Chapter 6
The arrival in Honolulu harbor was an event that neither Vickie nor Jeff shall ever forget. The passengers had lined the decks since early morning scanning the Western horizon for the first glimpse of the fabled island paradise. When the tip of Diamondhead came into sight, a vast shout went up and this served as a signal for Hawaiian music to be piped all over the ship on the P.A. system. An hour or so later the high rise hotels that line the beach at Waikiki came into view and, at long last, as they approached the pier, they made out the familiar landmark of the
Aloha Tower. Native boys in outrigger canoes surrounded the big white ship and would dive for coins that the passengers tossed into the clear waters. In the distance surfboards could be seen sweeping gracefully in to shore on the crest of a breaking wave.
As they stepped from the gangplank, native girls approached and hung flower leis around their necks and kissed them in the age-old greeting of the friendly islanders.
Most of the passengers from the ship were herded like cattle into huge busses which would shuttle them to the modern skyscraper hotels further out the beach.
Vickie was immediately enthralled with their accommodations. The palms and ferns and flowers that surrounded their bungalow looked like they had grown there. The rooms were large and gracious with low-beamed ceilings and massive unique furniture hardcrafted of native woods. The warm patina finish bespoke of careful hand waxing over a period of decades. There were several vases of real live flowers and bowls of fresh fruit. Through the open windows she could hear the sound of the waves a hundred feet away.
Once they had unpacked and hung up their clothes, they left through the big French doors that opened directly onto the beach. They walked through the soft dark sand admiring the beach, the surf, the stately palms and the scores of happy vacationers. The length of time they had been here was easily gauged by the depth of their tans, which they wore like a badge of honor.
As the sun went down on their first day in Hawaii, they sat in the charming Polynesian cocktail lounge looking out over the Pacific and sipping tropical drinks through a straw from hollowed-out pineapples.
"I don't know about you, mom, but I'm already glad we came. This trip is going to do us both a world of good," Jeff observed happily.
"Oh, you are so right, Jeff. We've been hiding from the world too long. Look at all of the wonderful living we've been missing. If it all had to end right now I'd say it's been worth every dime it cost." She was proud of her son. He had developed into a fine young man. She enjoyed showing him off. It had been wrong to have forced him into their sequestered existence this past year. After all, very few people would suspect their intimate inter-relationship and those few probably wouldn't really give a damn, anyway. When they got home from this vacation life was going to be different for them. In the future Vickie would have cause to remember the prophecy of her thoughts at this moment. Except that they didn't work out quite the way she had in mind at this point in life.
When they got back to their bungalow they found an Invitation from the management to be among the guests of honor at a full-fledged beach luau that evening given to welcome all of the hotel's newly arrived guests.
The moonlight luau was like something right out of a South Sea Island movie. The soft strumming of the guitars, the delicious aromas of the exotic foods cooking over open fires of palm fronds, the imagine rum drinks served in open top coconuts and the friendly natives in their colorful costumes and fresh flower leis all blended to create an atmosphere of sheer storybook romance. Every now and then, when nobody was looking, she would reach over and give Jeff's cock a little tentative squeeze.
Later in the evening, after she had eaten herself into an absolute decline, Vickie had a sudden desperate urge to go to the bathroom. Jeff had gone back for thirds on the roast pork and she didn't dare take time to find him. She simply rushed back to their bungalow. Sitting there on the toilet she burst into a wild fit of the giggles. She had suddenly remembered Jeff's father's description of the differences between the Old West and the New West, which seemed somehow terribly appropriate at this moment. He had said, "In the Old West people went indoors to eat and outdoors to shit." Thinking of her late husband made her think of cock and thinking of cock made her think of her son. Before returning to the party she mixed some warm soapy water in the basin and dissolved in several capfuls of the deodorizing douche powder. Then she filled the bulk syringe and worked it into her snatch. It felt so good and she was in such a sexy mood that she was tempted to masturbate herself to orgasm but, as good as the syringe nozzle felt, she knew that Jeff's nozzle would feel infinitely better. Besides, when she finally managed to squeeze his bulb he would flood her pussy with her favorite douche fluid. She refilled the little syringe four times and squirted its contents deep into her vaginal canal before satisfying herself that she was clean.
Jeff had seen Vickie leave the party and head for the bungalow. He had taken advantage of her absence to move over and get a close look at some of the Hawaiian beauties who were currently serving and would later do the moonlight hula. Since the hotel tried to maintain the atmosphere of an earlier-day Hawaii before the jet age changed everything, these girls wore the traditional grass skirts and were bare breasted except for floral leis. The one who had particularly caught his eye was a honey-skinned Polynesian lovely whom the other girls called "Leilani". She had the most magnificent body Jeff had ever seen. Every time she bent over to serve someone the flower lei fell loose and those huge tits hung free in full sight. His cock twitched like crazy each time he caught a glimpse of the fleshy beauties. Now, as he approached her, he noticed her face since he was too embarrassed to walk right up to her staring at her tits. Large, dark almond-shaped eyes hinted at an Oriental heritage. The full lips were the type of red that never needed lipstick. Looking at them now Jeff could almost feel them wrapped around his big cock. Her nose was slender with flaring nostrils which distended slightly as she breathed, making her look animalistically sexy. The long blue-black hair hung below her shoulders. It was as soft and shiny as ebony floss and formed a lovely frame for her facial features and background for the hibiscus she wore behind her left ear. When he drew near, the heady fragrance of white ginger from the blossoms in her lei made him suddenly conscious of his pulse beat at the base of his prick where it joined his balls. This gorgeous creature was the sheep personification of pure, raw sex. He had a tremendous sex ache for her and now that he was within touching distance, he could feel his throbbing, twitching cock starching his drawers from the delightful messages his eyes and nose were transmitting down to its hidden headquarters.
"Hello, I'm Jeff Burke. I want to apologize. I'm afraid I've been staring at you. I didn't mean to to be impolite but I just couldn't seem to take my eyes off of you. You're by far the loveliest sight on the horizon. It's a sight that could easily loom large on my personal horizon." The flattering words just seemed to flow naturally although it was the first time in his life that Jeff had gone actively on the make for a girl.
"Yes, I noticed. I am used to having men stare at my body. I've been dancing here since I was fourteen but something in the way you've been looking at me tonight made me think I ought to run home and put on a tin overcoat." She had a deep-throated laugh that seemed to punctuate the words.
"I'm truly sorry. It's just that I was thinking..."
"I'm quite aware of what you were thinking, Mr. Burke." She smiled broadly.
"Well, I mean aside from that," he said, grinning. "I was thinking that if we were alone I'd offer you ten dollars for that lei." Now he stared boldly down at the huge tits. One shell pink nipple peeked back through the white flowers.
"That's very flattering but, in the first place, we're not alone and the manager would fire me if I took it off in front of all these people."
"That's just 'in the first place.' The way you said it sounds like there's more that you were going to add," he prompted.
"Yes. I was going to say that in the second place I don't sell leis. I offer them as a gift of love to those I am sufficiently fond of. Incidentally, you can spell that word 'lei' either way you like. Furthermore, a true Hawaiian girl never gives a man a lei without giving him a kiss along with it. It's an old island custom."
"You make my wild ideas about you seem better and better," he told her.
"If you're serious about wanting to see me alone, I get off work at two in the morning. Almost every night I go down to the beach for a swim before going to bed. I always take off my lei before going in the water. I won't be there tonight because we're having a birthday party for one of the girls after work but I will be there tomorrow night. Sometimes I take a blanket and sleep on the beach. Perhaps I shall see you there. Right now I'd better shake my ass and get back to work. Speaking of shaking my ass, I hope you won't leave until I do my hula. It's the last thing on the program. Bye for now." She treated him to a smile that absolutely galvanized his sex organs. Then she was gone just as Jeff saw Vickie returning.
"Where've you been, mom. I've looked everywhere for you." He lied as she rejoined the guests.
"Well, darling, to be crude about it I had to run in and tinkle. Since everything is so romantic here perhaps I should rephrase that in the language of the islands by saying that this malahini had the urge to shed a few tears for Karnehameha," she chuckled.
"Atta girl, Vickie, you're really going native out here," he said, laughing. "I'm glad you're back. They're about to start the entertainment.
There's still time for me to get you another piece of poi; that is, if you remembered to wash your hands afterward."
"I did better than that, as you'll get wind of later, I hope," she confessed with a knowing wink.
"That's a promise," Jeff said, tweaking her ass as she sat down beside him on the sand.
The luau's entertainment program proved as lavish as the feast that preceded it. These Islanders really did things up brown. There were fire dancers, spear dancers, drum dancers as well as a whole chorus line of hula dancers in addition to a native choir and soloists. For the grand finale, Leilani did a single hula that was pure poetry in motion. As her hips undulated the grass skirt swayed occasionally providing dark evidence that she wore nothing beneath it. The Master of Ceremonies explained the meaning of the various hula movements as she danced. The lei of white ginger blossoms gyrated slowly like a hula hoop bringing the lush lovely breasts into full view in the bright moonlight as the flickering firelight did its own little dance over her superb body.
Jeff wanted to fuck this beautiful broad so bad he could taste it. Suddenly, the next night seemed a million miles away. He would have to make careful plans to get away from Vickie with enough sexual energy left to do justice to this superb hunk of woman. Perhaps he could do a repeat of the act aboard ship the night he had sneaked up to the boat deck to corn-hole the hairy Mary-Lou and give her her first lesson in the gentle art of cocksucking. He wondered what it would be like to get Leilani to give him head Hawaiian style. For the first time in his life he was making active plans to seduce a girl, although this one didn't sound like she would require a whole hell of a lot of seducing.
When her dance was finished the audience went wild, but not half as wild as his cock. Vickie reached over to pat him on the crotch and ran into the roaring hard-on.
"Well, Jeff, I see you liked that lovely girl's performance," she chided him as she gave the big ramrod an appreciative squeeze and rushed him back to the privacy of their bungalow.
Inside they undressed quickly and Vickie swooped his burning tortured prick into her mouth and throat and did all those wondrous little things with her tongue and throat muscles. Jeff closed his eyes and tried to pretend that it was Leilani's lips he felt caressing his hot meat.
Vickie had no intention of going all the way and taking his sperm in her mouth. She wanted to feel it inside her tonight. She stopped before it had progressed to the point of no return and smiled up at him.
"Jeff, suck my cunt first and make it all creamy and then give me a real Hawaiian honeymoon fucking. Okay?" she whispered breathlessly.
"Precisely what I had in mind, my little mother-bride," he told her as he led her to the bed and placed a pillow under her buttocks as she spread her legs to make room for him down there.
The touch of her son's tongue to her hot gash sent shivers up and down Vickie's whole body. Even her toenails tingled as he licked up and down her tender trench, sucking her vaginal lips into his oral lips and then forcing his tongue between them in the ultimate soul kiss. For years she had thought that cunt-lapping was something that her husband had invented and that other men just didn't do it. Not that she had ever had any sexual experience with other men, she hadn't, except for his son. Now she knew that in this wondrous area the son outshone the father. His educated tongue and lips, even the tip of his nose knew where all the hidden switches were and soon they had turned on all the motors and pumps of her sex complex. She could feel all of the deep wellsprings of her sex fluids begin to flow as her cunt got creamier and creamier with each magical new maneuver of his torrid tongue.
"Oh, yes, Jeff boy, eat my cunt. Eat it all out real good and make it cum in your sweet mouth. Gobble my gash and make all the great-juices flow. Oh, my God, it's sheer heaven the way you suck your mama's cunt!" she said, deliriously, as she raised her ass clear off the pillow to force the golden fleece of her cunt up to his slurping mouth.
When she raised real high, Jeff went all the way back beyond the bottom of the fur-fringed pink valley and tickled her tight rear stricture and forced the tip of his hot tongue into the tiny opening and tasted the acrid flavor of her rectum before he traveled back around the bend and upward to latch his lips onto her stiff hot little clitoris and sucked the little pink-and-white head out of its protective hood like the tip of a tiny un-circumcised penis into his hot wet mouth where he tortured this most sensitive erogenous zone with the tip of his tongue. Vickie was conscious of nothing other than her hair-trigger panic button in her son's mouth and the tickling of the breath from his nostrils as it blew through her hairy mound that was thrust up tightly to his face. Then, with the suddenness of a summer storm, the lightning flashed and the thunder roared and rumbled in her head as the dam burst and the colored lights of her mind flashed like a tilted pinball machine as the mammoth orgasm struck her with hurricane force and swept her away into the happy oblivion of the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction. She clutched his head and ground her hairy cunt up tightly to his mouth as she came and announced her cumming with a loud sigh of sheerest ecstasy.
When the burning winds that raced through her loins had subsided and the flooding began to ebb she collapsed back into the pillow beneath her ass like a deflated balloon.
"Oh, my precious lover-boy, that was absolutely superb. I feel like I've been eaten alive. I proudly proclaim my son to be the undisputed king of the mouth-fuckers," she announced in a breathless voice.
"That was only the preliminary bout, Vickie. Now brace yourself for the main event." He was up on his knees between her open thighs now, his huge cock with the glistening purple head jutting out menacingly in front of him.
"Wait a minute, Jeff, not like this. Let me get up on my knees on the edge of the bed and you fuck me doggy fashion where I can watch it all in the dresser mirror. I want to see as well as feel that big beautiful cock of yours plunging in and out of my cunt."
"Okay, but hurry and get yourself positioned. My fuse has been lit for a long time now and I don't want this damn Roman candle to go off in my hand," he warned her.
"Oh, God, neither do I!" she gasped. "I want to feel it explode deep inside my cunt."
Once she had positioned herself where she got a clear view of their reflection in the mirror Vickie reached back between her spread loins and grasped her son's huge cock and guided the head between the creamy lips of her pussy, pausing momentarily to rub its spongy tip against her throbbing clit. Jeff grasped her hipbones and drove it into that juicy gash in one powerful lunge until the soft golden blonde hairs of her Venus mound tickled his dangling balls. Vickie patted and fondled his burning balls while she savored the delightful feeling of his huge hot turgid cock stretching and stuffing her hotly throbbing pussy. He fucked her with long hard strokes at first while she moved her head about watching first the reflection in the mirror as she saw the thick flesh rod emerge into full sight and then disappear again into her appreciative sex recesses. Then she looked back between her legs and watched his balls swing as they traveled back and forth, slapping against her pubic mound and tickling her clit each time he drove his turgid prick all the way into her wanton cunt. Then they would back off about eight inches and ram forward again as they performed their rhythmic dance of love. Then her eyes would turn back to the dresser mirror as she became both voyeur and performer in the little sex circus.
While Vickie was intrigued by watching herself get soundly and expertly fucked, Jeff chose to close his eyes and fantasize that it was the lovely Leilani's soft cunt that he was moving in and out of to receive such a tender sex massage. He simply had to find a way to meet her on the beach late the following night. Now, still thinking of the golden skinned beauty, he changed his pace and began to fuck his mother with slow, tender deep strokes, all the way in and all the way out of her soft gash.
"Oh, Jeff, fuck me hard and fast again now. I'm almost ready to cum all over that lovely prick of yours. Sock it to me, son. Ram it in there hard and fast," she gasped back up at him while she turned her face to watch the actual moment of climax in the mirror.
She began humping back violently to him now to make sure that she had every ounce of his meat crammed into her creamy cunt. Then she let out a loud moan, "OH, MY GOD, HERE IT COMES! AHHHHH. FUCK ME, JEFF. FUCK ME HARD WHILE I CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK. NOOOOOWWWWW!"
Jeff was ready to cum right after her. He had her buttocks spread wjde and was enjoying watching his throbbing turgid prick pump in and out of her creaming cunt when it happened.
Later, Jeff crawled under the sheet to rest up. It had been a long and exciting day and within minutes he was asleep. Vickie went to the bathroom and then called room service and ordered a bottle of Scotch and some ice. While her boy slept and recharged his batteries she fell into her usual pattern following sex with her son and made herself three stiff drinks. When she finished the third one she hid the bottle in her suitcase and washed out the glass and put it in the bathroom cabinet. Then she crawled into bed beside Jeff and started to gently stroke his limp prick. She smiled at the way he moaned and mumbled incoherently in his sleep. She remembered the time she had sucked him off and he thought he was having a wet dream about the Italian movie star. Perhaps tonight he would dream that he was screwing that lovely Polynesian girl whose near-nude hula dance had given him such a hard-on. She almost hoped that he would. After all if he got all of his away-from-home-type sex out of his system in his sleep, she would have less trouble keeping him on the straight and narrow during his waking hours.
When she had stroked and caressed him to semi-erection, Vickie slid down beneath the sheet and licked up and down and around the growing staff. Then she sucked his balls into her mouth and gave them a delightful sucking and oral massage until his cock was as hard as a rock. He was moaning and babbling in his sleep now. She ran her soft lips over his flaming sex just a fraction of an inch deeper with each stroke while her tongue kept up a steady flicking against all of the nerve centers. He groaned in delight as she took in a little more of his proud meat with each new stroke. Then she would back slowly up to the very tip before starting down again. On every third stroke she would pull off of it entirely and treat the full length of his swollen urethral tube to a tongue massage and then lick all of the sex drool off the swollen glans before taking it inside her lips and forcing her mouth and throat to encase ever more of its huge length. At this rate it took her nearly five minutes to bury him balls deep way down in her throat. When she got her lips clear down against his balls she felt the wild switching and swelling as he gushed out his love juice into her mouth and throat as she gulped and swallowed every last dreg of the hot fluids. Even then she didn't stop sucking on it but stayed right down on it until he was small and soft in her mouth.