Chapter 4
In the morning, Vickie awakened with a head-splitting hangover. To make matters worse, every muscle in her body ached from where she had bumped into furniture and fallen the night before. She staggered to the kitchen and managed to force down two aspirins while waiting for the coffee to perk. Two cups later, the little men in her head stopped hammering at the backs of her eyeballs. Then she drew a tub of very hot water, to which she added a double portion of bath oil. Perhaps she could soak out some of the pains in her muscles. After soaking for forty minutes in the oily water she emerged feeling as limp as Salvador Dali's "Wet Watches."
She had been a fool to worry about Jeff the night before and, in the process, drink herself into temporary oblivion. She knew that he was a good boy who would never do anything to hurt her. She knew that, in order to maintain her sanity, she had to bring this insane jealousy under control and yet she seemed powerless to quell it. It was as sick as the relationship which had spawned it.
When Jeff awakened she was moaning in pain.
"What's the matter, mom?" he asked with genuine concern.
"Everything. I shouldn't complain because I deserve all of my aches and pains for being such a stupid bitch but my poor back feels like I'd been run over by a steamroller." Vaguely she remembered having tripped on the telephone cord and crashing into the marble-topped cocktail table.
"Would you like for me to rub your back?" he asked, knowing that no female ever answered "no" to this question.
"Oh, would you, darling? I don't deserve it but I would appreciate it. There's a bottle of lotion in the bathroom."
Jeff poured some of the magical fluid into the palm of his hand to warm it before applying it to her skin. Then as she lay flat on her stomach he straddled her hips and began kneading her neck and shoulders. She grinned appreciatively as he massaged her tortured back with his strong young hands.
"Oh, Jeff, that's heavenly. You really know where all the little aches and pains are."
In the position he had assumed, astride her rump, his cock had fallen limply into the crevice between her buttocks. As he leaned on her shoulders to massage them he felt his penis wedging down between the twin orbs of her lovely posterior. The contact thrilled Jeff and soon his cock was arising in appreciative awareness of the potentialities of the close proximity to her tan sex tunnel. If Vickie noticed, she made no sign. Perhaps she was concentrating too much on his massage of her sore muscles. If she did feel the rapidly increasing interest that his burgeoning prick was showing in her anal area, she gave no indication of the fact. As he moved down her back and even massaged the cheeks of her ass, he moved them apart with the palms of his hands until the little tan doughnut winked up at him invitingly. When he poured some more of the lotion into the palms of his hands he managed to spill some that ran down the crack and coated his rock-hard cock and the tight tan stricture it planned to enter.
Vickie was lying so still on her stomach that Jeff wondered if she had fallen asleep. Now, as he applied an upward pressure to both sides of her spine with the palms of his hands, he applied an even stronger upward pressure with his prick against the very center of the rectum until he felt the head force its way into the entry-way and gradually burrow into her tight canal until his balls were pressed tightly against the very base of that rear valley between the lovely hillocks of her ass. Jeff had never fucked a girl up the ass before. It was strangely different; much tighter and hotter than in front. There was something ultra personal about the sensation: somehow the contact seemed even more intimate than feeling his prick in his mother's cunt. Vickie gave no hint that she was even aware that he had slipped his cock into her ass-hole while he distracted her with the firm massage. Surely no one could be that distracted! Just to be on the safe side he synchronized the entry and withdrawal of his prick to the movement of his hands as they rubbed and massaged her back. As he worked his way down her spine he pulled out until only the glans was still entrapped and then as his hands moved upward so did his throbbing shaft until it was again balls-deep in her hot tight ass-hole.
He was rapidly losing interest in rubbing her back now. His hands grasped her buttocks and forced them as wide open as possible while he lunged and thrust to get as deep down in her tender ass-hole as he could. The head of his cock was rubbing against her lower intestines with each stroke into the base of the hot pulsating tunnel. Today it had been her turn to play possum but she couldn't keep up the unaware act any longer. She humped her rump up to meet his every stroke now and really fucked him back. He loved the way her soft buttocks caressed his inner thighs and lower stomach as he sank full depth into her rear.
"Oh, God, Jeff, that's perfect. Your beautiful cock is rubbing right against my sore tail bone. When I asked you to give me a massage I never dreamed that you'd do it from the inside too. I think I'm going to cum. Keep buggering me deep and hard and make the colored lights flash for me. Can you cum too? Do you want to shoot your hot love juice in my ass?"
"Yes, mom, I want to cum in your beautiful ass. It's so hot and tight. Oh, God, mom, I'm so hot. I want to cum now. NOOOOWWW, MOOOOOMMMMM!" Jeff moaned ecstatically.
"OH, NOW, JEFF, NOOOOOWWWWW! OH, MY GOD, WHAT A CUM!" she moaned in unison.
The moment Jeff pulled out of her rear and crawled off her, Vickie scrambled from the bed and rushed for the bathroom. She wasn't sure that she would make it in time.
When she returned to bed, Jeff was propped up on two pillows examining his limp prick.
She bent over him and in a single gulp she took every bit of his big deflated cock into her mouth and throat. Her lips grazed the pubic hairs and soon his cock became rock hard and her tongue flicked out to torment the urethral tube where it entered its source of supply in his balls.
At this point Jeff was glad that his head was still propped up on the pillows. It gave him a good vantage point from which to look down and watch that lovely head of his mother go up and down on his prick. She really knew how to suck a cock. Her tongue never stopped flicking at the nerve centers for an instant and when she wedged it deep down in her throat she made little swallowing motions that pumped and sucked on the embedded shaft like a velvet-gloved milking machine. She was making those little animalistic moans through her nostrils now and caressed and gently squeezed his balls with her cool fingers as though begging them for their precious contents. She sucked voraciously, attacking his drooling dong like a vacuum cleaner as all of the little suction forces inside of her mouth and throat were brought into play to extract the liquid pearls of his manhood. Jeff tried to hold back in order to enjoy the lovely oral assault upon his privates as long as he could. Moments later he realized that there was no resisting her wanton sucking. It started deep down in his groin and bubbled upward like a boiling cauldron until the explosive charge deep within him blasted forth into the deep depths of her throat as he felt the very dregs of his manhood drained forth into her oral interior.
At times like these, Jeff often thought that he and his mother were involved in some weird science-fiction experiment of perpetual motion in the life cycle process. Now she had melted his bones, muscles and marrow and they were all running out of that little slit in his glans back into the dark abyss of her femininity from which they had emerged.
After breakfast Vickie shampooed her hair while Jeff looked at the morning paper. Later, when she emerged from the bathroom, she was taken aback to see him going through the want ads and marking some of them with a red felt pen.
"Thinking about buying a car?" she asked, trying to keep it casual.
"No, I don't need a car. I'm looking for a job. Now that school days are over, work days should begin," he explained.
"What's the big rush? Relax awhile. It's not like we were hurting for money. We can make out just fine without you jumping headlong into the world of business and finance." The fact of the matter was that the mere thought of Jeff going off to work each day struck terror into Vickie's heart. It was bad enough having him in school, rubbing elbows, and heaven knows what else, with all that young pussy every day. Somehow she had managed to live through all of that and now she had him at home all to herself. A job would mean that he would be thrown together with a whole new stable of young quim for eight hours a day. Surely, one of the little bitches would appeal to him and then it would all start. There would be phone calls saying he had to work late at the office. Later, it would be the story that the boss was sending him out of town for a few days. The world was full of Sallys. At thirty-five, Vickie realized that it would become increasingly difficult for her to keep fighting off other females half her age. Ultimately, the day would come when her large breasts would droop, her skin would look its age and Jeff would prefer the firm lithe body of a girl his own age. It was the major dread of Vickie's life. It would be like losing Roy all over again. Life could be terribly cruel to a woman who asked so little of it. This job idea of his was a feather in the breeze.
"What's the big rush about getting a job. You've worked hard enough just getting out of school. You deserve a vacation. Rest awhile. There will always be jobs. I thought that maybe later this summer we might treat ourselves to a little vacation trip, perhaps Hawaii. Wait until we get back. That'll be plenty of time to think about going to work. After all, it's not like we needed the money," she coaxed him away from the classified ads. When he wasn't paying attention Vickie threw them out.
The storybooks spoke in glowing terms of life becoming a perpetual honeymoon for the lucky lovers. This is precisely what happened to Jeff but he found it becoming increasingly dull. He yearned for outside contacts and activities but Vickie grew more and more possessive with each passing day. He used to enjoy going shopping at the supermarket with her but she had the wild idea that the check-out girl was flirting with him and so she began ordering their groceries by phone. They were a pair of hermits in the middle of the big city.
The once-busy phone never rang anymore. It seemed a waste of money not to have the service disconnected. Vickie kept it just in case of a rare emergency. On the infrequent occasions when the doorbell rang they seldom bothered to answer. It was probably either a door-to-door salesman or a delivery.
Their incestuous relationship had developed into an all-powerful obsession with Vickie and this turned their apartment home into a self constructed prison. Even their sex activities became routine and dull, often performed for the sheer want of something to do. If it hadn't been for television they would surely have lost their minds. It was their only contact with the outside world. Vickie became involved in the endless procession of problems faced by the characters in the daytime soap operas. They were her only friends now. Jeff, meanwhile, became an avid fan of every televised sports event.
As the summer dragged by their situation degenerated rapidly. One night in mid-August, Jeff had a wet dream. It brought him to the realization that he had not screwed his mother for over a week now. They were beginning to get bored even with sex.
"Whatever happened to that Hawaiian vacation idea?" he asked Vickie.
"I thought about it just the other day, but you had never mentioned it again and I thought perhaps you weren't so hot on the idea after all. If you'd still like to go, let's go down and see a travel agent and make our reservations."
The car hadn't been out of the garage in over a month. They had to call the auto club to get it started and then leave it to have the battery charged while they were with the travel agent.
When the agent learned that they had no stringent limitations, either time-wise or financially, he recommended that they travel by ship rather than by plane.
"After all, getting there is half the fun. Shipboard life is the epitome of vacation time. Today everybody is in such a rush. They want to fly and visit half the world on a ten-day or two-week vacation. You folks are among the fortunate few who can still afford the leisurely luxury of traveling by ship. I highly recommend it." The little man seemed very sincere in his suggestion and the idea certainly appealed to both of them.
Shortly before noon on the first Saturday in September, Vickie and Jeff boarded the huge white steamer. The minute they walked up the gangplank they knew that making the trip by ship had been the proper decision. The officers and crew in their sparkling uniforms and the general air of merriment gave promise that the voyage would be like one big long New Year's Eve party. Once they checked to see that their suitcases containing their new vacation wardrobes were safely in their cabin, they remained on deck. It was the classic gala sailing with thousands of paper streamers connecting the ship with the dock and much blowing of whistles. Their vacation had begun. It would be unlike any they had ever had before due to the drastically revised nature of their relationship. A casual observer, seeing them standing very close to one another at the rail, might have readily mistaken them for a honeymoon couple. They stood enthralled as the big ship made its way out of Los Angeles harbor and into the open ocean. They watched the shoreline grow smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared over the eastern horizon and they were completely surrounded by the vast blue expanse of the Pacific. Inwardly, they both realized just how much they needed this trip. To Vickie it was a honeymoon; to Jeff it was a parole.
Since they were beyond the twelve-mile limit now, the A.B.C. regulations and state liquor control laws didn't apply. Jeff had aged during their affair and would have easily passed for nineteen or twenty. Vickie had him escort her into the cocktail lounge on the promenade deck where many of the passengers had already congregated to form shipboard acquaintances and toast a happy voyage. It was the first time they had been out socially in public since they had started having sex together. Secretly, each of them was wondering if anyone who saw them together would guess the true nature of their relationship.
Vickie belted down two double Scotch on the rocks while Jeff sipped at a light Scotch and soda. He didn't care for the taste of the liquor but he thoroughly enjoyed the adult atmosphere. It was good to be out among people again. Several people nodded and smiled at them, making Jeff feel as though he had just been returned to society from a long stay on a desert island.
At five o'clock they returned to their cabin to dress for dinner. Jeff had never dressed formal for dinner before and it was a thrilling experience to wear his tuxedo pants and the white dinner jacket for the first time. It had been years since Vickie had gone anywhere formal and she was equally excited. The low-cut emerald green gown molded itself to her breasts and buttocks like another layer of skin. She had gotten her hair done the night before sailing, and now she took extra care with her makeup. Jeff thought that he had never seen her look prettier. He was sure that his wouldn't be the only cock to twitch at the sight of this beautiful honey blonde tonight but his would be the only one to get into her pants. For the first time in many weeks he found himself looking forward to having sex with her. The more he concentrated on the thought the greater the physical effect it had upon his manhood until, just as she was getting ready to leave the cabin, she glanced in the mirror and caught a glimpse of his roaring hard-on that bulged out of his formal trousers.
"For heaven's sake, you can't escort me into the dining salon with that ramrod in your pants. You're-likely to trip and pole vault right into the Captain's table. If you're feeling all sexed up, why didn't you do something about it before I got all dressed ? " she said, sounding annoyed but looking pleased.
"I didn't have it before you got dressed. It's the effect of that sexy-looking gown you're wearing," he mumbled apologetically.
"Well, we can't go to dinner that way and we don't want to be too late. What do you want me to take off? My glove, my lipstick or my panties?" she said grinning, as she reached down, unzipped his fly and swooped the huge rod of hot flesh out into her gloved hand.
"Why don't you just bend down over that chair and let's see if we can't take care of this without your having to take anything off," he suggested facetiously.
Vickie leaned over and rested her elbows on the cushion of the chair, careful not to disturb her coiffeur. Jeff turned up her back skirts and pulled her panties down just enough to reveal the two perfect globes of her ass. He coated his hand with saliva and rubbed some of it on the head of his throbbing prick and some on her tight rectum. Then he held the head of his pulsating cock directly on target and lunged forward. It was tight and dry at first and nearly tore the skin off of his cock but it crammed half way into the tiny stricture. They both held still for almost a minute until the muscles of her rectum dilated and he slid smoothly and comfortably the rest of the way into her hot tender ass-hole. Even though her lowered panties held her thighs together he spread the cheeks of her ass apart enough to give him a comfortable shot at her from the rear. Then he buggered her beautifully for five minutes until she moaned, "Oh, Jeff, I'm going to cum just from the thrill of feeling your big beautiful prick stuffed up my ass. Here it is! Can you feel me cumming when your cock is there in back?"
"Yes, I can feel it. It's wonderful and now hold tight. I'm going to cum in your rear."
"Oh, yes, let me feel your hot jism shoot deep into my ass-hole. I'm going to hold it tight in there all night. Oh, yes, there it is. My precious boy is cumming right in my ass and I love it."
The whole procedure had taken just about six minutes. When Jeff withdrew his spent shaft from her rump it came out with a little plop, like a champagne cork. He swatted her playfully on the buttocks and pulled her panties back up into place and smoothed down her skirt. He helped her up and she tucked his now-limp cock back into the tuxedo pants and zipped up the fly.
"If this is what it's going to be like to go out formal, let's do it every night," Vickie suggested, giggling.
"Yeah, that has to be the most formal cornholing any girl ever got." He laughed and they left the cabin in high spirits.
They were assigned to a table with three other couples. It was the first trip to Hawaii for any of them. Jeff caught the other men sneaking furtive looks at Vickie's ample breastwork which was just barely concealed by her dinner gown. Their wives looked pretty frumpy in comparison. The cuisine was superb and kept arriving in endless varieties and generous quantities. Jeff figured that this life aboard ship wouldn't be too hateful a thing to get used to.
Considering how long she had been out of circulation, Vickie soon proved to be the same clever, witty conversationalist she had always been. Jeff was especially proud of his mother at times like these. She was soon the center of attention at the big table and rapidly won over the wives as well as the husbands.
After dinner they strolled around the decks and through the salons getting familiar with the luxurious vessel. They had a drink and danced awhile in the main salon and then went out to watch a movie on deck, under the stars. Everything was fun and glamorous and romantic.
"You know, mom," Jeff remarked, "that guy at the travel agency really steered on right. This is the greatest! Why, anybody'd have to be nuts to fly to Hawaii and miss all this. I'm almost beginning to lose interest in Hawaii. I'd be perfectly happy just to cruise around on this ship for a month. I wouldn't give a damn if it never put into port anywhere."
"Yes, I have the same feeling. I'm glad that we did it. It makes me realize just how much we have been missing from life. We really were getting into an awful rut, you know."
"Yeah, and I'm in the mood to get down real deep into my favorite rut right now," Jeff murmured quietly.
"That's sweet," she cooed, reaching over to pat his hand. Instead, she ran into the obstruction of another roaring hard-on. She gripped it appreciatively and stroked it lightly, thinking how good it was going to feel inside her cunt. "My goodness, Jeff, this sea air really does wonders for you. Perhaps we should move to the beach!"
They got up and left the-outdoor movie and made their way to their cabin. Vickie tried to walk in front of Jeff whenever they approached other passengers to hide his huge erection which jutted out from his crotch like the bowsprit on a sailboat.
"Don't you dare rip your new trousers the very first night you wear them," Vickie chided him as they approached the cabin.
The moment the cabin door closed behind them it began to rain clothes inside. The atmosphere of the experience made both of them as sexy as a pair of honeymooners. Vickie's body looked absolutely irresistible tonight. She peeled off her clothes quickly and spread out on the lower bunk. A shaft of moonlight coming through the porthole illuminated her hairy pubic triangle as though it were a carefully placed spotlight. Jeff was naked and on top of her in a flash, his burning, throbbing cock seeking the soft moist lips of her silken slit. Once the hot spongy glans, heavily coated with clear pre-coital fluids, found its target he slid into her in one smooth, easy stroke.
They were delighted to discover that sex at sea is excitingly different from the pure landlubber variety that they had known. The whirring of the powerful turbines in the hold and the churning of the huge bronze screws beneath the hull gave the ship a life-like pulse that transmitted itself even to the mattresses of the bunks. When they held real still with his strong stiff prick fully embedded in her cunt, they could feel the pulsing and pounding deep in their joined sexes. It was wild and crazy and they both loved it. For a long time they lay very still in total contact just concentrating on the inner vibrations of their sex centers. It was a happy first experience which they would share with every delighted couple aboard who had never fucked aboard ship before. Added to this, the gentle rocking of the big ship as it plowed through the waves wasn't unlike gently swinging back and forth in a hammock as you made love. The moving vessel, acting like some gigantic science-fiction sexual vibrator, did half the work for them and so they fucked slowly and tenderly as their fully engaged organs trembled their way slowly to orgasm. When his hot love lava finally flooded into the deep recesses of her cunt well, the swirling hydro-massage action really started. Jeff had never felt anything to equal it. He had just finished cumming and, under all the normal rules, he should be getting soft and shrinking now. Instead, the wild vortex action of her vaginal massage parlor was making him harden and grow. Soon he was erected even more than the first time and was fucking her deeply again without ever having taken it out from the first complete screwing he had given her. It was utterly unreal!
"My God, Jeff, this is wonderful. Maybe we ought to live on a boat," Vickie chortled happily. "No, on second thought, it wouldn't be a good idea. At this rate you'd screw yourself to death in a week."
"I can't think of a more delightful way to commit suicide," he said, laughing, and began pumping all the way in and out of her hot cunt with smooth slow strokes, while they swayed gently from side to side with the rocking motion of the ship. Each of them could feel the gradual buildup of emotional heat and excitement until it reached a fever pitch and they melted into each other in the fiery fission of simultaneous orgasm. They gushed forth into and upon each other until her cream-filled cunt overflowed from the repeated deposits that had been flushed into it. The heavy liquid offerings of their love seeped from the open trench and coated the very balls from which they had largely been drained.
He had given her a fantastic balling tonight and now she planned to bring a perfect day to a lovely ending by strolling the upper decks in the moonlight and perhaps having a nightcap or two in the cocktail lounge. As usual, a sex session with her son put Vickie in need of a couple of strong drinks to help her unwind enough to sleep.
"Jeff, slip on a pair of slacks and a sports shirt and let's take a turn around the deck and stop in for a drink before we call it a day," she called to him as she re-entered the cabin. He wasn't on the bunk where she had left him, nor anywhere in sight. His clothes were still where he had dropped them in their hasty disrobing earlier. Surely he wouldn't have strolled out of the cabin in the nude.
"Jeff, where are you?" she called out in genuine concern. By way of answer she heard a contented snore from the upper bunk where he had crawled and fallen asleep. She knew that it was useless to try to awaken him. After that boy had his fill of sex, he always fell into a deep sleep that was like a state of suspended animation. On such occasions, he could easily pass for dead.
Vickie knew equally well that without a few drinks to calm down the pounding in her head and chest she would spend a sleepless night. The following day promised to be too much fun to risk that. Rather than turn on the cabin light to find something suitable to wear, she simply slipped back into the green dress and shoes. She didn't bother with such unnecessary accessories as bra, panties or stockings. It was late and nobody would notice her, anyway.
She couldn't find paper and a pen so she wrote him a note in lipstick across the mirror just in case he awakened and worried about her.
IF YOU LOOK FOR ME, I'LL BE AT THE BAR. V.
There were still a number of people in the cocktail lounge. Most of them appeared reluctant to bring their first day at sea to a close. Vickie sat alone at a deserted section of the bar and ordered a double Scotch on the rocks. When she paid for the drink she took a cigarette from her purse. She didn't get it to her lips before three unattached males leaped to her side with offers of a light. The way they stared at her made her feel utterly naked. That wild sex party with Jeff had left her covered with a film of perspiration that glued the thin silk to her voluptuous curves. She could feel their eyes. To make matters worse, her nipples always got swollen and stiff during sex. She could see them in the mirror jutting out like two thimbles against the green silk as though they threatened to burst through the thin material. When she examined her reflection, she could hardly blame the men. She did look like a high-class prostitute on the prowl. She had never realized just how easy it was for a girl to get picked up, especially if she didn't want to be. She felt quite embarrassed and suddenly cheap and dirty. What would the other passengers think? She downed her drink as quickly as she could and excused herself. At the end of the bar she spoke to the bartender and arranged to have a steward bring two more doubles to her cabin.
She cleaned her note to Jeff off of the mirror. She wasn't anxious to talk about it to him. She slipped off the too-tight dress and drank and smoked in the nude, staring out at the moonlight reflecting on the Pacific. When she finished the second drink she put on a robe and put the glasses back on the little tray on which they had been delivered. Slipping quietly into the passageway, she deposited them outside the door of a nearby cabin. What Jeff didn't know about her nocturnal habits wouldn't hurt him.