It had been a long night. The girls, Alyssa and Janet, had been almost insatiable. I lost track of how many orgasms that they had, and how many times they'd drained me. It was mid-morning, and it was getting hot already. The girls were still cleaning up dishes from breakfast, as I walked through the scrubby brush of the island, toward the swimming side of the small spit of land. I didn't expect there to be anyone here yet, other than maybe a fisherman or two.
I paused by a bush to relieve myself, which wasn't a particularly tough exercise, since the only thing I had on was my water shoes. Oh, I could have gotten dressed, but it wouldn't have done much good, since the girls would have just undressed me again, at the first opportunity. I stood and enjoyed the slight breeze blowing across my skin, while I finished what I had to do. I started toward the long shallow beach again, that light breeze at my back, picking my way through the scrubby, head high brush. I stopped dead in my tracks.
They say that a man dying of thirst in the desert will imagine water holes, and there are all sorts of mental aberrations that cause a person to imagine things that aren't there. Of course, there are also dreams, and with the way the last few days had gone, I had to check first to ensure I was awake. Of course, how does one convince himself that he is awake and the actions he's taken to ensure he isn't, aren't also part of his dream?
None the less, I stood there, my mouth hanging open, staring at what was before me. She was taking her clothing off behind a bush, well behind, from the perspective of the lake. From my perspective, she was standing right in front of me, giving me a tremendously wonderful profile view of her. Since I wasn't in her sight line, at least not yet, she moved as if I wasn't there, clearly not having noticed me.
Her long brown hair came down the middle of her back, just covering the clasps of the bra she was undoing. She pulled the bra off her shoulders and hung it on a branch in front of her, laying it on the t-shirt she had removed before I came upon her. Her breasts were at least a D and maybe a double D. Her nipples hardened in the breeze, poking out from her dark pink areola. She bent over to push her shorts down her long slender, but muscular legs, balancing carefully, as she worked each shoe covered foot out of the leg holes. She laid the shorts on top of the bra and shirt, before moving her hands to her panties. The powder blue bikini cut panties slipped easily down over her firm butt and down her legs. She was even more careful of her balance, as she worked the underwear off over her shoes.
She stopped moving, her panties in her hand, just about to set them down, and looked toward the lake. She turned to lift herself on her tip-toes to look out toward the lake, and the boat anchored in the shallow water, a number of young ladies on it, all but one of them young enough to be her daughter. She finally turned my direction. Her reaction was exactly what I would have expected. One hand moved to hold her panties over the juncture of her legs, and the other moved to cover her nipples and as much of her breasts as her arm could. Her mouth opened to say something, while anger flashed across her face. Her green eyes stared angrily at me for long seconds, but she said nothing, she just stared, like I was doing.
I don't know why she was staring at me, but I knew exactly why I was staring at her. It was the woman I'd seen the day before. I'd only gotten a glimpse of her then, but now, now I had a complete view of every inch of her, well, except for those places that were covered. While I stared, her face changed from anger, to curiosity, and then to something else altogether. She moved her hand from over her pussy, dropping the panties to the ground while her other arm moved to leave all of her exposed.
She stepped toward me, stepping around the knee-high underbrush between us, moving deliberately, her face no longer angry, but something else entirely. It was a look that I had seen many times in the last thirty-five years, on a face that was as familiar to me as my own. She stepped to me, her arms lifting to circle around my neck. "Kiss me," she whispered, as she tilted her head and pressed her lips gently to mine. I let my arms slip around her waist, as I kissed her back. She felt my rock-hard cock trapped between us, and moved her hips side to side, never breaking the long, wet, soft kiss.
When she did break the kiss, it was to step back, just far enough to push my dick down. She let it slide between her legs, the wetness of her pussy lubricating the top of my shaft, as she slipped herself along it until our thighs touched. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered, "I want you to push that sexy cock into me and make me come with it."
"Yeah," was all my muddled brain could answer. I let myself squat down a little, as I reached between us to grasp my hard-on. It didn't take much to find the perfect spot and to stand up again, knowing without a doubt that my dick would be just long enough to press against the end of her depths, while her clit pressed into the base of my cock, where it met my body. I sighed softly, as I slipped deeper and deeper into her, her moan, long and deep, slipped from her lips, only inches from mine.
"Oh, fuck yes!" she moaned, starting to rock her hips. I moved in time with her, our thighs slapping together, each time we came together, and each time we pulled apart we stopped just before my cock could slip from her. In and out we worked my hard-on, driving me deep into her. We drove into each other harder, as our orgasms built, the slapping of our thrusting bodies growing louder, as were her cries of pleasure. "FUCK YES! GOD DAMN YES! THAT'S IT! FUCK MY HOT CUNT!"
It was no surprise that before long we had an audience, several of the young ladies from the boat as well as Janet and Alyssa, not that I could see them, but the gasps of Janet and Alyssa told me everything I needed to know. I wasn't dreaming, or if I was, they were dreaming it as well. "GOD I'M COMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGG!" the woman screamed, as her pussy began to clench and spasm around me. Her motions didn't stop, but became erratic and I was left to continue slamming into her, pushing my own orgasm right to the brink.
"Shit, here I come!" I grunted to her, moments before my body jerked, and I started pumping shot, after shot into her. I held her body to mine and she laid her head on my shoulder, as she shook and trembled. We both stood there for almost a minute, before she pushed her face away and looked at me with some confusion. Confusion I'd expected after the last few days. I had no doubt what had driven her to suddenly want sex with me, no, demand sex from me. But that wasn't why I was so shocked by what I was seeing and not wanting to let go of.
She looked down at herself, almost as if she were just realizing that she was both naked and freshly fucked. She looked back up at my face as she firmly pushed against me, forcing a little space between us while I continued to hold her pelvis against mine, almost desperately. "I... Did we... I don't understand." I could see that confusion in her face, the remnants of the potion's impact clearing from her mind.
"Shit mom! Didn't expect that from you!" one of the young ladies behind her, back near the bush she had been changing behind, said. It only took a second for me to realize the resemblance of the young woman to the woman I'd just had sex with was unmistakable, as was the resemblance of my own two daughters to their mother.
The woman I was holding twisted, to look back at her daughter. I could see the side of her face turn bright pink, as she blushed in embarrassment. She moved her arms from where her hands were gripping my upper arms, to wrap around her own chest, hiding her breasts, but seemed unwilling to pull back and off my dick. "I, um, I don't know what got into me."
"Probably the same thing that's STILL in you!" the young lady said, with huge grin.
The woman in my arms blushed even brighter and looked back at my face. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to...I mean, I shouldn't have... Please, excuse me." She said abruptly, as she pulled out of my arms and off my still partly hard dick. She ran to the bush, grabbed her clothes and the one-piece suit that was there as well, and then ran past her daughter and the rest of the young ladies toward the shore. I stood there, staring at her wade through the water, toward the boat.
"Don't just stand there like an idiot! Go after her!" I heard Janet say forcefully from behind me. Then I felt a hand in my back to push me, which finally broke me from my stupor. I pushed past the small pack of girls and then ran to the shore and out into the water after her.
"Hey! Wait!" I called to her, as I ran through the water toward the boat.
She stopped at the pontoon boat, almost ready to climb the boarding ladder. She looked back at me and then down at the water, holding the wadded-up clothing over her body to cover herself. She looked up, as I got closer and looked back at me. "I'm so sorry..." She started to apologize.
"No, don't. I mean, it wasn't your fault. It was...never mind. I need to talk to you."
"Not my fault?"
"No, it isn't, but that doesn't matter. I need to talk to you." I said, as I stopped moving, standing in the water ten or so feet from her.
"Okay...can it wait, until I'm dressed?" She asked.
"If you want," I answered. She turned and tossed her clothes into the boat and then started to dress in the one-piece swim suit, pulling it on awkwardly, in the knee-deep water. "I, um, I need to know your name."
"Amanda. Amanda Stroud." She said, as she dressed.
"I guess that was your daughter? The one in the pink bikini?"
"Yeah. Julia." She said, as she worked the, now wet, material up her body.
"Um. This is going to sound weird, but what's your mother's name?"
"My mother? Why?"
"Just...please?"
"My mother is Sharon, why?"
"Oh. It was...never mind. It doesn't make sense." I said, as I started to turn to wade back to shore, my brain swirling with confusion.
"Wait," she said, quickly wading to catch me and grab my arm. "Wait, don't... I don't know why, but I don't want you to go."
"Yeah, that's not your fault either." I mumbled as I turned back to face her again, seeing her bare chest with her suit only half on. I'd seen a pair of breasts so similar to that every day for nearly thirty five years, and they still had the same effect on me now. I tried not to look embarrassed as my dick once again started to grow, my head pointing toward her crotch only a foot way.
"You keep saying that, like somehow things are your fault. How can it not be my fault for how I feel?"
"Trust me. It isn't. It doesn't matter."
"It does matter," I heard Janet say from behind me. "You see, you look exactly like his wife. Not just sorta, but EXACTLY!"
"You...um...you're married?" She asked, looking at me and then at Janet behind me and then back to me again.
"Was. She passed." I answered.
"This is going to sound weird." Janet said, wading next to me. "But you could be her twin sister."
"Twin sister? What are you talking about? I don't have a sister, twin or otherwise." Amanda said, shaking her head. And looking back and forth between Janet and me.
"Trust me, you look exactly like his late wife."
