“I’ll be on the balcony,” she told him.
Mike showered then joined her. She stood holding onto the rail looking out at the ocean. Her water bottle and phone were lying on the table. He stepped up behind her and put a hand on each of her hips. She turned her head to him and smiled then put her finger over her lips and pointed next door. Mike nodded.
They stood quietly together listening as the couple next door tried to keep quiet as they had sex. The occasional smacking of skin and soft moans gave them away. Very quietly Cindy led her son back inside.
“Is tomorrow our beach day?” Cindy asked.
“Yep, with fancy Jamaican lunch, and shopping.” Cindy nodded then seemed to stare off into space. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Cindy smiled up at him. “I’m content. Peaceful…peaceful in a way I’ve never experienced before. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Are you happy?” her son asked.
“Oh god, yes. Are you?”
“I’m happier than I can ever remember.”
“You just had a blowjob. You’re supposed to be happy,” she said grinning.
“The finest blowjob in my life, but that’s not it. It’s us. I’ve always loved you. I’m in love with you now.”
“Mike, what happens when we get home?”
“Are you asking me about what happens to us when we get home?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know. I can tell you what I want to happen,” he replied.
“What do you want to happen?”
“I want us to continue as a couple; Cindy and Mike.”
“In small town Nebraska? Is that possible? Is it realistic?” she asked him.
“I believe it is. You’ve lived your whole life as two people. The clean cut, wholesome, dignified lady in public, and the sexually liberated woman at home. The difference is that you no longer have to hide the second woman from me. Don’t you think it’s possible?”
“Short term, yes. I guess time will tell long term. My track record in long term relationships hasn’t exactly been something to write home about.”
“It’s a new chapter now. I’d like to write it together and see where it goes,” her son advised.
“I’m willing to try if you are.”
“I’m willing. How about we put some clothes on and go down to the ice cream shop? I could use a snack.”
“If you’ll get me something with a cherry on top I’ll show you how I can tie the stem in a knot with just my tongue,” she said grinning.
“I’m discovering you have a lot of hidden talents.”
She grinned and nodded.
*****
Cindy was up early the next morning. Planning on getting the second video for her collection, she spent a little time setting up the balcony. She had the two chairs facing each other and a small bottle of personal lubricant on the table between them.
After Mike got up she served him coffee outside. She sat facing him with her knees drawn up exposing herself. As her son began sipping his coffee she put a small amount of lube on her finger and began sliding it along her clit. Mike’s cock responded quickly and knowing what she wanted, he began stroking it. Her free hand already held the phone and was recording.
Hearing the neighbors, they both kept quiet. She silently offered the lube, but her son declined. He used his pre-cum and saliva to lubricate himself. With his mother sitting in front of him playing with her pussy it didn’t take him long to finish. She came just before he did. When he had finished, Cindy handed him her phone and he recorded her licking up the mess he’d made. They finished their coffee and showered. Once dressed they went out for breakfast.
Docking took place as they watched from the restaurant. They went back to their room and grabbed their already prepared beach bag then headed to shore for the day.
Cindy and her son rode in the van to the Bamboo Beach Resort and were led to the VIP area where they changed into beachwear. They were given drinks and taken to a private cabana on the beach.
For the next few hours, they lived a life of leisure, with drinks, gourmet food, sunshine, and the clear Caribbean waters. At three they dressed and were driven back to town for shopping. Each picked up a few items, stopped for another drink, then returned to the ship.
For the remainder of the trip if they were in their cabin, they were naked and in each other’s arms or sleeping. Outside the cabin they were the picture if prim and proper. Mike did visit the sex shop, but Cindy absolutely refused. He picked up a bluetooth vibrator that could be controlled from a phone. Since they hadn’t purchased the ship’s internet it was useless onboard.
When their flight home landed in Nebraska, Cindy finally agreed to wear it. She went to the ladies’ room at the airport and put it in. Once in their car, Mike turned it on.
“Oh my God,” Cindy said when her pussy began vibrating.
He teased her with it as they made the trip from Omaha to Lincoln. She came twice before removing it and stuffing it in her son’s suitcase.
“Didn’t like it huh?”
“I did but you would have probably killed me with the damn thing by the time we got home.”
“No, but you probably would have cum a couple more times.”
“That’s exactly why it’s back in the suitcase. We’re in public. People know us. At home my pussy, and the rest of me, is all yours.”
“Got it. So, when do I get to see your toy collection?”
She chuckled. “Can we unpack first?”
“I suppose. You are going to let me sleep with you, aren’t you?”
“Of course, but we do have people coming over occasionally. So, we’ll need to keep our bedrooms as they are.”
“That won’t be difficult,” he agreed. “The closets are too small to merge anyway. Maybe it’s time to consider getting a bigger place.”
“Let’s not go making big changes. I’d rather we get used to our new arrangement before we do anything else.”
“Okay. I really liked how we dressed in our cabin.”
“We’d have to close all the curtains at the house. It would be like a dungeon. How about when I wear a skirt or dress I don’t wear panties? And when you wear gym shorts – no underwear.”
“Deal. Where are we going on our next vacation?”
“We aren’t home from this one yet,” she reminded him.
“I realize that. Where would you like to go?”
“I’ve never been anywhere. Las Vegas. Hollywood. Hawaii. A mountain cabin. Europe. A safari. One of those huts over the water. Where was the one you showed me in that brochure?”
“Maldives. It takes about forty hours to get there. It’s a long trip. I think there are some in the Caribbean now. We can look into it. Ever considered a nudist colony?”
Cindy laughed. “Not even once. You can nix that idea.”
“Getting hungry?”
“Yeah. There’s nothing thawed at home. What would you like?”
“How about seafood?”
“Bourbon Street is right on the way,” she said.
“Sounds good.”
The restaurant was just fifteen minutes from the house. They arrived home at seven pm. After unpacking and cleaning up they sat in the living room drinking a glass of wine.
“Are you going to show me your toys?” her son asked.
“How about I model an outfit? I love it but I’ve never had anyone I trusted enough to wear it in front of.”
“Must be hot.”
“In more ways than one. Just remember, it’s a costume for role play.”
“I’d love to see it.”
“Give me twenty minutes,” she said heading toward her room.
Mike finished his wine and refilled it. He walked back into the living room and stopped dead in his tracks. Before him stood a woman in a full head leather mask. Only her eyes and mouth were visible. She wore bright red lipstick and had a collar around her neck that was connected to a leash.
Her top consisted of a series of criss crossing leather straps exposing her entire breasts. Her arms had three quarter length leather gloves with metal loops at the tops and wrists to secure them. The hands were uncovered.
Her lower half was a leather garter belt that exposed her pussy and ass completely. On her legs she wore thigh length black hose and six-inch stiletto heels. Above the knees and ankles were leather bands with metal loops for tie downs. She turned slowly to model and bent over showing him the red butt plug and the tail of her new bluetooth vibrator protruding from her vagina.
She stood and walked to him, handing him the leash.
“Mom?” he said, still with mouth agape.
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