If you want 10" cocks, women who orgasm in 10 seconds flat, simultaneous orgasms or gallons of cum then I'm sorry, but this is not the right story for you. I like to write about ordinary people with ordinary sexual appetites in slightly out of the ordinary situations. I try to keep the plot lines as near to reality as I can.
I try to keep the sex as true to my own experience as possible. I love to write about kissing, stoking, how sex feels and sex as an encounter which involves all the senses. I do like to 'get dirty' but only in the height of my character's arousal. All my stories have my own experience in them, but they are not autobiographical.
I wasn't going to write a sequel, but I have had a number of requests so here goes!
Constructive feedback welcome. I am from UK, so UK spelling applies. Thank you for reading my story.
Act 1 - The plan
Where we left off last time............... "We [dad and me] never did anything remotely like that again. In fact, we never spoke about it again. Dad found a really nice girl friend. Bob and I spent many happy hours in their company. Occasionally Dad would catch my eye, especially when we went sailing on the boat. Both of us would smile and remember. A twinkle in both our eyes."
The present time.......Well, they broke up (my dad and his girlfriend). I don't remember how we fell into a routine but, for a year or so we resumed our illicit relationship and made love 4 or 5 times, with and without Bob present. I still have no regrets but, of late, the frequency had dwindled to nothing. It was my decision, and it was for the best. It just seemed less appropriate, and I felt it was high time he found another woman to share his life with. He wasn't very motivated to do this as I think he still missed my mum but emptying his balls into me every few months was not going to help his motivation.
It was about that time that Bob came up with the hairbrained scheme of moving the boat to Italy. The whole thing seemed totally impractical to me, especially as he had invited my dad along. It was a small boat (no privacy) and there were only two bunks in the small cabin. Bob explained that we only actually needed one bunk as most of the time two of us should be on watch. If we stopped in port, then he would find me a hotel where I could get cleaned up and change from a deck hand back into a woman. In the end I agreed, but made it clear I was a deck hand and not the onboard night-time entertainment. Bob and dad would have to make do with their hands. He agreed and said he would make sure dad was aware of my precondition when he saw him for a beer to plan the final details.
I started to look forward to it. I came around to the idea that it was going to be fun, but that changed when (much to Bob's delight) our 19-year-old son, Harry, invited himself along. Bob and dad thought it was a great idea, as you can imagine, I did not. The boat was just too small and I was puzzled why a 19-year-old teenager with a very active social life and a lovely girlfriend would want to spend weeks on a boat with his mum, dad and grandad. I decided not to go and leave them taking a boy's trip. Dad and Harry were happy with this, Bob was not. Long story short, he persuaded me, and we set off.
Act -- Cold, windy and wet
We left the UK, and it was cold, windy and wet for days on end. It was hard work and hard going. This all changed as we drew level with Bordeaux. The sun came out and the wind dropped to nothing. Sailing was a waste of time, so we chugged along on the boat's little engine.
The change in weather gave us all time to relax, enjoy the passing scenery and do a bit of sunbathing. One morning, it was not my turn to take the helm, so I was relaxing on deck. I asked Bob to put some sunscreen on my back. As he was applying it, I looked up to see Harry (at the helm) staring intently at my back. Our eyes met and his eyes darted away in embarrassment. I settled back down to enjoy Bob's gentle massage / sunscreen application, but I couldn't get Harry's look out of my head. Why was he embarrassed? Then it struck me. The boredom was allowing space in our thoughts for things other than handing the boat. I was enjoying the touch of a man; Bob was enjoying massaging my body and Harry was taking in the sights.
Later that day dad was on the helm and Harry was lying next to me on deck. I asked him if he wanted sunscreen on his back. He said yes. I applied the sunscreen and enjoyed the feel of a young taught muscular body. I was not overtly thinking of sex, this was my son after all, but it was pleasurable. The quietness and the fact he was not looking at me seemed an ideal opportunity to probe him for answers. "Aren't you missing Emma?"
"Not really mum."
"Oh, I thought you two were an item."
"I thought so too."
"Oh, what's the problem?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
Of course, that's red rag to a bull for any mum. So, I bided my time. After I finished, I asked him to do my back. I undid my bikini strap and settled back down so his hands could roam my back uninterrupted. "Come on I'm your mum. We've got time, we've got lots of time. I may be able to help." He didn't want to talk but I eventually wore him down.
"We split up because she thinks I'm gay."
I snorted and nearly laughed. I composed myself and said seriously, "I don't care if you are gay, Harry, but what made her say that?" He didn't want to say but I wore him down again.
"Because sometimes I can't get it stiff for her." This time I did laugh out loud. "It's not funny mum."
"I know it's not, Harry, but I really don't think that makes you gay." This time he wanted a better answer from me. I tried to avoid giving my evidence, but he was actually quite concerned, so in the end I had to. "I don't think you are gay because you were staring at me while dad was rubbing sunscreen into me." I slightly turned my head, looked at his crotch and then quickly turned my head back. "and the size of that just confirms it."
He spluttered. "mum!!!" I am so glad that I couldn't help sniggering at this point. It broke the ice and he laughed too, maybe with some relief. "Well, if I'm not gay, I must be a pervert."
I was going to give him my "it's only natural" speech but I decided now was not the time. "Yes, you are a bloody pervert."
Over the next two days sunscreen application became a regular occurrence and because of the watch pattern, it was normally Harry. I noticed his gaze every time I undid my bikini top, it seemed he didn't want to miss catching a glimpse of my breast if he could. I wish he hadn't made it so obvious. It was both embarrassing and tingling at the same time. I don't think he saw anything except but maybe the sides of my breasts, bloody pervert!
