Coming Mother Chapter 1

Chapter 1

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 a 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 crating 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.