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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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