All characters in this story are over 18.
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That third day of their ocean cruise, that night, and the fourth day they were just a couple on holiday. They got into a routine of late drinks at Sandy's Bar - their name for it, since they couldn't ever remember the pretentious French-sounding title it had officially.
Apart from hugs and kisses, they just enjoyed the cruise. It was as if neither had any urgency now. Neither was going anywhere, nor giving up what they'd found. And besides, as Louise said to him in a quiet moment: "My cunt's all worn out and needs a rest."
"Oh, I never heard you use that word before."
"We have a lot of firsts together, you and I."
"True that."
Yes, my son, but there's still one first I want to share with you. But how do you just say to your son 'hey, baby, will you fuck me in the ass?' But then, I suppose it's not a big leap from him sticking his finger in there... that's it. I'll let him know how good that felt, and then, well, we'll see.
They sipped cocktails on the afterdeck and watched the wake stretch back into the distance. At the other end of that effervescent snake was normal life. Where they were mother and son in public, not just in bed.
On the fourth night, Joey came back from the movies. He didn't know where Louise was, and burst into the bathroom to piss urgently. She sat there, naked, on the toilet and instinctively covered up until she saw it was him.
"Oh, sorry mum. I'm busting. Um, I'll wait..."
He heard her tinkle hit the water. He was mentally leaving the room, in reality he was rooted to the spot. The tinkle stopped. Joey looked at her. She had that wicked grin, yet again. Her thighs parted, she looked between them and let another tinkle out, stopped it, then looked back at Joey.
"I already told you, honey. Anything you want to do. Feel. Or
see."
So he stood before her, knelt, and looked between her legs.
Mum's gonna pee for me. I always wanted...
The tinkle started, he saw her stream, then it increased and her heard it hiss too. Her pee splashed into the water, splattered against the bowl, for ten seconds or so and then flittered to drips. She took tissues, wiped, and stood.
"Did you enjoy that, baby?"
"Yeah. Not, y'know, erotic but cool. Not cool, hot, I suppose. Because it was you."
She giggled, acknowledging their discussion of a little while ago. They'd decided incest was so attractive to them because it was forbidden, taboo. Their highs would be less so with somebody else. Which is why nobody else fascinated them like they did each other.
"So?"
"Huh?"
"You were bursting, remember?"
He grinned. "You wanna hold it?"
"Can I?"
"Anything, for each other, that's what we said."
So Louise held her son's cock, gingerly, not knowing how, while he pissed long and hard into the bowl. She played it around, aimed it, splattered a bit on the seat. "Oh, now I understand why guys miss the bowl so often!"
It was a game, intimate if not arousing. It was part of them fully knowing each other. No limits, no secrets.
They'd had sex a couple of times but now it was more spontaneous, no longer desperate or urgent. It was the exact middle of the cruise, tropical, warm days giving way to balmy nights on deck. In their airconditioned cabin, they rarely bothered with much clothing.
Apart from the practicality of it, it meant they were both acutely aware of each other's bodies most of the time.
They'd been to Sandy's Bar, as usual, and Sandy had flirted with him, as usual. But on that night, Joey was reserved, almost shy. Louise was his mother and knew his moods. So she asked him.
"Come on, honey. Spill it. What's on your mind?"
"Sex."
"Uh Huh. When isn't it?"
"Yeah. But. Seriously, can I really ask you anything?"
"I've told you. Heck, I've
shown
you. Anything."
"Well, I understand if you don't want to, cos it's kinda weird, and I mean I know some people..."
"You want to fuck my ass, is that it?"
"What? Holy fuck! How did you...?"
"Not so hard to figure out, baby. We've done everything else. And by the way, the answer is yes. I'd like to try."
"Try?"
"Never done that before."
"Really? Wow. Oh wait. I get to take your virginity, sort of!"
"Yes, baby. So, you wanna just stick it up my bum right now, or...?"
"Yeah, not really sexy like this, is it. But just you wait, Louise honey. Just you wait."
Having crossed the last mental hurdle, they relaxed with each other and watched a pay movie. Louise yawned, stretched when it was over, and made Joey yawn too. So they brushed their teeth and snuggled naked, as usual, next to each other.
They kissed goodnight and eventually drifted to sleep.
Louise woke first, needing the toilet. When she came back, the bedside clock told her it was 6:04 am. She smiled to herself when she remembered being woken into erotic raptures from a deep sleep by her son's fingers and mouth. She lifted the single cover off his naked body gently. He was on his back, arms beside himself, one leg bent and the other straight. His soft cock lay against his thigh. Perfect.
Louise crept over the bed, knelt beside him and bent low. She licked her son's glans, around the tip, barely touching it. She kissed, licked, nibbled the end and watched in delight as it slowly stirred. Joey breathed and sighed, but didn't wake up.
In his dream, he was about to take the penalty which could win the game. But something was compelling him to the dressing room. In that weird way that dreams have, suddenly he was on the massage bench, alone except for - what? A feather touch on his penis. And another. A mouth? Why here? Oh, it was a nice feeling. It felt like... But it couldn't be. Not here in the changing rooms. But that touch, just then, it was... wet. Like when his mum... His mum...
Louise saw him stir, felt his cock stiffen fully to fill her mouth. Now she sucked in earnest, just her mouth, no hands. He breathed more deeply, through his nose at first, then sucked air in through his mouth.
Oh my. It's just like when mum sucks my cock. I didn't think anybody else would be so... But who is she? I can't see her. She's a stranger, and yet I'm gonna cum in her mouth. Soon.
Joey's brain unfurled the wraps of his dream and he stumbled towards wakefulness. Part way, he could not tell if he was wake or dreaming, until - yes. This felt like it was real. It was a mouth. It had to be...
His eyes opened groggily, looked down, and saw his mother's lovely eyes smiling back. Sure enough, she was sucking his cock, and in an instant he knew he was going to blow.
Just as his mind accepted that he was awake, it faded out to oblivion momentarily as his semen erupted from his loins into the wet chamber of the loving mouth around his cock. It was short but intense, over in just seconds. His senses cleared in time for him to look down to see and hear his mother slurp his cum off the end of his cock, a definite gulping motion confirming she'd swallowed it.
"You magnificent, horny, sexy fucking hussy!"
"Thought you'd enjoy that."
"I did. Very much. Not sure if I scored, though."
"What?"
