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Our Holiday Cruise.Looking back, Mark realised the sexual relationship he developed with his mother never really had a definite start. He had memories of things seen, said, done, that sowed seeds. And like seeds, they grow slowly until at some point they become flowers: beautiful and real. His father left when he was just 5. Helen, his mother had Mark at 1. After the separation though, she threw herself into working, running the household, and providing for her son. Mark helped where he could -- chores around the house and garden, and life was pretty good. Mark was still at high school at 14. His mother Helen just 31, she got a windfall. She won third prize in a national lottery with ticket she bought. The prize was a little over £86,000. It was the first time they'd ever had free cash. Helen paid a of all her bills, eliminated the little debt she'd accumulated on her credit card, and took Mark on a f******n-day cruise. She gave him a good allowance for the two weeks, and gave him instructions that he was to spend it all however he pleased. They stood at the rail as the ship left Southhampton harbour. The fresh sea breeze in Helen?s long dark-brown hair made her smile. She tossed her head to clear it from her eyes. Mark said: *quot;You're really beautiful today, mum.*quot; *quot;Just today?*quot; She smiled, her hazel eyes flashing above her cheeks, pinked from the wind. *quot;Especially today. Because you're smiling and carefree, I guess.*quot; *quot;Thank you, darling.? She looked at the passing landscape as the ship slid towards the open sea. Mark looked at her, studied her, as if he'd forgotten what she looked like. Now he came to admire her womanliness as well has her motherliness. Mark was of medium height and stocky build teenager. Helen was a little shorter, size 12, 38D bust. The stiff breeze made her thin cotton dress cling to her shape. Her breasts always fascinated Mark. They appeared large on her small frame, outlined as they were right then, nestled above her taught stomach and shapely legs. Helen looked at her son, and they put their arms around each other. Two women walked past, who apparently had partaken freely of the half-price 'welcome aboard' drinks. Helen heard one say *quot;Look at that one! She scored well. He's gotta be fifteen years younger than her.*quot; She giggled. Mark hadn't heard properly so she explained: *quot;They think I'm some sort of sugar mummy!? who's brought my toyboy for an ocean romp.*quot; They laughed together. Helen?s head rested on his shoulder for a few minutes until the ship left the protection of the cliffs and the wind blew harder. Helen got a little cold and they went inside to sit at the bar. Helen allowed Mark to have a drink as they were on holiday. Being unaccustomed to unrestricted spending, they were soon quite merry. They chose a place to eat, drank wine, then returned to their cabin, which had two bedrooms, a shared bathroom and a small lounge. Best of all, they had a private balcony. The wind was on the other side so sitting out there sipping champagne was comfortable. They'd been chatting all evening and had returned more than once to the overheard snippet of conversation about her as an older woman and him as her young toy-boy. Now alone, Mark was saying, earnestly, that he was not surprised those women thought that. She was beautiful. Helen had to admit she'd noticed admiring male eyes resting on her from time to time, but perhaps not fully realising that one of the pairs belonged to her own son. He had been a little uncomfortable with some of his thoughts about her. But now, as alcohol reduced their inhibitions that had already been minimised by their excitement at the pending adventure, Mark's mouth was uttering words he didn't seem to have the power to stop. *quot;No, I mean, see it from their viewpoint. These cruises are renowned for illicit liaisons. I reckon I saw two other couples with a noticeable age difference...*quot; *quot;Other couples? Are we a couple?*quot; *quot;Hah hah. You know what I mean Mum. I mean two pairs where the woman was clearly older than the male. And that young blond girl behind you sat on the lap of that weird man in the silly captain's hat and blazer and he's gotta be fifty.*quot; *quot;Maybe she's his daughter.*quot; *quot;She had her tongue in his mouth, so no, I don't think so.*quot; *quot;Oh.*quot; And then his thoughts ran riot with his mouth making admissions he might not have made in any other circumstance. *quot;...And you're the sexiest woman on the ship, mum. Really. I mean, you're way hotter even than that young blonde, and...*quot; *quot;Mark. Hush darling.? *quot;Huh?*quot; *quot;Think what you just said, to me, your mother.*quot; *quot;I know what I said and I meant it. Don't you know how sexy you look? When you stand naked in front of the mirror, don't you see?*quot; He saw something in her eyes that made him stop, gulp. Suddenly the distant hiss of the water rushing past the hull seemed loud. *quot;Mum?*quot; *quot;Huh? Sorry, darling. What was that?*quot; *quot;I said, are you ok? You look, sort of, far away.*quot; *quot;Oh, nothing Mark. Maybe we should get some sleep.*quot; *quot;What? C'mon mum, it's just past 10.*quot; *quot;Um, well, maybe a walk on the deck?*quot; Yeah. Sober up in the cool air. They went up the single flight of stairs and into the strong breeze. People promenaded, they joined in the procession. Helen hung onto Mark's arm, partly for support. She realised her nipples were poking out, and something else: They weren't only doing that from the cold. Which was why she felt that tingle all over. That long-forgotten tingle. Between her legs. Mark's thoughts were more confused: What the actual fuck did I say? I said she was sexy. What did I say that made her stop me, then glaze over? Did I actually say that I thought about her naked? They rounded a corner and immediately found shelter. *quot;Oooh Mark. Let's stay here, it's cold in the wind.*quot; They were under a lamp. Mark stared at his mother's nipples, poking against her dress. She felt, rather than saw, where he was looking. She was immobile. He didn't look away. Oh stop pretending. Admit it Helen. Admit your desires. So let him look. Those nips aren't going soft while he's looking at them. She looked into his eyes, smiled, and looked at the waves again. There. Confirmed. He had to tear his eyes away. Mark spoke: *quot;What are you thinking, mum?*quot;*quot;I was thinking how lucky I am to be out here with you. How handsome you are. And strong. Here. Give me a hug.*quot; She turned into him, put her arms around his shoulders. Immediately Mark's went around her waist, and they pulled each other in hard. Helen looked up at her son as her breasts were crushed against him. *quot;Hey, Tiger. You're gonna squash me.*quot; He eased slightly, and let his hands slide down to rest on the tops of her buttocks. Helen put her head on his shoulder. The fresh sea air filled her nostrils, she hung there for a few moments before she felt renewed tingling in her nipples. Can he feel them through his shirt? Oh what the heck. He's not backing away. Did he...? His hands just went lower. And... Oh Christ. I think he's getting an erection. He was. He'd already planned to blame the drink if she said anything, because he was confused. She was his mother, but he was sure she was...different... towards him. For example, had she ever pressed her tits against him? Or let him put his hands on her bum? No. So what did it mean? Despite the cold, Mark's forehead was hot. His heart beat faster. ?Can she feel my cock? I can feel her nipples.?*quot; He swallowed drily as he let his hands slip lower. Over the curve of her buttocks, now running inwards towards the top of her thighs. I'm stroking her bum. Fuck it. Blame the drink. I'm gonna... Slowly, Mark pulled his mother's dress up higher. Up, towards her buttocks. She wasn't stopping him. Helen looked up into his eyes, then glanced around them to make sure nobody was near, then put her head back on his shoulder. Mark's doubts and confusion lifted. She'd given him silent permission. He hitched the dress higher, then put his hands under the fabric, resting them on her knickers. She nestled in closer, said nothing, even when his boldness drove him to intrude further. Now he put his hands inside her knickers and cupped her bare bum cheeks. They were warm despite the cold air. Oh fuck! I've got my hands in my mum's underwear! She's letting me touch her! They stood like that for a minute, during which both felt sure they could feel each other's heart thumping. Mark gulped. Helen snuggled closer. She was surer, more confident than her son, and her maturity told her to let it be. But Mark's mind was a mess of frantic thoughts: I'm feeling my mother and I've got my hands on her bare bum and inside her knickers and she's not moving away. Why isn't she moving away, slapping me, yelling at me? She's not very drunk I've seen her more drunk and she's always so reserved and I'm touching her bum inside her knickers and she's still letting me... Oh FUCK! Helen put one hand behind herself and held one of Mark?s hands against her buttocks, then applying gentle pressure over that hand she slowly, deliberately turned around. Mark felt that hand slide around the bone of her hip, towards... Oh god, mum! ... to nestle on her front his fingertips touching her soft pubic hairs. Pushing her buttocks back against her son's now obvious erection, she parted her feet and still with her hand over her Mark's, she pushed his hand down. Mark?s hand was on his mother's pussy, and with a deft bending of her fingers, she pushed his inside her. There, baby. Feel your mother's pussy. My wet, open pussy. Haha! You have your fingers in the pussy! Ohhh, yes, baby. Slowly, gently. As cool as Helen was about this i****tuous situation, Mark was in a trembling fever. He bent slightly to get his fingers inside his mother?s pussy, marvelled at how wet it was, as his hips involuntarily started a slow grind his cock against her buttocks. This was the first pussy he had ever touched and it was his mother?s pussy, another part of him came to the realisation that he was so achingly erect for this woman because she was his mother. *quot;Mark. You still want to know what I'm thinking?*quot; *quot;Yes.*quot; *quot;I want you to take me to bed.*quot; *quot;Oh shit. Mum?*quot; *quot;Say it that again, mum.? Helen turned to face him, still with her son's hand down the front of her knickers and two of his fingers inside her, kissed his earlobe and whispered into his ear, slowly, clearly *quot;I want you to take me to our cabin Mark and fuck me.*quot; He gulped, trembling in his excitement. *quot;Are you sure mum?? *quot;Very.*quot; *quot;Oh mum. I've thought about you so much...*quot; A few minutes later, they were in their suite, they stood awkwardly in front of each other. Having agreed to i****t, they didn't seem to know how to start. Now it was Joey who took the lead: *quot;Will you undress for me, mum?*quot; She smiled for him, reached behind herself for the zip, pulled it down a little, and wriggled so her dress fell to the floor. She put her hands by her sides and smiled at her Mark. Mark looked at the white lace bra and knickers. Her breasts strained against the sheer fabric, which cupped them snugly. His eyes fixed on the shape of her nipples, travelled down her stomach to the white lace that covered her vagina, noticing the darker patch of her pubic hair and the wetness there, then went back to her eyes. She fixed his gaze as she reached behind for the clasp of her bra, unsnapped it, and pulled it off. And there they were, the objects of so many masturbation fantasies, his mother's firm breasts. The brown nipples stood out proudly now. *quot;Take your knickers off, mum.*quot; *quot;Not yet. You can take them off in a minute. First I'm going to undress you.*quot; Helen stepped towards her Mark and helped him out of his t-shirt. She stroked his chest, and delighted as his nipples hardened when she ran the back of her fingernails over them. She reached down for his belt and smiled into his eyes as she unbuckled it. Then came the button, then the zip which mercifully slid down without jamming. *quot;Ahh, mum?*quot; Her answer was to pull his hard young cock out of his boxers and squeeze it as she kissed his mouth. He gasped into hers. The touch of his mother's gentle hand on his young shaft sent shivers through him. She stroked it gently. Mark's hands went to his mother's breasts. He rubbed, pulled her nipples, cupped her breasts? *quot;That's nice, darling. I can feel how ready you are. I want you to feel how ready I am.*quot; He looked at her, and slid one hand down, down, until his fingers came to the elastic waist of her knickers. Oh my god. Is she really going to let me...fuck...her? A little awkwardly this time, he got his fingers inside them. His hand went lower, pushing the knickers down out of the way, and then it was done. Mark's middle finger slipped easily into his mother's wetness, his palm resting on her thick bush of pubic hairs. Yes, Mark. Feel my pussy. Feel how wet I?am for you. Helen swooned at his touch just as he was with hers. There they stood, mother and son, wearing only the last piece of underwear inside which they fondled and caressed each other. Helen pushed his shorts down his thighs until they fell the rest of the way. Mark bent and did the same to her, gasping with desires when he saw her hairy pussy for the first time. He was overcome with lust. He took his mother by the hand and led her to the bed. He turned on the lamp and lay down beside her. Helen smiled at him, opened her legs wide and beckoned him on top of her. He smiled at the thought of how urgently she needed him. He knelt between her legs, lowered himself on top of her, and then sank inside her, all the way, both of them gasping at the sheer electricity of it. Oh yes! He's inside me now! My son is going to fuck me. He's so hard. It's been so long since I have felt this? Mark's brain screamed at him: Is this real? Am I really inside my mother's pussy? Will she let me cum inside her? That first time was quick, frantic even. Mark thrust in to his mum time and time again, his belly slapping hers, her hips rising to meet him at every thrust. She felt the fire building in him, matched only by her own. She urged him on with her eyes, the urgency of her hips, and the pressure of her hands on his buttocks. Mark was in heaven. He didn't care what else happened. Lust consumed him, only the hot wet juices of his mother's cunt provided any focus of sensation, everything else was peripheral. Through the fog of his raging desire, her heard her whisper breathlessly: *quot;Oh Mark. I'm gonna cum, baby!*quot; *quot;Fuck me darling. Make me cum.*quot; Her thighs rippled as her pussy spasmed. Mark felt it, and desperately plunged into her. Helen?s world shrank, the only things in it were her pussy, her burning clit, her tender nipples, and her son's rampaging cock. He's gonna cum! Oh FUCK yes! I can feel it! Mark's whole body stiffened as his i****tuous cum began its journey. He was aware of his mother's hands on his buttocks urging him into her, and her moans, and her pussy milking at him, and it?s heat, but he was more intensely aware of the burn in his shaft, the swelling of his young virgin knob, as he began to spurt. A small gob, a bigger one, again, again, another, another... Mark's balls emptied cum inside his mother?s hairy pussy in such waves that he wondered if it would stop. His face contorted, his buttocks went firm, as he pushed and held there. Even when he had spent his load, his hips kept pressing and hers met him. Mark slumped down on top of his mother. Still gently fucking as their senses returned, Helen stroked her son's sweaty brow. *quot;Oh, Mark. That was so good. I've wanted to do this for so long...*quot; *quot;Me too, mum. I dreamed about you. About F?.? you.*quot; *quot;Say it, Mark darling.? Hardly daring to express it, he whispered: *quot;I've dreamed of fucking you mum.*quot; *quot;And now you have Darling.? *quot;And now I have.*quot; *quot;Mark, honey. Just so you know, I'm safe. I can't get pregnant, ever,...*quot; ?That?s good, mum.*quot;After their first acts of i****t love, Helen fell asleep in her son Mark's arms that night. In the early morning, he awoke. In the light of the moon reflected off the sea, he studied his mother's sleeping face for a while, until she stirred and rolled onto her back. Now he studied her naked body. Laying there, her breasts rose and fell slowly with her breathing. The nipples were no longer hard, but he was mesmerised by the shape and firmness of her round breast?s. He touched one nipple, tweaked it, watched it stiffen. She slept on. Mark continued his gentle caressing of his mother's breasts while he looked down to the nice thatch of dark brown hairs, trimmed and heart-shaped, that crowned her pussy. Even looking down like that, he saw that the lips themselves were smooth, hairless. She had one leg straight, the other crooked. His cock stirred, It was now rock hard. He wanted her again. He thought the best way to awaken her was by awakening her lust. Mark bent low, kissed one nipple and then the other. He licked them to make them wet, kissed them, pinched them gently between his thumbs and fingers. Helen stirred but remained asleep. So he kissed and nibbled her nipples again while his hand sought out her hairy pussy. He cupped his hand under it, rubbing gently. Her pussy lips were slightly wet, he wondered if she was having a sexy dream, hoping it was about him. He knew her clitoris would be, somewhere... there. Is that it? It feels like a little button. Oh, she just twitched. Maybe I found it. Yes, she's moving now. Helen began dreaming of hands on her body. Of a finger touching her pussy. Of her nipples, hardening, being licked and sucked gently, oh so gently. Just hands and a mouth. Dismembered, not part of anybody. Then she felt the tingle, in her dream, of awakened desire. Two fingers touching her pussy lips, another rubbing her sensitive button. The hands and mouth took form. It was a man. No face, an anonymous male. A tweak of her nipples, and she jerked. She opened her thighs for the hand. Two fingers went to her opening, gently pressing, as her dampness turned to a slickness and her pussy prepared to receive the man's fingers inside... Her eyes opened. Through the mist of half-sleep, Helen?s mind cleared to consciousness. The fingers were trying to enter her folds. His mouth worked her nipples. The man was looking at her. Marks face became clear. *quot;Oh Mark darling. What a beautiful way to wake up!*quot; She stretched, stroked the back of his head as he lapped at her tits. Still his fingers tried her opening. She took them in her hand, showed him where and how her clit needed to be touched. Yes needed. Her desire grew. She reached for her son's hair, pulled him up to kiss him. *quot;You wanna fuck me again, honey?*quot; *quot;Mmm. Yes mum. That's why I woke you.*quot; *quot;It's OK darling. I liked it. You can wake me like this any day.*quot; *quot;I've been trying to wake you slowly, it's taken a while...*quot; *quot;And?*quot; *quot;And now I'm really, really horny.*quot; He said.She giggled: *quot;Climb on top, darling. It'll be OK.*quot; He got between her thighs, held his cock at her entrance, and pushed. She was barely wet, so it took him a little adjusting before he could begin pressing. It was heavenly. In the cool morning air under the cabin's aircon, the pussy that welcomed his cock was warm. *quot;Yes, baby. Fuck mummy. I want it so much.*quot; As her wetness increased, so did his urgency. He raised himself on his arms to watch his cock disappear inside his mother?s hairy bush, then reappear coated with her juice. As urgent as his desire was, he kept his thrusts long and slow, delighting in the sensations, sounds, and sight of it. Her eyes were full of love, desire; a mother's love with a lover's desire. Still he fucked, gently, and his restraint had the intended result. Helen was getting hornier now too and began fucking him back. *quot;I don't want to cum yet, mum.*quot; ?Helen stopped Mark and told him to lay down? He swopped place with his mother and lay down.back baby and enjoy.? Helen told him.She got on top, lowered herself onto him, and began rocking on his cock as she flicked and rubbed her clit. Mark's hands kneaded and rubbed her large soft breasts. She leaned forwards and gave her nipples to his mouth for him, and he nibbled them. *quot;Yes, darling. Like when you were a baby. Suck mummy?s tits.*quot; I remember this, baby. How much I loved you sucking them, how I used to finger myself when you did. Her hips ground her clit onto his pubic bone. It was wet now with her juices, matting his young pubes to his skin. She sat back, lost in ever rising lust while her son's thumb pressed the little button as his cock split her pussy apart. Breathing heavily now, she realised she was close. She gazed at Mark. She smiled, bit her bottom lip. Mark guessed why and increased his upwards pressure. She was open and wet for him now, her heat triggering a renewed burning in his loins. He grabbed her tits, pulled at her nipples, almost cruelly teasing them to greater sensation. Helen?s thighs were slick and slapped against his rhythmically. illegal bahis He grunted. It rose in him like a tide, unstoppable, powerful, and again his cock spurted his cum deep inside his mother, triggering her into a rippling orgasm that prolonged the pleasure of his own, spurting, throbbing, blowing his mind, turning everything pink in his head, and making his cock burn with each jet of his i****tuous sperm, fading to twitches, and then it was done. Helen looked down at her son, proud, loving even as she rocked gently on his cock. They gazed into each other's eyes wordlessly for many minutes until Joey's cock softened and fell out of its slick glove. *quot;I love you, mum.*quot; *quot;Me or my pussy?*quot; *quot;You AND your pussy.*quot; *quot;And I love you. And your cock.*quot; She eased over beside him, he pulled the covers over them both. Helen rested her hand on his chest, her head on her other hand, one thigh over his. She didn't care that she had her son's cum dripping, drying on her thigh. She said: *quot;I know this might be weird for you, darling. But it felt so right. But if you freak out, well...*quot; *quot;I won?t.Mark said, I've wanted this too. I even tried to do something about it a couple of times.? *quot;Oh really?*quot; She giggled. *quot;When?*quot; *quot;The first time was after aunty Sandra?s wedding. Remember we slept next to each other on the fold-down?*quot; *quot;Mm Hmm.*quot; *quot;I didn't get much sleep. You were in your bra and knickers and I was in boxers. My dick kept getting hard, and I tried to...*quot; *quot;Go on baby. I'm interested.*quot; She was teasing the hairs on his chest now. *quot;I tried to masturbate, like, against your pussy.*quot; *quot;Oooh, baby! It's a shame you didn't just pull my knickers aside and poke it in!*quot; *quot;While you're asleep? That's pretty creepy.*quot; *quot;You could have woken me. I would have let you, even then.*quot; *quot;Shit, really?*quot; I was only 12.*quot;Yeah. I told you, I've thought about this for a long time. Tell me about the second time, then I'll tell you some things.*quot; She nestled back down onto her son's chest, idly stroking him. *quot;OK. This one's less clear in my mind because it was some time ago. I came home from school and was passing the bathroom. You left the door open. I saw you get out of the shower.*quot; *quot;Mmm. What did you see?*quot; *quot;Everything.*quot; *quot;No, describe it.*quot; *quot;Oh, OK. Er, tits. Wet, Nipples. You had more hair, down there back then.*quot; *quot;OK. Here are my tales then. First, I was awake that time on aunty Sandra?s fold-down. At least I felt your cock against my pussy. But I wasn't sure, then, so I pretended to be asleep.*quot; *quot;Oh.*quot; *quot;Second, that time in the shower. Did you notice it took me a little while to cover up? I was looking straight at you, remember?*quot; ?Did you?? *quot;And one more time. When you had that fever. Did you have any wet dreams?*quot; *quot;Huh? How did you...*quot; *quot;Because it wasn't a dream. You needed to sleep, proper sleep, and your dick kept getting hard. Oh baby, I love you so much. So I wanked you then and there. You came all over my hand and finally fell asleep.*quot; *quot;Holy shit! I didn?t know that!? Helen giggled, cupped her son's flaccid cock in her hand, and smirked at herself. He was silent, she figured he'd be digesting what they'd said. She was thinking, as she held Mark?s cock, I made this! And they drifted back to sleep.After 9 o'clock, Helen woke and shook Mark. He stretched, kissed her, stretched again. She urged him up. *quot;C'mon, sleepy-head. Let's go get some breakfast.*quot; *quot;Can't we just stay here, send out for something?*quot; *quot;Hmmm, nice idea. But no. Here's another idea. What if we behave like those two women thought? Y'know, Milf and her Toy boy.? *quot;Yeah. Nobody knows us here, let's be...*quot; *quot;What?*quot; *quot;Feels weird, saying this to my mum! Let's be lovers!*quot; Helen laughed. *quot;After what we've been doing, it's not so weird.*quot; He became serious for a moment. *quot;Mum, I love this, being intimate with you. And you said you like it too. But, well, it's...*quot; *quot; It?s i****t. and meant to be wrong. I know?*quot; ?I'm committing i****t with my mother. And it's very, very right. Hah! Maybe being so wrong is what makes it right, you know?*quot; *quot;Yes, darling, I think I do know. And I'm glad we aren't pretending about what we're doing. Now go take a shower.*quot; *quot;Come with me.*quot; *quot;Oh, I'd like that. Yes.*quot; They soaped each other, giggling like teenagers exploring each other's bodies. Helen sprang the surprise she'd planned as soon as they'd finished washing. She dropped to her knees and before Mark knew what was happening she already had her mouth around his cock. Oh Jesus.... I can't believe it. Mum's sucking my cock. He was hard almost instantly, despite this being the approach to his third ejaculation in so few hours. But the wetness of her mouth, and the knowledge that it was his own mother sucking his cock, made sure he rose quickly to heights of pleasure that could have only one result. Helen?s mouth bobbed up and down on his knob and one hand stroked his shaft rhythmically while the other gently cupped his balls. Mark watched, overjoyed at the feeling and urged on by the sight. His cock, in and out of her mouth. Oh my! His cock is so lovely! Will I let him cum?in my mouth? I never have before, but...it's Mark. My son. She kept it up for three or four minutes. Try as he might to prolong this new peak of sensations, Mark couldn't stop the surge as he came, in short sharp spurts. In mum's mouth! I'm cumming in mum's mouth! His knees weakened as his bolts shot from him. Helen sucked gently, feeling the pulses, tasting the salt cream as her son's cock gave up its charge. He came quickly, she sucked it in and swallowed it before slurping the last of it off the end of his cock. Oh my! I just sucked my son off. I like his cum taste, though. She laughed. Mark looked at her with a question in his eyes. *quot;Oh darling. It tastes like last night's champagne!*quot; He laughed too. Mark rinsed off while Helen dried herself. He hugged her from behind, kissed her neck, and whispered in her ear: *quot;I told you, you are the sexiest woman on this ship. Maybe in the whole world*quot; During the day they played bingo, table-tennis, ate a light lunch. *quot;That bloke in the black shorts and blue t-shirt has been ogling you for ages.*quot; *quot;So?*quot; *quot;I'm jealous!*quot; She laughed, blushed proudly, then decided to make him proud too. She stood beside him and planted a big, wet, tongue-kiss on him. At first Mark tensed: What the fuck? I can't kiss my mum like this in public! Oh, yeah. She's not my mum to them... *quot;I better start calling you ?Helen?, hadn't I?*quot; *quot;If you want. Or ?Babe? ?Honey' or Darling. But not 'cupcake' OK?*quot; He laughed: *quot;I like ?Honey'.*quot; *quot;OK, 'honey' it is. Now, I'm all sweaty, you are too. We both need a shower. Wanna get nasty first?*quot; Mark looked around him, afraid somebody had heard. He looked at his mother, grinning at him as she towelled off, and said: *quot;OK honey.*quot; That evening, after a seafood dinner and white wine, they held hands while walking around the promenade deck. It was cold - they hadn't sailed far enough north yet to enjoy the tropics - so almost nobody braved the cool southerly wind. But Helen had an idea. She led him to that secluded, sheltered spot they'd shared last night. Mark smiled, remembering how his heart had hammered in his chest as he'd lifted his mother's dress, put his hands on her bare bum, and then the first touch of her wet, hairy pussy... Helen snuggled in close, patted his chest, and whispered in his ear: *quot;I'm not wearing any knickers tonight.? *quot;What?*quot; *quot;I took them off when I went to the loo. Y'know, in case you wanted to feel me up, here, where it started last night.*quot; His hand had already begun its journey before she'd finished her invitation. She parted her feet, opening herself for him. Mark was surprised to find she was already soaking wet, and slid two fingers inside her straight away. *quot;Ooh, yes baby. Keep an eye out in case somebody comes. Keep doing that.*quot; He teased her. While gently finger-fucking, he only allowed occasional, fleeting contact with her clit even when she pressed against him. *quot;Oh you little bastard. Teasing your mummy like that!*quot; But her gasps and panting told him she was loving it. Some minutes after he'd first put his fingers into her, he cupped her mound firmly, the two middle fingers bent in her quim, while he rubbed his palm against her. She rocked her hips back, grinding her clit along his hand, and began to moan softly. Yes, baby. Make mummy cum again. As it rose in her belly, her orgasm threatened to let rip in her throat too. Without realising it, she bit Mark's shoulder through his thin shirt. He didn't care, he was proud of how hot he'd made her and just wanted his mum to cum. Helen?s arms went around Mark's neck as she pulled closer to the hand that sent her wild. Her legs shivered, she stifled a squeal into her son's shoulder, and they both felt her liquid flush as her climax overcame her. Still Mark kept his hand there, stroking gently now, as her pussy juice dripped into a puddle in his palm then escaped to run down Helen?s thighs. He whispered: *quot;Mum, did you just, um, squirt?*quot; *quot;Yes, darling. I do that sometimes. Oh don't take your hand away yet.*quot; *quot;But it's leaking down your thighs.*quot; *quot;I don't care.*quot; They stood like that for a minute, Mark gently cupping his mum's pussy while she wondered; How does my son make me so horny, so easily, so often? I would never have dared anything like this, in public, with anyone. Not even his father. A noise spooked them and they hurriedly made themselves fit to be seen and went back to being a couple promenading.Helen giggled as she put her hand in Mark's, covered with her pussy juice as it was. They rounded the corner and there were two teenagers kissing and fumbling. They looked with horror at the couple who'd discovered them. Mark said nothing, Helen just smiled at them as they passed *quot;Have fun, you two. It's warmer around there.*quot; The two smiled awkwardly. A few paces later, Mark looked back to see them disappear around 'their' corner. *quot;They took your advice, mum.*quot; *quot;Good. You hungry?*quot; They went to the late-night bar for a snack. Both washed their hands, then sitting in a booth Mark said: *quot;Um, did you put your knickers back on?*quot; She didn't answer, she just fumbled in her purse and put a bundle in his hand. Even in the dim light, and without looking, he knew she'd just handed him her underwear. The look of wicked triumph on her face made him melt. For the first time since they began their charade, he leaned in close, lifted her chin with his hand, and kissed her passionately, with tongues. It's so funny. My son and I have fucked, I've sucked him off - first man that ever came in my mouth! And he fingered me to climax - shit, all in public! - just an hour ago. And yet, I feel weird kissing him! A waitress approached, her attention on the order pad on her tray. She looked up and said *quot;I'm Sandy. Can I get you... Oh. Sorry. I guess you're, er, busy.*quot; Helen?s newly-awakened wickedness kicked in: *quot;Not yet, but we will be later.*quot; The woman smiled, bent lower, and said *quot;Lucky you!*quot; Mark blushed, Helen ordered a G