On Pacific Time

Mom used her thumb to wipe the ample pre-cum from the head of my cock and lifted it to her mouth. She ran it across her bottom lip like lip gloss before licking it off. Her eye caught by something in the water, she turned her face from me and looked at the ocean.

"Oh God look Adrian," she screamed. "A whale. Oh and it has a baby. Go get the camera."

I looked where she pointed and so close to the ship there swam a huge whale and calf. "There's no room on the card."

"Your father has others. In the camera case. There's a side pocket."

I ran back into the suite and found the camera bag atop a suitcase in the closet. Side pocket, I thought and unzipped an almost hidden compartment below the shoulder strap. There was one SD card inside and to the cries of my mother shouting to hurry up, I snatched the camera from the bed and again joined her on the balcony.

Quickly changing the cards I was able to zoom in with the powerful lens and snap away a few shots of them breaching before the ship overtook.

"Oh my goodness," Mom clapped. "That was wonderful. Did you get them Darling?"

I looked down at the screen, holding it so Mom could see and scrolled back through the photos I'd managed to capture.

"Oh they're great," she proudly stated.

The image clicked from my first hurried and blurry photo to a picture of my wife and for a moment I didn't quite know what I was looking at.

"Oh my God!" Mom gasped.

Before us, captured digitally on my father's pride and joy $1000 camera was all the evidence my mother and I needed. The photos were taken on our first day on the ship judging by the clothing we were wearing. It was staggering that it had happened right under mine and my mother's noses. One shot was particularly daring as Brittany had the front of her dress lifted, showing her pussy to the camera while Mom and I stood behind on this very balcony looking in the opposite direction at the Sydney skyline.

There were others more graphic. What I expected was my father's cock in her mouth. She was wearing the black maxi dress and it amazed me she'd been able to find the time to do it all behind my back. Photos of her during the fireworks. And the clincher, a selfie of Brittany and Dad kissing, and not in a daughter/father-in-law kind of way.

"Oh Honey," Mom put her hand on my forearm, forcing the camera downwards. "I'm so sorry."

I didn't really know what to feel. Upset wasn't the word. I felt more anger at my father cheating on my mother than I did at Brittany cheating on me. Who was I to talk though? Here I was making love to my own mother behind their backs. What right did I have to be righteous?

I looked again at Mom. "You know what? I don't care!"

Her hand gripped my arm tighter.

"This just makes it easier for us Mom," I insisted.

Her eyes lit up and I placed the camera down on the outdoor table, wrapping my arms around her. My cock which had been resting, renewed its ascent and with Mom throwing her arms over my shoulders, I lifted her up onto my chest while her legs circled my waist.

"We've got some celebrating to do!" I stated.

* * * * *

There were only two other couples in the cinema and we'd chosen to sit close to the back row to avoid them. The film was some superhero extravaganza which neither of us was paying much attention to.

"You know you didn't finish the story," I leaned into my mother's ear and whispered.

"Hmm?" She looked at me furrowing her brow as the light from the screen illuminated her face before again plunging into darkness. "Oh, no I didn't did I!?"

We had decided to have dinner in the restaurant after all and seeing a movie following, Mom was still wearing her new green dress. With my hand resting on her leg, the satisfying texture of satin (and the fact I was caressing my mother's thigh) was turning me on, my cock rising accordingly.

Mom shifted slightly to rest her cheek on my shoulder, her mouth only inches from my ear. With the armrest up between us, our legs were touching and I felt her hand unzip my fly.

"I can remember it like yesterday Adrian. My poor drunk son; basically naked in that ridiculous costume."

Her hand deftly opened my pants wide, pulled my erection from my underpants and unseen by anyone else in the theatre, began stroking up and down my length.

"You had a finger inside me Darling. Your father supported most of your weight so he had no idea what was going on on my side. I supposed you thought I was Brittany and out of love for you I didn't want to dissuade you of that notion."

With my arm wrapped around her shoulder, I pulled her closer into me, kissing her forehead. My other hand delved beneath her dress until my fingers were against her pantyless pussy.

"We nearly fell over at the top of the stairs. All three of us, and your hand came out of my panties. I lost my hold on you and your father completed the rest of the journey with you to your room alone."

"But you said you did something?" I reminded her.

"Oh I followed. To be honest I laughed at you from behind. That fluorescent swimsuit between your muscly buttocks. You looked adorable," she kissed my ear and it sent goosebumps down my body. "Adorable but ridiculous," she elaborated. "Your father threw you on your bed and walked away in disgust but I stayed. I was your mother Adrian. I had to make sure my baby was okay."

Mom was quickly jacking me off and her pussy was slick beneath my fingers, dripping. I was protecting her new purchase when I pulled her around, lifting her leg up over my lap. She raised the satin dress and positioning my dick at the entrance to her vagina, slowly lowered herself fully down onto me.

"Ohhh," she sighed as my length filled her. "God you're bigger than your father!"

I met her mouth with mine, my tongue penetrating her along with my cock, before her lips were back beside my ear.

"I couldn't leave you there like that Baby. On top of the sheets, wearing that thing. Someone had written groom on your forehead and I went to the bathroom to moisten a facecloth in order to rub it off. When I got back you'd moved and your penis was exposed. I would've seen it when I took off the swimsuit anyway, this was just sooner than expected."

My hands were underneath Mom's dress, holding her ass as she gently rocked away on my cock. She was so wet I could feel it dripping into my pants around my balls.

"As I wiped the writing from your face you opened your eyes. You saw me Adrian. You knew I was there and you smiled. I know you had no idea, the state you were in, but for that moment you were happy you saw your mother. I pulled the swimsuit from you and as I lowered it over your hips, my hand brushed your penis. It was wrong. So wrong but I left it there. It felt so warm and was obviously so much bigger than when you were a boy."

There was a particularly bright section of the movie and Mom turned to be certain we weren't being observed. Satisfied, she kept on with the story, squeezing her pussy around me.

"And you hardened. Beneath my hand, you grew hard. You were breathing loud, almost snoring and I thought that any moment your father would come back in so I worked as fast as I could."

I raised my hands from her buttocks and lowered the dress below my mother's breasts, her nipples hard between my fingers as I kissed her neck.

"It looked so beautiful Adrian. Your cock. I needed to hold it. To feel its weight. I climbed up on the bed next to you and placed one of your hands under me, pressing it into my pussy as I wrapped my hand around your swelling dick. My son's dick. So hard for his Mommy."

Mom moved her mouth onto mine and our tongues danced. She bucked on my groin with renewed vigour, grinding her clit against my pubic bone.

"And you loved it Adrian," Mom continued. "You moaned. I told myself you knew it was me. That you were only pretending to be asleep. I whispered to you 'you were born to fuck me' I said. I was so wet and you were so hard. We were meant to be together like all mothers and sons. And then you came. It went everywhere Baby. Across your chest, your stomach, running down my knuckles. I had to get rid of the evidence. What if your father had returned and seen us, what I'd done? I felt I had only one option."

"You licked it up," I completed her story, thrusting my groin up into her. Ten years later and about to cum again.

"I licked it up!" Only after did I realize I could've used the washcloth but it was irrelevant. I loved it. The taste, the thick milkiness. I even put my mouth around you, sucked your softening cock, squeezing your balls to extract every last drop of your beautiful cream."

"Oh fuck Mom," I gasped.

"Yes Honey?" She moaned, leaning back with her hands on the seats behind. Her bare breasts illuminated by the projection above us.

"I'm gonna cum," I admitted.

"Then cum my darling. Cum inside Mommy's pussy."

I lifted the front of her dress to see my dick penetrating her; my mother's bald pussy rapidly sliding up and down my slick pole. Finally I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms tight around her with my mouth over hers.

"I can feel it Baby," she breathed into me as I released inside her. "I can feel it spraying me."

Jet after jet of cum left me. My cock twitching with each pulse. Her vagina squeezed around me, sucking me inside, trapping my seed within.

"I love you Adrian," she stated as our eyes remained locked. "You're the love of my life."

She didn't allow me to respond, again kissing me, her dripping tongue in my mouth.

I was still hard. Still so horny. Reaching out I raised the next armrest along and with my mother still impaled on my erection, lifted her body and lay her on her back along the seats. A quick look at the other patrons before I again began thrusting. The cum, the juice flowing from her vagina, made it noisy; made it sloppy. Their was a conversation taking place onscreen and I was sure we could be heard but I cared not. My balls slapped against her ass as I fucked her.

"I heard you Mom," I confessed between thrusts. "Back then. I heard what you said when I was sleeping. It came back to me in a dream. I've always known."

Mom threw her arms up around my neck and brought me down onto her chest, our mouths connected.

"Say it Baby," she begged as I ground my pubic bone into her clit.

"I was born to fuck you," I whispered in her ear as I came a second time; the walls of her vagina quivering as her own orgasm swept through her body.

"We're cu...cumming together Adrian," Mom stammered, breathing heavily. "Mommy's cumming Baby. You've made Mommy cum!"

Her legs wrapped around my exposed ass, locking me atop her as we kissed. Still thrusting, her pussy tightly squeezing around me I came again or was it the same orgasm prolonged? I no longer had any idea, it was just so pleasurable. I kissed her ear and wondered why it had taken so long for this to happen. We could've been fucking for years if she'd given me a sign; if I'd remembered 'that' night.

Slowing my thrusts, a thought came to mind.

"Why did you pull away when we were watching the movie? When you touched my dick?"

"I wanted to be sure," Mom replied gaining her breath. "We were both so drunk Honey. I wanted us to know what we were doing, to remember everything."

The explanation more than satisfied me. It was why she was the mother. Looking out for my best interests. I looked over the seats to see the credits rolling on the screen and the other patrons leaving. One looked back towards me, my face peering over the seats, it was obvious what we'd been up to.

"Mom, we'd better go," I suggested.

* * * * *

Vanuatu

I watched her as she sat on a stool at the bar sipping her drink through a straw, her red lips and tongue treating it as if it were a miniature cock. Her short blond hair slicked back, she ignored the men on either side of her attempting a pick up as she surveyed the bar. Her eyes finally alighting on me, she showed recognition but didn't approach.

Turning her head towards the man to the right of her she nodded and spoke something to him before looking back at me. One of the shoelace straps of her black slip of a dress fell from her shoulder and she did nothing to correct it whilst below she uncrossed her legs. From my vantage point seated across the room I had a clear view up her dress; her smooth tanned thighs and pantyless, bald pussy between.

A drink was placed behind her by the barman and the aforementioned man to the right motioned her towards its presence. My mother smiled at him and they spoke before she rose and picking up the drink, headed towards me.

She only became more attractive as she neared me. The satin dress barely covering her crotch; her clearly braless breasts swaying seductively as she moved, nipples pronounced. Even now, here in this public bar in Port Vila, Vanuatu I grew hard under her gaze.

Reaching my armchair she placed her glass down on the table and bending at the hip leaned forward to kiss me on the lips, her cold tongue flicking against my own, gin on her breath.

"I've missed you," she whispered into my mouth as she climbed onto my lap, knees either side of my hips and her pussy coming down directly on my erection.

"I've only been outside for ten minutes!"

"Mmm that's too long," she purred.

I laughed as her mouth kissed the side of my neck. I looked over her shoulder and the men remained staring at us. At her. Their mouths agape, no doubt they'd seen up her dress as she'd kissed me.

"Your fans are watching," I informed her. "What did you say to them?"

Mom ground her crotch against mine and looked me in the eyes. "One of them offered to buy me a drink and I accepted. He asked me what I was up to and I told him I was waiting for my son. I just told him you arrived!"

"Oh Jesus, Mom!" I exclaimed, now understanding their countenance.

"What?" She smirked.

I shook my head. "You're so bad."

"Are you going to punish me?"

I pushed my cock up hard against her. "Nuh uh. I'm going to reward you. I have news."

Late in the evening we walked back to the ferry that would return us to the ship tendered offshore. I'd spoken with Brittany via phone outside the bar and she'd informed with with regret her and Dad wouldn't be meeting us in Vanuatu but Fiji, five days later. It was music to my ears then and sounded better in the retelling to Mom. When we reached the ferry we were arm in arm and on the short journey to the ship we couldn't keep our mouths off each other.

"I want to fuck five days straight!" Mom drunkenly admitted in my ear, loud enough for the many other mostly elderly passengers to hear.

I looked around at them and received disapproving looks from the retirees but Mom was unfazed, kissing my neck, her hand openly rubbing the front of my pants.

'Five days straight,' and then what? I wondered. How would we handle our situation when my wife and father were back on board?

"Mom," I warned her, gesturing to the audience and she looked into my eyes and then upon the frowning crowd.

"What?" Mom challenged the ferry. "He's my son!"

I felt my face redden as I witnessed their visages turn from displeasure to shock. Thankfully we docked with the cruise ship and to the tut tuts of grandmothers and surprisingly some thumbs up by their husbands, we boarded our vessel.

Mom couldn't wait until we reached the suite. In a corridor she stopped and pushed me against the wall. Without thought of being seen she pressed her body to me, our mouths connected. Her breasts squished against my chest, her pubic bone grinding upon my growing erection.

"I was thinking," I confessed to her, my hands caressing her back and buttocks beneath the satin.

"About fucking me?" Mom whispered, her tongue flicking my ear.

"No, well yes. I mean about how to deal with Dad and Brittany," I explained.

She brought her face in line with mine and looked on intently.

"It was you," I continued. "What you said to the men in the bar. The old people on the ferry. You just freely admitted we were related. Why don't we just do that with Dad and Britt?"

"They know we're related!"

"No, just come straight out and tell them we're lovers," I elaborated. "They can be together. We can be together. We're just swapping partners; lives."

Mom's glassy eyes showed signs of joy, hope. "I love it," she confessed. "We'll do it the minute they get back on board."

My cock swelled with pride at how well she'd embraced my proposal and Mom clearly felt it.

"I love something else too," she confided, stroking the front of my pants. "And Mommy needs feeding."

Dropping to a squat, Mom deftly unzipped my fly on her way down and had my dick out before I had a chance to check the surroundings. Vanuatu had seen more than five hundred passengers return to the cruise and their presence was noticeable. Looking left and right however, the long hallway was deserted for the time being and I again returned my focus on the beautiful woman at my groin.

Her tongue slowly slid up the underside of my cock, followed by her hand as her eyes found mine. Reaching the head she licked up the clear pre-cum that was squeezed from my length, drawing it into her mouth to savour its sweetness before enveloping me with her lips. I closed my eyes and my head fell back against the wall as my mother's hot wet mouth pulled me into her, my cock clasped by her lips, her tongue and finally the tightness of her throat. I could hear her gagging and looked down at her watery eyes but she didn't pull away, instead reaching for my hand to place on her neck. I felt it. As she allowed my penis to further plumb her depths, I felt it pushing out her throat from the inside. She took me fully inside her, her lips meeting my pubic bone before her face, reddening pulled back off my engorged cock.

Her mouth came away in a flood of saliva and I was reminded of her spitting in her snorkel visor so many days before. Struggling to gain her breath, Mom was quick to take hold of my slick penis, using the saliva as lubricant to masturbate my length as she licked my smooth dripping balls. Again she had me in her mouth. Sucking the head as her hand milked the shaft, the other dropping the front of her dress to expose her breasts.

Saliva dripped upon her chest, ran down her neck. Her slurping and gurgling was unrestrained. Loud enough I presumed to be heard from inside the cabins around us but as yet we were undisturbed.

"Fuck Mom that feels so good," I admitted.

"Oh yeah?" She momentarily removed her mouth from me to answer. "You like Mommy sucking your cock Baby?"

"Oh yes, you look beautiful," I praised her.

"Beautiful enough to cum on?" She asked.

"Oh fuck yes," I hissed.

"Then cum on me Adrian. Cum in my mouth. Cum on my face. I need my son's cum Baby!"

Her hand was working overtime along my length. Her mouth twisted around the head. An elderly couple rounded a corner to our right and headed towards us but I cared not. I could have stopped, I should've, but my mother had told me do do something and I was determined to fulfil her wish. They neared us. They halted not six feet away and watched. Not with the disapproving looks we'd received from the prudish old crones on the ferry but with fascination and I turned my attention back on my mother. Her eyes had momentarily strayed onto our audience but now focussed on the job at hand, or at mouth as the case would be.

With renewed vigour she sucked my cock. Her hand jerked me furiously and with her now squeezing my balls I could feel my orgasm approach.

"Shit Mom, I'm gonna cum!" I freely admitted and her response was a moan as she dropped a hand down to delve between her own legs. The couple hadn't reacted to my incestuous confession although in my peripheral vision they did seem to move closer together.

With her lips clasped tight around the head of my cock and her hand grasping my length, I began to cum. Her eyes locked on mine as I emptied my load in her mouth. Pulse after pulse of hot jism flowing over her tongue. I felt her swallow before she pulled me from her mouth to take the final spurts upon her face, my semen dripping from her chin.