Boat Mom

Chapter One:



Shellie lay on the small deck of the houseboat, the hot sun burning
into her already golden flesh.

She rested on the foam mattress, on her stomach, her bikini top
untied and her tits smashed beneath her. The bottoms of her bikini
were so skimpy that the luscious sweetness of her swelling ass was
half exposed. The sun heated her body, and she writhed sensually,
opening her legs to allow the rays to touch her inner thighs.

Shellie was slender, like a fashion model. But still, even though
she was slim, she had curves and hollows that excited the beholder.
She had rich, dark-brown hair reaching to her shoulders. She was
tall, an inch or so above the average woman. Her face was exquisite,
her flesh the creamy smoothness that made other women envious.

Shellie’s tits were rounded and firm, the valley between them narrow.
They were full tits, yet tilted at the tips, her nipples arching
toward the sky when she stood. Her tits had always been firm, tight,
and round. Her waist was quite small, easily spanned by the hands of
a big man. Her stomach was flat, with only a hint of roundness below
her dimpled belly button. Her hips were curvy, flowing into
exceptionally long thighs and curvy legs. Perfectly shaped, her legs
were outstanding in her bikini or shorts. Her ass, although small,
was tight and rounded, the cheeks flawless, the crack deep and
tantalizing to the watcher.

Below her belly button was a thick mass of curly, soft hair that
excited anyone lucky enough to view it. The lips of her cunt, puffy
and tight, were almost hidden by the hair, especially with her legs
closed. The only problem with Shellie’s cunt, if such could be
called a problem, was her unusually long clit. It was good inch in
length, and she knew there weren’t many women with such a clit.

Although the size of her clit had never caused her a problem, it had
caused her ex-husband to complain that it was like a very tiny cock,
and he refused to suck or lick it for that reason. But Shellie’s
clit was the most sensitive part of her pussy. Not that her cunt
itself wasn’t sensitive; it was. She could easily come with a cock
inside her cunt, the friction of a hard cock sliding in and out of
her wet cunt lips creating a wonderful spasm of orgasm in her. But if
her clit was sucked or licked, Shellie would often go out of her mind
with ecstasy, and come many times before the spasms would fade away.

Shellie enjoyed her clit.

When she was aroused, her clit swelled and bulged out almost an inch
long. She loved to hold it between her finger and thumb, and work it
up and down. She had allowed her husband to watch this once, and he
had made fun of her, saying it was the same as a boy jacking off.
Needless to say, his attitude cut into their relationship, and soon
they were sleeping in different beds, and no longer fucking. Since
her divorce, Shellie had been stroking her clit and making herself
come as her sole means of gratification.

And hating it.

She writhed beneath the hot sun, almost asleep. The background
noises were soothing. The soft lapping of the waves against the hull
of the houseboat was peaceful, and the soft clatter of her son inside
the boat was a comfortable, familiar sound. The river was wide, and
clean, not muddy and dirty like so many rivers. The banks were lined
with shrubbery and trees, and she had steered into this very small
cove and docked for the rest of the afternoon.

The divorce settlement had come at the end of the school year, and
now she and her son, Jay, had three wonderful months to enjoy the
river before he would return to school. Maybe they would find a nice
place to live on the houseboat where he could attend school, too.

The houseboat wasn’t large, but quite luxurious. It contained only
one bedroom, but there was fold-out bunk over the queen-sized bottom
bed.

“Mom, where’s the damned tea?” Jay called.

“Honey,” Shellie called back in a lazy voice. “You know I don’t like
you to use such language. And the tea is on the top shelf above the
refrigerator.”

“You want a glass, Mom?” he called, paying not the slightest
attention to her very mild complaint.

“That would be nice,” she replied.

She thought of Jay, realizing he was growing up. When her husband
had
drawn away from her, she had turned her affection toward her son, and
Jay accepted her hugs and caresses willingly.

As they drifted down the river that morning, they had passed a
smaller houseboat, with three girls, all in very skimpy bikinis. Jay
had stared at them with glowing eyes. Shellie had glanced at the
front of his swimming trunks. She smiled to see his cock straining
in hardness.

She heard her son come out of the cabin, and looked up at him without
raising her head. She took the tall glass of iced tea and, as she
lifted her arm, the curve of one tit showed all the way to her
nipple. She heard her son gasp, but she said nothing. While Jay sat
in a deck chair, Shellie put the glass next to her head. She looked
at her son with slitted eyes.

He was looking at her, too. She didn’t mind him looking at her; she
was used to being looked at, and her son was a man. Well, a boy,
really, but he was showing a very intense interest in girls, lately.

The sound of a motor came near, and she lifted her head to see a
cruiser slowly going past. It was filled with young girls, all of
them wearing practically nothing. One of the girls waved, and Jay
waved back. Shellie saw her son watching them.

The girl who had waved stood up and turned her back toward them,
sliding her bikini bottoms down and flashing her pretty ass. The
girls hooted and hollered, thrusting their middle fingers in the air
with the obscene gesture of fuck you.

“They’re not very nice, are they?” Shellie said, sipping her iced
tea.

Jay had seen the girl flash her cute ass, but now he was looking at
his mother again, his eyes widening slightly as he saw one of her
tits. He saw the light-brown nipple, and made a noisy, gulping
sound.

Shellie glanced down at herself, then laughed softly. It was okay if
her son saw her tit, she felt. Even though she was his mother, her
tits were no different from those of any other woman, although firmer
and much prettier. She wiggled her hips into a more comfortable
position. Her long clit had begun to throb and swell, and it pushed
at the pad beneath her.

Jay watched his mother’s ass wiggling, and again he made a swallowing
sound. He had caught a glimpse of his mother’s crotch.

Shellie knew what he was seeing, but she didn’t close her thighs.
With her unusually long clit swelling into hardness, she found
herself becoming excited, her cunt turning wet. With very gentle,
almost subtle, movements, she squirmed her crotch at the mat, knowing
her son was watching.

Jay was, indeed, watching. He saw the cheeks of his mother’s
swelling ass clench in tightness, saw the way she pressed her crotch
at the mat. His cock began to throb, and he made no effort to
conceal it. Shellie, with her eyes slitted again, peeked at him,
watching his cock press at his wide-legged swim trunks. She found
herself growing warmer with desire, and her hips seemed to move of
their own accord.

Suddenly Jay turned away and entered the cabin.

Shellie was disappointed in him. She knew she had been teasing her
son sexually, making his cock hard, doing things to draw his eye.
She considered her actions, and discovered she wasn’t in the least
ashamed of it. Her son was interested in girls, and she was girl,
although his mother. She closed her eyes and found herself wondering
about Jay’s cock, his balls, his young ass. That he was a virgin,
she knew. He was far too young to have become close enough to a girl
to fuck her, she was sure. She began to see her son in her mind,
without his trunks on, his cock and balls exposed to her. She
started writhing her ass, pressing her swollen clit at the mat, her
cunt bubbling with sweet, wet heat.

From inside the cabin, Jay was watching his mother through a window
screen, his cock in his hand. He squeezed and pumped his prick, eyes
staring at the exciting movements of her ass and thighs. He knew
what his mother was doing, and it sent shivers of pleasure through
him. When he first began to jack off a few weeks before, squirting
his young cum juice with force, he had started looking at girls with
intense desire, wishing he had one to shove his cock into.

Shellie, not knowing her son was watching her, smashed her throbbing
clit into the mat, giving a soft cry of delight as she came. When
her ass became still, Jay pounded on his cock in a frenzy, not
knowing that his mother, now that her excitement was cooling, could
hear his gasping breathing. Shellie knew then that her son had been
watching her, and that he was inside the cabin, jerking off wildly.

She wiggled her ass for his pleasure, opening her thighs so he could
see the bulge of her cunt inside the tight band of her bikini
bottoms. At the same time she lifted up, looking out over the river.
One of her tits showed now, and she listened to her son’s quick
intake of excited breathing.

She shivered in pleasure as she listened to Jay’s soft grunt as he
came, and then lowered herself back onto the mat, crushing her tit
beneath her, but leaving her long legs open.

Later, almost asleep, she heard the door of the cabin open, and
peeked.

Jay came out and walked to the side of the deck. She watched him
lift the side of his swim trunks and pull his cock out. Arching his
hips forward, he sent a long stream of piss into the river. Shellie
knew her son thought she was asleep, and the knowledge that he would
pull his cock out with her there and take a piss sent a shudder of
pleasure through her. Although she could not see much of his cock,
seeing him piss created a heat inside her cunt that almost caused her
to come again.

Still later, after dark, she prepared a light dinner. Since she
still wore her bikini, she felt her son watching her as she moved
about the small kitchen. She couldn’t resist, and, humming softly,
did a few dance steps that made her tight ass moving suggestively.

Since being on the houseboat, she had allowed her son to climb into
the top bunk before she entered, and had undressed and pulled her
nightgown on in the kitchen or living area. This was accomplished in
the same way tonight, but Shellie wanted to be with her son badly
now.

When her son called out that he was in bed, Shellie pulled her bikini
off and slipped a gown over her naked body. She switched the lights
off, then climbed into the queen-sized bed beneath her son’s bunk.

Almost immediately, she heard his sheets rustling. As she listened,
she found a rhythm to the sounds.

Knowing her son was jacking off again, Shellie felt her cunt throb
and become wet, her clit bulging out. She slipped her gown to her
waist and, feeling wanton, pushed her sheets to her feet. If her son
looked over the edge of his bunk, he would see her in the dim light.
Shellie stroked her long clit with two fingers, listening to her son
jerking at his cock. She squeezed her inflamed clit between her
thumb and forefinger, and then started working on it with short
jerks.

“Oh, fuck it!” Shellie suddenly gasped.

The rustling above her stopped.

“What did you say, Mom?”

For a moment, Shellie couldn’t believe she had said that.

Then she giggled, a throaty, lewd sound.

“I said, fuck it!”

“Mom!”

“Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it,” she hissed, smashing her clit hard. “I
know what you’re doing up there, Jay. I can hear what you’re doing,
you did it near the window, and you’re doing it again!”

Silence greeted her words.

“Jay, you’re jacking off!” she said. “I know you’re playing with
your cock, and I know you played with it earlier, looking at me.”

“Mom, what are you talking about?” Jay asked, his voice quivering
with part fear, part excitement. “I’m not doing anything like that!”

“Bullshit!” Shellie snorted, jumping to her knees and then to her
feet.

She looked over the edge of her son’s bunk, but Jay had pulled the
sheets to his neck when he heard his mother. At the side of his bunk
was a small window, and the full moon seemed to cast a silvery light
right across his crotch. His cock stood up, tenting the sheet.

With a quick dart of her hand, Shellie pulled the sheet from her
son’s body and saw his cock sticking through the fly of his shorts.
She gasped as she stared at it.

Jay grabbed for the sheet with a surprised gasp, but his mother tore
it from his hands

“Look at you,” she said, her voice husky. “Lying up here above me,
jacking that cock off! And me… and me…”

Her hand shot out and closed about her son’s cock. Jay gasped as his
mother squeezed his cock hard. He lay stiff and unmoving, not
certain what he was supposed to do. What his mother said was true,
but he didn’t know how she knew. He wasn’t afraid; he was just
startled by the sudden grab his mother had made on his cock.

Shellie felt the heat of her son’s cock searing her fist, felt the
throbbing of it. She held his cock as tight as she could, making
moaning sounds, staring at his bulging cockhead in the shaft of
moonlight.

“Oh, God!” she whimpered with excitement.

Her fist moved, slowly upward. Then downward, still slowly. Up…
down.

“Mom, do you know what you’re doing?” Jay gasped.

“Yes, damn you,” she groaned. “I know perfectly well what I’m doing.
I’m jacking your goddamn cock, that’s what I’m doing!”

Jay gritted his teeth. His mother’s fist wasn’t moving very fast on
his cock, but it was going up and down. The sensations were
overwhelming him, and he struggled to remain as still as he could,
not knowing if he should move or not.

Shellie pumped her son’s cock as she stood on her bed, her pointing
tits smashing at the edge of the overhead bunk. Her eyes were big
and round, glassy with increasing desire. The head of her son’s cock
bulged out hotly, her fingers squeezing his prick very hard. Then
she moved her hand downward, and cupped his balls through his shorts.
She pressed at them, squeezing them, and Jay groaned softly with
delight. With a low cry she released his balls and grasped his cock
again.

“Ohhhh, Jay!” she whimpered, racing her fist up and down this time,
holding his cock tightly.

“Mom!”

“Come here,” she said, pulling at his cock. “Jay, climb down to my
bed.”

As her son swung his legs over the bunk, Shellie kept a tight grip on
his cock as if afraid it would disappear. With her holding his cock,
Jay couldn’t drop down to her bed. Shellie brushed her cheek over
this thighs as she stared at the hard-on. Then, before her son knew
what she was going to do, Shellie darted her face to his prick and
kissed the head. It was a quick kiss, right on his piss hole, but it
was long enough for Shellie to feel his moistness, long enough to
make her lips tingle, and her clit to lurch.

“Now, climb down, baby,” she said in a very low, throaty, voice,
turning his cock loose.


Chapter Two:



Jay lay on his mother’s bed, flat on his back.

There was no moonlight here, and Shellie clicked on the small reading
light on the bulkhead.

“I want to see,” she whispered.

Jay gazed at his mother.