J. McNab - The eager stepmother

"I told you boys on the West Coast were really something." She raised her arm to his shoulder and then around his neck as he started to kiss her again. The movement of her arm had made the bikini top bunch, opening it out so that her quivering young tits were even better displayed for his eager eyes. Tingling streaks of bliss coursed through her nipples as she watched him purposely prolong the kiss in order to examine her tits more thoroughly. When he finally had to break away, gasping a little for breath, she said, "Thank you, Daddy, for bringing us here." The look in his eyes was indescribable and just a little frightening. "Here! I'll help you mix those drinks," she said, laughing. "Or the ice cubes will be warmer than the liquor."

Just then Steve Birks came from upstairs. He had been industriously working on a plastic model. "Can I have a Coke, sis?" he asked.

Donna handed him both cans which she had been holding. "Give one to Barry," she said.

Steve skipped through the patio doors to where Barry was sitting beside his stepmother.

Meanwhile, Donna had slipped ice cubes into each glass and was watching her father measure out the liquor to follow. She found the tray, aware that her father's eyes were following the swaying motion of her young, firm ass. When he had placed each glass on the tray, she walked ahead of him and out onto the patio. Just knowing how easily she could arouse him had startled her, yet she found the feeling strangely erotic. It was like having a mysterious, hidden power. A moment later and she was staggered when Keith Regan reacted the same way, his eyes actually lighting up as she was leaning forward while he reached for the glass.

Later, when Scott and Keith were coaxing the barbecue into life and Donna had once again refilled their glasses, Keith held up his hands.

"Before I get more lightheaded," he said, grinning at the look on the women's faces, "I just want to say that I would like you all to spend Saturday and Sunday on my boat."

Pauline Harper looked at him affectionately. She had spent two marvelous afternoons on the big yacht during which Keith had given her the screwing of her life. Even the swarthy captain, who was Mexican or Spanish, and the boy steward who was an Oriental of some kind, had failed to dampen her enthusiasm, although she was never sure whether or not they had been aware of what was going on below deck. Both men had silently given her a knowing look when she and Keith had finally come on deck and stretched out to enjoy the sun.

"That's very nice of you," said Scott. "You didn't have to do that, you know, just because we wanted you here. Are you sure it won't be too much trouble?"

"Hell, no. I don't use it that much, and now I know why. You need people around you to enjoy yourself, and besides, I may as well get something out of that old tub. Its sure an expense keeping it."

"Wait till you see it," quipped Pauline, who couldn't wait to see the children's reaction. "It's not my idea of an old tub. I'd call it a big yacht."

The following Saturday, when they were all on board and had finished their admiring appraisal of the big yacht, Steve was delightedly perched on the flying bridge with Captain Rodriguez Cavalles, whom Keith had introduced as Rod. The tall, well-built Mexican was swarthy, as Pauline had described him, but the white knit shirt and matching slacks were impeccably spotless. His trim black beard gave him a virile appearance that immediately disturbed Robin, who found she couldn't take her eyes away from him. So much so that when she and Pauline appeared in their bikinis, ready to sunbathe, she was a little jealous that he appeared only to have eyes for Pauline. She assured herself it was only due to the fact that he had already met the voluptuous Pauline before, and she proceeded to make him notice her.

"Be sure and tell Steve if he gets in your way," she said, climbing up onto the bridge beside the captain, who was cautiously guiding the big yacht through a maze of other craft and jetties.

"I'll enjoy having him up here," he said, failing to even turn his head after she spoke.

"I just don't want him to get in your way."

The tan Mexican glanced at the boy and grinned. "He won't be in the way."

Robin gave up and joined the others on the after deck where the Chinese teen, whose name was Ling, had set little tables and chaise lounges.

"Your pleasure, Madame?" he asked as she chose one of the cots and proceeded to ease herself onto it.

"I'll have gin and tonic," she said, flashing him a smile as she realized he was taking her all in as she settled herself. For some mason he had brought back her confidence as an attractive woman.

Later on, however, her confidence was bolstered again as she caught Keith Regan openly admiring her. "A penny for your thoughts," she said, grinning back at him.

"I was thinking how grateful I should be for having met your husband." When Robin looked at him questioningly, he went on. "That allowed me to meet you, and that in turn led me to Pauline. I wouldn't be lying if I said I think you are two of the most attractive women I have ever met." He remembered Donna, who was sharing a large blanket with Barry just below the bridge. The teenagers were lying on their stomachs, their shoulders together and one hand entwined in the other's. "And of course that led to meeting Scott's daughter, a very beautiful young woman." Just the thought of the young girl was all he needed to make his cock stiffen fully inside his shorts, and he slowly crossed his legs. It was going to be a rather miserable two days with no opportunity to screw Pauline unless he could join her during the night when everyone else was asleep.

That evening, however, when the yacht was carefully anchored and they were all relaxing after a wonderful dinner consisting of lobster and everything else imaginable, followed by a choice of delicious wines, all beautifully served by the expert Ling, the soothing effects of the food and the evening seeped into each of them. The ship was in a cove, near the shore, which appeared to be uninhabited, a gentle lifting and falling of the tide making everyone sleepy and yet yearning for something else.

Around midnight, Keith Regan stretched and said, "Now's a perfect time for a swim."

Robin, who was still feeling the effects of too much wine, laughed. "Ideal place for skinny dipping," she allowed thoughtfully, her eyes staring at the shoreline which was just visible in the light from the stars.

Keith watched her admiringly. "No reason why you shouldn't."

It was Donna who sat up, startled out of her own reverie brought on by the three gasses of wine she should never have had. "You wouldn't, Robin!"

Robin turned and stared at her stepdaughter pensively. "I would if you would, Donna," she said, her voice soft and almost husky.

A silence fell around the group onboard as Donna nervously looked towards a door leading to the galley and from which were emanating the muffled conversation of the captain and Ling, as well as the rattle of dishes which were obviously being put away.

"I doubt if Rod or Ling would see anything they haven't seen before," laughed Keith, the pain in his balls almost unbearable at the thought of seeing the exquisite teenager completely naked.

"And I will if you and Robin do," added Pauline, the itching around the lips of her cunt unbearable now that there was a possibility Keith would fuck her. All along she had thought the possibility unlikely with so many onboard.

Robin got to her feet, swinging her long shapely legs off the chaise lounge. "I'll check on Steve," she said, deciding the boy must have fallen asleep on a bunk below deck. He had been exhausted after eating and the long, exciting trip down the coast. "Just make up your mind, Donna. You're a big girl now."

Donna watched Robin's cute round ass wiggle encouragingly as her stepmother headed for a door and disappeared through. Her tits were on fire at the thought of baring them for Keith and Barry to see. Then her eyes glanced quickly at her father and she almost fainted, the piercing streaks of ecstasy in her tits darting fleetingly like arrows to her crotch. She waited breathlessly for Robin's return, her mind stupidly going blank as the shapely Robin reappeared. A moment later, a choking sound escaping from her throat and she was staggering to her feet and facing Robin, a strange, faraway look on her face and her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps.