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Mark Lyndhurst was walking down his garden path when he heard a kerfuffle coming from the house. As he got nearer he heard his mother shouting.

"How can you do this to me, I've waited nine months for this cruise and now you say you can't go!"

Then his dad in a quieter more conciliatory voice, "I'm sorry Emma, but they've brought the whole contract date forward to next week instead of next month. There's nothing I can do honey, I'm so sorry."

"You can tell them to stuff the fucking contract!" she shouted louder, Mark held his place and listened. She must be really rattled to use that language, he thought. But his mother knew he couldn't not go to work, it was his contract, he and his team had won it against all the odds, and the company would hit the big time now. It was a contract worth 700million in total. And he would be Project Director, not only securing his company's future but also his own.

But things weren't going too well in the Lyndhurst household; she and her husband had been bickering for some time now. The three week cruise was supposed to be a reconciliation holiday, put all their troubles behind them, work at it, get the marriage back on track.

"I've had enough Don, I've had it, I think we might as well separate, you have your work, me and Mark come a poor second obviously. I think we ought to get a divorce, would that suit you better hey?" She told him hotly.

"Now now Emma you don't mean that," he replied.

"Don't I, you just watch me!" and Mark heard her slamming out of the kitchen in tears.

When he went in, he said to his father, "what's going on dad, what have you done now?"

"Its work, I have to cancel the holiday cruise with your mother, and she has gone ballistic, she just doesn't understand." He said grumpily.

"Well its hardly surprising is it," he told his father, "you have been promising her a good holiday for the last three years and for three years you've made excuse after excuse, its no wonder she's angry is it?"

Mark looked accusingly at his father, he was a good provider, but had in later years become a lousy husband to his mother. And for that he would never be able to love him like he once did, when he was a boy his dad was his idol. But the last few years as he had been growing up he began to see him for what he was, a selfish person, that if something didn't suit him, it was no good for any one.

"The cruise is three days away dad how can you do it?" Mark was angry but held it in check.

"I know Mark, but there is absolutely nothing I can do. The firm have offered to pay for a new holiday next year, and stump up the lost cash for this one," he told his son.

"Big deal, you do need the money don't you!" He walked away and went to his mother; she was laid on her bed crying.

He sat next to her and cuddled her, shushing her, saying don't cry, and just giving her a love. At twenty years old Mark was a man now in his own right. He had an irregular girlfriend, but he had a well kept secret, he had a lover, one that no one knew about and never would.

Mark was 6ft 1" a hunk in any woman's eyes, especially his secret lover. Broad at the shoulder, extremely fit, he went to the gym regularly. He worked in a garage and his boss thought the world of him, he was a born mechanic, he could listen to any engine and diagnose with near certainty what problems were being present to his ear.

The good looking young man held his mother, he loved her so much, 'how can that prick do this to her?' he wondered, and at that very moment he hated his dad. But he did understand a little why he had to do what he was, but wrecking his mothers dream holiday cruise. He realised she had fallen asleep, so he gently laid her down and left her.

An hour later she came down to two very silent men, she looked at Mark, then her husband.

"Mark," she said, "can you get three weeks off work at short notice?"

"Three weeks at short notice mum, why?" he answered puzzled.

"You can take me on holiday instead of your dad," and hooked her thumb at him as if he wasn't there.

"Emma,• his father interjected, "he can't just take time off like that." This annoyed Mark, so he said.

"I'll call the boss right now, I don't see why I can't get three weeks, I haven't had a minute off since last summer, he owes me." Mark made the call, and after some discussion he came back smiling. "Right, I have three weeks paid leave as from this Friday mum," he told her.

His father stood there like a dummy, then asked, "What on earth will you find to do on a cruise ship with your mum for three weeks Mark, you'll be bored to tears in no time!"

He looked at his beautiful mother and said.

"If I can't seduce you, and make love to you, and be screwing you silly by the middle of next week I'll show my ass in the town centre!"

But what actually came out of his mouth was, "We'll have a great time, won't we mum?" His mother flew at him and gave him her best hug.

He had wanted to be with his mother for a long time now and had no idea of how to even think about seducing, and taking her to bed, hers or his, it didn't matter. In Marks opinion, which he admitted was biased, she was utterly gorgeous, and in reality, she was. He was the envy of his friends, and his best friend constantly ribbed him about his MILF!

Emma Lyndhurst stood at 5ft 7" she had had Mark on her nineteenth birthday. But due to complications she had been unable to have any more; consequently Mark had been her passion for the last twenty years. And she was now one month past her thirty ninth. Her eyes were amazing, they could kill a man at ten paces, she had a lovely soft angelic cherubic face, long chestnut hair, and a figure that was the envy of friends.

"Tomorrow Mark, I'm shopping for you, I'm going to buy you everything you need my wonderful champion.

"Don't buy any condoms mum," he told her, "we'll be going bareback!" Again it was in his head.

So he told her instead, "that's great mum," he beamed at her, "dad, give me all the documents, I need to do name changes, and passport details, all of it. His father reluctantly got them and Mark disappeared upstairs to his laptop and printer.

"By the way," he called over his shoulder, "I'm going round to Aunty Cathy's later, she doesn't want to be alone tonight. Aunty Cathy was his dads youngest sister, his dad was 43 and Cathy was 33, there were three boys and her, she was the youngest by far, she had been a wonderful accident when his mother had found out she was carrying again.

Mark had also been screwing her now for the past four months, and the blame, if any, could be laid squarely, though innocently at his uncle's door. He was a guy who worked away a lot, and Cathy hated being on her own, she was okay sometimes, but others she was almost paranoid about being on her own.

So Uncle John had asked Mark if he would keep her company when he was free, if he didn't mind. "You can stay in the spare bedroom," and that's what led Mark to end up seducing his dads 33 year old gorgeous sister, his aunty. They had always had a soft spot for him, and he was a regular visitor to their home, and Aunty Cathy doted on him.

He began going round when she called him, or even his uncle, sometimes it was mid week and others the weekend. Cathy never knew when she would get the heebie jeebies about being alone. They were a c***dless couple, no one knew why they hadn't had c***dren, they were both fit and healthy, he had a good sperm count, she was as ready bear c***dren as a woman could be. But sadly nothing had ever happened, and they had resigned themselves to being c***dless.

She had called on the Friday afternoon, and Mark had spent the night there, he had got up to go to work on the Saturday morning to do an urgent job and got back to his Auntie's at lunch time.

It was a piping hot day, middle of the summer and she was on a sun lounger on the decking at the back.

"I've left you a pair of shorts Mark on your bed, get cleaned up and come on out, it's glorious." She called to him. He gazed at her laid there face down sunning herself, her ample tits being squashed in the bikini top, and her ass! Oh man her ass! It rose like the moon on a cloudless sky. His prick jumped in his pants and he felt like jacking off there and then.

He went and hurriedly showered; put the close fitting shorts on that did nothing to hide the lump there. "Hi," he said as he came out and sat on the lounger next to her.

"Hi yourself handsome," she replied, she always called him that because that's what she thought about him, a very handsome young man.

"Will you put suntan lotion on my back please Mark, I can't reach." He picked up the bottle and leaned over, but the angle was wrong so he stood up then crouched beside her. Not being very comfortable, he stood again, and stepped over her, straddling her body and squatted down. His ass was more or less on hers, maybe a little lower.

He was rubbing the lotion in when she said, "undo my top Mark, I don't want any tan lines." Mark didn't know that his Aunty Cathy was feeling randy, her pussy was moist, and her nipples were hard. But Cathy wasn't intent on seducing, or being seduced by her nephew. She was just feeling randy; she would have loved her husband to have walked in, taken her to bed and fucked her brains out.

She rose up on her elbows; Mark undid the string as requested and saw her tits sag as they were set free. He knew she had huge nipples, things like that were impossible to hide, especially from a virile boy like Mark. But what he also didn't know then was, they were the super sensitive kind, ready to rock and roll at a touch, a squeeze, or a twiddle.

He set the bottle down and was rubbing her back, he had settled on to her lower ass and unknown to him she could feel the tightness in his balls. This made her feel even more randy. Mark unknowingly and unintentionally slid his hands under her, took the weight of her tits in his palms, and captured her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

He was squeezing them, and enjoying the hard feel of them, Cathy never moved, she never even twitched, all she did was drop her head and sigh. Mark suddenly realised what he was doing, and was on the point of scarpering when he realised she was just laying there letting him do it. He moved on her ass, another soft sigh came to him, he squeezed a bit harder, and hefted both tits, another soft satisfied sigh.

Cathy's head was lolling on her shoulders; her nephew leaned forward and kissed her neck at the back, another sigh. He kissed his way across and back again, more sighs. He laid into her nipples, they got harder and harder, they were like bullets in his fingers, and his balls were sat tight on his auntie's ass.

Then he gently bit the bit between neck and shoulder, Cathy mewled, her head rose and went to one side giving him all the room he needed to complete his seduction. He kissed up and down her neck, sinking his teeth in time after time. His aunty was panting now, he wondered if he ought to try and get her bottoms off and screw her right where she was, out in the open.

The decision was made for him, Cathy moaned to him. "Oh god Mark, oh my god yes, I like that!" If he could have seen her face he would have been in wonderland, her eyes were closed, her face was flush with blood, her full lips were filled with blood adding to her tender arousal, and her mouth was in a perfect 'O'

He kept it up, "even if she stops me now, at least I will be able to say I've had a taste of her." He told himself, his prick was as hard as iron, and ready to burst. Cathy spoke so softly he almost missed what she said.

"Do you want me Mark, do you need me baby, your aunty Cathy?" He was still devastating her nipples and burning holes in her neck, his teeth searing her brain.

"Oh yes Aunt Cathy I do," was about all he could mumble with going into gibberish.

"Come on then, lets go inside and sort each other out shall we?" it was said as softly as the last time. He stood and helped her up, she turned popped her head up and kissed him. She felt his cock and she almost climaxed herself, she was so aroused now nothing could have stopped her from taking her nephew to bed.

She hooked his arm and pulled him after her, he tried to wipe lotion from his hands as he followed, as soon as they got indoors she was on him. His Aunty was a lioness after its kill; she wrapped her arms about him, hooked her left leg around his and pressed herself up against him. The feel of his prick pressing on her pussy was too much, she came, it crushed her gloriously.

Cathy dropped to her knees, one, because they had given way to the climax, and two, because she wanted his shorts down and off. She tugged them down and Marks prick sprang out, it hit her in the face. She gazed at it, it was a splendid prick and she was more than happy to see it. Taking it in her hands she rubbed and rolled it, it felt beautiful. She unsteadily rose to her feet, shut and locked the door, grabbed his hand, and said.

"Upstairs Mark Lyndhurst or I'll be screwing you right here on the floor, and that's not the best place for out first ever screw." She took off dragging him behind her, they were in her bedroom in seconds, his aunty shook of her bikini bottoms and threw herself on to her bed.

"Get here right now you beautiful boy, come and make love to your sexy aunty!" Mark got on the bed, got on top of her, and she jammed his cock right into where she knew it would do her the power of good. No sooner had he bottomed out than she came again, her arousal was at the top of the tree.

She locked him in her arms and legs and thrust back at him as he got going. She knew he wouldn't last that long and he didn't, but she still had another two or three climaxes under him before he blew what felt like to her, a lorry load of thick heavy cum. Mark was alive with lust, and aroused desire to fuck forever, and he intended to once he got his breath back.

It was 1.45pm Saturday, and he had the rest of the weekend, and hopefully it would be spent here in his gorgeous aunties very own bed. He fell quiet, as did Cathy, they both looked at each other, now realising what they had just done. Cathy guffawed, and dug her hands into him. "Mark Lyndhurst you had better perform for longer than that the next time my lad, or I'll be sending you home to your mother with a hot smacked bottom!"

He was like most men of his age, he knew his way around a woman's body, where all the best bits were, but finesse wasn't part of his game yet, young men don't understand a woman's real needs, yes a great cock does wonders. But a woman loves soft touches, sweet words, caresses, soft lips and a tongue in the right place. A woman needs to be desired above all else, or sex for the sake it isn't such good fun.

Marks cock had regained its composure and begun to harden again, he was moments away from round two, and he would be looking for a knockout. He felt it rumble within him, he looked down at his aunty, he kissed her.

"Aunt Cathy you are just so totally amazing, I have often looked at you and thought, hmmm, 'what if,' and has 'what if' happened, Oh boy has it!" She was about to reply when he pulled his prick out and hammered it back in, he did this several times, out, bang, out, bang, out, bang.

Cathy lost her breath, the only thing she could do at the moment was to "Ooooooo! Ooooooo! Ooooooo!" as he crashed into her time and again, her Oooooo's matched his thudding re-entry's. Then he settled into a rhythm that Cathy could go along with, and suddenly both were lost in loves orgasmic bliss. She clung to him energetically, skilfully manipulating him to bunch his cock and balls where they felt the best at any given moment.

Cathy had cum after cum, Mark was building up to a climax of his own that would know no bounds. He stared inanely at the woman below him, a woman that would never be his aunty again, not in the real sense anyway. He fucked her with abandon, driving in and out smoothly, heavily, and with long strokes that Cathy was loving, and that were driving her forward to her final climax.

She felt the change in her champion; he stiffened, held her tighter, his face contorted slightly giving him a sweet manic look. "Here it comes," she told herself, "oh god this is going to be fabulous." And he did a few seconds later, a grunt, a last thumping crunch into her and he was flooding her with hot steaming cum. Cathy felt it swill in, the warmth spreading around as it filled her pussy and every where else it could go.

He kissed her, and she kissed him back, "Ooooh Mark, that was so unexpected, really good, it was a great moment when you made me cum like that." His heart swelled with pride. "But we shouldn't have done it, I couldn't stop myself once we, you, started, not that I tried very hard to," she told him, "but there'll be hell to pay if any one ever finds out."

"Can't think of one tiny reason why any one will find out, not unless you tell anyone Aunt Cathy?"

"Me, I'll die before I tell any one! And you can stop calling me aunty, I'm not going to be screwed by you like this, and have you still calling me aunty!" she told him, then kissed him tightly. He grinned inwardly, she wanted this again, 'well,' he said in his head, 'I'll give you more than you can handle sweet lady.'

But what he didn't know was that he would learn how to love a woman properly from his gorgeous sexy Aunt Cathy. To make sure she got hers, and always first. He would always get his, but if they didn't cum together, then he would make damn sure she did, and first! They played, loved and talked all afternoon, Mark got hard again and his aunt fucked him. She made him lie on his back and got on, hands on his chest Cathy rose and fell, leaned forward, slid up and down, her muscles tightening and slackening on him as she milked his prick.

Mark was agog, his girlfriend had no idea, just as he hadn't, but he was a quick learner and soon Cathy would have her heaven sent utopia, her brother's son, her nephew. She regretted it in one way because she knew she was being unfaithful to her darling loving husband. She would always love him, she would never love Mark in the same way. But she knew the instant that Mark had sunk his prick deep into her white hot sopping pussy, that she would never put a stop to it, he would always have free unfettered access to her charms.

On Sunday morning after they had wakened, they began to make love. Mark had a morning wood, Cathy had a hold of it, she was gazing down into his eyes, long loving kisses were abound. But Cathy wanted it up her ass, she was an ass fucking lover, she and her husband did it regularly, she wanted Mark to fuck her there too.

"Have you ever done it up a woman's bum hole Mark?" she asked softly. He looked at her like she had two heads.

"Erm, no I haven't Cathy, what are you on about?" he knew what she was meaning but felt a little embarrassed about it.

"I want you to make love to me in my bum," she was coy, she realised he was unsure, so she went with him, pretending to be shy too.

"Okay, if that's what you want, then I want it too," he smiled. Cathy was working his cock in her soft hands, "I'll just pop and get some body oil, I don't want you jamming this big thing in me without a little help, and sustenance for me," she told him lightly. This boosted Mark's ego, "this big thing," she had called his prick, now he was more than ready to fuck her any where she wanted him to fuck her!

She came back quickly, got on her knees, poured oil on his cock, and fingered her ass for him.

"Okay tiger, go for it baby, do my ass, do your naughty Aunty Cathy's ass you big bad boy!" Mark's head was singing at her praise for him, he got behind her and rammed it right in, in one hit. Cathy's legs shot backwards, she hadn't expected this, she had thought he would be easy, reticent, slow, gentle, but no he banged it in, and he was off.

To him it suddenly became another hole for him and pleasure for her, he banged her senseless, her husband had never done this. She was hanging off his prick, he was holding her up, his hips pistoning rapidly back and forth. The oil doing was its job, no friction, no resistance. Cathy came in a helpless turmoil of delicious climaxes, her body taut with the tension of her nephews prick doing the very thing she had asked of him. And her, wonderfully suffering the consequences.

Mark loved all of this, with his girlfriend he had to fight for every inch of her, win a battle, and lose a battle, one step forward two steps back. But not with Cathy she was everything, he understood that nothing was going to be off her menu. He reached under her and stroked her pussy lips and clit, she moaned in lustful aroused pleasure.

He lay down on her and plain fucked her ass, she was squashed underneath him, their bodies being one, except when he raised his powerful hips and banged into her time and again. Cathy was being well and truly rutted, there was no other word for it, rutted, rutted, and rutted again. She had the most adorable of climaxes, she sank into them, Mark meanwhile was building rapidly to his first cum of the day, and he filled his aunties ass until it squeezed of her ass hole with a spit.

Her head bent in sublime submission, she came on his demented prick once more, then momentary darkness, her vision dimmed, her head spun, her body was on fire, and her ass boiled and seemingly burned to a cinder. She didn't feel him slip his flaccid prick out, roll on her sideways, and put his arm around her. He somehow knew to leave her alone, to let her get back to normality, even sanity.

They lay there for several minutes, until she lifted her lovely tousled head and looked at him.

"That had not better be the last time you do me like that Mark Lyndhurst, fail me and I'll cut this and these off!" she laughed, grabbed his slime covered cock, then his balls and squeezed gently. He smiled happily at her.

"I promise Aunty, I will always give of my best where you are concerned," he told her dreamily.

"Come on honey, lets shower, have some breakfast then you'll need to go, we have to carry on just as we were, no one must ever know. I'll call you next week okay?" she whispered into his mouth as she kissed him the way he had never been kissed.

"Yes we will I swear," he replied.

"There's just one thing Mark and I want you to listen very carefully to me," she said. He looked puzzled.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Please do not fall in love with me, love me the way you are, the way you always have, but being in love with me, is and will never be an option. I know it made be hard for you to believe, but I love John passionately, and will never leave him, ever."

"I can understand that Cathy, and I'm okay with it, I will never do anything to hurt you or him." She liked that.

The following Thursday night saw his Aunt on her back, on her kitchen table being tongue fucked by her nephew. He was a natural, he hadn't known it, but as soon as he got it in her Cathy knew he was a master. She had his head in her hands holding him tight to her hot silky pussy, her legs d****d over his back and orgasms spilling out of her like a rain battered waterfall.

Mark drained her completely; she was laid prostrate on the table empty of everything. No strength, no feeling in her limbs, her body ablaze with the orgasms he had forced in and out of her. He stood between her spread legs.

"Good Cathy?" he said cheekily, he had seen her reactions to him, her responses, her climaxes, and he knew he had somehow beaten her, she had given in.

Making sure the doors were locked, he picked her up and carried her up to her bed, he laid her down, took his clothes off along with hers, and wrapped her in his arms until she got over her near death experience. She didn't want to make love again.

"It would be too much after that Mark, I want it to stay in my memory for ever, and having you fuck me tonight would shade it, sorry," she told him quietly.

"I understand Cathy, or I think I do, but we are not going to sleep until you get me off, I'm ready to bust a nut here," he said laughing.

"Want me to give you a blow job baby?" she asked shyly.

"Oh yes, do I!" he told her gleefully. It took Cathy all of two minutes to get him blowing like a whale in the open ocean. His cum nearly blew the back of her head clean off, it hit her so hard she had trouble getting it down. The hot steaming salty spunk jettisoned into her. Cathy gulped and gulped but took it all, as he emptied it all. Cathy kept sucking and swallowing, when he was empty, she slipped slowly off his cock and lay her lovely head on his stomach.

Still there ten minutes later, both savouring tonights love making, the phone rang.

"Mark, this has to be John, keep still and don't say a word okay, please?" He nodded his head, Cathy picked up the phone.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hi Cathy its me, are you okay, is Mark with you?"

"Yes honey he's here, looking after me as usual." Cathy stunned herself by taking Marks cock in her soft warm hand. Mark lay back, he never moved, but it started to grow. This acted like super glue to her hand, she found she couldn't put it down.

"Ah good, he's a great lad isn't he, it's a pity we haven't had one of our own just like him hey?"

"Yes darling," she said, her hand travelling of its own accord up and down Marks growing shaft. And in her head, she thought, "I wonder if I would be laid like this right now, him my son, and my lover too?"

"I'll be home tomorrow afternoon baby; I need to make love to you Cathy." He told her. This caused Cathy's hand to speed up, why she didn't know, but she did know she was getting hornier by the second.

"I'll be ready for you John," she said, but her gaze was fixed tight on Marks fully erect prick. She suddenly needed him in her.

She felt deliciously naughty, "hang on a second John, I need to make myself more comfortable." He waited, he could her see in his head where she was, and guessed she was getting on the bed and not standing up. She turned, raised a shapely knee, swung it over him, and sat on Marks prick. She sighed, her earlier declaration that she didn't want to make love again tonight went out of the window.

"That's better," she said in to the phone as she settled down and wriggled on her nephew's cock, while she talked to her innocent husband.

"Where is Mark right now Cathy?" he asked her, she smiled.

"Oh he's up to something I'm sure," she told her husband, and reached behind her with her free hand and tickled Marks balls.

Cathy's eyes closed, an orgasm rattled through her, Mark pinched her nipples and Cathy only just managed not to squeal into the phone.

"Oh John," she whispered, "Marks just called for me to come, he needs me for something, talk tomorrow?" she managed to say normally.

"Okay Cathy, I love you."

"I love you too honey, night." She put the phone down quickly and began to fuck her self madly on Marks prick. She had never in her life felt as aroused as she did right now. She was manic with it, her desperate need to cum overwhelmed all thought.

She came in a blistering, thunderous, crushing bang, her body exploded in to pieces. Mark almost tore her nipples off, then she fell on him, completely and utterly shattered by the climax of her lifetime, never again would Cathy achieve such a destructive, earth shattering orgasm. And it was all because of her body taking over her mind. It had made her talk to her husband, it had made her take hold of Marks prick, it had made her climb over him, and it had made her fuck herself silly on him. Mark for his part had been totally innocent.

She woke up at two in the morning, she wondered briefly where she was, she felt for her young lover, he was right there beside her. Cathy spooned herself into him and cried herself back to sleep. She knew now the enormity of what she was doing with her nephew, she would never love him the way a woman loves her man, but oh how she needed him.

But she had begun to notice a change in him. Especially when he was around his mother, his sole attention was always on her, even the puppy dog looks he gave her. She started to think that he loved her, and that's why, although she had warned him not to fall in love with her, he hadn't. Because he loved his mother the way a boy wasn't supposed to.

But they became the hard and fast lovers they had started off to be, they never had a regular routine, she or her husband would call him on the off chance that he would be able to pop over, and of course he always did. Cathy turned him into the consummate lover, accomplished and confidant. Knowledgeable about a woman's body only men of later years could hope to learn. And three months after becoming lovers, Cathy and John announced to the world that she was having a baby. Neither Cathy nor Mark knew if he was the father, but Cathy was betting it was Mark, and she didn't care.

Four months later.

"Right mum, dad, I've changed everything, so even if you change your mind now," he said looking at his dad, "It'll be too late, I'm off instead." Emma hugged her son hard; she also felt the obvious erection he had. "Ooooooo," she thought lewdly, "he has a hard on for me, his own mother!" If she had only known that it was, and what her son had planned for her she would have collapsed.

And there was something he hadn't told her. He had been onto the tour operators online help desk, he had asked about a change in cabins, his father, the tight wad, had only booked a cheap inside berth one.

'If you upgrade,' he was told, 'we have list of people who cannot get on the cruise, so if you did, we would give you a good deal on a superior stateroom.'

Mark checked the brochure, he saw one and asked how much it would be, what he was after was one with a double bed not singles.

'With the discount, it would be another 3500 USD,' was the reply.

He turned the page again, and that's when he saw what he wanted, he typed in his question, and the reply was.

That stateroom would be another 6500 USD.' He was told.

Mark said he wanted it, and set about paying for it out of his own bank. It was settled in 15 minutes. Mark had his double bed stateroom, with is own private balcony, a Jacuzzi bathroom, his and hers wash basins, and a smallish sitting room. His mum was going to get the surprise of her life, in more ways than one, he said happily to himself.

He had learned from Cathy how to treat a woman, how to get her on your side, win her over, he was as prepared as boy could ever be to seduce his beautiful mother. And if she divorced his dad, she would be his for good. Cathy was another matter, but given the choice, his mother would win every time. Cathy had made him see what he could do with patience and understanding. And as the idea became more and more embellished in his mind, he could, he would, seduce his mother. And the cruise, where she would only be with him was the perfect place for it. Another thought entered his virile mind, taking her off his dad would be the thrill of a lifetime, possibly knowing he had been beaten by his own son, that his wife was his son's now.

He was so looking forward to what he hoped would be a life changing holiday. And the thought of his beautiful sexy mother, his very own, as his best friend frequently told him, MILF. Her calling his name as he fucked and made love to her, gave him a hefty hard on that had to been seen to and quickly.

He gave his mother another bone crunching hug, deliberately pressing his cock into her, but refusing to look her in the eye. He knew she had felt it, her lower body moved against his as he wiggled it into her. He left to go back to his room, "see you in the morning mum, love you," he told her. Back in his room he jacked off for the first time in months with his mother firmly fixed as his focal point in his mind when he shot his load up into the air.

His mother, glad that her husband hadn't been looking when her son had just done that to her, took a deep breath and walked into the hall where pretended to preen herself in the mirror. All the while she was trying to quickly get over what Mark had just done. The feel of his cock burned into her mind, she shivered.

"A mother shouldn't react this way," she said to her image without speaking, "its wrong." But the next shiver that rippled through her was strong enough to be almost called a mini orgasm.

Saturday morning came without any further mishap on her part. She tried to keep Mark at a distance, not wanting his father to guess what he was up to. What he was going to get up to on the cruise was something she never even considered.

The night before Mark had stayed at Cathy's; she wasn't her usual ebullient self.

"What's wrong Cathy?" he asked after he had just rolled off her, his cum deep in her now baby carrying womb. "You seem a little distracted."

"I'm sorry Mark, I think it might be because you are going away for three weeks with your mum, am I jealous do you think?"

"Why on earth should you be jealous Cathy, she's my mum." He told her.

"But she's so beautiful Mark, even you must see that?"

"Yes I know she is, all my friends tell me too, and now you, come on tell me what's bothering you," he insisted.

"Your mum and dad are not too happy are they Mark?"

"No, and your point is?"

"She will be vulnerable on holiday, I, er, I er, I'm a little worried she might take you from me, that I might lose you?"

"Cathy, what are you talking about?" but he knew.

"I see you looking at her, you love her, it's as plain as the nose on your lovely handsome face." There, she'd said it. She knew him better now than he knew himself! Mark for once was dumb, he couldn't think of what to say.

"Is it that obvious?" he asked her, not thinking that by saying that, he was admitting it.

"Yes baby it is, but she's your mum, people might not understand if they knew."

"Would they understand any better if they knew about us then?" he asked her. This put Cathy on the back foot, it was her turn to stop and think.

"Cathy, listen to me please," he continued, "you will always have more than a special place in my heart, I would rather die than hurt you. But now you seemed to have read me like no one can, yes I do love my mother, more than I should, but I can't do anything about it, it is what it is."

"Promise me you won't just leave me hanging Mark; I would hate that, we mean too much to each other don't we?"

"Yes Aunty Cathy," he smiled to her, she playfully punched his arm and scowled at him for calling her Aunty Cathy, "we do and we always will. You, apart from mum are the most wonderful woman on earth." They kissed and settled down to sleep in each others arms. Mark didn't know what to make of this revelation.

The following day Mark and his mother set off, his dad took them to the railway station to begin their journey, and then it was just the two of them. Mark immediately set about letting his mother know who she was with, it wasn't her son, she didn't know yet, it was soon to be her lover.

"Emma, we are going to have the best time, I promise you, and you are in for the greatest surprises ever!" He told her happily.

"Who are you calling Emma?" she asked, but she didn't mind really.

"You mum, from now on you are Emma to me, and just for the record, the travel documents state we are man and wife, so be careful what you say about us," he said.

Emma looked at him, "what is the devious little sod planning?" she asked herself, but her stomach fluttered. They arrived at the port, boarded their ship, and were escorted to their stateroom. Mark had ordered six dozen white roses, his mother's favourite flowers. When the attendant opened the cabin door and they stepped in Emma was utterly stunned.

"This isn't the room you're.... you booked," she corrected herself, "darling," she added.

"No," Mark said, but it's ours," he told her. Then she saw all the roses around, they were everywhere. Her heart flipped, she rushed around smelling them, she turned went to her son and hugged him. The attendant looked the other way; he was hanging on for his tip.

Mark put his hand in his pocket and took out 200 USD, "I want special attention okay?" The Philippine boys face lit up.

"You've got it sir!" he grinned and left a happy boy. He also thought how lucky that guy was, a stateroom, and that beautiful older woman in it with him for three weeks.

They hugged and hugged, Marks prick grew, Emma had to pull away because she was feeling it again, it was something she had been feeling quite often recently, when ever they were close it got stuck into her, it made her shiver.

"You have a look around Emma," he said, "I'll put some of our things away." He didn't want her to see what was in his case, slinky sexy underwear for her, but not for wearing the two evening gowns he had spirited out of her wardrobe, He wanted her looking like only she could when they went to the two gala balls they would be attending together. "Turn heads? She will screw them right off!" He thought happily, he hid them in his closet along with the super fitting tux, cummerbund and frilled shirt he had hired for the balls.

But his mother couldn't help noticing that the sleeping arrangement was a large double bed, and not singles. She clocked him but refrained from asking the obvious question, she knew he would have an answer of some sort for her. They unpacked together, checked the bathroom that had a Jacuzzi in, the private balcony was a wow. A fully stocked bar was for their use.

They were called to the safety meeting what to do in case of etc etc. After that they went up onto the sun deck, sat at the pool bar and had a cocktail, the ship was sailing they were really on their way, and he, his father was now out of the picture for the next three weeks. Emma was already attracting surreptitious glances, this made Mark feel great, but he was also a little jealous too.

He was all attention, holding her hand, gazing into her beautiful eyes when she fixed him with them, they had a late afternoon snack and went back to their cabin. Emma said, "shall we have a naop darling, its been a really long day and I don't want to fall asleep at the dinner table do I?" she laughed.

"Good idea," he told her, "come on I can undress here, you take the bathroom okay?"

He was almost in bed before she had got to the bathroom; he left his shorts on, and waited. Emma came back ten minutes later, checked him out and smiled. She saw his bare chest and wondered, "Oh yes?" He pulled the covers back for her and slipped in beside him, it was 5.25pm, she laid there for a moment, and said in her sweet soft voice.

"I'm so glad I'm here Mark, I'm overjoyed already, thank you darling for bringing me, and thank you for the beautiful flowers too. I can't believe myself, but I'm glad it's you and not your dad I'm here with, does that make any sense?"

"It does to me Emma, and I'm the same too, I am honoured and over the proverbial moon that I here with you too. And the flowers are beautiful, but not any where near as beautiful as you," he said with love an aura around him.

She reached across and kissed his cheek; he put his arm around her and slid right in. He was facing her, "I love you mu... Emma," he smiled.

"I love you too darling, shall we snooze now?"

"Yes defo Emma, but he could feel his cock lying on her hip, she had to feel it too, he thought. But he was going to wait, now wasn't the right time, not yet, tonight! He told himself, he had his plan and he was sticking to it, rain or shine.

Emma turned her back to him, he spooned right in and his prick slipped between her ass cheeks, he heard the small gasp or sigh, but never dislodged him, then he heard smooth whispered breaths, she was asleep. He closed his eyes and two hours later still in position he woke. He held still, he knew his prick would get hard again and it did, it slid between her thighs as it tensioned and grew.

"As soon as she stirs I'm away," he told himself, he wanted her to know but not feel threatened. Emma mumbled, she was waking, she didn't moved but her eyes slowly opened, she had forgotten where she was, but knew that her husbands prick was erect between her legs, she squeezed it with her toned thighs. Mark slipped away, stood and headed for the bathroom, "I'm having a shower Emma," he said over his shoulder, "want to join me?" he sniggered dirtily.

Emma came fully awake and knew for certain she had squeezed Marks cock thinking briefly that it had been her husbands.

"My god Emma, you naughty slut!" she admonished herself, but the feel of her son's cock right there had been absolutely delicious. She got out of bed, donned her towelling robe, and went shyly into the bathroom, "the sooner I face him the less embarrassment I'll feel," were her thoughts on the matter.

Emma was beginning to see her son in a new light, she knew now he was feeling sexual tendencies towards her that much was now blatantly obvious. And she reproached herself for obliquely feeling the same way, but his main asset as far as she was concerned was, "he isn't in my face, he isn't pushing me, he is just there, right where he needs to be."

"Hi baby," she said gaily through the screen door, it opened, "Come on in," he laughed and closed it again. He was giving her the chance if she wanted, to make her own decision, yes or no. This was the instant that she knew for certain what his intentions were. And Emma couldn't see yet, a way of saying no, and she thought now that she wouldn't be able to when the time came.

"But the cheeky sod will have to do it right, or he'll have no chance," this thought amazed her, she was actively thinking that he was about to seduce her no matter what she thought. She washed and made herself look good for him, then went into the room to dress. Mark came out after giving her time to do her thing, and he too dressed.

"You look gorgeous Emma, you really do, you'll have all them men ogling you."

"It's just a dress darling," she told him.

"Yes I know, but its what's inside it that matters, and that is you Emma, you!" She smiled delightfully and thanked him with a hard hug for his compliment.

"Flattery will get you every where," she told him with a knowing smile. He beamed at this, he was on safe ground for sure.

They sat at a table for eight people and they had a great time, there was music in the corner. The barman that night was there attendant, Mark had a quiet word, "my wife only drinks white wine, she'll have two glasses, maybe three, and I want you to put a small shot of vodka in each one she has, a small one, got that?" A twenty changed hands, "certainly sir," he said. Mark didn't want his mother drunk, but he wanted her relaxed, she had two glasses and then suggested to her 'husband' that go return to their stateroom.

The men on their table would have died to swap places with him, she was radiant, happy and very contented with her lot, but she had only had eyes for him.

"Shall we go to bed darling?" she asked him seductively.

"I'm right behind you darling," he replied, and he heard one of the men whisper.

"I would be too if I had that to go to bed with," Mark grinned from ear to ear.

He walked her back, his arm lazily around her waist almost sitting on her hip, she leaned into him. He could feel her warmth as they walked; back in the room he quickly made coffee.

"Come on Emma, let's sit on the balcony in the moonlight for a while shall we?"

"Ooooh yes baby, I'd like that," she told him, Mark arranged the two chairs so they were side by side. She sat, and picked up her coffee and gave it to her in her right hand, her left went into his. He kissed it, looked at her intently, then said.

"I love you Emma."

"Yes Mark I think I know, and I love you too honey," then she kissed his hand and looked him square in the eye. "I think its time Mark, shall we?" and she nodded over her lovely head, but never said, "to go to bed," or "to make love." She left it unsaid.

They went in, Mark stayed close, he was feeling the pressure, but Cathy had taught him well, he was within his limits, he was on track, everything was going to plan. Emma went and changed, she had brought a dozen nighties of one sort or another, and daringly she chose a short one. When she returned Mark was again lying in bed, the covers pulled back for her.

The beautiful 39 year old woman that was his mother and the envy of all of his friends slid in next to him. His cock jumped at the sight, she looked so fabulous. She half turned her back, she wanted to see and know what he was intending to do. He came up to her as he had that afternoon and spooned in. Emma sighed; Mark pressed his cock down between his legs, as he made contact with her ass he let go, it sprang up to be met by her closed thighs, she felt his cock right off, there was no where for it to hide.

She snuggled back at him, his prick now secure shoved between her creamy toned thighs. She turned her face to him and he kissed her cheek, he slid his arm around her and cupped her heavy breast.

"Ooooh Mark, what are you..." was all she uttered because his fingers closed over her nipple and negated her words, she sighed once more.

"I'm your mother Mark," she managed to gasp, but she knew this wasn't going to make any difference, not now. But the thrill coursing through her at this illicit encounter was just too naughty, wrong and so exciting.

"No you're not Emma, not here you aren't, you are my wife," he told her gently and rolled her nipple as he squeezed it again. He was about three days ahead of his schedule for her seduction, and boy, was he happy about it!

Emma collapsed internally, the fight she had envisaged, the 'make him work for it,' ethic, had never been in the same room. "What would his father say if he could see me and our son like this?" she thought.

"Oh darling darling," she whispered huskily over her shoulder. He moved slightly away from her and pulled her to lie on her back, then he leaned over her. He was looking directly into her amazing eyes, and told her.

"I didn't know it until now Emma," he said so softly, "but I have waited for this moment for the whole of my life," and before she could even begin to take in what he had just said, he kissed her. It was their first kiss, their first real lovers kiss. He had kissed her earlier, but it hadn't been a full amorous one, his lips connected fully and he had pulled away, but it hadn't been a peck either.

Emma rolled properly on to her back and lifted her arm to encircle his neck. She was in, she had made the leap, the next one would begin the first chapter of this book he was writing in her mind. She was stirring in her excitement; her body was activating itself, making her ready for her man. Mark her son, was disappearing from her into the annals of her heart, coming to her now was the man she would go to with her life.

She had a quick mental flash, 'make a note to divorce his father just like I said I was going to!' Mark was claiming her and she was willingly and devoutly giving him every part of her. He squeezed her nipple, she groaned in his mouth, his knee slipped onto her pussy, her thighs parted for him, nothing would be kept back. Emma was falling headlong into her own son. She would never belong to anyone else ever again, the love she had for him spilled out of her heart to surround him.

Emma turned fully to him, she knew what she was doing now, knew where she was going and never coming back.

"Darling," she whispered, "this is the point of no return, are you aware of that?" She hoped he got her meaning, that he understood what she was not saying, that she was committing herself to this, to him.

"I've never understood anything better in my life Emma, Mrs Mark Andrew Lyndhurst," he said quietly, but strongly.

"I like that, It like the sound of it Mr Lyndhurst, my marriage to you is going to be final Mark, make no mistake."

Before he could reply Emma, his now gone mother sought his prick, she found it easily, it was in her soft hand, then hands, he groaned, she pushed down his shorts, and said.

"Never ever wear anything in bed with me again young man, I want you naked at all times and ready for me, got that?" His reply to that was to rise above her, nudge her pussy and then sink all the way in. Emma was slick with her lustful juices, his prick was hard and ready, the two met and joined, they were now one and the same.

Cathy had taught him well, he knew not to go for the finish line until she was ready to cross it, he fucked his mother with intent and deliberation, but in utter ecstasy that he was where he at last belonged. Emma gasped a gulped, 'Ooooh'd' and 'Aaaah'd' 'Mmmmm'd' and grunted, his weight, the power of his prick, his determination, his wanton abandonment, his controlled manic thumping thrusts drew orgasms out of her.

She clamped herself to him as if super glued, her eyes shut tight, as the heaviest slams hit her time and again, his loins slapping down onto her own unknown upward thrusts to meet him. Emma had not known this, she and her husband had never joined quite like this, her memory was good, she knew Mark was better already, an indictment in itself.

She let herself go to wherever her mind and body took her, she was travelling a road hitherto not explored. She had no idea she was the recipient and absolute benefactor of her lovely sister in laws lessons. In four months she had turned Mark from an excited clever lover, into a man whose sole desire was to please his woman, and got his gleefully after she had got hers.

The joy of seeing a woman, his woman now devastatingly happy and satisfied, is the utmost result any man alive can attain, and Mark was about to attain it once more, as he had many many times, but now not with his lover, his Aunty Cathy. But with this woman, his wife, his soul mate, his mother. Emma felt in her inner most senses that she had changed, changed from the wife of his father, from being a mother, to the wife of her son, and no more ever again to do with his father.

Mark hit the high note, his prick pulsed and throbbed and then that all consuming ejection that nothing on earth could ever stop took place. He unloaded what felt like a lorry load of thick cum into his mother, she climaxed again on it, he jettisoned all he had, and slowly settled down, breathing heavily. He looked down at her, lying there still and sated.

"Are you okay Emma?" he whisped.

"I have never felt better darling, never, and I wonder if I ever will again."

"You will if I have anything to do about it," he beamed and kissed her, he thought the kiss was as natural as a kiss could be, as if it were ordained that he should be kissing and loving the woman who had given him life.

Emma easily pushed him off, "I need to breathe properly darling," she smiled at him, he grinned back understanding, and being pleased that she admitted it. Then they slept, both were exhausted, not only from the extremely long day, also what had transpired, he had intended it to happen, Emma had half expected it, but not the way it had rolled her over completely. The intensity of their union, their coming together, the certain knowledge that life would never, could never be, the same ever again.

She turned her back to him, he spooned in to her, cupped her left tit in his right hand, and his face in her hair, his warm breath soothing her neck, his knees tucked under hers. She had never felt more comfortable, nor as safe as she felt now. They both turned this way and that in the night, but the positions remained the same, him to her, her to him.

In the morning Emma woke first, slowly turning her head to look at him, to remember the night, their loving absolute connection, their joining. And the love making, 'oh,' she whispered, 'the love making.' She slipped her hand behind herself to feel once more the fabulous thing that had given her so much joy and happiness. Mark mumbled in his sleep, Emma never tried to waken him, she wanted to see her lover, her son, now her soul mate open his eyes to see her waiting for him. With her other hand she gently combed her hair with her fingers, she wanted to look as god as she could for him. She ran a finger tip around her eyes, her nose and lips.

Then she waited, she didn't have to wait long, why? Because her fingers refused to listen to her, they squeezed his cock several times, gently, but never the less, they and the palm of her hand squeezed him. It began to grow in her hand, as if awakening from its own slumber, a little boy being gently woken by its mommy in the morning.

Emma espied her son over her shoulder, she smiled happily and very naughtily at her illicit actions, her sons beautiful cock was in her hand, she was stroking it and it was getting bigger, 'bigger for me' she chortled silently. She glanced at the clock, it told her it was 9.15, 'it will be 12.15 in the UK I think,' she said in her head, and as if by magic, her phone chirped. She looked at it; the ID said it was her husband.

"God damnit!" she whispered to herself, wanting urgently to keep playing with the very live cock in her hand. She pondered briefly whether to answer it or not, but decided she ought to. Mark woke at the chirping, but stayed still, his mind was already fixed on the fabulous sensation coming from his cock.

"Hello," Emma said.

"Hi its me, I thought I had better call and say hello, I hope I haven't woken you?"

"You haven't woken me," Emma replied, "but you've just woken Mark though."

"He's still in bed? Tell the lazy devil to get up," he tried being funny, it didn't work for his wife.

"He'll be up in a minute or two I can assure you of that," she replied with devil in her voice. And also with her knowing hand working its magic on her son. Mark sniggered quietly; his prick was at full attention and wanting to get to work.

Mark reached around her and nipped a nipple; Emma gave out a small "Ooooh." She gave his prick a hefty squeeze in return.

"What?" Her husband said.

"Nothing, I'm just turning over, we'll be having breakfast shortly," she told him, she let go momentarily and threw the covers back. Bent her lovely head and gave his standing prick a slurping kiss.

"Ah okay," he said, well I have to go, I'll call you tonight, I think we need to talk Emma." His wife's mouth was closed over Marks glans as she listened. Emma let go reluctantly, and said.

"Yes we do, and be ready for some news," she told him shortly.

"News, what kind of news Emma?" he asked.

"You and me Don, we are moving on," her voice was strong and sure. "I want a divorce, no arguments, we are done you and I. I have a life to lead and I intend to lead it without you now. Sorry to have to break it this way, but you need to know." She closed the phone, threw it down and went back to the waiting cock, the cock she wanted to see spout its contents high into the air for her.

At the other end, her husband was staring silently at the phone with his mouth open wide. This wasn't unexpected, they had been going downhill, but obviously not at the rate of knots he had thought about. He rang her again, no answer, he rang several more times, each time she refused to answer. She couldn't have talked anyway not with a mouthful of lovely hot, hard and vibrant flesh held in it. Emma reached for the phone, found it and hurled it at the wall, the incessant chirping stopped, she got on with her loving task.

Mark was flat on his back by now staring wildly at his mother, his prick being munched beautifully by her, he started to grunt, and move under her, he was about to cum, she replaced her mouth with her hand, straddled his left thigh and she wanked him. Her hand became a blur, she felt the expansion in his prick as his cum rocketed out and up it was like a jet wash. It flew up and over his shoulder to land on the cabin wall above his head, huge globs of it splashed all around.

Emma gasped at the intense delivery, it spurted like an out of control oil well, her hand never stopped, it released more and more cum. She attempted to catch some in her mouth, she succeeded a little but a lot hit her in the eye and face too. She laughed as it hit her; it was a joyous happy laugh. It had amazed her, she couldn't remember her husband doing it like this, not even in his hey day.

She let his burning prick loose, and went into the bathroom, there she washed her face, but not before wiping his cum up on her fingers and licking them clean. Mark on the bed, had grabbed his shirt and attempted to clean the wall down, but the stain was there now, and to him it was an obvious cum stain. He wondered what the cleaning crew would think, it didn't bother him one jot.

Emma came back and got back on the bed.

"You want to go for round two right now, or shall we go for breakfast darling?" she asked him.

"I'm famished Mo...Emma, lets go and eat, but first what you just said to dad, did you mean any, or all of that?"

"I meant every word Mark, as far as I'm concerned it's me and you now, unless you don't want it that way. I'll understand if you don't feel you need or want to?" her face clouded when she said it. She hadn't gone through this scenario yet.

"Need or want to," he said loudly, "Emma Lyndhurst, are you barking mad. I love you, you are already my wife, you are not his wife any longer," referring to his father in the past tense already. "And you never will be again, and learn this Emma, you are staying my wife, okay!" The words, the way he said them were final, no room for negotiation, no compromise, end of, that's it. Kapishe!

"Well Mr Lyndhurst whilst were talking about us, you need to know something too. I have been your mother for all of your life, and nine months before that. And now being your wife and leaving your mother behind will take some getting used to, for the both of us," she said. "Can you, will you be able to, get to grips with that, us going to bed on a night instead of saying good night and going to different bedrooms?"

"I will die trying mo... Emma, and I'm so looking forward to more of this too," he nodded at his prick.

"You will never once hear me say no Mark, and I'm the sort of girl who needs lots of attention, ask your father why he's in the predicament he's in now. But there is more to a marriage than sex believe me darling." She told him.

"I know Emma, I'm well aware of the responsibilities of you, me, us."

"How do you know baby, and while were on the subject, how come you know so much about a woman, who's been teaching you, hmmm?" There was a knock on the door, it was the cleaners, Mark breathed a sigh of relief, 'I'll have to be more careful in what I tell my mo... wife,' he thought.

Emma would remember the question though, she had seen a glint in his eye when she had asked him that, and a woman knows these things, and she also knew that a boy his age shouldn't be this worldly wise at his age. Although she was happily glad that he did. The climaxes she had had with him already broke all of her record books.

She had always known of his closeness to Cathy, and even had lewdly thought, "I wouldn't be surprised if the young bugger made some sort of play for her in a given moment." But these had only ever been occasional thoughts, now she suspected that there might have been more than lewd thoughts. But, she reasoned, "if he has, if they did, then I'll owe a debt of gratitude to her for the rest of my life for bringing Mark to me, although she'll never know it!"

Mark's question, "what are you smiling at Emma?" brought her back to reality.

"Oh nothing that won't keep baby, lets go for breakfast, I have work for you later!" she grinned at him, and stroked his arm lovingly. He smiled back so disarmingly, she melted.

"I'll be on duty maam, when ever you call for my services," he told her with a smirk.

"Yes you will young man," she answered over her shoulder. "Come on Mark, I want to show my husband off to all the ladies, and make them so jealous!"

They walked together, heads turned to check them out, the men on Emma, and lots of women on Mark, she nudged him.

"I think we could score here babes, we are the best looking couple on the ship," she told him with a sideways snigger.

"You are without a doubt the best looking broad Emma," he replied laughing, she poked him in the ribs saying.

"I am not a 'broad' I am your wife treat me with respect, or?"

"Or what?" he smiled.

"You wait until I get you back there," she said, hooking her thumb over her shoulder, meaning their stateroom.

"Can't wait Mrs Lyndhurst, what have you in mind for me?"

"Not too sure yet my boy, but it will be stamina sapping!" Emma couldn't believe how she was behaving, the thoughts she was thinking. And above all, how she had completely seemed to have cast aside her marriage of over twenty years. And not only that, but she was happy in the knowledge that she was now belonged to another man, another mans property, another man who loved her, whom she loved like she had never really loved her husband. And Emma had moved on to him and into him in a smooth and seamless move.

They were seated with eight other guests at their table, they made small talk, but really only had eyes, ears and thoughts for each other. When she had gone to numberless dinners and functions with her husband, they had only talked when the night had finished and they were going home. Emma now knew that the last several years had been a sham, a marriage in every way but the right one.

After their breakfast where they had kept in close contact with each other, hands on a knee, a hand grasping a cock, a hand was pressing into a pussy, heated looks, knowing needs. They walked up to the top deck where the pool was, they had a drink at the cocktail bar, and then headed beck to their room and each other. Emma was in dire desperate need to be screwed by her son.

As soon as they entered she attacked him, yanking at his shirt and jacket.

"Get your clothes of Mark Lyndhurst, I need you so much. I can't wait for you to be in me again. Get on with it, RIGHT NOW!" she shouted the words. He grinned in happiness, this beautiful woman, once his mother, now his lover was mad about him. He had taken her away completely and forever from his father, would he get a shock if he could see how she was behaving with him, and an even bigger shock if he could see what he was about to do to her.

Emma struggled as quickly as she could out of her dress, and jumped on the bed, taking her underwear off as she went. Mark was right behind her, Emma was going dizzy with the passion bouncing crazily through her. She had never in her life felt this randy, her need to be fucked was paramount in her mind. Her womanly desire for hard flesh to penetrate her, and in the way that only the man in her sights, the only man in her life can possibly do.

Mark was on her like a tornado, he drove his prick in without further ado, he banged it home as hard as he could, his own need negating any thought of finesse. Emma's breath whooshed out of her as her son filled her pussy up full and tight. Then he was in and out like lightening, his prick drilling deep and taking all before it. Emma had her first climax simply due to the power of his onslaught, she had no defence, she wanted even less.

Mark was above her looking down into her serene face, her gorgeous eyes locked on his,