Bea and Chloe both had their birthdays on the same date, apart from the year. Bea, at thirty seven, was Chloe's mother, with Chloe having recently turned eighteen. Bea's husband had been several years older than her and dedicated to his work. This dedication had made him a wealthy man. It had also made him a dead one, an over-stressed heart failing while he was at work.
Mother and daughter were comfortably situated and enjoyed themselves. Bea, not needing to earn a living, worked quite extensively for charity. Chloe, wanting a little independence, had a job as a secretary in one of the local companies, a firm that built boats, on spec and for general sale.
The resemblance between the two women was remarkable. Bea, putting a real effort into keeping fit and retaining her looks, looked quite a bit younger than she was. On the other hand, Chloe put some effort into looking a little older than she was. It wasn't uncommon for the two women to be mistaken for sisters rather than parent and child.
Bea and Chloe were natural blondes. Not the gleaming paleness of a platinum blonde but noticeable fair-haired. Hazel eyes and clear skin, faces that lit up when they smiled. The only thing, apart from personal taste, that stopped them wearing each other's clothes was the extra two inches that Chloe had at her bust line, a source of some annoyance to her mother. "Damn it," she'd muttered when it was noticeable that Chloe had outgrown her in that department, "a child shouldn't have bigger boobs that her mother." The observation from Chloe that she wasn't exactly a child anymore was blandly ignored.
One of the toys that Bea's husband had acquired was a very nice motor launch. While enjoying the occasional boat ride, neither Bea nor Chloe were what you would call keen fans of boating. Accordingly, Bea had sold the boat to a friend of her husband, obtaining at the same time a promise that she could borrow it if she wanted to go boating for a day.
With summer approaching, and a hot day forecast for the coming Sunday, Bea suggested to Chloe that they borrow the boat and take a ride.
"We can cruise out into the middle of the bay and strip off for an all over tan," she said with enthusiasm. "There's plenty of room at the front of the boat for us to lie down and do a little bit of sun worshipping. And we needn't worry about people stumbling over us and catching us in the raw."
"People will still see us, mum," said Chloe. "The front of that boat is quite high and people will see us from a long way off."
"But the point is that they will be a long way off," pointed out Bea. "All they'll really see is a couple of women sun bathing on a boat. They won't be able to tell that we're nude."
"Unless they have binoculars," said Chloe, ever practical.
Bea waved that away. Who cared if someone might see them through binoculars? Effectively they would still be private.
Despite her mild objection Chloe was quite happy to go along with the idea. After all, they would be reasonably private, and it would get them a head start on getting their summer tan.
They acquired the boat and set sail on a sunny Sunday morning. Well, not sail as such, more like they started a big diesel motor. There was only the gentlest of breeze though the water was a little choppy, the aftermath of a storm that had passed through the previous day. They cruised around for a while, finally setting the anchor out towards the middle of the bay. That accomplished they stripped off, spread some towels to lie on, and started tanning.
They lay there, tanning, listening to music, totally relaxed. They each had their own personal ipods and earpieces, their taste in music reflecting their different generations. All was calm and peaceful, the boat gently rocking.
Chloe was rather startled when something seemed to bump into the boat and she sat up, taking off her ear phones. Bea, noticing her movement, took off her own earphones and looked at her, one eyebrow raised inquiringly.
"I was just wondering what that bump was," Chloe told her.
Bea shrugged. "Just a larger wave than normal. Possibly something in the water brushed against us. No problem."
"Actually," said a very pleasant tenor, "it was my boat bumping against yours. I saw you relaxing here and thought I'd come and say hullo. I'm Tim. Who are you?"
Bea and Chloe were now both sitting up, heads turning in astonishment to consider their visitor. Oddly enough, they both reacted the same way, arms coming up to cover their breasts, a simultaneous shrug, and their arms dropped away again. After all, the man had already seen everything they had. And where he was standing, that meant everything.
Chloe was blushing but Bea was rather insouciant. They both regarded the visitor, both of them having similar nervous feelings. He looked as though he was in his early twenties, he was tall, at least six foot, and quite solidly built. He wasn't unhandsome, looking rather pleasant, actually, with a very cheerful grin showing off sparkling white teeth, a vivid contrast to his golden tan.
The only problem that Chloe could see with his tan was that he had no tan lines. None at all. She knew this because she could see all of him, Tim apparently having forgotten to get dressed before he boarded their boat. She couldn't help feeling a little puzzled about a certain conundrum. When she was considering the lack of tan lines she couldn't help but notice that his erection was also tanned. Did he sun-bathe with an erection, or without, the tan just stretching when his erection rose?
Chloe looked at Bea, knowing that Bea would also have noticed Tim's erection. Just what were his intentions?
"I'm Bea," Bea finally said. "This is my daughter, Chloe. Why are you on our boat?"
"Your daughter? You're kidding. You both look about the same age."
Bea smiled, feeling flattered. Chloe scowled, wondering if she'd been insulted.
"You still haven't said why you're on our boat," she pointed out.
"Yes, I did. I said I thought I'd come over and say hullo."
"You could have done that from your own boat," Bea observed. "Now that you've said hullo I'd appreciate it if you would depart."
Both the women glared at him as he looked them over. Reaching down, he touched his erection lightly.
"I haven't really said hullo yet. Just introduced myself. I intend to say hullo much more thoroughly before I go."
He was laying it on the line quite plainly. He wanted sex and he was going to get it. Bea looked at him again. That bulk on him wasn't flab, she decided, but muscle. Her eyes drifted down slightly. Quite a lot of muscle. OK, that wasn't really a muscle, but it looked rather solid. She flashed a look at her daughter.
"We can't stop you, can we?" she said, looking back at Tim.
"Not really. I was hoping that you'd be nice and cooperative and have a little fun with me. I mean, make love, not war, and all that sort of thing."
"I want you to leave my daughter alone."
"Fair enough. You cooperate and I won't lay a finger on her. Or anything else, for that matter, because I don't think you're worried about my finger touching her."
Bea felt relieved. She also felt rather annoyed and nervous. Not only was she going to be fucked but she was going to be fucked in front of her daughter. An innocent young child.
Chloe, on the other hand was slightly irritated. Geez, mother, talk about taking all the talent for yourself. What makes you think I couldn't have handled him? The fact that she couldn't protest and offer to do the dirty deed herself narked her even more. She'd have to watch and miss out. Life could be so unfair.
