Daddy promised to take Momma and myself on a boating trip down to South Padre Island this past August. This was my last summer vacation before I was to go off to school in Dallas, where I was to enroll as a freshman at Texas A&M. Daddy had a law practice in Corpus Christi, where we lived and I spent all 18 years of my life. I was a Daddy's girl and he was very strict. I was very sheltered and protected. I was never allowed to do much of anything. I knew that would all change when I headed off to college. I wanted to spread my wings and really experience all that life had to offer.
Daddy held true to his promise and we set off on his 35' cabin cruiser and made the 150-mile trip down to South Padre Island at the southern tip of Texas. The weather was simply gorgeous in late August along the Gulf. It was warm and humid, but very tropical out on the ocean. Momma and I spent most of our time sunning our selves on the deck as Daddy piloted the yacht. At first we remained in sight of land, but Daddy wanted to make better time a take a more direct route by heading out into the Gulf and making it a straight shot, instead of hugging the curving coast. This turned out to be a poor choice. The trip usually took two full days, but on our third day, we had not seen land. Daddy started to head west toward to find land. He was a novice at boating and this was only his second trip going at it solo without a professional crew. This was Daddy's second error in judgement. I couldn't fault him though; he was doing this for me. It was great for him to take two weeks out of his busy schedule to spend some time with me before I went off to school and into the real world.
By mid morning on the third day, land came in sight over the western horizon. It did not look like South Padre Island though. As we came closer, we saw that the land was barren and swampy. Daddy surmised that we must have drifted too far south and we were in Mexican waters. Daddy was afraid to lose his boat to Mexican authorities, if he were caught. He changed his heading due north. That day I was lying out on the deck sunning myself in my white bikini. It was not a thong or a string bikini, I mean come on, I was with my Dad, but it was still very flimsy and it showed a lot of my hot, firm, young body. I am a petite girl, only 5'-4", 110 pounds, with long sandy brown hair streaked with blond highlights. My breast are small, 34Bs, but they were firm and perky. My pale skin had become a nice golden brown by all the sunbathing I was doing this summer.
Momma was looking pretty good too. She was 42 years old, but she could easily pass for a woman ten years younger. She was a medium sized woman with reddish brown hair that was cut just above her shoulders. Her breasts were a heaping 38DD. I envied her and hoped my boobs would develop and get as big. She got a great tan as well and it complimented her voluptuous body nicely. Momma was not plump by any means, but she was no waif either. She had a slight paunch over her sexy bikini bottoms, but other then that, she was perfect. She wore a string bikini with a fiery red and yellow swirl design. Her massive boobs were overflowing her bikini top. She definitely would put my girlfriend's mothers to shame. Daddy seemed to be a bit uptight as we paraded around the deck in our skimpy bikinis.
"It's a damn good thing we're out at sea and no one can see you two out in the open like this." He would say, " Look at you two running around here nearly naked!"
"Oh Daddy." I purred, "You are so old fashioned, this is mild compared to what all the other girls are wearing these days. Besides, don't Momma look beautiful?"
"But you ain't all the other girls. You are my daughter and wife for crying out loud!"
"Well look at you there." Momma said, "You're making a spectacle of yourself in those little Speedo's you got on there Ray. Daddy had on a pair of navy blue Speedos and a tank top. At 5'-10" and 215 pounds, he look as if he were stuffed into them. He was 48 years old, but he looked like he was in his late 50s. His work has taken its toll on him. His blond hair and gone prematurely gray and his body had become soft and pudgy. He was still handsome though with his strong chin and rugged looks. Momma and me laughed as Daddy scoffed and stormed off below deck to make a sandwich.
Around noon, Daddy noticed a boat to our starboard side. He pointed it out to us and his face showed some concern. It was about 10 miles out. It was drawing closer to us at a quick pace. It had a powerful motor, but the boat slowed as it came within three miles out. The boat just paced us for a while, maintaining its slowed pace. Men were watching us with binoculars. Initially Daddy thought it was a group of horny guys engaging in a little voyeurism, checking out the hot looking women on his boat. But then Daddy feared that it was Federales or the Mexican Coast Guard monitoring us. They must have figured we got lost and then corrected our course. They just wanted to make sure we were leaving.
"Lee Ann, why don't you and Darlene go below and put on some clothes." Daddy said to Momma. He wanted us to go below and get out of sight. Momma told Daddy to relax that he was just overreacting. We remained on deck sunning ourselves. Daddy kept a wary eye on the strange boat in the distance. He looked worried. Our boat was not as fast as the other one, he thought.
After pacing us for a half-hour, the boat raced for us at a leading angle as if it were going to cut us off. Daddy tried desperately to gun the engine and make it toward shore. The boat circled us rapidly twice and then came up behind us. It slowed and pulled along side of Daddy's boat.
"Alto! Stop your boat Senior" A young handsome Latino man in his 30s ordered. There were six other men on the boat. They were not in uniform, but they carried machine guns and rifles. They looked ominous and definitely unfriendly.
"I am sorry." Daddy said, "I am afraid I got lost and drifted into Mexican waters on accident. I am just heading back now."
"Stop your boat now and drop your anchor!" The man shouted impatiently.
"But you see..." Daddy was cut off by a deafening burst of machine gun fire that was directed over our bow. Daddy knew that these men meant business and there was no room negotiation or explanation. Daddy stopped the engine and dropped anchor as the men boarded our boat.
The men corralled us on the deck at the stern of our boat. Two men grabbed Daddy by the arms and flung him around. They handcuffed his hands behind him.
"Hey! What's all this for?" Daddy demanded. But he was met with a slap to the back of his head and a jab in stomach with the butt of a rifle. He doubled over and struggled for a breath of air.
"Daddy!" I cried out.
"Callate cabron!" The man in his 30's shouted for Daddy to shut up. The man was tall, dark, and lean. He had short black curly hair. He wore black pants and a purple silk shirt that was open at the chest. He was adorned with multiple gold necklaces and rings. He was no Federale. He must have been a man of wealth and power. He was the leader of this motley mob of seafaring thugs.
Then two men grabbed Momma and tied her wrists together behind her back with a thin yellow nylon rope.