Would she EVER contemplate sex with him? What would be the consequences if he tried and she didn’t consent? More importantly, what would be the consequences if she DID?
Whereas Daniel struggled with repressing his desires to have Emily, Sarah was trying to convince herself that being attracted to her son was all right. The idea of being sexually enticed by Michael was totally foreign to her and not somewhere she wanted to go willingly. For the moment, she accepted the fact she saw Michael in forbidden ways and convinced herself she would never act upon those thoughts. The problem was Michael’s mutual attraction to Sarah and his eagerness to prove it.
Michael approached his mom about the possibility of them going out on the large tandem jet ski and she quickly agreed. He saw it as serving two purposes. One, he would be alone with her and, two, it would give Emily plenty of time to be with their dad.
“Who’s driving?” Sarah asked Michael.
“Oh, you are. You need to learn how to handle these things.”
“You don’t value your life very much?”
Michael grinned and said, “I’ll be hanging on.”
Little did Sarah know just how literally her son meant that. Wearing her new two-piece suit, she and Michael walked to the beach and prepared the jet ski. Sarah took her seat in the front and Michael climbed on behind her, placing his hands on her bare midriff.
“Let’s go,” he told her.
Sarah gingerly accelerated, maneuvering around the few buoys that marked the safe swimming areas. Soon, the speed picked up and they were skimming across the smooth water directly away from the beach.
“You’re good at this,” Michael said loudly above the roar of the motor.
“Good teacher,” she shouted back.
People on the beach began to become specks. No other jet skis or boats were in sight. Michael decided to test the waters. His hands moved around to Sarah’s stomach and then upward until reaching the bottom of her breasts. He hugged her tightly as the jet ski bounced along.
Sarah slowed. Michael’s fingers lightly touched the outside of her bathing suit top. He let the breasts rest in his palms.
The jet ski came to a stop.
“Michael, you’re supposed to be…,” Sarah started to say.
“Can anybody see us?”
Sarah glanced back at the beach. “I can’t even make out the people.”
“Good,” Michael replied.
His right hand slid inside the top onto her breast. He felt the nipple, then squeezed the tit tenderly.
“Michael, stop.”
“You bought this suit for me, didn’t you?” he asked, continuing to massage her tit.
“I did not,” she lied.
“I like it. A lot.”
She breathed a sigh of relief when his hand left her breast, only to descend down her stomach to her waist and beyond. His fingers slid across the bottom of her suit until finding her pussy. Michael felt the warmth and grinned to himself.
“Have you ever wanted to cum in public in the middle of the Gulf?” he asked.
“Michael!” she exclaimed. “We better get back.”
“Not yet.”
His hand was inside the suit. Michael felt a patch of short, thin hair above her pussy. Then, a finger slid into the opening; the very wet opening.
“No, please,” she begged.
“Stand up and lean against the handlebars.”
Every muscle in Sarah’s body resisted, along with the voice inside her head. Michael was afraid her hesitation would end in defeat. Several seconds passed.
Sarah stood; her knees slightly bent. She leaned forward.
Michael found her clit and began to stroke it. Sarah’s body stiffened.
“You really are very sexy in that new suit,” he said softly. “I’m sure every man on the beach wants you.”
Moisture gathered on his finger as he rubbed her clit and inserted the finger deeper into her pussy. Sarah felt Michael’s hard cock against her ass. If only she could see it and touch it, she thought silently. His free hand now clutched at a tit and squeezed the nipple. Surges of pleasure raced through every part of her body.
They both listened intently for the sounds of an approaching craft, but all they heard were Sarah’s moans of delight. Michael rubbed harder and faster. The top of her suit was pulled off one breast, which he manipulated excitedly. Sarah realized it was too late to stop. There was no use begging, nor did she want to.
Michael felt his mother’s body start to quiver. Two fingers were now inside her. Then he returned to her clit and stroked it harder. It felt like his cock was extending out of his Speedo, but he never took his hands off Sarah.
“Cum for me,” he urged.
Sarah couldn’t speak. Between her legs and in her stomach, she felt the imminent eruption. She gripped the handlebars until her knuckles hurt. Then…she came.
Her cries went unheard except by Michael. Only he felt the shaking of her entire body as orgasm after orgasm flowed through her. He held a tit in his hand and caressed her clit between his fingers before rubbing it some more. Sarah muttered something Michael couldn’t make out, but she never stopped cumming. If it had gone on much longer, he was afraid his cock would explode from repeatedly sliding across her tight ass.