Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or bad welcomed. I will try and reply to each and every one but please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I write in British English.
Jonathan had texted that he would like to stay a couple of days, and could we take the boat out, his dad will pick him up in Shipley if we can get that far. I wondered if he wanted more than a boat ride, his last stay had ended up with him and I having some very intimate moments. I wasn't averse to entertaining him again, but he would have to make the first move. Perhaps asking to stay with me was the first move.
I grabbed some bags and went to the supermarket and bought some food for us, a few pies, some pasta, that sort of thing, and a couple of bottles of cheap wine, just to help words flow. I moved Yorkshire Pudding to the service point, pumped out the septic, filled up with diesel and water and disposed of all my rubbish. Back at my mooring I changed my bedding, again, the spare room was untouched from when I last changed it, Jonathan had stayed in my bed, and I wanted to ensure that the bed was clean if I were to have a guest.
"Hi Mum," Jon called from the companionway, "only me, permission to come aboard."
"Permission granted First Mate Jonathan," I called back.
He came down the steps and we hugged, a bit closer and tighter than a mum and son would usually hug I thought.
"Right mum, where shall I put my bag."
"Wherever you want to sleep baby, you know the options. I will go and get ready to cast off." I went up to the deck and started her engine and then I loosened the mooring rope. Jonathan appeared and I pointed to the helm.
"She's all your captain." I said to him.
"If I am the Captain, what does that make you?" he asked laughing.
"That makes me the Admiral, now watch where you are going, and remember what I taught you."
He eased us away from our mooring and out of the Marina, through the swing bridge and up to the locks. Once through the locks we cruised along the canal for a few hours and then he called for me to prepare to moor, he wanted to stop for a while. Usually we would go for a full four hours before stopping, but Jonathan was not a seasoned boater, he was captaining the boat, and if he wanted to stop then that was fine by me.
"I need the loo and a cup of tea mum, in that order, let's just take a little time, okay, we have no rush, not at three miles per hour."
"Okay," I laughed and jumped ashore and drove a pin in fore and aft, securing us with mooring ropes. Back in the galley I put the kettle on and as I was standing there, hands on the work surface, Jonathan came up behind me and put his arms around me, pulling me tight to him. No mistaking that bulge, his hard dick was pressing into me, lining up neatly with the crease of my bottom. His hands moved up and held and squeezed my boobs, fingers and thumbs seeking my nipples.
"Are you sure that you wanted a cup of tea?" I asked as his hands moved down and pulled my dress up around my waist, his hands now inside my underwear, pawing at my fanny.
"Oh yes, but not necessarily right now," he answered, my knickers now down at my knees, he used his foot to push them further down and I stepped out of them as they passed my ankles. A finger began to explore my crease, sliding between my lips, my fanny valley wet with arousal.
"We are only a few hours in baby and already you are inside my knickers."
"I thought I had been a gentleman by waiting this long."
"Oh," I laughed again and turned to face him, his finger sliding out of my valley as I turned.
I undid the tie on his joggers and pushed them and his underpants down past his knees, using my foot to push them the rest of the way down. I dropped to my knees and put my mouth around the end of his dick, holding his balls in my hands, rolling them, gently squeezing them, a finger straying back along his perineum.
Jonathan groaned as I pulled his foreskin back and licked around his rim, sucking his dick, licking his end, my other hand free, I was rubbing my clitoris, causing myself to gasp on his dick in my mouth. I was double handling, wanking both my son and his mother, me. My gasps were getting more frequent as my pressures built, and he was jerking his dick into my mouth as his arousal grew. I rolled his balls in my palm as my tongue ran around his glans dipping into his wee slit and then back around.
He stopped gasping and started groaning and I was there with him, I knew I was close, my clitoris seemed aflame with my desires, and almost without warning Jonathan's dick erupted in my mouth, spurting deep down my throat, the catalyst to have my orgasm erupt, thankful that my mouth opened in a scream rather than clamped onto his dick. I sucked him clean, removing every drop of man cream that I could find.
"Right then," I said as I stood, "time for tea."
We did two more locks and three swing bridges before we decided to moor for the night, pulling, as I usually do, onto the bank the opposite side of the towpath. One of the things that you learn as a sole female sailor, safety and security come first. Dinner was pie, boiled potatoes and instant gravy. Not a culinary masterpiece by any stretch, but warm and satisfying non the less. After we had cleared away and tidied the galley, I checked the moorings and then locked up the boat, closing all the windows and blinds on the side that faced the towpath.
We settled down and played a few hands of rummy and then some of cribbage, and I came out on top this time, made a change, he was getting too good, or perhaps I was losing an edge. I told him I was going to the bathroom and then to bed, and to turn the lights off when he turned in. The ball was in his court. In the bathroom I stripped and gave myself a thorough wash. I put my knickers in my laundry basket and left my other clothes in a pile in my bedroom as I got naked into bed.
I lay there for a while and then turned my side light off and settled down into the bliss of pure darkness. I was dozing when I felt Jonathan lift the quilt and get into bed next to me, his hard dick jutting into my bottom crease, an arm around my shoulder and a kiss on my neck. I murmured or mumbled something and relaxed into a sleep.
At some point in the night I guess that Jonathan could no longer contain himself. I awoke to a hand caressing my right breast and a dick nudging between my legs. I murmured something and tolled onto my back. The hand moved from my breast and traced its way down my stomach and into my crease, pressing my clitoris briefly and then sliding down my rather wet valley to my entrance. A finger, perhaps two, circled my entrance and as they dipped towards my opening, a mouth found and suckled my nipple.
I gasped as I was entered, fingers pushing in deep and wiggling inside me, a strange alien feeling that I shall never tire off. The fingernails inside me found my bumps and ridges and gently scratched at my G spot, my gasps getting louder in the pure dark. There was no light anywhere, the blackout blinds over the window blocking any form of light that may appear from outside the boat, I was down by one of my senses but the others were working overtime and I could feel his every touch, every one of my bumps, and everyone of my ripples that his fingernail rubbed against, I could feel his tongue on my nipple, every touch accentuated in the total darkness.
I felt him move, his fingers eased out of my fanny and that left me feeling empty, his mouth left my breast, and my nipple felt cold without his hot breath. I sensed his breath my my face, and his lips touched against mine, his tongue wiping along the purse of my lips, and there was movement on the bed and I knew that he was covering me, and his dick touched my mons. I leant down, grasped his dick and ran it along my valley and lined him up with my entrance.
As his dick pushed in my fanny, my mouth gasped open and his tongue pushed past my teeth, dancing inside my mouth, waltzing with my tongue as I felt his penetration, his dick widening my fanny, filling me, and then his balls rested against my thigh and I was consumed. I had my arms around him, my fingers pressing at his shoulders, his tongue pressing against mine, his pubis pressing my mons, his dick filling and stretching my fanny, every touch so sensitive, my heart beating faster, his pulse ticking inside my fanny, and he eased back, slightly voiding me, his mouth leaving mine, my breath gasping louder as he pushed back in.
His tempo increased and so did my gasps, reverberating around my dark bedroom, his slaps against my mons adding to the eroticism of the sounds. Faster and faster Jonathan moved, deeper and deeper his dick pressed inside me, my fanny almost ringing with the reverberations of his movements, surreal that I could see absolutely nothing yet feel absolutely everything.
My pressures were building and approaching their peak, my pleasures were groaning as my bursting point became nearer and nearer, electrics fizzed in my groin and grunts, gasps and slaps filled my ears. I went over.
"Aargh," I screamed loudly, my fanny clamping his dick, electrics exploded throughout my body, my pressures released and my pleasures erupted as my orgasm let loose, my scream disturbing all the wildlife for miles around, a second scream escaped as I felt his dick erupt inside me, filling my fanny, flooding my womb, and he gasped and collapsed onto me, squashing me, his dick softening inside me.
I awoke later, Jonathan still laying on me, snoring softly, his dick had slipped out of me and was laying against my crotch. I eased from under him and got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I knew where everything was, I was used to moving about the boat in the depth of night with little or no light. I reached down and touched my fanny, soaking wet. I bought my fingers to my mouth and licked them dry as I emptied my bladder. Using tissue, I cleaned up as best as I could and went back to my bedroom and rejoined Jonathan in my bed.
Jonathan stayed two nights, two love filled nights, and then I dropped him in Shipley where he was meeting his dad. I went on a little further and found a winding hole and turned Yorkshire Pudding around and headed back to Apperley Bridge. We had enjoyed two dry weather days when Jonathan was with me, but the weather had turned, suddenly, it hadn't been expected, the rain just appeared and came down in torrents. I pulled over and quickly dived inside, grabbing my sowester hat and cape.
Yorkshire Pudding had drifted from the bank whilst I was grabbing my water proofs. I put my weather cover up over the stern deck, bought Yorkshire Pudding under control and carried on slowly. Visibility was poor and it looked as if this weather was here to stay. One of the pitfalls of being a cruiser is the weather, you can't always cruise in nice sunny weather, sometimes it rains. Actually, in Yorkshire it isn't sometimes, it is actually usually.
I pootled along the canal, waving hello to the odd passing boat and as I peered into the rain filled distance I could see someone sat on the ground on the non-tow path side. I slowed Yorkshire pudding down and as I pulled level I called across.
"Hello, are you alright?"
"No, sorry, not really." Came the reply. He obviously wasn't prepared for rain, he wasn't wearing any waterproofs, and was just sat in the grass.
