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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 2
By Jason Bradford
Monday night -- at sea, en route to Jamaica
When we returned to the cruise ship, we compared notes with our fellow
travelers over dinner. Except for Tony. Tony had gotten drunk in
Cancun on some local specialty drink, and was sound asleep in our
cabin. Brenda and Mom treated everyone to tales of our great adventure
at Chichen Itza. Brenda scared the shit out of me by pulling out her
camera and showing pictures she had taken. Fortunately though, she had
transferred the pictures of her tits to another disk.
After dinner, my stepsister Kim, Brenda's foxy daughter Cassie and I
went to the ships disco for awhile and then joined our parents in the
main ballroom for the 9PM stage show. When the show was over, Paul
returned to his cabin without even asking Brenda what she wanted to
do. Kim and Cassie returned to the disco, leaving me with Mom and
Brenda. After a while, I excused myself and returned to my cabin, only
to find Tony puking in the toilet again. So I returned to the
ballroom.
I was surprised to see that both Mom and Brenda were dancing when I
returned. Neither of them seemed to be really interested in the men;
they were just having fun. The men, on the other hand, were in heat.
All of them were hitting hard on the two beautiful, seemingly single
women. It wasn't working, of course.
Mom introduced me to the guys as her "Main Man." I was beaming. And
Brenda told them that I was her "Main Man" too. She beamed again when
I agreed and gave her a big hug. The guys saw this was hopeless, so
they gave up and went looking for more available women.
Mom made me dance with her whenever there was a slow song, mostly to
keep the men away. Actually, I was used to dancing with her, and I
liked it, so it wasn't bad. We were careful not to get too close, and
Mom reminded me to "be cool." That expression was becoming our secret
password.
As the evening progressed, Brenda drank more and danced less,
frequently declining invitations to dance. Finally, the band played a
slow saxophone song that I didn't know. But Brenda knew it --
"Ohmygod, `Europa!!' she squealed. Brenda insisted that she wanted to
enjoy "...the sexiest song I know...with the sexiest young man I
know." Me!
It was a pretty good song, made popular by some guy named Gato
Barbieri, and if you're in a sexy mood, I guess it is great to dance
to. I was mostly tired, and Brenda was mostly drunk by now, so the
song seemed to last forever. Brenda was rubbing herself all over my
body, clutching me close to her, blowing in my ear, really putting on a
show. Mom was a little upset. By the time we finished dancing, I had
a raging hardon and Brenda was doing everything but raping me on the
dance floor.
The band played another slow song, but fortunately Mom saved me. She
insisted that this was the last dance for the evening, and claimed her
right to share it with her "Main Man." As we danced, I noticed Brenda
turn down one man after another as she sat sipping the last of her
drink. She smiled and blew me a kiss.
Mom's body felt wonderful during that dance. Possibly aroused by
Brenda, Mom did not stay away from me this time. Instead, she held me
close, pressing into me with both her breasts and pelvic area. She
could feel my raging hardon, and rubbed herself against me gently. "Oh
God, you feel good, Jason! You feel SO good!"
First I get mauled by Brenda, now my Mom is almost dry-humping me on
the dance floor! I was about to cum in my pants! Finally,
reluctantly, I reminded Mom of the need to "be cool." It was hard for
both of us to agree, but we did. I walked off the dance floor with the
biggest hardon I had ever had. I was thankful the ballroom was dark so
my problem would not be noticed (except by Mom and Brenda, of course).
As we left the ballroom, Brenda suggested -- due to the way the cabins
were situated (Mom's on this deck and mine and Brenda's one deck
lower) -- that we walk Mom to her cabin first, and then I could walk
Brenda to her cabin on the way to mine. It made perfect sense to
everyone but Mom, who was much too smart for that. She insisted that
the gallant young man (and his Mother) should first walk Brenda to her
cabin, and then I was to walk Mom to hers. Brenda protested, but Mom
was adamant.
So we walked Brenda to her cabin. As we said goodnight, Brenda grabbed
me forcefully and gave me a big hug and a kiss full on the lips! She
was even trying to give me some tongue, but Mom stopped it by snapping
at her. "Brenda, for God's sake, let him go!" Now, Mom was really
pissed! Brenda blubbered an apology and went into her cabin on the
verge of tears.
As I walked Mom back upstairs to her cabin, neither of us spoke.
Finally, I tried to offer an apology, but Mom blew it off, saying
Brenda just gets crazy when she is drunk. Then she broke the tension
by telling me she could tell I enjoyed the kiss, despite my protests.
(My perpetual hardon was very evident)
Then, she gently took me in her arms and gave me a very tender kiss on
the lips. Nothing like Brenda's lusty kiss -- very soft and sweet. But
with her breasts pressed into my chest, and my rock-hard cock snuggling
into her crotch, it was a kiss to remember. It definitely was not a
mother-son kiss! Then, Mom said simply, "Goodnight, my gallant
prince. Sleep well."
I would, but I had some serious jacking off to do first!
I returned to my cabin and was relieved to see Tony snoring loudly in
his bed. But the toilet smelled like a sewer; Tony had puke puked all
over the floor. I called room service and asked them to bring some
towels, but instead they sent a janitor who cleaned up the whole mess
and deodorized the cabin. Tony slept through the whole thing. I gave
the janitor a $20 tip.
The janitor thanked me and told me that there was a message on my
phone, pointing out the blinking light and giving me instructions on
how to retrieve the message. I figured it was Kim leaving a message
for Tony, but I was wrong. It was Brenda.
"Hi Jason! It's Brenda, honey. I need help with something. Could you
please call me when you get in. Just let the phone ring one time and
then hang up, so you don't wake Paul. I'll call you right back."
I called Brenda's cabin, but instead of following her plan, Brenda
answered on the first ring. She said she couldn't talk, but wanted me
to do her a favor without asking a bunch of questions. She wanted me
to go up to the disco and see if Kim and Cassie were still there. If
so, I was to find out how long they would be dancing and call her back.
It was pretty strange, but I agreed, wondering why she was spying on
the girls.
It was now about Midnight. I went to the disco and found Kim and
Cassie. They had run into a bunch of college kids and were having a
great time. I told them everybody else was back in their cabins and
that I was headed for mine. As cautiously as I could, I asked how long
they were going to be out. They told me they would probably stay out
until the disco closed at 4 AM. Kim also said she would sleep in
Cassie's room, rather than wake Mom, and asked that I tell Tony and Mom
in the morning. I agreed and left. Cassie was obsessed with a college
guy, but Kim gave me a weird look, like she didn't understand what I
was doing. She didn't ask any questions, but I knew she was going to
want an explanation later.
I returned to my cabin and called Brenda. One ring, no answer. I hung
up. Brenda called right back, took the information, thanked me
perfunctorily, and hung up. A couple of minutes later, just as I was
starting to undress, I heard a soft knock at the door. I opened it and
discovered a steward standing there with an envelope in his hand.
"Master Jason?" He seemed surprised by something.
"Yes?"
"For you, sir," he said as he handed me the envelope. As I reached
into my pocket for a tip, he said, with just a hint of a smile on his
face, "The lady has already taken care of the tip, sir. Good night."
I opened the envelope and found a cabin key and a note: "`Main
Man'...please join me in Cassie's room. I need to talk to you...B."
It was from Brenda! This was getting weirder by the minute!
I walked down my corridor to the middle of the ship, crossed at the
elevator lobby, and then took the corridor on the other side of the
ship to Cassie's room. I tapped gently on the door.
"Yes...?" I heard Brenda's voice.
"It's me," I whispered.
Brenda opened the door. She was wearing a floor length red satin robe
and slippers. Her hair, which had been up earlier when she wore an
evening dress to dinner and dancing, was down, flowing softly over her
shoulders. She still had her makeup on. "Come in, Jason," she invited.
I started to ask what this was about, but lost my nerve again.
Instead, I simply nodded and stepped into Cassie's cabin. Brenda
closed and locked the door behind us.
"Jason...I called you here to apologize. I'm sorry for the way I acted
today. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I tried to go to sleep and
forget it, but I just had to talk to you first." She was near tears
again.
I mumbled something about it being all right, but it was clear that she
had embarrassed me. Brenda was determined to get to the bottom of this
problem, so she went over all of the events of the day, citing what
we/she had done and asking why each episode embarrassed me. Then she
summarized everything.
"Okay, Jason...let me recap. You tell me if I have this right, okay?"
I agreed.
"At Chichen Itza, you enjoyed looking at my titties and taking my
picture. If it had just been the two of us, you would have been okay
with it, right?"
"Right."
"And on the bus ride, you enjoyed me snuggling with you, right?"
"Right."
"And, since Betsy couldn't see what was going on under the blanket, you
enjoyed me touching your cock, right?"
"Right...as long as you didn't do it enough for Mom to notice, I liked
it. I was scared that you were gonna get me off, but once I saw that
you knew not to do that, it was great."
"Great?" Brenda was smiling.
"Yeah...great."
"But, you didn't like dancing with me?"
"No, no! I LIKED dancing with you, you were just too...I don't know.
Too sexy. Mom was having a cow!"
"But if we were alone...and I danced with you like that...would you
like it?"
"Yeah, I guess so. It was a little scary, to be honest with you.
Mostly because Mom was watching, but also because I've never had a
woman do those things to me."
"Is that also how you felt when I kissed you goodnight? You were
embarrassed because your Mom was there, and also you were scared
because I was so aggressive?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I was terrified."
"But were you excited?"
"Oh God yes! I've never been as excited as I was on the bus, and when
we were dancing, and when you were kissing me! I was so excited it
scared me. I almost peed in my pants." We both laughed.
"But you liked it?"
"Hell yes I liked it! I'm not stupid, you know!"
"Well, I liked it too, Jason. I liked the look in your eyes when you
were looking at my titties. I like the feeling of your big cock in my
hand. You have a really beautiful cock, Jason. You are already bigger
than my poor husband. I like feeling your body against mine when we
dance, especially the feeling of your cock getting hard. Do you know
you affect me the same way, Jason?"
"Your cock gets hard?" I was joking, mostly out of nervousness.
"No silly. Women don't have cocks. But you make my nipples hard. And
you make me wet."
"Wet?"
"Yes, wet. When men and women get aroused, their penises and vaginas
get ready to have sex. You get a "hardon." Women excrete lubricants
which make the vagina wet and slippery, so the penis can enter us more
easily. We get wet."
"Oh." I commented brilliantly.
"Jason...You have a lot to learn." Brenda paused for a moment, deep in
thought. I could tell she was nervous. Finally, she spoke
slowly, "Jason ...don't think badly of me, but if you want me to, I'd
like to be your teacher. I want you to feel free to ask me anything,
to come to me with your questions. I won't embarrass you ever again.
Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand. It's just so fast, that's all."
"Sex happens fast, Jason, usually long before we are ready for it. I
want you to be ready. I want you to understand, to enjoy, and to
appreciate the beauty and the responsibility of sex. You won't get
much of that on the street, learning from the `big kids' who don't know
anything themselves."
"Yeah, I know."
"So...do we have a deal, or do you want this old bag to just leave you
alone?"
"You are not an old bag...you are a very sexy woman. You are the most
exciting woman I have ever met. And yes, we have a deal. I can't
think another person I would trust with this except Mom, and as we
already discussed, she can't do a lot of it."
"Okay," Brenda paused again...for a long time. "Would you like to get
started now...or have you had enough to think about for one night?"
"I don't know...I'm nervous and scared. But I really would like to see
your titties again."
Brenda glowed with love and excitement. That was exactly what she
wanted to hear -- exactly what she needed to hear. "Okay, lover. You
just make yourself comfortable in that chair, and `Aunt' Brenda will be
right back!"
I sat in an easy chair, and Brenda turned out all but one small lamp
and disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later I heard the sounds
of "Europa" softly being played on a boombox Cassie had brought on the
trip. When Brenda reappeared from the bathroom, she was breathtaking!
Brenda wore a skin-tight transparent white nylon dress. The dress left
absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was not a nightgown, it was
a short mini-dress, but you certainly could never have worn it outside
your home. One shoulder was bare, and there was a gold clasp securing
a strap over the other shoulder. I could clearly see her tits, her
nipples, her belly-button, everything! Brenda wore no bra, and
although her breasts were enormous, they were not very saggy at all.
She had the most beautiful set of tits I had ever seen -- much prettier
than anything in Hustler or Playboy. The only thing Brenda wore under
the dress was a white thong. Some of her pubic hairs were clearly
visible around the edges of the thong.
As she walked into the main part of the cabin, Brenda began swaying
gently to the sounds of the song. I hadn't noticed the music much when
we danced earlier, but now it became an anthem of sexuality. The song
varies between a moderate pace and very slow parts. In the slow parts,
Brenda moved into exaggerated positions which highlighted her
body...especially her bulging 38DD tits. It was a strip-tease without
taking any clothes off. I was spellbound. Needless to say, my cock
leapt to attention!
I stood up...I guess to dance with Brenda, but she motioned for me to
sit back down. She continued to dance around the floor alone, dipping
and swaying effortlessly to the music. She was a vision of sex like I
had never dreamed of.
As the song neared its conclusion, Brenda slowly undid the gold clasp
on her shoulder and slowly, slowly pulled the gausey nylon away from
her enormous tits, rolling it into a sort of belt around her waist.
Her magnificent breasts were completely bare!
Brenda now danced closer and closer to my chair. I was frozen in space
and time. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I just stared at
her...with the biggest hardon of my young life in my pants and my mouth
hanging wide open. Brenda was beaming with happiness. I was
appreciating her beauty, and she was loving every second of it.
As the final few notes played softly, Brenda gently caressed her huge
breasts, stroking them slowly, then massaging them more firmly, then
lightly touching, twisting and pinching her big brown nipples. Her
nipples jutted out at least a half- inch from her tits, and they were
hard as rocks. As the last note ended, Brenda sighed and stood
motionless right in front of me.
I just gawked.
"Look, Jason. Look how you have made my nipples hard," she whispered
seductively as she tweaked both nipples. "Feel them, Jason...feel my
big titties."
Suddenly, I was frozen no more. I roughly grabbed her tits with both
hands. Brenda squealed with delight and mock fear, and told me to be
gentle. She showed me how to stroke her breasts and caress her
nipples. She asked me to suck her nipples and I did. I sucked very
gently at first, but she started sighing and moaning, so I began to
suck harder.
"Oh God, Jason!!! That feels so good!" But then it was time for a
lesson. Brenda told me how her nipples get hard and swollen in
preparation for sex, and delighted me by telling me how hot I made her
feel inside.
"Are you wet? Is that the right way to say it?" I asked.
"Yes...and yes, that's the right way to say it," She
replied. "Here...let me show you." She quickly grabbed my right hand
and placed it under the see-thru dress, right on top of the thong!
Then, she told me to slide my finger under the thong and tell her what
I felt. It felt incredible! It was hot (not warm) and very wet. The
wetness was a little bit sticky, but mostly slippery. Brenda moaned
loudly when I moved my finger back and forth. (My God, I had my finger
in her pussy!!!!)
At that point, Brenda took me by the hand and moved us to the couch.
She quickly removed her thong and dropped it on the floor. As she sat
next to me, she leaned over and placed her head on my shoulder and
guided my hand back to her pussy.
"Do that some more, Jason...I want to show you something else." As I
gently stroked her pussy, she got even wetter than before. I was
making long strokes now, up and down the outer part of her pussy, not
in and out. As my finger glided across a small bulge at the top of her
vagina, Brenda gasped, "Uhhhhh!!!!" and sat upright. I was scared; I
thought I had hurt her, but she reassured me that I had not: "That's
my clitoris, Jason, the most sensitive part of my vagina. That's the
part that gets hard on a woman, but you can't see it unless you get up
close and personal."
"Oh," the diligent student said studiously.
"Would you like to get up close and personal and see my clitoris,
Jason?"
"God, yes!" I exclaimed. I had never actually seen a pussy. I'd seen
a few magazine pussies, but they were all airbrushed and didn't look
real. This was a real pussy! I could see it moving, I could see the
lubricant, I could touch it, I could even smell it! If I leaned
forward just a little, I would be able to taste it!
Brenda must have read my mind, because she stopped me before I dove
into her juicy pussy. "First things first, Jason...let's not go too
quickly with the clitoris. She deserves a lot of time and special
attention."
So, following Brenda's skillful instruction, I went back to slowly
stroking her clitoris. She encouraged me to stroke it in many ways,
from many directions, and to vary the pressure and speed. She taught
me that as she responded (by gasping, moaning, panting, talking, etc.),
I should continue with whatever technique was stimulating her the
most. She also told me it would be different every time, so it was
important to be sensitive to her response.
I had kinda figured out where this was going when Brenda informed me
that women masturbated just like men did, and that they did so by
massaging their clitorises. I was surprised to learn that women
masturbated, and I was also surprised that adults did it. I thought it
was just a kid thing.
With Brenda's encouragement, I continued stroking her clitoris, as well
as the rest of her vagina. Gradually, I could feel the urgency growing
in her. I saw the fire rise in her eyes. She was moaning, kissing me,
whispering my name, panting heavily. I knew she was gonna cum, just
like I did when I jacked off. I tried to make it last as long as I
could, but finally Brenda just exploded.
Her body jumped all over the couch, and I could feel a large flow of
fluid in the vagina. "UHHH!!! OHHHH!!! UHH! UHH! UHH! OH JASE!!!
OH BABY...I'M CUMMMMIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHH!!!! OH FUCK. OH
FUCK. OH. OH. OH. OH.
AHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........................"
When she finished cumming, which seemed to take almost a full minute of
shaking and jerking, Brenda laughed weakly, and then began crying
softly as she snuggled into my chest. I held her close, and I had
never felt so close to another human being...not even Mom. Wow!!!
We laid there for a long time on the couch, kissing softly. After
about 20 minutes, Brenda got her breath and told me what a wonderful
lover I was. At first I just thought she was being encouraging due to
my inexperience, but the look in her eyes told me she was dead serious.
"Jason...I have never cum so hard in my life. You were awesome, baby!"
And then, to my delight, Brenda informed me that it was my turn!
First she put the thong back on her sopping pussy, grinning from ear to
ear as she did so. Then she informed me that I had way too many
clothes on. I had changed into shorts, a teeshirt and sandals before
going to Cassie's cabin, but that was still too much for Brenda. She
removed my sandals, then my shirt. Then, very slowly, she removed my
Docker shorts...leaving only my boxers.
"Okay...now for the reward in our little treasure hunt! Let me see
that big cock, Jason!" Brenda gently lowered my boxers, and her eyes
went wide with appreciation when she saw my cock for the first
time. "Oh God, Jason! You are beautiful! And BIG!"
Brenda didn't waste any time with preliminaries. She went into the
bathroom and returned with some lotion, which she rubbed the entire
length of my cock. My cock was huge now, I had never seen it so big.
It was at least 7 inches! As she stroked my cock like a pro, Brenda
asked what I thought about when I masturbated. I told her women's tits.
"Like mine, Jason? Do you think about big titties like mine?" Of
course I said I did.
"And what do you think about when you cum, Jason?" I told her I just
thought about women's bodies.
"Do you ever think about cumming on their bodies, Jason? Ever think
about cumming on their tits?" I panted yes.
"How `bout their faces, Jason? Ever think about cumming in their
faces?" I said no. That seemed like kind of a strange thing to do.
(Remember I was a very inexperienced 14 year old.)
"Well now, Jason...would you like to cum on my big tits?"
"OH YEAH!!!" I exclaimed.
Then, very slowly, very sensuously, Brenda began rubbing my raging cock
between her enormous breasts. She never missed a stroke on my huge
cock as she did that. I thought I was gonna explode, but she was an
expert at this. Brenda told me to lean back against the couch and just
relax...let her do the work. As I did, she slowed the pace of her
jacking motion, but increased the pressure. I was ready to shoot!
"Come on, Jason," Brenda whispered. "Come on, baby. Nice and easy.
Yessssssss. Yesssssss. Cum on Brenda's big titties, baby. Squirt all
over Aunt Brenda!"
Brenda kept urging me on as she jacked! Finally, she picked up the
pace, and I shot the first big blob of cum across her face and into her
hair!
"Oh shit, sorry!" I exclaimed.
"No problem, sexy," Brenda replied. As she continued to jack my big
cock with one hand, she wiped some of the cum off her face with the
other hand...and licked it off her fingers! When she did that, I
started cumming for real. She quickly guided my big spurting cock back
and forth as it gushed cum all over both of her enormous breasts. She
rubbed my cock on her nipples, letting me feel their hardness.
Brenda never stopped stroking my cock. The third big blast went
straight for her face again, but this time she was ready. She opened
her mouth wide and caught a lot of it. The rest went along her cheek
and into her left ear. She laughed heartily and continued jacking.
I had never cum more than once, although I had jacked off, and then
jacked off again a short time later. But that was nothing like this!
Brenda kept me going and hosed herself thoroughly on both breasts and
her stomach with the fourth blast.
Then, Brenda took my hands and massaged all the cum into her breasts,
stomach, shoulders, and arms. When she finished, she leered sexily and
put her dress back on, right on top of all that cum!
Brenda still wasn't through with me. She knelt in front of me on the
floor and slowly, lovingly jacked me to one last climax. I wouldn't
have thought it possible, but this one was no smaller than the others.
Brenda was laughing lasciviously as she directed my cum all over the
front of her dress, and rubbed it into the see-thru material with her
hands guiding mine. It was an incredible sight.
Then, she took my exhausted cock in her loving mouth and sucked it
clean. She told me she would show me about oral sex some other time,
but she just had to taste me. And as quickly as that, the lesson was
over. I had seen my first pussy, masturbated a beautiful and sexy
woman to gratification, and received my first handjob by a woman.
Okay, my first five handjobs!
Brenda looked at the clock and realized that it was almost 2 AM. "
Better get going, sexy one. We certainly don't want to get caught
together."
She laughed as I stumbled awkwardly through getting dressed. My knees
were so weak I could hardly stand, and my hands (which had performed
with surgical precision stroking Brenda's slippery pussy) were not
working at all. It was like trying to get dressed while wearing boxing
gloves. Finally, I succeeded
Brenda told me to check myself in the mirror, which I did. She said I
should leave immediately, and she would clean up a little and then
leave when she was sure I was back in my cabin. Then she gave me a
quick inspection, kissed me tenderly on the lips, said goodnight, and
pushed me out the door into the corridor. Fortunately, the corridor
was deserted.
I took a couple of shaky strides toward the elevator lobby, but froze
when I heard the elevator chime sound and the door open. Someone was
coming. As soon as I heard the two girls giggling, I knew it was my
stepsister Kim and Brenda's daughter Cassie!
I turned and ran back down the corridor, looking for an escape! Just
past Cassie's cabin, I found another hall which crossed the ship and
connected to my corridor. I dashed down that hallway just as the girls
stepped into the corridor leading to Cassie's cabin. I was pretty sure
they hadn't seen me.
As I rounded the corner of my corridor and started running to my cabin,
I saw an open laundry room. I decided to duck in there and wait until
I was sure it was safe to continue. I stepped in the laundry room,
closed and locked the door, and turned the light off. I listened
carefully for voices, but all I could hear was my own heart pounding!
After a couple of minutes, I continued on to my cabin. Tony was still
sleeping when I arrived.
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As they left the elevator and turned the corner into the corridor to
Cassie's cabin, Kim and Cassie were giggling and discussing the boys
they had met in the disco. Cassie was a little drunk, but not too
bad. Kim had consumed a few beers, but she was sober.
Cassie didn't see anything. Kim barely noticed a movement at the far
end of the corridor, as someone ducked into the hallway connecting the
corridors which ran down each side of the ship. All she could really
see was one bare foot in a sandal, disappearing down the hallway. Of
course, Kim didn't need to see any more -- she had given those sandals
to Jason for his birthday.
That little shit was spying on them!! First he wants to know how long
they are going to be in the disco, now she sees him ducking down a
hallway! Kim briefly considered chasing Jason, but decided to confront
him the next morning and pressure the truth out of him.
Then, both girls were surprised to see Cassie's cabin door open, and
Cassie's mother, Brenda, emerge from the cabin. Brenda was wearing a
long red robe and slippers, but she did not look like she was ready for
bed. Her makeup was still on, for one thing. As they got closer, Kim
picked up a momentary look of terror in Brenda's eyes as she saw the
girls. The look changed quickly to one of thought, and then to a
broad, plastic smile.
"Oh, there you are, my little party animals! I was just looking in on
you to be sure you got back OK." Cassie accepted the explanation
without question, but Kim saw instantly that Brenda was lying. Brenda
quickly asked if they had fun, and then excused herself hurriedly,
saying she was exhausted.
(I'll bet you are, Brenda!), Kim thought. Kim knew enough about sex to
recognize the smell of cum, and cum-scent was very evident on Brenda!
Brenda had been in Cassie's room fucking somebody -- and that damn Jason
had either been spying on Brenda and her lover, or serving as their
lookout! That sneaky little shit!
Kim would get to the bottom of this little mystery tomorrow.
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