Tom looked at his wife as he took the turn that would soon bring him, and Abigail, to the senior living complex where her mother lived and had done so for some three years.
Maureen Scott remained a sprightly seventy-year-old and wore her blonde hair short, whereas her daughter continued to captivate him with her riotous sun-bleached mane and tanned skin. The two women were unmistakably a mother and daughter but Abi, as she wanted to be called, had all her wits and scheming ways still about her. Maureen, on the other hand, was forgetful and sometimes needed reminding of where she was. The two women were 'fashionistas', Abi making sure that her mother did not lapse into wearing an oldie's clothes but remained attractive. Her slim figure, with its 'droopy titties' as she now referred to them, so Abi had told him, still lent Maureen a captivating allure and Tom was never embarrassed to be seen in their company.
The three of them got on and even had fun together.
Tom had suggested that the weather was set fair for the weekend and that they should go out in the small motor cruiser with its lounge and seating, a small bedroom, and a bathroom with a shower and toilet. 'Marasol' was nothing grand, but the boat suited them all perfectly and the palm tree-lined walkways of the marina, and the clubhouse, were a place to relax whenever the boat remained at its moorings, the weather too blustery to go out onto the ocean beyond the harbour's sea wall.
Tom laughed, somewhat ruefully.
"You talked to her about the way we live sometimes, how we play with others, and she understands what we could do for her?"
"Yes, darling, I told you all about it. That's why we're here...to take her out of herself for a while. It's a wonder that we haven't thought of it before."
"That you haven't, darling," he teased. "I'm still getting my mind into gear on what you want me to do. Tom and Abi Anderson, carers to the elderly are their speciality."
Abi laughed and looked at Tom fondly. She'd win him round to what she had suggested and her mother, Maureen, was still a 'looker' with her coiffed hair, smart colourful clothes, and slender body.
"It's nothing more than what we have done when we swing, darlin'...and now the partner for you is someone you know only too well."
"Yeah, but with her clothes on."
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Maureen sure had grace and a sense of dress style, a floaty and wispy summer dress worn with sandals and a wide-brimmed straw hat. She was seen to clutch Abi's arm as they walked along the jetty and to Marasol's mooring.
Maureen slowed their progress, the grip of her hand on Abi's arm making her daughter look at her.
"It's okay, Tom cares for you and he understands that life's been a bit lonely since my father shipped out of our lives. At least you were provided for..."
"Yeah, I know all about that. But what you're suggesting that I do, now, is not expected, really it isn't." Maureen gazed at Tom and liked to see him casually dressed in chino shorts, a faded mauve polo shirt, and a white baseball cap parked jauntily on his greying hair. Her grip on Abi's arm tightened. "You sure surprised me with what you have planned...what you two get up to. I'd like to live that way for a while, even if it happens only once...and with Tom."
"No one's going to know, Mom, about what happened, except for us."
"I'm sure glad of that and I hope that Tom's going to understand...that it's been a while for me and I'm not as strong as I was. I don't want to be a disappointment to him...handsome man that he is. You sure were lucky meeting him."
"Yeah, and we live and love in our ways sometimes," Abi answered truthfully.
Tom was seen unfastening the screens that covered the rear well, rolling them up and clipping them to the cabin's sides and top deck, before he climbed aboard. He held out a hand and gave them a devilish grin. "Which of you beautiful ladies are coming on board, first?"
"I am and it's been a while," Maureen sniggered, "but I guess you know that already."
"All I know and want is to make a difference to you, Maureen. Abi and I agreed on this...on it being this way even if I did ask what she expected me to do that would be of help."
Tom had turned the idea over in his mind, time and again. Would the woman before him participate in the act? Would she lie back on the double bed that occupied the small cabin as he went about pleasing her? He'd like to take something from the act with her too, even to have the woman climax and she brought him along with her. She had enough to hold and the only concern that he had was that he would get lost in the moment and hurt her.
Abi had said, once a tacit agreement to what they would share had been reached, that Maureen wanted to have a man inside of her again, and Abi didn't know of anyone else whom she could ask to perform such a personal task.
Members of the swinger's club were a vain lot, men and women alike, and would laugh at her if she suggested the idea of one of the males pleasuring a woman of Maureen's age. Besides that concern, the idea of Maureen becoming a swinger was absurd and Tom knew that. His affection for her could now find a different and only too physical expression.
"You ladies get comfortable and then I'll get us underway."
He and Abi had perfected the roles of skippering and crewing when it concerned casting off and mooring in their allotted berth in the marina. As he waited, Tom stripped down to his swimming briefs, the cut of them leaving little for either woman to imagine and it was something that he only wore when he and Abi motored off the California coast, and once the marina and its protective wall had been left in their wake.
Both women came onto the tiny bridge clothed only in their skimpy bikinis.
"Your crew awaits instructions," Abi said and grinned even though she had already discussed with Maureen what was expected of her. The older woman stood between Tom's outstretched arms as he manoeuvred the boat and she dutifully left the bridge and scuttled to the stern to cast off that rope and then rushed to the bows as the engine roared and the boat slowly left the quayside.
Tom was already embracing Maureen with one arm around her body as the other steered the craft, Maureen reaching up to embrace his neck and surrender to whatever he said. Her bikini showcased her figure, the blue fabric with white polka dots, little more than small triangles of cloth, holding her sagging breasts. The cups were stretched over them.
Abi knew from other times, and similar situations, that Tom always found the words to coax a woman to share in what was being sought of her, and Maureen was to be no exception.
Abi called to them, even if it disturbed what Tom was already doing to Maureen to coax her into letting go of any lingering doubts on what they were, quite literally, embarking upon; to have sex while the boat rose and fell, rocked in the ocean swell and with a few other craft nearby.
"I'll steer from down here, so go into the cabin and make out you two! No one's going to disturb us."
Abi felt relaxed about what was to happen, but she thought Maureen might not be of much help to her horny man. And yet, there was always the possibility that Maureen would respond to his touches and not act like some sex toy, an unresponsive blow-up doll. She had no way of seeing where his kisses and caresses took them, and it was a shame that she could not get her voyeuristic thrills in that way.
With a smile that Tom hoped would reassure her, he embraced Maureen and lifted her into his arms like a rag doll, coaxing her to wrap her skinny legs around his waist before he kissed her, offered slow kisses to Maureen's lips as the knot fastening of her bikini top was loosened. She shifted in his embrace as it was eased off her body and Tom held it in his hands as she was carried down the short passageway and into the sleeping cabin.
"I've not been here in a long time!" she cried out, clinging to Tom fiercely as the boat rose and dipped in the ocean swell, "and so I want it all and from you!"
The erratic movements of the boat propelled them into the cabin and she fell back on the bed and her bikini top thrown on the deck at Tom's feet. She clung to his neck as his hands swept over her body before his mouth sank over her fleshy breasts, the skin lightly tanned from other times she had spent with him and Abi on a day cruise.
He wanted to satisfy the woman and wanted her to bring some new, and undiscovered pleasure, from taking a woman of her age, scrawny but undoubtedly desirable to his sight and now, how he felt. The ache in his groin was possessing him and he tore away her bikini briefs, some memory provoking Maureen to lift her hips off the bed. He trailed kisses down her thighs, and they followed the progress of her bikini.
"Show me who you are...what you have for me, Tom,!" she called out as one of her hands closed over the bulge in his swimming briefs. They were shaped like a tent and with her fingers under the rim, at his waist, they tugged them down. He stepped back from the bed, long enough to kick them away.
Then, he hungrily trailed kisses over her legs, from Maureen's ankles to her pussy, his fingers leading the way and poking gently as a means to open her.
She gasped and slid her hands over his body. "I'm slow, I know...but you have to go steady!"
Tom felt his penis throb. It was as hard as a rock and arced out from his belly. She was dry but he used a lubricant, sometimes, with Abi. He now reached over Maureen and pulled the small bottle out of the bedside drawer.
"Not yet," Maureen asked and coaxed him to kneel between her legs.
She soon fed on him greedily as Tom knelt over her, memories and instincts provoking Maureen to take him in her mouth, and she paid particular attention to the domed tip of his penis. He dared not break the rhythm she had set, or to push deeper into Maureen's mouth Jeez, it felt so different from Abi's hungry ways, whether her actions were deliberate or not.
She eased off him. "Is it good...am I pleasing you?"
"Yes, you are."
Tom leaned in and kissed her, before locking eyes with the woman who had given no sign, until now, of any sexual interest either in him or, from what Abi often told him, in any other man and for some time.
She was staring straight up at the ceiling, breathing heavily from unaccustomed excitement. Tom moved to feast on her sex. It was open to his gaze and the slow caress of his fingers. The boat rocked; all way was seemingly taken off it as Abi had throttled back. Tom leaned in and brought his mouth to her breasts, sucked each nipple into his mouth, and in time with the brush and prod of his fingers into Maureen's vagina.
