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"Cut it out," she repeated, laughing. "I'm going to give you a big kiss, that's what I'm going to do."
She got up and went to her son. She bent down. The full tits in her tank top sagged firmly forward. Her
lips puckered. Matt sucked in his breath, and Suzy was all too conscious of the plan he'd just talked
about.
He lifted his face and bent forward. He raised his arms. Suzy watched their lips meet, and her pussy
tingled between her thighs.
Tish had intended for the kiss to be a motherly peck. Matt's arms came around her back and held her
bent over. His mouth opened. He kissed her fully, startling her.
He held her there, his hand working at the nape of her neck. Then his hand slid around to the side of her
chest, and Suzy watched with tingling horror as he turned his palm upward and cupped the full mound of
his mother's tit and squeezed gently.
Tish made a sound in the back of her throat and struggled erect, gasping. "Matt!" she cried, blushing all
over.
"I love you too, Mom," he said softly, smiling handsomely at her. He put his arm around his sister's
shoulder and hugged her. "So does Suzy, Mom. And we're not ashamed to say so, either." His hand
deliberately covered his sister's tit and massaged it.
Tingles shot all through Suzy's body. She felt her pussy tunnel squirm all along its length. She sucked in
her breath, which only pushed her tit more deeply into her brother's hand, and she looked right at her
mother.
"Matt, stop it!" Tish cried. "What's the matter with you!"
"I just feel lovey today, Mom, that's all. It's a good day, a happy day. You smiled for the first time in two
weeks, and that's made both of us happy, that's all. Don't you like for your children to love you and kiss
you?"
"Not like that!" she blurted. "Matt, you take your hand off her, right now!"
"But Mother - I like his hand on my tit," Suzy said, feeling vibrations of approval tremble through her
brother's fingers. "Didn't you just now? Didn't his hand feel good on your tit?"
"Now, just a darn minute!" Tish cried, gasping.
"I know you did, Mom. I saw you. I watched you. You liked it."
"I did -"
"And I felt your lips, Mom," Matt said. "You can't bluster your way out of it."
"You're being insolent, Matt Flancher!"
"And you're being evasive, Mom. So what if you like it? You should like it. I'm your son. I love you. I
care about you."
"That makes no difference, young man!"
"That makes all the difference, Mommy," Suzy said quietly. "I know too - remember?"
Tish looked at her daughter. Her mouth opened and closed. Her wide eyes slowly slid aside, her gaze
lowering. Her tits heaved with her quick breathing.
"Yes," she said hollowly, whispering. "I remember."
She looked as if she were going to slip back. Suzy felt Matt nudge her. As if of the same mind, they
both stood. They both hugged their arms around her and held her tightly, and for the first time, Suzy
knew she could really go through with it. She could really help her brother fuck their mother.
"Oh, I - I'm . . . I'm all right, kids," Tish gasped finally, trying to fight her way out of their embrace. "I just
. . . it's been so . . ."
Her face crinkled up. She sobbed. A harsh, choking, sound that shook her body. When she came up for
air finally, she came up smiling.
"All right, you pests," she laughed softly. "I enjoyed it. There! But don't do it again, you hear?"
Matt smiled back. "I can't promise a thing like that, Mom. I liked it too, you know. That's a nice boob."
"Oh, you're outrageous!"
The boat lurched forward suddenly, the engines roaring. They felt the boat wheel off to the side. Captain
Elsworth stuck his head into the hatchway.
"Matt, you want to come up and reel in these lines? Looks like a boat in trouble out here."
They looked through the window. There was a small boat adrift in the Gulf Stream. There were two men
in it, waving their arms.
Tish sucked in her breath and stiffened and put her hand to her mouth. "Oh, I don't want them aboard!"
she cried softly. "I don't want them to come on this boat!"
Chapter 5
Captain Elsworth pulled the Missy alongside and hailed the two men. One was a giant. At least, his body
was huge. His chest was a barrel, and his arms were as thick as Matt's thighs. He had a small head for
the big body, and there was a witless expression to his face.
The other man was thin and wiry, with dark, curly hair, a hooked nose, thin lips and a bony jaw. His
eyes had a steely glint. He took the rope that Captain Elsworth tossed him and hooked it around the
bow cleat of the small runabout.
The two men climbed aboard the Missy "Engine conked out," the small one said to Captain Elsworth.
"Everybody else seems to be heading back to shore for the night."
"I was just about to," Captain Elsworth said, grinning jovially at the two in his open way. "Good thing for
you boys I hadn't, or you'd be on your way to England. This old Stream runs fast."
"Yeah, Pops, it does. How about this tub, does it run fast too?" the small one asked, his eyes like
polished carbon now.
The smile went off Captain Elsworth's face, and the old man tensed.
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