.
As we approached the hotel steps, everything about us seemed a little quieter. The laughter from people. The sound of ice clinking in drinks. Life carrying on.
Normal life.
We stepped through the front entrance together, but the moment we crossed the threshold, something subtle shifted. A line drawn. One last look passed between us, an acknowledgment.
No promises. No pretending.
Just... what it was.
And it had been unforgettable.
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The elevator dinged softly, doors gliding open. We stood still for a moment, arms crossed loosely.
My husband appeared from behind us, all bounce and bravado, waving a folded slip of paper like a trophy.
"There you two are!" He said, beaming. "Man, yesterday was rough, but I made it back today and then some. Honestly! I think I might be on a roll!"
He gave me a one-armed squeeze, oblivious to the slight tension in my shoulders. "Let's head upstairs, yeah? Shower, drinks, maybe hit the bar after dinner?"
I plastered on a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. my tone came light, but just sharp enough to bite.
"Well, thank God the real prize came through in the end, huh?" I said, eyeing the voucher in his hand. "Would've hated for the casino gods to leave you disappointed, two days in a row."
He laughed, missing the edge in my voice. "Exactly! It's turning around now."
Jamie said nothing, jaw tight, eyes fixed forward.
My husband gestured toward the elevator. "C'mon, let's freshen up. I feel like celebrating."
We stepped inside, gaze flicking briefly to my silent companion. "Oh, don't worry," I said softly, sarcasm barely veiled, "I'm absolutely fresh."
The elevator doors slid closed with a gentle ding, lobby disappearing behind mirrored steel.
As the elevator hummed upward, my husband turned to me with a grin, still riding high on his win.
"So," he said casually, "how was the qualifying out there? Who got pole position?"
I glanced sideways at him, a glint in my eye and a knowing smirk pulling at my lips.
"I did," I said coolly.
Before he could respond, the elevator gave a soft ding and the doors slid open.
Without missing a beat, I strode confidently out into the hallway, hips swaying, leaving my husband standing there with a furrowed brow and a slightly baffled look.
I heard Jamie burst into quiet, surprised laughter, quick, sharp and unable to hide it.
"Wait... what?"
But I was already halfway down the hall, when I stopped to look back.
Jamie clapped him lightly on the shoulder, still grinning. "Mum's got the spirit of a champion, that's for sure."
Then, with a casual nod, he peeled off toward his own room, leaving his dad standing alone in the hallway, holding a casino voucher in hand "Come on Darren, do you want to go to dinner or not?" I questioned, as he then smiled and walked to me.
Dinner had been pleasant enough, a quiet table on the terrace, sea breeze rustling through the candle flames, silverware clinking gently over soft background music. But beneath the calm, something simmered, not explosive, but unmistakable.
As the dessert plates were cleared, I set my wine glass down and folded my hands neatly in my lap.
"Oh," I said, casually enough, "I upgraded tomorrow"
My husband blinked. "Wait, what? That must've cost a fortune."
I didn't even look up. "It's done."
"But seriously, how much was it?" he asked, eyebrows knitting. "You could've just..."
I cut him off mid-sentence, voice still smooth but now laced with steel.
"Erm-right. You can ditch us for a three-day poker tournament on a whim and drop thousands without blinking," I said, finally meeting his gaze. "So I'll treat him, us, to a proper F1 day, full pit lane access. It's my money. And that's that."
He opened his mouth to respond, but thought better of it. My expression dared him to argue.
Across the table, Jamie hid a flicker of amusement behind his glass. No words were spoken, but something in his eyes said he remembered every second of the 'full experience' I'd already given him.
I turned my attention to the last sip of wine, the matter closed as far as I was concerned.
Sunday Afternoon -- Race Day
The pit lane was a blur of sound and color, mechanics buzzing like bees around machines, the whine of engines, punctuated by the occasional deep roar of a test start. The sun beat down hard, glinting off chrome and carbon fiber as the crowd surged along the restricted walkways, necks craning for a glimpse of drivers, team principals, or maybe just the flash of a famous sponsor.
He was absolutely in his element, sunglasses on, a fitted F1 cap low over his eyes, camera swinging from his neck as he darted from one garage to the next, pulling me along by the hand like an excited kid in a candy shop.
We posed for a photo next to a team car, then moved quickly to the next checkpoint. VIP lanyards gave us access, most fans could only dream of, him and me knew it. We were grinning all the way through.
Meanwhile, my husband was nowhere to be seen, deep in the final day of his poker tournament across town, trying to make a decent placing and squeeze a story out of the trip. I hadn't asked for an update, didn't need one.
The race itself was electric. Engines howled as the grid lit up. He jumped and cheered as the cars tore through the first lap, adrenaline pulsing through his veins. The roar, the speed, the chaos -- it all felt symbolic somehow.
For a moment, it was easy to forget everything else.
The day ended on a high. Sunburned and satisfied, we returned to the hotel.
The mood the next day was more subdued, but still light. The glow from the race lingered, as they wheeled our suitcases out of the hotel and into the waiting taxi.
The roads were quiet. Airport signs flicked past the windows. I leaned my head against the glass, watching the coastline slip away.
Darren glanced over. "You okay?"
I nodded. "Just... don't really feel like going back."
He smiled faintly. "Me either."
Then, as if sensing my quiet detachment, he glanced over and offered a warm, reassuring smile.
"Hey," he said, nudging me lightly with his elbow. "Don't worry about the gambling stuff. It's just... the Riviera, you know?"
I tilted my head slightly, brows raised.
He chuckled. "The thrill, the rush, it won't follow me home. It never does. That version of me? He's already fading."
I looked at him for a moment, not cold, not judgmental. Just present. Listening.
He leaned in a little closer, dropping his voice. "Some things that happen on the Riviera... are meant to stay here."
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So, it was three days ago now. That was the day my son and I fucked, out there on that boat.
For Jamie, He mostly was normal. If walking around with a face like a smacked arse was normal. When we got back, his girlfriend Tara was struck with food poisoning on her holiday, so I'm sure he was pent up and ready to relieve it in her.
I tried to be as cheery as ever, making dinner, washing clothes, nagging him about the bins, stuff like that. Even after what we had done and what I had said about it being a once time thing, I couldn't confirm if they were the truth. Other than a few vague glances, he gave little sign what he was truly thinking, if he was thinking of anything sexual. He hadn't teased me and he hadn't said or done anything, that gave any sign that he was thinking about what we had done. Could we truly put it out of mind?
Two days later, we were all gathered around the table, the last bites of dinner still on our plates, when Darren's phone buzzed, some investors were threatening to back out and just like that, he had to leave; he and his team needed to charm them, hold it all together before it slipped.
I went upstairs for a quick shower, and when I came back down in a short silk robe, my son was at the door, crouched to tie his shoes, a spark of excitement in his voice as he announced that his girlfriend was better now and he was going to see her.
"Oh," I said, a little taken aback, "that's good, I guess."
He paused, looking up from his laces. "What's up?"
I leaned against the door, casually, though my voice held something softer. "Well... with your dad being called into work, I was wondering if you'd rather keep me company? Or... see her?"
Our eyes held each other for a moment, curious, unreadable, until I stepped in a little closer as he stood, my voice dropping to a near whisper.
"Would you like to go see your girlfriend... or would you like to keep your mum company...?"
Five minutes later, I was kneeling in the middle of his room, my son was fucking my big tits with his fully hard cock.
"Yes, Jamie! Fuck them! Fuck your Mum's big tits!" I urged from on my knees as I gripped my big tit's, holding then together, allowing him to fuck the soft valley between them. I squeezed my massive jugs roughly as he fucked them savagely. It was incredible, his cock smothered in pure softness. He was on edge already and wasn't gonna last long, but we were only just getting started.
"I guess your dad was right," I said, casually as he continued to screw my tits.
He looked at me, stunned but not stopping. "Right about what?"
"Some things that happened in the Riviera are meant to stay there, but not this."
Then I winked sharp, smug, unapologetic.
"Besides, I needed a souvenir... lots of them."
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