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A Dangerous Erotic Cruise by Tawny T We walked down the dock toward our boat,
three tall, blonde, well endowed, good looking women. Heads turned, men's and
women's. We appeared to be triplets. I was in the lead, and Mom and Aunt Jen
were behind me. They are twins, and Mom, and I look so much alike that we are
very often mistaken for twins ourselves. She's only 16 years older than I am,
and is very young looking. . I'm a half inch taller than the two, at just under
six feet. . All of us are the same build - built - to use the vernacular. The
bra sizes vary an inch or so, but we are all C cups. We all were wearing
identical outfits. White shorts that fit like second skins, T-shirts without
bras and deck shoes without socks. As we walked, our generous breasts moved
under the thin cloth, our nipples tenting the material. Mom always says, "If you
got it flaunt it!" We did. We all had duffel bags hung over our shoulders. We
were going on a cruise of celebration. Some might think it odd for a recent
widow to go on a cruise. If they only knew - we were celebrating. I'm sure you
read it in the papers, multi-millionaire dies in plane crash. Private jet augers
into the Rocky Mountains in a storm, all aboard killed. That was my step father,
the bastard. Some years after my Dad died, Mom had married a man who appeared to
be the catch of the century, handsome, charismatic, very rich, and attracted to
her. After the honeymoon, the verbal and physical abuse started on her, as well
as my sister Lisa and I. We are identical twins also. He tried to get my sister
and I both in bed, but we went straight to Mom, and she threatened to make the
whole thing public if he didn't stop. We were both under age at the time. After
Mom received several beatings, we took dated pictures of her numerous bruise
marks, and gave him copies. That stopped the physical side, but the mental abuse
only doubled. How she stood it, I don't know. That's why we were celebrating ,
discretely at sea - his demise. The estate settlement was in the process of
being finalized. Mom is the only heir to his vast fortune. Our boat trip was for
all apparent purposes, for us to "recover" from the "dreadful loss of a loved
one." The four of us knew better. The sleek 40 foot cabin cruiser was stocked,
fueled and ready to go to sea. We were leaving from St. Augustine to Grand Abaco
to the modest seaside house that was Mom's. We were looking forward to the
silence and beauty of the small island. Mom took the wheel, and Jen and I let
the lines loose. Mom backed out, and swung the boat about like the seasoned
mariner she is. Dad had always owned boats, and she and I both were skilled in
handling them. We cleared the port and headed out to sea. The boat had the
latest navigational gear with GPS [Ground Positioning Satellite] , and an
autopilot. The GPS homes in on satellites and is accurate to a few yards
anywhere on the earth. We purred out to sea, the big twin motors driving us
along at a good clip. The weather was beautiful and it looked like a perfect
start. After we had cleared the shipping lanes we relaxed and slipped into our
smallest bikinis. Aunt Jen took her top off, and laughing, we both followed
suit. I looked from Mom to Jen and marveled at how exact twins they were. I
noticed a tiny mole just under one of Mom's large areolas. That seemed to be the
only difference. The sea breeze had caused all our nipples to harden and stick
out. My breasts are almost identical to theirs, full, almost no sag, and rounded
cones. For some reason mine seemed to swell a little, and I had the urge to cup
and fondle them. "Let's celebrate." Mom said. "Lisa gave me a bottle of
champagne to celebrate on. It's too bad she felt bad and couldn't make the trip.
She said she'll fly down to join us in a day or two. Must have been something
she ate." Lisa is my twin sister. "Yeah, I wish she could have made it too." Jen
said. "I've been a little worried about her lately. Have you noticed she just
doesn't seem to be her wonderful bubbly self lately?" "She has had some moody
days. She's usually so up. I noticed that too." I added. "Well, open the
champagne, and lets toast that Bastard ex-husband and the wonderful pilot who
flew him into the side of that mountain. I hope the bastard saw it coming and
screamed his lungs out just before they hit. I only wish it had been a slow and
painful death." Mom said with bitterness in her voice. Jen popped the cork and
filled our glasses. We raised them in a toast and toasted, "To the Rotten
Bastard, may he burn in Hell." We sipped the champagne. "Ugh, I don't like this
brand, it's too bitter." I said after several sips. "Silly, it's dry champagne.
I'll bet you're used to the stuff that's not dry, and is sweeter. You'll have to
learn to acquire a taste for it. You are going to be a very wealthy young lady."
Jen said downing the last of the glass and refilling it. "Well, it's not the
best I've ever tasted either. Must have been an off year." Mom said. "But I'll
drink it - to - 'That Rotten Bastard'." She downed her glass. Jen refilled it.
We sat and they drank half of the bottle while I sat at the wheel and took over
for a while. Mainly all I had to do was watch out for other boats. This
champagne is making me horny." Jen said. She stood up and took off her bottom.
She stood, legs apart, and I saw her lovely pussy for the first time. She had it
completely shaved. I got a little tingle in my clit as I looked. Her inner pussy
lips didn't poke out at all. Her outer lips were smooth and lovely, her slit a
barest seam. "I didn't know you shaved your pussy, Sis." Mom said. She stood up
and pulled her bottom off too. Her pussy was shaved clean too. She put her arm
around Jen and they turned facing me. "OK kid, are we identical twins or not?
Not bad for two old broads." "I'll say" Jen said looking over at her beautiful
sister. She reached over and put her hand under Mom's breast and lifted it
slightly. " What do you think Lin?" "You are both very beautiful and desirable
women. You really are both in perfect shape. I hope my body is as good looking
when I get your age." I said sincerely. Jen's hand stayed a little longer under
Mom's breast, then gave it a little squeeze. 'Whoa!' I thought. I definitely
felt my clit twitch. Mom's pussy matched Aunt Jen's - beautiful. "I'm famished
suddenly." Mom said. "Lets you and I go down and fix a bite to eat, Sis. Take
over, Cap'n. " She said slurring her voice a little. They turned and made their
way down the ladder. I turned on the stereo system and chose some soothing
classical music. The boat rocked only slightly as we drove through the calm sea.
I felt a little horny too, and guessed it was the champagne too, though I hadn't
had 'that' much. I looked around and slipped my hand into my bikini bottom and
between my pussy lips. They were very wet. Mnnn, that felt good. Lisa and I both
keep our pussies shaved clean too. Thinking of Mom and Aunt Jen, and their
shaved pussies, I thought that was a coincidence. I ran my finger up a little
and found my clit was swollen and ached a little. I resisted bringing myself to
an orgasm as they might pop up the ladder at any moment. I took my hand out ,
and laid it between my thighs and pressed gently against my clit through the
thin cloth. Ohhh, that felt so good. Damn, I was horny. They were gone for a
very long time, and I wondered what had happened. I climbed down the ladder
after a check of the area and a look at the radar screen. All was clear. When I
got to the bottom, I heard a moan. I was immediately anxious. I stepped toward
the stateroom. The door was open just a crack. I got the surprise of my life.
There on the bed were Mom and Aunt Jen in a passionate embrace. Passionate hell!
They were in a 69! I couldn't tell who was who in the dim light coming through
the curtains. I could see mouths fastened on pussy flesh, and hear the little
slurping sounds they were making. Both of their heads were bobbing up and down.
I moved a little closer to the door and watched through the crack. My pussy
ached and burned as I watched. I pulled my bikini bottom to the side, and began
to rub and stroke my aching clit. Mom/Jen cried out as one of them climaxed. I
wondered how long they had been making love. The other rolled over and spread
her thighs wide. "God, Sis, that felt good to have you give me a fantastic 'cum'
again. I'm so glad we got together on this trip. I've missed making love to you.
It's been too long!" Now I'll eat your sweet pussy and finger fuck you. God, I'm
horny." The voice was so hoarse with passion I still couldn't tell who was who.
The second figure moved between the legs of the other, and began to kiss her
thighs and stomach, then moved downward to settle between the spread thighs. I
moved as close as I could to the crack and could just make out the spread pussy
lips of one lover. She reached down and spread her pussy lips wider, making
herself available to her sister/lover. Her hips thrust upward further, giving
freer access to her lover/sister. A long tongue slid out and ran up and down the
wet slit, gleaming in the dim light. Two fingers probed and moved slowly up into
the wet depth of the spread pussy. From my position, I was also looking at the
rounded ass of the kneeling one, her pussy lips were swollen and red, gleaming
with her juices and her lovers/sisters saliva. My mouth went wet with my own
saliva. "Oh, yes, finger fuck me, Sis. Eat me, Lover. God, you're so good. Yes.
There! Ohhh!" I stood outside, my finger running over and around my now swollen,
aching clit. I dipped my finger lower to wet it in my slick juices. My Mother
and my Aunt were making love, not four feet from me. Obviously they had been
doing it for years. I don't know why I was so shocked, except that it happened
to be my Mom, and my Aunt. Lisa and I had discovered each other too, and had
been making love for several wonderful years. I wondered how many identical
twins had discovered each other. The wonderful feeling is almost like making
love to yourself. Fingers slid up into the pussy, while a long tongue flicked
over an exposed clit. I could make out the pink flesh of the clit, poking out to
be sucked and licked. The fingers slid in and out, I could see the wrist
rotating as it did. Lisa and I had read that in a book about Lesbian lovemaking
techniques. It really adds pleasure to the finger fucking. My fingers became a
blur, as I rubbed my clit, and the other hand squeezed my aching swollen breast,
and pulled at the hard erect nipple. Watching the two was so exciting, so
erotic. Faster and faster my finger flew as I imagined those lips sucking my own
clit. My Mother's, or my Aunts. I was on fire. Then I came, I bit my lips to
keep from crying out. I accidentally leaned against the door and it slid open
just a little. Neither person on the bed seem to notice. I backed away and heard
a quavering cry of ecstasy from inside. I didn't know from whom it came. I
managed to make my shaky way back up the ladder. I slid into the captains chair
and checked the horizon and the radar. There was a radar trace off our starboard
stern. I checked it's course. I couldn't see it yet, but the radar could. It was
moving fast on an intercept course. That was bad in these waters. Drug runner's
sometimes pirate boats like ours and kill all aboard. I eased the throttle up,
moments later, the other boat corrected. No doubt, it was intercepting us. We
were in a vast open area, no boats or land near. I threw the throttles full
forward, the engines growled deeply, and the bow came up sharply, then settled
on a plane. The spray whipped by. This baby could move. Mom came up immediately,
still naked , and Jen was right behind her. "What's up Baby? Trouble?" She knew
that if I hit full throttle, something was wrong. "Boat on an intercept. No
question. Better get ready. They are definitely tracking an intercept." I said
as I reached for the radio. "Coast Guard, Cost Guard, Mayday, Mayday. Mayday." I
gave our boat name, GPS coordinates, and told them a possible hostile boat on an
intercept course. They came back immediately. They were in the immediate area of
the coordinates but had nothing on radar at all. "What the hell! That can't be!
We should have them on radar, or they should certainly have us. Mom, fire a red
flare." I told the Coast Guard to watch for the flare. The flares could be seen
for some 40 to 50 miles. Mom fired off a red flare, it shot high and burned
bright red. I queried the Coast Guard and they didn't see it at all. We were in
trouble. Mom fired a second. The Coast Guard didn't see either one. Shit! "OK
your Father had this one figured out. Someone is in for a big surprise. Bet they
think we're three helpless females. Come on you bastards. Come on." She unlocked
a cabinet and reached inside and came up with an old fashioned .45 caliber
Thompson machine gun, complete with a drum magazine. It was fully automatic and
we had the legal papers on it. Dad always make us carry it when just we women
were out. We'd followed his wishes after his death. In this part of the
Caribbean it made very good sense. We spotted the boat now off our stern,
slipping up on us fast, a big long black, cigarette boat, no chance of out
running that boat. We could see three men in it. One had a pistol in his hand.
Jen got on the radio again and told the Coast Guard what was happening. I had my
hands full trying evasive maneuvers. They replied that we weren't on their
screen and they didn't know where we were, but would send a helicopter up to
take a look. "Mom, fire a burst across their bow. Let them know we are armed." I
yelled at Mom, a magnificent naked goddess, who was up on the top of the cabin,
giving her better coverage. I waited and waited. "Mom, shoot! Give them a burst!
Mom?" I yelled. I heard her curse. "The gun won't fire. There's a shell in the
chamber, and the safety is off. I'll clear it and try again. Shit, it still
won't fire. Something's wrong with it. Damn." The black cigarette boat was along
side us, we could see the men laughing and pointing at Mom, struggling with the
Thompson. One was pointing at his chest. They matched our speed. One reached for
a microphone. "Hey, Gringo Putas [white whores], heave to. You can't outrun us.
We're going to get some of that high class ass, so you might as well let us. We
don't want to spoil that beautiful boat by putting holes in it. Come on, you
can't shoot us with that beautiful gun. I got a big hard dick to stick in that
beautiful pussy of yours!" His laugh echoed over the speaker system. "My gun
works" He said cupping his crotch. "Shit, someone sabotaged the gun. Somehow he
knows it won't work. Fuck!" Don't slow down. Swerve back and forth." Mom yelled
down at me. I swerved erratically keeping him away. He easily matched my
maneuvers. We were lost and in deep trouble. "Think! Think.!" My mind screamed.
What else did we have? Then suddenly it came to me. "Jen, get the other flare
gun, we have two. Load it. It's there in that drawer. Yes! Mom, take your flare
gun and reload. I'll slow down and put up my hands like we are surrendering,
when they come close, both of you fire a flare into their boat. Aim for the
cockpit. Hope you rupture a fuel line, or at least burn the pilot. Keep the
flare guns out of sight till I say 'Go.'" I hoped it worked, if it didn't we
were sunk, literally. Mom and Jen nodded. They held the flare guns down, out of
sight. For the uninitiated, a flare gun is essentially a 12 gauge pistol that
fires an incendiary charge that starts burning the moment it leaves the barrel.
The heat is some where over 1500 degrees, and burns for about one full minute.
Not something you want shot at you. I slowed and threw up my hands in mock
surrender. The boat slowed with us and came close. I watched till it was almost
touching us. The man with the pistol had it held pointed down. Closer, closer, I
could see their leering faces, see the growth of unshaved beards. Ugly, mean
looking mothers. Mom and Jen were both naked and I was topless. I think that
distracted them a lot. "Now" I yelled. Both flare guns came up. Jen's hit in the
cockpit and bounced around inside. One would-be pirate jumped around trying to
avoid the burning flare. The other hit the pistoleer in the chest, and bounced
off of him into the boat, leaving flaming phosphorus on his chest. He screamed
and beat at the phosphorus burning into his flesh. His pistol went overboard.
Mom and Jen both were calm, and reloaded quickly before the boat could move
away. Two more flares went into the cockpit, seconds apart. The pilot hit the
throttle but the boat only slowly responded for some reason. It was a little
ahead of us. The flare gun in Mom's hand bucked again and we all watched as the
flare went through a hatch leading to the bow of the boat, and we could see the
bright red glow inside. I slammed the throttles to the stops swerving away, and
we surged away. The boat came to a stop. We saw the three men jump overboard and
start to swim away. A moment later there was a tremendous fire and explosion.
Flaming gasoline covered the water. A flaming inferno erupted for a dozen yards
around the boat. Smoke roiled up. "Don't stop Baby, they deserved it. They would
have killed us all." Mom said climbing down. I was glad I was sitting down, my
knees were shaking so hard. I pulled back the throttles, and went to the long
range cruise settings. I picked up our original course and heading. Something
was niggling at the back of my mind. Jen cam up to me and kissed me on the
cheek. Her firm breasts were against me She felt me shaking, and pulled me close
in her arms and held me. I could smell her subtle perfume, then she kissed me
gently on the lips. I could smell the distinct odor of pussy juice on her lips,
Mom's pussy juice. My mind was in a whirl. Our breasts pressed together and both
of our nipples were hard and taut from the excitement and the cool wind blowing.
"That calls for a toast. Let's finish off that bottle of champagne." Mom said.
Jen moved away from me. My heart was beating fast from the excitement, and also
her touch. Damn. Mom gave us each a glass of champagne and this time I drank
almost the whole glass. God, I needed that! I tolerated the slight bitter taste,
this time. "Wow this really makes me horny." Jen said. "I've never had champagne
do that to me before." "That's what you said an hour ago, Sis." Mom said
laughing. I looked over at Jen and she winked at me, and slid her tongue along
her lower lip. I must have colored, for she burst out laughing. She had her back
to Mom. She cupped her pussy and I fascinated watched as one finger slowly
disappeared into between her lips. Mom didn't see it. Mom said, "I'm going down
the cabin and lay down for a minute, this has tired me out. I'm a little dizzy
from all the excitement." She disappeared down the ladder. Jen came over, and
moved behind me. She leaned over and kissed my neck. I stiffened a little. Her
hands came around and gently grasped my breasts, cupping and lifting them. "God,
they are just like your Mother's. So firm and so soft." She breathed in my ear.
"Your nipples are hard and erect. You watched us! I saw you looking through the
door and getting yourself off while your Mom ate me. Do you and Lisa eat each
other? I'll bet you do. I'll bet she sucks your sweet pussy and sticks her
tongue deep inside you. You didn't run away, you watched, and it got your really
hot watching us, didn't it, Love? Why didn't you join us? I'll bet you wanted to
didn't you, you gorgeous woman? I'll bet your pussy was drenched. Is your clit
hard and aching?"
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