Matters reached a new level one day after returning from the beach. Bill had settled down with a drink on the lanai to read a book. Shelly was in the kitchen still clad in her beach bikini. Jim joined her to search for a cold drink in the fridge. Shelly was watching him, leaning against the counter top nibbling on some crackers. He smiled as he turned to face her, eyes dropping down to view her bikini clad body. He shook his head, “God, you are one beautiful woman Shelly.” She was unfazed by his comment and stare, and if anything appeared to revel in his attention.
Her eyes fixed on his as he moved closer to her. There was a bar type opening over the counter that Shelly leaned against, with a view to the living room and the lanai beyond. Jim could see his father stretched out on a lounge chair facing away from them.
He reached out and with open hand rubbed the tip of her breast with his hot palm. Shelly gasped a little, encouraging him to close his hand around the breast still tucked into the bikini top. She bit her lip but made no move to pull back or to stop him.
He moved his hand to her side, slowly lowering it down to her hip, which he caressed slowly before moving his hand to the front of her bikini bottom. He rubbed her mound with the heel of his hand. Shelly closed her eyes in submission, leaning back against the counter top. She dropped one hand to cover his as his fingers pushed between her legs, probing and then pushing the crotch of the bikini to one side. His fingertip found her bare slit and slipped easily back along the length of it.
They both groaned at the touch of flesh on flesh, just as a sound from the lanai forced Jim to pull back from her. He glanced out to see his father beginning to rise from the lounge chair. Shelly’s eyes were desperate with emotion as Jim moved back out of sight of his father and put his finger to his lips, tasting her essence. She hurried off to her bedroom. Jim sucked his breath in as he watched her ass cheeks jiggle as she retreated. Damn close, good thing that his time was running out. He had never wanted a woman as badly as he wanted to screw his stepmother.
She sought sex with Bill every night. If he fell asleep earlier than she, she would move her tits against his back and reach around to find his cock, stroking it until it was hard and the excitement awakened him. If he refused or made excuses she went to the bathroom and got herself off. But this night she would not take no for an answer and went down on him to get him hard and then rode him like a cowgirl, her ass slamming down on him as if it was she with a cock.
Bill was up earlier than usual the next morning. He had a weekly golf date with some buddies. He apologised to his son for taking off for a good part of the day and told him that they had a reservation at a favourite restaurant for that night, Jim’s last night in Maui. Jim was easy with it, be good for the old man to have some time alone and a break from an extra person in the condo.
He was on the lanai when he heard Shelly get up and shower. He lay there a while in the warming sun before rising to gather his snorkel gear. A “Good morning Jim,” alerted him to her standing in the lanai doorway, clad in her early morning robe. Jim’s eyes roamed boldly down her body, at her breasts shifting freely under the robe, at a round hip thrust to one side as she smiled, “Are you off for a snorkel? Had breakfast already?” Still facing him, she backed hesitantly into the condo as he approached, partially blocking his way.