Gondola Ride with Mom

byHeyAll©

It's not everyday that you get to fuck your own mother. But somehow, it happened to me and we both loved it.

Let me explain:

My mother works for a fancy Las Vegas casino. Through hard work, determination, and luck (thanks to a bunch of people retiring), my mother got a big promotion.

Her primary goal was to oversee the expansion of a new gondola attraction ride, which was meant to bring in more couples.

She explained it in more detail a few weeks before the ride was set to open, as we sat in the living room at home together.

"A gondola ride," she said. "You don't know what that is?"

"Never heard of it."

"Sure you have. You know those long slender boats that you would see in Italy. Two people would sit inside while a man would paddle the boat from behind. They move slowly down a canal."

I suddenly understood. "Oh, that, I know what you're talking about now."

"Well, we're opening one of those soon."

"In Vegas?"

"That's what makes it so special," she replied. "It's in an underground water canal beneath the hotel, with displays of Italy. It's automated, so there won't be anyone paddling it."

"Sounds romantic I guess."

"That's the idea. Just think; a slow gondola ride on the water, complete privacy, an Italian setting, and also some Italian music in the background too. Pretty cool, isn't it?"

I shrugged, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Young people these days," she replied, shaking her head. "No appreciation for the art of romance."

"Maybe with the right person," I joked. "You never know."

"That's something I'd love to see. Anyway, I'll let you know how it goes. It's my first big project and I'm very excited."

There was a genuine pride in her voice. My mother has always been a driven person, and since this was her first big project, failure wasn't an option. She was determined to make this a massive success.

***

Weeks later. I had the day off from college and my mother came down the stairs dressed in her professional attire.

She looked sharp and sassy. She looked like a corporate type, but with a style that showcased her spunky attitude. She wore an office skirt, stockings, and a buttoned up top.

Her makeup was more heavy than usual, and it looked nice. She wore red lipstick and she had extra mascara around her eyes.

It was for a purpose too. It was the day she was going to meet with the President of the Casino to discuss the upcoming grand opening of the gondola ride. And my mother was certainly dressed to impressed.

"You look great, mom."

She blushed and fixed her skirt. "Thank you."

"Ready for the big meeting?"

"I am," she replied. "And that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Sure."

"I just got off the phone with the President and he told me to bring a date. Unfortunately, I'm single. So that means you'll be my date."

Oh no, my day off was going to be ruined.

"I think the President meant to bring your boyfriend. You should have told him that you're single."

She shook her head. "I'm pretty sure my boss meant to bring someone to sit with. You see, the President gets water sickness. So he wants me to ride it, then I'll tell him my reaction. And obviously he wants me to ride with someone. Anyone. That's what he means by 'date,' since the ride is meant for two people."

"Can't you get someone else?"

She sharpened her look. "I could, but I don't want to. Overseeing the production of this ride is the crown jewel of my career. It's a big thing for me. So please, I want you to see it."

With that look on her face, I knew better than to argue with my mother. After all, she was in complete corporate mode, meaning she was unstoppable.

"Fine."

The sharp look turned into a smile. "Wonderful. Keep in mind that the ride isn't totally finished yet. It's roughly 80% complete. But there's enough there for the ride to still be a memorable experience."

"Sounds good."

"Great, now get dressed. We'll be leaving soon."

"Should I wear my swimming trunks?"

She sharpened her look again. "Haven't you been listening? This isn't a water park ride. It's a romantic boat ride on the water. You won't be getting wet, okay?"

"Relax, I was only kidding."

"Very funny, now get dressed. You'll be meeting my boss."

At that point, neither of us could have known how an innocent boat ride was going to turn into something incestuous.

***

We went to the casino and down to the ride area. The entrance looked beautiful, and there were still signs of minor construction and other things which still needed to be worked on, just like mom had said.

The President of the casino was waiting there, along with a few executives.

It was my first time ever meeting the boss. He was a large man with a jovial attitude and big smile. My mother shook his hand, along with the other executives.

My mother gestured to me, and I shook all of their hands too.

"This is Matt, my date," my mother said to the businessmen. "We'll be taking the first official gondola ride together."

There was a playful tone in my mother's voice, which should have alluded to the fact that I wasn't literally her 'date.' It should have been obvious that I was her son. After all, there was a 20+ year age gap between my mother and I.

However, the President of the casino didn't really get the hint. He had a surprised reaction on his face, then a big broad smile. It seemed like he legitimately thought I was mom's boyfriend, despite the age gap.

My mother sensed this and was about to make a correction, but the boss was determined to embrace our seemingly taboo relationship.

"Pleasure to meet you," the boss said to me in his loud deep voice, shaking my hand again with a massive smile on his face.

"You too, sir," I replied.

He turned to my mother, continuing his cheerful smile. "You two make such a lovely couple, Ms. Deverns. Nevermind what anyone else thinks."

My mother looked slightly mortified at the thought that I was her much younger boyfriend, and she wasn't given a chance to correct things, since the boss was such a commanding person who was used to dominating any conversation.

He continued, "Now onto business. I hear your gondola ride is looking great so far. I'd ride it myself, but I don't like boats. So you and your date have a ride. Let me know what you think."

"Yes sir."

"We've already invested a lot of money in this thing. And we plan to invest a lot more in promotions. I want our hotel to be the top destination for anyone wanting to get married, couples, and honeymooners. Heck, I want anyone in love to come to our hotel."

The boss gave a loud hearty laugh and his executives followed suit. Even my mother managed to crack a few laughs to make the boss happy.

"That shouldn't be a problem," my mother replied. "We've created something romantic for people to enjoy."

The boss nodded and grinned. "So I've heard. But I'm looking for something a little more than just romantic, if you catch my drift. With the amount of money we're spending on this, young couples should want to make babies when they're done with this ride. Older couples shouldn't need viagra anymore. Do you catch my drift?"

My mother's eyes were slightly widened and she slowly nodded. "Yes sir, I do."

"That's the spirit, Ms. Deverns. Romance is bland. We need something a little spicier. Now that'll help us sell plenty more tickets, don't you agree?"

"You've read my mind," my mother replied with a forced smile.

"Ms. Deverns, I knew there was a reason I promoted you to this job. You're a go-getter. I like that about you. Always one step ahead of the game. Now, let's get this ride started. I want your opinion on this thing."

"We'll be back in 20 minutes sir."

The President of the casino gave us big smiles, strong handshakes, and a couple of hard slaps on the shoulder. Personally, I thought he was a great guy with a major personality. But my mother had a determined look on her face.

I know my mother better than anyone. And she was in total corporate mode still. Her boss had upped the ante. The game had changed. There was a fire in my mother's eyes which showed that she was ready to do anything to succeed.

Absolutely anything.

***

Moments later, the trip began.

I sat next to my mother on the private gondola ride after mom's boss and the other executives congratulated us on being the first to test the new attraction. They waited behind for us to return in 20 minutes.

The ride itself was better than I expected.

It was exactly what mom had described: A slow moving boat ride with a very private and intimate experience. We were in an underground tunnel which was designed to look like a canal in Italy. There were models and cutouts of Italian architecture, which provided the background for the boat ride. All the while, romantic Italian music was playing on the sound speakers.

"This is pretty cool," I said.

"Not good enough."

When I looked at my mother, I saw that the fire in her eyes was still there. Her face was stern and she was still in business mode, refusing to enjoy the ride she helped oversee.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Your boss clearly doesn't know what he's talking about. He hasn't even seen all this stuff yet. He'll love it, trust me."

"I can't believe he wasn't more clear," she complained. "We discussed creating a romantic ride with all the meetings we've had. Now he wants something more erotic? Is he kidding?"

"This is romantic and erotic. Like I said, your boss hasn't even seen the ride yet. He doesn't know what he's talking about."

"True. Luckily I still have time before the opening to make all the necessary adjustments."

I shrugged. "It's up to you."

"In the meantime, I can't let them see me like this."

"Like what?"

"Disappointed," she replied. "I can't let them know that this ride is a failure."

I looked around at the displays and scenery, and I couldn't believe what my mother was saying.

"Are you serious? This ride is amazing."

"But it's not what my boss wants" she explained. "He wants something a bit sexier. And I've worked too damned hard to disappoint my boss in the weeks before the grand opening."

Arguing seemed to be useless. My mother's work ethic was both a blessing and a curse. It allowed her to succeed quickly. But at the time, like now, it seemed to cloud her judgment (at least in my opinion).

"It's your decision."

She turned to look at me, "We need to make this look romantic."

"It is romantic."

"I mean us" she said. "We need to look like this ride has given us a boost to our love life. After all, he thinks we're dating."

"I think we should have corrected him on that."

"Maybe if I could have gotten a word in, I would have. But he loves to talk. And now he's so excited to see our reactions."

"Good point," I conceded.

"You heard what he expects. He wants everyone from young couples to older couples to be aroused from this experience. He essentially wants this ride to be a libido booster."

Knowing my mother, she was headed somewhere with this.

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"I'm saying, let's make it look like we were having a good time in here. You know, like we've been making out or something."

There must have been a surprised look on my face because my mother gave me a sympathetic expression.

She continued, "Look, I know this is putting us in an awkward position, but can you please do me this favor? I've worked too hard to disappoint my boss."

There was a look of desperation on her face. I could tell how much this meant to her. How could I refuse?

After all, how difficult could this be?

"Anything. No problem."

"Wonderful," she said, smiling for the first time since the ride began. "And I want you to keep in mind that I'm not cheating my boss, or this great company. I'll be sure to make the necessary improvements later."

Even in private, my mother was still a loyal employee.

"I understand. But I still think this ride is great. Seriously, your boss will love it once you explain it to him better."

"That'll come later," she replied. "But right now, I really need to impress him."

"Okay. What do we do? Do you want me to have a big smile on my face when we get back?"

"No way. He's a man who's great at reading expressions, believe me, I've been in enough board meetings with him."

"Then what should we do?"

She tightened her lips and raised her eyebrows. "Well, I'm sure he expects us to kiss, at the very least, since he thinks we're a couple. So..."

There was a clear innuendo in my mother's voice, but she was too embarrassed to ask, even though it was obvious what she wanted.

"You want to kiss?"

She nodded. "Would that be too weird for you?"

"I... ummm..."

She touched my shoulder. "I know, this is horrible. And I'm so sorry, but just a quick touch on the lips."

Holy crap, she was serious about this.

"Aren't there security cameras in here?" I asked.

"Yes, but they aren't activated yet. No one will see us. I promise."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"It's the best way to impress him, in my opinion," she replied. "Does this make you uncomfortable? I apologize if it does. Maybe we can do something else instead? Maybe I can smear a little bit of my lipstick on you?"

"There's no way I'm letting you put lipstick on me," I said.

"Then you'll do it?" she asked with a subtle desperation in her eyes.

It was really an unbelievable moment. My typically stern and business-minded mother wanted to kiss on the lips, all for the sake of pleasing her boss. Any sane person in my situation should have refused.

But, mom or not, she's really hot. And she looked extra proper and professional that day. Who doesn't love a hot mature corporate woman?

So, I tried my best to appear unphased, like I was doing her a favor.

"I don't really have a problem with that."

She smiled, "Okay. Lips out. This will be quick."

Holy shit, it was really happening.

I sat upright and faced her. She did the same thing. Our faces were only inches apart since the boat was small. And we both leaned in for a quick (incestuous) kiss on the lips.

Before our lips could touch, she suddenly stopped and pulled back.

"I can't ruin my lipstick."

Just when I was ready for it, I was left hanging.

"You got my hopes up," I joked, trying to make light of an already awkward situation.

"Sure I did," she replied like she didn't believe me. "Like you'd actually want to kiss your own mother."

If she only knew...

"So should we just sit here and enjoy the boat ride? Let's just be honest with your boss and tell him that this ride is already awesome."

"You don't know my boss. He didn't become a billionaire by just accepting things which are 'awesome.' He only wants things which are grand. And he'll only promote people who can deliver."

"Then what should we do?"

She thought for a moment. "Well, we can't smear my lipstick since I'll look like an awful mess. But maybe we can look like we couldn't keep our hands off each other."

"Huh?"

"You know, ruffled clothes. Slightly messy hair. That sort of thing. Don't tell me you've never done anything touchy with a girlfriend."

"Of course I have."

"Would it be weird doing it with me?" she asked. "I know, boys are supposed to be grossed out by their mothers' bodies. But do you think you can help me out with this? I'll owe you big time. Please?"

First off, holy shit.

Second, I couldn't believe how oblivious my mother was to my willingness to comply. Like most milfs, my mother didn't realize that she was a milf. She never appreciated her own beauty, which was unfortunate. And now, more than ever, she needed my help.

"I'll do anything you need me to do."

She smiled, "I owe you for this. Now, ruffle my clothes. Make it look like we've been getting cozy in here."

Huh? Did she just say that?

"You want me to do what?"

Just then, she grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to her expensive suit. Suddenly, I found my hand touching her upper thigh, right on her office skirt.

"Rub all around," she said. "Make it look spontaneous and casual. Mess things up a little and I'll adjust myself before we get back. They'll think we've had an incredibly hot time together."

My hand was still on her thigh.

"Are you sure?"

"Do you not want to do this?" she asked, almost in a sad voice.

"Sure I do."

"Then what's the problem?"

Instead of responding, I squeezed my mother's fleshy thigh through the fabric of her office skirt. She has beautiful legs and a womanly body. It felt so odd touching her like that, but it's exactly what she wanted.

I rubbed up and down her thigh. It was awkward beyond belief and I fully expected her to slap me in the face at any given moment.

But the slap never came.

"That's it," she encouraged. "Both hands. Up and down. Put little creases on my skirt."

Now I was using both hands on her legs. Up and down. I did my best to wrinkle her expensive clothes, just like she wanted. There was no doubt how awesome her body was. She was a perfectly formed mature beauty.

"That's it," she said again. "Now upwards."

I looked her in the eyes. "Are you sure?"

I knew exactly what she meant. But one wrong move could get me slapped across the face. So it was best to be cautious (and respectful) about this.

"You heard me. Upwards. You have my permission."

With that, she grabbed both of my wrists and brought my hands to her semi-voluptuous breasts. I felt the expensive fabric of her clothes, the outline of her bra, and the shape of her firm round breasts.

Our eyes locked. She smiled.

I froze.

"Are you allergic to breasts?" she asked, eyebrow raised.

"No way. Of course not."

She tilted her head. "Then?"

"Oh, right."

I gave both of her boobs a light squeeze. When she didn't resist or complain (or smack me across the head) I gave an even harder squeeze. She has the most voluptuous and round breasts I had ever felt.

There was a clear difference between touching a college girl and a mature woman. And I was finding that out firsthand (literally and figuratively).

It was a dream come true for me.

My hands squeezed all around her breasts. Up. Down. And the sides. I loved the feeling and it was spellbinding. All I wanted to do was touch them. I wondered what they looked like. I wondered if I would ever see them. I wondered if I would ever touch her bare flesh.

The trance was broken when my mother spoke:

"You know, the purpose of this is to ruffle my clothes, not necessarily to feel my breasts."

There was a slight smile on her face and I knew she wasn't mad. In fact, it seemed like she was kind of enjoying this.

"Oh, sorry."

I moved my hands around and tried to mess up her shirt. I ruffled everything fast with my hands.

"That's better," she said, looking down at her messy clothes. "Now mess up my hair really quick. Not too much. Just a little."

"Sure."

I quickly messed up her hair. Not a lot. Just the amount she wanted. Then she quickly fixed her hair, but there was still a slight mess to it, which made her look even sexier.

"Now it's your turn," she said. "Do you mind if I touch you and ruffle your clothes?"

Now things were taking a different turn and I was excited for the next step in the process.

"Go right ahead."

She gave a slight smile, "Why do I get the feeling that you're enjoying this a little too much?"

"Hey, this is your crazy idea, not mine. Don't forget that I'm helping you out here."

"Fair enough. You're right. I'm sorry."

Phew... she bought it.

She positioned her body to face me and got her hands ready to touch wherever. It was an interesting moment to say the least.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Yep."

"Good. I'll start with your lower half first."

Oh shit.

Mom's hands dove right into my lower half, completely unaware of my slight erection. I should have stopped her, but she was moving around too fast.

As she ruffled my pants, I prayed that should wouldn't touch me down there, but it was too late.

Sure enough, her hand brushed against my semi-erection and she paused to look at me.

"Is that what I think it is?" she asked with a serious expression, while her hands were still on my leg.

"Sorry."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why is your penis erect?" she asked curiously.

I shrugged. "Why do you think?"

"Did it happen naturally? Was it the romantic ride... or... was it because of me? Did I do this to you?"

There was a genuine curiosity in her voice. I couldn't tell if she was upset or not, but she sincerely wanted to know.

"What did you expect?" I shrugged. "You had me rubbing your body, you know, all around."

"But I'm your mother."

"Do you think that makes a difference?"

Oops, wrong choice of words.

The damage was done. My mother's eyes slightly widened and her jaw nearly dropped. Great, now she thinks I'm some sort of incestuous pervert. Frankly, this was all her fault. She should have known that anybody in my position would have gotten hard.

Suddenly, the expression on her face shifted. The shock and curiosity seemed to disappear.

The businesswoman in my mother reappeared. The fire in her eyes came back. She was thinking something. A plan.

"Maybe we can use this to our advantage," she said.

It was clear that she wasn't mad or upset at all. Far from it. She suddenly saw this as a new opportunity.

"Huh?"

"I've read the latest research on this sort of thing," she explained. "When people orgasm, they give off pheromones and a different vibe. In other words, the 'post-orgasmic glow' is very real. And maybe we can use that."

Holy shit, yet again.

"So... are you suggesting..."

"Look, I'll owe you for this. Big time. But I need this important favor. My boss will be elated once he sees how blissful and glowing we look from the ride."

"You want me to orgasm?"

"Both of us," she clarified.

And that was the moment when the gondola ride went to a whole new level. My jaw nearly dropped.

"Umm... okay. If you think that's for the best."

"I knew you'd understand."

"So how do we start?" I asked.

There was briefly a dumbfounded look on mom's face. She clearly hadn't thought this through. She had no idea what she was doing.

She checked her wristwatch.

"Shit, 10 more minutes before the ride is over."

10 minutes? Hardly enough time. That was cutting it close. And the last thing either of us wanted was to get caught when the ride was over.

"Should we proceed? Or should we abort the plan?"

"We proceed with the plan."

With that, my mother unzipped my pants without asking. She didn't need to ask either. At that point, my erection had become stiffer. That was all the consent my mother needed. After all, my cock usually did the talking for me anyway (figuratively speaking).

A moment later, my fully erect cock was freed. Holy shit. It was actually free. During a private gondola ride. And in front of my mother of all people, who was actually staring at it.

If that wasn't weird enough, she actually reached down and stroked my cock. Fantasizing about incest was one thing. But actually experiencing it was something else entirely.

Feeling her soft hands on my shaft was bliss. She had a soft touch and she knew what she was doing. The added taboo of incest only made things so much hotter.

She stroked furiously, trying to make me cum. Then she checked her wristwatch again.

"Not enough time," she said. "We'll have to orgasm together."

"I'll make it quick."

I reached down and touched her thigh, thinking she wanted me to finger her pussy or something.

But then she swatted my hand away.

"No time for that either," she said.

She released the hold on my cock. Then she reached underneath her office skirt and pulled her panties off, placing it on the seat. My mother was now pantiless and I became stiffer.

Without warning, she stood and faced me. Then she climbed on top of me, legs spread, knees on the seat. Oh my god. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to have sex. Make love. Whatever you want to call it.

"Is this going too far?" she asked, as her open pussy was positioned just above my cock. "We can stop if it's too much."

"Mom, we're wasting time. We'll get caught if we don't hurry."

She smiled, "That's the spirit."

At that point, she held up her office skirt as she lowered her body. I held my cock upright and guided it inside of her pussy. I couldn't see her pussy that well since the tunnel had dimmed lights. But I saw enough to know that she was wet and she had nice pussy lips.

When she entered, I knew I was right. Her cunt was hot and soaking wet. It was heavenly bliss. My mother's cunt felt perfect, moist, and inviting-- the way a good mature pussy should feel. She made a slight groan when my cock went all the way inside and she was on my lap.

Our faces were only inches apart and we looked each other in the eyes, as her entire body weight was rested on my lap. There was a fully aroused look in her eyes and she was clearly enjoying this.

"Ready?" she asked.

"I was always ready for this," I joked.

"Now there's a jarring and inappropriate thought."

She thrust her hips and we were officially fucking in the gondola boat. And it felt amazing.

Who knew? My mother had an amazing pussy and she knew exactly how to use it with perfect efficiency. Her rhythm was perfect. She began going harder and faster, maintaining the same perfect rhythm. It was like she had the same work ethic for sex as she did for her job.

Her hips began to thrust so hard that the boat started rocking a little, making small waves in the water. Who knew? My mother's body was built for fucking and sexual satisfaction. I held on tight and hugged her mature body. My hands reached down and felt her firm round ass. I gave both butt cheeks a nice squeeze. God, she felt amazing.

"Today is an important lesson," she said, breathing heavy, gyrating her hips and pussy. "I'm successful because I work hard and make no excuses. I'm so glad that you're the same way."

A powerful thrust from her hips and both of us gasped for air.

"Uh huh."

Her breathing was getting heavier. "Maybe it's in our genes. Uh... We're hard workers, don't you think? Oh... Highly motivated... oh goodness..."

She fucked even faster.

"You've got that right," I grunted.

"I'm not surprised that you're willing to fuck your own mother," she moaned. "You're a lot like me. Whatever gets the job done. Oh god..."

Her hips went faster and the pleasure was amazing. The lustful expression in her eyes became more intense.

She checked her wristwatch. "God, we're almost there. Are you close?"

"Not really," I replied honestly.

There was a brief look of concern on her face, even with the sexual pleasure, but she thought fast and came up with a solution.

And that solution was to quickly unbutton her top.

"My tits are what initially made you aroused, right?" she asked as she unbuttoned herself, while still gyrating her hips back and forth on my cock.

He nodded quickly. "I think it'll help."

"It better."

Her top was open and I saw her white bra. She didn't reach back to unclasp her bra. Instead, she simply lifted her bra, and in that simple motion, her bare breasts hung free.

They were round globes which slightly sagged. Mom's tits were better than anything I could have imagined. Her nipples were large and brown, pointing directly at me. The nipples were protruding and erect. They showed just how aroused she must have been.

As she continued to work her pussy on my cock, I became far more aroused seeing her tits up close. Her plan was working and I was closer to cumming.

She rubbed the back of my head. "Go ahead and suck on them if you think you'll cum faster. We need to hurry."

I didn't need to be asked twice. She pulled my head forward and I sucked her left brown nipple. It was the largest nipple I had ever sucked and I was glad it was hers. When I sucked hard on it, I heard mom gasp. I cupped both of her breasts and sucked the other nipple.

"Oh god," she moaned.

I went back and forth between each nipple as I massaged her full breasts.

All the while, she began pumping her hips faster. She clenched her vaginal muscles in a particular way, which was intended to milk my cock. I had no idea my mother was such an expert in this.

She checked her wristwatch again. "I'm close. I'm close. Are you?"

"Almost there."

She held onto my shoulders and squeezed tightly. Her pussy clenched tight and she rocked her body back and forth. It was pure heavenly bliss. It was an extreme taboo. And simply put, we loved fucking each other.

"Cum inside my pussy," she whispered in my ear. "Cum inside your mother. We need to hurry. Cum inside. It's okay. Cum inside the hole where you came from."

Hearing my mother talk so dirty was intense. But she was doing it for a very important purpose, which was to get me to finish. And it was working.

Both of our bodies neared orgasms. And we needed to go faster.

She continued whispering, "God, my pussy feels like it's on fire. Cum inside of me, deep inside my hole. I really want your cum so bad."

My body tensed and I came. We were only mere inches apart, looking at each other when I had my orgasm.

There was a look of delight on mom's face as she clenched her pussy hard and continued to rock her body back and forth.

Spurt after spurt of my cum flooded her pussy. Several seconds later, my cum had just coated her vaginal walls.

She whispered again, "Good, now reach down and play with your mother's clit. It's my turn to orgasm."

At that point, my cock was turning flaccid, but my mother was still highly aroused. I could tell she was horny by the tone in her voice, the stiffness of her nipples, and soon, the feeling of her clit.

Her clit must have been aching. And it must have been super sensitive too after all the fucking we had just done, along with her nipples getting sucked.

When I rubbed her clit fast, her body stiffened and her face made different expressions. She was definitely close. And I continued to rub and rub until she had her own orgasm.

Her eyes clenched shut for a moment and her jaw opened.

"Oh my god," she groaned. "My pussy..."

Her body twitched, her legs jerked, and her hips thrust. She had a furious orgasm while I rubbed her clitoris at a rapid pace. Her body held the same tense pose as the climax went through her body. Her breathing became short bursts and her muscles became tense.

A few seconds later, she was completely relaxed and her face became 'normal' again. She looked at me with a loving smile. Then she checked her wristwatch for the last time.

"Oh my god," she gasped. "We only have a minute. Quick, get dressed!"

She stood and my cum-soaked flaccid cock plopped free from her wet pussy. She used her hand to wipe the cum between her legs. Then she bent over the boat and washed her hand in the water. Finally, she put her panties on.

I was in awe of my mother's proficiency after having sex. She was a pro at cleaning our mess while her tits were still out.

"Well?" she asked. "What are you waiting for?"

"Do you have a tissue or anything? It's going to be really uncomfortable putting this mess back inside my pants."

She gave me one of those 'oh for heaven's sake' kind of looks, then she got down on her knees and quickly began licking my wet flaccid cock like an ice cream cone.

Each lick scooped loads of my cum (and her vaginal orgasmic fluids too) and she swallowed everything, taking big gulps. Not only did she have a great ass, legs, pussy, and tits, but she also had a great tongue as well. Simply put, my mother is the perfect woman.

As she continued her fast licks on my cock, which was carefully done to ensure her makeup was intact, I slowly felt my cock coming back to life from her amazingly hot tongue.

"Don't you dare," she smiled, pointing to my slightly growing penis.

"Don't worry, I think I'm spent already," I smiled back.

"Does my lipstick look okay?" she asked, making a kiss expression with her lips.

"Perfect. With a slight glistening from our cum."

She playfully slapped my leg. The boat made its final turn and we were almost back to the starting point of the ride.

Before reaching our destination, she tucked her breasts back into her bra and buttoned up her top. I noticed that her nipples were still hard.

***

My mother smiled at the boss and other execs. By that point, she had already fixed her dress and hair. There were slight wrinkles, which was exactly what she wanted, and it looked like we had been getting frisky on the boat ride.

She was right about the 'post-orgasmic glow.' Mom was beaming with a radiance around her. She was happy and blissful. The boss sensed it and he even commented on it.

"You look like you've had a hell of a time," he noted with joy, with a huge grin on his face.

Mom smiled and nodded. "I did. This is a wonderfully romantic ride, which could still use some improvements. But we're on the right track."

"It needs improvements? I must say, you look like you've been through a whirlwind."

"Honestly, I was blessed with having a fantastic s-- ..." she was about to say 'son' but she immediately corrected herself. "I mean, boyfriend."

The boss laughed, "Come on. Let's all have lunch. I hope you're hungry."

She smiled, "After that boat ride, we've really worked up an appetite."

We went inside the casino and I walked behind them. I noticed there was a slight hitch and sassiness in my mother's walk. Maybe she was slightly sore from riding my cock so hard. Or maybe she was worried that my cum (and hers) would be seeping through her panties and running down her legs.

And there it was. I noticed a trickle of cum drip between her legs and onto the casino carpet. Mom clenched her legs tight as she walked, while still speaking with her boss.

The End