PREFACE
This story was written at the request of a fellow Redditor who rewards me with pics of his smokin hot mom. I know he’ll enjoy it. I hope you do too! See my profile for previous parts.
Key characters:
Scotty – the son; 25yo; 6 ft; 190 lb; athletic build; blonde hair; hazel eyes; 8-inch cock
Renee – Scotty’s hot curvy, MILF mom; 49yo; 5′ 4”; 160 lb; 36DD-24-38; blonde hair; hazel eyes
Ray – swinger Renee & Scotty meet on cruise. 5′ 10”; 170 lb; dark hair & eyes; 7-inch cock; wealthy.
Stephanie – Ray’s swinger partner and hot THICC MILF; 5′ 3”; 166 lbs; 34DD-24-44; dirty blonde; blue eyes
PART 6
Scotty and his mom were sitting in a table for two in one of the ship’s many restaurants. They were at the edge, overlooking the darkening sea green waves; the sun glowing orange as it began to lower. They had just finished a wonderful meal, topping it off with a glorious dessert they split.
“Man, I need a cigarette,” his mom said, teasingly, dropping her fork on the cleared, dessert plate. The reference that the dessert was like sex was not lost on Scotty. There it was again, he thought, the subtle teasing.
They had seen not a single couple fucking, masturbating or groping, although, many of the restaurant patrons were naked.
“I wonder if they think we’re the weirdos for not being naked?” His mother suddenly wondered aloud. Scotty was surprised that she would even go there, as it could lead to discussion of mother and son getting naked. He chuckled, looking around.
“Idunno,” he responded, “I see quite a few people wearing clothes.” He looked around. His mother smiled, looking around, too.
“And the ones who aren’t should be,” she added, giggling. Her son laughed with her. “Honestly,” she continued. “If I looked like some of the women walking around naked, I would never take a stitch of clothes off in public.” She quipped. Scotty locked on his mother’s gaze and pushed his luck.
“Yeah, but you don’t.” He said, in reference to her looks and implying she was hot. His mother smiled sexily and looked away, almost bashfully. Scotty found it interesting that she was at a loss for words. It was almost as if his compliment hit her differently this time, and she couldn’t find the joke to crack.
* * *
Mother and son walked hand-in-hand, meandering through crowds of naked people and obstacles, until they reached the bookstore. Scotty led his mother by the hand into the shop, releasing her hand when he stopped to look at postcards. He was curious if they portrayed a swinger lifestyle or were typical?
Renee was walking around absent-mindedly, looking for bathing suits, when she came to the adult sex toy section, near the counter. There was no salesperson in sight to embarrass her, and since her son was out of view, she peered into the glass case at the chained nipple clamps.
“May I help you, young lady?” She heard a male voice say, as she jumped.
Renee found herself face to face with a man behind the counter. He looked to be in his 50s, medium build but graying…. and fully naked save for a black leather collar around his neck. From it, hung a silver chain that led down to a cock-ring holding up an enormous cock so that it pointed straight ahead. From the chain and near his sternum, two other chains led to nipple clamps on each of his nipples.
“Perhaps I can interest you in nipple clamps?” He said, as Renee noticed his eyes move from her face to her tits. Oddly, she found her nipples hardening under his stare.
Renee was so surprised that she spun, only to come face to face with her son approaching her. He had heard the exchange and was nearing her. Her eyes grew wide at him and she walked away, heading out of the open-walled shop. Scotty spotted the man behind the counter and his outfit and realized his mom was cringing in embarrassment. Scotty couldn’t help chuckle, as he shook his head in disbelief, approaching the man.
“We’re just browsing, thank you,” Scotty said politely to him. The man nodded in understanding.
“Quite a beautiful woman you have there,” the man said. Scotty was afraid to agree out of fear that his mother might be within ear shot and take issue with the perception that Scotty was making it seem as if they were partners – even though in some way they were.
Scotty simply smiled at the man. He was about to turn when the man handed him a business card. On it was his name and contact information. Scotty did not react but turned to look for his mother. They were not even through the first day and, already, Scotty had two offers of hooking up – one with the bartender and now with Mr. Nipple Clamps.
Scotty stuffed the card in his pocket, as he spotted his mother standing just outside the shop, waiting. Her hand was on her forehead forming a lid over her eyes. Scotty assumed she was still embarrassed and trying to not show it. He felt it necessary to apologize since he had convinced her to go to the shop.
“Mom, I’m…,” Scotty started to say but his mom cut him off.
“Oh my God, did you see the monster on that man?” She said, nearly breathlessly. “Jesus, I don’t think he’s human!” She added, her chest rising noticeably up and down. Scotty then realized his mother was talking about the man’s cock. It had been large, yes – very large. That was probably why the man brought attention to it. “If that cock wasn’t nearly a foot long, then my tits aren’t double Ds.” His mother quipped, bringing a belly laugh from her son. This calmed her as she started giggling.
“Your tits are double Ds?” Scotty asked, knowing the answer but deciding to tease his mother and continue leading her into sexy conversation. She glanced at her son with feigned annoyance. The two hearty glasses of white wine had lowered her inhibitions a bit.
“Stop, you,” she said, “as if you didn’t know.” She added. “Anyway, the bathing suits are right here near the edge of the shop, so let me look through them. But if I find one I like, you’re buying it off of centaur over there.” She quipped, pointing her head toward the sales clerk with the horse cock. Scotty broke into laughter again.
Renee had found a swim suit she liked – loved actually. She was surprised that she would find something so sexy at a convenience-store of sorts, but she bought it. It was nearly $50 US dollars, but she didn’t care.
The suit was teal colored and technically a one-piece unit. But it had a cutout into the side of her abdomen and a cut-out around the navel, which allowed Renee to show off her belly button ring. The top was bandau-style but had cutouts at the center, of her chest showing off her ample breasts which the top pulled together nicely for immense cleavage. The bottom was wide and covered her behind substantially. Regardless, Renee loved the suit and handed it to her son to purchase from Centaur.
As Scotty stood at the counter across from the man, Scotty couldn’t help stare at his huge cock through the glass display case. The man completed the transaction, but as he waited for the credit card charge to go through, he whispered to Scotty without looking up.
“It’s just under 25 centimeters,” the man said, glancing up at Scotty finally. He knew Scotty had been admiring his cock and answered the question so many asked. Scotty smiled nervously.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” Scotty said. The man chuckled, saying he didn’t mind; liked it actually. So Scotty felt emboldened. “How…,” he asked the man, “how…big is that in inches?” The man smiled at Scotty.
“American, I see.” The man said hearing Scotty’s ignorance of the metric system. “Just under 10 inches.” The man answered. Scotty smiled, as he took the bagged swimsuit from the man and nodded to him. “My new hero.” Scotty said, as the man chuckled.
“Ten inches,” Scotty said to his mother as they casually strolled to their room. Dusk was settling in and couples were beginning to play, as Renee looked around her while she walked. Scotty noticed her chest still rising and lowering rapidly. Her eyes met her son’s gaze when she heard him.
“How do you know?” She asked.
“I asked him.” Scotty replied, proudly.
“You did not!” His mother teased.
“Did to!” Scotty said. Renee gazed at her son.
“Didn’t think my son was so bold,” she said softly, almost sexily. Scotty smiled.
“Like I said,” he responded, “when in Rome….” He let the statement hang again, as his mother gripped his hand and held it tightly. Moans and groans filled their ears as they walked.
* * *
Back in their room, mother and son ordered a pitcher of blue Hawaiian punch, heavy on the vodka and rum. They relaxed on the balcony, listening to classic 80’s hair band metal – Renee’s favorite. But the music was drowned out by the moans and groans they were hearing from other rooms and balconies.
“I guess the creatures come out at night,,” his mother said, jokingly, as she sipped on her drink, gazing out at the water. Scotty chuckled. He wondered if his mother was feeling embarrassed or silly or maybe aroused from all the sounds. She sang along to some of the songs, and after two cocktails, she was strongly buzzed.
“When in Rome, do as the Romans,” Renee was repeating to herself. Scotty felt his heart skip a beat as he wondered if his mother was going to disrobe or maybe get intimate with him? But she did neither. She simply repeated the phrase before turning her head toward him to stare at him from her chaise next to him. “Wonder where that phrase originated?” She asked; the moans and groans were like a chorus behind her lead vocals.
Mother and son went through a second pitcher before Renee dragged herself to bed intoxicated. Scotty remained on the balcony, from which his mother could see as she lay in bed drifting off. And just as sleep came, her eyes seemed to catch her son discretely caressing his cock over his shorts.
That night, Renee dreamt of a faceless man fucking her mercilessly and repeatedly. She dreamt of herself giving in to him wantonly; her screams joining those of the chorus. In the dream, the man took her in every position and sent her from one orgasm into another.
When she woke the next morning, her pussy was dripping wet. Her son was lying in bed perpendicular to her. The covers were off of him and he was on his back, shirtless save for a pair of polyester/spandex basketball shorts. His cock formed a curved outline against his shorts, and that was, now, what his mother’s eyes had settled on. As much as she wanted to deny it, her mouth watered, and she swallowed hard, moving her hair behind her ear and shaking her head to clear her mind while she moved into the bathroom to shower.
Naked in the bathroom with the door shut this time, she gazed long and hard at the reflection in the mirror. she gazed at her nipples, erect and aching. She slowly moved a hand to her shaved mound and felt her juices leaking out. She was that aroused. She sighed deeply, meeting her gaze in the reflection.
“Get a hold of yourself, Renee.” She said softly to the person on the other side.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y23kjx/scotty_his_mom_a_cruise_like_no_other_part_6_ms