The weekend ends! Three lives have been changed. This is the final chapter in the sexual evolution of the Favreau family
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Perhaps we'll revisit them later in their new lives
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Forbidden Love -part 3
Allen steered the houseboat upriver, carefully staying within the channel markers. The last days of the Favreau family's houseboat vacation were today and tonight. Tomorrow they would turn the houseboat in at the marina, get in the family car and return to their ordinary lives. What started as a prosaic family weekend trip became a life-altering event for the family, especially Allen and his mother, Susan.
Mother and son became adventurous and kinky lovers, indulging their wildest fantasies. It started with them entering into an incestuous relationship in a tent on the beach. It continued with Susan surrendering to her son's dominance and engaging in public sex. A wild party on a stranger's houseboat allowed Allen to fuck a mother and daughter and Susan to engage in an impromptu bisexual threesome.
Even her staid husband, fueled by alcohol and marijuana, became an unwitting part of his family's sexual liberation. Susan was more aggressive sexually but less demanding of him because of her son's sexual prowess. His family achieved this dichotomy because their son, Allen, opened his mother up to a more liberating lifestyle by asserting the dominance she always wanted.
Susan and Allen Favreau were not only lovers but deeply into a profound D/s relationship. Susan was always a natural submissive and urged her husband to dominate her. They experimented with tieing her up and punishment/reward roleplays.
Craig tried to indulge his wife's sexual fantasies but was uncomfortable with the concept of domination and submission with restraints and pain as a routine part of their sex life. Besides, the more he did, the more she wanted him to do.
Their son Allen's sex education was fueled and enhanced by what he saw online. Like any eighteen-year-old boy, he masturbated to the pictures and videos of mature women having sex with young men. He routinely substituted his mother for the women in the videos.
When he stumbled on images of mature women being dominated by younger men, it created his fantasy about dominating his mother. He imagined her willingly and eagerly submitting to his advances and doing all the kinky things he saw the 'mothers' do online. It was a fantasy he never thought he would realize. When he finally did, he was like a kid in a candy store. The more his mother submitted to him, the more he wanted her to do.
Susan's inhibitions toppled like trees in a tornado as actual deeds expanded her son's fantasy world. What started for Susan as marijuana and alcohol-induced seduction became a life-altering event.
Susan was nude on the upper deck, working on the tan she promised herself she would get on the first day of their river cruise. The previous days were liberating, and she was now comfortable sunbathing nude. So much had changed!
Her son, Allen, became the Dominant she always pleaded with her husband-to-be. She existed to please him. She still loved her husband, but her son completed her sexually.
Craig stumbled up the ladder to the upper deck where his wife was sunbathing. He had slept for hours after they left the party island. He was a staid office manager for a prominent accounting firm. It was uncharacteristic for him to overindulge in anything, especially alcohol and drugs.
He was concerned that his overindulgence had him hallucinating. He suspected it was something in the marijuana or the THC tonic he had on Tommy's luxurious houseboat.
He had a fuzzy memory of his wife lying on a lounger while Tommy's wife Karen licked her pussy, and the musclebound freak, he thought his name was Abel, sucked Susan's tit. He vaguely recalled watching while washing down a handful of THC-laced chocolates with the potent marijuana tonic.
The scene was like an out-of-focus movie with overly bright colors and ear-splitting heavy metal music. Craig pushed his shorts down and stroked his rigid cock watching his wife writhe on the lounger.
He recalled cumming on the highly polished teakwood deck. The scene faded after he orgasmed, and his next recollection was walking down the pier with his wife and son.
He had another hallucinatory memory of his wife and son having sex in the bed beside him. He knew this was an impossibility. His family was the typical upper-middle-class Midwesterners. In their town, they attended church, belonged to the proper clubs, and were considered pillars of the community.
Extramarital sex, let alone incest, just was not done!
He intended to confront Tommy, the owner of the houseboat they went to the party on, about lacing the marijuana with hallucinogens.
He stopped, stunned, when he saw his wife lying nude on her belly sunbathing.
"Jesus Christ, Susan, have you completely lost it? Put some clothes on! Our son is right down this ladder.
"Chill, Craig! He has his hands full piloting the boat. There's no way he could come up here and see me."
And, she thought, I undressed in the wheelhouse after sucking him off. So he has already seen me naked
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"Susan, it's the impropriety of the whole thing! Other boats are plying the same channel we are in. What if they see you?"
"Craig, no one can see me lying up here! Stop worrying and put some tanning lotion on me!"
Craig hesitated. Earlier in their trip, he had his son apply the tanning lotion. Unbeknownst to him, that action triggered all that had happened since! Then he didn't want to touch his wife's corpulent body. He was unsure why but now saw her as curvy rather than overweight. Also, she seemed to radiate a sexuality he had never experienced before.
Her skin seemed to glow with a new vitality, and when she walked, her hips had a sensual sway that he had never seen. It was like she was a new woman!
He knelt beside her, eyed her deliciously round bubble butt, and impulsively slapped her ass.
"OUCH! What has gotten into you," Susan exclaimed.
Susan instinctively shrank away when her husband spanked her. However, as a thrill shot through her body, she ground her Mons into the towel she was lying on. Her pussy moistened as she associated having her butt spanked with sex with her son.
"Can't A husband play with his wife's butt?"
Craig stroked her sweaty chocolate globes, recalling the days of rampant sex they had in their younger days. They were younger and slimmer then. Part of their pillow talk was experimenting sexually. Having kids added weight and responsibility and ended the pursuit of their sexual fantasies.
It was just as well, Craig thought. A man in his position needed to maintain a certain decorum. He shuddered when he recalled the kinky things they discussed and the negative impact they could have had on his career if pursued, and they were found out!
He picked up the lotion, straddled her, and squirted a stream of the tanning lotion on her back.
"Oh! That's cold," Susan said, wriggling her behind and feeling Craig's cock settle into her butt crack.
She relaxed as her husband slathered the liquid over her body. His hands felt soothing and reminded her of that day Allen was doing the same thing. She recalled his hands sliding up her body and touching the sides of her breast. She remembered her son's hands between her legs bumping against her Mons. It was so deliciously wicked!
Suddenly she realized her husband was following the same path, only more aggressively than her son had that day. Craig was fingering her while dry-humping her.
"Craig, what are you up to, honey?"
