Mario and Sarina
Mario's heart had skipped a beat when the tickets finally came in the mail. The return address just had the initials JC in the upper left corner. Jocasta Cruises: a 2-week ocean cruise for mother-son couples only. He and his mother Sarina had first heard about it from some of the other members of the incest support group they had joined a while back, about 3 months after he and Sarina had just started fucking and they were wrestling with guilt. He chuckled to think of it now. They'd stopped attending the meetings after a short while, but not before meeting some other couples who had been on the cruise. The group that was supposed to help them stop their incestuous relationship instead helped them find this honeymoon cruise. Along with the tickets came their room assignment, the schedule of everything that was in store for them like a romantic mother-son ball under the stars, and even free birth control pills from the ship's commissary if they wanted!
Mario was the eldest of Sarina's four children. Her husband had left home 5 years ago for another woman. Of virile Italian stock, Mario was dark and olive-skinned, and blessed with an unusually large cock – much larger than his younger brothers. Now 20, he had chosen to attend the local community college instead of going away to school so he could spend more time with his mother. But he and Sarina found it challenging sometimes to explore their deepening relationship while the other siblings were also at home. The idea of this trip, two whole weeks together as a couple out in the open with other couples sounded like a dream come true.
And now the day had come at last! The ship was docked at St. George's port in Bermuda, receiving passengers. As they looked at the line, they were stunned to see the diversity of all the other couples. All ages, all walks of life... and there were so many of them!
"Oh honey look, there are Mark and Marilyn from the group," Sarina said.
"Yeah, more drop outs, I guess" Mario replied. They both laughed.
"I can't wait to be alone with you honey," Sarina said to him very earnestly, looking him straight in the eye. She had made it no secret how horny she was.
In fact, they were both aroused and had been all day, their minds filled with images of fucking each other with abandon. They had even brought a camera to make a permanent video record of their incest in all its glory.
"Honey when we get to the room, let's set the camera up first thing."
"Boy, have you come a long way," Mario said smiling mischievously, "I remember the days when you were a lot shier."
The thought of recording her son fucking her day after day had her pussy damp and her heart racing already.
"Feel me," she whispered to him.
He glanced around to make sure nobody was looking, and then he put his hand under her skirt. She had no panties on.
"Oh God, mom!" Mario whispered back. He caressed her ass as Sarina repositioned her feet to take a wider stance. Mario's strong fingers quickly found her pussy lips. He caressed the crease and then parted them. His middle finger probed deeper into her flesh. Her pussy was dripping.
"Oh holy fuck, Mom... your pussy is so wet."
"It's wet for my son's cock," she said, a little more loudly now, emboldened by her growing lust. "It's wet for you to fuck it."
By now, Mario was fully erect. He quickly slipped his hand down his own pants to reposition his cock. Placing it to one side, it made an obvious bulge but at least he could walk to the agent who was checking passports.
