Summer Retreat Pt.02

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Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy, Mica, Yorkshire, England

We stayed on the boat for the rest of the afternoon, the sun warming our skins as we lay naked in the aftermath of our tryst. I was conflicted, Harry is my son, mothers and sons should not engage in sexual activity, but, I told myself, I love my son and what we did was lovemaking, not sex.

I tipped my head and looked across at Harry as he lay next to me. His dick was remarkably similar to how I remember my late husband Paul’s to be. Much more than a palm’s width in length and just a bit more than a circled palm in girth, uncut, his head hidden except when fully aroused when it would just push his foreskin back and peek out. His balls pendulous and hanging deep from the base of his dick, promising so much.

His stomach still flat and his chest muscled rather than moobed. He didn’t really work out, but his body was toned and looked after and it showed. Where would we go from here? Was this a one off event, was it engineered by Harry? I suspected that it was. Did that mean he wanted more, would he expect me to open my legs for him, to invite him inside me? I wasn’t sure on my own feelings. The sex, if I just isolated it as sex, was fantastic, I orgasmed naturally for the first time in a long time. But was it more, was it pure love?

The sensation of his juices dribbling down, leaking from my fanny to my perineum was something I had forgotten, both unpleasant and yet remarkably nice. The numbness in my fanny after the orgasm, and then the slow return to feelings as my fanny returned to its normal closed self was, again, a feeling I had long forgotten. My body has reawakened, do I want to let it sleep again, do I want to take advantage of what my son appears to have to offer, did I somehow initiate this? Is my subconscious engineering scenarios that will inevitably lead to intercourse with my son?

I lay half asleep watching the sun sink lower in the sky.

“Harry, we should be getting back, it will be dark very soon,” I called across to Harry.

He sat up and scratched his balls, lovely, and then stood.

“Yes I suppose you are right. Ought to get dressed I suppose.”

“Indeed.” Arriving naked back at the marina would ask questions that we didn’t need answering.

I went down to the head and cleaned myself as best I could, remarkably there was still a lot of him inside me, it would be leaking for ages. I did the best I could with toilet tissue, I would have to douche properly when we got back to the Plantation House and a decent shower.

I went back aloft and dressed in my bikini and sarong and sat on the bench at the back of the cockpit, I could enjoy the last of the sun and watch my son as he took us back home. Harry was back in his shorts and T Shirt and had started the engines and retrieved the anchor.

“Right mum, back to the purity of the Plantation House,” he said.

What a strange turn of phrase I thought, did he imply nothing would occur between us back there? Was this tryst to only happen when we were remote, away from others, were no one could see us, no one could draw judgements? I guessed that tonight would answer that, the party door would, or would not, be used.

We arrived back at the Marina just as the sun was setting, long black shadows hiding so much as we moored. I had phoned Jorge as we approached, and he was there to help with the ropes and help us moor and disembark.

“I will deal with the yacht later madam, sir,” he said, “Let us get you back to the plantation house first.”

We piled into the Toyota and headed along the bumpy streets back to the plantation where Maria greeted us.

“Hello madam, have you had a good day?”

“Yes Maria we have, we may do it again in a couple of days, it was quite relaxing.”

“Excellent Madam. I have a lobster salad prepared for tea, but if you are not hungry, then I could save it for tomorrow’s lunch.”

“Oh that sound divine Maria, yes dinner please. But first I need to go and shower the sea air off me, my skin feels quite dry.”

“Yes madam.”

“Harry,” I said to his retreating back, “I am showering and then dinner in thirty, okay?”

“Yes mum, of course mum,” back to not boat Harry then. Good, I think. I expected that the party door would not be used tonight.

In my room I first checked that the party door was shut but unlocked. If he wanted to, he could use it, but I would not invite it by opening it. I stripped off my bikini and rinsed it in the hand wash basin and turned on the shower. I stepped in and rinsed myself and the removed the head from the hose. I smeared a little gel around the end, squatted slightly, and gently pushed the hose end past my entrance and inside me.

It was a strange feeling, the water, which I had on a low setting, flooded my insides washing away the last of his sperms, leaving me clean inside. I just used water no soap internally, I did not want to wash away my natural juices and oils, just remove the last remnants of my son. I pulled the hose away and reattached the head and put it back on kovancılar escort its hook. I gelled my body, rubbing as much of the sea salt away as I could, and then stood and let the shower rain wash away the suds.

Feeling refreshed I towelled myself dry, added some after sun moisturiser and then stepped into a sundress. I looked in the mirror and decided that it was not obvious that I wasn’t wearing knickers, no bra, yes, but so what, everyone has nipples, right?

I went down to the dining room and poured a martini over ice and stood in the opened door looking out to sea, the myriad of stars with their familiar patterns filling the now dark sky, millions more than we can see in the light polluted UK sky, here in the Caribbean the sky is alive, look long enough on any night and you will see shooting stars. Make a wish Harriet, make a wish.

Harry came in, “Hi mum, good shower?”

“Oh yes darling, nicely and thoroughly cleansing, washing away the day on the boat.”

“Crumbs, all of it?”

“Yes darling, all of it, every last drip.”

He laughed and poured himself a Martini and came and stood next to me, not too close, but near.

“Stunning mum, the sky here is stunning.”

“It is Harry, it really is.”

“Dinner madam,” Maria announced.

“Thank you Maria,” I said and we turned and sat at the table. We each had half a lobster, the flesh removed, mixed with a thermidor sauce and replaced in the half shell, a grind of paprika across the top, some white crab meat at the side, and a salad of peppers and tomato on the side. Some sliced buttered bread to accompany.

I have to say that neither Harry nor I spoke as we consumed another masterpiece from Maria.

“Gosh that was good mum,” Harry said as he leant back in his chair.

“It certainly was, let’s take a drink and sit on the deck before we retire for the night.” I said, refreshing my martini and walking through the veranda doors and sitting on the swing seat.

Harry followed a few moments later and sat next to me on the swing, but apart, if you know what I mean. Neither of us wanted the staff to draw conclusions by looking at our body language and demeanour.

We sat quietly, discussing if we should go to the same spot on the yacht the day after, or perhaps somewhere else.

“I could get closer to the beach, we could use a gang plank or ladder, and then go and lay on the beach, it may be softer than the cabin roof,” Harry suggested.

“What about the sharks?” I asked.

“I have never seen any mum, and I don’t think you have either, and it would only be a few seconds dash through the water to the beach.”

“Okay, let’s see when we get there. But that cabin roof was a little hard on the back.”

We sat mulling the ideas and finishing our drinks.

“I’m going up Harry, see you for breakfast.”

“Usually we say ‘see you later’ as a general replacement for ‘goodbye’ but I did not want to leave any audible clues for anyone listening. If he came visiting, then he did, only we would know, if he didn’t, then he didn’t, again only we would know.

In my bedroom, my door nearly closed but not clicked, to allow a little through draft, I stripped off my dress and stood naked at the window, once more looking out at the bejewelled sky, a small slither of new moon rising the only competition to the innumerable stars. Do any of them harbour life, I wondered, were any of them watching me now from all those millions of miles away.

I went into the bathroom and washed, cleaned my teeth and headed to my bed, it had been a long day under the sun and I was quite tired, I was soon asleep, and I have no idea if I had a visitor or not, if I did, I slept through it.

Breakfast for me was croissants, fruits and coffee, the lobster of the previous evening had left me still a little full when I awoke, and so a light breakfast was the order of the day. Tomorrow we would venture out on the yacht again, for who knows what adventures? More of yesterday, or was that a closed chapter?

My orange bikini was still a little damp, and whilst I knew it would get wet in the pool, putting on a damp bikini is not a pleasant experience for anyone. I took a different bikini from my drawer. This one was cornflower blue, and as I put it on, I realised that it was actually quite a bit smaller than the orange one I had been wearing thus far.

I need to be extra careful in the gusset area least I reveal more than I would perhaps want. The top barely covered my areola, and did not cover the height of my boobs, revealing a fair amount of under boob.

If I hadn’t had the experience with Harry that I had, on the yacht, then I doubt I would have been brave enough to wear it in his company, but, he has seen every square inch of me, I simply needed to be seen to be covered. The bikini only bordered on the obscene, it wasn’t actually obscene, not in my eyes anyway.

I lay on the sun lounger, my toes pointing at the sun, listening to a PD James spoken story through my ear buds. I sometimes imagined myself alone kozlu escort with Adam Dalgleish and what I would like him to do to me, oh what a wonderfully written character he is. He could examine my evidence anytime he liked. Oh yes. I know I was a little restless and moved my legs a fair amount. I felt naked down there, but I wasn’t about to put my hands in my crotch to investigate.

“Pool” I said and got up and padded to the pool, sat at the edge and then slipped in. Again it felt cold, although I knew it wasn’t, it was just my body feeling hot after laying in the sun. As I stood at the pool edge I slipped my hand down, yes my fanny had been completely uncovered, my bikini totally bunched to one side. Had Harry taken the opportunity to grab more illicit pictures? I had no idea, I hadn’t been watching him. He did have his iPad with him, so perhaps he had. I readjusted my decorum before doing a few lengths of the pool, and then climbed out as gracefully as I could, pulling and stretching my gusset before walking back to sit down, hopefully clothing intact again.

I lay once more in the sun, thinking of improvements that we could implement in our working practices. Times were still tough, and just surviving felt like success. I had a few ideas that I could put to the senior management team when we got back, and then I lay back once more in the arms of Adam Dalgleish. Lunch was melon and oranges with slices of pastrami. Odd, unless you have tried it, and then you would know just how oddly satisfying the combination was.

An afternoon of more sun and swimming, a few words about nothing with Harry and then it was soon time for dinner. I went up to shower, again my door ajar not clicked, was I inviting something? I told myself it was just to allow a through draft, nothing more. I stripped my bikini, pleased to see that my orange bikini was now thoroughly dry, tomorrow on the boat I would have a choice. Orange, Blue, None.

I sat on the edge of the toilet and shaved my bikini area, just a few spikes beginning to show, and I can’t have that, smoothness is required, not prickly little hairs emerging to try and reclaim coverage. Not going to happen little hairs, not going to happen. I used a hand towel to wipe away all the soap residues, and then liberally smothered after sun over my groin.

As I stood to go back into the main bedroom I thought I saw movement from the corner of my eye. I didn’t rush or turn to the noise, I just carried on as I normally would and walked back to my room and sat on the edge of the bed, coincidentally facing the party door. It had definitely moved as I came back into the room. Oh well, it was so silly, he could have come and joined me if he had wanted, after the yacht there was no need for sneaking around.

Should I give him a show I wondered, and decided against. I was going to behave normally, I may have a play with Bob later, I may not, in fact probably not, I wanted to save myself for if Harry made another move tomorrow.

Sleep was troubled, my dreams filled with memories of Paul and now imagineering of Harry, all sexual, all leaving me at the point of gasping. Heaven only knows what anyone would have thought if they had seen me tossing and gasping all night.

The morning came eventually and I was wringing with perspiration, and dived in the shower to sluice myself clean. Orange bikini on today, with a strappy top over for the journey to the boat, I felt a little exposed in just my bikini when we drove to the marina the other day. Jorge had the boat all prepared, fresh drinks and a picnic prepared by Maria, fully fuelled, radios checked, and we were ready. Jorge helped us cast off and we were on our way.

I sat on the bench seat at the open back of the cockpit, the sun on my face and the breeze in my hair. I had kept my bikini on, I didn’t intend removing it unless prompted, I was not prepared to make the first move. Some dolphins swam alongside us for a while, chittering and leaping out of the water. I decided to take it as a blessing for whatever today would bring.

After about an hour we were back at the little beach on Santa Luziã, Harry had dropped anchor as close as he could to the beach, we were still a few metres away. Harry dropped a rope ladder over the side at the front, clambered down and stood in water just below his knees in depth. He splashed to the sand and stood looking up at me.

“I think the beach will work best mum, do you want to try and come down the ladder, or do you want to slip in the water at the back and swim round?”

The water at the back didn’t look too deep, I could wade, but swimming would be quicker.

“Let me slip off the back.”

I went aft and sat on the back diving platform and slipped into the water and quickly swam around the boat until I was in wading depth and scrambled up to the beach.

Harry climbed up the ladder, and that looked a tad difficult I thought, perhaps more than I wanted to do, and then asked me if he should throw the stuff down to me or pass it down the ladder.

“Let me come to kozluk escort the ladder sweetheart, I don’t want to risk dropping our stuff in the water if I don’t manage to catch properly. Let’s see if you can pass it down to me.”

With me wading out to the ladder and Harry passing down to me, we got all that we wanted off the boat and down to the beach. Harry made sure that the anchor was secure, and then rejoined me on the beach. I laid out a towel and then draped another over the top of the cool bag, simply to try and keep the sun off it. I turned to see that Harry was already naked and laying on his towel.

Well, that basically told me. I stripped off my Bikini and placed it on the cool bag and lay down. I had already smothered myself in suntan lotion before we left the plantation, and so I just lay down and listened to the small Caribbean waves lapping at the shore. Not even a bird to be heard, it was so silent.

I think I dozed, my legs apart, feeling the warmth of the sun on my fanny and inner thighs, areas so rarely exposed, I had thoroughly ensured that they were protected before we left. I felt a breath on my fanny lips. Oh. I looked down through half opened eyes and saw the top of Harry’s head as he blew along my crease.

I opened my legs more and murmured approving sounds, that drew his tongue, pressing between my lips which peeled apart like a tight zip, revealing my valley floor and my treasures. I shivered, not from cold, but from delight as his tongue pressed its way between my clitoris hood and my entrance, touching neither, leaving me pulsing in anticipation.

His underside of tongue so smooth as he went down toward my entrance, the topside so rough and rasping as he went up to my clitoris. A finger played around my entrance, not going for my opening, but circling then slipping along my perineum to my back passage and pressing.

His tongue found my clit and began playing with my hood, pushing it away and revealing my so sensitive nubbin. As his tongue dabbed I found myself gulping air, my chest getting tighter as my lungs filled. Pressures were building in my crotch and electrics began dancing and I felt my back stiffen, my heels pushed the towel into the sand and my fingers were clutching at Harry’s head, it felt like I was building for a big one.

“On your knees mum,” Harry said, my moment almost arriving I was disappointed at the pause. I rolled to my knees and rested my palms flat. Harry knelt behind me, I could feel his dick as it slid along my valley, hovered over my entrance and I gasped in anticipation, but he didn’t press, he moved further back and pressed at my sphincter, pushing, pressing, and then my body began to relax and slowly he edged inside, widening me, pushing inside where few have gone.

I could feel the pressure at my sphincter, but I couldn’t feel him inside me, just the occasional rub against my fanny wall. After a deal of pushing I felt him press against my buttocks, he was fully inside me. I no longer felt him against my buttocks, he was easing back and then I knew he was slowly entering and leaving, getting ready to shag me in a dominating way, he wanted to own my body perhaps, dictate what and where.

Did I want to allow that? I don’t have an issue with anal per se, I just don’t get much from it. Harry started shagging, my sphincter feeling the rolling pressure, the slap as he hit my buttocks but little else. I made encouraging gasp noises, it seemed the right thing to do, along with the occasional ‘urgh’ I made. I knelt there and took the pounding, and I felt something, a coolness. I think he had finished inside me.

Relief as he pulled out and stood. “Just going for a dip mum,” he said. Probably a good idea, I decided to do the same.

As I waded out I could feel the water flowing around my sphincter, cooling, would I fill with water I wondered; that hadn’t been the most enjoyable sex, and I hope Harry felt the same. I loved that we had shared something, but it had done nothing for me. I moved into shallow water and felt myself drain, I hadn’t yet fully closed back up.

As I lay on the towel, I wondered how long it would take Harry to recover. I wanted ‘proper’ sex and Harry was going to give it to me, whether he knew it or not. I would give him a while and then I would have him.

I think I dozed, smiling to myself at how Harry probably thought he had the upper hand, but in reality, he only did what I allowed him to do. Soon he would have to learn that he was not in charge, I was. After about an hour of dozing I rolled to my side. Harry was laying on his back, his dick just laying on his thigh, pointing in my direction. Good, that was perfect.

I bent down, grasped it and then sucked it into my mouth, licking, pulling his foreskin back, enjoying the sensation of it growing inside me. I pumped his dick a few times to help him stiffen, and then took my mouth away and pulled his foreskin fully back, watching as it caught beneath the rim of his dickhead.

I straddled him, facing his feet, he could look at my sphincter, watch as it rose and fell, where he had plundered me earlier. I settled down, his dick at my entrance, and I sank, fully enclosing his dick in my fanny. Oh that was so much better, I could feel him inside me, filling me, I could feel his dick pressing against my fanny walls, I could feel his pulse, I could hear his sighs of pleasure.

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