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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Posting Schedule:
This story is reposted due to numerous requests. Because of the length
of the story, many of you have missed chapters. For that reason I am
going to try to post on the following schedule:
Friday, May 26 - Two Families - The Cruise in its entirety (6 Chapters)
Monday, May 29 - Two Families - The Teenage Years - Chs 1-6
Tuesday May 30 - Two Families - The Teenage Years - Chs 7-13
Wednesday, May 31 - Two Families - Epilogue
These postings will be made to alt.sex.stories,
alt.sex.stories.moderated and alt.sex.stories.incest, so if miss a
chapter in one newsgroup, you can probably find it in another. Another
method of finding missing chapters is to go to your favorite search
engine and search for TWO FAMILIES only in the newsgroups, rather than
web pages.
What is Two Families?
First of all -- this story is completely fiction. The story is in two
parts. The Cruise details a memorable week in the lives of two close
families - a Caribbean cruise. The Teenage Years picks up at the end
of the cruise and follows the two families until the day our hero --
Jason Bradford -- leaves home for college. Then, the Epilogue returns
about 10 years later in Jason's life and lets you know how everything
turned out for our two families.
As always, comments are appreciated -- either posted here to the
newsgroup or by email to thor4u@my-deja.com
Enjoy the story.
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Two Families - The Cruise
Chapter 3
By Jason Bradford
At sea, en route to Jamaica:
The next day was a full day at sea, en route to Jamaica. I had not
been looking forward to this day, because there wasn't much to do
except eat and lay by one of the pools on the huge cruise ship. Now,
however, the whole world had changed! After the extraordinary day and
evening with Brenda, I hoped I could get alone with her again today.
Breakfast was pretty normal except for Kim. First of all, she was late
for breakfast. And, she was still pissed at Tony. That was okay
because Tony was an asshole anyway. But she was also very tense, and
it seemed to be worse when she was talking to either Brenda or me.
After breakfast, Kim told Tony to "...go do whatever," and then said
she wanted to speak to me -- alone. I said sure, but there was
something in her attitude that was threatening.
We went to one of the lounges and talked. She accused me of spying on
her and Cassie, because of my questions about how long they were going
to stay in the disco. When I denied that, saying I was deciding
whether to stay and dance with them or go to bed, she told me she had
seen me leaving the area of Cassie's cabin just as they got off the
elevator. I denied it, but she wasn't buying. She reminded me that
she bought me those sandals, and said she knew it was me. I still
denied it. There was nothing else to do. I had to either deny
everything, or tell her everything -- which I would never do!
Kim was furious, but I could tell she had no idea what was going on.
She thought I was checking up on them, and angrily called me a "narc."
Kim got a very serious look on her face and told me if I ever spied on
her again, she would 1) kick my ass, and 2) tell Mom. I wasn't too
afraid of her kicking my ass, but her threat to tell Mom terrified me.
I couldn't help giving that fear away, and that only caused her to
press harder. When I continued to deny everything and refused to give
any information, Kim stormed off. Kimmy was not having a good cruise.
*********
As she stormed away, Kim thought: That little prick!!! He denies
everything, but it is so obvious that he is lying. I am not sure
what's up, but I'm not taking this. A drunk asshole boyfriend, and a
little spying puke of a step-brother. If he's so afraid of me telling
Mom, that's exactly what I'll do! The little fucker had his chance.
*********
Betsy, Jason's beautiful mother, listened carefully as her step-
daughter vented her frustrations with Jason. Poor Kim, what a
nightmare of a vacation this kid is having!
But Jason was another matter. Why was he spying on Kim and Cassie?
That was not at all like Jason. Both sides of this family enjoyed a
close, open relationship. If anyone wanted to know what anyone else
was doing, all they had to do was ask. There was no need to spy.
And, there was another thing that puzzled Betsy. Kim was giving her a
lot of allegations against Jason, but she was also withholding
something. Betsy couldn't put her finger on it, but when she asked Kim
why Jason might have been watching them, Kim just said she had no
idea. Kim was not telling the whole truth. Betsy knew she would have
to talk to Jason.
***********
As Kim left her stepmother's cabin, she smiled. That little shit was
in for it now! This will teach him to spy on her. Kim was also glad
she had not told Betsy about Brenda being in Cassie's cabin, or about
her leaving the cabin reeking of cum. Brenda was her stepmother's very
best friend, and Kim didn't want to be the one to tell her Brenda was
screwing around on her husband.
***********
I was shooting pool with a couple of other kids in the "Boardroom" when
Mom found me. Mom is really cool and she knew not to embarrass me in
front of other kids my age. She just told me she was going to sit out
by the pool at the rear of the Promenade Deck and to come see her
whenever I got finished. That was a clear signal to get my butt to the
pool, but only she and I knew it.
When I got to the pool, Mom was sitting in a lounge chair reading a
magazine. She had on a conservative one-piece bathing suit. She
smiled when I sat down next to her, and said, "Jason, I want to get
more sun, but I'm not comfortable here. Can we go to my suite? Then I
can sun on the balcony and we can talk without being interrupted." I
quickly agreed and helped her gather up her stuff.
We went to the suite. Unlike the cabins on A Deck, this suite had a
full bedroom with king-sized bed; a large sitting room with a big couch
that opened into a bed, several chairs and tables, and a big-screen TV;
and a large master bathroom with a Roman tub. There was a fairly
large, open, teak-decked balcony off the bedroom with two chaise
lounges for sunning. Before I could really enjoy the surroundings,
however, Mom spoke.
"Jason...we have to talk about something. It's nothing serious yet,
and I don't want it to become anything serious. But we need to
straighten something out. Do you know what I'm talking about, Jason?"
"No Mom, what?"
"Kim and Cassie, Jason." (Shit! That dirty bitch! Fucking Kim told
her! Shit! Shit! Shit!)
"What about them, Mom?" I replied, struggling to retain my composure.
"Kim says you are spying on them. Are you? And if so, why?"
"No, goddammit! I AM NOT! I told Kim that! She's just having a
problem with Tony, so she's trying to screw up everybody's cruise!" I
was legitimately pissed that Kim had told Mom, and that furor almost
carried the day. Almost.
But then Mom starting asking about me questioning Kim and Cassie on how
late they were going to stay in the disco. I gave her my answer (just
trying to decide whether to stay up with them or go to bed), but it was
obvious that I was lying. Mom continued to press for the truth, and I
continued to deny. Finally, she got really angry at me, almost
breaking into tears because her darling son was lying to her. Which I
was, of course.
Seeing her like that broke my heart and I decided to tell her the
truth. Or at least part of the truth. I told her that Brenda had asked
me to go check on them, and let her know how late they were going to be
out. I told her I asked them, called Brenda back and told her they
would be out until 4 AM, and that was all. Mom's face softened.
"Okay. I can understand that...and I can understand why you would lie
to Kim about that. You wouldn't want her to know that Brenda was
checking on her daughter, and you sure as hell wouldn't want them to
know you were doing Brenda's dirty work." But then she frowned, and
asked, "But Jason...why would you lie to me about that??"
I didn't really have an answer for that. I told her I was just trying
to end the discussion and keep Brenda out of it. I stood up to leave,
but she ordered me to sit down. I could tell she was determined to get
to the truth. Shit!
"All right, forget the disco thing for now. Why were you spying on
Cassie's room?" I denied that, but it was no use. Then I tried to say
I was going to check on their room to see if they had gotten home yet,
but that didn't work either.
"Really??? Why did you check on their room at 2 AM, when they had told
you they would be out until 4 AM? And why didn't you just call them?
And...when they got off the elevator, why did you run? You're not
making any sense, Jason!"
I knew she was right, but I stuck to my story. That made Mom furious,
so she told me to go to my cabin and stay there until she called for
me. She told me to spend my time thinking about how it felt to lie to
my mother, and to make an adult decision about whether I really wanted
to continue to lie to her. She made it clear that if I continued to
lie, our relationship -- which was built on mutual trust -- would be
changing radically. I've never been so scared...but I stuck to my
story. I had no choice.
I went to my room and cried myself to sleep. I wasn't the studly young
man with the big cock anymore...I was just a scared 14 year-old kid.
*********
Kim was glad to hear that Betsy had confronted Jason. But she was
startled when her soft-spoken stepmother suddenly called her a liar and
accused her of withholding information. Kim tried to wiggle out of
this bind, but she wasn't any better liar than Jason. Betsy pressed
her hard, raising her voice so loud Kim was afraid someone outside
Betsy's suite would hear.
At the height of the argument, Betsy defiantly told Kim that all Jason
was doing was checking on the girls for Cassie's mother...which Brenda
certainly had every right to do...and that Kim had made a big damn deal
over nothing. Betsy was almost screaming at Kim, because she was
determined to find out what else was going on. Jason's spy work for
Brenda was one thing, but his sneaking around their cabin was something
else. Betsy was convinced that Kim had told her part of the truth, but
certainly not all of it.
Finally, Kim broke: "All right, GODDAMMIT!! I'll tell you what REALLY
happened. Your sweet Brenda -- your best friend -- was in Cassie's cabin
getting her brains fucked out! That's what was going on! And your
sniveling little shit of a son -- he was acting as her fucking
lookout!!! That's what REALLY happened last night. Jason was watching
for us, he signaled Brenda and her friend, and then he hauled ass!
Brenda didn't have time to clean up -- I could smell cum on her from 10
feet away when she came out of that room! And in her hurry, she left
tissues in the wastebasket with cum on them! There were cum stains on
the couch and the carpet! Poor Cassie is too naive to realize what was
going on, but I spent almost an hour cleaning up that fucking slut's
mess this morning -- that's why I was late for fucking breakfast! Now,
are you satisfied???!!" Kim broke down in tears.
"Okay, okay...I'm sorry, but I had to know what was going on," Betsy
consoled her stepdaughter. She held Kim for several minutes, rocking
her softly back and forth until the tears subsided. Then she told Kim
that she could not go into any details, but not to judge Brenda too
harshly. She said that when Kim got older she would realize that not
everything was black and white, that things were not as simple as they
seemed. She said that her friend Brenda was going through a difficult
time, and she (Betsy) needed to help her through it. She also told her
that she would straighten Jason out for good -- there would never be a
repeat of last night.
When Kim left, she felt a little sad, but was confident that Betsy
would not confront Brenda or drag Kim into her problems. And she
smiled as she thought of Jason facing the music with his mother.
When Kim left, Betsy felt a little sad too. She knew Kim had told her
everything she knew. But she also knew Kim didn't know everything.
Kim didn't know about Brenda snuggling with Jason on the bus. Kim
didn't know that Betsy suspected that Brenda was rubbing Jason's cock
under the blanket. Kim didn't know about the way Brenda danced with
Jason last night in the Ballroom. Kim didn't know then Brenda tried to
get Jason to walk her "home" alone last night. Kim didn't know about
Brenda practically trying to force her tongue down Jason's throat when
she kissed him goodnight.
But most of all, Kim didn't know that there was a gaping hole in her
theory of Jason acting as a lookout. If Jason had signaled Brenda and
then was spotted by Kim as he fled, and Brenda didn't even have time to
clean up before leaving...what happened to Brenda's mystery lover?
Where did HE go?
Betsy thought she knew, and there were only two ways to find out --
neither of them attractive. She could confront Brenda, or she could
confront Jason again. She decided to spare her dear friend.
***********
I hadn't been asleep for long when the phone rang. It was Mom. She
asked me to come back up to her suite. She sounded okay.
When I got to the suite, Mom had changed into her bikini. She looked
spectacular in this bikini, because she has the perfect figure for it.
She was drinking a glass of white wine. She said that she wanted to
get some good sun, and had decided to stay in her suite and sun on the
balcony. She asked me to come out on the balcony with her and talk to
her as she got a tan.
When we got to the balcony, Mom put suntan oil on. I told Mom she
should use the white cream sunblock because it gives more protection,
but she said she likes the way the oil feels on her body. She started
by rubbing oil all over her legs, stomach, arms, shoulders, neck and
face. Then she slowly rubbed oil on the exposed tops of her breasts.
She was watching me watch her as she carefully rubbed the oil in. My
cock started to rise in my shorts, but she couldn't see it because of
the way I was sitting.
Then Mom rolled over on her stomach and asked me to rub suntan oil on
her back, starting with her feet and legs. By the time I got to her
knees, I had a raging hardon. I progressed up her thighs, trying to be
careful. I avoided the inside of her thighs, but she told me not to
neglect those areas. When I rubbed the oil there, I could swear she
sighed softly.
She also told me to rub some oil on her butt, and to do it carefully.
She insisted that I rub a little under the material of her bikini so
she wouldn't get sunburned if the material shifted. As I rubbed oil
under the bikini bottoms and started down the inside, toward her
crotch, Mom shifted and spread her legs slightly, allowing me to reach
further. I was as careful as I could be, but when I rubbed oil under
the bikini, right next to her vagina, Mom stiffened and went, "Ughhh!"
I knew why she jumped but I said I thought I had hurt her and
apologized. She laughed and said that it didn't hurt, it felt good --
TOO good -- and that I could move on to her back.
I rubbed oil into her back gently, making sure to cover every inch.
When I got to the strap to the top, she told me to undo it. I
declined, saying I didn't know how. She said it was about time I
learned. She unfastened the strap and she let it drop, exposing the
sides of her breasts, but not the nipples. She told me to resume
oiling her back.
I finished her back, paying special attention to her neck and
shoulders. I gave them a nice massage, which Mom loved. Then, I
said, "Okay, Mom, that's it. I'm done, and I'm outta here." As much
as I loved the view, I really wanted to get away without another
serious conversation.
"Not so quick, Tiger!" Mom stopped me. "You missed part of my back."
"Where?"
"The sides of my breasts, Jason. Of all the places I don't want a
sunburn, that is the worst."
I tried to decline, but Mom just said, "Oh c'mon, Jason! They don't
bite!"
So I gently started rubbing a little oil on the side of one breast.
Mom demanded more, and told me to put oil on both hands and do both
sides at the same time. As I did so, Mom raised herself up on her
elbows, which raised her tits off of the bikini top and gave me more
access. If I wanted to (or actually, if I had the balls -- which I did
not!), I could have reached right around and cupped both of her
glorious tits in the palms of my hands.
But I didn't. I timidly rubbed as little oil as I thought I could get
away with, and then stopped. Mom laughed.
"Jason, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid to touch me?"
"Yeah, Mom. You're darn right I'm afraid to touch your breasts!"
"Why? Do you want me to get a sunburn?" She teased.
"No Mom, don't be silly. You know why -- being cool and all. Besides,
you can put oil on your breasts by yourself. You don't need me to do
that for you."
"Oh I know that Jason, but you have such soft hands. Your touch feels
so good on my skin. But if you don't want to, I guess I'll just have
to do it myself."
And with that, Mom sat back upright on the chaise, causing her top to
fall to the floor and completely exposing her magnificent breasts as
she faced me directly, smiling broadly. As I sat spellbound on the
other chaise, Mom slowly rubbed oil into her breasts with both hands,
purring and sighing as she did. Mom was deliberately putting on an
erotic show for my benefit! I thought my pounding cock was going to
rip through my shorts!
"See Jason, its not so bad," Mom cooed. "But it would feel a LOT
better, honey, if you would do this for me."
I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't resist. I reached forward
with both hands and gently began rubbing Mom's breasts. From my
experience last night, I knew not to squeeze too tightly. I just
gently rubbed and stroked her breasts. There was plenty of oil on
them, but I wasn't stopping and Mom wasn't asking me to. She began to
sigh more and then moaned when I softly massaged her nipples. Her
nipples instantly got rock-hard, and her breath became more shallow and
rapid. I gave her nipples a gentle twist.
"Oh God, Jason! That feels so wonderful!" And then, jokingly, "Don't
ever stop, honey! We have a whole week on this ship, and I want to
spend it all right here, just like this, with you!"
I was torn between being more excited than I had ever been, and being
scared to death. But I kept kneading and stroking the most beautiful
pair of tits in the world. Mom continued to get into it, sighing and
moaning softly. As Brenda had instructed me, I paid close attention to
what aroused Mom and I concentrated on those areas and techniques. I
really wanted to suck her nipples, but before I could, Mom spoke again.
"Jase...Don't stop. But I want to ask you something...and I want you
to tell me the truth."
"Okay, Mom" I was mesmerized.
"Jase...that feels so wonderful. Not like a kid grabbing a girls
tits. It feels like a very loving lover caressing my heart. I love
you so much, and I can't begin to tell you how wonderful that
feels...not just on my breasts, but deep, deep inside me."
"Good Mom. I want you to feel good." I resisted the urge to ask her
if she was wet -- I knew the answer anyway.
"But, Jason, you didn't learn that wonderful technique in sex education
classes, did you?" Mom paused, and her face turned serious. "Tell me
the truth, honey...Brenda taught you that last night, didn't she?"
The words hit me like a high-voltage charge! I jumped back, releasing
my beautiful mother's spectacular breasts like they were burning coals.
But when I looked at Mom's face, she was smiling sweetly,
lovingly. "Jason, my wonderful son...don't stop." And she gently took
my hands in hers and placed them back on her breasts. "It's okay,
honey. It's OKAY. But please tell me the truth. I couldn't stand to
lose my son and my best friend over an unnecessary lie."
It was hopeless. There was no further sense in lying. "Yes, Mom.
Brenda taught me this. Last night. She taught me. I'm sorry...I'm so
ashamed." I stopped rubbing Mom's tits, and dropped my arms to my
side. My shoulders slumped in defeat. My eyes filled with tears.
"Well, first of all, sweetheart, it is certainly nothing for you to be
ashamed of. Brenda is a beautiful woman, and a wonderful person.
Brenda is also having a lot of marital problems, and she has sexual
needs just like the rest of us. And you are a very handsome young man,
with a wonderful body...and I suspect with equipment that most full-
grown men would be proud to carry between their legs. So, in light of
the situation, and the excitement of the cruise, and the big adventure
we had yesterday, it is not surprising that you two horndogs got
together."
Mom paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts and choosing her words
carefully. She picked up her bikini top and put it back on.
"Jason...we have to have a serious talk, because what you are getting
into is very serious business -- for you and for Brenda. Sex is the
most powerful thing we humans have to deal with; you just have no idea,
Jason. It can make you happier than anything else in the world. But
it can also destroy you. Sex is like handling a nuclear explosive,
Jason; you have to be extremely careful.
"Let's look at a couple of scenarios," Mom continued. "You almost got
caught last night by Cassie and Kim. What do you think would have
happened if they had walked in on you and Brenda?"
"I guess they would have been pretty shocked," I replied.
"What do you think they would have done?" Mom asked.
"Before today, I would have said that Kim would not have done
anything. She is my best friend. We trust each other and we share a
lot of confidences. Before today, I think she would have been cool.
Now that she has ratted me out to you, I'm not so sure."
"Kim would have covered your little butt if she had walked in on you!
She was very angry at you because she thought you were betraying the
trust that you two have...that's why she came to me, that's why she was
so angry. If she had known what you were REALLY doing, she never would
have said a word to anyone but you. She would probably have been
having this conversation with you right now, instead of me.
"Cassie, though, is a very different story. Cassie is a cutie, but she
is an airhead. If she didn't run immediately to her father, she would
certainly have told him the first time she and Brenda had the slightest
disagreement. Can you imagine what that would be like?"
I had not ever considered anything like this. My worst case scenario
had been Mom finding out. That had already happened, and to my
surprise, Mom was very cool about it. But, FUCK -- Paul? Holy shit!
He would probably kill me! He'd tell my step-dad! He'd kick Brenda
out of the house! It would destroy their whole family! Now that I
thought about it, I would be lucky if Paul killed me -- at least I
wouldn't have to live with the humiliation.
"And, Jason...there's another thing," Mom continued. "Cassie would not
only have told her dad...she would tell all her friends at school. How
would you like to deal with a rumor like that? Especially when the
rumor was true?"
Now I was really scared. I knew I had made a big mistake. I knew I
was unbelievably lucky to have gotten away with it...at least so far.
I also knew I had to do whatever was necessary to prevent this
information from spreading beyond me, Mom and Brenda. Nobody else
could know about this! Nobody...not even Kim.
"God, Mom!" I said. "I never thought about all this stuff. Please
don't tell anyone! Please, Mom???"
"Oh, Jason! I would never tell anyone. I'm not even going to let
Brenda know that I know about it. This is strictly between you and I.
But we need to make sure this doesn't get out. We need to be very
careful -- you are playing with dynamite here, Jason!"
"I know, Mom. What do we do now?"
"Well, the first thing we do is...you tell me the truth, Buster. No
bullshit, and no half-truths. How long has this been going on with
Brenda? Are you having intercourse with her? If so, are you using
protection? If you think you have a problem now, just try to imagine
the problem you would have if you got her pregnant!"
"No, No, Mom!" I replied. "Last night was the first time...honest!
And we didn't f....I mean have intercourse!"
"It's okay, Jason. I've heard the word `fuck' before." Mom was
laughing at my embarrassment.
"Sorry Mom. But no, we did not do that. We just masturbated."
"You masturbated in front of Brenda?" There was a strange look in
Mom's eyes. Not anger, not shock. Maybe a little jealousy.
"No, Mom...she masturbated me. And I masturbated her."
"Oh. And did you climax?"
"I sure did, Mom! And so did Brenda!" I was pretty proud of that,
even in this awkward situation.
"Well, good for you both. Did you do anything else? Oral sex?"
"Ummm...not exactly."
"Not exactly? Well, what exactly then?"
"Ummm, well, Brenda kinda cleaned me up a little afterwards...you know?"
"With her mouth? How did that feel? Did you cum again then?"
"Yeah with her mouth. She just sorta licked me and sucked the rest of
the stuff out of my dick, but no, I didn't cum again. I couldn't
have! I was too tired!"
"And you didn't have intercourse?"
"No. Really Mom."
"How about anal sex? Do you know what that is? Did you do that?"
Damn, Mom was sure covering all the bases!
"NO! Yeah, I know what anal sex is, Mom. It's when faggots fuck each
other in the ass!"
"Well, that's partially right, but men and women do it, too," Mom
corrected me.
"Why would anyone want to stick their thing in someone's butt?" I was
incredulous. I had always thought that was just a perversion that gays
practiced because they didn't have pussies to fuck.
"Because it feels good, Jason," Mom replied patiently. "Some people
like it a lot."
"Do you like it, Mom? Do you and Jack do that?" I asked urgently.
"No, Jason, Jack and I don't do that." Mom replied, without answering
all of the question. "Jack is very conservative about sex...which is
fine, by the way. I have no complaints." I didn't believe that last
statement for some reason.
"But this is not about my sex life, Jason," Mom continued. "It's about
yours. And it's about trust between you and I. Are you sure you've
told me everything?"
"Yes, Mom, I swear to God, I have," I said. God this was gonna be
awful if I told the whole truth and she still didn't believe me!
"Well, Brenda must really be a talented lover if she can exhaust you by
just jerking you off!"
"Yes, Mom...she really is. I was so excited, I just came and came and
came."
Mom was quiet.
"Mom...don't be mad at me. Don't think bad things about me. I
couldn't help it. It just happened. And don't be mad at Brenda...I
don't think she meant for this to happen; I don't think she could help
it either."
"I'm not mad at you Jason. Not at Brenda either. Although..."
"Although what, Mom?"
"Well, to be brutally honest with you, Jason, I'm a little jealous of
Brenda. You're my baby, my beautiful son. And I have a little problem
with you having sex with a woman my age! You know how I feel about
you -- we have had several discussions about the need to `stay cool'
with each other.
"You've been honest with me, Jason, so I'm going to be honest with
you. I want you Jason. Not like mother and son, like man and woman!
When you were rubbing that oil on my breasts, it felt wonderful. I got
very excited! I know it's wrong, but I can't help the way I feel about
you. We have to continue to be very careful with each other. We can't
let our feelings for each other get out of hand -- it could destroy our
family, just like it could destroy Brenda's."
"I know, Mom. We have to be careful, we have to stay cool. That is
partly what the thing with Brenda was about. She said I need to learn
stuff about sex, and that you can tell me stuff and answer a lot of
questions, but you can't do anything with me. It would be against the
law! That's partly why she said we should do stuff."
"I thought so...and she is actually right. I love Brenda and I trust
her more than anyone in the world except you. I'm sure she would be a
wonderful, loving teacher for you. And it would be a good experience
for you, too. But Brenda is not thinking clearly. She has a lot of
trouble on her hands, more than she knows! She doesn't need any more
problems."
Then Mom started laughing. "You know, Jason, it's funny. I see what
Brenda is doing. She really wants to help you. And...she will really
be helping herself as well, she will be getting the sex she so
desperately needs. I understand all that, and I trust both of you.
But I am still jealous of her. It hurts me that you find her more
attractive than me."
"Oh God Mom! That's not true. I think you are the most beautiful,
sexy woman in the world! Rubbing that oil on your breasts was the most
wonderful, sexiest thing I've ever done! Even sexier than cumming on
Brenda's tits last night! (Ooops! Didn't mean to tell her that!) But,
Mom...the difference is this -- I can do stuff with Brenda. I can't do
stuff with you!"
"You came on her tits?!"
"Well, yeah, Mom. I didn't mean to say that, but yeah, I did."
"What did you think about that? Did it excite you?"
"Oh God yes, Mom! It was incredible! I went all over her. Even her
face and hair by accident. It was really hot!"
Mom's eyes had changed now. They had narrowed into a squint. She was
staring intently into my eyes, occasionally lowering her glance to my
crotch, where a rising hardon was now visible. She licked her lips
nervously.
"Oh, Jason! I would give anything for you to cum on my tits.
Anything! That is so exciting! And it's been SO long since anyone has
done that for me!"
She didn't ask me to. But she didn't say we couldn't either. I was so
hot from rubbing the oil on her tits earlier that I pushed the
opportunity.
"Mom...I would rather cum on your tits than anything in the world. Do
you want me to? Will you let me?"
Mom stopped. Her eyes were hot, but they were also frightened.
"No, Jason. God, I hate to say no! I want it so bad! But I have to,
Jason. We have to stay cool."
"But Mom...?"
"No, honey. Not now. Maybe some time in the future, but not now. We
have to be cool."
"God Mom, my dick is aching! I need to!"
"Well then go in the bathroom and masturbate, Jason. Not here. Not
with me. I'm sorry, but if we get into that now, I won't let you
stop...and we just can't do that, Jason, we really can't.
"And there's a more important thing right now, anyway. We have to
figure out how we are going to handle this problem you've gotten
yourself into. So go in the bathroom and take care of yourself if you
need to, and then we'll talk some more about what we are going to do."
I rushed into the bathroom, ripped off my shorts and vigorously jacked
my huge dick. I beat it so hard it hurt. Nothing! My balls were
bursting, but I couldn't cum! I tried and tried and tried. Finally, I
felt the feeling rising in my swollen cock, but when the time came, I
felt a little pulse of relief but no cum came out. The pressure was
relieved a little, but my balls were still aching. This had never
happened before! What was wrong with me?
I tried again, but nothing happened. My cock was sore and throbbing.
When I washed off a little, the sting told me I had rubbed some of the
skin off my dick. I was in bad shape, but still not relieved. I
didn't want to return to my mother, but there was nowhere else to go.
When I returned to the balcony, Mom had put her floor-length bathrobe
back on. Her face was soft and loving. She spoke quietly for several
minutes about the plan she had developed while I was futilely jacking
off in the bathroom. Mom's plan was actually quite ingenious.
We would say that I WAS spying on Cassie and Kim (just a normal 14 year-
old boy's curiosity) , and I would apologize to Kim.
Mom would not say anything to Brenda about our sexual escapades, but
instead would tell Brenda that Kim caught me spying on she and Cassie,
and was outraged. I would tell Brenda I was very scared by almost
getting caught, and that I couldn't take any more chances. I would
also remind her of the consequences for her if we got caught.
And finally, in order to 1) keep me away from Brenda (and vice versa)
and 2) reassure Kim and Cassie that my spying was over, Kim would move
into Cassie's cabin and I would move to Mom's. They would be together,
and I would be under Mom's watchful eye the rest of the trip. I would
sleep on the couch which opened up into a bed.
It was a good plan, and I felt confident that I could carry off my part
of it. If Kim got suspicious and began badgering me, I would have a
problem, but I thought she would be too elated over having "won" to
follow up. I agreed to the plan.
But I still must have had a pained expression on my face, because as
soon as the plan was agreed to, Mom changed the subject back to our
previous discussion.
"Jason, I'm sorry I couldn't let you do what you wanted. Please know
that I wanted it too. Maybe more than you did. But we just can't.
Not now. I'm sorry. I really am, for more than one reason."
"I know, Mom. And I know you are right. It's just that I was so
excited! And I didn't get any relief in there. In fact, I think I
hurt myself."
"Hurt yourself? What do you mean?"
"I don't know. I couldn't cum, so I kept doing it harder and harder.
I never really did cum. But when I washed off, it stung. I think I
cut myself or rubbed the skin off, or something. It hurts."
"Let me see, Jason," Mom said. Then seeing the shock in my eyes, she
laughed and continued, "Just a quick look, you little sex fiend! I
want to be sure you didn't really hurt yourself."
I didn't know what to do, but I removed my shorts and stood in front of
my Mom in my boxers as she sat on the chaise lounge. She pulled my
boxers down slowly, but by now I had a big hardon and when the elastic
band freed it, it sprang up right in Mom's face.
"Oh my! Wow, Jason! Oh my!" Mom exclaimed. She sized up my bulging
cock appreciatively.
Her eyes were narrow slits again, you could almost see the heat
streaming out of them. It was a good thing she had the robe on,
because if she hadn't, I'm sure I would have seen very hard nipples and
a sopping wet pussy. There was no hiding the arousal Mom was feeling.
And of course, Mom's arousal only increased mine.
Very timidly, Mom took the head of my swollen cock between her thumb
and index finger and moved it around so she could inspect all areas of
my penis. There was nothing sexual about the way she handled my raging
hardon. It was like being examined by a doctor. A couple of times,
she said, "Uh huh" or something similar. Finally, she spoke.
"Jason, you poor little horny puppy! You have really rubbed your penis
raw!" Then, she went on to point out the locations, "Here, and here,
and here." She was still very clinical, like a doctor.
"Okay, Jase, we've got to put something on those abrasions! I'm not
too worried about infection, as long as you keep yourself clean and
dry, but I think we should put something on there to help the skin
heal. Come into the bathroom with me."
So, I obediently followed my beautiful, sexy mother into the bathroom.
She went in one of her bags and found some Vaseline Intensive Care
lotion she had brought to use for sunburn. She told me to rub some on
the raw skin, but I had trouble. For one thing, I couldn't see where
the spots were, and it also hurt. But the real reason I didn't want to
put the lotion on was it was too much like jacking off, and I was
afraid that I would have an accident. After several attempts to
encourage me, Mom finally lost patience.
"Oh, for God's sake, Jason! Come here!" Mom sat on the toilet and
drew me over to her until I was standing right in front of her. In
this position, my cock was right in front of her face, so she could see
what she was doing.
If I had been blindfolded, I might have been okay. But I wasn't. And
from my vantage point, it was an incredible scene.
When I looked down, I saw the most beautiful woman in the world putting
lotion on her hands and preparing to rub it on my pounding cock, which
was now much bigger than I had ever seen it. Also, Mom's robe was
slightly open and I could see some pretty good cleavage of her
magnificent breasts bulging against the bikini top. And, although Mom
was acting very clinical still, I noticed her breasts rising and
falling more rapidly than normal. She was not entirely succeeding with
her doctor act!
If I raised my eyes slightly, and looked to the left, I found myself
looking into a mirrored corner over the bathroom sink. This view
provided a pretty good profile of Mom sitting on the toilet, and me
standing right in front of her with my aching cock jutting out, just
inches from her face.
If I looked to my right, there was a full length dressing mirror. This
mirror, because it was right next to the toilet, gave a perfect, close
profile view. That was the best view, so I looked there. I couldn't
bear to look directly at Mom as she got ready to apply the lotion, but
I couldn't bear to look away either.
Mom tenderly rubbed a little of the lotion on one area of raw skin, and
I jumped because the lotion was cold to the touch. Mom apologized and
put more lotion on her hand and rubbed her hands together to warm the
lotion.
Then, she gently cupped my balls in one hand, spreading lotion on them,
and took my raging cock in the other hand. My cock was so big and hard
her fingers were barely able to reach around it. Still trying to be
very clinical, Mom rubbed the lotion from the head of my cock to the
base. Then, she rubbed from the base of my penis back out to the
head. She told me this would only take a second.
She was right. The first spurt of cum hit Mom right smack in the
middle of her nose. The second spurt caught a little bit of her left
eye and sent a rope of steaming spunk into her hair.
"Oh!!!!!! Oh, God, Jason...I'm sorry!" She squealed. But she was
already laughing!
"It's okay, Mom. Sorry, I just couldn't help it. I'm so excited." I
was very hot, but I was also scared, and once again near tears. Mom
saw the panic in my eyes.
"It's okay, honey. It was an accident. I can understand you cumming,
I'm having control problems myself. Is that how you came on Brenda
last night?"
"Well, no. I mean it wasn't an accident last night. And I came a lot
more last night. I really came all over her."
"Well, you've had quite an interesting cruise, haven't you?" Mom was
teasing me now, giggling with excitement. "You've cum in two women's
faces in less than 24 hours! I'll bet that's a record for you, isn't
it?"
Slightly relieved, I laughed along with her. "Yeah Mom, it sure is a
record! My first and second times! Not bad for a 14 year old virgin,
huh, Mom?"
"No, not bad. Not bad at all." Then Mom looked down at my still
swollen cock and asked, "He's still very big, and very beautiful I must
add. Is he done?"
"Uh....well, I don't know Mom. I mean, uh....uh...I-I-I don't think
so."
"Okay, Tiger. I can't stand it any more. We've gone this far, even if
it was by accident. We might as well finish you off and see if we can
set a new world record in the process." My heart leapt! So did my
cock!
As quickly as she said that, Mom dropped her robe to the floor and
removed her bikini top. Once again, Mom's spectacular bulging breasts
were exposed, with rock-hard nipples and glistening from the suntan oil.
Mom rubbed some more lotion on her hands and warmed it by rubbing her
hands together. Softly whispering "Come here, honey" she drew me
closer to her, taking both of my hands and placing them on her heaving
tits. Then she told me to relax, cupped my balls in one hand and
slowly, slowly began stroking my mighty cock with the other hand.
This time I didn't cum immediately. She built me up slowly, lovingly.
Then she began jacking more slowly, but talking dirty to me as she
did. She told me to spray her with cum. On her tits, in her hair,
anywhere I wanted to cum on her. She rubbed lotion between her tits
and held them together as I tit-fucked her. I sprayed like the Old
Faithful geyser! All over her tits! All over her neck and shoulders!
As I did, she eagerly rubbed the cum into her skin. She was panting
and moaning and groaning. She was so hot and so sexy, it was
unbelievable! Finally, I finished cumming.
"Oh, Jason...that was so sexy! It's been so long since I've had my
tits spunked. I love you and I loved that!"
"Glad you liked it, Mom!" I said cheerfully. "I'm eager to please, and
you are the sexiest thing on this planet. Or any other planet."
"Jason, I don't want this moment to end. Rub the rest of your precious
cum into my breasts for a few minutes before we get cleaned up, okay?"
Naturally, I eagerly agreed!
I rubbed Mom's tits for quite a while. When the cum dried and the skin
got sticky, she put more lotion on her tits and begged me to continue
to rub her. As I did, she slipped the bikini bottom off and began to
stroke her dripping pussy. I continued to rub breasts lovingly as she
masturbated shamelessly. After several minutes of increasingly loud
moaning and frantic stroking of her clit, Mom exploded in an incredible
orgasm. The force of the orgasm lifted her off the toilet seat and I
had to hold her to keep her from falling on the floor.
When she finally finished shaking, my beautiful mother looked dreamily
into my eyes and reached up and wrapped her arms around my butt,
drawing the lower part of my body to the upper part of hers. Her face
was on my stomach, and my still- hard cock was under her chin resting
against her throat and shoulder. We hugged like that for several
minutes, me stroking her hair and her softly rubbing my butt. I could
have stayed in that position forever.
But, after several minutes of tender snuggling, Mom began to kiss my
stomach, even sticking her probing tongue into my belly-button. My
cock immediately sprung back to life, throbbing against her neck.
Then, Mom silently pushed me away slightly and took my pulsating cock
into her mouth! Her mouth was hot and wet. She licked all around the
head, and probed the opening with her tongue. Then she licked the
entire length of my cock, talking to me as she did:
"Oh, Jason, you have such a beautiful cock. So big! So perfectly
formed! So thick! You have a wonderful, big man-cock, my precious
son! I'm going to give you something very special today. I'm going to
worship your beautiful cock, and show you just how good it can feel!"
With that, she took just the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked on
in for a few seconds, first gently, then more firmly. As she did so,
she cupped my balls in her free hand, which felt wonderful. Then she
began to tenderly lick around the edge of the head, finding all the
most sensitive places and playing with each one deliciously. As she
did that, she stopped and purred, "Oh Jason, your cock feels so good in
my mouth! I could suck you all day!"
Then, she surprised me by sucking my cock all the way down her throat!
As she did that, somehow she was massaging my big cock with her throat
muscles! The feeling was incredible! She returned to the head, again
licking the sensitive spots, alternated with gentle sucking.
As Mom's voracious mouth played with the head of my throbbing cock, her
free hand began to also work on my balls. She squeezed them gently,
and then began stroking them. She began to stroke my inner thighs, as
well, and then reached under my balls to softly stroke my butt.
Gradually, she began stroking into the crack of my ass, which was very,
very erotic. I would have had an orgasm, but Mom was coordinating her
actions -- as she felt me building from the ball and butt stroking, she
would ease up with the licking and sucking. At first, I had been going
crazy, but now I knew that she was in control. So I just surrendered
to her will and let her do whatever she wanted.
After a few minutes of this, Mom removed her free hand quickly. She
plunged a finger into her wet pussy, lubricating it thoroughly. Then
she began to rub that finger into my crack and against the rosebud of
my asshole! The sensation was electric. Again, I would have cum, but
she eased up with her expert cocksucking and asked me if I liked that.
I screamed, "YES!" Hearing that, Mom rubbed more and more firmly
against my asshole, lubricating, stimulating, and relaxing it all at
the same time. Then, finally, when I could stand it no more, she
tenderly pressed her finger into my eager ass. Very gently, a
millimeter at a time, she carefully inserted her finger well into my
pulsating rectum. I couldn't believe she was doing that -- but what I
really couldn't believe was how much I was loving it!
Then, with lust steaming from her burning eyes, my spectacular
cocksucking Mom looked up at me and said lustily, "Okay, Tiger...time
to go for the record. Cum for me Jason! Cum in your Mommy's slutty
mouth! Fuck my mouth, Jason! Fuck it! Fuck it hard, you big horse-
cocked stud! Fill me up with your love juice! Pour it down my throat,
Jason! Now, big-dick! NOW!
And with that, my cocksucking Mom buried my cock in her throat, and her
finger in my ass, and began the final act of our unbelievable sex
dance. Her head bobbed up and down on my raging cock. Her finger
pumped in and out of my ass. I grabbed the back of her head and fucked
her face so hard I was afraid I was going to hurt her, but she never
complained. Instead, she just moaned and grunted encouragement as her
magic mouth worked my mighty boy-cock. She never missed a stroke as
she bobbed her beautiful head up and down in perfect time with my
vigorous thrusts. She licked and probed with her tongue. But mostly,
especially at the end, she bobbed and sucked with increasing intensity.
I erupted in a huge orgasm, so forceful it blew my cock completely out
of her mouth, spraying much of the cum on her face. My loving mother
smiled sweetly, and then dove back onto my still-spurting cock, deep-
throating me again as her unbelievable finger continued to work my
tingling asshole. I blew off again, bigger than before, but Mom was
ready, swallowing all of my cum easily.
Now, Mom removed her finger from my ass and used that hand to jack my
still- rigid cock slowly as she continued to apply just the right
amount of suction with her amazing mouth. Gradually, easily, she
brought me to one last booming orgasm, again swallowing every drop. We
were both panting and gasping for breath.
Then, Mom stood up, grabbed my face in her hands and gave me a long,
deep French kiss. Her tongue probed every corner of my mouth, and mine
probed hers. I could taste my own cum in her mouth, which I
surprisingly found very erotic -- not nasty, like you might think. We
gobbled each others mouths for several minutes, and then Mom pulled
away with a huge smile on her face.
"Well, my sexy son...THAT was a blow-job! I hope it was your first,
and if not, I hope it was your best!"
"Ohmygod Mom! That was incredible! I never knew anything could be so
exciting! Yes it was my first! Oh God, Mom! I love you so much!"
"And I love you too, Jason. You have such a sweet, delicious cock! It
feels so wonderful in my mouth! I just had to suck you. I just had
to. I don't care if it's wrong, I had to feel your cum jetting into my
mouth, running down my throat! I had to have that, Jase! I just
couldn't stand for another woman to have that and me not have it. Call
me selfish, call me a bad mother, call me a pervert and a cradle-
robber, call me anything you want to call me -- I HAD to have your
beautiful cock!"
"I think I'll just call you my beautiful, sexy, cocksucking Mom. And
you're the best Mom in the whole world. You were before that, and you
are especially now! You are the most wonderful woman in the universe!"
Then we both showered (separately) and laid down to take a nap. There
was no more sex, just sweet snuggling, as mother and son drifted off
into a blissful sleep.
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