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The Sea

By: silverace1



You are standing at the rail of the balcony facing the moonlit sea across the beach from our isolated cabin. The light of the pale night full moon illuminates your naked body with an almost heavenly glow. I come up behind you and pull you back against my own nakedness to whisper words of love into your ear, matching my words to the sound of the gentle surf below us.

We have just finished making love and drifted off to a sated sleep in each other's arms, as is our habit. Only this time, I awoke a short time later as the lyrics to the old love song go "Moonlight and Empty Arms". I glanced over to the sheer billowing curtains to see your wondrous body gazing out to sea. When I took you into my arms, you leaned back and, turning your head for a gentle kiss, told me that you had always wanted to stand like this when no one could see and listen to the sounds of the ocean.

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As I hugged you close to me and rested my head on the top of yours - my hands stealing around you to cup your firm breasts and feel the tautness of your nipples (hard from the warm breezes), I thought back to the luck which had landed us here on the island of Oahu in the Hawaiian Islands and in this beautiful cabin along the lonely stretch of beach.

I had won the sales contest at work through long hours of setting up new clients and wooing them away from the competition. As a result, our firm had earned over $15 million in additional annual revenues for each of the next three years. Being a fairly small firm, this was a substantial increase in guaranteed sales and the managing committee was so pleased they offered me this two-week getaway with the guest of my choice. Who else would I take but the love of my life?

After we landed at Honolulu airport, our baggage was loaded into a paid for rental jeep and with the aid of a map and a picture of the cabin on the relatively uninhabited west shore, we opted to explore the rest of the island for three days before setting out. We checked in to the Royal Hawaiian Hotel (that famous pink hotel on the beach) and toured and shopped until we wore ourselves out each day. Then after dining in a different beachfront restaurant each evening and sipping pina coladas on the terrace, we walked barefoot for miles along pristine beaches in the moonlight. In the distance we could see the pointed spire of rock known as Diamond Head that guarded the large lagoon circled by luxury hotels.

After three days, however, we grew tired of the crowds of tourists and decided to head out for the privacy of our own place on the beach. It was an easy three hour drive to the almost hidden entrance to the private road down to the beach and we hadn't seen another car on this strip of the highway for at least and hour and a half. As we turned down the narrow, pitted trail to our retreat, I could see why the jeep was necessary; the road was very rough and hilly with lots of deep sand. The four-wheel drive cut in and we slid though the tough spots easily.

Soon, we came to the base of a small sand dune - we could hear the sound of the ocean surf just ahead - so I gunned the engine and we flew to the top of the wind blown sand. I stopped the vehicle so we could drink in the overwhelming panorama laid out before us. The sun shone from an azure sky on a sea of the deepest blue I had ever seen. About 200 feet from the high tide mark in the sand stood a beautiful building with a thatched roof and open sides to allow full ventilation by the balmy tropical breezes. This was to be ours for the next 8 or 9 days before we had to head back to the airport and home. There wasn't a soul or building in sight either direction and the beach stretched for miles both ways.

I drove the jeep carefully down the face of the dune and parked it behind the 'hut'. We each grabbed a small bag and stepped into paradise. The inside of the entrance opened up to a huge comfortable room with lots of wicker and stuffed furniture. In one corner, there was a small wood stove for the nights that I knew could be a bit chilly and a full supply of wood was stacked up. Off to the other side was a well-equipped open kitchen and, as we soon discovered our hosts had stocked both cupboards and fridge with food and drink. I found the source of energy later as I toured the outside walls to find two large propane tanks that were recently filled. 

Down a short hallway was the master bedroom with a king-size bed right at the side of the open French doors that led onto a large terrace. There was a small two-person hot tub in one corner and steps led down to the beach and the lapping surf a short distance away. Off the bedroom was a large bathroom with a big old-fashioned claw foot tub as its main feature. Plenty of room for bubble baths for two!

After a passionate liss to celebrate our good fortune, we unloaded our bags and then moved to the kitchen where we found an iced bottle of Champagne (as well as lots of other chilled wine) awaiting us. Since we were famished, I whipped us up a light salad Nicosia, some sliced French bread and an open bottle of Chablis while you ran into the bedroom to chance. Lunch was ready on the table by the open windows overlooking the sea when you stepped into the room clad in the nothing but a tiny bikini bottom. Your breasts swung free and high as you walked over and slipped into my arms.

"We are so far from every where, darling, I purpose we go naked the whole time we are here. However, until I got your agreement, I dressed for lunch; do you approve?" you asked with a grin.

"Wonderful idea but I feel over dressed in shorts and a tee!"

You quickly remedied that problem by lifting my t-shirt off over my head and sliding my shorts to the floor. This was followed by your fingers sliding into the waistband of your bottoms, which soon joined my clothes on the floor.

I reached for your amazing naked body but you jumped away from me as you laughed, saying "I'm famished, baby! Let's eat to get our strength up in case we need it later"

After we ate - with much toe touching and hand holding (I ran my foot up your leg under the table until my toes reached the parting of your wet pussy lips and you clenched your thighs together as you rode my foot to a mini orgasm) - we cleaned up and decided to go for a swim and then a walk along our private beach. Hand in hand, we ran into the surf and frolicked like a couple of love-struck teens. As you stood in waist deep water, bracing your legs wide against the incoming tide, I dove under the surface, swan around you and between your legs pausing to blow a stream of bubbles directly on your exposed clit! As I surfaced, your reaction of surprise and arousal was obvious and I lowered my hand to insert two fingers fully into your wet welcoming pussy. Your arms went around my neck as you let the waves lift and drop you onto my fingers and you bit into the skin of my neck as you felt the heat of the orgasm roll through you!

We soon ran up the beach to the fresh water outdoor shower - there was a large tank of rainwater elevated on a tower at the back of the cabin to feed fresh cool water to the house - to get the salt off our skin. Then we started off down the beach as the sun started its descent into the sea. We walked hand in hand, stopping for a kiss every few yards of so (we just can't stay away for each other) until it became slightly chilly and the only light was from the full moon. We headed back to the house without ever seeing a soul or hearing anything but the ocean at our feet and the occasional sea bird. Only those birds and one green sea turtle we spotted as it headed out to sea saw our naked bodies.

Back at the house, we lit some candles in the bedroom and to the mixed scents of vanilla and lilac, we made slow sensuous love. I started at your toes, sucking on each and licking between them as I massaged the soles of your feet. As I pressed on those special spots, warmth spread up your body and you relaxed completely as you gave yourself over to me completely. Slowly, I kissed my way first up one inner thigh and then down the other only blowing softly across your mons as I passed. You moaned quietly as your passions rose to the surface. I repeated the trip but this time I paused longer at your center to run my tongue from the bottom to the top of your now very wet slit. You parted your legs wider and pulled them to your chest, thus opening yourself to my adoring eyes and senses.

I lowered my face right up to that rose petal pussy and inhaled deeply of the musky smell I love so much! My tongue found its way to your wide spread opening as if on auto pilot and buried itself to the hilt just brushing your g-spot as your pulled yourself to the right angle. Your hips bucked involuntarily at this contact but soon returned so I could press on it again and again. I found it a strain for my tongue to reach and maintain contact so I replaced it with two curled fingers that easily reached the magic pad and pressed repeated on it until the urge to pee became overwhleming and you came copiously on my hand for me to lick up with great abandon.

Leaving my fingers buried in you and slowly fucking you with them, my lips and tongue found your protruding clit and I honed in on it to run my tongue around and over it as it grew longer and harder. Then, holding your tummy down to control your bucking, I drew your clit into my lips and began to suck on it like a baby sucks on its mother's nipples! Your screams of orgasmic delight almost drowned out the sound of the surf outside the open window!

I kept attacking your pussy and clit as yet another and another orgasm rushed through your and I drank eagerly of your sweet cum as it flowed continuously from the molten core. Finally, you cried out "No more! Please.. inside .. me!"

With your legs still clutched tightly to your chest, I rose on my knees and positioned my dripping cock at your streaming pussy. Leaning forward as I released your knees and wrapped your legs around my waist, I sank slowly all the way inside that velvet glove that gripped my cock so tightly. I marvel, as always, just how tight you are even after my fingers and tongue have spread you! It feels like I am sliding into a lava coated tube of silk that alternatively grips and releases my shaft as in a milking motion. I am pulled in deeper by the suction you are creating until I finally bottom out just brushing your tender cervix. I can feel the pulsations as your cervical walls trembles under the pressure and this in turn starts me over the edge as your hips thrust faster and faster against my pubes as our bodies clash together! I am there, my darling! I cum in burst after burst, bathing your insides with my thick cum!

I collapse on top of you as we continue our dance of love until we are fully spent. We roll sideways face to face, your legs still wrapped around me, and we trace every line of the other's face tenderly with our trembling fingers. Our lips meet in kiss after tender kiss as we murmur those eternal words of love to one another.

Slowly, we drift into slumber as my cock parts from its warm embrace. It is from this slumber that I awake to find you on the terrace outside the curtains.

Our first day in our tropical paradise, my sweetheart. So much time, yet never enough, for us to make love with one another before we have to return to our everyday lives. We will make the most of them!

The Sea



It was the last summer of peace. There was an eerie sense of normality as everyday life continued as though nothing was happening although no-one talked about tomorrow or the future for the time being. Silently we all recognized that the only thing we could be sure about was 'now'. Perhaps that is the key to this story.

When I came down from Cambridge I took my father's advice and went in to banking but almost died of boredom within a month. I knew then that I must pursue my own ambitions or one day I would wake up and realise that I had earned too much money to risk not being a banker.

I took off to my favourite southern coast with little more than a few pens and a note book to begin my new career as a ground breaking poet. I saw a card in a shop window of the small seaside town advertising an attic room to rent. I answered the call immediately. The house was a few miles outside the town; a beautiful secluded house, with magnificent grounds that ran down to a narrow, shallow river and then to the sea. When I rang the doorbell the home help answered and asked me to sit in the drawing room and Mr. and Mrs. Thompson would be down shortly. When the door opened Mr. Thompson introduced himself as Robert Thompson, and immediately called me 'old sport'. Moving to one side he then introduced his wife, Sophie and at that moment the world, history, time itself stopped for me and has never resumed. Beyond the few clouds in the sky that day, terrible forces were gathering and soon the world would be turned upside down forever. Nothing would stay the same. My love and passion for Sophie, like the wider world we inhabited, marked the tragic end, not the beginning, of a story.

As for him I took an instant dislike to him; there was something bullying about him, coarse, physical. He did not seem to regard her at all. I thought immediately afterwards that my reading of both of them could have been mistaken; time was to show it was not.

As I left the house an hour later I had vague recollections of being told about the house, the couple's routines, showed the room, told the rent and so on. But I was drunk, that is how it seemed. It was not just a question of her beauty, which was not the ostentatious, glamorous kind but a refined and delicate beauty, born, I felt, of intelligence and a capacity for love. This was the first of many lessons Sophie was to teach me: human beauty, or at least the female kind, was more than physical. It was the minute, human actions that enraptured me: the way she moved, sat down, smiled, laughed, tucked a stray hair behind her ear and shook my hand when I left. 

After I had walked a few steps away from the house I turned around to catch another glimpse of it. To my surprise Sophie was still standing in the doorway watching me go but her husband had gone back inside. When I saw her she smiled and I replied with a limp wave but that smile stretched out forever.

Two days later when I moved in I was met in the entrance hall by Robert who explained that he had to go away for a few days on business but that Sophie would show me all I needed to know. He introduced the housekeeper, Mrs. Henderson, who would help me settle in.

"Sophie will see you soon," was his parting shot as his car arrived to take him somewhere.

What happened next is hard to explain to anyone else except myself. I hold on to the wildly romantic and no doubt erroneous view, that out there is the right person for everyone but the world is a big place and the chance of everyone finding that person is remote.

Once in my room I touched none of my belongings and just waited for her. The temporal logic of time was in abeyance; events were fiercely compressed into mere moments. Soon there was quiet knock on the door and Sophie came in. Neither of us spoke but smiled knowingly. She walked over to me close enough to touch and paused for a moment before putting her arms around my neck and kissed me before resting her head on my chest. It was that simple. I remember saying, "What took you so long?"

How can I truly convey this? It felt not like a first meeting but a reunion, a resumption of something that we had once, who knows when?

After a minutes silence in that position she stood up and gently pushed me a few inches away. She then started to undo the buttons of her dress and said, "Well, are you going to fuck me or not?" We both laughed and in doing so registered our mutual understanding of this extraordinary moment. 

As she released the final button she reached up to the collar to pull it away but I intercepted her hands and put them by her side. I wanted the privilege of doing that. As the dress slid to the floor I saw for the first time her beautiful body. She never wore a bra, she did not need one; I noticed the first time I saw her, the press of a nipple against her dress. She had beautiful, small, pointed breasts with large, dark nipples. She always derided them, "They're girls' breasts," she exclaimed, "not a woman's! And when I lie down they disappear altogether!" No matter how many times I told her how beautiful they were, she remained unconvinced and self conscious about them. When her younger sister, Martine, who was more generously endowed than Sophie, came to visit I was warned not to spend the whole weekend looking at her breasts. However, this was all jest. I think over time she came to believe me when I told her how beautiful she was but she would never admit it; she never had compliments from Robert and was too modest to believe too easily what I told her.

I tried to show her once that her beauty had a lot to with curves but not the curves of her breasts. On one occasion when she was naked I tried to demonstrate it to her. I stood behind her with my hands on the cheeks of her face and slowly ran my hands downwards, first to point out the curve inwards as they ran down her slender neck; then down her spine until it curved outwards to her perfectly formed backside, inwards again down her slender legs, out and down her calves before finally returning inwards as her legs thinned down to her ankles.

"That," I recall exclaiming triumphantly, "is the beauty of your curves, my love!"

I told her she should read Hogarth's Line of Beauty. Then she put on one of her mock reprimands.

"Don't you try and sound clever with me young man. I'm the lady of the house here and you're just the lodger!"

Then she would throw her head back and peal with laughter. And my heart beat with desire.

That first time was brief, each of us trying to restrain the urgency of desire. I heard for the first time the loud music of Sophie's gasps and groans that became the soundtrack of that summer. We tried to avoid doing it when Mrs. Henderson was in the house but it was not always possible and so I was forced to put my hand across Sophie's mouth to muffle the noise. We were insatiable. The more we did it the more we wanted it. My cock hardened just waiting for her. When it didn't I took off my clothes and massaged it fiercely so it was in prime order when she finally arrived. Throwing off the few clothes she was wearing she was on top of me in an instant. Her loud gasps, sweating body and those rapidly vibrating breasts is an image whose arousal power, all these years later, has remained undiminished.

But it is the sea that is forever locked into all facets of my memories of that summer and Sophie. My childhood was a city one and as children we never once visited the sea; I was fifteen years old when I first saw it and I was mesmerised.

That summer the sea's smells, sounds and truculent changes of mood were part of my all encompassing passion for Sophie. One glorious, hot day she announced that she wanted to show me a special part of the beach only twenty minutes walk away for which she said brought a large picnic basket in which were fresh strawberries and a bottle of champagne.

The place she took me to was beautifully secluded by dunes and largely unvisited.

"But first," she announced just after we arrived, "I want a swim."

"I haven't brought a costume."

By this time she had just about stripped off all she was wearing.

"Suppose someone comes," I feebly objected.

"Don't be a prude," she yelled and ran screeching and naked into the sea. I stripped off and ran after her. When we came back Sophie flopped onto the sand with her legs apart and her arms held imploringly outwards.

"Please, Hugh, please, now!"

My earlier inhibitions had dissolved and I eased myself on top of her. I cannot claim to remember all the details of the many times I fucked her that summer but this one I did. As my lips and tongue ranged over her body I experienced for the first and last time that euphoric elixir of female skin, salt water and sweat mixed with the distant call of gulls, lapping waves and the heavy rhythm of Sophie's loud, urgent gasps. 

When we had finally caught our breath Sophie sat up and decided now was the time for the champagne and strawberries but I intervened.

"No," I remember saying, "now I'm going to teach you something."

Her eyes lit up. Anticipation enlivened her face.

"There is only one way to eat strawberries and drink champagne," I continued, "do you know what that is?"

"No," she said with the excitement of a young child.

"Right, lie down."

"This is an unusual!"

"Do as you are told."

For once she did.

"Now for this you will have to lie perfectly still, don't move or muscle or even talk, which for you will be difficult."

"Don't make me laugh then."

I picked out the two largest strawberries in the box and took a bite of each one. I then placed one on each of her nipples so that the bitten part fitted securely. It was a difficult operation. But the moment they looked secure she laughed and they fell off.

"Keep still!" I cried and smacked her on the leg.

I replaced the strawberries. Then I opened the champagne, poured a little in one glass and then tipped the chilled liquid over each strawberry nipple. As the champagne oozed down each breast I took into my mouth, one strawberry at a time and carefully began to nibble it. Soon most of the champagne flavoured strawberry was gone and her nipple came into my mouth where I sucked away the last few remnants of the fruit and licked away the remaining drops of champagne as it dribbled down the mound of her breast. I consumed the other strawberry, champagne and nipple in the same way.

"That," I rounded off triumphantly, "is the only way to eat strawberries and champagne."

Her eyes were now closed. When she opened them I saw she was crying.

"How dare you come into my life and make me this happy," she sobbed. 

Two days later Robert came home and his imminent arrival threw me into a terrible, juvenile sulk that, like all lovers, I took out on the one I loved.

We were sitting in a buttercup carpeted field under a hot July sun but Robert's imminent return had induced in both of us a quiet introspection.

"He'll want you, won't he? To-night, I mean?" I finally let free what was needling me. She gave a small resigned sigh that seemed to say, 'what is the point of bringing that up?'

"Well?" 

"I suppose so," she conceded.

"You suppose so? It's a crushing bloody certainty, I'd say."

"It doesn't matter."

"Doesn't matter," I exploded incredulously, "doesn't matter to who?"

"To me. Nor should it to you."

I reverted to silent sulkiness. She continued.

"It's not what we do, please don't think that. He's just pleasing himself. He has no sense of me at all. He's just.......masturbating on top of me."

"Inside you, I would say." 

She refrained from replying to that but added, "Either way it doesn't touch you, or us. It's a duty I'm called upon, unfortunately, to perform. It's just as much a duty to him, after all he has plenty of other women."

"Other women?"

"Yes, wives always know these things."

"Don't you care?"

"Once I did but no longer. I've settled for a pragmatic marriage. We have a beautiful house, plenty of money, no children, of course but that's my fault, in return I maintain the outward show of decency and respectability and give him what little he wants in bed every so often. The availability of these other women, who presumably are in love with his money, takes the pressure off me. Of course, I would like all that and to love my husband like I love you but life's not like that, is it?"

There was a long silence. Eventually she threw her arms around me and said, "Darling, please don't pick a fight with me I can have that anytime I want. I'd much rather have a good fuck."

She looked at the clock.

"We've got five minutes before Mrs. Henderson comes back to start making the dinner."

The fuck was as good as ever but it failed to change my mood. I awaited his return like a death sentence. I refused to look out of the window to see his car arrive but Mrs. Henderson knocked on my door some hours later and said that Mr. & Mrs. Thompson would like me to join them for dinner. What could I do?

Robert was in bullish mood; his business meetings had been hugely successful. Champagne flowed. As he poured it Sophie looked at me with a mischievous smile as, this time, we drank it from a glass. If only he knew, I thought, as I supposed, she thought also.

Robert bored us to tears the whole evening with details of his business affairs. Sophie and I made all the right noises, smiled and laughed when required and so generally added to his burgeoning sense of his own worth. This I realised was what she must do all the time.

Then suddenly he said, "Well my love, I think we'll have an early night shall we?"

I flashed a glance at Sophie but she responded without looking up and gathered together some plates.

"Leave that, Sophie, that's Mrs. Henderson's job."

She did as she was told and said goodnight to me with the briefest of glances.

"Good-night, old sport," he called out, no doubt relishing the task ahead.

I felt sick and walked out into the garden, choosing the back of the house because their bedroom was in the front. The lights on or off would not make me feel better. I kept reminding myself of what Sophie said about duty but it made no difference. Against reason and rationality, I felt betrayed.

I went back into the house and poured a very large, neat Scotch which I knew would knock me out pretty quickly. Even if it only did so for a couple of hours I would by then be able to console myself that they would probably be asleep. 

The following morning she came into my room just as I had woken up. 

"Time for breakfast," she announced.

I struggled to sit up but she pushed me back down.

"You don't understand," she said and threw off all my blankets. It had been a hot night and I was wearing nothing. She took hold of my cock and began to massage it and, as ever with her, it hardened quickly. She took it in her mouth and sucked it vigorously and I lay back and endured the painful pleasure. The ejaculation came soon. For a moment I lay still with my eyes closed; when I opened them she was using her fingers to wipe away the remaining juices into her mouth followed by a theatrical licking of her lips before rounding off with, "There, that's what I call a breakfast!"

One evening the three of us were sitting in the drawing room listening to one of Robert's favourite and tedious popular jazz programs when it abruptly ended. There was an urgent news bulletin. The political situation that before the summer had eased was now moving towards crisis: there were significant troop movements towards key border areas. Rearmament was advanced. When eventually the music programme was resumed Sophie stood up and turned it off. With her back to Robert and me she said very softly, "There's going to be a war."

Robert with characteristic bravura got up and exclaimed, "Nonsense! It's just the usual politicians' sabre rattling. No-one wants a war." But he left the room without waiting for a response.

Sophie and I remained seated and said nothing for some time. I have retained in my memory every detail of that moment: the slight breeze blowing the curtains against the windows, the smell of the tulips in the vase next to where I was sitting, the taste lingering in my mouth of the whiskey I was drinking, the way the hem of Sophie's skirt was slightly folded back revealing her knee. It is as though I am looking at a painting. 

She turned to look at me with the gaze of the inquisitor and said, "This is how it will end, won't it, for us?"

In the fifty years since then I have replayed that moment more times than there are numbers to count it and wondered why I said what I did. All I know is I turned my gaze to her beautiful, frightened face and said, "Yes." 

Despite the crisis, or perhaps because of it, we gradually retreated into our own hermetically sealed world of passion and eroticism. One evening Sophie, Robert and I sat in the drawing room. Robert was once more boring me with details of his financial maneuverings. I sat facing him whilst Sophie stood behind him. I could therefore see both of them but Robert could only see me. As Robert droned on and I was making a valiant effort to sound interested, I saw Sophie take up a banana and unpeel it. After this she ostentatiously put it deep into her mouth and rather than bite it she simply thrust it and an out of her mouth in imitation of what she did to me everyday. I tried to retain my composure whilst Robert continued with the details of his financial achievements. When Robert had finished he stood up and Sophie innocently began to nibble the thick, erect banana, a model of the quiet, attentive wife.

The following morning Sophie rushed breathlessly into my room to tell me that Robert was going to be a way for a whole week and she had persuaded him that she would be able to take care of household duties and so give Mrs. Henderson some well deserved holiday. A whole week in that house with just Sophie. Ineffable bliss!

The following morning it seemed Robert took forever to breakfast and pack. Finally, Sophie took him to the railway station. I must have looked out of the window to see her return about twice a minute. Eventually I heard the car door slam followed soon by a pounding up the stairs. I opened the bedroom door so that even a fraction of a second would not be wasted. I was desperate for her. When she reached the top of the stairs she ran into my room and leapt at me and I caught her and she kissed me with a terrible ferocity. The run upstairs and the urgency of her desire caused her to breathe loudly and quickly.

"Fuck me, Hugh, please, now, fuck me, fuck me!"

Our urgency was such that we were clumsy getting out clothes off. Finally, she was so wet that I penetrated her with ease at which she let out a loud gasp which was not so much pleasure as sheer relief. It was over quickly and we laughed.

We lay side by side quietly for about a minute to catch our breath. Then I propped myself up on my arm and looked down at her sweaty, shining body.

"You have such beautiful body," I said, not for the first time. I ran my hand down from underneath her neck, across her breasts, down her belly, inside her thighs and down her leg.

"So slim and lithe," I concluded.

"You mean skinny and flat chested."

"You are not flat chested."

I ran my hands down the mounds of breasts, pressing them slightly with my thumb and forefinger.

"They're beautifully firm. And then these beauties," as I turned my attention to those beautiful nipples and could not resist putting my teeth gently on each one. She closed her eyes and groaned very slightly.

"I've always hated them," at which she paused, before adding, "until now. You've convinced me. Like you've convinced me about a lot of things. About myself, that is. But..."

"But what?"

"But.....I want you to fuck me again."

"What now?"

I looked down at my lapsed cock.




The Sea Cruise



The day was typically cold and wet and just what everyone expects for a funeral. We were gathered to bury our father who had finally passed away after a long, lingering, pain filled and undignified illness. His death came as a relief to us all, and I have no doubt to Dad as well, but none of us would admit to this. We were having what was basically a ‘Family Only’ funeral with only a few of his very close friends being invited to attend – Mum, me, my sister Julie and my brother John and his wife Sue and about 10 friends. Not a very large party for what was a popular and caring man but we knew that he would prefer it this way and had arranged everything accordingly.

After the formalities we returned to the family home for a couple of drinks and some afternoon tea and to say farewell to our beloved family member and friend. When all the visitors had departed we convinced Mom to lie down for a well-earned rest and the rest of us met in the lounge for a family discussion. Mom was looking terrible, the months of worry and work having taken a very tough toll of her, and we were worried about her health and well-being. Dad had retired at age 60, sold his business and looked forward to a long and enjoyable retirement. They managed to get one year of pleasure before discovering that he was about as ill as he could get. The fight against his forthcoming death lasted only 18 months and cost a large portion of their retirement fund and Mom was now only basically provided for rather than being ‘comfortable’.

Mom, now aged 56, looks about 66 in total contrast to 2 years ago when she was 54 and looked 44. The care and worry of Dad’s illness had worried and worked her far too hard and we were frightened that if we didn’t do something extremely quickly she would join Dad in quick order. After a long discussion of what we should do the idea of a cruise holiday came up. All 3 of us were successful and in well paying employment and money was not too much of a problem for any one of us. Julie lived a long way from us and had only recently separated from her husband but she had continued with her career after marriage and her ex was also well paid so she was more than able to pay a share of the costs. John was self-employed and his wife had only just retired after finding out that she was pregnant and they were also more than willing to help defray any costs.

I plugged in my lap-top and found the site of a travel agent advertising a current cruise and found that we could fly Mom to join it over the next couple of days. It was decided that, as Mom would not go by herself, Sue should accompany her and we would split the total cost 3 ways, she being the logical choice as a break would do her the world of good as well as Mom and Julie had to get back to her work, not being in a position to take any extended time off at present. I made a definite booking for 2 using my credit card. Julie sneaked upstairs and reported back that Mom was ‘right out to it’ and that we should not disturb her as the sleep would be doing her the world of good.

John and Sue decided to return home for a few hours and to come back in the evening. Julie and I were left alone, it not being worth-while me returning to my empty flat, and we decided to have a drink and relax. While sitting looking into the fire I began to get a bit melancholy thinking about the gap that Dad’s death would leave in our lives and when I looked over at Julie I saw that she was feeling the same and that tears were starting to ooze from her eyes. When she met my gaze she came over and sat beside me and we hugged each other comfortingly and it felt great to have her wrapped in my arms again after all this time. We had a long ‘on again, off again’ relationship from when she turned 16 up until she got married. Julie had decided that I was to initiate her into the rites of sex and she used to come and stay at my flat and eventually seduced me. I hadn’t resisted too much and then did nothing to stop it carrying on for the six years that it lasted, our last and possibly best fuck having occurred on the eve of her marriage, when she sneaked into my hotel room, our family having stayed, for the wedding ceremony next day, in the same hotel as her.

The feel of her in my arms with her breasts pressing into my chest and her face buried against me began to get me aroused and Julie soon became aware of this and looked up at me,

“We can’t! Dad’s not even warm in his grave and anyway I’m sort of married now. Besides Mom could wake anytime and we can’t risk her catching us.” She protested but there was not much conviction in her words.

“We could go upstairs and use one of the bedrooms right at the other end of the hall. She’d never think to look in there and anyway we would hear her first. If we don’t do it today we might never do it as you’re going home tomorrow and it could be ages before we get together again.” 

I stood up and reached my hand down to her and after very little thought she grasped it and allowed me to pull her to her feet and lead her upstairs. We peeped in Mom’s door and when we found her still asleep we pulled her door securely closed, proceeded down the hall to the end bedroom and closed that door behind us. As soon as we were safe in our private space I pulled Julie to me and wrapped her in my arms and plastered my mouth on hers. She was as eager for our embrace as me and we were soon both clutching at each others backsides and trying to get even closer than we already were. 

I backed over to the bed and sat on the edge of it and pulled Julie to me to stand between my widespread legs with my arms now right round her bum and my face pushed between her breasts. I nuzzled at her and then slowly worked my way down her body until I was forcing my face into her groin through the material of her black dress. Her odour was just as I remembered and I was erect and uncomfortable and desperate to fuck her. I freed my cock from its twisted up position and then lifted the hem of her dress to hip height with both hands and pushed my face back into her crotch. Now the smell and feel of her pussy through just her white panties was so much stronger and I was soon licking and prodding at her barely covered pussy lips. Julie was getting excited and clutching me into her by pulling at to the back of my head. 

Releasing her I stood, turned her around and unfastened the back of her dress, lifting it up and free of her as she lifted her arms to help me. Julie was left standing before me in a black slip, which I then removed by sliding the straps down her arms and letting the garment fall to the floor. She had definitely dressed for a funeral as her garb was still black, now consisting of a black bra, black garter belt and black stockings. The black underwear was in stark contrast to her lacy white nickers and in response to my enquiry she said that her husband had broken up the set of underwear when he ripped the panties off of her in one of the last bouts of unbridled passion in their marriage. This raised jealous, angry and unreasonable feelings towards him in my mind but the prospect of getting her body back as my own soon overcame these feelings and, kneeling in front of her, I unfastened the garter belt suspenders from her stockings and slid them down her legs and encouraged her to step out of them. I unfastened her garter belt and when I had removed it I stood back up and quickly stripped down to my underpants and then lowered her backwards onto the bed and stood over her. 

“I’m going to fuck you to within an inch of your life and show you what you have been missing out on, all this time.”

Julie smiled back up at me and spread her legs as far apart as she could and threw her arms wide open.

“You’re all talk!” she replied and I grasped the waist-band of her nickers and ripped them from her, lifting her backside clear of the bed before the material tore. I did the same with her bra and she lay there totally exposed and open to my gaze.

I slid off my underpants and without any further actions or delays I dropped on top of her and drove my erection deep into her. We both groaned with pure pleasure and went to driving at each other, desperate to enjoy as much of each other as was possible. I couldn’t get any further inside her than I was forcing myself and by her actions Julie wanted this deep penetration as much as I did. We couldn’t make too much noise, as we didn’t want to wake Mom, so as she neared her climax Julie was biting and chewing on the pillow and when she finally began to shake and shudder through her orgasm she bit down so hard on the pillow her teeth made holes in the covering and she dug her fingernails deeply into my back, feeling like she was ripping deep gouges. I climaxed at all most the same time and when we were both spent we rolled apart and smiled contentedly at each other.

“God I enjoyed that! I didn’t realise just how much I missed our sex together. Do you think we can get together tonight when Mom’s asleep? It’ll be our last time for a while. More’s the pity.” Julie looked as if she was really distressed at the thought of what she would be missing.

“We should be able to.” I replied, “But in the meantime we’d better get dressed and back downstairs before Mom and John and Sue are looking for us. That could be a bit embarrassing.”

We both got up and climbed back into our clothes, Julie having to go braless and panty-less, my having totally destroyed them in my eagerness to get at her. The thought of her being among the rest of the family without her underwear on was getting me excited again and we reluctantly straightened the bed and exited the room before I did something that I would later regret.

Back in the lounge we settled down side by side on the sofa in front of the fire and waited for the rest of the family to join us. Not wanting to miss out on an opportunity I began kissing her and then lowered my hand on to her knee and slid it up her thigh when she did not object. I was fingering her furiously and she was squeezing my, once again, hard cock through my slacks when we heard, fortunately, Mom coming down the stairs. We were straightened up and looking innocent when she came in looking a whole lot better for her sleep. She smiled at us and asked if we wanted coffee and something to eat.

The doorbell rang before we could answer and I went and let John and his wife enter. We all got together round the kitchen table and the three women quickly fix some sandwiches and coffee while we consumed as we talked. We explained to Mom that we had booked her a holiday to relax and revive her and, as expected, she protested that she could not accept our combined charity but we finally managed to convince her that she would not be depriving us or causing any hardship. John and Sue then dropped their bad news on us. They had called to check with their doctor to confirm that it was OK for her to take a sea voyage and he had explained to them that as she had previously had a miscarriage he didn’t really want her too far from his care for any length of time. They had to accept his advise and consequently we would have to find someone else to go with Mom.

Julie would have loved to accompany her but her work position absolutely ruled this out. Since I was basically self-employed I was the only one who could possibly get away and when I really thought about it I could find no real reason why I couldn’t go. The only problem that I could see was whether Mom would want me with her.

“Of course I’d love to travel with you. It would be great and we should have lots of fun together.” Mom seemed keen, and I could only see one more real problem.

“The only problem is, Mom,” I went on, “the cabin we have reserved is a twin one with oversized bunks and a small bathroom attached. It’s not very big and it may be a bit difficult to maintain our modesty. Are you sure you want to put up with living in close quarters with me? We might be able to arrange for two single cabins but it is probably unlikely at this late stage.”

“No. There’s no need for that. I’m sure that if we take care we should get on real well together.” Mom was starting to look eager to go and we arranged that we would take off the day after tomorrow. This would give me time to organise my work schedule, close down my flat and to pack what I would need. Since Julie was leaving next day Sue said that she would come over and help Mom and she would keep her eye on both our places while we were away. I told Mom that I had had a couple of drinks while she was sleeping and I had better not drive home so would stay the night. I suggested that we should get off to bed early as we had a big day tomorrow and everyone agreed and John and Sue returned home and Mom and Julie headed upstairs while I banked the fire and locked the doors and then followed them eagerly anticipating Julie joining me when things had quietened down. 

Chapter 2

Julie came to my room as we had planned and we spent what seemed like the whole night having sex. Every time we finished and I was settling down to sleep and regain my strength she soon had me aroused and hard at it again. I had forgotten how much she liked to fuck and how convincing and forceful she could be with her mouth and active little tongue. As a consequence, when she finally returned to her own room in the early hours I felt as if I hadn’t closed my eyes all night. With the prospect of a really frantic day ahead of me I was up, showered and dressed early and was brewing coffee when Mom and Julie came into the kitchen.

“Morning, sleep well?” Mom asked and I noticed a bit of a twinkle in her eye when I leant over to kiss her good-morning. I wondered if we were fooling her or if she had noticed our closeness or maybe heard us.

“Yep, had a great night.” I replied, ‘What about you Julie – you get a good night as well being as how it was a strange bed and all?”

“Yes, as good a night as I’ve had in a while,” Julie smiled at both of us, “Now I need to phone a cab as my flight leaves early and I really can’t afford to miss it.”

“I’ll run you out. I need to get going as well if I’m to get everything done. Maybe we might have time for a quick bite of breakfast at the airport. Sue will be over early, Mom, and I will give you a ring about tomorrow’s arrangements later. I don’t think I’ll have time to get back here today so I’ll see you tomorrow. I am really looking forward to our break – it’s years since I had a holiday.” 

I kissed Mom goodbye and carried Julie’s bag out to my car as she made her farewells to Mom and we were soon heading for the airport. When we were on the freeway I reached over and ran my hand up Julie’s leg under her skirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked as she clamped her legs together, trapping my hand half-way up her thigh.

“Just thought I’d make sure you were wearing underwear, today.” I replied, giving her my best lecherous grin. “I was shocked when you were parading around, bare-arsed, in front of your Mother and brother and sister yesterday.”

Julie smiled back at me and relaxed her legs to let my hand slide up, investigate the bare flesh of her thigh at the top of her stockings and then proceed higher and learn that her modesty was preserved by panties. When I didn’t show any inclination to remove my hand she slid closer to me and allowed me to work my fingers under the leg opening of her nickers and to play with her rapidly moistening cunt. The trip to the airport took long enough for me to bring her to yet another orgasm and she lay back against the seat shaking, gasping and crying out and I hoped that none of the cars passing by would notice and, thinking that I might be harming her, call the cops. When we arrived at the airport she had regained her composure and looking down into my lap she suggested that I had better find a secluded corner and she would take the pressure off for me.

I had no sooner parked the car and turned the motor off when she unzipped my fly and worked my cock out through my underpants and dove down on it. Once again she had me in her hot sucking mouth but this time she was going at it for real, not just getting me up and ready for a further fuck. Her sucking and licking soon had me ejaculating in her mouth and she swallowed everything that I spouted out without missing a beat. In all probability, I had cum that many times in the past few hours I probably only managed to produce an infinitesimal amount. When I was finished she tucked me away, zipped me up and then sat up herself, examined her face in the mirror and declared herself ready to go.

We found that there was a short delay in take-off that would allow us to breakfast together and afterwards I felt quite distressed as she left me, knowing that it would more than likely be some time before we got together again. 

I finally got back to my flat and after arranging with my cleaner to keep coming in during the time that I was away, I sorted out what I wanted to take with me and dropped it into a quick-fire cleaners to be collected later in the day and went down to my shop. My senior assistant was more than happy to take over the running of the place and I decided to look into keeping the arrangement permanent when I got back. By late in the day I had completed all my arrangements, visited my bank and was home with my clean clothes. After contacting Mom and, after confirming that I would collect her in the morning, I spoke to Sue and arranged for her to go to the airport with us and to take my car away and use it during my absence.

Next morning we all arrived safely at the airport and Mom and I were soon winging our way towards our meeting with our ‘Holiday Home from Home’. We spotted it moored in the harbour as we circled our way towards the runway and ‘She’ looked very pretty in the bright sunshine, all white and sparkling, moored at the wharf. We had no trouble working our way through customs and Mom and I were soon heading for our ship in the courtesy coach provided.

Our home for the next couple of weeks looked even more beautiful from close up and she matched her name, The White Wanderer, perfectly. In her glistening white livery she looked like a great white bird eager to be off and Mom and I went on board quickly, not wanting to risk being left behind. We were welcomed aboard by the Purser and sent to find our cabin behind a steward bearing our luggage. When we were shown into our cabin we found it to be slightly larger than we expected, but not by much. Behind the door were our bunks – being about as wide as a ¾ sized double bed. The ceiling was high enough for there to be plenty of space between the bunks and they actually looked very roomy and comfortable, each one having curtains that could be pulled for complete privacy. Opposite the bunks was a dressing table with a recessed mirror and, over- head, a light and next to that was a single-door closet. An armchair, small built-in table with a phone on it and the end of a three-person settee filled the right hand wall. The settee and another armchair took up the full length of the back wall and between the armchair and the end of the bunks, on the left wall, was a doorway into a small but functional bathroom containing a toilet, shower and small hand-basin. It would be difficult drying off after a shower and keeping clothes dry while showering but it was good not to have to share facilities with other passengers. 

We checked out our new temporary home and decide that we would be very comfortable. Mom decided that, since she was much lighter than me, she would take the top bunk, assuring me that she could climb in and out of it as easily as I could and there was a lot more chance of my being able to catch her if she fell than there was of her catching me. I had to agree with her logic so I agreed, somewhat against my better judgement and I discovered, to my relief, that there were bars that could be placed in position to stop one from rolling out during sleep.




The Sea Cruise



We decided to unpack our things and get organised before we sailed and working together we soon had everything ‘shipshape’ and our bags stored under the settee. We found that we had facilities for making coffee or tea and, that there was a small but efficient fridge in the top of the wardrobe When we had finished our chores we settled down for a coffee and to relax.

“I think we are going to have a really marvellous time together and the whole trip should be great fun and quite an experience.” Mom looked really pleased with her forthcoming adventure and she already looked younger than she had just two days ago. “The only thing is that we will have to learn to be relaxed in each others company, since we are living in such close quarters, and not get embarrassed easily. I was married to your father for 37 and a half years and I have no illusions left about the habits of men. - There’s no need to work it out – yes - I was pregnant with you when we married – I thought you would have worked that out long before now.”

“No, it never occurred to me – I assumed that you had been married 18 months when I was born. Still what difference does it make anyway. I was just sitting here thinking the same about our circumstances and I was about to bring the subject up. The bathrooms so small it might be hard to use it completely to get changed in so I don’t think we should worry too much about the occasional glimpse of underwear if it occurs. I know it won’t bother me, anyway.”

“I feel the same way, now how about taking me up on deck as I think we’re about to sail.” Mom stood, grabbed her camera and waited for me to lock the door before offering her arm to be taken outside.

To the accompaniment of music and cheering, the throwing of streamers and waving of arms the White Wanderer cast off and slowly left the harbour and headed out to sea. Mom got the first of what was to be many photos before saying,

“Well, I think I might go down and change into my shorts and find a lounger in the sunshine for the afternoon. What are you going to do?”

“That sounds like just the ticket to me, as well. I need to unwind a bit and a read and doze in the sun would be just the thing.”

We went back down to our cabin and dug out our shorts and tops. Mom’s gaze met mine and she said,

“I suppose that we might as well start as we mean to go on. I can’t see the point of going into that tiny bathroom just to hide our underwear, which really is no worse than our swim-suits, so I’m just going to get changed here.”

Suiting her actions to her words she reached behind her and unfastened the top of her dress and lifted it up over her head and off, finishing up in her white slip. As she hung her dress in the closet I concluded that, after our talk, I couldn’t now hide away in the bathroom so I sat on the edge of my bunk and began to remove my shoes and socks. Mom reached up under her slip and began to remove her pantihose and sat on the settee to slide them right off. She stood and dropped them in the laundry bag hanging inside the closet door and then lowered her slip and stepped out of it, ending up facing partly away from me in just her nickers and bra. I had managed to step out of my trousers and back into my shorts while she was undressing so I was now sitting on my bunk again looking at her.

Mom’s underwear was pink and silky and very slinky and sexy and suddenly I realised that our rooming together might be a lot harder on me than I had thought. I had entertained only fleeting fantasies in the past of making it with my mother as I had been fucking my sister for so long. Now the nearness and partial nakedness of her made me realise that she was still a very well preserved and good-looking sexy woman and I knew that the only thing that would stop me from trying to seduce her was the fact that she was indeed my mother. When she bent down to pick up her slip the way that her panties pulled between the cheeks of her bum gave me an instant erection and I was pleased that my shorts were very loose fitting. When she turned to drop the slip in with her pantihose I could make out the faint darkness of her pubic hair through her panties and I had to look away guiltily as her gaze met mine. I changed my shirt for a tee shirt and was ready to go when she had pulled on her shorts and blouse. Mom grabbed her towel and book and headed off with me following with mine. I also grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion as I left.

We claimed a couple of loungers, side by side and settled down for the afternoon. Mom was quickly lying back with her eyes closed, half dozing, and I decided to coat my self with protectant before relaxing. I had finished my legs and was almost done with my arms and face when Mom opened just one eye and said, plaintively,

“I should have done that before getting comfortable. Would you do my legs and then give me the bottle to cover the rest of myself. Please, pretty please.”

How could I possibly ignore that and so I sat up and shifted down opposite her legs and poured some lotion on her. I smoothed it all over her feet and calves and gently massaged it in then shifted higher and tilted some on to her thighs and went to work on them. As I got higher and higher she slowly spread her legs apart to allow me access and when I looked up at her face she was lying back with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. I began to get the idea that she was enjoying this as much as I was and I found that the closer I got to the junction of her thighs the further she spread her legs until I was able to see up the gaping leg opening of her shorts. I could now see the gusset of her nickers and, it looked to me, as if it was getting very moist. I finally managed to drag my eyes away and handed the bottle to her and lay back down thinking about the exciting vision I had just had and went off to sleep thinking thoughts of my Mom that I definitely shouldn’t have been. 

We returned to our cabin to dress for dinner and Mom made use of the shower first, eventually re-appearing wrapped modestly, but sexily, in a towel and sent me in to have mine while she dressed. I used the sounds of the shower to mask my masturbation thinking of Mom and when I came out in my underwear Mom was almost ready and this time it was her that sat and watched me. I was pleased that I had ‘eased the pressure’ in the shower as even the thought of her watching me would have caused an erection and this would have embarrassed the both of us. 

We had chosen the first sitting for meals and a very fine sight it was. All the passengers had dressed for dinner and the dining room looked resplendent and the food lived up to all our expectations. I could see that it would be unwise to attend all meals and teas available, and it would be a must to complete a daily walk. After our meal we retired to the music bar and sat and listened to the ensemble play a few numbers and had a couple of drinks. The early start and the happenings of the last few days soon caused us ti decide to call it a day and retire to our bunks to be fresh for the new day tomorrow. 

Neither of us made any attempt to go into the bathroom to remove our outer clothing and we were both soon down to our underwear and hanging our clothes back in the wardrobe. It was not as hard on me as it was the first time but it was still very exciting to discover that Mom was now wearing lacy black underwear, the panties barely seeming to cover her pubic hair and the bra being minimal and uplifting. She took her PJ’s into the bathroom and came out wearing them and dropped her undies on the chair, obviously deciding that they were still fresh enough to use again. Her nightwear was a revelation, thin white silk PJ’s that draped her body loosely and followed her every movement, and, when I helped her up the ladder to her top bunk, I clasped her hips to steady her and I could feel her body almost as if she was not wearing them. The way that her bum was outlined as she ascended the ladder caused me yet another hard cock and I was pleased that she was not now able to see my lower regions. I was starting to wonder where all this vim and horniness was coming from. It seemed that forbidden sex is definitely the most arousing.

“Would you like your curtains pulled?” I asked, “I will probably read for quite a while and it will stop the light bothering you.”

“Please, Sweetheart. And what about a goodnight kiss and hug?”

I stood on my bunk and this enabled me to reach Mom and pull her into my arms for the hug she wanted. The feel of her breasts through her thin top showed me that they were still firm and not sagging much. I had expected to just give her a quick buss on the cheek but she pressed her lips to mine and held it for a few seconds. When I had pulled her curtains I climbed back down and prepared to crawl between my own covers but first I gave in to temptation and, now that Mom couldn’t see, I reached down and fondled her panties where they were lying on the chair. I turned away from the bunks and brought them to my face and sniffed in the odour of mom’s pussy and found that it was very like that of Julie. I replaced the nickers and grabbed one of my dirty socks deciding that I would have to jerk off for the second time to enable me to get some sleep. I read till I was sure that Mom was asleep and then I flicked off my light and rubbed at my cock, thinking of Mom’s breasts and bum until I emptied myself into the sock and then peacefully dropped off to sleep.

Chapter 3

I awoke reasonably early next morning after a great nights sleep, the slow rocking of the ship having lulled me into as deep a sleep as I could remember for a long time. I lay there for a few minutes just enjoying the pleasurable relaxed feelings the ships motion was inducing but I was eventually forced to get up by the growing pressure on my bladder. I shut myself in the toilet and after a long satisfying piss I stripped off my P.J.s and had a good wash and shave then returned to the cabin in clean underpants, where I put on light-weight slacks and a golf shirt. Mum was not moving yet, so I made myself a cup of tea and settled down in the chair bedside the table and read the daily handout newsletter that had been pushed under our door.

From behind the curtains round the top bunk, I finally heard sounds of movement that was Mom stretching and yawning, and then a gap in the curtains opened and Moms tousled head poked out and she smiled at me and said,

“Good-morning. What a great nights sleep! I didn’t move all night. What about you? Sleep OK?” when I confirmed what a good night I had had as well she went on. “I see it’s nearly time for breakfast and I need to go to the toilet so I suppose I had better get a move on.”

Her head disappeared back behind the curtains and then the whole curtain slid back and Mom moved to climb down. She sat on the side of the bunk, beside the ladder, with her legs dangling intending to twist onto the ladder and climb down. I stood and moved over to help her and ensure that she didn’t fall and then I suggested,

“Here, let me lift you down – you don’t weigh much and it will be a lot safer and easier. Lift your arms a bit and I’ll hold you there.”

Mom lifted her arms clear of her body and I grasped her with my hands in her armpits and sort of pulled her towards me and slowly lowered her to the floor. She sort of slid down against my front and we finished up virtually in a hug. Mom smiled up into my eyes and wrapped her arms round me and hugged me tightly,

“Thank you, Kindly Sir, you must be stronger than I thought being able to lift my chubby little body. Now, what about a quick kiss to go with our early morning hug?”

She was obviously fishing for a compliment as there was hardly an extra ounce on her. Mom’s face was slightly puffy from sleep and she still had sleepy eyes but to me she was beautiful and desirable and I had no hesitation in lowering my face and quickly pecking her lips before releasing her and turning her towards the bathroom and, with a quick slap on her delightful bum, sent her on her way,

“You’d better hurry your pretty little backside in there and do your thing or breakfast will be over before we get there, and I’m starving.” Mom giggled and headed through the door rubbing her bum with one hand as she did so. That was a great sight, it being covered by only thin satiny pyjama pants and I was smiling contentedly as I settled back to my mug of tea and newsletter.

Even though the walls seemed reasonably soundproof I could still hear Mom’s toileting. The rattle of her piddle splashing into the toilet and then it’s flushing preceded the filling of the basin. Mom was obviously just going to have a good wash down the same as me. Soon I heard her swear and then the bathroom door opened a little and she looked out while standing behind the door. 

“In all the excitement I forgot to grab my undies. Would you be a dear and hand me the bra and nickers that I left on the chair last night?”

I went over and picked up the underwear from the settee where I had shifted it to and took it over to her, where, still from behind the door, she stretched out her arm to receive them. Mom was careful to preserve her modesty and all I got to see was a narrow view of part of her side before she pushed the door to again. I noticed that she hadn’t closed the door to the catch and I sat back in my chair eagerly waiting to see her come out in just her undies.

The boat was rocking slowly and gently and I guessed that the sea was so smooth that it was not worth the while using the stabilisers. A slightly larger swell must have come through as suddenly the ship leaned just a little bit more than usual and this was enough to cause the bathroom door to swing open and then closed again. In the short time that it was ajar I got a clear view of Mom facing away from me pulling up her panties, I saw the waist band get momentarily caught below the bulge of her buttocks and then slide up and over them allowing them to ‘snap’ into place. Her bum was a highly erotic sight, the cheeks being small but prominent, well shaped and blemish free and there was a delightful gap between them leading down to a small space where her thighs met. Unfortunately my glimpse was far too brief and I sat with my eyes glued to the door hoping for another ‘roll’ but this did not occur. I am sure that Mom was not aware of what had happened and what I had seen.

The sight of Mom in her brief black bra and panties when she came out was almost more stimulating than the glimpse of her bare bum and I found that I was sitting there with the front of my slacks bulging out yet again. Fortunately, Mom went over to sit at the dresser to make up her face and get dressed, and my view of her was blocked out by the closet. This allowed me to calm down before setting off to the dining room where we dined excellently on juice, cereal, bacon, eggs and toast accompanied by absolutely fabulous coffee available in seemingly unlimited supply. During the meal Mom asked what my plans were for the day.

“Well, I feel that I must go for a walk after we finish here otherwise I’ll be twice the size by the time I get home. I understand that 3 laps of the deck are about ¾ of a mile and I’m going to try to do 3 laps today and tomorrow and add on a lap every two days. Do you want to walk with me?”

“Yes, it sounds like that will be good exercise to keep us in trim. I see that there is a beauty salon on board and the first visit is included in the fare. I am going to try to get in sometime today. I might even get a facial and manicure. What do you think? Is it worth-while?”

I reassured her that she would definitely not be wasting her money and told her that there was to be an old-time dance in the main bar tonight and, as we were in the early sitting for meals, we should be able to get a good table if she wanted to go with me.

Mom eagerly agreed and said that she would probably have a snooze in the afternoon so as she would last for a while tonight and we finished up and headed out to have our walk.

After our 3 laps, and I hadn’t realised what a social occasion it would be, with a lot of couples striding out and nodding greetings as we past each other, we returned to our cabin where I collected a towels, hat, book sunglasses and lotion for my lazy morning and Mom grabbed her purse. I spent the rest of the morning in the sunshine reading, dozing and chatting to strangers until Mom found her way back to me looking at least ten years younger than her age. This was the Mom of old starting to re-emerge and the makeover had done her the world of good.

“Good morning, Beautiful Sexy Stranger. Sit down here beside me, but I have to warn you, I’m actually spoken for and she will be back soon.” I said, absolutely poker faced.

“Oh, you!” Mom giggled and pushed me on the shoulder, sitting on the lounger next to mine, “What do you think – was it worth the time, effort and money?” She knew that she was looking great but I decided to compliment her anyway.

“You look wonderful. More like the Mom of old, not a day over 21”

“Lunch is not far away so I am not going back to our cabin, I’m just going to lie here in the sun until the bell rings. I think we should do another couple of laps after lunch and then I’m going for an afternoon nap before getting ready for our date with the bar, the dinner and the dance.” She swung her legs up and reclined back, pulling her dress high up her legs, taking care to keep a fold of her skirt between her thighs to preserve her modesty.

“Could you pass me the sun-tan lotion?” she requested, “I’d better put some on my legs just in case.”

“Would you like me to rub it on for you?” I asked, sitting up to hand it to her and, when she nodded eagerly, I sat at her feet and slowly began to rub the oily liquid onto her. She lay back, inscrutable behind her sunglasses and allowed me to slowly work my way right up her legs until the movements of my hands, massaging each leg firmly, was pressing her bunched up dress hard into her crotch. It was a good thing that no-one was paying us any particular attention as it would have seemed as if I was rubbing her pussy which I really wasn’t, there being so much clothing in the way preventing me.

Eventually I returned to my own lounger, Mom seeming to look a bit disappointed when I left her, and we just relaxed in the sun until summoned to lunch. After choosing to have coffee and sandwiches only, we did our extra couple of laps and then watched the wake disappear in the distance for a while, before returning to our cabin, me having decided to grab a nap also.

“It’s quite warm so I’m just going to snooze in my underwear.” Mom said and, as she stepped out of her shoes and removed her dress, I got out of my trousers and shirt, deciding to do the same. Mom hung her dress in the closet and when I gave her my trousers folded onto a hanger she hung them up as well and then went over to climb the ladder to her bunk. Seeing her move around in her black undies gave me another hard-on but I determined just to ignore it as Mom had said that she would not be embarrassed about anything and I went over to help her up. Once again I grasped her hips to steady her and as she got higher her backside was right in my face and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward and taking a deep sniff of her womanly odours, taking care not to let her notice. The musky odour of her pussy mixed in with the smell of her deodorant and scent, was almost irresistible and I would have liked to keep my face there all day. When she was high enough she stretched out one knee onto the edge of the bunk preparatory to crawling right onto the bed and I received a clear view, from about 6 inches, of her pussy, moulded clearly by the crotch of her tightly stretched panties. The lips were clearly outlined and, with the material been pulled into the split down the middle, she could not have shown herself to me any more clearly without actually being naked. Instantaneously my mouth went dry and my cock expanded till the head was poking out above the waistband of my shorts and I almost lost control and grabbed her passionately but the fact that she was my mother prevented me. 




The Sea Cruise



When she was lying on her pillow she asked me to pull her curtain to shut out some of the daylight and after doing so I dropped onto my own bunk with some relief. I thought that I would have to jerk myself off yet again, I was getting more like a horny schoolboy all the time, but I was almost dozing off without doing so when I when I heard faint sounds coming from above. Mom was breathing somewhat jerkily, but very quietly, and I could see from the bottom of her bunk that she was making small rhythmic movements. When I could make out faint squishy sounds my suspicions were confirmed, Mom was not quite as immune to our togetherness as she was making out and she was masturbating, thinking I was already asleep and would not notice. I smiled to myself and lay there listening to her reach an almost, but not quite, silent climax and I dozed off not having made a sound.

I woke to the sounds of Mom clambering down the ladder and when I opened my eyes it was to the sight of her slowly appearing from above clad in her underwear, a lovely way to wake. I decided not to let her know I was awake and I only opened my eyes a slit to see what she would do and found that when she was safely on the floor she peered in at me and well and truly gave me a once over. She seemed to be as interested in my body as I was in hers and she appeared reluctant to drag herself away to the bathroom. I figured that it would be a long evening if I didn’t do something about my erection and took advantage of her bathroom visit to masturbate myself to orgasm, imagining pulling Mom’s panties off and burying my face in her cunt. The sound of the toilet flushing well and truly drowned out any noise I made in the throes of my orgasm and I lay there recovering as Mom showered.

When she came out wrapped in a towel I was sitting up ready and headed in to sit on the toilet for while and then shower and shave. Mom was dressed in an almost strapless dress and looking stunning when I emerged and I decided on a tie and jacket in keeping with her. 

Dinner was yet another delightful experience and afterwards we strolled outside to lean on the railing and watch the sunset before going inside and locating at a table. We got through a couple of bottles of wine during the evening and spent a lot of time on the dance floor. We were holding each other quite closely by the end of the evening and Mom didn’t seem to mind the feel of my erection pressing against her tummy, or at least she didn’t mention it or try to pull away, and I was certainly not bothered by her breasts pressing against me. 

When Mom headed off to the powder room a well-dressed man came over and sat for a moment to ask me,

“Would you mind if I asked your lovely wife to dance with me?”

“She’s not my…” I automatically started to reply before pausing, “ er.. mine to decide for. You’ll have to ask her yourself and she’ll make her own mind up.”

When she returned she turned him down nicely saying that she as only going to have one more dance and then head off to bed. We headed out onto the floor to a slow number and when we were moving together I whispered on her ear,

“He took us for husband and wife. I suppose a lot of the others do as well.”

“Yes a couple of ladies at the hairdressers this morning mentioned what a lovely couple my husband and I made. I didn’t put them straight, either.” Mom giggled nervously. “I was going to mention it to you but forgot.”

“Let’s keep up the pretence,” she went on, “You start calling me Helen instead of Mom. There’s no reason why anyone should know our private business anyway. I think I’ve had enough and I might go back to our cabin. You stay if you want.”

“ I always take my dates home.” I replied, “Anyway I’ve had enough too. Lets go back and have a nightcap before bed. I brought some brandy with us.”

I poured us a couple of brandies when we got back to our room and we sat beside each other on the settee to sip them, and I stretched my free arm round Mom’s shoulder and gave her a hug, She reached up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then leaned her head against my shoulder and slowly consumed her brandy. When she was finished she pulled herself from me and, refusing my offer of another, stepped out of her shoes and removed her dress, me having to grab her when she lurched alarmingly at one stage, I think she may have had more to drink than she was used to. She was wearing silky grey underwear tonight, of the short loose-legged type that clung very sensuously, and when she bent over to get her nightwear from the drawer the legs rode up, exposing the lower part of her butt cheeks. I was not sure how long I would be able to suffer all this exposure as it was having much more effect on me than I had anticipated before we set out.

Mom came out of the bathroom in a nightie that only fell as far as mid-thigh, and, with the bathroom light behind her clearly outlining her body, I was almost certain she was not wearing panties beneath it. She was drunker now than when she went into the bathroom and, with the liquor was sneaking slowly up on her, Mom sort of floated across the floor to me and twirled in front of me and brushed her panties and bra, which she was holding outstretched, across my face as she gaily said, 

“I had a wonderful time tonight. It was just as if I was young again. Thank you all so much for being such wonderful children and you in particular for coming with me. I just wish I could do something special for you.”

I knew something special that she could do for me, but 37 years of inhibitions had been well drummed into me and I couldn’t overcome the knowledge that this was my mother I was fantasising about. 

When she went to climb the ladder I quickly realised that she would never be able to manage it without major help from me, so this time, instead of merely bracing her by holding her hips, I had to partly lift her and then heave her from the ladder to the bunk. With my lifting the skirt of her nightie rose to almost bum level and as she was being heaved onto the bedding her legs fell apart a little and I found myself with my face almost buried in her bare nether regions. My suspicions were confirmed that she was not wearing panties and I couldn’t resist pressing my lips briefly against the bare skin of her buttock. To my relief, I don’t think Mom realised, in her drunken state, what she had revealed to me or what I had done and I breathed easily again when she settled down and almost instantly went to sleep. I pulled the covers over her and decide that it would be wise to put up the safety rails so I snapped them into position, pulled her curtains and climbed under my own sheets, to drop off wondering, somewhat nervously, where all this might lead to.

Chapter 4.

I woke first again next morning and I felt decidedly down in the dumps. I had a headache trying to break through, my mouth tasted like a chicken-coop floor and I was worried that any intake of food or drink would cause my stomach to chuck in the towel. It never ceases to amaze me how drinking reasonable quantities of something that seemed so good at the time, could have such a debilitating effect next day. I crawled gingerly from my bunk and disappeared into the bathroom to emerge feeling much better having used the toilet and shower and had a shave. I brewed a pot of coffee and settled down again this morning with today’s newsletter to await Mom’s awakening, not expecting her to be in anywhere near as good a mood and condition as yesterday.

Finally, a painful groan signalled her return to the land of the living but it was some time before I could make out any movement behind the curtain, Her bleary eyed face eventually poked through and she grunted out a demand for coffee which I provided for her to disappear with. After another long delay, more grumbling and groaning indicated that she was going to leave her nest. The curtain dragged back and Mom moved towards the bottom of the bed, complaining ceaselessly, until she was beside the ladder where she readied herself to lower her legs over the side. I was on my feet by this time, not exactly sure of her sobriety, and, worried that she would fall to the floor, I warned her not to move before I was ready.

“What the devil did I drink yesterday? I feel like I’m dying and it can’t come quick enough.” It sounded as if Mom’s tongue was double size.

“Well, we had a couple of gins each at the bar before dinner, we had a couple of glasses of wine with our meal and then the two bottles of wine at the dance between us and, just to finish ourselves off, we had a large brandy each as a nightcap. It’s no wonder you don’t feel too good, but trust me, you will come right.” I suddenly realised why I didn’t feel so good myself when I woke up, we had consumed a lot more alcohol than we should have.

Mom groaned and began to slide forward to lower her legs over the side and I reached up to grab her. I was distracted by the sight of her nightie sliding up her legs from her movement and when her legs parted just a little I got a bit of a glimpse of Mom’s pubic hair (seemingly very dark and luxurious) and the top of her pussy (just the start of the split between her lips). It was only a fleeting glimpse as Mom didn’t wait for me to grab a hold of her and sort of toppled forward into my arms, wrapping hers’ desperately around my neck, and virtually fell from the bunk with me trying to hold her up. She slowly slid to the floor and the way she was pressed against me caused her nightie to slide up her body till the hem was at her waist level. I didn’t realise this until she hugged me and thanked me for saving her and, when I hugged her back, I let my hands slide down her body once again intending to cop a quick squeeze her bum through her nightie and I was absolutely shocked to encounter bare flesh. Mom got just as big a shock and she pulled away from me in some confusion, giving me a clear view of her tummy and hairy pubic area as the nightie fell back into place.

“Oh Shit! I’m sorry, dear, really sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that. It must be the drink that’s made me so careless and clumsy.” Mom seemed most distressed about it all but it was definitely not a problem for me, it was all that I had been hoping for, for some time. She quickly fumbled some underwear from her drawer and fled to the privacy and security of the bathroom to spend some time regaining her composure. 

She was in there for some time and I heard all the usual toileting noises and when she finally emerged I was careful to be engrossed in the newsletter. This morning Mom was wearing her nightie and she went straight to the dresser and slipped her shorts on without removing it first and then she turned her back to me to put on her blouse and I saw that she had put on her underwear in the bathroom. I had moved forward slightly to give me a view past the closet but Mom was so intent on not meeting my eye and keeping herself turned away from me, I don’t think she was aware of my continued interest in watching her.

She brushed her hair and did the make-up thing and we set off for breakfast with barely a word having passed between us. Breakfast was a virtual replay of yesterdays’ without the chitchat that occurs when two people are comfortable and relaxed in each other’s company. Conversation this morning was very ‘formal’ and not at all relaxed – Mom was obviously reading a lot more into her accidental exposure than necessary. We set off on our promenade laps of the deck and still there was little or no response to my efforts to break the ice and, when we had finished our 3 laps, Mom indicated that she was returning to the cabin.

“Won’t you come and relax with me at the stern and watch the sea for a while? The fresh air and soothing sight of the wake and waves will help cure your hangover.” Without saying anything she nodded her acceptance and we leant against the railing, side by side.

After a few moments I put my arms around her shoulders and cuddled her to me saying quietly,

“You’re being silly making such a big thing out of what was, after all, just an accidental exposure. I don’t know why you’re so worried and embarrassed.”

“I’m just worried that you found me to be just a repulsive old woman and are disappointed and disgusted at my drunken and sluttish behaviour. I’m so sorry and hope your feelings won’t ruin your holiday.” Mom hadn’t looked at me as she blurted this out and I could hear, in her voice, that tears weren’t far away. 

I turned her face to mine and saw that there were, in fact, tears in her eyes and I pulled her into my arms and reassured her,

“You silly thing! How could I possibly think that you are sluttish or disgusting? You’re a very beautiful and sexy woman who finally let her hair down a bit after a long worrying time. Most women would have cracked under the strain you’ve coped with and we all love and admire you and think you’re absolutely wonderful. Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, you do could change my feelings towards you. You’re my ideal of a perfect woman, wife and mother and I love you with all my heart. Now stop all this nonsense and let’s get on with enjoying ourselves the way we have been.”

The smile had returned to Mom’s face and she reached up and pulled my head down to hers and gave me a long kiss. This was slightly more than the usual mother/son kiss but was definitely not that of lovers – Mom had her lips parted slightly and it was a moist and firm meeting of our mouths. I was slightly breathless when she released me and responded,

“You can’t know how much better that makes me feel. I was sure I had ruined everything and it would be awful for the rest of our time together. I’ll be a lot more careful in future and try to keep myself hidden from you.”

“Don’t be silly. I enjoyed seeing you. You have a very nice body and should be proud of it, the way you have looked after yourself.” I was quite definite in the way I spoke, trying to make sure that she understood that I certainly didn’t find her at all repulsive, and I decide to be even more dating, “In fact if you want to show me even more of yourself I would be delighted.”

There was a silence for a few seconds and then she giggled, bumped her body against mine and returned,

“I know who is being silly! I’m just your Mom with an old and nearly worn out body. No-body but your father has thought me at all sexy for years. Now let’s go back to our cabin and decide what we are going to do today. I need more caffeine as well.”

As we returned below decks I thought to myself that she would be surprised if she learned just who found her very, very sexually attractive. When we were safely ensconced in our own private space Mom filled the jug and while it was heating she headed to the toilet, asking me to make coffee. I quickly zeroed in on the fact that this time Mom did not shut the door fully, just pushed it to, and I wondered if she had decided to relax her inhibitions and maybe allow me to become more familiar with her. She certainly seemed more at ease with the whole situation, continuing to chatter to me as she sat and pissed, the hissing sound of her peeing and the splash of urine hitting the toilet were clearly audible over our talking, and she just continued on as she unrolled toilet paper and wiped herself. 

While we drank our coffees we talked about what we should do after lunch and Mom suggested that we should see if we could reserve a spa pool for a couple of hours, and I agreed eagerly, the thought of a soothing water massage in a spa was very enticing, especially since it had been such a long time from my last one. A quick phone call secured a reservation and I was looking forward to it in eager anticipation.

“There’s only one problem,” Mom said, ‘I never thought about needing a swimsuit on board and I intended to buy one at our first stop over. Will it bother you if I just wear ordinary panties and bra?”

It certainly wouldn’t bother me and I assured her that she would definitely be ok in that attire. Collecting our ‘relaxing in the sun’ gear, which we now had sorted into a small travel bag, we headed off to find a couple of sun-loungers till lunchtime. It was definitely a lot easier not having to dig out towels, books, sunglasses, lotion etc and the other things needed to make ‘relaxing’ possible and while Mom was sorting herself out and guarding my seat I went down to the pursers to pay the small nominal fee for the spa, this probably being necessary to deter people from making bookings and then not using them.

The rest of the morning passed peacefully till we were called to lunch. A number of other passengers stopped by and chatted and I had not made much progress into my book, which, at this rate, looked like lasting the whole voyage. I noticed that all our ‘visitors’ spoke to us as if we were married and I wondered if Mom picked up on this. I did nothing to dissuade this notion, in fact, my habit, now, of calling Mom by her first name probably reinforced people’s misconceptions. I returned our bag to our cabin and met Mom in the dining room where we again both chose a light repast of sandwiches and fruit.

We did 2 laps on our afternoon exercise today and, after a short sojourn to the railing to investigate the mystique of the sea, we headed for our spa. To my surprise Mom reached down and grasped my hand and we walked hand-in-hand like a couple, and I certainly enjoyed the feelings that this caused. We were issued a couple of large fluffy bath-towels and shown into a room with a small intimate spa-pool and, after snibbing the door, we were alone in each other’s company. 

Mom looked quite embarrassed and quietly said to me,

“I’ve been thinking about this and I’m not sure if we should be doing it. I know that as soon as I get in that pool in my bra and nickers are going to turn completely see through and I might as well be naked.” Her face was a bit red with embarrassment, and she was toying, nervously, with one of the buttons on her blouse. Deciding to take a chance I quickly returned,

“I’m game if you are.”

Mom was a bit taken aback at my response and, after a short pause, she blushed even deeper and replied,

“Well, I suppose that since you’ve already seen almost everything I’ve got anyway, it’s not going to make much difference.” And she began to unbutton her blouse and remove it. I wasn’t sure whether she meant it wouldn’t make any difference if we went in nude or it wouldn’t make any difference if her underwear turned diaphanous so I undressed slowly, waiting for her cue.

When she unfastened the catch of her bra I cheered silently and began removing my own clothing a lot more eagerly, waiting anxiously for her to get out of her shorts and panties. The sight of her standing, unclothed, with her back to me and then bending down and picking up her clothing was awe-inspiring. She had an almost perfect bum, which I already knew, but the rest of her body, from a rear view, was soft, curvaceous, shadowy and all woman, and the sight of her puffy pussy lips framed in the space at the top of her thighs with just a hint of wispy, dark pubic hair, really got me going and I had to ease the waistband of my underpants carefully over the raging erection that she had caused.

Mom moved towards the pool and glanced over at me and down at my cock, her eyes widened in surprise and she quickly looked away and stepped into the water and lowered herself slowly to a seated position. I climbed in opposite her and saw that she never looked away from my erection as I also eased myself into the hot water carefully. When we had both enjoyed the feel of the bubbling water for a few minutes we were both relaxed and feeling great.

“This is absolutely wonderful. If I die tomorrow and go to heaven this is what I want to find.” Mom was reclining back, head resting on the padded rest provided, with her eyes closed and in a totally relaxed mode. Her breasts were floating just below the surface and they were a delight to behold, not too large but pert and wonderfully shaped and, possibly because they were partly floating, they looked as if they had not sagged at all. Her nipples were quite large relative to the size of her breasts and the aureoles surrounding them were a lovely pink colour rather than the usual dark brown that I had normally found. Because of the bubbling movement of the water I was not getting a clear look at her cunt but I could make out that she had a large, tidy patch of dark hair down there that she appeared to groom carefully. The glimpse that I had got this morning was too brief to really register and I was pleased that she had not taken away nearly all of her hair as so many did. I was rather partial to pubic hair.




The Sea Lion



Memories of Alaska: The Sea Lion

I have never been an exceptionally happy person. Since my too-serious childhood, this pattern has persisted into my adult life. I noticed that I was different at a young age; others seemed give themselves freely to the feral abandon of delight while I watched, nervously chewing at my fingertips and smiling when they did. It was not for a lack of trying that I was unhappy, indeed my attempts at contentment seemed so consuming that I ended most days exhausted and misery-rich with failure. A dull grayness rolled over the evening of my life as surely as stormclouds fill a blue sky until the very air seems covered in film. Even now my horizons are not clear, but now when the color begins to drain from my existence, I think of the sea lion.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sea spray lashed my body. I gripped the ladder to the flying bridge and swayed with the Ginny Lee, that tiny and foolish bit of debris in the cold, dark ocean. The winds ripped open the buttons of my raingear but I dared not loose my hold for fear of tumbling into the troubled sea. Through the squalls, I could see the dark band of Togiak bifurcating the hostile collusion of sky and water. Tears may have streamed down my face with the choppy waves, but they had long ceased to be a concern to me. Tears and seaspray were identical in those days, and equally suffocating.

My captain and I were alone in that brackish and monochromatic purgatory. When he shouted to ready the nets, the wind tore the suffixes off his words. Expediently, I timed the waves and thus lurched myself to the deck just as he joined me, urging haste. The roller whirled and began to spool our empty net in the center of the deck. This lack of fish – profit – angered my captain, who took out his frustration on his young deckhand. 

Earlier in the day, the local NPR broadcast announced the wind speed as forty-five miles per hour. Now, these violent winds slapped the remains of a jellyfish into my eyes, temporarily blinding me. This was not an uncommon occurrence, so I knew to ignore the pain until my streaming eyes lapped the toxin away and wavy vision returned. 

I had not slept for more than four consecutive hours in weeks. My body felt as though it was no longer my own, as though this labor was squeezing my muscles and bones into an entirely different form. I cursed myself for choosing this sparsely cruel existence. Whether through depression or exhaustion in these last few weeks of July, I rarely ate. For the first time in my sheltered life, I had a genuine reason for misery although I found no comfort in this fact. I was attracted to the mysterious constancy of waves, and occasionally the inscrutable ocean seemed like sweet respite.

Since my unfamiliarly masculine hands no longer required the active leadership of my brain, I was left with much more time for the contemplation of my unhappiness. Callous fingers ripped off gills and expertly removed our mangled catch without my active participation. I had become so accustomed to arterial spray that I now only noticed blood when substantial amounts spurted into my eyes and dripped down like tears. 

* * * * * * * * * * * 

The rollers stopped pulling in the net. I looked to my captain, fearful that he would berate me once again for failing to live up to his forty-year expertise, but his eyes were focused beyond the stern of the boat. I followed them to the buoy at the end of the net, saw what he saw.

A small black and embryonic head bobbed near our brilliant orange marker, oddly fragile in that harsh sea. "Baby sea lion," my captain announced with wonderment in his voice. 

Heedless of our observation, he circled the buoy and danced in the tossing waves. Reedy bleats vacillated between amplification and near-mute in that howling air. "Calling for its mother." 

I could see the adult, monstrously large in the distance. She cried to her pup, too wary to approach our boat. The pup seemed to hear her cries, but could he understand? Both seemed lost, unable to determine the origin of the other's calls. 

We stood on the stern of the Ginny Lee, nets piled at our feet like sweaty clothing torn off after a hard day's work. We watched the pup play sweetly with our buoy, occasionally remembering to mewl to his mother, and we watched the adult keep pace with him at an anxious distance and beg his return. It could not have been long that this drama danced before us, but on the ocean, time is measured in the quality of each raining and rocking moment rather than in minutes and hours, as on land. We watched these selchies bob in the waves until they sank and disappeared to their underwater homes. 

My captain and I grinned at one another then. There are no words we could have said. There still aren't.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Now that I again measure time with the minutes and hours of a clock face, I think about those wet and miserable days and nights on the ocean. In memory, time aboard the Ginny Lee is draped in the monochromatic seiche that drains color from periods of hardship. Although then I knew brightness and I knew darkness, now the hours seem to blend into one long overcast evening, wet and cold in the forever of my mind. However, there are brief moments in this evening when the sun catches the waves a certain way and made them glimmer like precious things. The sea lion caught the sun like that, and still does. When I am trapped in the long gray evening of my life, I think about the sea lion and I think it is good to treasure those moments when the sun breaks through the clouds. Or sometimes, I don't bother thinking at all, I just remember and smile.



The Sea Siren



People, places and names are purely fictional and any resemblance to persons, places or names are purely coincidental.

*

Life on The Sea Siren was not an easy one, to be a hard core fisherman on the Bering Sea you had to be tough and willing to work hard. October and January are the best times for fishing for king crab.

Joel was the son of the captain of The Sea Siren, he had worked last season as a greenhorn, this season he was working as a full crewmen. They were on their third night out on the crab, they had just set 300 pots out to soak the captains plan was to let them set for 36 hours because he had a hunch that the crab would be plentiful here, since the pots they had just brought up were pretty good, so the crew was due for some needed rest. They had just had a great meal fixed by Mikey the cook, and Joel decided to hit his bunk for a short nap.

Entering the cabin Joel noticed that Raff (short for Rafferty) was already in his bunk sleeping away so he tried not to wake him, he took off his gear and slipped into his bunk. After a short amount of time he went to sleep, but he had only been asleep a short time when he awoke to sounds equal to someone having a really good time, but since there were no women on board he turned on his overhead light and looked over at Raff's bunk, he was moaning and writhing in his bunk.

Raff must have been having one hell of a dream because the air in the room was becoming intense and making Joel hot, and not for a woman. What Joel had not told anyone was that he was gay, working along side die hard hot men for days or weeks on end was a constant challenge, no one knew and especially not his father. He would never accept him for who he was he would only see what he was and he would be lost to his family forever, so Joel kept things to himself. But Raff was making it really hard and I mean hard to keep himself under control.

Joel couldn't take too much more so he slid his hand down his body and into the waistband of his long johns, his cock was hard, he could feel precum seeping from the head, he used it as lube and slid his hand up and down the shaft of his hard cock. His hips began bucking with his hand, he was so enthralled in his erotic state of mind that he hadn't noticed that Raff had stopped making noise, he looked over and Raff was watching him.

Mortified Joel looked away, he couldn't believe he had just been caught red handed as it were. 

"Look man, its alright. No harm done."

"What were you dreaming about if I could ask?"

"Well, I met this real hot chick last month in Anchor. She was a real ball breaker, she rode me like a cowboy, hard and put me away wet. You know what I mean kid?"

"I wish, my dad keeps me so busy when were not fishing and when were fishing its hard to meet anyone."

"I understand that kid, I see how hard he rides you and your brothers, it must have been something else growing up in your house."

"You got that right, if your life's ambition wasn't to be a fisherman or something related to it, he don't want to hear it."

"Why you don't want to be a fisherman?"

"No, not really. I wanted to go to college in New York, I had even applied to the NYU and got in. But he wouldn't hear it," he said as he got up from his bunk and walked over near Raff who had gotten off his bunk to sit on the step up.

"You kidding, that's a great school. What did you want to study?"

"Art, I love to draw and paint. To make beautiful pictures and see them come alive on canvas or paper is amazing."

"Oh yeah, I seen some of your drawings up in the wheel house. If he didn't want you drawing why he let you keep them up there?"

"Well those are of our house and the boat it helps him when he's out here and missing my mom. If it weren't for that he wouldn't. I really wanted to go to New York too, someday when I make enough off working on the boat I will make it there with or without my fathers approval."

"I understand kid, you got to do what you got to do. Don't let anyone or anything get in your way."

"Please don't tell my father what I told you, I will tell him as soon as I have earned enough money to make it on my own," he said stepping close to Raff.

"Don't worry kid your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks Raff."

"Well I think I am going to try and take that nap again if the hottie will let me anyway."

"Me too, or else it's going to be time to get back at it."

Just then the boat lurched and sent Joel into Raff's lap, they were chest to chest and face to face, the violent movement wouldn't allow Joel to right himself right away. Joel didn't try too hard to get up all he could think about was that he was so close to Raff and he could smell that male scent not fish which meant he had showered before lying down. It seemed like forever but it must have just been a moment or two, he came to his senses and tried to rise but then he knew Raff must feel his arousal. He looked Raff in the eyes and knew that he could feel on his leg the rising hardness of his cock. His face went instantly red. He quickly tried to get up and then realized his hand was on Raff's cock, it was hard.

Joel look Raff in the eye and he smiled back at him, Joel took a chance and began rubbing his hand up and down Raff's rock hard cock. He figured about 8" and about 3" wide. 

"You like what you feel?"

"Only if you do, if not I'm a dead man aren't I?"

"I don't mind it."

"Go lock that door."

Joel got up and went over to the door and pulled the latch across. He turned around and there sitting on the step up was Raff naked. His hard cock pointing upward, and he had been right 8" and 3" wide. Joel slowly walked over to Raff, he put his hand on his waistband pulled his long johns down and kicked them away. 

"Still okay with this?"

"I'd be better if you were on your knees."

Joel took that as a yes and lowered himself to his knees, taking Raff's cock in his right hand, he lowered his mouth to it and licked the tip. He heard a moan from Raff and knew he was just as excited about the prospect as he was. Joel pushed more of Raff's cock down his throat, he began sucking on it intently as his other hand ran up and down it's length. Joel felt Raff's hands start exploring his body, first his shoulders, arms, his hands on his head giving Joel encouragement. 

Raff's labored breaths were telling Joel that he was doing a good job. Raff moved his hands over Joel's back and down the crack of his ass, trying to rub his hole, it was hard at this angle. Raff stood up, leaving Joel on his knees, he walked over and pulled the mattress off the top bunk and tossed it on the floor and laid down on it. Joel took the invitation and went to go back to work on Raff's cock when Raff grabbed him and turned him around so that they were in a 69 position.

Joel was grateful, his cock was bursting, and begging to be touched. Raff then tentatively touched Joel's cock, testing the waters by licking the tip of it. Then licking his fingers he rubbed it over Joel's hole, Joel's moan of pleasure as good as any invitation. Raff sucked Joel's cock into his mouth, then pushed his finger into Joel hole. Raff's mouth and finger found a rhythm together, when one finger didn't seem to be enough Raff added another. In the mean time Joel was all about Raff's cock, pushing it deeper into his throat, he would gag every now and then, but he relaxed and it became better and better.

Each of their hips began to buck into the others mouth, a third finger was added to Joel's hole and Raff couldn't take to much more of Joel's mouth or he was going to explode.

Raff pushed Joel off his cock and moved out from under him, leaving Joel on his hands and knees. Raff moved up behind him, spit on his hand and then rubbed in on his cock, he held his cock to Joel's hole and inched his cock into Joel's hole.

Joel was ready he hoped, Raff push the head of his cock into Joel's hole, it hurt like hell. Then more, Raff began pulling out and going deeper with each movement. Then at last his cock was buried deep in Joel's hole and he was jetting his cock in and out. Joel was amazed at how good Raff's cock felt in his ass, he had tried dildo's before but he had never had a real cock in his ass. He had sucked cock before when he went away to camp once but that's as far as it had gotten, that's when he realized that he was gay.

Raff was driving his cock hard into Joel, reaching around and jerking his cock at the same time. Joel stood up on his knees reaching behind him putting his arm around Raff's neck, while still pumping Raff's cock in and out of his ass. 

Raff leaned back and took Joel with him, now Joel was riding Raff's cock, his feet planted on the floor he dipped down and drilled Raff's cock into his own ass, Raff held onto Joel's ass for support and watched as his cock disappeared into Joel ass.

Joel had no idea it could feel this good. He stood for a moment and turned around to face Raff, he wanted to watch the expression on his face as they fucked. Joel went down to his knees on Raff's cock to get better penetration, he also leaned forward with a hand on either side of Raff's head, Raff had his hands all over Joel's body exploring as they went, they looked into each others eyes as Joel lowered his mouth to Raff's. He kissed him lightly at first, then after a few short kisses, Raff buried his tongue in Joel's mouth kissing him passionately.

Raff jetted his cock up into Joel as they kissed, he held on tight to Joel as he came deep within his bowels. Raff's ragged breath in Joel mouth as he came pushed Joel over the edge and he came, spraying cum between them all over their chests.

Joel collapsed on Raff's chest, both fighting to bring their breathing under control. He didn't know what to do next as he caressed Raff's skin.

"That was fucking amazing," Raff finally said.

"Yes it was."

"Don't tell anyone, I'm not gay. I was horny. It's okay if your gay I understand Joel."

"I wouldn't tell anyone, no one knows that I'm gay, please keep that our secret."

"Another secret I will keep for you, I promise."

They laid there wrapped in each other until sleep took over, they were safe the door was locked. They slept a good 3 hours when a knock sounded on the door, startled they looked at each other then the door. 

"Yeah," Raff shouted.

"Fifteen minutes."

"Okay, were up."

"We had best get moving."

They stood up, Raff grabbed the mattress and put it back in it's place. They dressed quickly and unlocked the door and headed back out to what would turn out to be 20 hours of hauling pots then resetting them, the count in the pots was excellent and the captain knew we had our hitch. So we sat the pots back to soak for another 36 hours, which meant more down time, which excited Joel to no end. He showered quickly when it was his turn, got a bite to eat, swapped storied for a little bit when he noticed Raff heading to the cabin, he sat for a short time more then started yawning intently, giving a tired excuse he headed to the cabin.

Walking into the cabin it was dark, the light from the hall shown over the room showed Raff in his bunk, Joel shut the door behind him, locking it. He walked over to his bunk and started undressing when he felt a hand wrap around his middle and lips on his neck. He reached behind him and felt Raff's hard cock was pressed against his ass cheek. Raff turned him around then took his mouth in a deep longing kiss, while he finished undressing Joel.

Once again Raff pulled the mattress off the top bunk and tossed it on the floor, they laid down beside each other, caressing each others skin, teasing each others cock, sucking on each others balls and cock while in 69. Joel then decided to put his fingers to Raff's ass, he didn't protest so he continued. He pushed first one then two finger's into Raff's tight ass, after the third finger was inserted Raff began bucking wildly on Joel's fingers, Raff pushed Joel off then turned around putting his ass up in the air, for Joel. Joel moved up to Raff's ass poked the head of his cock into it. He was tight, Joel pushed harder and pop it was in, Raff moaned in pain or pleasure he didn't know which. But he kept going, pushing more and more of his cock into Raff's ass.

Joel slammed his cock in and out of Raff's ass, Raff was wildly and roughly pounding his ass on to Joel's cock. Raff pulled off Joel's cock and laid on his back, putting his legs on Joel's shoulders, Joel shoved his cock back deep into Raff's ass. He leaned down and kissed Raff while he plunged his cock in and out of Raff's hole, it was so amazing. He was driving his cock hard when he felt Raff cum between them, it sent him over the edge and he came deep within Raff's ass.

They laid together as before hold up in each others arms caressing each other, kissing, and talking quietly. They again fell asleep but woke several times, and again made love before they finally fell into a deep sleep. 

Again they were awoken by a knock on the door telling them 30 minutes and they were hauling pots. They rose slowly, pausing to kiss, then right the room, get dressed and head up to the deck.

On deck the waves were crashing pretty hard, it was rough hauling in the pots. Joel's dad was yelling warnings over the speaker when to watch out for a wave. They were hauling a pot over at the same time a huge wave crashed into pot sending it flying off the crane, it slammed into Joel sending him sailing across the deck hitting his head on the other side.

The men rushed to Joel's side, Raff was frantic looking for signs of injury on Joel, he was unconscious and bleeding from a deep gash on his forehead. Tiny and Joe picked Joel up carefully and carried him below deck, Captain Tom came bounding down the ladder to the galley to check on his son. Mikey was busy examining his wound.

"How is he?"

"He's unconscious and this head wound looks bad. I'm pretty sure I can sew it up, but he might have internal injuries and head wounds are bad especially since he's not woke up yet. Get the first aid kit I think there are some smelling salts in there."

Mikey held the bottle under Joel's nose and he began to stir.

"Raff," Joel said in a low voice.

"He's fine Joel, all the guys are fine. You got hit by a pot. Are you okay son?"

"I think so dad, my head hurts is all."

Joel tried to get up, but he fell back on the table. Mikey had brought some water and put on gloves. He mopped the blood from the wound, and held some gauze on it.

Raff came into the room as Joel was waking up and heard him say his name, he hoped that his father took it as concern for his welfare. 

"Maybe we should call coast guard and have him airlifted off to the hospital," his dad said.

"No, no I'm fine really, just let me lie down for a while it's not that bad."

"Are you sure son."

"Yes, I'm fine dad."

"Alright, as long as your sure, but if you start feeling bad you need to tell us right away."

"I don't feel right about this Captain, what if something happens," Mikey said.

"I don't like it either, but he said he's okay."

"Let's go back fishing guys."

Raff was so concerned for Joel he stayed behind after the others had gone back on deck, he helped Mikey put Joel to bed. When Mikey had left the room to go get an extra blanket Joel looked up and Raff's face was wet with tears.

"I am so sorry Joel, it was my fault, the pot swung away before I could get the dogs on."

"It's fine Raff, I am okay and its not your fault, a wave hit at just the wrong time it happens. Really I am fine."

"When I saw you lying there unconscious I didn't know what I was going to do if I lost you, is that weird to hear?"

"No, not weird. Wonderful, but I understand the position it puts you in."

"Yes, a precarious position. You're my bosses son, and I have feelings for you but I'm confused about them."

"I know, I feel the same way about you Raff."

"Well I best get out there before someone comes looking for me and hears something they shouldn't. Do you need anything before I go?"

"I could use a couple dozen aspirin."

"I'll get you something, I'll be right back."

Raff went out into the galley and asked Mikey where the aspirin was, finding it and getting a bottled water out of the ice box Raff returned to the cabin. He held out the aspirin and opened the bottle of water for him. Joel took the medicine and laid back down. Joel rolled onto his side and Raff tucked the blanket around Joel's shoulders, kissed him on the forehead and went back out on deck.

After 12 hours of hauling pots they had a 45 minute break while they headed for the next round of pots. Raff went below deck to check on Joel while the others took naps where ever they could find somewhere to throw themselves down. 

Raff opened the door and the light shown over Joel still in the same position that he had left him in, shutting the door behind him he rushed to the bed. Laying his hand on Joel's cheek found it warm to the touch, his even breathing told him that he was just sleeping. He looked over the room and saw that he had had something to eat and saw his sketch book at the foot of the bed. He opened it and looked through the rough drawings, he had drawn an intricate drawing of the deck hands hauling up a pot. It was so unbelievably beautiful, he knew that Joel had a rare gift.

At that moment he felt Joel touching his lower back rubbing it. He turned and smiled, "This is so fantastic, you really belong at that school Joel."

"Yeah, but it will be another year before I can go this really messed things up for this year," he said pointing to his head.

"You never know, something might happen between now and then."

"I wouldn't count on it, the money I get from this trip won't be what it would have been if I hadn't gotten hurt."

"I'm really sorry Joel."

"I told you it's not your fault, please stop blaming yourself. I am fine no real damage. How long of a break do you have?"

"Not long now, were heading to the last string. I really need to grab something to eat and head back up."

"Alright, please stop worrying about me," he said stroking Raff's back lovingly.

"I come check on you again in a while," he said kissing him on the lips sweetly.

Raff left the room and Joel was left with his thoughts. He knew that this whatever it was with Raff was just a brief thing, he knew that Raff would not want to carry on with this off the boat. That hurt but he knew it to be so.

Joel was tired of lying about his bunk and so he headed up to the wheel house to see what was happening out on deck, his father greeted him with questions about his health and he assured him he was fine. They were near the end of the string about 50 more pots to be loaded back on board and they would be headed back to port to off load the crab. They were close to full about 150,000 pounds of king crab, money, money. Money he wasn't going to be getting because he wasn't working for it. He knew his father he would cut his share because he didn't work the last two strings. It was money he needed to be able to go to New York, and begin his new life away from fishing.

The men hauled the last pot on board, sorted the crab and strapped down the pots for the return trip back to port. The overall mood was high because the count was high which meant high pay for everyone. Joel took a turn in the wheel house so his father could get some needed rest himself and a good meal, there was nothing to do but watch the instruments and keep them on course. The deck boss came up a little while later and told Joel to go get some rest, he gladly left the wheel house feeling a bit battered and ready for some rest.

Walking into the cabin he heard Raff's even breathing and undressed and climbed into his bunk. They both slept most of the way back into port, arriving home his mother was waiting to take him to the hospital to be checked out, it was horrible not being able to talk to Raff before he left, but by the time he woke up Raff was on deck helping to off load the crab and his mother was insisting that he go to the hospital. Well he intended to make it a quick trip so he could get back to the dock.




The Sea Siren



The doctors agreed he was fine, a concussion is what they had all thought. He would be fine just needed some off the sea rest and he would be fine in a few days. 

When he arrived back at the dock they were finishing up the tally and his father was in the office. The deck hands were waiting impatiently on the deck of the Sea Siren. Raff seemed happy to see him as he boarded.

"Well kid what did the doctors say."

"A concussion, but I am fine."

"That's good it could have been a whole lot worse you know."

"Yes, I know. What are we looking at did pop say?"

"About 25 or 30."

"Yeah for you guys, not me."

Just as he had thought his dad came back and he was getting about 18, less than what he had thought to pay bills and then to pay tuition. He would have to save most of it, and do another season, perhaps he could go in the summer after the January season. This bummed Joel to no end, along with this he had yet to deal with Raff.

The hands collected their pay and their gear and headed out, Joel was standing outside the wheel house when he saw Raff on the dock with his gear over his shoulder, he looked up at Joel with the biggest smile on his face, he pointed to his bag then turned and walked away. Joel had no idea what he had meant but found out when he got his gear from below a note was stuck in his bag.

Meet me at my place, Saturday at 8 p.m. signed R.

Joel's spirits soared at the thought of being with Raff without fear of discovery by someone on the crew. Saturday came and he drove to Anchor, stopping outside Raff's house it was a small house just outside town, it was log cabin style with a large deck all around it, there were hardly any houses around. It was perfect.

Joel walked up to the door but before he could knock the door flew open, there in the doorway was Raff with a big smile on his face. Joel walked in and he shut the door behind him. At once Raff was behind Joel nuzzling his neck, Joel cried out with pleasure. He grabbed Joel's hand and led him to the living room, once there they unceremoniously stripped themselves of all obstacles.

They laid down on the floor in front of the fireplace, the fire was burning brightly and cast a golden light over there hot skin as they sucked each others cock furiously, there fingers enticing each others holes. The moans filled the room, as Raff came up behind Joel he was begging him to fill his ass with his hot cock.

"Go on, fuck my ass, I want you so badly."

"You sure you want me," he said as he teased Joel's hole.

Joel pushed a finger of his own in his hole to show Raff he was ready, Raff pushed Joel's hand out of the way and pushed his cock in side. Joel moaned with delight as he was getting what he had wanted. Raff buried his cock deep in Joel's ass, jetting in and out with labored breaths. Raff moved deep within Joel while his hands roamed his body, stroking his cock and kissing him deeply, lovingly.

They made love long into the night, holding each other, kissing, touching and talking. Raff held onto Joel like he didn't want to let him go. They talked about NYU and how Joel should go.

"I can't Raff, I didn't make enough to cover everything. At least not now, I could possibly go in the summer after the January season."

"Yes you can go," he handed Joel an envelope.

"What's this?"

"Your future."

"What are you talking about," he said as he opened it. Inside was a check for enough to cover his tuition for at least half the year.

"No Raff I can't."

"Yes you can and you will, I won't take it back. It's what I want to do for you and for me as well. You have in this short time given me such happiness that I want you to be happy, and going to art school is what you want most and what will make you the happiest. I love you Joel, please take the money."

"You love me."

"Yes, more than I thought I could love any woman. I still don't believe I'm gay, just bi I think," he said laughing.

"I love you too, how can I leave now knowing how we feel about each other."

"You can and you will for us both, I don't want anything to spoil what we have had. It would be if it were to come out about us, I have to be able to work with these men and it would be too hard if they knew. I'm not ashamed of being with you Joel, that's not it. Like I said, I'm not gay. I'm just in love with another man, in a relationship that can't go any further for both our sakes because I want you to have the life you have dreamed of, and this here fishing and being here in Alaska is my life I dreamed of. I don't want to do anything that would jeopardize that for either of us. You may one day want to come back to fishing I want you to have that chance but it wouldn't happen if it came out your gay or that we were in a relationship."

"I understand, you are being selfless and I love that about you. Would you be able to come to New York someday to see me or see me when I come home on visits if your not out on the boat?"

"Of course, it's not like we will never see each other again, internet, phone, planes are wonderful inventions you know."

"Yes I know. If your sure this is what you want?"

"It's what I want, your what I want," he said fondling Joel's rising cock.

"I love you Raff, I will miss you."

"You haven't left yet," he said leaning down and sucking Joel's cock deep within his mouth.

Joel lovingly stroked his head as he sucked on his cock, tears streamed down his face thinking about the love he felt for this man and the sacrifice he was making for them both. Raff caught him up in his arms as his cock found it's home in Joel's ass. He wiped the tears from his cheeks as he drove home his love for him. 

Joel left for college 3 weeks later, much to his father's anger and his mothers pride. He and Raff spent as much time together as they could, making love and making plans for visits. Raff was sad and happy all at the same time as he watched Joel leave his house for the final time. He knew, he was gay, he just wanted to keep it to himself. He would forever long for his love, but it was all for the best and he knew it.