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Mother and son settled against each other and got lost in thought as they turned to watch the sunrise. The azure sea was calm, a few ripples, but no waves. They lay like that together for over an hour, until Louise went for a shower. Joey watched her hips swaying away, she knew he was watching and without turning around she simply bent and showed him her pussy, slapped herself on the butt, and walked away. She felt, rather than saw, his smile.

In a week they had gone from hardworking mother and son to incestuous lovers. Joey ran his mum's words in his mind again: *quot;You've fucked her pussy more than once. And cum in her bum. Licked her pussy, cum in her mouth, watched her pee...*quot;

He shook his head. He knew real life, back home, would be different to before. Different to now. But he was looking forward to it, with her.

He took his turn in the shower while she dressed. She put a bikini on, under her beach wrap.

*quot;Oh, no gym this morning?*quot;

*quot;Bum's too sore. I can't sit on that exercise bike today!*quot;

He laughed with her, blushing a little at her reference to him having fucked her ass the night before.

Beyond their little balcony they saw Mystery Island sliding by. They would anchor off and catch a boat ashore. It was tiny, but had some of the world's best beachside snorkelling on the reefs.

Later that day, back on board, Louise asked her son: *quot;Level with me. How do you feel about me. Really.*quot;

*quot;I love you, of course.*quot;

*quot;I know, but, how?*quot;

*quot;I don't understand.*quot;

*quot;OK. I love you, like a mother loves a son, but I love you like a lover too. See?*quot;

*quot;No.*quot;

*quot;Um, well, those are different from how a husband loves a wife.*quot;

*quot;Oh, I see. You want to know if I'm in love with you.*quot;

*quot;Are you?*quot;

*quot;Will you be hurt if I said no?*quot; He knew there was no place for semantics here.

*quot;No, but I would be scared to death if you said yes.*quot;

*quot;Same question, you with me?*quot;

*quot;No, son. I'm glad we're not 'in love' because all the while we can keep the three loves apart, we'll be OK.*quot;

*quot;Mum?*quot;

*quot;Yes, honey?*quot;

*quot;You're perfect. Wanna quick fuck?*quot;

*quot;Well, there's an hour before dinner. How can a girl refuse such an eloquent seduction?*quot;

Joey pushed the joke further: *quot;Jeez, woman! You want some dick or not?*quot;

*quot;Not!*quot;

*quot;Bullshit! Come here!*quot;

Louise dodged, weaved, pretended to try to get away, all the time giggling and teasing him - pulling out one tit, showing her curved bum, running away again. Then she let him catch her. He playfully pulled her to the bed, sat, and pulled her over his knee.

*quot;Don't you dare, Joey Montana!*quot; Smack! *quot;No, stop!*quot; Smack, smack! She could have got off him easily but didn't. She realised something new. Being spanked went straight to her nipples and pussy. It aroused her. As long as it was half-hearted, like this, and not cruel.

Joey pulled her bottoms down. Smack. *quot;You nasty little bastard!*quot; Smack *quot;Oooh, baby. How could you...*quot; Smack *quot;Ow! Your own...*quot; Smack*quot; *quot;...mother...*quot;

*quot;You hate it?*quot;

*quot;No.*quot;

Joey looked at the angry pink patches on her buttocks. He looked at the perfect curve, rubbed tenderly where he'd slapped her, then saw a tiny glistening trail inside her thigh. He collected it with his finger, making her shiver, and tasted it. She was dripping wet.

Joey slid his hand up her thigh, over her bottom, down her butt crack, pushed her butthole. She gasped.

*quot;Oh Joey. You can do anything to me. Everything you do makes me horny.*quot;

His finger pressed, she winced. He knew she was sore there from their earlier anal adventure, so he folded his hand into her pussy instead. Four fingers, while he rubbed her reddened buttocks. Those four fingers were wider than his cock and stretched her. She groaned: *quot;Oooh, yesss. More, baby.*quot;

More? How can I...? OK. Thumb...there. Press...

*quot;Mmmm. Mmmh. You're tearing me open.*quot;

I'm almost... I've got my whole hand in there. Up to the knuckles.

Louise's hips pushed back automatically at the fist inside her. She felt it press, moaned when it twisted, but couldn't bear it any longer. Childbirth had been a long time ago, and then she had been drugged. She yanked herself forwards, away from the invading fist, and knelt on the bed. Joey needed no instruction. He pressed into her from behind, fucked hard and fast, watching her buttocks, now pink and angry, pulse in waves with his thigh-slapping thrusts.

Hers was quick, easy. She rose to a brief climax almost as soon as Joey entered her. You slut! He spanks your butt, fists your cunt, and you cum this quickly?

He wasn't long getting there either. It was short, desperate, needy, a few spurts and then it was done.

Now pushing gently, rocking against each other, Joey made a joke: *quot;We're getting good at this. A few strokes...we cum... No need to mess about with foreplay!*quot;

*quot;You get that idea out of your merter escort head right now, young man! Quickies are good, longies are better.*quot;

*quot;Er, 'longies'?*quot;

*quot;OK, I just made that up. Now get that thing out of me before I piss all over you.*quot;

She play-slapped his arm on the way to the bathroom. He wiped his cock on a tissue and lay back, one arm behind his head.

Through the main part of the cruise, port stops were every other day. They were tourists, friends, a couple; very proper in public.

Before they knew it, there were only two nights left before they got home. On the first of them, there was to be a big dance in the main ballroom. Joey marvelled at how beautiful she looked that night. Despite knowing every inch of her body, and most of her desires and secrets, she could still surprise him.

*quot;Where the hell did you hide that?*quot;

*quot;Bought it yesterday. Cost more than I care to mention. Like it?*quot;

Long, deep-sea blue. The dress clung to her breasts and hips, rounded her buttocks, then split from thighs to ankles. No strap, but her breasts would hold it up. Cleavage. Bare back. Oh, and nipples.

*quot;Are you wearing underwear?*quot;

*quot;Nope. I hope to drive some bloke wild, bring him back here and fuck the senses out of him.*quot;

*quot;Oooh, Can I watch?*quot;

*quot;Play your cards right and it'll be you.*quot;

*quot;Oh? And if I play my cards wrong?*quot;

*quot;Sandy's still aboard.*quot; The waitress at their favourite intimate bar.

He smiled at her tease. As they walked to the dance, along the swaying passageway, Joey said: *quot;Just so you know. Dressed as you are, as beautiful as you are, if you smile at anybody with a heartbeat they'll crawl over razors to you on hands and knees.*quot;

She stopped, turned him towards her and kissed him tenderly. Then she playfully squeezed his cock and walked on. He stood still until she looked back, laughing at his open-armed 'what the hell' gesture.

The ship rolled more than they'd been used to, causing all kinds of fun on the dance floor as ladies found themselves supported on strange men. Dancing cheek-to-cheek became a mockery when the mood got lost in their need to stay on their feet. But the night was a success, even if Louise and Joey had got quite drunk on drinks they'd never heard of before.

They had a nightcap in 'Sandy's Bar'. Sandy gushed over them. *quot;Look at you two, all happy and glowing! Oh and Louise, that dress! Usual?*quot;

The gin and tonics arrived. Boldly, Sandy sat down with them and chatted. Business was slow, perhaps her regulars had retreated from the now quite heavy seas.

Joey couldn't be sure, having never seen her do it, but he thought his mother was flirting. With Sandy. If he'd been sober, he wouldn't have even thought like that. Hell, if she'd been sober maybe she wouldn't be acting like that. After tomorrow nobody here would see anybody again, so what the hell?

Sandy was saying: *quot;So how did you two meet?*quot;

Louise answered: *quot;I used to date his dad.*quot;

Joey blushed, the truth of it felt too close to home.

*quot;Oh? But you preferred the younger version?*quot;

*quot;I sure do now. This is our first, um, alone time together, this cruise.*quot;

*quot;Sweet! Did you get a balcony room?*quot;

*quot;Yes. Why?*quot;

*quot;Nothing like making love in a tropical sunset with the curtains open!*quot; She winked at Joey who was trying to hide his embarrassment behind his glass. She couldn't have known they'd done exactly that, but still made him flush. Somebody gestured to Sandy, and she went to take their order.

As Sandy left them, Louise could barely restrain her laughter at her son's discomfort. There was a smash, they looked to the source, straight up Sandy's skirt as she bent to swipe a broken glass off the table onto her tray. She had her feet wider apart than usua against the rolling of the ship, and under her uniform stockings she wore - nothing? This time Louise actually laughed at Joey's discomfort.

Soon Sandy returned. *quot;What? What's the joke?*quot; She was smiling.

Louise couldn't resist: *quot;Well, we happened to look over while you cleared away that broken glass, and...*quot;

Sandy looked to the table where it had happened and realised what they saw from this vantage point.

She feigned a Southern Belle accent: *quot;Why mizz Louise. Were you two looking up my skirt?*quot;

*quot;He was, I looked away.*quot;

The two women laughed but Joey merely glared at his mother, but couldn't resist her smile and broke into one himself.

Louise asked her: *quot;Are you allowed to have a drink with us? You're a big part of why this trip has been so fantastic, and...*quot;

*quot;Well, not officially. But my shift finishes in ten minutes and Tony won't mind.*quot; Tony was the barman.

*quot;Come back in ten, then.*quot;

Sandy was off to finish her work. Louise was flirty, impish. Her smile never faltered throughout the next ten minutes.

*quot;Joey, go for it. Try her. I can see it in your eyes, and hers. I'll stay nişantaşı escort away, if you want.*quot;

*quot;Stop it, will ya? I mean, me and you...*quot;

*quot;...Have the rest of our lives together. You'll never have a better chance. I want you to have whatever you want.*quot;

*quot;I don't know if I could, with another woman.*quot;

*quot;You've got about seven minutes to decide. And just so you know, I think she swings both ways.*quot;

*quot;Why do you say that?*quot;

*quot;I've watched her too. Especially with the redhead girl that waits on the other side of the room.*quot;

*quot;So?*quot;

*quot;So maybe I'd like to try her. Whether you do or not.*quot;

This time Joey actually gagged on his drink. Her smiling eyes told him she was serious, but his alcohol-inhibited brain took some time to process it. Fact one: his mother was suggesting he could fuck this girl. Fact two, his mother was suggesting this girl liked girls too. Fact three, his mother was suggesting maybe she'd like to have sex with this girl. Oh heaven. Fact four. If he heard her right - 'with or without you' - was his mother suggesting a threesome with him and Sandy?

That was a whole new level of complication. His heart beat as Sandy swished by, smiled at them, and took some empties off to the bar. Louise was sipping her drink, studying him. She knew not to interrupt - she'd planted the seed, she knew to let it sprout of its own accord.

Lost in his thoughts, Joey held his glass half-way to his mouth. Louise saw his brow furrowed, ached for his eyes to meet hers, and had a little panic attack in case she'd pushed too far. After all, incest was a long path to travel, maybe this was one step too far?

Joey looked at his mother, saw the ache in her eyes. To ease the tension, he said: *quot;Phew. Any more hot surprises?*quot;

*quot;None that I can think of right now!*quot;

*quot;Have you ever, with a girl, I mean?*quot;

*quot;No.*quot;

*quot;Why now?*quot;

*quot;Why not? Strangers, no commitment, that sort of thing.*quot;

He still hadn't come to any kind of conclusion when Sandy came back. *quot;OK, my last order tonight. G