My Nicky

This is a three-chapter story. Hopefully, the three parts will be published one day after the other.

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

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As my 40th birthday approached, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I checked online for the best way to enjoy the Caribbean Islands and bought and paid for a stateroom with an ocean view on the Wind Star sailboat. This was a present for myself. John and I haven't taken a trip since our honeymoon, 21 years ago.

I still recall the good old times when John courted me: He used to be a fun guy, take me out to movies, shows, concerts, and faraway trips. Those were the happy days. However, after the marriage, and especially since our son, Nick, was born a year later, John became busier at work, and the days we spent together doing fun things gradually diminished. John worked at my father's firm, and climbed rapidly to become a vice president. According to Dad, he was a hard working, dedicated, and a reliable employee, but it required him to work extra hours, and he hardly had any vacation time.

In the beginning, my husband reassured me that his obsession with 'doing a good work' was only temporary, and in due time, he'd compensate me for being alone. On my 30th birthday, he promised to take a week's vacation. I knew I could rely on my sister to take Nick, who was 10 and on summer vacation. Despite my father's approval of John's vacation, there was some urgent business he had to attend to, and our travel was canceled. I was upset, so he vowed that on my 40th birthday, he'd join me by hook or crook.

Well, this time I didn't bother asking or even telling him about the purchase until it was done. It was a nonrefundable room on a small boat that sailed among the Caribbeans. I had dreamt about visiting the exotic islands for many years, and now he wouldn't be able to find an excuse; or that's what I thought.

...

Two weeks before the trip, during dinner, I told John and Nick about the plan. I still remember John becoming pale and mumbling, "Honey, I want to go with you, but we have our biannual counting of our merchandise, as well as planning for the next period. Can we switch the tickets to another date?"

I wanted to choke the jerk, but calmly said, "The tickets are nonrefundable. And in any case, I plan to go. It's my 40th birthday, and I am fed up with your promises. I am going with or without you!"

"Honey, going alone is not enjoyable, and the way I heard, certain islands are not safe."

"John, we've been together for 21 years. Nowadays, you are married to your work, while I am a neglected mistress. This time I am going, whether you like it or not."

He looked confused and alternated his stare between me and Nick. Suddenly, Nick blurted, "Mom, if Dad cannot go, and you don't have a girlfriend to tag along, I can join you. It's my vacation time. Debra and I separated 10 days ago, so I am free."

I smiled at Nick, "Honey, that's very nice of you, but the last thing I wish to do is ruin your vacation. You should spend your precious time with your young friends and probably look for a new girlfriend."

He said, "I am not in the mood to meet my friends. A trip to the Caribbean Islands seems like a good escape for a week, forgetting about college and... Debra."

"Honey, are you sure you'll be able to tolerate the company of an oldie for 5-6 days? The last time you and I were away from the house for more than a day was many years ago, when we visited my sister's family."

"Mom, I really want it. Visiting new places, swimming, and tanning, I think I'll enjoy it. And Dad will feel better if you are not going by yourself."

I grinned, "You have a week to think about it. Of course I'll be happy to spend quality time with my son, but it's up to you." I didn't bother looking at John's reaction and left the table. Later, in bed before going to sleep, John attempted to move toward me, but I hissed at him, "Don't you dare!"

He returned to his side and whispered, "Sorry, honey."

I turned my back on him and said, "Don't 'honey' me. I think I don't like you anymore."

...

John was nervous on the day of our flight to Miami, where the voyage was supposed to start. He looked at Nick and blurted, "Son, you are an adult now. Take care of your mother and ensure she is safe."

Nick winked at me and said, "Dad, stop worrying. I am convinced that Mom and I will have a good time, and you'll regret not joining your wife."

John mumbled, "Any other time I would have done it."

I was too angry about his neglect of my birthday's priority, turned my back on him, and went to Nick's car. During the drive to the airport, Nick tried to cheer me up with jokes. Initially, I resisted, but his efforts were more successful when we parked at the airport. By the time our plane was in the air, my mood had changed for the better, and the two of us chatted cheerfully about the islands we'd see. We landed at 10 am and knew we had 6 hours to kill before the ship began sailing.

After the registration, we were allowed to check our room. We observed that there was a single queen bed. I apologized to Nick, "Honey, I reserved this room, thinking I'd be going with your father..."

"That's OK, I'll sleep on the funny seat."

"Don't be silly. You are too tall for it. I want you to sleep comfortably, and the bed is wide enough for both of us."

We arranged our luggage and went up to see the ship begin sailing. The evening weather was nice with little breeze, and the view of the Miami skyline slowly disappearing was amazing. Standing on the deck, I suddenly felt chilly and shivered. Nick hugged my shoulder, and then removed his sports jacket and placed it on my back. I smiled at him, "Thank you my knight and shiny armor." He grinned, "Mom, for you, anything."

After an hour of standing on the deck and watching the distant shoreline, we ate a delicious dinner. We were tired after waking early to take the flight to Miami, and decided to go to sleep. I sent Nick to shower first, checking my luggage with the clothes I had prepared weeks before the trip. To my horror, I realized that I had not changed anything after finding out that Nick replaced John. I brought 2 elegant dresses, 3 short, revealing dresses, 3 sexy nighties, which exposed more than covered, a few sets of underwear that John liked to see me in (When I wore anything...), and 2 skimpy bikini sets. I knew I'd have to improvise with Nick around. He was now a young adult man and no longer my tiny son. He got his manly face with the square jaw from his father. His 6'2" frame towered over mine by 10". Since he was on the swim team of his school, his chest was hairless, shaved for better performance. The developed pectorals were impressive.

I smiled at him, "Honey, you've grown to be a stud. I wonder why you haven't brought a girlfriend to show your parents. You said the latest relationship ended, but we haven't seen you with a girl ever."

His face reddened, "I had a couple of girlfriends before, but nothing serious, so I didn't bother."

"Why not?"

"Why bring somebody that I know won't last much? I'd hate to create expectations if I do not really intend to stay with her."

"Are you saying you never felt love?"

He hesitated, "I think I have, but I doubt it will lead to anything."

"How would you know if you haven't tried?"

"... it's complicated..."

I saw that he was reluctant to talk about the subject and went to take a shower. I stood under the calming hot water for a long time, remembering the last time John and I spent time on a boat. We were young, adventurous, and had sex multiple times a day. The memories of nonstop sexual escapades aroused me, and I began touching my coochie. I was close to cumming when I heard Nick calling, "Mom, are you done yet? I need to brush my teeth."

Reluctantly, I dried up, put on one of my sheer lingerie, covered myself with a dry towel, and came out of the bathroom.

When I exited, Nick's eyes ogled me, and then he went to the bathroom. I took the opportunity, removed the towel, and entered under the covers. Nick joined me in bed a few minutes later. His mouth smelled mint fresh, and his body odor was a mixture of soap and musk. It was pleasant and... sensual.

Nick rested on his pillow and looked at his iPad, while I read a book. Slowly, the room felt hot. Nick solved it by uncovering his bare top. I removed the covers from my upper body and continued reading. As I turned the page, from the corner of my eye, I saw Nick staring at my chest. I forgot my nightie allowed a clear view of my tits and my dark nipples. Instinctively, my hand pulled the cover back up.

I pretended to continue reading, but my mind was in a daze: What the hell? Despite turning 40, my own son found my breasts worth staring at! But then the horniness I felt in the bathroom changed my perspective; I knew I was in a good shape: After all, 3 times a week I exercised in the local health center, and twice a week I joined a yoga class. My C-cup boobs sagged very little, and my tummy was flat. Yes, when strolling on the streets, men were still eyeing me. And now, my young son did the same. It was a wonderful unspoken compliment. The thought of Nick enjoying eyeing me made me feel warm all over, and my cunt began oozing...

The relaxed atmosphere on the boat and my increasing arousal encouraged me to tease him, something I'd never dream of doing at home. I waited 5 more minutes, muttered that it was becoming too hot, and lowered the cover to my waist again. I heard Nick gasp, but pretended not to notice. His eyes alternated between his computer and my breasts. My heart rate accelerated. I raised my hands over my head and stretched, which pushed my tits up. I felt my nipples stiffen. I peeked at Nick's groin and saw a growing tent. My big boy was sporting an erection, watching his mother's boobs!

My arousal heightened further, and I had no idea what to do about it. It took me a couple of minutes to decide to raise the ante: I turned on my side facing Nick, and faked continuing to read. As expected, the nightie's top separated from my chest, and Nick could get an unobstructed view of my girls. I heard his respiration becoming labored, and the bulge in his groin became huge.

I was tempted to touch Nick's body, caress his muscles, and... feel his erection, but resisted. However, in my current mood, I couldn't fall asleep. I knew Nick wouldn't be able to sleep either, unless he took care of his 'problem'.

I waited a couple of minutes and muttered, "Nicky, I'll turn off my light and try to sleep now."

He blurted, "I'll go pee and then do the same."

He went to the bathroom, and whether he intended to pee or not, I knew he was going to jack off. As he closed the bathroom door behind him, I started fingering myself furiously to a couple of minor orgasms. After doing it, I felt ashamed, being a perverted mother who got aroused by her own son, but I slept like a baby afterward.

...

I woke up at 7 am when the sun rays hit my face. I turned onto my back in my bed, enjoying the comfortable mattress, and noticed Nick was still sleeping. He removed the blanket from his body and was naked except for his briefs. His body was spread on the bed, occupying 2/3 of it, leaving me only 1/3. I glanced at his brawny upper body and again was moved by it. Then my gaze fell on his lower body. Gosh, my son had a woodie! Was it a sign he needed to pee, or he was having an erotic dream? I remembered the night before, as he ogled my tits, and the thought of my son dreaming about me came up. The idea was embarrassing, yet thrilling, and once again my juices began flowing. The trip seemed to influence me in a way I wasn't used to. After the rejection by John, I am now spending time in close contact with my fast growing son, which has made me horny... It was an unfamiliar experience that frightened me.

Suddenly, I realized that Nick opened his eyes and saw me eyeing his frontal bulge. My face flushed, and I was speechless. He smiled, "Sorry, Mom. I need to go to the bathroom." As he left, I started dressing up.

The first 2 days, we were supposed to spend sailing toward our first destination, Samana, the Dominican Republic. The day was warmer than usual, so I wore a summer skirt with short sleeved blouse.

Nick came out 20 minutes later, saw me, and whistled, "Mom, you look gorgeous."

"Thank you, honey. Now get dressed and let's have breakfast. I need my morning coffee."

He put on a T shirt and his customary shorts, and we went on the veranda. Half the tables were already occupied by other guests. The sea looked smooth and inviting, and the ample breakfast menu made me hungry. Nick pigged on a large omelet, cold cuts, and cheeses, while I had cereal, scrambled eggs, and coffee.

As we ate, the captain notified us that the meteorologist predicted nice weather during the day and a slim chance of rain at night.

The day turned hot, and I told Nick I wished to go to the pool. He said he wanted to read the sports after-game reports, but would join me in half an hour. I put on my white bikini and realized that some of the 3 pounds I had gained since the last time I wore it went into my boobs. My breasts struggled to stay inside my bra, but protruded upward, enhancing my cleavage. If the other bikini had been one size bigger, I'd use the other one, but both were the same size. I sighed, knowing well my bosom would attract people's attention.

I climbed the stairs and went onto the deck. Several passengers sat down, drinking cocktails, and chatting. I removed the swimsuit cover, put on a large straw hat and sunglasses, and sat down to tan. Behind the large framed sunglasses, I observed 3 men ogling my body; a good sign that even at 40, guys found my body appealing. Hiding behind the dark glasses, I inspected the 3 men. One was an old, about 70 something, skinny, bald dude, which didn't look interesting. The second was a good looking, middle aged with hair that began to whiten on his temples. He was in a good shape, sat not too far from me, and desperately attempted to catch my eyes. I suspected he thought I was alone on the trip and wished to join me. I had the urge to smile at him, but didn't want him to sit on the empty chair by my side, which I had reserved for Nick. The third guy was about my son's age. He was about 6', with long hair, muscular, and was sitting with a young girl leaning on his shoulder. I laughed inside: His eyes unabashedly explored my body up and down without his girl noticing. I took a deep breath, unintentionally (?) bringing my tits front and up. All 3 men seemed to notice. I bet if I was by myself and in the mood, I could have gotten each of them. This thought raised my confidence and warmed my heart, giving it a boost after the way my husband treated me at home.

As my brain was enjoying the attention I got from the 3 guys, Nick showed up. He had a Speedo on. It was tight and couldn't hide the long penis. He looked masculine and exceptionally handsome. I wasn't the only one thinking that way: 2 ladies had their eyes on him since he arrived and until he took his place beside me.

He commented, "Good; both the Lakers and the Giants won. Mom, your skin is becoming red. How about sunblock lotion?"

"Good idea. Will you do my back?"

He chuckled, "I see a few men around who would be happy to fulfill this highly demanding job. Are you sure you wish ME to do it?"

"Nicky, shut up, and do it, or I'll beat you up." I lowered the lounge chair to be flat and lay on my stomach.

He grabbed the lotion from my bag and started spreading it on my neck and then on my back. His strong, large palms were surprisingly tender, and the circular motion felt sensual. I moaned with pleasure, wanting it to continue forever.

Nick muttered, "I am done, but you seem to like it. If you care for a massage, I can do it later in the room."

I murmured, "Your magic hands relax my muscles, and it feels fantastic."

He whispered, "One of my girlfriends taught me how to rub a back in a way that would be both effective and enjoyable."

"Honey, it's a deal!"

After he finished, I smeared additional lotion on my front, with now 5 guys eyeing me doing it. Geez, my juices started flowing again... What is it? How come I was getting horny so easily? Was it the lack of passion at home that woke up? The sailboat aura? I was at a loss and needed a release. I went into the pool, hoping the cool water would calm my nerves. It helped somewhat, though the multiple eyes that followed me didn't make it easy.

Nick entered the small pool 10 minutes later and stayed by the edge, glancing at me. I felt naughty and sprinkled his face. He laughed. I jumped on him and wrapped my legs around his waist, saying, "You are my prisoner now. Better beg for mercy."

He hugged me, crushing my front into his muscular body, and muttered, "And what will you do if I do not give up?"

"I'll stay on top of you until you surrender."

He whispered, "Mom, I love to feel your soft body against mine."

I didn't doubt his words: My tits pressed on his chest, and there was no way he wouldn't feel my hardened nipples. I grinned at him, "Honey, you are very naughty."

He winked, "I agree, and you are not in a hurry to get free."

"Are you hitting on me?..."

"Will you give me a chance if I do?"

I giggled, "Nicky, on the boat I feel like another person. I am relaxed and feel we left the moral code on Miami's shore. I am so happy here with you."

He gazed at me strangely, yet remained quiet. I freed his waist and moved to the opposite edge, staring at my son. For a moment I got the impression his gaze turned lusty, but seconds later, he shut his eyes.

I knew Nick and I were playing with fire, yet for some reason, rather than making me anxious, it heightened my mood. It definitely wasn't the 'old' me.

After an hour and a half, I told Nick I was going back to the room to shower and then rest. He smirked, "Do you want me to do your back?"

I smiled, "Being naughty again, aren't you? No, I do not need you to soap my back, but later, if you care to massage my back, I'll be happy to oblige."

"With pleasure."

I walked to our room. Who was I kidding? I sashayed toward our quarters, pretending to be oblivious to the multiple eyes that surveyed my rear.

I undressed, washed the swimsuit, and entered the shower. A hot shower was always one of my favorite activities. I couldn't get out of my mind the hungry eyes that explored every inch of my body on the deck. I felt young and desired again; a feeling I forgot about years ago...

The lunch buffet had a variety of salads, fish, and sandwiches. Tasty dishes! After finishing, we returned to our room. I slept for almost an hour while Nick watched TV. When I woke up, I felt a mild pain in my shoulder. I scratched it and must have grimaced because Nick said, "Shoulder pain? It reminds me that there is a massage in store for you. Care to have it now?"

I grinned, "Perfect timing."

"I'll go to the bathroom while you remove your top and lie on your belly on a large towel. I'll bring the oily stuff when you are ready."

I did as instructed and closed my eyes, waiting for his hands to soothe my body. Nick put on soft music. He stood before my head, spread oil on his hands, and placed them on my shoulders. The oil was warm, with a floral smell, and was pleasant. Nick's palms rubbed the thick liquid onto my muscles, making me groan and feel bliss. Then he sat by my side, and his fingers massaged my middle back on both sides of my spine. It was heavenly. My body relaxed, and I felt lightheaded. My son's skillful hands kneaded my skin, as he searched for knots, and then gently caressed it in a highly erotic way. Through my daze, I felt I was getting aroused by his touch.