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 Story #2 - "Sailing with Mom", from X-Family Letters

	My mom and dad bought a forty foot sloop, a sailing boat, in
the early nineties.  Mom made good use of it while Dad, an
engineer, was under government contract in a South Pacific
island for almost a year.  I arrived home in Tarzana, CA on a
Saturday afternoon from a year of park ranger work.  Mom was
happy to see me and offered to take me on a Sunday, over-night
sailing trip to St. Colburn Island about thirty miles off the
coast.  I happily agreed to sign on for an ocean adventure.  I
just missed my older brother, Timmy, who Mom took sailing that
morning.  He had left for civil service work in Europe six hours
before I arrived.

	We got underway at about seven a.m. with calm seas plus a good
wind.  Mom, a big woman, blue eyes, short auburn hair, 5'10",
heavy boned, long legged, late thirties, still was a looker. 
She was in her one piece bathing suit while she instructed me in
things I'd forgotten about sailing.  Taking our time, we arrived
and anchored about two miles off the island around one p.m.  We
went ashore in the outboard-powered inflatable raft to have a
few drinks at the local beach pub.  Some of the young women at
the beach wore brief, string bikinis which naturally I eyeballed
and got a tremendous hard on.  Mom saw it, pointed at it, smiled
and kidded, "Are things looking up for you, Bobby?"

	I blushed, but brazenly stated, "I'm a healthy young man, Mom,
who has needs."

	She smiled wider before sipping her gin and tonic, "...And
those needs have to be satisfied, correct?"

	I could only come back with, "Good God, Mom, what me to show it
to you?"

	Mom sat her drink down with a crooked smile, "Why not?"

	Sometimes Mom can get a little weird.  I Don't think she'd been
laid in about ten months, since Dad left.  Being lonely makes
some people say weird things.

	We got back to the boat around five p.m., both of us somewhat
zapped.  Mom managed to cook a small but excellent meal during
which we didn't say to much to each other.  After the meal I
took a can of beer and a book and went topside, sitting on the
dark blue, stuffed canvas mat and leaning against the mast to
read, sip and watch the sunset.  With the warm winds, the slow
rolling at anchor, a full stomach and alcohol, I nodded off to a
heavy sleep.  I awoke in the middle twilight, somewhat groggy. 
I could see that we were about the only one anchored, for the
weekenders had already left for home.  I noticed that our
topside lights were on and Mom's coming out of the cabin caught
my attention.  As she walked toward the mast carrying two
martinis, I noticed she was wearing a bikini outfit.  As she
came closer I looked again.  It was underwear!  A yellow
see-through brief exposed her lower fluffiness, with a matching
sheer, 36D bra, with her nipples visible.  Music was coming
through the forward cabin porthole, a Sinatra CD that Mom loved.
I stood up (in more ways than one), she handed me a drink,
grinned and spoke softly, "Like my outfit?"

	"Don't you think it's a mite - "

	"Brief?  Oh yes - just right for a warm evening, don't you
think?"

	I couldn't talk anymore; I just stared at Mom's beautiful body.
We toasted, I drank the martini, but wasn't conscious of it for
I was kind of frozen, but my body was in lust.  I hadn't been
laid in about eight months.  She came closer to me, drink in
hand, with a pleasant odor of jasmine perfume about her, eyes
fixed on my cut-offs' new bulge.  She placed an arm around my
neck lightly whispering, "Dance with me, Bobby."

	Holding our drinks we danced on the canvas mat to Old Blue
Eyes' "All The Way".  My God, how warm she was, pressing against
me.  Mom was an inch and a half taller, but I could feel her
whole body shudder as she pressed her boobs against me.  When
she ground her pelvic bone into me I threw my drink over the
side and kissed her deeply.  She gently moved me against the
mast while reaching down to unbutton my cut-offs.  It took only
a microsecond to remove the flimsy bra while she had me
completely nude except for my T-shirt.  She quickly lowered her
bikini panties and placed both hands on my shoulders, shoving me
down on my knees.  I was scared, but I wanted to have her.  Ma's
kinky auburn pubic hair was in my face and I started licking as
she made circular motions around my mouth.  Once I started
licking her button while fingering her, she started to shake all
over.  She gripped my head, bent back a little and literally
shoved my face into her genitalia.  After fingering her swollen
clit, I found out she comes like a man, for some white gunk shot
out of her lips and almost went up my nose.  Right after, she
spun around, got on her hands and knees, raised her ass towards
my erect penis, looked back and uttered, "Bobby, I want you this
way."

	My God, dog fashion.  With my back up against the mast, she
brought her ass further for me to pleasure.  My thick six-inch
erection found the flooded vulva in no time and I was quickly
inside her.  At the first stroke she bucked, bringing her ass
further up and backing me flush against the mast while I fucked
her.  I had my hands on her hips, guiding her pushes and grinds
while my penis somehow made movements inside  Mom's birth canal
make loose, sucking sounds that electrified me.  My first ten
mini-strokes resulted in another of her vaginal contractions. 
She kept pressing her ass more against my strokes, wedging me
against the mast pole. The hot, meaty penetrations of her seed
land were getting to feel more pleasurable with each new stroke
now.  It was seconds before I felt my sperm about to make its
way "topside".  I started pushing her away a little, grinding
faster, trying to initiate long strokes while warning Mom,
"Mom...ah...I'm about to spurt...no protection...ah...I better
pull..."

	Mom jammed me harder, swiveled and ground her ass tightly while
demanding, "No...ooohh...leave it...ooohh...in...Don't take
it...oh God, oh God, oh God..."  Mom orgasmed again as I felt
the fingers-to-toes pop, with a joyous jolt of my semen lava.  I
was wedged, I couldn't pull out.  I shot my seed again and again
deep inside as I tried to pull out, but she slammed me, gulping
every shot deep inside her cunt.  When she at last felt that I
had fired the last drop of spermatozoa, she gently crawled
forward as my cock exited, still erect.  We soon stretched out
on the mat, talked, cuddled a little.  She played with the hair
on my chest while she spoke in a serious tone, "I always had a
fantasy of how it would feel screwing you, Bobby."

	I answered immediately, "Yeah - my thoughts were not the purest
about you, sweet Mother.  Why didn't you protect yourself and
let me pull out before I came in you?"

	Mom just smiled, kind of bit her lip, looked me in the eyes and
cooed, "Because, dear Bobby, I wanted to give your brother,
Timmy's, sperm some competition!"

	Wow!  Mom had had a double header weekend.

					Mr. R.S., California



