"Maybe we can get a take-out order."
Mom and I were back in gear, rampaging lovers once again.
After dinner we went dancing at a disco, doing the dirty bop under a strobe light. The flashes went right through her blouse, showing every quiver of her breasts. We soon scampered back to the hotel and did the dirty bop lying down.
We rented our own private island for the day, a Desert Isle Hideaway, popular with honeymooners. The staff boated us out in the morning and would pick us up in the evening. Riding the inflatable rubber boat was like riding her: a swaying, plunging surge through a warm, enveloping sea with unlimited depths below. Flying fish leaped from the water, porpoises rolled on the surface, and a huge turtle swam beneath us.
The breeze furled mom's auburn hair out to the sides, and the strong sun brought out the red in it. She wore a Thai silk sarong over her bathing suit, and this concealment made her legs look even sexier.
The island had a thatch-roofed hut covered with vines whose blossoms were as lush and aromatic as her flower. Two hammocks hung in the shade. Surrounding the hut were bamboo and mangrove trees and a small sandy beach. That was it. We could see a few other islands on the horizon, but the land dimension seemed insignificant—our world was mostly sun, sky, sea, and each other.
Off came our bathing suits, on went the suntan lotion. I rubbed it all over her, especially her breasts, which were like pink pearls but soft and warm. I got on my knees in front of her, massaged her tummy and enjoyed the scent of her inner female ocean. I licked its salmon-colored shores, savoring her sea tang, then lotioned her crotch until she said, "Don't put any inside. The sun doesn't shine there. And it certainly doesn't need to be any wetter, thank you." But she lathered my cock, saying, "We don't want it to get sunburned and put out of action. It's already rather red."
We walked together into the clear warm Gulf Stream wearing only our snorkel gear. Mom touched my hard-on and said, "Be careful a barracuda doesn't bite this thing off. We'd be in real trouble!" Then she splashed me and swam away. I followed her, looking anxiously through my mask for man-eaters, but all the fish were small.
I watched the rippling flow of Diana's orbs underwater, so buoyantly responsive to every movement. She swam with a frog kick, and I stared at her behind from behind: the bunch and flex of buns, thrust of thighs, muscles working the bellows of her legs to propel her forward. Magnified by my mask, her snatch, prodigious and powerful, opened and closed with her legs: red clamshell lips valving through the water; inner frills leafy and pink as the delicate anemones growing on the coral and the lacy sea fans moving with the current; cute little puckered anus enjoying the ocean's warm embrace; air bubbles caught in her hairs shining like jewels. Sunbeams skeined down onto her legs, snaring them in a net of shimmering light. Up front her tits bobbled and oscillated, nipples erect from the titillation of the water coursing over them. She'd become a female sea mammal now, one I wanted immensely.
I knew this vast ocean encircling the world was the lavish cunt of Mother Nature. We all come out of it and yearn to go back in. Now I was swimming in it, feeling its warm flow caress my cock, staring at my mother's cunt which I would also soon enter.
When I stroked her legs, she decided to take a break from swimming. We stood in the chest-high water with her breasts floating luxuriously out at me. Clutching her ass, I scooped her up in my arms, light as a feather, and she wrapped her legs around me. Her pubes tickled my stomach. We danced around, but walking was awkward with the flippers. I hoisted her onto my mast and tried to put it in her, but we couldn't get our two members to mesh underwater. Maybe we were the kind of amphibians who needed to mate on land. The beach looked inviting. We swam back to it and flopped up onto the sand like sea turtles, our ankles still in the waves. Diana pulled me down on top of her, saying, "Just wallow all over me. Fuck me like a walrus."
I shoved it into her and she opened up and took it until it was all inside and she was twisting and groaning with her eyes rolled back. The slick warm wetness of our merging organs transported us into joy while the ocean dripped off our bodies, little crabs scurried out of the way, and sea gulls cawed enviously above. I let all my weight go heavy on her and started flogging it to her. "Mom, you're such a beautiful animal."
"I want your sperm," she said throatily. "You're my sperm whale."
Grunting and heaving, skin sugared with sand, we floundered across the beach, two vulnerable mating creatures driven by instinct. Water droplets prismed tiny rainbows on her cheek. While humping her, I nudged a breast into my mouth and sucked in her ethereal milk. Diana reached up and squeezed my shoulders as they rolled above her. "So strong."
For a glorious long while we cavorted and played and moved as one creature, our force swelling like a tidal wave. My fingers fondled her clit where our bodies joined below. She kissed me wildly all over the face, then sucked my ear. We moved in a unison of seeking, our rutting momentum increasing with each thrust and volley, pressing her curvy form deeper into the sand.
Mom's sheath tightened around me and my balls throbbed as we started coming. Our coital cries became a wild baying. With an eruption of joy we climaxed together, spurting our love at each other, the friction of the sand making our pleasure grittier. For a divine moment we were united with the ocean, earth, air, everything, all part of a great circle that flowed through us and was us. Nature's energy was gushing out of my staff into her and streaming out of her breasts into me, a ring of completion.
As we lay entwined on the beach in delirious afterglow, basking in the hot sun, her head on my chest, my hand on her breast, I knew we had to hold onto this love no matter what. Although strong between us, it seemed so fragile now that Jacquot was trying to smash it. I wasn't going to let him...even if it killed me...or him.
Diana's delightful voice interrupted my gloomy thoughts: "This animal's hungry."
"Good."
The resort staff had packed us a gourmet lunch of local seafood and fruit. We lay together in a double hammock beneath our shady thatched roof feeding each other with our fingers. Then, sated with sensuousness, we drifted off into a nap.
When we woke up, we went snorkeling again. This time I noticed the coral, sea weed, and tropical fish. They were very nice but couldn't compete with her.
Our time in Key West really restored us. Occasionally we drifted into the what-are-we-going-to-do blues, but for the most part we just enjoyed being with each other in a safe place. Mom's face relaxed back into its lively beauty, and her smile returned.
On the flight back, at forty thousand feet with forty below zero outside, I let my sunburned brain sink into the Jacquot problem. At first my fear and hatred flared up, clouding my thoughts. As I let that go, I noticed an idea gleaming there like a shell on the beach. I picked up the idea and looked at it from all angles. It might work...it might not, but it was worth a try. But I knew I couldn't tell Diana about it until afterwards. She wouldn't want me to risk this.
Chapter Twelve
The next day I went to visit my father in his run-down apartment building. Scared but determined, I clenched my fists together for strength to keep from trembling, threw my shoulders back, and knocked on his door. Jacquot looked surprised when he opened it. "Well, if it isn't the little motherfucker!" He stood straighter to show how much taller he was than me, but then the tic started on his face. The black hair on his head, eyebrows, mustache, and tuft under his lip formed a triangle of darkness that contrasted with his pale skin. "Come to see his dad. How sweet. Or are you gonna put the make on me too? Practice for what's going to happen to you in prison." His steely blue eyes lacerated me.
I was glad he was being such a pig. It helped me focus on what I needed to do to destroy him. "I came to see if we could work something out." I tried to force my shaky voice to stay steady.
"Sure. It's called two hundred grand." His tone was belligerent, but when he motioned me to follow him into the apartment, I knew he wanted to negotiate. That meant he'd let me stay long enough to do what I came for. I relaxed a bit.
He had one furnished room with a kitchenette. Sunshine filtered through the dingy windows, falling on faded wallpaper and dusty light fixtures with dead flies in the globes. Years of shuffling tenants had worn down the carpeting and the upholstery of the overstuffed chair and couch. Set into one wall were double doors where the bed folded out. Outside the windows were an iron fire escape and a neighboring building just like this one. No wonder he'd wanted to move in with us.
"No way can we get that much," I said with an adamant shake of my head. "But what I thought was...look"—I gestured impatiently, like a busy man making a business call—"can I sit down?"
"Yeah." He gestured to the chair and took the couch. He was interested but trying not to show it. I tried to remember to keep my mouth closed when I wasn't talking to look more mature and in charge.
First we bickered back and forth about Diana's tightfisted father disowning her and how little Public Defenders make. I kept insisting two hundred thousand was impossible. "Diana's on the verge of suicide." I packed my voice full of worry. "I've never seen her like this before. She's threatening to mail the tape of your phone call to the DA—blackmail, parole violation. Then kill herself. I don't want her to do that. I
really
don't want her to. So here's what I'm willing to do." I looked him in the eye with as much sincerity as I could. "I'll deal for you...and pay you that way. I'll sell the stuff—you keep all the money. I can get into all the schools. Kids are dying to buy dope. It's the big thing. You just supply me—grass and acid, speed and coke. I'll take all the risk, you take all the profit. I can pay you the two hundred thousand in a year. When we're even, you can keep supplying me, but then I'll keep what I make. You'll still make a profit. The market is huge."
