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A Dangerous Erotic Cruise
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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