CHAPTER 2
The afternoon sun beat down from high overhead. There were not more than a handful of clouds smattering the bright, blue sky, so shade was an ironically hot commodity. There was a light breeze flowing through the open windows of our cozy cottage.
In an effort to make the most out of the nice weather, Cleo had suggested that we take the barge out on the water for lunch. It was not a particularly new model, but it was sturdy. As long as the twin pontoons kept us afloat, we could go anywhere we pleased, which just so happened to be a secluded little spot -which was really just an enormous rock - in the far-off corner of the lake.
My sister and I had gotten back into our bathing suits -- the same ones that the boys had stripped off of us less than an hour prior. Then we'd followed them to the kitchen, where our maternal instincts had told us that they weren't merely thirsty, but hungry as well.
Feeling particularly sensitive to their needs - especially ones that related in any way to them making more baby batter - we divided up our tasks and set to work. I smeared mayonnaise on slices of bread while Cleo packed beer and wine spritzers into a cooler.
Luke was sitting nearby, carefully observing as his mother's gigantic ass cheeks gobbled up the string of her bikini every time she would bend over to put another drink into the cooler. Truth be told, my eyes were being drawn to that same tawdry phenomenon.
I don't think I'm bi-sexual, I thought to myself, but damn! Look at those things!
Each of her cheeks was the size of a pumpkin, and even when I put in some effort, I found their wobbling impossible to ignore.
I shuddered. Jeez, maybe I AM bi!
Tom was slightly less gobsmacked than his cousin, giving him just enough higher brain power to stop ogling our tits and tushies long enough to ask if we needed any help-- though it was a half-hearted request.
With a butter knife in my hand, I turned to him and cocked my head to the side. "Do you really want to help?"
"I mean, yeah. If you--"
"Or--"I cut him off by pointing the knife at him. "--are you just trying to look like a good boy because it makes me want to fuck you?"
My son turned the darkest shade of red that I had ever seen, but the amused smile on his face told me that he did not mind the teasing. "W-what? Why, I would-- I would never!"
Cleo finished packing the cooler and closed the lid, then finally elected to pull her bathing suit out from between her chubby cheeks. "Close your mouth, Tommy. You look like a fish."
Luke chuckled at the expense of his cousin. "She got you, man!"
Tom brushed the comment off with a wave of his hand. "Get it out of your system now. When we're on the boat, you'd all better respect the captain."
Luke saluted him, with his tongue dangling from his mouth to amplify the intended mockery. "Thir, yeth, thir!"
I leapt to my son's rescue. "Are they being mean to you?"
He put on a fake pout, making his lower lip quiver dramatically. "They're such bullies, those two."
I instantly bought in to his impersonation of a pouting child. Since I was such an attentive mother, I knew just what to do to make it all better. I arched my back so that my butt stuck out. "Come over here, honey."
Tom hurried over and wrapped his arms around my tummy, fitting my ass into his crotch when he pulled me in for a hug.
I ground my rump against his cock, which had already begun to harden the moment he had felt my skin against his. "Is that better, Tommy?"
He kissed the back of my neck. "Much better."
I giggled. "I'm happy I could make you feel better." Nothing filled me with glee quite like having his hands on me.
I placed the butter knife on the counter top, then reached down and grabbed onto his wrists so I could redirect them towards my breasts. I plopped his hands down, one on each boob, and squeezed down on top of his fingers with mine.
"There we go," I sang. "Now you can play with Mommy's boobies while she makes lunch!"
Tom moaned in my ear. "Fuck, Mom. They're huge."
I loved that something I had considered a burden for decades could be a simple source of such primal enjoyment for my son. To me, they were just my big ol' boobs. To him, they were the eighth wonder of the world.
Cleo cleared her throat. "Ahem! The sun is not going to wait for you two to stop making goo-goo eyes at each other."
I slapped the final sandwich together and wrapped it in cellophane, then threw it at my bratty sister. "Somebody's jealous."
She stuck her tongue out at me and blew a raspberry. "Boo, you whore. We've got plenty of time to fuck these two tonight. Please let me get some sun."
Luke snickered. "So you want some vitamin D before you get your 'vitamin D,' right?"
Cleo sighed and gave me a defeated look. "I cannot handle another shitty pun without something alcoholic to wash it down."
I blew her a kiss. "Then get your muscle to help my muscle lift the cooler down to the dock."
She snapped her fingers, once at each boy, and directed them to the cooler. "Mush, boys. We've got some boating to do!"
Tom and Luke hauled the cooler down together, one on each side, while we followed behind with our arms empty. To be fair, though, we were carrying something; it was just that the things we were carrying were attached to our chests, and could not be put down. I imagined that the weight of our heavy breasts combined would have outweighed both the cooler and all of its contents.
Every step that we took down the wooden stairs leading to the dock made our tits bounce, as intended. Had we wanted them to be modest, we would have bought something that actually fit us. Instead, both of our tops had just as much soft dough spilling out as they did packed inside.
We stepped off the stairs and onto the soft, molded earth that formed the final pathway to the dock. It was a short stretch, but I had always loved feeling the soft dirt squish under my toes for a brief moment.
I breathed in deeply, savouring the aroma of freshly fallen pine needles on the ground around us until the burn in my lungs begged me to exhale. As a subtle breeze pierced through the bushels of tree branches, I breathed out and felt as though the wind were carrying the air right out of me.
"I love it here," I said to no one in particular.
Cleo rubbed the small of my back with her palm. "Me too, Deb. I think the boys are really happy that we came."
I chuckled. "Well, they're happy that somebody came!"
Our uproarious laughter made birds scatter from the treetops overhead, which only made us laugh more.
"Ahem!" Luke called to us from the dock. "The sun isn't waiting, remember?"
Cleo narrowed her eyes at her son, though I did not think that her menacing stare translated at such a distance. "He's so lucky that he's a good lay."
I swatted her and headed for the dock. "Careful with that logic, or you'll let him get away with anything."
We trotted down to the boat where the boys were waiting for us with a cold drink in hand-- a pineapple spritzer for each of us. Cleo climbed on the boat right away and made for the front of the boat where her son sat. She was curled up in Luke's lap before he had finished opening the wine cooler for her.
She swung her legs over the arm of the chair so she was sitting sideways on his crotch, and rubbed her plump rump against his cock as she rocked side to side. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, cradling his cheek with one hand, and whispered something into his ear that was not for me or Tommy to hear.
I knew better than to disrespect our illustrious captain with such informality, so I stood with my feet together and clasped my hands in front of my tummy. Using the insides of my elbows, I pushed my breasts into each other until they nearly fell out of my top.
I batter my eyes at Tom. "Permission to come aboard, sir?"
He mouthed the words "Oh, fuck," then said, "Permission granted, Admiral Mommy."
I saluted him, then scurried onboard and practically barrelled him over with how eagerly I jumped into his arms. I, too, gave my son a long, sultry kiss that we struggled very hard to end. If I'd had it my way, we would have fucked right then on the boat.
"Hey!" Luke called from the front of the barge. "Quit kissin' and start the damn boat, Captain!"
He and his mother were less than ten feet away from the steering wheel, which Tom manned with the confidence of someone who had spent his whole life at sea. I loved watching him command the ship, taking it upon himself to shuttle us around safely.
I, of course, sat loyally beside my boy rather than at the front where the sun shone. The captain's seat took the form of a long, cushioned bench with a high back that had plenty of room for a co-pilot.
Above our heads was a canopy that blocked the heat from reaching us. Coupled with the high metal walls that surrounded the perimeter of the boat, the captain's chair had a surprising amount of privacy. Cleo and Luke could see us clearly, but besides them, it felt like we were alone in the world.
Tom was slouched back in the chair, as relaxed as one could be while piloting two tonnes of metal. He had one hand draped over the steering wheel, and a beer dangling loosely between the fingers of the other. His unbuttoned shirt flapped in the light breeze, then was blown open completely when we left the bay and picked up speed on the open water.
He finished his beer and asked if I could swap it for a full one, which I happily did.
I twisted off the cap and handed him the icy bottle with a salute. "Oh Captain, my captain." Just for good measure, I jiggled my tits a couple of times to make them bounce around.
He shook his head with a smile. "At ease, Cadet."
My jaw dropped. "Cadet? I thought I was Admiral Mommy!"
He shrugged, taking an exaggerated swing from his beer before saying, "This ship is a hierarchy. If you want a promotion, you gotta earn it."
Whether or not he knew it, he was playing right into my hands. "Well, how may I show my dedication to the cause, Captain Tommy?"
He pretended to think for a moment, but he was far from a talented actor. "Well, I suppose a blowjob wouldn't hurt."
I innocently sedated him with my wide doe eyes. "Do you want Mommy to suck your cock right now, sweetheart?"
Tom did a double take. "Wait, seriously? But Aunt Cleo is right there!"
We had already covered the necessity of getting comfortable with being naked around each other, but it was not a concept that I expected to stick right away. Tom clearly required further encouragement to come out of his shell, and I figured there was no better time than the present for some good old fashioned exposure therapy.
I shrugged and scooted next to him on the bench so that our thighs touched. "I don't care. Do you care?" I purred to him with the softest tone I could while still being heard over the roar of the engine.
He thought for a second. "It's still a bit weird, but you said we should get comfortable with it, so I can try."
I cooed happily and kissed his cheek. "Good boy! Now, take those cute lil' shorts off so I can get between your legs."
I knew that the metal wall that wrapped around the side of the boat would keep me hidden once I was tucked below the steering console. I was just short enough to fit under the podium, so I crouched down on my butt and slid myself underneath it. Nobody would be able to see -- except for our guests, of course, but they were too busy making out to notice.
Tom shuffled out of his swim trunks and spread his legs apart. He kept his eyes on the water, but watched me out of his peripheral vision. His soft penis twitched happily when I greeted it with a quick kiss, already threatening to pump itself up to the sizable monster that I knew it to be.
"I can't wait to know what your mouth feels like," Tom gushed.
It dawned on me that I had not yet sucked his cock, even though he had fucked me just hours earlier. We were doing things backwards, but that somehow made it even more exciting.
I blew him a kiss. "And I can't wait to taste you, honey."
I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the soft head, circling it with my tongue to bathe every side. I coiled it around the pulsating knob while it slowly inflated, spiraling my lengthy tongue around it like a prehensile tail. I loved feeling a dick harden in my mouth, so I hugged him tightly with my tongue to ensure I got the full experience of growing my son's cock to its fullest.
It was not long before the bulb had doubled in size. As it expanded, it nudged against the roof of my mouth and flattened my tongue against the bottom, pinning the slimy snake to the floor. I wiggled it underneath the bulging helmet and slid back and forth across the frenulum, tickling the tender bridge of skin.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "Is that your tongue?"
I nodded with the head secured between my puffed out lips. "Mmhmm!" I gave him another flutter to prove it.
His jaw hung open, but the corners of his mouth were still turned up in a smile. "I've never felt that before."
I popped the dome, now glistening with saliva, out of the seal my lips had made. "You've never had a blowjob before?"
"I have, but not like this. My girlfriend never did that with her tongue!"
I grabbed his cock by the root and slapped it against my tongue a couple of times. "Mommy's tongue can do lots of fun things."
"Show me, please," he begged.
I pushed my lips into a circle and placed an exaggerated kiss on his head. "Such good manners, honey. How could I possibly say no?"
I spat a gob of saliva on the engorged crown, then gobbled it back into my mouth to spread the thick layer of bubbles over it. I worked the head in and out of my mouth, gulping the large swell between my lips a few times to get used to his size.
Unfortunately for me, it would have taken far more time than we had. I had never sucked a dick as large as his, and his father - who had been my only reference point for over twenty years - did not hold a candle to his son's impressive bulk.
It felt heavy in my mouth, weighing down my tongue with its unwieldy mass. Each pulsation of the swollen bulb made me shiver with delight. I was convinced that the goliath pillar of meat I was slurping on was very much alive with the way it responded to every tiny touch.
The coating of saliva made it easy to work my mouth back and forth over the head, but that was not the issue. What worried me was the dull, aching pain in my jaw that asserted itself far sooner than I had anticipated. I had not thought that holding my mouth open to suck on the tip would be such a challenge, but it was nevertheless one that I knew I would rise to.
I spat Tom's fat cock head out of my mouth and rubbed my wounded jaw to massage away the pain. "Fuck, honey. You're a bit too big for my mouth, I think."
Tom grimaced. "Do we have to stop?"
I felt the same guilt that I'd been stricken with when he'd been a kid, and I would declare that it was time for him to leave the playground. The disappointment on his face had made me want to cave just to bring back his incredible smile, and more often than not he had received the extra ten minutes of playtime that he'd always asked for.
That day on the boat, I knew right away that I would surrender to him in the exact same way. "No, honey," I assured him. "I just needed a little break, that's all. Are we close?"
"Er, not really. I mean, you just started, so--"
I burst out in abrupt laughter, both silencing him and earning a look of confusion in the process. "No, sweetheart, not like that. Are we close?"
He cringed. "Oops, my bad. We're about halfway there, I guess."
I gasped. "Oh, dear! Then I'd better work quickly."
Unbeknownst to us, my laugh had drawn the attention of our company, and they were not the type to keep quiet about what they'd seen when they'd finally taken a break from swapping spit to glance over at us.
"Hey!" Luke whined. "No fair! Tommy's getting head?"
"Thanks, Deb," Cleo sassed. "Now mine is gonna want his dick sucked, too. I haven't even finished my drink!"
I shrugged, unsure if she could even see anything other than my foot sticking out from behind the console. "Maybe if you didn't spend so much time kissing you'd be done with it already."
I knew that Cleo would be unable to resist her son's cajoling once he'd seen the treat that Tom was receiving. It was like waving a toy in front of his face and telling him that he could not play with it. One look at Tom, with his eyes rolling into the back of his skull, had made him envious.
To tease her further, I made an offer that would light a fire under her ass. "You know, Lukey, if you come and sit next to your cousin I can blow both of you at the same time."
I peeked around the side of the console and made a "come hither" motion with my fingers. For added impact, I dropped my jaw and let it hang loose, with my long, slimy tongue dangling from my mouth.
Luke looked to his mother, his eyes wide with hope. "Can I, Mom?" I remembered having a similar conversation many years ago when trying to convince Cleo to let me take the boys go-kart racing. The youthful eagerness in his eyes had not changed one bit. Back then, she'd had to sit out the activity due to her motion sickness, thus making me both the cool mom and the cool aunt. There on the boat, I knew she wasn't going to simply hand me that second title.
She climbed off of her son and chugged the rest of her pineapple cooler. "No, sugar, Auntie Deb will not be sucking your dick." The emphasis on that "not" had clearly been intended for my ears.
"But," she continued, "lucky for you, I just finished my drink. Go sit next to your cousin."
Luke waddled over to us, impeded by the fact that he was removing his shorts as he did. His lengthy mommy-makeout session had given him plenty of time to get hard, creating a turgid snag for his bottoms to catch on as he tried to pull the waistband down. When he finally got them over the long, hard hump, the sudden release of tension sent his cock springing upwards, where it thumped against his belly.
"Jesus, Cleo." I covered my mouth with my hand. "What did you feed that boy?"
In truth, Tom was slightly larger than his cousin, but I knew the weight that such praise would carry. The enormous grin on Luke's face told me that I was right.
He wagged his dick side to side. "You like, Aunt Deb?"
I purred seductively. "You have a beautiful dick, Lukey. Whenever your mother stops being so jealous, maybe she'll let me have a taste."
Tom cleared his throat and gave an annoyed grumble. "Uh, Mom?"
I turned to him and gave his cock a quick kiss so he did not feel left out. "I know, honey. Just one second."
Then, I turned back to my nephew. "Get on the blowjob bench, Lukey."
He climbed on and looked down at me, his eyes alight with wonder. A small part of me felt a little nervous that he was watching me so intently, but a much larger part thrived on having an audience. I wanted to impress the boys, so I grabbed a hold of both of Tom's thighs to prove everything I was about to do would be hands-free.
Finally, as I was sure my son had been wanting me to for the past few minutes, I dipped my head into his lap and gulped his dick back into my mouth with a loud slurp that was categorically unladylike.
I forced myself to accept more of him than I had the first time, and pushed the fat, bulbous head as far down my throat as I could. My body lurched when he brushed my gag reflex, but I had always been good at stifling it. I steadied my resolve and, after pulling back a little bit to take a breath through my nose, mustered the courage to lodge him further back.
A magnificent six inches were stuffed in my throat- maybe more, but my body wasn't a precision measuring device. I could feel him throbbing against the back, nudging the plush wall each time it expanded.
I pulled back and took another breath, then dove to the bottom and plunged Tom's cock into the pink tunnel of convulsing flesh where I could treat him to a slippery throat hug. The walls shrank to match his exact shape, gluing themselves to the bloated pipe so tightly that, had been its own living, breathing entity as I had previously imagined, it would have been struggling mighty to do the latter.
My eyes were shut so tightly that a tear was pinched from the corner. Since my face was tilted forward, it ran down the side of my nose and dripped onto Tom's balls.
"Jesus, Aunt Deb!" Luke exclaimed. "Get that fucking dick!"
His praise made my heart grow two sizes. I could not see him, but I flashed a thumbs up in the general direction that his voice had come from. Tom was the one buried in my throat, but hearing his cousin cheer me on made me feel like I was making him happy, too.
Tom laid his hand, which had once been steering the ship, on the back of my head and sank his fingers into my luscious blonde hair. I fell to pieces in an instant, surrendering myself to the man that gripped me with such firm authority while I serviced him. I was still his mother, but at that moment I wanted to give him anything he wanted, even complete control.
"Mom," he said definitively whilst petting my hair, "look at me."
I opened my eyes and felt another tear stream down the side of my face. I blinked at him a couple of times, batting my eyes to look as innocent as possible while we both felt him ballooning in my gullet.
He brushed hair out of my eyes with his thumb. "Fuck. You are gorgeous, Mom."
"Hank hou, hoey," I gurgled around his fat dong, and felt a fat, juicy glob of spit dribble out of the corner of my mouth.
"Oh, God," Cleo sneered sarcastically. "You're gonna get them addicted to blowjobs if you don't dial it back."
She looked down at me - at my puffed out cheeks, the tears rolling down my face, and the saliva spilling from my plugged maw - and laughed so hard that she fell to her knees.
"Holy fuck, Deborah!" she howled amidst the giggle fit. "You look like a straight up pornstar!"
The boys narrowed their focus on me, and studied the scene of incestuous depravity as though they were analyzing a finely painted masterpiece.
Luke stroked his chin. "Hmm. She's kind of right, Aunt Deb."
"Yeah, Mom. You look like a wh--"
Cleo clapped her hands to shut him up in an instant. "Thomas!"
He recoiled. "W-what? What did I do?"
"I know you were not about to call your mother a whore, right?"
Tom squirmed in his seat. "Er, uh, no. But you called her that just before we left, didn't you?"
Cleo scoffed, then walked over next to me on her hands and knees. "She's your mother, Tommy. You can't call her that."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her scoot between Luke's legs. "To me, though, she's just my slutty little sister."
I popped Tom's dick out of my and, after slurping the messy strands of drool back into my mouth, shot her the dirtiest look I could. "You're the older one. You should have set a better example."
As though it were a casual occurrence, Cleo licked her palm and spat saliva into the center of it, then tightly coiled her slimy mitt around her son's fat cock head. She worked her hand back and forth a few times, spreading her homemade lube around the puffy knob until it was evenly coated.
"Come on, now," Cleo said as she stroked. "We both know you lost your virginity, like, two years before I did."
I blushed, because she was absolutely right. I had always been more sex-positive than her, but that part of me had been stamped out thanks to the dull, uninteresting sex that had come with marrying my husband. Being able to reawaken that forgotten part of me with Tom had already been a dream come true, and it was far from over.
I stuck a pinky out to her. "Fine. Truce?"
She rolled her eyes and accepted the peace offering. She had no sooner spoken than she dipped her head into Luke's lap and gobbled his shiny cock head between her pursed lips.
The tiny, insignificant barge quickly became the hottest spot on the water. Onboard were two loving, doting mommies with their gullets stuffed to the brim with swollen dongs. It was a scene that would have brought the nation to its knees.
Cleo and I took turns trying to outdo each other. Since we could not see each other when our boys were jammed into the back of our throats, the only way we could one-up the other was to produce wet, evocative sputtering sounds to drown each other out.
I choked on Tom's enormous cock, but held him in place while my body decried its own suffocation. I gagged, spitting up a gob of foamy saliva onto his dick that I quickly sucked down, much as I had when he would spill milk on the kitchen table as a boy. It seemed that a mommy was never finished cleaning up after her son, and I did blame him for being the one to make such a mess of me.
The boys clearly enjoyed being vessels for our competition, since neither of them had stopped moaning long enough to form a single coherent word. Their noises surely carried across the calm water, but I enjoyed the idea that some unwitting family was hearing my son wail like a banshee as I packed him into my throat.
One glance upward revealed that Tom, against his better judgment, had his eyes closed. I knew he was succumbing to pleasure, and hoped that he had paid enough mind to the water before shutting his eyes to ensure that we would not run aground.
I looked over at my sister, and she at me. We exchanged a knowing look that said everything we could not, given how full our mouths were. It had taken so much planning to get to where we were, and it still didn't feel real. That's quite a thing to claim about an experience that had us choking, gagging, spitting, and sucking by turns, but it's the truth.
I gave her a wink, then plunged myself as deep onto Tom's dick as my throat would permit, as if to say to her, "Look what I can do." My eye fluttered helplessly as I bore down, but I did not falter.
"Mom," Tom said urgently, "I'm gonna cum, like, really soon."
"Mmhmm, mm hmm," I said, though I was well aware that it did more to massage his dick as my tongue and jaw moved around than to actually communicate anything.
Luke laughed at his cousin for popping first. "Looks like I win, man."
"Fuck off, man," Tom mumbled. "She's been sucking me for way longer. That's not fair."
I heard Cleo release the suction seal around her son's cock. "Play nice, boys."
I swatted Tom's thigh and pointed a finger up at him. "Hmmm mmhm, mm!"
"Er, yeah," he said, though I knew he still had no idea what I was saying. "Sorry, Mom. Can I cum now? Please?"
I adored a boy with manners, and simply could not say no -- though even if he had not been so polite, I would have been inclined to say yes anyway. I did not appreciate the term "cum-slut," which had only ever been thrown around by my sister, but it was apt.
I had always loved the sensation of a man's hot, salted cream melting on my tongue, and the look of astonishment on his face when I swallowed it all in one gulp. It had made me quite popular in university, before I'd met my husband. His poor diet had made his cum taste like battery acid. Believe me when I say that I'd tried for years to improve the flavor, but to no avail.
With that in mind, I tried not to seem overeager for my son to dump his hot milk into my guts, where I would be able to feel it churning for the rest of the afternoon. Just thinking about it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I pulled my head back. "Ready, honey."
I opened my mouth and draped my tongue over my chin to create a gaping, red target for him to paint. I wiggled my tongue back and forth while I clenched my throat muscles, hoping to entrance him with the kaleidoscopic display.
Tom took one last look at the water for safety, then stared down at me. He wrapped a hand around his cock, but did not need to give it more than a few ceremonial strokes before announcing, quite loudly, that he was going to cum. I hoped that that poor hypothetical family still hadn't closed their windows.
My son fired one, then two, then three spurts of cum in rapid succession, quenching my insatiable thirst with a thick, buttery blanket. My tonsils swam in a pool of glue, into which Tom did not hesitate to add the remaining dribbles from his tip. I could feel a layer of goo pasted to my tongue, the flavour of which brought me back to my days as a dorm-room whore.
Few things in the world made me as happy as extracting cum out of a willing participant with just my hands and mouth, and that time I had barely even used my hands! The pleasure that I was giving my son gave me just as much fulfilment as an orgasm of my own -- well, almost as much.
Tom licked his lips. "Are you gonna... you know?"
I tilted my head to the left, making the mouthful of cum slosh to the side of my cheek and pool against my molars. "Ab I gobba wha?"
His eye nearly popped out of his head. Every word that I spoke was forced through the thick membrane of cum that plugged the back of my throat. When the words came out, they had to fight to break through to the surface.
I gargled further, aerating his cum so that it grew into a tower of bubbles that steadily built upon itself. The tower grew higher and higher, and I soon saw the tip of the monument breach the corners of my lips, where it seeped down the sides of my jaw and began to dribble onto my tits.
"What the fuck," Luke gasped.
Cleo turned to look at me, and popped Luke's dick from her mouth. "God, Deb. You still do that trick?"
I nodded happily, content to have built the tower as high as it needed to go. I used my fingertips to usher the stray lumps of cum into my open moth, then closed the hatch and swished the mouthful around in my swollen cheeks, tossing the butter over my taste buds on each pass.
I braced myself, digging my fingers into Tom's thighs as I threw his cum to the back of my throat. It took two large, concentrated swallows, both of which took a fair bit of effort, but it was worth the struggle. My son's babies plummeted into my belly and mingled with the pineapple spritzer from earlier, no doubt coaxing up the tiny, cute burp - I swear it was - that followed immediately after.
Luke swallowed dryly. "Um, can you do that, Mom?"
Cleo laughed. "Not a chance, muffin. Mommy doesn't swallow."
Without missing a beat, Luke turned to me and pleaded for me to intervene. "Please, Aunt Deb, please, please let me cum in your mouth."
"Ask your mother, Lucas," I insisted, not wanting to usurp her authority.
He literally clapped his hands together as though he were in prayer. "Mom, can Aunt Deb swallow for me? Your mouth feels so good, but... I mean, no girl has ever let me do that before!"
Cleo rolled her eyes and sat back on her butt, then motioned for me to take her place. "By all means, go ahead."
To balance out my sister's sour attitude, I seduced her son with the sweetest look of affectionate longing that I had ever performed whilst I slithered between his legs. It was easy to reach my pinnacle when it was in pursuit of one-upping her.
I put a finger to my lips and bit down on the nail. "Gosh, honey. You want me to put all that yummy cum in my tummy?"
He nodded so fast I feared he would throw himself off of the boat. His dick was so hard that it looked ready to near explode off of his body, so I knew I would not have to do much to encourage him.
"Oh, Jesus, Deb. You're being a brat," Cleo asserted.
I waved her off. "And you're being a prude. Now, begone; Mommy is hungry."
I turned to her son and brought my lips down to kiss his inner thigh. "Are you close, Lukey?"
"Y-yeah, Aunt Deb," he admitted. "Could you maybe, like, use your mouth, too?"
I smirked, filled with arrogance that he would request my mouth after having been so lovingly tended to by his mother. "Of course I can, sweetheart. Do you want it now?"
He nodded again.
I kissed up his thigh, inching towards the rock solid erection clutched in his hand. "Let go, Lukey. It's my turn."
He released his cock and put his hands by his sides, eagerly anticipating what I would do next. To me, there was only one option-- to put his dick in my mouth.
I closed my lips around the head and slid them down until he was jammed against my uvula. I massaged him with tender caresses of my silken throat flesh, undulating the walls around his member as its throbbing reached an apex.
Into each of my hands, I took one of his testicles and rolled them back and forth in my fingers. I weighed the heavy sack - much larger than my son's - and feared that the amount of cum he was about to produce would drown me. I thought about asking Cleo how much he had cum when they'd had sex, but it was too late to pause.
If I had pulled back, Luke's first triumphant eruption of cum would have stretched across my forehead and painted my hairline. Thankfully, I had him locked safely within my mouth, so neither that nor the following stream of salty syrup - which I deduced was at least twice the size of the first one - had a chance to fly freely.
Having my fear confirmed made my eyes widen, and though I was a fan of larger loads, I was caught off guard by the force with which Luke splattered my throat. For a brief second, despite how unlikely it was, I found myself seriously considering if he was peeing instead; that was how ridiculously long and solid the cable of cum had been. The taste, however, was too familiar to mistake.
It petered out quickly after that, as though his body had poured all of its energy into that second spurt, and I was soon nursing on his slowly softening cock with my cheeks puffed out from all that they were storing.
I slid him out fully, then pointed my open mouth to the ceiling so that he could gaze into the lake of translucent slime that clung to my teeth and dripped from the roof of my mouth.
"Whoa," he said.
"You got that right," Tom agreed, having joined him in staring into the pit of paste.
I thrived on their attention, and wanted to be at the center of it for as long as I could, but the taste of Luke's cum was so similar to my husband's that I found myself wishing with all my might to have Tom's sweet, tangy semen basting my tongue once more.
I buckled down, wincing as I tried, for the boy's enjoyment, to swallow it all at once. I got most of it down, but choked on a particularly petulant glob that refused to stop clinging to my throat. I shook my head and took a deep breath, then gulped down the remaining dollops. I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue about to prove that I had done what was requested of me, and waited patiently for my favorite part: the praise.
"That was amazing, Aunt Deb!" Luke cheered.
Trying to keep both of their huge, gooey loads in my stomach made me hiccup like I'd spent the night drinking. I could feel them resting like heavy, white mud in the bottom of my stomach. "Jesus, Luke. I've never swallowed that much before!"
"Who tasted better?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Does it have to be a competition?"
Both boys chimed in simultaneously with a resounding, "Yes."
I thought about it, or rather, pretended to. "In that case, I'm sorry, Lukey. You need to eat more pineapple."
Tom pumped his fists in the air. "Woohoo!"
"But still tasty, honey," I reassured him. "That's why I didn't spill a single drop."
Tom did a celebratory dance in his seat and took one long, final swig of his beer to finish it off.
Luke grabbed both of them a refreshment from the cooler. "I'm never gonna hear the end of this one."
I hiccuped again, and held a hand over my mouth out of reflexive embarrassment when everyone turned to look at me. "Oh, my goodness. Those little guys are kicking up quite a storm in there. I think I need some real food."
Luke was stunned. "You can feel them in there?"
I nodded and rubbed my belly, convincing myself that I could physically feel how bloated I was from the outside. "I sure can, honey. You two came a whole lot!"
Cleo stomped her foot. "That's why I don't swallow! Boys, apologize for making her seasick."
They did, but then Luke undermined his apology by saying, "You know, there's a joke in here about eating squid, but I can't seem to find it."
I held up a finger and turned away from him. "I do not want to hear it. Gimmie a sandwich, please."
I cuddled up beside Tom and rested my head on his shoulder. I chowed down on a turkey sandwich from the cooler while we tooted along on the water.
Beside us, Cleo was leaning against Luke with her feet up on the bench between me and her. Luke had one arm around her, and every so often would lean in to whisper something that made her giggle, then pepper her with a few quick smooches. It was amazing how quickly they took to acting like they were dating.
"Are we almost there?" I asked Tom.
He turned his head and gave me a peck on the lips, but I followed after him when he tried to pull away so our embrace would last a little longer. When we separated, he said, "Almost."
He kissed my knuckles, and my heart fluttered.
I hated how badly I longed to be twenty years younger so that he could be in my life forever. The vacation had barely begun, and yet I was already dreading its end.
"You okay, Mom?" he asked.
"Yeah, why?"
He chewed the inside of his cheek. "I dunno. You've just got this look in your eyes."
I grinned sheepishly. "I think they call that "puppy love," honey."
He blushed. "Well, then I puppy-love you, too."
It was music to my ears.
We arrived at the rock and found a spot to dock, then lay out our towels and to sunbathe on the massive stone slab. With the exception of the large, sprawling forest behind us, we were surrounded on all sides by calm, undisturbed water. It was serene, and sharing that moment with the three people I loved most in the world made it one of my most cherished memories.
We lay drank coolers while we watched the boys skip rocks. We also floated on pool noodles around the bay for a while, giving them time to bond without the constant request of sex hanging over their heads. I doubted that they cared, but we wanted to give them some time to have fun that was not entirely about making them cum.
We got out of the water to sunbathe before the clouds came in. I wished that I had brought a book with me, but had been so focused on sex that I had neglected to pack one.
I watched a crow flying overhead, casting its winged shadow down upon us. It performed a few customary circles, looping the bay a couple of times before abandoning its search for food and journeying off over the treeline behind us.
Oddly enough, in that moment, the ability to sprout wings and fly seemed a poor exchange for the freedom I had already been gifted. I would not have traded places with a single living soul, no matter the riches their life may have offered.
That daydream was interrupted by the call of nature, and I was thankful that I had only been feasting on a mostly-liquid diet that day. With the exception of half a turkey sandwich, there was nothing but alcohol and semen bubbling in my gut.
The wine coolers had gone through me in just over an hour, which was actually a record. I stood up and brushed the dirt off of my bottom, then reached out a hand for my sister. "I have to pee; come on."
She scowled at me from her towel where she was been sunbathing. "Please, no. The sun is perfect right now. Just go in the water!"
I slapped my hands on my thighs in defeat. "You're gonna make me go alone? What if there's--"
"There are no bears," Cleo asserted confidently. "You've been saying that since we were kids, and we literally never saw one."
"That's how they get you! They're crafty." In hindsight, it was possible that my fear of bears had led me to attribute greater intelligence to them than they deserved.
Tom paused his rock skipping contest and came over to us. "You need to pee? I'll come."
I flicked my eyes between him and my sister. "Listen, honey, I know some people think that's hot, but I'm not really into that."
It took a full three seconds - three long seconds - for him to process what I meant. When he finally did, he twisted his face in disgust. "Ew, Mom! No! I just meant to keep you company, damn."
I hurriedly beckoned him towards me with both hands. "Okay, okay, sorry! Just come now. I don't want to wait."
He reached out and took one of my hands, then pointed us towards a spot where the trees broke. "That's usually where we went as kids. It's pretty quiet."
"Great! Let's go."
I heard Cleo call Luke over as we marched off towards the trees, holding hands so that I would not stumble.
Tom held branches out of the way for me, allowing the pine needles to prick his naked chest so that I would be spared. I had raised such a wonderful little gentleman, and gave him a kiss on the cheek in passing as a reward.
I had not brought my flip-flops with me, and one look down at the bramble- and leaf-covered floor made me rethink my need to pee. "Um, you know what, I think I'll just go in the water."
He clicked his tongue. "Yeah, that's pretty gnarly."
Then, he backed up to a nearby tree trunk that was about a foot off of the ground. "Here, get on."
I arched an eyebrow. "Your back?"
He patted his shoulder with one hand. "Yeah! Come on, I'll carry you in."
My mouth curled into a precious smile at the prospect that his chivalry ran deep enough to risk cutting his feet just to keep me safe. I stood on the trunk, then wrapped myself around him like a human backpack. "Ready when you are, Mr. Strongbaby."
He lifted me higher on his back, then walked us deeper into the forest so I would have some privacy. I did not think that the others would spy on me, but a nervous bladder is not something that can be reasoned with.
True to his word, the location was indeed quiet-- too quiet. There were no birds chirping in the lofty canopy overhead, and the insects that surely populated the forest may as well have not existed. In their absence, only the soft howl of the wind blowing through the trees, and the soft trickling of a nearby stream, scored the scene.
I had Tom stand watch while I crouched behind a rock that I could lean on for balance, but I could not pee with him standing close enough to hear me-- not while the woods were mute.
"Can you, like, sing a song or something?" I asked him.
He chortled, then realized I was being serious. "But you were just gargling cum like it was... I dunno, sugar water or something! You're that grossed out by me hearing you pee?"
"Yes!" My bladder would not budge.
"Okay! Okay, um... twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are..." It was not a contemporary song, but it was the perfect white noise to distract me.
He had to run through the song a few times before I actually felt relaxed enough to pee, but I got the sense that he would have heroically performed the ballad as many times as I'd required.
I finished, and stood up with a look on my face that must have seemed judgemental, because Tom was quick to defend himself before I said a word.
"It was all I could think of! I panicked!"
"You know," I said, "most deejays do requests. I would have asked for something less, um - how should I say this - 'nursery rhyme I sang to you as a baby' and more 'Billboard top twenty.'"
He shook his head. "Great, I'll be sure to remember that for next time."
Hand in hand, we headed back to the boat. As we approached it, an animalistic grunting caught our attention.
As we cleared the treeline, the image of my sister on her hands and knees, with her son thrusting behind her, came into view. They were facing us, but were so occupied by their spur-of-the-moment breeding session that they did not see us walk up.
I folded my arms across my chest. "And what are you two doing?"
Cleo looked up at me and stuck her tongue out. "Round two! We're almost done. Aren't we, Lukey?"
The boy released a hearty bellow as he pounded his mother, completely undisturbed by our presence as he drove his dick into her - by the sound of it - soaking wet cunt. He was hypnotized by watching her blubbery ass ripple like a puddle of milk every time he slammed in.
Tom whistled in admiration. "Damn, Aunt Cleo. Your ass is insane!"
She gushed with joy over the sincere compliment. "That's so sweet, Tommy. It looks even better from behind. Ask your cousin!"
"It's like it's made of pudding!" Luke exclaimed with glee as he played bongo drums on her round cheeks.
"Seriously," Tom said. "You could be in porn, I think."
Cleo giggled, and I knew that she'd put some extra effort into making it sound cutesy. "You're just trying to flatter me now. Well, if you ever want, you can-- oh! Sorry, Tommy. Give me one second."
She craned her neck to face her son, whose eyes were shut tightly. "It's okay, muffin. Just let it out."
Tom gawked. "You knew he was gonna cum? How?"
Cleo perked up, happy that her talent was being recognized. "Of course! I can always tell when a man is flexing in that special way. And theeeeere he goes. Good boy, Lukey. Dump it all out!"
Luke pulled his dick out, making the cum-coated monster spring up against his abdomen. The sudden release of tension threw a fat rope of cum - the length of two gummy worms tied together - into the air in a near-perfect arc.
The cable splattered against Luke's upper chest, with a couple errant flecks landing on his collar bone as well.
He fell backwards onto the towel that they had laid on the ground in an exhausted, happy heap. "That was amazing, Mom."
Cleo rolled onto her back and lifted her legs into the air, encouraging her son's cum to pool around her womb so she would be more likely to conceive. "You did such a good job, sugar. Thank you."
She looked happier than I remembered her looking on the day she'd delivered him, which she had always claimed was the happiest day of her life. Her unabashed smile made me wonder if being creampied by that same baby boy had shuffled the ranking.
Tom fidgeted next to me. "Uh, Mom? Could we do it, too?"
I would have said yes in a heartbeat, but a rumble in my stomach beat me to it. Apparently, half a sandwich was not enough to balance out the double dose of cum that was sloshing around inside me. While I assumed it had been a hunger pang, it had nevertheless disturbed the calm, cummy waters marinating in my belly. That agitation brought a tiny bubble to the surface whose taste was a culinary fusion of flavours from both boys.
I put a hand over my mouth and faced away from my son to release it. "Oh, gosh. Well, I think I need to eat something more than half a sandwich. So--"
I motioned to the boat. "--maybe we can talk about doing that once we're onboard?"
Cleo gave me annoyed groan. "Fine, just give me five minutes. Otherwise it's all gonna drip out of me when I stand up."
The cooler only had a few bottles of beer left. Cleo and I had drunk through our entire stock, and the sandwiches had disappeared a few minutes after we'd docked.
Once she was satisfied that Luke's cum had soaked in, she pinched her legs together and stood up, announcing that we could finally depart. It had only been a few minutes, but I was so eager to get back on the boat that it had felt closer to an hour.
We packed the cooler and towels onto the barge while Luke untied us. He picked up the buoys, then gave Tom the signal to peel away from the shore. We waved goodbye to our sanctuary for the next lucky family to enjoy, leaving behind only footprints-- and maybe a glob of cum that had slipped by during the cleanup.
The boat picked up speed as we exited the quiet bay, and we were back on the open water in no time. I snuggled up to Tom so that the wind would not bother me so much, leaving the other half of the blowjob bench to our cohorts.
Luke was tucked into the corner against the wall of the ship with his legs outstretched on the chair in front of him. His mother, the clinger that she was, had laid herself on him like a blanket, and was slowly raking her fingers through his chest hair in blissful comfort.
Luke reached into the cooler by his feet and grabbed the final two beers inside. He handed one to out captain, and they clinked them together.
"You better catch up, man," Luke teased after a big swig.
Tom was puzzled. "To who?"
Luke pointed at himself, then to his mother. "To us, bro! We're at two already."
Cleo held up two fingers in a peace sign, then wiggled them back and forth.
I hated that they were ahead of us, and felt invigorated by the spirit of competition. I was not always competitive, but felt particularly defensive over the subject.
"Take your shorts off, honey." I demanded.
Tom's head spun in a full circle. "What, now? But I just opened my drink!"
I stood up and faced him, exposing my fleshy ass cheeks - which had entirely swallowed the string of my bikini - to anyone in view. The thin floss disappeared between them, but it was not just my hungry butt chewing on the fabric. My pussy, with her plump, meaty lips, had snared the front of my suit so deeply that, when I probed around with my finger, I could feel more pussy meat than I did bathing suit.
I batted my eyelashes at him "Are you sure you wanna finish your drink first?"
His stare was unblinking. "M-maybe not."
I smiled with one side of my mouth. "How can Mommy convince you?"
The starved beast liked his lips with wild hunger in his eyes-- hunger for me. "Let me see it."
I pointed to the tiny shred of fabric that still kept me modest, though that modesty was a technicality. The pink meat of my pussy was still hidden behind the veil, but the way my pudgy lips hugged the sides of it would have gotten me kicked out of any public pool.
"You wanna say hi?" I piped up.
Tom nodded, refusing to let his eyes close for a single second.
With one hand, I pulled the bikini bottoms out from between my lips, dragging the soggy string to the surface like I was pulling in an anchor. Then, I tugged them to the side and blessed my son with a full-frontal visual of my exposed cunt.
I used the fingernails on my free hand to gentle comb through the triangle of blonde hair atop my mound, petting the furry runway to fluff it up a little bit. My bathing suit had stamped it down, and I wanted it to look soft and fluffy for my boy.
"Here she is," I cooed warmly. "Miss her, honey?"
"Fuck yes."
"Good! She missed you, too."
One look at his crotch, and the tent that it had begun to form there, confirmed that a simple flash had revved his engine.
I wanted him at full strength, so I peeled my slickened petals apart with both hands. "Mommy's already wet for you, sweetheart."
"Fuck," he grunted. "I can see that."
I released my lips and they snapped shut, sealing away the succulent pink meat that his cock longed to explore. I lifted one hand to my mouth and dribbled a gob of foamy saliva onto my fingertips. With my fingers slickened, I reached down to push two of them into myself.
"Ohhh, honey," I sang to him. "Mommy's so warm, too."
His cock flexed, aching to be freed from the netted prison of his bathing suit. Finally, I knew he was ready for me, but it was so much fun to tease him that I wanted to drag it out for just a bit longer.
I motioned for him to give me his hand. "Wanna feel?"
"Yes!" he yelped, likely louder than he had intended.
I took him by the wrist and guided his towards my pussy. I slid his middle finger between my lips, which took very little effort thanks to how slippery I'd become.
He was struggling to keep an eye on the water. He would force himself to tear away from me just long enough to confirm that we would not hit something, then instantly glue his eyes to my pussy again.
It tickled me how smitten he was. I took great pleasure in being able to summon his - mostly - undivided attention with just a tug of my swimsuit. No man had ever been so fervently obsessed with me, and it gave me great pride to have enchanted one that was half my age. Being with Tom made me feel twenty years younger, and I did not want to grow up again.
I let go of his wrist and stepped closer to him so that my legs were between his knees. From his seated position, I was finally the one with a height advantage, so I coiled my arms around his head in a loose hug that buried his face in my cleavage.
I kissed the top of his head. "Was Mommy right?"
"Uh-huh," he repeated lamely.
He curled his finger at an angle that allowed it to easily dip into me, and one tiny shove was all it took for him to sink all the way to the bottom. He had always had large hands, and with them came a middle finger that was long enough to touch my cervix.
"Oh, my," I purred. "Can you feel that, honey?"
He prodded the spongy wall a couple of times and emitted a muffled growl from between my heavy breasts. I knew that was the most I would get out of him at the moment.
I clenched down on his finger. "That's where our little girl is gonna go, once you put her there."
Tom tilted his head back, peering up at me over the curve of my boobs. "We're having a girl?"
I nodded happily. "I hope so, honey. Mommy is gonna do her best not to make another troublemaker. Her daddy was quite the handful when he was little!"
"I can't believe this is all real. It's crazy!"
I kissed his forehead. "Love makes people do crazy things."
Luke cleared his throat to get Tom's attention, which dragged both of us out of our daze.
"Hey, man. Not to worry you--" He pointed to something in the water ahead of us. "--but you've got another sixty seconds before you cleave that dock in half."
Sure enough, ahead of us lay a dock that had drifted further from shore than the others-- which had likely been secured by people who actually knew what they were doing.
"Shit!" Tom spun the wheel in the opposite direction of the dock. "Thanks, man."
Luke saluted him. "No worries, Captain."
With our path cleared, the opportunity to fuck my son was once again live. I didn't want us to crash while he was distracted, and but I did want to get him inside of me as quickly as possible.
Two birds, one stone, I thought with an inward chuckle.
I put my hands on Tom's shoulders and pushed him against the backrest of the blowjob bench. "Can I get on now, honey?"
His eyebrows scaled his forehead to reach a new height. "You're gonna ride me?"
I smirked and spun around so that my ass was facing him. "Only if you promise to knock me up this time."
"I-I'll try," Tom insisted earnestly.
I gave my right cheek a firm smack with my open palm. The sharp clap echoed across the lake, carrying over the water until it bounced back to us in the form of a standing ovation.
That had been the starter pistol that encouraged Tom to yank his shorts around his ankles. His towering erection was fully engorged, and throbbed happily when it laid its tiny, singular eye on me.
I wrenched my bathing suit from between my tightly sealed cheeks. "Ready?"
"Wait," Tom urged. "Can you take them off, actually? I want to feel your whole ass sitting on me."
I liked where his head was at. I knew there was a modicum of risk involved with being completely bottomless, but he'd been compliant when asked to do the same, so I felt it unfair to deny him the pleasure of having my soft, pillowy rump flattened into a pancake in his lap.
I pointed to my bottoms. "Pull them down for me, sweetheart."
Without taking a breath, Tom tugged them to the floor. While he was bent over, he placed a kiss on my bare bottom that lingered for a few seconds. He sucked some of the plump dough into his mouth and gave it a long, exaggerated lick before pulling away.
"You're so soft, Mom," he professed.
"I moisturize, silly. Every woman does!"
Cleo held a fist in the air in solidarity. "Hear, hear."
Not to be outdone by Tom, his cousin expressed similar appreciation for his own mother's silken skin. "You're hella soft, too, Mom."
"I know, muffin. Thank you, but hush! I wanna watch."
My heart could still not decide what to feel in response to having an audience-- fear, or excitement. It was a sickly combination of both, and though I felt it leaned heavier on the latter, I still chose not to look back at the perverted voyeurs as they watched me straddle my son.
Tom had put his knees together to make it easier for me to climb on, so I threw my leg over him and hovered my sodden slit over his cock.
It was not a perfect fit; the bottom of the steering wheel pressed into my tummy, but I would have accepted any position that led to him putting his dick in me. To that end, I lowered my ass into his lap until I had lodged his bulging cock head between my petals.
It plugged the mouth of my vagina, easily stretching the snug seal to force me to accommodate his impressive girth. Its elasticity was pushed to its limit, pulled so tightly that I felt a subtle hint of pain sneak in alongside the uproarious pleasure.
The base of my spine tingled, and as I sat further down - accepting inch after inch into my cozy cunt - the tingles travelled upwards, matching my steady pace. When his cock reached the bottom, the electricity reached my brain. It fried my circuits to a crisp, shutting down my senses for a brief moment while the computer restarted.
"F-f-fuuuuuck!" I wailed ignorantly.
Tom clapped a hand over my mouth. "Jesus, Mom!"
He held his hand there, providing cover so that I could dump a noisy groan into his palm. My eyes unfocused, my vision narrowing to a vignette with hundreds of dancing black dots that stained my window to the world.
When I came to, or whatever one would call it, my bum was resting on his thighs. Heaps of cheek fat spilled over the sides of his legs, and I hoped that the poor boy could handle the heat.
"Oh, god, Tommy," I heaved. "Mommy forgot how big you are!"
He snickered. "And now the whole lake knows, too."
Tom placed his arm over my tummy like a seat belt, holding me in place as I ground on him. My ass was so fat that I saw no use in bouncing on him with such little space. Even if I'd lifted myself up a few inches, my blubbery bottom would still have been touching his legs.
He did not seem to mind the lack of bouncing. When I would clench my walls around him, he would flex in reply to let me know that he was extremely happy where he was. "How do you make it so tight?" he asked.
I bore down with all my strength, but did not show it. I wanted my power to seem effortless, but I nearly pulled a muscle from how hard I clenched up. "Like that?"
"Like that," he grunted.
Luke gasped. "Oh damn, dude. Is she doing the pussy hug thing?"
Through gritted teeth, Tom spat out, "Fuck, yeah!"
"My mom does that, too!"
Tom huffed. "Yeah, but my mom is probably tighter." Even with his dick in the warmest, wettest place it could be, my son still took the time to banter with his cousin.
Boys will definitely be boys, I said to myself.
Cleo would not stand for that slander. "Excuse you, Tommy? You don't think my pussy is tight, too?"
I leaned forward on the steering wheel and wiggled my butt back and forth. "Uh-oh, you've done it now."
"Ha!" Cleo turned her attention to me. "You're the one who should be worried. I have half a mind to let him fuck me just to see how wrong he is!"
It was hard to be appear threatening while battling my body's need to quiver as remnants of lightning surged through my limbs, but I had to try. "Your pussy isn't going anywhere near my son."
I knew that she was only teasing me, and would never break the deal we had made to avoid fucking each other's boy. When we got pregnant, there would be absolutely no question about who the respective dads were.
Besides, I could not bear the thought that Luke might accidentally get us both pregnant, leaving Tom feeling rather excluded. I was going to grant my son the gift of fatherhood at any cost, and that included depriving myself of the admittedly extraordinary third leg that my nephew lugged around.
I chastised myself for thinking about a cock other than Tom's. Focus, girl! You've got a baby to make!
When I had leaned forward and grabbed hold of the steering wheel, the leverage provided by the new angle had granted a bit of space so that I could lift my ass up a few inches. It was not much, but gave me just enough room to slither half of his cock out of me.
I distributed my weight between the wheel and my feet, which were firmly planted on the floor. Doing so isolated my hips, allowing me to drop my ass into his lap, and lift it back up, without the rest of my body bouncing around.
I threw my meaty cheeks onto my son, making them clap lecherously when they collided on the down stroke. In one clean stroke, his dick had disappeared inside. The velvet burrow hugged him tightly, painting his length with juices to welcome him home.
"Yeah, yeah," he chanted. "Do that again."
I paused my routine pussy clenching and fidgeted in his lap. "Manners, young man."
He sighed. "Please, Mom, do that again."
"Yeah, Auntie Deb!" Luke added. "Make it clap!"
I wanted to entertain them, so I raised my hips and peeled my gooey cunt off of Tom's dong, but paused at the top when I caught something out of the corner of my eye.
It was a boat, which was not unusual on the water. It was a big lake, after all -- big enough, in fact, that there was absolutely no reason for that specific boat to be heading straight towards us when there was so much space for them to pass by.
The front of the watercraft was pointed straight at us, making its intentions clear-- they were coming over. The distance between us was roughly two school busses, and at their pace they would be next to us in mere seconds.
"Fuck," I muttered. "Fuck, shit."
None of them had seen the boat yet, so I must have seemed a raving lunatic when I burst out in curses.
I pointed to the boat without making it too obvious. "Tommy, stop the boat. Someone's coming."
"What? What?" His first question had been out of confusion, and the second out of panic. He then narrowed his eyes at the boat. "Thank god. It's just the Duncans."
They were a family of four, with two girls about Tom's age, who often hung out with us while we were all up at the cottage. We had not made plans to see them that weekend, and I had not expected a surprise visit. They must have seen out boat on the water and, after incorrectly assuming that we were all wearing pants, decided to say hello.
They were nice people, but in that moment they were my worst enemies.
Tom breathed a sigh of relief and parked the boat. "I thought it was the cops or something."
I steadied my racing heart with a steady breath, then reminded my son exactly why the Duncan's were worse than the cops. "Honey, you're still inside of me." I squeezed my pussy to grab his attention. "I can't get up; I don't have bottoms on. They'll see my pussy!"
"I-- uh, yeah. I know, fuck. Okay, this is bad."
Luke shushed us, stifling the growing panic that had us getting louder as the Duncans got closer. "Guys, chill. I can barely see over the sides of our boat, and theirs is super low to the water." He continued staring at the boat. "Besides, I think it's just one guy in there."
He was right. The speedboat heading towards us - which had a single person onboard -sat so far below us that Paul Duncan would be staring up at us. Everything below my tits would be covered by the metal siding.
I reached down and patted Tom's leg reassuringly. "It's gonna be okay. Stay calm. He won't suspect a thing."
I had thought there might have been a chance that the horror of being discovered by someone that we knew would reduce Tom's colossal erection to its regular size, but I was feeling quite the opposite reaction inside of me.
If I was reading the signs right, it seemed that mentioning my intention to continue fucking him secretly - under the nose of our ignorant family friend - had ignited a wicked excitement in him. His cock had flexed powerfully, inflating its bulb against my womb, as the thought had crossed his mind.
I'd jumped a little when he'd throbbed. "Oh! Jeez, honey. Do you... I mean, does that turn you on?"
"A little," he whispered.
That, in turn, ignited a similar passion in me. I had never experimented with public stuff like that before, and the chance to do so made my tummy flip in a delectable way. If Tom was turned on, I wanted to feed whatever kink was responsible for it.
I strained my neck to look at him over my shoulder. "You like that? You wanna dump a secret load in Mommy's lil' baby box in front of Mr. Duncan?"
He tightened his grip around my stomach. "Mom, seriously. Y-you have to stop, or they're gonna-- hey, Mr. Duncan! How are you?"
Tom was cut short by the arrival of the Paul's boat. He pulled up beside us and threw a tether to Luke, who then tied us together.
"I'm good, son!" Paul announced. "But please, call me Paul."
Tom winced. "Sorry. How are you, Paul, sir?"
The heavyset man fixed his glasses, then rubbed his double chin. "Are you sure he should be driving that boat, Debbie?"
I waved away his concern, and used the exaggerated hand motion to subtly grind on Tom a few times. "He's just had a bit too much sun; that's all." I turned to face him, and erased all but motherly affection from my face. "Isn't that right, sweetheart?" To underscore my point, I gripped his thigh with steel fingers.
"Y-yeah," he offered weakly, desperate for someone else to become the conversational target.
"Well, either way--" Paul pointed a finger at Tom. "--I hope you're treating the old gal right without your dad around."
Tom was stunned, which I feared more likely to give us away more than the nervous rambling that his silence was keeping at bay. After a few seconds of pure, unadulterated awkwardness, he spat out, "Ah, the boat! Yes! Yes, she's in good hands."
Though he often seemed an aloof goof, Luke was surprisingly intelligent when it came to social situations. He noticed the break in conversation and jumped in to quickly divert the focus away from his cousin.
"So, Paul." He all but waved his hands to distract the man. "What are you hauling back there? Two-stroke, four-stroke, what?"
Paul slapped his rounded gut. "Ha! Listen to her purr; that's a two-stroke if I ever heard one!"
The two of them shared a laugh, giving me time to check in with my son, whose nervous quivering was making my ass cheeks jiggle. With the heat off of us, I figured I could plop my ass onto him at least once without drawing suspicion.
I acted like I was shuffling in my seat, and raised my ass as high as it would go without having him pop out of me. I checked to make sure that Paul was still being kept busy, then flung myself backwards and devoured his entire length.
As soon as the dust had settled, and my quaking ass cheeks had stopped rippling, I felt an energized pulsation surge through Tom's cock. My eyes widened a bit, and I battled the impulse to look down and see if my tummy was bulging from the outside when it expanded to its full size.
"M-mom, Mom, Mom," he squeaked softly, scratching at my thighs with his nails. I knew exactly what he was trying to tell me.
I leaned back to put my weight on his chest, and whispered into his ear, "I know, I know. Can you hold it?"
He shook his head like he'd used to when I'd insisted that he finish the vegetables on his dinner plate. "No, no, no." There was certain panic in his voice, and as a good mother I dearly wished to alleviate him of that stress. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
I kissed his temple. "Shhh, shhh, honey. It's okay, I'm not mad. You're being so brave for me."
He whimpered pathetically, though I did not look down on him for being so vulnerable. My baby boy was helpless to resist the way my cunt coaxed the cum out of him with its loving, slippery caress.
I prided myself on being able to reduce him to a blubbering, repetitive mess, and respected him just as deeply for being able to express that without trying to act tough.
"So, Tommy," Paul chimed in, just as the first spurt of cum was plastered against my spongy cervix. "How does it feel to be done with school?"
"So, so, soooo good," Tom groaned, embellishing the sentiment to disguise what he was really gushing over. "It feels fucking amazing!"
His dick flung its sticky cream into the bottom of my cunt, saturating the mouth of my womb with a thick glaze.
I swooped in to stop him from exposing us. "We're all very proud of him for graduating. I'm rewarding him as we speak!"
Tom gulped, his fractured bliss shattering when he thought I had given us up-- as if I would ever do that!
"With a weekend at the cottage, of course. We've been pampering them all day, in fact." I punctuated my acclaimed pampering with a mighty clench around Tom's song as he launched another missile of hot glue into my guts.
"Well, congratulations, son," Paul said as he motioned for Luke to untie our rope tether. "Anyhow, I don't want to keep you folks from your fun, just wanted to come say hi."
I grinned at him and prayed that he could not see the vein in my temple throbbing when I scrunched my cunt around Tom's cock. "I'm happy you did, Paul."
I was looking through Paul as though he were a spirit, barely registering our eye contact. Tom emptied another soupy rocket from the tip of his cock, and inflated in just the right way to make him bulge against my g-spot, making my eyelid flutter uncontrollably.
"Al--" The words stuck to my throat. "Always a pleasure, Paul." I gave him a smile to cover my tracks, but the look of concern on his face told me that he did not entirely buy it.
I felt invincible, and to test the limit of that power I lifted two of my fingers in front of my sister's face and made a peace sign, then wiggled my fingers back and forth. I had tied the score, and could not resist the urge to rub it in her face just as she had to me.
"Er, okay then!" He sat back down at the wheel of his boat, then turned back. "Oh, I almost forgot. We're doing a firework thing on Sunday for Josie's birthday. You're all welcome to stop by if you wanna see something explode!"
Something already is exploding! I smirked at my humorous thought.
"Thanks, Paul," I said instead. "We'll think about it."
He started the engine. "Heck, you'll probably see them from your place, anyway!"
The jolly, bespectacled man waved goodbye as he drove off, but my heart did not stop racing until he was completely out of sight. I could feel Tom's heart pounding against my back even faster than mine. It seemed that neither of us could believe what we'd just gotten away with.
I leaned forward again and lifted myself off of Tom. His dick flopped out, and dragged a healthy dollop of cum out along with it.
I collapsed on his chest, eager to purge my legs of the lactic acid that was making them burn so fiercely. I was exhausted, but more than that, I was ecstatic. I felt like we had just gotten away with murder -- and right in front of the metaphorical cops, no less!
Tom wrapped both of his arms around me and kissed the nape of my neck. He did not say anything, but communicated everything through his touch alone. We were perfectly in sync; I understood every word.
Cleo was the first to speak up. "Holy fuck! That was close."
Tom breathed all of the air out of his lungs at once, as though he had been holding it ever since Paul had arrived. "I feel like my heart is gonna explode."
"Yeah, man," Luke said. "Even I wouldn't do some crazy shit like that."
"You two are fucking crazy," my sister agreed.
"Well, you know what they say." I kissed my wonderful son on the cheek. "Love makes people do crazy things!"
As true as that statement felt, I had never before experienced the type of adventurous love that had begun to blossom between me and Tom. I wanted to explore it; I wanted to feed it; I wanted it to grow from a tiny bean in my womb into a child that we could love together.
The first day was not yet over, and already I was wondering what else lay ahead for us. I knew I would have happily spent the rest of our vacation on my back, letting my son empty as much baby batter into me as he could, but there was so much more that I wanted to try.
We had already gotten two creampies out of the way, and my brain ran wild with thoughts of what else we could try that would give me a similar adrenaline rush to the one I'd had being inseminated in front of Paul.
I knew that whatever it was, I would be game for it if it made my son happy.
Nothing in the entire world could have sounded better to me.