All characters in this story are over 18.
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That third day of their ocean cruise, that night, and the fourth day they were just a couple on holiday. They got into a routine of late drinks at Sandy's Bar - their name for it, since they couldn't ever remember the pretentious French-sounding title it had officially.
Apart from hugs and kisses, they just enjoyed the cruise. It was as if neither had any urgency now. Neither was going anywhere, nor giving up what they'd found. And besides, as Louise said to him in a quiet moment: "My cunt's all worn out and needs a rest."
"Oh, I never heard you use that word before."
"We have a lot of firsts together, you and I."
"True that."
Yes, my son, but there's still one first I want to share with you. But how do you just say to your son 'hey, baby, will you fuck me in the ass?' But then, I suppose it's not a big leap from him sticking his finger in there... that's it. I'll let him know how good that felt, and then, well, we'll see.
They sipped cocktails on the afterdeck and watched the wake stretch back into the distance. At the other end of that effervescent snake was normal life. Where they were mother and son in public, not just in bed.
On the fourth night, Joey came back from the movies. He didn't know where Louise was, and burst into the bathroom to piss urgently. She sat there, naked, on the toilet and instinctively covered up until she saw it was him.
"Oh, sorry mum. I'm busting. Um, I'll wait..."
He heard her tinkle hit the water. He was mentally leaving the room, in reality he was rooted to the spot. The tinkle stopped. Joey looked at her. She had that wicked grin, yet again. Her thighs parted, she looked between them and let another tinkle out, stopped it, then looked back at Joey.
"I already told you, honey. Anything you want to do. Feel. Or
see."
So he stood before her, knelt, and looked between her legs.
Mum's gonna pee for me. I always wanted...
The tinkle started, he saw her stream, then it increased and her heard it hiss too. Her pee splashed into the water, splattered against the bowl, for ten seconds or so and then flittered to drips. She took tissues, wiped, and stood.
"Did you enjoy that, baby?"
"Yeah. Not, y'know, erotic but cool. Not cool, hot, I suppose. Because it was you."
She giggled, acknowledging their discussion of a little while ago. They'd decided incest was so attractive to them because it was forbidden, taboo. Their highs would be less so with somebody else. Which is why nobody else fascinated them like they did each other.
"So?"
"Huh?"
"You were bursting, remember?"
He grinned. "You wanna hold it?"
"Can I?"
"Anything, for each other, that's what we said."
So Louise held her son's cock, gingerly, not knowing how, while he pissed long and hard into the bowl. She played it around, aimed it, splattered a bit on the seat. "Oh, now I understand why guys miss the bowl so often!"
It was a game, intimate if not arousing. It was part of them fully knowing each other. No limits, no secrets.
They'd had sex a couple of times but now it was more spontaneous, no longer desperate or urgent. It was the exact middle of the cruise, tropical, warm days giving way to balmy nights on deck. In their airconditioned cabin, they rarely bothered with much clothing.
Apart from the practicality of it, it meant they were both acutely aware of each other's bodies most of the time.
They'd been to Sandy's Bar, as usual, and Sandy had flirted with him, as usual. But on that night, Joey was reserved, almost shy. Louise was his mother and knew his moods. So she asked him.
"Come on, honey. Spill it. What's on your mind?"
"Sex."
"Uh Huh. When isn't it?"
"Yeah. But. Seriously, can I really ask you anything?"
"I've told you. Heck, I've
shown
you. Anything."
"Well, I understand if you don't want to, cos it's kinda weird, and I mean I know some people..."
"You want to fuck my ass, is that it?"
