New Years Eve
It was set to be the cruise of a lifetime. Certainly for my parents that is. A well earned vacation to mark and coincide with their 30th wedding anniversary. Tagging along; for my wife Brittany and I, it was less celebration, more resignation. Nearing our tenth long year together we both privately viewed it as a last gasp at saving our marriage; a fortnight cruising the beauty of the South Pacific in the hope of finding the kindling that would re-ignite a fading fire.
Mom and Dad had spared no expense of course. An Executive Suite on the Madre del Mar's final pacific voyage. Brittany and I had forensically studied the best and most cost effective options available for us travelling on the same ship, and settled on a cabin with balcony the deck below my parents. Similarly furnished yet providing few of the luxuries Mom and Dad would be admittedly paying through the nose for.
We flew into Sydney to meet up with my parents New Years eve, a day before departure. Mom and Dad having spent the previous two weeks touring the land Down Under seemed overly thrilled at our arrival and I wondered if they hadn't grown weary of each other's presence. A poor time for it to happen on the eve of a long journey at sea, I mused.
"Isn't it wonderful!?" Mom enthused as she came back out onto the balcony holding two glasses of champagne.
Dad had his bare feet resting on the balcony rail laying back on a deck chair and looked over his shoulder as Mom passed me a glass. "What Gwen?" He asked. "The view or the complimentary alcohol?"
Mom laughed and clinked her glass against mine. Standing behind me as I reclined in a deck chair she rested a hand on my shoulder and I looked up into her face. "You do realize you're paying for it in your fare."
"Well that's the beauty of having you and Brittany along," Mom countered as she left me and moved to the balcony alongside my wife. Britt turned and with her elbows resting on the rail, Mom slipped an arm around the small of her back. "You can both charge your drinks to our room. Even the four of us, we'll never go through the limit."
"Are you sure about that Love?" Dad chimed in. "That's the second bottle of champagne you've opened already."
"It's not champagne," Mom replied. "It's Australian sparkling. And it's delicious! And to answer your earlier question, I was talking about the view anyway."
A gust of wind swept across the deck and with my eyes currently on Mom and my wife it was impossible not to notice the breezes effect. Both of the women wearing dresses, Brittany in a black maxi and Mom a horizontal striped knee length, the wind pressed the material to their bodies, highlighting the curves of breast, belly and most noticeably, the bulge of pussies.
Now I wasn't one to normally stare at my own mother's groin but with the security of wearing reflective sunglasses and her close proximity to my wife I felt it understandable that I would chance a look. The pronounced lump, the hint of her crevice below the mound. The wind changed and allowed their clothing to return to its natural position but left me in a surprising state of arousal. "Hey Britt," I stated, rising from my chair. "Fancy a walk around the ship?"
She drowned the last of her glass of bourbon and extracted herself from my mom's grip. "Oh Gwendolyn, you have to come down and see our cabin. Our entire floor plan could fit inside your bathroom!" She laughed and took my hand as I likewise finished my glass.
"When, now?" Mom asked.
"Mom," I quickly replied. "We have weeks, it can wait." My 'walk around the ship' suggestion had been a ruse. I was horny as hell and wanted to get Brittany back to our cabin. Failing marriage or not, we were still fucking and the sight of her pussy pressed tight against her dress had me hungry for more.
Outside my parent's room I wrapped my arm around Brittany's waist as we walked to the elevator, caressing her hip. "Are you wearing panties?" I whispered as I struggled to feel a pantyline.
She nestled her face into my neck, the smell of the bourbon on her breath as she kissed my jaw. "You'll just have to find out!" She giggled as the elevator doors closed behind us. She pressed the button for our level and I figured she knew our 'walk' would begin in our bed.
Stroking her ass I strangely wondered if my mother had noticed Brittany's lack of underwear as well? The thought exciting me for some reason before the elevator shuddered to an abrupt halt between floors and brought me back into the real world.
"Oh don't tell me," I moaned as I reluctantly removed a hand from my wife's ass to press the emergency button. We'd already had problems with the electronic door key to our cabin and this was the last thing I needed. Thankfully without any assistance needed, the elevator burst into life again and the doors opened on our floor but I made a mental note to avoid it in future.
It must have been the excitement of the trip; the southern hemisphere summer; the alcohol. Whatever it was, Brittany and I had the best fuck we'd had in months. Dirty talking, she'd even hinted at the prospect of anal in the future and I was feeling on top of the world. How could things get any better, I wondered? We showered and as the evening drew on we walked out onto our own smaller balcony to look at the city. The ship was moored right in the heart of Sydney. Looking out it felt we were simply in a high priced hotel as opposed to being on the water, such was the height of our vantage. I leaned against our balcony's railing and looked up to the rail above. Mom and Dad's suite was on the highest level and was set back from the other cabins, even so I couldn't see them on the balcony.
"Hey, you up there?" I called.
Brittany slapped me on the arm. "What are you doing?"
"What? I just thought they could pass us down a bottle of that wine!" I explained.
"Well they're not going to hear you from down here. You could just call their room."
It was only a few seconds later that my father, shirtless and adjusting his shorts peered over the edge and looked down upon us. "Your mother thought she heard something. Hello."
Dad had obviously made the most of his time in Australia, his skin darkly tanned. It wasn't often I saw him without a shirt on and It wasn't something I wanted to stare at much longer. He looked back over his shoulder after I asked him about dropping down a bottle of bubbles and my mother appeared alongside him. She was no longer wearing the striped dress, in the process of tying a short robe around herself as she looked over smiling.
"Oh goodness," she smiled. "You're right below us!"
"You knew that Gwen," Dad stated.
She looked at him. "Yes but I didn't think they'd be exactly below us."
"It was the room we suggested.." Dad countered.
I could see their conversation was headed nowhere and butted in to break up the inane debate. "So have you got another bottle?"
As I asked the question, my old friend the summer breeze again payed a visit. With Mom's hands firmly holding the railing she could do nothing about preventing the wind blowing up her robe. It flapped the front at first, exposing her upper thigh but then the real show began. As I looked up, my position allowing me to see her entire body from above her knees upwards, her white satin robe lifted. At first, that she wasn't wearing underwear wasn't entirely apparent. Flesh colored, my brain told itself. But as my eyes unwittingly focussed on her crotch, I could see her vagina. The complete absence of pubic hair is probably what threw me. How long it was exposed was difficult to say. No more than a second I supposed but it was enough time to take it in. The tops of her thighs, the line of her slit, even the darker area further back. My mother's asshole, hidden between the curve of her buttocks.
"Ooh!" Mom squealed as her hands went down to cover her nudity, pressing the satin firmly between her legs. From the distance, at least ten feet above us I could see her blush and felt my own face redden. She moved back out of sight and I thought she'd gone to put on clothing before she reappeared holding a bottle. She handed it to my father and he knelt down to pass it through the railing. The perfect crime, I received the bounty and entered the cabin again with Britt.
"Did you see that?" Brittany laughed as I fetched glasses from the cabinet.
"I'm trying to forget it!" I grinned, opening the bottle.
"Well there's no prize for guessing what your parents have been up to!" She joked, falling onto our bed. She allowed her dress to fall to her pelvis, exposing her own pussy, the second I'd seen in a matter of minutes. "So who's is better?"
"Britt!" I challenged.
She laughed again as I mounted the bed holding the glasses, my cock rising and poking out the front of my shorts.
"I'm just wondering; who is that for?" She chuckled as she pointed at my erection. "Whose vagina are you thinking about right now Adrian? Your mother's, or mine?"
I placed the glasses on the bedside table and lowered my face into my wife's pussy without answering and as my tongue found her clit I was glad I couldn't speak. For stuck in my mind as I rubbed my cock against the sheets, I could see my mom's cunt.
* * * * *
The clock ticked over to five minutes to midnight. We'd spent the evening on the top deck with most of the other passengers, giving us a 360deg view of the city and harbour. Dad had gone back to the room to fetch another memory card for his camera and Brittany, although already drunk was paying another visit to the bar.
Mom was thankfully wearing more appropriate clothing, and I found myself paying closer attention to her attire for possibly the first time in my life. Her white pants looked to be linen and under the deck lights I could even see the line of her panties. From the front that is. When I happened to catch a look at her rear there was no pantyline. My mother was wearing a thong! Her sleeveless light blue top revealed plenty of cleavage, even enabling the flash of a white lace bra. I rebuked myself for looking and wondered why I was even so fascinated?
"Where is he?" Mom frowned as a countdown began in the crowd.
I felt the same about Brittany. We'd never been ones for going all out on New Years. To be honest, most years we slept through it. Being that we were in such a special locale for this one however I was surprised, even a little disappointed she was more interested in getting drunk than being with me at the big moment.
"..8..7..6.." The passengers counted, joining the chorus of the million or so lining the harbour.
"Oh well," Mom held my hand as she gave up and turned to me. "Looks like it's just you and me."
