Forbidden Love- Part 2
Chapter 01
The Favreau family strolled down the pier between the rows of docked pleasure boats. Some were large enough to have parties on their decks. The music blared, and scantily clad women of all ages gyrated on the decks.
Allen was on sensory overload. He had never seen this much female skin in his 18 years. His mother's bikini on the trip was modest compared to some he saw. Some were monokinis, little more than bottoms with straps barely covering the nipples. Other women were topless, parading on the boats and the docks.
It was a visual feast for a boy whose mother's titties were the first ones he saw other than the ones he saw on the Internet. His head snapped side to side, overwhelmed by the many sizes and types of breasts.
Susan walked behind her son, holding her husband's hand. When she and Craig decided to include their son on this weekend boat trip, they knew it was for adults only. They rationalized he was a mature 18-year-old and could handle the adult atmosphere.
She never suspected that he would become her lover on the cruise or that she was jealous of how much attention he was giving the partially clad hussies. It was strange to be walking, holding your husband's hand while your son/master walked before you, ogling other women.
Twenty-four hours ago, she was an overweight menopausal housewife with three children and a husband she loved. She always knew she had a submissive streak and encouraged her reluctant husband to exploit it.
Instead, her inexperienced, virginal son had assumed the role of her master. It was crazy, dangerous, and inappropriate. Yet here she was, watching his tight buns in his swimsuit, imagining what he might have her do.
She got wet thinking back on the trip so far.
Allen had literally drug her by her ankle back into the tent and fucked her. She recalled her initial shock at the size of his cock, his forwardness, and the lust she felt when he pinned her hands above her hand and took her. Susan hadn't cum that hard in years!
Allen then reinforced his domination by having her stand naked next to him while he piloted the boat and made her help tie up the houseboat, all while buck naked! She was so wet that her juices coated her thighs.
Susan stunned her husband Craig when she chose to wear a floral romper that was so brief it was little more than an adult onesie. Braless, her giant jugs swung gently as they walked. Behind her, men whistled as her rump jiggled.
"Like Jello on springs," yelled some yahoo from a boat while his friends whistled and clapped.
Susan blushed under her freckles, enjoying the attention. She was thrilled when her son turned and winked at her. She interpreted his wink as an acknowledgment of her sexiness. A quick visual survey showed that, while the anorexic beach bunnies were amply represented, there were equal numbers of mature full figured women like her.
"Wow! This place is wild," Craig said, marveling at the seemingly limitless expanses of female flesh and exposed tits.
"Maybe too wild for Allen. After all, he just turned 18 last month. It may have been a bad idea to expose him to all this."
"Nonsense! Don't baby the boy, Susan! He's legally and physically a man. With that swimmer's physique, he might get lucky!
"Get lucky? What are you...! Oh!"
Susan realized where her husband was coming from. Some of the beach bunnies were blatantly calling Allen to join their parties. She had to shoo him along when he stopped to chat with a few who looked about his age.
Less than 24 hours since she and her son consummated their relationship, she had competition. She simultaneously experienced a mother's protectiveness and a lover's jealousy. These hussies wanted to fuck her son, her lover.
The mother in her was concerned about unprotected sex with anonymous women. The lover saw the competition was stiff; she would have to up her game to compete.
The club was open air with a thatched roof held up by strategically placed polls. The bar was in the center with a dance floor around it. Beyond that was a beach that ran along the riverbank. It was wall-to-wall people.
"Mom, Dad, I'm going to grab a beer and walk around."
"No, you don't, young man!"
"Why, Momma? I'm legal in this state."
"Stop being a mother hen! Go ahead, son! We're going to check out the buffet."
It wasn't the beer Susan was worried about. She realized she had awakened a sexual monster. Alone she knew he would meet and probably fuck one of the anonymous women who flirted with him.
"Go ahead, Craig! I'll catch up! Allen, just a moment."
Craig ruefully shook his head as he snaked his way through the press of people to the buffet. Susan had to let go. Allen was grown, and if he got a little stray pussy, so be it!
"What's up, momma?"
Allen's head was on a swivel as he eyed the women parading around the pavilion. Some of them smiled lasciviously as they walked past.
The music was so loud that Allen and Susan had to stand close and lean their heads in to talk.
"Remember what we discussed."
"You mean about having sex on the beach and maybe swapping with another couple? How could I forget!"
"Yes, I know we talked about that. But I'm concerned that you might...! OH!"
Susan jumped and grabbed her behind when her son smacked it. Allen leaned close to be heard over the music and grabbed his mother's ass. He squeezed it, kneading it like a baker kneading dough.
"Momma, if I can get some strange pussy, I will! That has nothing to do with what you and I have."
"I was concerned that...! I don't know..!"
Allen pulled his mother onto the dance floor. He pulled her to him, and they did little more than rock back and forth, their bodies grinding against each other.
"Momma, if I get lucky, it won't adversely affect what we have."
Allen slapped her ass twice in quick succession.
"You and this amazing ass are mine!"
Susan accepted what her son said just as she accepted the duality of being his mother and his submissive.
Allen grabbed her hand and pulled her from the pavilion onto the beach. The music faded as they walked away.
"I shouldn't go too far. Your father is probably waiting for me at the buffet."
They were in a relatively people-free area of the beach. Low scruffy trees lined the area just behind the beach.
Allen pushed his mother against a tree and kissed her deeply. He kneaded her behind and exposed her ass cheeks when he pulled the romper legs up. Their bodies were plastered together, and their tongues dueled as they kissed.
Breathless, Susan broke the kiss. With her arms around his neck and his hands cupping her ass, she leaned back and looked into his startling grey eyes.
"Allen," Susan giggled, " You're exposing my ass!"
"Did you like how the men on the pier flirted with you?"
"Yes, I did!"
"Imagine what they would do if you lower the top and go topless?"
"Oh my God! Do you want me to?"
Susan's stomach somersaulted. The thought of behaving at her son's whim excited her. If Allen wanted her to go topless, she would.
"Yes, I want you to go topless to show off the best set of tits on the river."
Susan wanted to do it for Allen to show her total faith and commitment to their D/s relationship. She wanted someone to dominate her all her life, to make her do all the naughty things she fantasized about. Craig was, at best, a reluctant Dom!
"I'll do it if you want! I'll do whatever you want. I'm confused about who we are and what we are to each other!"
"I'm Allen. You're Susan! You are my mother and the best piece of ass in the world! Unzip your romper."
Susan grabbed the zipper behind her and pulled it halfway down. She pushed the top off her shoulders, exposing her breasts.
Allen leaned down and took a turgid nipple into his mouth.
"Oh God, that feels good! But your father...!"
"In the unlikely event that the buffet runs out of food and the bar out of booze, we'll worry about dad then. "
Susan finished unzipping the romper. The top dropped around her waist. Only her ass prevented it from falling to the sand.
"What if someone sees us?
She was beginning to understand that the fear gripping her was part of the excitement. When she and her husband played in their bedroom, there was excitement in being restrained, but there was no risk. Craig was outraged when she suggested bringing a third person in while she was tied up and masked.
"Momma, I love your tits!"
Susan grasped her son's head when he took a nipple in his mouth. She smiled over his head as other people strolled by. Some frowned but most smiled.
"I'm yours, baby! Mommy is yours!"
"Take off your romper," Allen ordered.
He was not drunk with power, not yet! But he reveled in exerting his control.
Susan pushed the romper to the ground and stepped out of it. She looked around nervously. People were everywhere. Only the darkness and the scruffy trees prevented them from being seen.
"Lean against the tree," Allen ordered, " if someone sees us, smile and wave. If they stop, we'll invite them to join us!"
"Oh my God! I'm terrified! And I'm so wet I can almost hear the sloshing!"
Allen's cock sprang up as though it were spring-loaded when he took off his swim trunks. He moved closer to his mother, embraced her from behind, and rubbed his cock up and down between her plump ass cheeks.
"Oh, Allen, I'm so turned on and scared!"
The duality of being in a D/s, Domination, and submission relationship with her son was overwhelming. She wanted to please him, to do whatever he wanted her to do. She also knew she had to trust him, trust that he would not take their relationship too far.
She wasn't sure what their limits, if any, were. She hoped one of them would recognize them before they were irretrievably past.
Susan groaned when her son's cock slipped effortlessly into her dripping hole. Perfunctorily she glanced around, looking to see if someone was watching. As the indescribable sensations of her son's cock filling her pussy permeated her body, she thrust back, taking him deeper.
Allen experienced a feeling of otherness, as though all of this were happening to someone else. Was he living his dream of fucking his mother? He never imagined she would be naked, leaning against a tree on a public beach fucking him! He wanted to pinch himself to be sure he wasn't dreaming.
"Oh, baby! Your Momma is so scared and so turned on!"
"Concentrate on fucking your son. If someone sees us, I want you to smile and wave!"
Allen was also scared and excited. The power he exerted over his mother was intoxicating. The more they did, the more he wanted them to do. His mother was doing whatever he told her. Her protests were superficial, weak, and unconvincing.
All he knew about being a Dom was what he saw on the Internet. He knew it was more of a partnership than a master/slave relationship. His mother wanted to be controlled and tacitly gave her permission by submitting to him.
"Oh my lord, you feel so good in me!"
"Say I like the way my son fucks me!"
Allen roughly slapped her ass, causing Susan to moan and increase the pace of her hips pumping back.
They could hear the music in the distance. People walked by on the beach, but Susan was living her fantasy. She was a sub, living only to please her master. She gripped the tree as she met her son's thrust.
