My Nicky

In the previous chapters, I described my life with my husband John as deteriorating because he dedicated his time to work and neglected my needs. For my 40th birthday, I purchased 2 nonrefundable tickets on a cruise to the Caribbean Islands. As usual, he found an excuse to stay at home, and my son, Nick, volunteered to join me instead. On the boat, the two of us had a room with a queen bed. The rejection I suffered from my husband and the pleasant, relaxing atmosphere at sea led Nick and me to each other's arms, and we ended up having sex. Later, in the Dominican Republic, our intimate bond deepened.

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Nick and I woke up, watching Tortola's Road Town through the window. After a healthy breakfast, we packed a bag, and called for a taxi. My son took charge and told the driver we wanted to go to Josiah's Beach. I smiled to myself, happy I remembered to change my white bikini, which turned transparent in the water, with the green one. The drive was short and lasted 20 minutes.

As we walked toward the shoreline, Nick's deviant plan became clear: From a distance, the sandy beach looked like others in the Caribbean with around 100-150 people spread around. However, the closer we got, I noticed many of the women were topless, and multiple men were naked. I had nothing against clothing optional beaches, but here there were families with little children! As we looked for a less crowded area, I saw that the children ignored the nudity and played on the sand or swam, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

After placing the blanket on the warm sand, I saw Nicky watching me with a mischievous smile. I could read his mind and said bluntly, "Let me guess; you wish for me to lose my swimsuit. Am I right?"

He laughed and removed his clothes, remaining naked. His long flaccid penis dangled between his thighs. He didn't have to answer verbally; his action was the proof.

I looked around. In our vicinity was a young couple with both parties in the nude, and 2 single naked men, both about 15 feet from us in different directions. There were no minors within a 150 foot radius. My hesitation was short. Nobody knew us on the beach, and there were no children around, so why not?

I kept my bottom piece on, but unclasped my top. As I sat down, from the corner of my eye I noticed the 2 guys ogling my chest. I ignored them and glanced at Nick. He sat near me and whispered, "Last night I dreamed about you exposing your gorgeous tits in public. Thanks for making my day."

I grinned, "You are such a pervert. Why would a son wish for strangers to ogle his mother's breasts?"

"It's simple: Your figure is stunning. Your tits are to die for, and I am proud to be your lover. If you take a look at the 2 guys who stare at you, you'll notice that both started sporting an erection."

Instead of focusing on these 2 men, I gazed at Nicky's cock, which began rising as well. I giggled, "Honey, you've seen and even played with my boobs already. Why are you getting hard?"

"Because seeing your stiff nipples arouses me, and watching the other guys' reaction just adds fuel to my fire."

We sat for 15 minutes, soaking the warm sun rays, and then strolled on the shore toward the rocks area to look for nice shells. We found plenty of them but elected to keep only the most impressive 5. We returned to our blanket to realize that during our absence, a few more people had taken place nearby. Among the new arrivals were several men whose eyes inspected my jiggling tits unabashedly. Nicky seemed to enjoy the attention I was getting as his pecker stood at half mast...

I pulled the sunblock lotion and began spreading it on my neck. Nick muttered that if I needed help, he was ready. Knowing him, he would have done my back and legs, but would attempt to do my girls in public as well. I politely refused.

He pulled 2 padel rackets and a small ball from the bag and challenged me to a game of beach padel ball. I wasn't aware he brought the equipment from the ship.

The last time I played something similar was 20 years earlier, occasionally playing tennis with his father. I stood up and we began hitting the ball at each other. In the beginning, Nick was very good at aiming the ball at my racket, but after a few minutes, his shots were directed more to my sides or above me. It took me a short time and a single glance at his groin to understand his intention: He enjoyed my jumps and watching my tits bounce all over the place. I pretended not to notice, and continued playing, patiently waiting to see how aroused he'd get. Once his organ was pointing straight up, I claimed to be tired and suggested we go to the water. He gentlemanly agreed. I ran to the warm, waveless water and felt wonderful. Nicky followed me. As I was neck-high in the water, Nick hugged and then kissed me. He placed my legs around his body and played with my tits. I became horny and squeezed his organ. It shot up and reached my ass. Was he in the mood for shenanigan right here?

I blurted, "Nicky, we are both aroused, but you should know that sex in sea water is not the same as on the bed or even in pool water. Many years ago, your father and I did it in Florida. There are 2 issues: The water dilutes the natural lubrication, and any injury, even a minor one, burns in seawater."

He smiled, "I am willing to take the risk if you are."

"I am horny too. Go ahead, but take it easy, PLEASE..."

He moved sideways the panties' bottom, placed the helmet at my opening, and gingerly progressed forward. To my amazement, there was enough lubrication to facilitate his entrance. Could it be that his large cock acted like a cork plug, not letting the lube mix with the seawater? I wasn't sure, but I cared less about the reason; I was happy the penetration was painless. We French kissed, and I began riding him. Gradually, my horniness took over, and I intensified my pace. Then Nicky started countering and pinching my nipples. I climaxed right then and there, enjoying the act immensely, oblivious to the creeping pain the constant grinding caused. Nick came soon after and bailed out. As I was coming down from my high, I felt the burning sensation in my coochie. I urged my son to get out of the water. He helped me out. Once I sat on the blanket, he wrapped the large towel around me, shielding my body from onlookers, as I washed my cunt with fresh water. The pain slowly subsided.

We stayed on Josia's Beach until the afternoon and then returned to the ship.

We showered briefly, slept for an hour, and ate dinner on the veranda, watching the awesome sunset. Then we moved back to the room.

As I was ready to put on a nighty, Nick said, "I ate dinner, but I am still thirsty."

"Would you like a soda, tea?"

He chortled, "Neither. I wish to drink your nectar."

I smiled, "What am I going to do with you? Do you ever think of anything other than sex?"

"Not since our first time. Your naked body floats before my eyes each time you are dressed. And I am really in the mood for your tasty juices."

"In that case, I recommend 69. That way, my sore vagina will get a short rest, yet both of us will have fun."

"Deal!"

He placed me supine on the bed, knelt by my head, and slowly kissed his way from my lips to my tits, navel, and ultimately reached his final destination, my cunt. The 5 minutes it took him to arrive at my vulva, I was already drenched down there. He milked my secretions hungrily, making loud sucking noise.

At the same time, I caressed his engorged member lightly, tantalizing him momentarily before taking him between my lips. After grabbing almost all of his shaft into my oral cavity, I sucked him gently, timing his climax with mine. As my orgasm was pending, my mouth worked his cock furiously, forcing his ejaculation only seconds after I reached my peak. Cumming as his lava poured down my throat was something I learned to love long ago, and renewing this craving was fantastic!

After our satisfying oral act, we slept uninterrupted the whole night.

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Early the following morning, after getting down at St. Thomas, USA Virgin Islands, we took a taxi to the embarkation place for the Skyride to Paradise Point. The perfect weather gave us a unique view of the city below and the lovely bay. We stayed there for an hour, enjoying the panorama, and then went down, having lunch in Charlotte Amelie.

After lunch we visited Coral World Ocean Park. It's a 5 acres marine park with multiple areas showing different marine life creatures from sharks, to turtles, crabs, and colorful fish. The organization of the place and variety of species were impressive.

We returned to the boat, knowing tomorrow was our last day. I felt Nicky was great during the trip, and my love for him was beyond expectations. I kissed him tenderly and said, "Darling, the whole trip you were a perfect companion and lover. You deserve a prize for being so nice. What would you like it to be?"

He stared at me for a long time, then I saw him blush, and he lowered his gaze to the floor. I inquired, "What is it?"

His flush deepened, "Never mind, I'll think of something else."

I noted the tent in his shorts and knew it was something sexual. Until now he hadn't shown embarrassment telling me about his wishes, so what could it be this time? Then I smiled, thinking I knew what it was all about.

"Nicky, let me guess. Your mysterious wish is sex related. Am I right?"

"Yes..."

"And you want me anally..."

He continued to look down and did not react.

I chuckled, "Honey, when Dad and I were engaged, he convinced me to have anal sex. The first time was initially slightly hurtful, but later it turned into a pleasant experience. We repeated it several times after the wedding, and we both loved the position. The last time I had anal penetration was many years ago, and I remember it fondly. I'd like to experiment with you too, but your dick is much thicker than your father's, so I'll do it only if you promise to be patient, go slow, and use lots of lubrication."

He looked at me lovingly and his eyes brightened, "Mom, I'll do my best. If at any time you wish to stop, just say the word."

"OK, honey. Let me go to the bathroom and get cleaned. I'll be back in 15."

When I was back, Nick was eyeing me as if I was a ripe fruit, ready to be eaten. His stare said it all; his greatest fantasy was about to materialize. I smiled at him, though deep inside I was scared of his size.

I went toward him, stood on my toes, and kissed his lips. His hands found my tits and rubbed them before his right one moved south toward my genitals. I massaged his already tumescent pole, feeling it pressing against me and beginning to grind my belly. His gifted fingers worked magic on me, and not long after, my arousal moved up quickly. Nicky sensed it, placed me on my knees and elbows, with a large cushion for my head. He gently parted my knees, knelt in between, and inserted his cock into my wet pussy. The familiar feeling of my tunnel being filled to the rim moved my horniness to the roof. He started ramming his phallus in and out at an accelerated speed, while pinching lightly my sensitive nipples. He waited to hear me moan. Seconds after hearing it, a warm liquid was poured onto my crack, and his fingers smeared it on my perineum and around my puckered hole. Subsequently, his index finger began circling my anus, slowly closing in on his target. His tender touch was pleasant. Next, the finger poked lightly on my anus, and shortly after, penetrated inside. It didn't hurt, and then I felt him alternating the in and out motion of his cock and finger. The steady grinding was making me hornier, and I heard myself groaning louder. The finger started moving circularly in my anal canal, slowly dilating the orifice, until a second finger was pushed in. I felt no pain, but pressure, enjoying the double penetration. I countered his movements for a moment before his penis left my pussy, and the 2 fingers left my ass.

Then his organ was gingerly being shoved against my back hole. In the beginning it was pleasurable, with the spongy head easily going in. As the shaft began moving in, my sphincter slowly widened, trying to accommodate the new invader. The huge width of Nick's organ threatened to rip it, and I felt excruciating pain. I held my breath, praying to god for mercy, and when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, the monster crossed the barrier and slid right in. Nick must have known I was hurting because he stopped moving, and waited for my reaction and my anus to adjust to his large size.

The overwhelming pain gradually diminished, and the abundant lubrication helped to reduce my pain. My rectum felt overfilled, and slowly, the torture shifted into a milder, rather pleasurable pain. I started riding him gently, noticing that it calmed my pain and increased my arousal. I rode faster. Nick got the message, and his tool pounded my ass, initially at a snail's pace, but soon his rhythm increased. The pain had completely disappeared after a couple of minutes, and my horniness skyrocketed.

I lasted less than a minute before shuddering and orgasming powerfully. It was the first time I climaxed without my pussy or clitoris being touched. It was a very different peak than ever before, and then I felt myself squirting. Oh, my dear god!...

I was cumming nonstop for a long time with my butt impaled by his massive dick. After what felt like hours, 2 of Nick's fingers entered my pussy, and a thumb pressed against my clitty. It was so unbelievably wonderful, that I couldn't keep myself on all 4 and fell on the mattress, whimpering. Nick continued hammering my ass as he leaned on me for support. I was crushed between his heavy body and the soft mattress, unable to move, yet feeling heavenly. Eventually his prick spasmed, and my bowels got flooded with his sperm. His drilling continued for a while, and then gradually his penis shrank and he moved out.

I rested on my abdomen for 10 minutes and then rushed to the bathroom to clean up. As I exited, Nicky waited for me. He hugged me in bed and asked in a concerned voice, "Mom, are you OK?"

I grinned at him, "Honey, your huge thingy almost tore me apart. It hurt a lot as you entered my ass, but later, everything you did was on the money. I loved your patience and action after you got in. Hopefully, by now, my sphincter has learned to dilate faster, and next time it will respond more positively to anal sex."

He kissed me and mumbled, "I sensed when it hurt you and was ready to call it quits, but then it got in, and seeing you didn't cry or attempt to kill me, I continued... Thanks. I absolutely loved it."

I caressed his cheek, "Nicky, the latter part was amazingly pleasant, and to prove my point, it was my first squirting ever."

That night we slept spooning.

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The following morning, we disembarked in San Juan, Porto Rico. We thanked the Wind Star crew, took our luggage, and left the ship.

Several hours later, we were on the plane back home. On the flight, Nick and I decided to keep our Caribbean affair a secret.

We arrived home as planned, Sunday afternoon. John wasn't home. I put stuff in the laundry, and at 6:30 pm, when John hadn't arrived yet, we ate dinner. By 7:30, Nick told me he had to go back to his dorm because on Monday he was supposed to be at school early. I was furious that John wasn't home yet, but smiled at my son, and said, "Honey, it's all right. I'll tell Dad you had to leave and said hi."

John entered the front door at 8:30 pm. I stared at him quietly. He looked confused, "Hi Sally. What are you doing here TODAY? I expected you to be here tomorrow and welcome you with flowers."

I pointed at the calendar, where it was scribbled that we were returning on Sunday. He mumbled, "I am so sorry. I messed up." He moved toward me, trying to kiss me, but I walked away, blurting, "Look, you have too many excuses. I am going to sleep."

The next morning, when I woke up, John had already gone to work.

At noon, my phone rang. It was Nicky. "Hi darling, is everything OK?"

"Not really. I miss you terribly."

"Honey, I love you and still recall our good time on the trip."

"I want to see you."

"When do you plan to come here?"

"That's not what I meant. I want YOU, not you and Dad. I want to touch and feel you again."

"I'll try to come in 2 weeks. How is that?"

"No. The upcoming weekend."

"I can't. How would I explain it to Dad?"

"Tell him your girlfriend needs your help to prepare a surprise party for her husband."

"Nicky, you are complicating my life..."

"Mom, I cannot be here without you. I couldn't sleep last night: My mind went berserk without you around."

"... OK, I'll find an excuse and be there Friday evening, but we cannot stay at your dorm. Book a motel room until Sunday."

"Mom, you are the bestest mother-lover ever!"

The whole week, John and I rarely saw each other, and Friday afternoon I was on my way to meet Nicky. My heart was fluttering, anxious to feel young and desired again. He didn't disappoint. Until I left, 2 days later, we hardly left our room. Except for grabbing food, and once going shopping for new clothes for Nick, we were sexcapading much of the time. As I was leaving, I had tears in my eyes, "Honey, I didn't come here because YOU asked me. I did it because I missed you and your amazing body too. It's hard to leave..."

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Epilog.

Nick and I continued meeting in motels near his college almost every weekend. Our bond deepened substantially. John never bothered asking questions and seemed to be concentrated on his job. Was I sure that another woman wasn't involved? No, but I didn't care. My love for him turned into annoyance and even disgust.

Eight months after the Caribbean trip, I filed for a divorce. John didn't argue or fight it. We divided our wealth half and half, with John getting the house. As the divorce was finalized, I rented an apartment near Nick, and he moved in with me. The connection with John became sparse, and he never showed interest or visited.

Nick finished college slightly over a year later, and joined an engineering firm not far from the apartment. We lived like a married couple for about 3 years. When Nick was at work, I registered for a local health club and yoga classes in the afternoons, and during the mornings, I had a habit of strolling around, saying hi to the other regulars.

In the months that followed, Nick was trying hard to impress his boss, and worked long hours. I understood his motivation to succeed and never complained, but now I had more hours by myself.

One morning, as I sat on a bench in front of the pond, a middle aged guy with a cute mini schnauzer approached me. He introduced himself, "Hi, my name is Bernie, and my 4 year old dog is Milo. Sorry to bother you. Milo and I walk here twice a day, and see you strolling here daily at the same time in the morning. Each time Milo sees you approaching, he pulls me hard toward you, something he never does with other walkers. The previous times I pulled him away from your track, but today I couldn't resist..."

I looked at the small dog, which wiggled his tail, signaling he was happy to be near me, and smiled, "That's OK, Bernie. I apologize that I have nothing to offer Bernie, but next time I'll bring a piece of cheese."

"It will be nice, but you don't have to do it. He gets enough food at home. Anyway, I'll leave you be. Have a good day." I glanced at Bernie distancing. He was about 6' with a head full of hair that began to turn gray at his temples. He was having on a short sleeved shirt and seemed to be in good shape. I wondered if the dog really made Bernie come over or HE was the one who was interested. Five minutes later, I walked to my apartment and an hour later forgot about it.