My son encouraged me to expose myself in the public Jacuzzi.

After his dad and I settled our divorce, my son and I went on a two-week long vacation on a luxury cruise, sailing through France, Germany, and Spain, and it was just the two of us. My son and I slept together in the same stateroom on the same bed and every night we could hear the couple in the adjacent room having sex. They were very loud and the woman especially was very vocal. It made me very uncomfortable, especially as I slept next to my son and I knew my son could hear it as well. I know it made my son very horny because I could feel his cock poking at my ass when I slept.

I have always given a free rein to my son’s touching me. Whenever my son felt like it, he would grab a handful of my tits and rub them, knead them, twist them, however he liked. I stopped short of allowing my son to touch my pussy. Several times his hand meandered to my pussy mound, and touched my pubic hair, and I would always swipe his hand away. I was turned on by what my son was doing. I enjoyed the sexual tension between us, but that was where I drew the line.

During the day we went to the Jacuzzi together and initially we were alone, but soon a few older men joined us, and we started talking. One of the old men told my son: “You are lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend.” I was flabbergasted. But my son grinned and played along and said something along the line of “Yeah, for sure she’s a treasure.”

I was shocked, but I was also extremely flattered. I have always loved to show off because I always felt I was very beautiful and it has been such a waste that I was married to a worthless husband. The next day I wore my thong bikini when we went back to hang out in the Jacuzzi, and two of the same old men were there again. I was very happy to see them again and because we already knew each other from the previous day, our conversation became more natural and we started to chat about our private lives. I became extremely chatty and poured myself out about my divorce, my lousy husband, and how much happier I was being single, and they kept saying to my son how hot I was, and how much I was a MILF, and that he is such a lucky young man, you’ve hit home run, blah blah.

And my son really pretended to be my boyfriend. He even started to touch my thighs underwater. I felt a funny pressure on my hips, and I wasn’t sure what it was. I ordered some drinks and then I started feeling that my bikini bottoms were let loose. My son had untied the strings and I realized that was the pressure I was feeling. I asked him, “Did you untie my bottoms?” And he responded very nonchalantly: “Yeah?”

I was blushing and alittle dizzy from the martiniez and then my son said, “Why don’t you stand up and show our friends here that little sweet pussy of yours?” My heart was pounding against my chest when I heard that and there was a lump at my throat. The old men were all grinning from ear to ear and encouraged me to do it. I whispered to them that I was afraid because the cruise might punish me for it, but all the men in the jaccuzi reassured me that they wouldn’t tell anyone about it and would watch out for the guards.

So, goaded by all the perverted old men and the alcohol, I stood up in the jacuzzi tub without my bottoms, exposing my naked pussy and ass completely. The two men asked me to sit in the middle of them. I waded through the hot steamy water and I did what they asked, sitting right between them in that tub. They started feeling all over me, massaging my thighs, my ass, rubbing my skin from the waist down all the way from my hips to my feet. I didn’t let them finger me because I felt it was too much, but other than that I let them feel as much as my body as they would liked. I also put my hands on their erections and I felt so giddy doing it.

I let my son fuck me after I pretended to be passed-out drunk.

I have to admit that I was completely devastated after my marriage failed. I was depressed, and during my depression I fell into excessive drinking, and after I was drunk, I had meaningless sex with lots of random strangers.

It was my son who saved me from myself.

By the time my son turned 18, like lots of boys his age, he was obsessed with sex, and he spent his entire days locked in his bedroom, watched porn and jerked off multiple times a day. I found dried cum caked to his underwear and I decided to have a talk with him. He admitted that he was lonely and he was horny all the time.

It was for those reasons that I figured, maybe it’s time for us to go on a vacation together. I remember when I was in school I read Moby Dick and one of the opening lines was about how once you are bored or dull or feeling depressed on land, you should go to the sea.

“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.”

I reprinted this paragraph from Moby Dick because it was so beautifully written and I love reading classics.

Anyway, so that was why I booked for a luxury cruise sailing through Europe together with my son.

Granted, I learned that a lot of the people who booked those cruises were newly wed couples and they used the opportunity as a honeymoon. As soon as we entered the ship, we noticed. Sex was definitely in the air. Lots of horny couples kissing, hugging, publicly showing affection around us, and only me and my son were standing there gawking, or awkwardly averting our eyes.

I went to bars and lounges and tried to meet some single men but nearly all of them were old or they were traveling with their wives or girlfriends, and I was left disappointed. Sure, previously we met some perverted old men who loved to gaze at my bare pussy and mistook me for my son’s girlfriend, but later on I found out that they were traveling with their families and I was merely a plaything to them. None of them actually had interest to actually risk their reputation with their family members to fuck me. Once again, I started to feel the edge of depression looming over me.

One night I drank myself into a stupor again and I stumbled back into my state room and I cried as I took off my clothes and hugged tightly around my son. I asked him why it’s so hard to find love and my son comforted me. After I had a good cry, I crashed into bed and fell asleep. During the middle of the night, I woke up and felt my son’s cock pressed against my lips. Initially I was alarmed, but, then, I decided that I was going to pretend to be asleep and let my son do whatever he wanted, and so I did not stop him. I felt the tip of my son’s cock slowly being inserted between my lips and were touching my teeth. Then to cooperate with him, I opened my mouth a little bit so his cock ended up passing into my mouth and rested on my tongue. That was when I heard my son moaning and whispering, “Oh mom.” Then his cock stiffened and the mushroom head of his cock swelled and there was an enormous flood of cum it literally filled up my entire mouth.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. My son was cumming inside my mouth and the thought made my pussy clench. I kept my eyes firmly closed in fear that my son might think I was awake. Slews and slews of cum continued to flood into my mouth nonstop and I almost choked. My son was scared as he quickly withdrew his cock from my mouth and I felt sleets of his cum shooting into my face. During this whole time, I still pretended to be asleep. I was sleeping on my side and in order to properly swallow whatever cum was in my mouth, I decided to turn on my back and gulped down whatever was deposited in my mouth, all the while still pretending to be asleep.

I don’t know how long it was that had passed but then I felt my son laying on top of me. His face was buried between my breasts and his cock was hard again and it was pressing directly at my vaginal opening. My pussy clenched hard again, knowing that my son was going to officially fuck me. I stifled a gasp and then I felt the tip of my son’s cock passing through my slimy folds of my pussy lips. My pussy felt like it was desperating wanted my son’s cock and almost unconvsioculy I opened my legs alittle to better accommodate him. All the while, I was still pretending to be fast asleep.

Then it happened. My son started to fuck my pussy. He was slow at first, then faster. He also put used his hands on my breasts and he squeezed my breasts, rolled my nipples between his thumb and fingers, and he also put his mouth on my nipples as he fucked me.

During this time a thousand thoughts were rushing through my brain. My son was fucking me. I knew it was totally wrong, immoral, and so shameful, but my pussy also felt incredibly good. Wet squishing sound of my pussy being fucked by a hard cock filled the entire room. The bed was creaking. The entire room was rocking with the wave of the ocean. It had been so long since my pussy had been used by a hard cock, and my own orgasm was building inside me like a tidal wave. My breathing was becoming more rapid and erratic and moans started to escape from my throat. I even tried to open my eyes a little but as soon as I tried I felt some gooey substance was going to get in my eyes and that was when I realized that my face was still covered in the jizz from my son’s first round of cum when he fucked my mouth, and it was becoming a dried scab covering my eyes.

My head started to feel dizzy and I grabbed my son’s forearm and that was when I felt hot cum being spurted into my pussy, on top of my pussy, and also on my stomach and tits. My son did not pull out in time and ended up cumming all over me. I was thoroughly drenched in cum. Then the feeling of my son disappeared. I had realized that my son had went to the bathroom.

I could no longer control myself as I writhed on the bed alone. My tits heaved and my fingers reached for my clit. The entire room must have smelled of my son’s cum. It was sweet and musky. My ass was grinding into the bed sheets and my pussy was dripping with desire; my son’s cum and my own pussy juice was oozing down my ass crack. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I stuck my fingers up my own pussy, moving them in and out as I brought myself to a complete orgasm. The orgasm hit hard, harder than I could ever remember. It was like waves of the ocean crashing through me and smacking me on hard rocks. My back arched, lifting my ass off the bed completely. Juices were spraying from my pussy, soaking my thighs and dripping onto the sheets. I bucked and jerked with my head thrown back and I shrieked and squealed loudly.

As my orgasm cooled, I brought my slimy fingers to my mouth and licked them and afterward I felt asleep again.

The next morning my son and I pretended nothing had ever happened. Neither of us mentioned what transpired last night, but we both felt relieved, and our faces were glowing with a new happiness that had never existed before. I also started to become more affectionate with my son and I let him hug me when we are both completely naked. We kiss each other on the mouth. And we started to shower together. We were gradually becoming a real couple.