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"Man, the old fart outdid himself on this one, didn't he? It's really different."

It was. It didn't look like one of Paul's motel at all. There was a chromous glint about it that made the plushness gaudy instead of rich. They stood in the dining room and looked through an expanse of glass at the Atlantic and fishing boats bobbing whitely on the blue.

There was a terrace and lanai section surrounding a large swimming pool. A wing of the building wrapped around it, and the beach was beyond. The pool was full of water, blue and peaceful under the sun.

"Damn, that's what I want! Come on, Mom!"

He grabbed her hand and thrust open a sliding door and hauled her to the edge of the pool. He kicked his shoes off and stripped to his shorts. She couldn't help looking at the compact bulge of his prick.

"Come on, Mom-let's swim. Hell, the owners have to be the first."

She started to protest. With a juvenile cackle, he put his hand in the middle of her back and pushed. She sprawled into the water with a founting splash, sank to the bottom, came up sputtering, her hair plastered to her head.

"Roger, you little brat!" she cried.

She saw him laughing like a carefree child. He spun off the edge of the pool and splashed water and surfaced with a yowl of animal joy. He started coming after her.

Something sparked inside Vera. The Worries and tensions of the past days lifted from her and left her feeling light and free, as if she were a teenage girl again, being chased.

She turned in the water and squeaked and swam away from him, and the chase was an. She was a good swimmer, fast and sleek, but the clothing hampered her badly. She felt his hand clasp around her ankle. He pulled her backwards, and her head went under. She came up sputtering right in front of him.

"That wasn't fair!" she cried, laughing, the first time in days. "My legs got all tangled in my dress, or you'd never have caught me!"

He looked at her. She stopped laughing and felt her pulse hammer. The thin dress was plastered wetly to her body, and her sharp tits punched towards him. She could see the gleam of his white shorts under the silvery surface.

"Then take it off, Mom," he said huskily.

"Oh, Roger…" she started, glancing around. She felt exposed. But there was nothing but the new building around her and the sky overhead and the empty beach to the east.

He reached for her, his arms going around her, his fingers finding the zipper at her back. "It's not like we're strangers any more, Mom," he said.

She stood there in waist-high water and let him peel her dress from. her tits. He looked down at them. They gleamed in the sunlight, fresh and alive with silvery droplets, young and firm and healthy.

He cupped them in his hands. She felt his prick stiffen and move against her thighs, and then she realized his shorts were off. He pushed her dress down, hooking his thumbs into her panties.

"Roger, don't…" she whispered. But she lifted her legs in the water and clung to his neck and watched him roll the sopping garments from her feet.

She half floated on her back. His hands were against her neck and her butt, supporting her. Her fits mounded just out of the water, and little waves tugged at them sensitively and made her nipples shoot towards the sun.

He lifted her butt, and water flowed from her hips and over her pussy between her thighs. He dipped his head and took her wet pubes and the flesh of her pussylips into his mouth and flicked at her twat with his tongue.

"Oh, God…" she moaned softly, feeling her cunt open and expand and grow wet inside.

Her whole body was on horizontal display for him. Her legs seemed to float apart and open as if pulled that way by the water. He waded towards the edge of the pool, and she hooked her elbows in the gutter rim, her head out of the water and her body floating straight out.

Roger looked at her, up and down, his face slack. "God, you're beautiful, Mom," he said softly.

He went between her outstretched legs. His hands cupped her round asscheeks, lifting slightly, so that her pussy was just out of the water. She looked down her body and saw the way her cuntlips had bloated and spread apart. She could see her cunt at the top of the cleft. It was stiff and pink and throbbing. The water had made her pubes transparent so that they hid nothing of her cunt.

Roger put her thighs over his shoulders and squatted in the water. His head was just in the vee of her crotch. He gazed at her open cunt, and she knew he could see the pink tissues suck and quiver with the terrible excitement in her body.

"Roger, don't… somebody might be watching..

"There's nobody here, Mom. And I wouldn't stop now for anything."

He dipped forward. His tongue brushed over her gash. He made it flat and then lapped up the center of her trembling split. He flicked her cut with the tip of it, then opened his mouth wide and covered her whole cunt with his soft, warm, sucking lips.

"Ohhhhhh, my God!" Vera cried, tossing her head back, squeezing her eyes shut against the sun. She saw orange through her eyelids. A whole world of hot orange.

Electric jolts shot through her with each massaging press, each flick, each pointed stab of his tongue. It was the first time he'd sucked her cunt. It was the first time anyone had sucked her cunt in eons, because Paul hadn't liked to muff-dive.

She'd forgotten how good it was. She'd been barely conscious of Dalton's eating her out because of the wild turmoil of that night, but there was no turmoil now.

There was the floating sensation the water gave her. There was the bright sun and the blue sky and the limitless ocean. And there was the feeling of love and closeness with her son as he licked and sucked at her trembling, flowing pussy.

She wanted him to stop. She felt very strange, being in the open. She wanted to get to a bed at least, somewhere cozier. She wanted to wrap her arms around his body and hold him tightly while the-good sensations tingled through her pussy.

She put her hand to his head to push him away. She nearly sank in the water, and she clutched his head to her snatch instead, letting out a long moan when his tongue stabbed deep into her quaking cunt.

"Ohhhhh, Roger-it's wonderful! You're going to make me come, darling! Oh, don't make me come like this! Take me to one of the rooms and let me lie on a bed!"

He didn't stop. He cupped her butt in his hands and ate at her pussy. When she tried to pump her hips up against his face and fuck back, there was no resistance to the water.

There was nothing she could do but float and accept the sensations he gave her and let them build in her body.

God, it was good. She shuddered and moaned and felt the waves suck and pull at her tits, like gentle hands caressing them. She realized again what a rut she had fallen into with Paul. They only fucked. They never did anything else. It wouldn't be that way with her son, because he could fuck her in any position and suck her pussy and do all the inventive things youngsters did.

Her hips twisted in his hands. She felt her orgasm coming. She couldn't possibly hold it back, not as long as he kept up the wonderful tonguing of her pussy.

His tongue was like a mobile prick. It could fuck into her box quickly, pushing the soaked, silken tissues aside, sinking deep. It could flick at her cut and make the mini-cock vibrate with unbelievable sensation.

It could flatten against the muscular, satiny mouth of her pussy and massage like a small hand, around and around, up and down. And all the while, his fingers massaged her ass and played in her deep crack and made her asshole tingle.

Her emotions began to swim. They floated inside her just the way her quivering body floated in the water. She opened her mouth and heard the sharp sighs she sent towards the sky.