Everyone having sex is at least 18. This is fiction, I made it all up. Warning: this is a self-edited story. I do use Grammarly to help reduce my ability to murder the English language. Special thanks to goducks1 for his help.
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Chapter 6 - Island Excursion
The next morning Sara still has her hands on my breasts and she is tweaking my nipples. They are rock hard and throbbing. I hear a bed squeaking. Neighbors at this hour, that's impressive. As I am waking up and am more in tune with my senses, it's not the neighbors. NO FUCKING WAY!
My eyes go wide open, my rage burns bright, and my mom is bouncing on top of John. He looks groggy still, like he too just woke up. Sara whispers "Shush" in my ear. John has his morning wood and mom is fucking him. I can't tell if he is awake or not. She is bobbing up and down on his tool and she loves it.
She has a slow easy fucking going. Like John, she is in no rush and is enjoying the journey. She isn't moving much so John may well be asleep still. I have a perfect view of them and mom is not looking my way. Shit. That motherly intuition kicked in and she just looked over at me.
Normally mom would be furious and scream at me. Not so this time. She seems to be in a stupor and is giggling. She could care less that I am watching. Sara reaches a hand around and into my slit. She is finger fucking me at the same rate as mom and John are. That's where the similarities end.
Mom is fucking a flagpole, I have a single slim finger in me. I see John's hands moving now and his eyes are fluttering. He is waking up. He does a double take and then grins.
John asks in a groggy voice, "Last night was too much for you?"
Mom can't talk, she nods her head yes. She picks up the pace significantly. There is no need to hold back any longer. She has needs that need fulfilling. She is taking what she needs and John surrenders to her. He seems perfectly OK with that. She is her son, how can she do that?
Mom doesn't exercise like this. She is slowing down. John grabs her and pulls her close. He rolls them over and then sets her in doggie style. He mounts her and starts slamming into her hard at a quick pace. John just treated her like a rag doll. She has no defense against him but then, she didn't put up any fight. She was his to do as he pleased, and he is pleasing both. Mom looks way too pleased with herself.
My jealous streak kicked in and I want to kill mom. I really don't know why. They are both adults. They are not hurting me. For the first time in forever, mom looks happy. I should be happy for her. Instead, I am jealous because it's not me he is pounding. Sara can, mom shouldn't, I can't. I want to.
Before my eyes, mom screams and John thrusts hard and holds as each rope of cum pumps into our mother. She looks around like she got away with it. She didn't.
I was way too harsh, "You evil bitch, you will burn in hell for eternity."
I quickly threw on a sundress and ran out of the room with tears running down my eyes. A walk out on the deck, enjoy the sun, and the fresh air. I feel better. I walk inside and there is a breakfast buffet and a bar. Just what I need, a Mimosa and scrambled eggs.
Almost immediately after I sit down John sits down across from me smiling.
I am mad again, "How the hell did you find me so quickly?"
John laughs, "I asked the crew if they knew where my girlfriend was. See those three guys, they turned you in."
I look at them with steely eyes and they smile and wave at me. John shoves me.
John is almost laughing, "You need to lighten up. You are on vacation. Hell, even Rachael is having fun and that hasn't happened in twenty years."
Straight-faced, "Yeah, I saw the whole thing this morning. I don't mind you fucking Sara but mo ... Rachael, that's going too far."
John looks deep into my eyes, leans forward and says, "Don't you think deep down that is exactly what she needed? He abused and cheated on her. He subjected her to all kinds of humiliation. Then she has no money, no husband, two kids to raise, a crappy job, no education, and guilt for allowing it to happen.
"Why do you think I am here? To spend quality time with two people that gave me the best childhood a kid could have? Well, except for nearly killing me. Hell no. I thought that I could help you two have fun and lead a normal life. I am doing fine, I don't need this shit. I can go away and have a wonderful life anytime. Can you say the same?"
He stood up and walked off quickly.
I finished eating, although I didn't feel like eating much now. I walk up to the three guys that waved earlier.
I ask, "Excuse me. When John is frustrated or sad where does he go?"
One of the guys laughs at me, "He goes up into the crow's nest. It's at the topmast above the bridge. It's scary up there. I have a better idea. We are docking in two hours at that island. "He points at an island in the distance. "There is much to do there, but I guarantee you he will be playing beach volleyball. There is nothing and I mean nothing, that will stop him from playing. Never bet against him, he is terrific. I saw him lose to two Olympic players, but he was the best player on the beach. His partner wasn't up to the task and they abused the partner causing him to lose."
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