A look flashed across Mr. Hollins’ face, one that said he was the captain, far too busy for such frivolity.
This was an opportunity not to let get away.
“Sir, I’m happy to get it for them, why don’t you take over.”
“That’s kind of you Michael.”
I said, “As good as you all have been to me, it’s the least I can do,” then yelled to Mrs. Hollins, “I’ll be there in a second.”
* * * * *
I was opening the refrigerator when I heard a familiar voice.
“Enjoying the show, stud?’
My naked girlfriend, holding a towel, pressed her hand to my chest, kissed me, and I said, “I didn’t get the rule book, it’s okay for you and your Mom to strip in front of me if we’re on a boat?”
“Yep, not sure why lying naked in public is acceptable if you’re on a yacht, but it is. Maybe it’s a special rule for the rich. I think it’s half the reason Mom’s goes on these trips, she can let that body she works so hard on be openly ogled. And you’ve been doing your part.”
“Happy to contribute, but I was trying not to be too obvious. After all, I’m with your Dad.”
Her hand rubbing my penis through my shorts she said, “You’re okay, barely. As to Dad, we’ve talked about that, he doesn’t notice. Sometimes I think he’d wouldn’t mind if someone else took over the physical requirements of his marriage.”
She pushed my swim trunks over my erection, wrapped her fingers on my it, squeezed; a bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip and ran down the barrel. She knelt, directed me to sit, licked up the shaft, retracing the pre-cum’s path, then said, “Y’know, when you’re on the water it’s important to keep your skin moisturized.”
She licked the crown with the flat of her tongue, then tilting her head wrapped her mouth on my shaft from the side, moved up and down, coating it with spittle, then smacked her lips in delight, stretched her jaw, and swallowed half my length.
The display on the bow having set my pilot light on high and the roar of the boat’s engine providing ample cover, I made no effort to hide my appreciation, “Oh yeah Jennie, so good, so good, suck me, yeah.”
Then Jennie stopped, let me slide from her mouth, licked her lips, and said, “Hey stud, there’s no need to bullshit me, you’ve gotten this hard-on staring at my mother’s naked body, you’re imagining it’s her sucking your cock.”
What she said wasn’t true, Jennie’s naked body always made an erection inevitable, but this did not seem the time to quibble. I thrust my dick into her face, said, “Suck me Mrs. Hollins,” and Jennie did: in my mind’s eyes it was soon Mrs. Hollins’ mouth, hand, and tongue on my dick.
“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it Mrs. Hollins, I’m getting close, coddle my balls, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it. Suck my dick Mrs. Hollins, fuck yes, so good.”
Stabbing her head the length of my dick she ended each thrust with a gag, “GWAC, GWAC, GWAC, GWAC, GWAC.”
Slumping on the bench, the vibration of the boat merging with the sensation of Jennie’s mouth, my breaths grew short and hard, my jaw locked, my gut clenched, and I started babbling, “Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes, suck me Mrs. Hollins, suck me, I’m there, there, there, fucking yes, I’m… frigging… coming…,” and filled Mrs. Hollins, I mean Jennie’s mouth with warm blasts of thick creamy goo. Continuing to work me with lips and tongue, she let the first wad glide down her throat, then held the next two pulses in her mouth, slid me between her lips and with a wicked slurp, opened her mouth, showing me the pool of cum flowing over her tongue, swallowed.