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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Posting Schedule:
This story is reposted due to numerous requests. Because of the length
of the story, many of you have missed chapters. For that reason I am
going to try to post on the following schedule:
Friday, May 26 - Two Families - The Cruise in its entirety (6 Chapters)
Monday, May 29 - Two Families - The Teenage Years - Chs 1-6
Tuesday May 30 - Two Families - The Teenage Years - Chs 7-13
Wednesday, May 31 - Two Families - Epilogue
These postings will be made to alt.sex.stories,
alt.sex.stories.moderated and alt.sex.stories.incest, so if miss a
chapter in one newsgroup, you can probably find it in another. Another
method of finding missing chapters is to go to your favorite search
engine and search for TWO FAMILIES only in the newsgroups, rather than
web pages.
What is Two Families?
First of all -- this story is completely fiction. The story is in two
parts. The Cruise details a memorable week in the lives of two close
families - a Caribbean cruise. The Teenage Years picks up at the end
of the cruise and follows the two families until the day our hero --
Jason Bradford -- leaves home for college. Then, the Epilogue returns
about 10 years later in Jason's life and lets you know how everything
turned out for our two families.
As always, comments are appreciated -- either posted here to the
newsgroup or by email to thor4u@my-deja.com
Enjoy the story.
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Two Families - The Cruise
Chapter 1
By Jason Bradford
PROLOGUE:
It's funny sometimes how little unexpected bumps on the road of life
can completely change the direction of future events. Take my family,
for example.
I'm Jason -- a reasonably well-adjusted kid. I make real good grades in
school, I don't do drugs, I play most team sports with unremarkable
skill, and I have all the same identity and self-esteem problems that
most kids my age have. My parents divorced when I was two, and my
biological father is an almost unknown presence in my life. He
communicates very regularly with my mother by child-support check, and
has set up a nice education account for my college, but I haven't seen
him since I was six. I was raised by my mother, who was the only
parent I had ever known until I was eleven. That's when she married
Jack, my stepfather.
My mother's name is Elizabeth, and she goes by Betsy. She is a
schoolteacher. I think she is the most beautiful woman in the world,
but of course I'm biased. Ever since I was a little kid, I have been
proud to be seen with her in public. She always had men chasing after
her, but she always told me I was her "Main Man." Even when she
married Jack, she reassured me by telling me that no matter what
happened in the future, I would always be her "Main Man." That made me
feel very safe, and very special.
My Mom really is very beautiful, though. You would think so too, if
you were lucky enough to see her. She has jet black hair, bright blue
eyes, a very pretty face, and a body to die for. She is tall -- about
5'7" -- and she has a swimmers body. She looks like a swimmer, because
she was a swimmer. She went to college on a swimming scholarship and
came within a fraction of a second of making the U.S. Olympic team when
she was 18 years old. Mom has broad shoulders, triangular back with
strong muscles, narrow waist and hips, and beautiful, long legs. And
she has a set of the most beautifully shaped 36D tits you have ever
seen! She stops traffic when we walk downtown, and she looks
incredible in a bathing suit.
Even if she weren't so beautiful, my Mom would still be the best Mom in
the whole world. She has always encouraged me, and supported me, and
given me all the things I needed to be a successful, well-adjusted
kid. Most of my friends' parents have been through divorces, too, so I
see a lot of screwed-up family situations. Whenever I see those, I
realize how lucky I am to have my Mom.
Jack, my stepfather, is an okay guy. I like him a lot. He is good to
Mom and I, and he tries to be a surrogate father to me in the best way --
always there if I need him to talk business or `guy stuff,' but not
intrusive. He and Mom agreed very early that he would raise his
daughter Kim and Mom would raise me. They have both stuck to that --
both supporting the other's child, but not interfering with the
biological parent. It's worked well.
One thing about Jack, though, is that he is awfully serious. He is
really wrapped up in his business dealings, works 60-80 hours a week,
and eats, drinks, and sleeps business. Jack was a mid-manager with a
major insurance company here in Jacksonville until the company was sold
and he was "down-sized." He got a real good severance package, though,
so we were fine financially. Jack and his partner now have their own
consulting company, and he makes twice what he was making working for
just one company. Of course, he still works a terrible number of hours
and is constantly traveling.
Kim, my stepsister, is a real treat. Kim is five years older than me,
so she was a junior in high school when my Mom and her Dad got
married. We were both scared to death of each other at first, but
now we are best friends. We kinda grew up together, and it was so
great having a big sister as I was going through all the uncertainty
and difficulties of puberty. As a matter of fact, when she went off to
college, I was devastated until we set up a system of communicating
almost daily by email. We have become so close that there is almost
nothing we wouldn't tell each other, and no problem too big or too
small for us to help each other with. We have shared a lot about boy-
girl relationships, and I think it has helped both of us a lot.
Kim is also a fox. She is not quite as pretty as my Mom, but she is a
great looking babe! Great body, real pretty face, and an amazing
dancer! I know all about her sex life, and she is helping me try to
discover one! Kim has a normal, healthy sex life. She is still
learning, but she is an eager student. She's not a nympho or anything,
but she's not shy about sex, or afraid to try new things. She's 100%
straight, but she likes to watch lesbian movies and stuff. Kim's just
cool!
The Cruise - Chapter One
Sunday -- Port of Miami
Now that you know us, our story begins in June of my fourteenth year;
I'll be 15 in August. Kim is 19, and has just returned home for the
summer after her freshman year at the University of Alabama. (Roll
Tide!!) Jack is 44, and had just been laid off by the insurance
company in April. Mom is 37, and being a school- teacher, is off for
the summer.
With one kid in college, another getting ready for college, and the
primary breadwinner just laid off, you would think it would be kind of
a down, low-profile, summer. But actually, even after Jack got laid
off, Mom was able to convince him to take a break from work and take
all of us on a cruise. It really wasn't a big deal financially,
because cruises are so cheap and Jack had gotten a big lump-sum payout
when he left. Plus, he had a consulting contract with his old
employer, so he knew he would have at least some steady income as he
built his business up.
Jack's partner, Paul Lancaster, was in the same situation, so he and
his family decided to accompany us on the cruise. That was Paul (41),
his wife Brenda (37, like my Mom), and their daughter Cassie.
I had always called Brenda "Mrs. Lancaster," and she had been my mom's
best friend as long as I could remember. For the longest time, I never
thought of Brenda in any other terms, but as I stumbled through
puberty, I started to notice that she was almost as pretty as my Mom.
I also noticed that although she was just a little bit on the chunky
side, Brenda's tits were even bigger and fuller than my Mom's.
Cassie was 15 and untouchably hot! She had one of those incredibly
delicious 15 year-old budding bodies that we all love so much. Not
fully developed, but it made my cock hard just to look at her. I would
have done anything to get in Cassie's pants! I hadn't been in anyone's
pants yet, but I had a pretty good idea what to do from my discussions
with Kim, and I was seriously in lust with Cassie.
Of course, to Cassie, I was just a 14 year-old. She was a
sophisticated 15 year-old and couldn't possibly be bothered with anyone
younger than 17. She dated a little, but didn't have a steady
boyfriend, so I hoped that the fun, relaxation, friendship, and romance
of the week-long cruise would work its magic on this tasty morsel and
somehow lead her to my bed. I was dreaming, of course.
The cruise was leaving from Miami on a Sunday. It would go first to
Cancun, Mexico, then to Jamaica, then to Grand Cayman Island, then to a
private island owned by the cruise line in the Bahamas, and finally
back to Miami the following Sunday morning. This was my first cruise,
but I had done a lot of reading and knew what to expect. There was non-
stop food and drink on board the ship, with a lot of entertainment and
activities. On shore, there was beach stuff at each stop and some
special attractions, also.
For example, the one thing everybody was looking forward to was
swimming with the stingrays at Stingray City on Grand Cayman. That
really looked cool, and you didn't have to be a scuba diver to do it!
The water was only a few feet deep, so you could just snorkle.
At the first stop, though, there were several choices. Kim and Cassie
wanted to shop in Cancun, and hang on the beach. Mom, Brenda and I
wanted to take a bus excursion to Chichen Itza, the famous Mayan
ruins. Jack and Paul couldn't care less. Neither of them really
wanted to go on the cruise anyway, they just couldn't think of a way
out.
Well, as luck would have it, Jack did think of a way out. One week
before we were to drive to Miami, Jack got a consulting gig that would
last for two weeks, at least. It was in Omaha, Nebraska. C-ya Jack!
Send a postcard; we'll do the same.
Unfortunately, that created a problem. We had already paid in full for
the cruise, and there were no refunds. Kim wanted to bring her
boyfriend from college, but Jack said no. He suggested that either I
or Cassie invite a friend. However, neither my best friend nor
Cassie's could go. That left nobody else available but Tony, Kim's
boyfriend.
So a decision was made that Tony and I would room together on A Deck,
Mom and Kim would room together on the Promenade Deck, Paul and Brenda
would have their cabin on A Deck about 4 doors from Tony and I, and
Cassie would have her own cabin, also on A Deck. Cassie's cabin was at
the other end (we were toward the front of the ship, Cassie was toward
the rear of the ship) and on the opposite side of the ship from mine
and her parents.
I loved this arrangement, for obvious reasons. I was very cool with my
stepsister, and if she could help me weasel my way into Cassie's bed,
she and Tony could have mine! We both trusted each other, and knew
that neither would tell. Plus, Mom would probably be okay with it
anyway, because she knew that Kim and Tony had been having sex for
several months.
So we drove to Miami in two mini-vans and set sail on our great
adventure! The weather was perfect that Sunday morning and the drive
was easy. But it didn't take me long to realize that Tony was an
asshole, and I didn't like him. Not only was he arrogant to me and
rude to Kim, but he was flirty with Mom -- trying to hit on her, like he
was taking Jack's place on the cruise in every sense. Mom wasn't rude,
but she ignored him. She had been hit on by much more attractive men
for years. She told me at a rest stop that I was in for a long
week "...with that moron." We had a good laugh.
I had never been to Miami before and I was really surprised how pretty
it was. Everything was bright and new and clean. And the port was
incredible! There must have been a dozen huge cruise ships lined up at
the docks, all in a row! Our ship, The Caribbean Legend, carried 1,500
passengers and more than 1,000 crew members! It was a floating
palace! I have never seen a building as beautiful as this ship was,
and it was not the biggest ship there. We were gonna like this trip!
At about 4 PM, all of the cruise ships sailed out of the harbor in a
line, with more than 10,000 passengers on board, and dozens of steel
bands playing island music! Sailboats from Miami glided by as we went
out the narrow harbor entrance, shouting wishes of "good luck"
and "Bon Voyage!" Wow! What a majestic sight. It was hard to believe
that this sight is repeated each Saturday and Sunday afternoon, 52
weeks a year. I'm not going to detail life on a cruise ship, because
that is not the point of this story. But if you ever get a chance to
take one, don't miss it.
Monday -- Cancun, Mexico
By the time we arrived at Cancun on Monday morning, we had all decided
what we would do. Paul, Cassie, Kim and Tony were going to stay in
Cancun for shopping and the beach. Brenda, Mom and I would immediately
board a bus for the trip to Chichen Itza, returning just prior to the
ship sailing at 6 PM. We all suspected that Kim and Tony would slip
back to the ship a little early, but no one said anything.
We docked promptly at 8 AM, and by 8:15, we were underway to the
ruins. It was a long ride, over narrow two-lane Mexican roads, but the
bus was very comfortable. The bus had sets of seats facing each other,
two seats with a table in the middle and two seats on the other side --
sort of like a card table with reclining bus seats. Very comfortable,
and it allowed you to converse with your traveling companions easily.
I sat next to Mom and Brenda sat across from her. The seat next to
Brenda was empty.
We had dressed very lightly because of the Mexican summer heat -- the
temperature was over 100 by early afternoon -- so I had the pleasure of
escorting two very lovely, beautifully-built young women who were
somewhat scantily- dressed. Both women had on light shorts. Mom wore
a halter top under a very light cotton shirt. Brenda had just a light
white cotton shirt over a bra. I had on a pair of baggy shorts and a
tee shirt. It was a little chilly on the air-conditioned bus, but we
would be thankful later that we had dressed lightly.
Chichen Itza is a magnificent ruin site, consisting of dozens of ruins
spread over a large area. The guide took us on a thorough tour of the
site, and then we had about an hour and a half on our own.
One of the stops on the guided tour was a deep pit-like lake into which
the ancient Mayans threw virgins as a sacrifices to the gods. Brenda
had consumed a couple of Corona's in the bus, and had loosened up a
bit. She asked me if I was scared to be in a spot where virgins were
sacrificed, basically asking if I was a virgin. I told her no...that
only female virgins were sacrificed.
She and Mom laughed, but I heard her tell Mom that she bet I wouldn't
be a virgin for long. When Mom asked why, Brenda said, "Haven't you
noticed what he's packing in those shorts, Hon? Your little boy is
hung better than my husband! Some little cutie is going to notice
pretty soon and want to get some of that!"
Mom laughed, but I noticed her looking at my crotch quite a bit all
afternoon. The fact of the matter, as I later learned from Mom, is
that my biological father had been hung like a horse, and I am blessed
with that trait of his. I was only fourteen at this time, but my dick
was well over seven inches, even back then. And the way I was dressed
that day, with baggy shorts and boxers underneath, my big virgin boy-
cock was free to flop around quite noticeably.
By the time we finished the guided tour and struck out on our own, we
were all sweating profusely. We had been cautioned not to drink local
water, so we went back to the bus for water, cokes, and in Brenda's
case, more beer. We also hit the bathrooms on the bus, and when Brenda
came out, she had shed her bra! I couldn't actually see her tits, but
the outlines were plainly visible, and they jiggled deliciously as she
moved. The nipples were also easy to make out where they poked the
fabric of Brenda's thin blouse. Mom protested a little, but basically
just laughed at her happy friend. But Mom realized the sensibility
of Brenda's idea and removed her blouse too, so now she just had the
halter top covering her beautiful tits.
Then back to the site for our big adventure!
Chichen Itza has one temple that is really dramatic. The centerpiece
of the site, it is a Mayan pyramid, constructed like a steep four-sided
staircase, towering more than 100 feet above the other ruins. I can't
remember the name of this pyramid, but it is spectacular. And it just
dares you to climb it...which we did.
The climb up is very steep, but it is kind of like climbing a real long
ladder. Except for the heat, it would not be so bad. There are some
chains you can hold on to, but you don't really need them. It's a long
way up, though, and by the time you get there, you are tired and out of
breath.
Brenda had led the way, eagerly charging up the lower part, getting out
of breath and slowing down halfway. Mom and I followed at a more
sensible pace. We caught up to Brenda just before the top, actually
having to stop several times as our exhausted and overheated friend
crawled upward. Mom told me to stay right behind Brenda in case she
stumbled. A few steps from the top, we all stopped to take our first
look at the view.
I had spent the entire climb looking up at Brenda's nice ass struggling
upward, or looking down between my legs and behind me to check on Mom's
progress. The sight above was pretty good, but my Mom was a delight to
look at. She was covered with sweat, breathing heavily from the
exertion, and the sight of her luscious tits rolling around in the
halter top was really great! I also noted that she was always looking
up at me, and if I didn't know better, I would swear that she was
trying to look up my baggy shorts at my cock. Just seeing her tits
swaying and wondering whether she was really trying to see my cock
caused the beginning of an erection. I was embarrassed, but there was
nothing I could do about it except try not to look down at Mom.
As we stopped and looked around, we got our first inkling of how high
we had climbed! We were really up in the air, probably more than 200
feet! We were tired and dizzy from the climb. We all hung on to the
chain and rested for a second.
At Mom's suggestion, I went ahead to the top of the pyramid first. The
top was flat and level, covered by a stone roof, partially divided by
walls, and had four large openings, one in each direction of the
compass. Once my head stopped spinning, the view was spectacular. The
one thing I noticed was that, although many started up the face of this
pyramid, not many made it to the top. There were only two other people
there resting, and they got up and started back down as soon as I
arrived at the summit. Brenda, Mom, and I were alone at the top.
"The view up here is incredible! Come on up, you guys!" I called to
the women.
"Jason, you'd better help me up. I'm pretty woozy!" Brenda said.
"Yeah, go ahead and get Brenda up there and settled down, and then come
back for me," Mom said. She was enjoying the view and taking pictures.
So I gave Brenda my hand to steady her as she stepped up to the top
level of the pyramid. Mom couldn't see it, but Brenda's blouse was now
completely soaked with sweat. It was virtually transparent. She saw
me looking and gave me a big smile. I quickly showed Brenda around the
small platform in the sky, and walked her over to one portion of the
top level that was shaded from the afternoon sun. She was wobbly and
clung to my hand the whole time.
When we got to the shaded quadrant of the pyramid, there was a wall
between us and Mom, so we were completely out of sight. Brenda took a
picture of me there, and then asked me to take a couple of her. She
had one of those new digital cameras that stores images on a floppy
instead of film, but it works pretty much like a regular camera. So I
took one picture of her beaming on top of this ancient pyramid with the
world falling away from her in the background. It was quite a picture,
if I must say so myself. Her tits were very prominent, with the thin,
sweat- soaked blouse clinging to every curve. And her nipples were
hard and protruding clearly in the picture. We looked at the picture
on the viewing screen and the only comment Brenda made was that her
hair was a mess.
Before I went back for Mom, Brenda wanted one more picture. As I lined
up the shot, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. She then
crossed her arms in front of her, under her massive bare tits, cradling
them together and lifting them beautifully.
"Brenda!" I whispered.
"Shoot it, quick!" she replied. I did.
"C'mon, Brenda! Cover up!" I whispered as I returned the camera to her.
"I was hoping for a compliment, or some drooling, or something!
Not `cover up!" Brenda teased. "Whatsamatter, big boy? Don't like
what you see?"
Brenda was drunk, or her brain was fried from the heat, or something.
I only knew that I had to get her dressed as soon as possible.
"I'm sorry. I just don't want Mom to get mad."
"But do you like, then?"
"Yes...I like. But you are gonna get us in trouble."
"Okay, Tiger. Some other time, maybe."
"Okay, okay, just cover up!"
"Okay, Jason...but remember, if you want a copy of this picture, or if
you ever want to see my titties again, you just let me know. OK?"
I said OK, and quickly returned to where Mom waited patiently. My cock
was swelling now, and I knew it was going to be noticed. Oh well,
nothing I could do about that. I would just have to endure some ball-
busting from Mom, and from Kim later if Mom told her.
"My God, Jason! I was afraid you had abandoned me! What have you two
been doing?" Mom asked. She was smiling, though. She could see the
outline of my growing hardon in the loose shorts.
"Sorry, Mom," I answered. "Brenda was just overheated and dizzy. I
took her to a shady area and had to stay with her for a minute."
"Uh huh. And is that why you are sporting that boner, darling son-of-
mine?"
"Aw, Mom. I'm sorry. I can't help it." I knew this ball busting was
going to be brutal, but all in good fun.
"Why, do you think Brenda's hot? Does she excite you?"
"Well, Mom, first of all, I watched YOU all the way up." That was a
pretty spectacular sight!" Mom's face brightened when I complimented
her. "But when you see Brenda, you will understand better. You are
both very hot, and I'm not talking about the weather!"
"Well, sweetheart, I am happily surprised that you consider your broken-
down old mother `hot,' and I'm glad you find Brenda attractive, too,"
Mom replied. "You should tell Brenda she is attractive. It would
mean a lot to her, especially coming from you. Brenda's going through
a rough time."
"Mom, I know we are just kidding around, but don't ever think you
are `broken- down!'" I said. "You are very beautiful...and very sexy!
You are very, very hot!"
Then, Mom did a funny thing. She blushed. "Thanks, sweetie. It's
been a while since anyone has told me I'm `hot.'"
"Well, you are Mom, no BS! You are the sexiest woman I know." I was
really surprised at my mother's comments. I knew Jack was all
business, but Damn, he better wake up and smell the roses! "And you
can tell Brenda for me that I think she is the second-sexiest woman I
know."
"Well, Jason, you're cute but you have a lot to learn." Mom was half-
teasing, half serious. "First of all, never send someone else to tell a
woman anything. Tell her yourself. And secondly, no woman will ever
be happy to learn that she is number two on your list. So, tell her
she's sexy, tell her she's spectacular, tell her you dream about her
every night, tell her she drives you crazy, tell her you can't live
without her...but for God's sake, don't tell her she's second best!"
"Okay, Mom. Brenda has a spectacular body, she's very sexy." I
laughed. "But just between you and I, YOU are the sexiest woman on the
planet! YOU are the kind of woman I dream about at night (I didn't
dare tell her she was exactly THE woman I dreamed about). I wish I
could show you how very sexy I think you are!"
"Careful, sweetie. This is your mother you're talking to...and I'm a
very lonely, abandoned, and vulnerable woman this week. So be careful
what you wish for. I've been watching you all the way up this damn
pyramid, too! And I have to tell you -- you are quite a sight!"
"What do you mean, Mom?" I said, playing dumb, which I usually do
rather well.
"You may be a boy still, but you are developing into a beautiful young
man...physically as well as personally." Mom said quietly. "I don't
know how much you check out other young men in PE at school, but you
are quite well- endowed. Brenda and I were admiring you earlier."
"You were admiring me?" I said, again playing dumb.
"Yes, admiring you, Jason. We were admiring the size of your penis.
Do I have to spell it out for you?"
"Well, yeah Mom. Go on...explain it to me some more..." I was
laughing.
"You cocky little son-of-a-bitch!" Mom stepped up to the top level and
tried to punch me in the stomach in jest, but I blocked the punch and
grabbed her.
Stepping up quickly made Mom dizzy, and she gasped, "Ohhh!" and almost
fainted. I held her close.
"You okay, Mom?" I was alarmed.
"Yes, I'm okay now. Just a little woozy from the climb. Thanks."
I let her go, still holding her elbow to steady her. Then I began to
lead her to the shady area where Brenda awaited. As I did, Mom hugged
me from behind, pressing her beautiful tits into my back and whispered
in my ear, "Thanks for the nice compliments, and I do mean what I said
about you, sexy boy! And, really...if you think Brenda is sexy, tell
her. She really needs to hear things like that right now."
I'd like to be able to report that Brenda kept our pictures a secret,
but of course, she didn't. As soon as she saw my Mom, she showed them
to her. Mom laughed and said it was no wonder I got a hardon. Brenda
loved hearing she had made me hard, hugging both me and Mom. We took
some more pictures, all completely clothed of course, and then started
back down.
I'd also like to be able to report that I only climbed that damn
pyramid once in the blistering Mexican sun, but alas, that's not true
either. You see, climbing DOWN this pyramid is more like skydiving
than climbing. It looks and feels steep going up. Going down, it
looks and feels like falling off the face of the earth. It is really
dangerous! The trip down is what they strung the chains for. So, I
had to make a trip down with Brenda, then climb back up, and make
another trip down helping Mom.
On the way down, Brenda -- who was feeling pretty froggy by now --
convinced me to take her digital camera back up and try to convince Mom
to let me photograph her tits. Maybe my brain was boiled by the heat,
maybe my hormones were just raging...I don't know. But I agreed to do
it.
I have to admit the thought of being able to photograph my Mom's
marvelous tits made the climb back up easy. By the time I arrived, I
had a huge hardon. When Mom say the camera, and my hardon, she
immediately broke into laughter.
"My goodness, Jason! What in the world have you been thinking about as
you climbed up to your loving mother with a digital camera in your
hand?"
"Uh...well, actually, Mom....uh" I couldn't get it out.
"Let me guess? Brenda and you decided it would be a good time for you
to take a picture of your `broken-down old mother's' tits? Am I
right?" She was laughing hard.
"Well...yeah. That's what Brenda suggested. It was her idea."
"Her idea? You're the one who carried the camera all the way back up
here. You're the one who wants to take the picture. You DO want to
take the picture, don't you?"
"Well, yeah Mom. I guess." I was stammering, scared, defensive.
"No Jason. No." Mom was firm.
"Okay, Mom. I'm sorry. I guess I just got carried away." I felt like
crying, not from disappointment, but because I had been so stupid.
Mom looked through my eyes and saw the feeling in my heart. "Jason,
Jason...it's okay. I'm not mad. I'm very flattered. I'm not going to
let you photograph me here...it's not the right time or place. But if
you really think I'm the sexiest woman on the planet, like you said
earlier, I would love to have you look at my breasts. But someplace
where we are safe...and where we can take time to enjoy the moment
together. I'd like to look at you, too...although to be honest, I'm
afraid to. But not here. Not now. Okay?"
"Okay, Mom." And I hugged her. Tight. God, she felt good!
At that instant, three college-aged guys bounded up the last few steps
and onto the top level of the Chichen Itza pyramid. They had raced to
the top. They didn't see us hugging, and we started back down...me
first, Mom coming behind me.
When we got almost to the bottom, I stopped for a brief rest. It was
easy, but dangerous, going down and we really didn't need to stop. But
I had a question.
"Mom...You said you'd like to look at me, but you were afraid to. What
did you mean by that? You know I would never do anything to harm you."
"I know, Jason." She paused for several seconds, choosing her words
carefully, the way she always did before launching into important
topics. "We have always been very honest with each other, and I'm
going to be very honest with you now. You know I love you soooo
much...I always have. But, just today, I have seen that my beautiful
son is no longer a little boy. You are growing into manhood, and you
are already quite a nice specimen. It's me -- not you -- that I'm afraid
of. I don't want to get into a discussion of this, but for a lot of
reasons I'm very vulnerable right now. I'm afraid if I really see you --
as a man, no longer as my boy, my son -- I may not be able to control
myself."
"God, Mom, I had no idea! But, now that we're being painfully honest,
you know what? I'm afraid I might be able to control myself either.
The thought of seeing you naked really excites me! I'd probably lose
it right there!"
"Me too, Jason. The thought of seeing you really gets my juices
going. We have to be very careful, Jason. This is very dangerous,
powerful stuff."
"I know Mom. I know. We'd better be cool. As much as I'd love to see
you, as much as I'd love to touch you, we'd better avoid those
situations."
"Deal, Tiger! Mom and Jason are cool! They will refrain from looking
at or touching each others bodies...no matter how much they both want
to! Right?"
"Right, Mom." I had a touch of disappointment, but a larger touch of
relief, as we made this agreement. And then, as I thought about it
more, I got a large dose of sexual excitement from this moment. My
God, my Mom wanted me! And I wanted her! This was wildly exciting!
We finished the climb and scrambled back to the bus with Brenda. On
the long ride back to the ship, when Brenda went to the bathroom, Mom
spoke to me quietly again.
"Jason, remember what I said about Brenda. She really does need to
hear nice things from people she cares about. Don't make things up,
but if you think nice thoughts about her, don't keep them a secret. I
can't go into any detail, but she really needs positive attention right
now."
A few minutes later, when Brenda returned, it was my Mom's turn to
visit the bathroom. I spoke to Brenda.
"Brenda, could I look at the pictures again, please."
"Why, sure, Jason!" Brenda's eyes were shining. As I looked at the
pictures, she quietly asked, "So...tell me the truth, Jason. What do
you REALLY think?"
"What I REALLY think is that you are hot! You have a great figure...I
could look at you for hours. But even better, I like your playful
attitude. I'm just a kid, but if I were a little older, you wouldn't
be safe from me." I surprised myself. And I was just a little proud
of myself, especially when I saw Brenda beaming with delight. Every
word I had said was the truth.
"Oh...I don't know, Jason. I think you are plenty old enough. You are
very handsome, big and strong. You are better looking than a lot of
grown men."
"That's nice of you to say, Brenda, but I'm still a kid...and a
virgin. I can look and appreciate, but I don't know much about sex." I
replied quietly.
Brenda got very serious, but her eyes burned with excitement, "Well
then, I'll be your tour guide. Any time you want to see me again...or
ask any questions... you let me know. I mean it. You may be a virgin
now, but you are a very attractive, sexy young man." Brenda paused,
noticing that Mom was just exiting the restroom and returning to join
us.
"I'm very serious, Jason. Please come to me if there is anything I can
show you, or do for you. I know you and your Mom are very close, but
there are a lot of things Betsy can't tell you or show you. It would
be against the law, for one thing. Come to me for those things."
Holy Shit, I thought! This has been some day. I have had not one, but
two, beautiful, sexy women express their desire for me. I don't even
know how to fuck, yet, and they are both hot for me! Damn! This is
gonna be some cruise!
When Mom returned, Brenda asked a question, "Bets...can I ask a favor?
Can I sit next to the hunk on the trip back? He just paid me the
nicest compliment! And, I've had one too many Coronas, so I'd like to
sleep with my head on his shoulder on the way back."
"Sure, Brenda. Just be gentle...he's young and tender." Mom was
mostly kidding, but not entirely.
Brenda and Mom switched seats and Brenda snuggled in next to my arm.
She hooked her right arm under my left arm, which pressed her right tit
(still unfettered by a bra) into my bicep. She felt soft and warm and
wonderful. She hugged my arm, pressing it deliberately into her big
tit and said, "Oh, yummy! Such a sweet, strong young man!" Brenda
then adjusted a light blanket over us, covering both of us from the
neck down to provide warmth in the air-conditioned bus. She gave me a
little kiss on the cheek, laid her head on my shoulder, and closed her
eyes.
Mom looked at me, smiling. She nodded almost imperceptibly, as if to
say "Thank you." She closed her eyes, and I closed mine.
There was no way I was going to go to sleep, of course. Not with this
voluptuous woman, who had already shown me her tits and practically
invited me to fuck her, snuggled into my arm! And Brenda, although she
kept her eyes tightly closed, was not sleeping either. Every few
minutes she adjusted her position, each time rubbing my arm with her
tit.
Because of the table between the seats, the blanket Brenda had spread
over us, and the fact that all three of us had our chairs somewhat
reclined, even if she had her eyes open, Mom would not have been able
to see anything but our heads. Brenda, of course, knew that. So,
after my Mom appeared to be asleep for a few minutes, Brenda adjusted
her position slightly and reached under the blanket with her left hand
and began to tenderly rub my soft cock through my shorts.
Ohmygod! What a feeling! My big cock sprung to attention. I reached
over with my right hand and gently caressed Brenda's magnificent
breasts. Without hesitation, she silently unbuttoned her blouse and
pulled the thin cotton away, so I could feel the bare skin of her
beautiful tits. As I softly stroked them, the nipples gradually
hardened. She continued to gently rub my cock through my shorts.
Then Brenda began feeling around the fly of my shorts and was delighted
to find that they were button-up shorts, not zippered. She deftly
unbuttoned my shorts and reached in to take my now ecstatic cock in her
hand! I had never had a woman touch my cock before! The most I had
ever done was a little dry humping with the neighborhood bimbo, but
even she would not let me really feel her tits, much less touch my cock!
I was dying for Brenda to jack me off, but she was much too smart for
that. She just gave me another tender kiss on the cheek, and
said, "Let's just go to sleep now, Jason." She knew if we didn't stop,
we were going to make enough of a ruckus to wake up my Mom.
So we both went to sleep -- me with her beautiful tit in my hand, and
Brenda with my wilting cock in her hand. It was beautiful.
As the big tour bus rolled into the outskirts of Cancun, Brenda
adroitly re- buttoned my shorts and her blouse. We each gave each
other one last squeeze, then took the blanket off, and set the chairs
upright.
A couple of minutes later, Mom awoke from a sound sleep. It had been
quite a day, this first day of our cruise!
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