Mara opened her eyes and smiled up at Tim. “Hi, honey. Meet Hank.
Hank, this is my son, Tim.” Hank took a hand from the full tit of Tim's mother and held it out to the boy. “Hi there, Tim. Glad to meet you. Your Mom's some woman, you know that?” Tim smiled and sat in the chair across the room from them. “Sure, I know that, Hank.” His cock began to soften and lay down across his full thigh, the knob slick with his cum. He leaned his head back and looked at the two adults. “You sure were going at it a moment ago.” Mara sighed and straightened, and leaned back, crossing her legs and letting Tim see the full gaping of her still drooling cunt. Some of Hank's white cum slipped out of the hot canal and oozed into the sofa covering.
“This is Hank Truman,” she told Tim. “He is the new forest ranger assigned to this area. He heard of us living on the island and came to pay us a call.” “Where are you living?” asked Tim. His cock stirred a little, he noticed Mara's cunt quivering and contracting as she began to relax the muscles more. “Oh, nowhere right now,” said Hank. “My daughter and I-” “Do you have a daughter? How old is she?” “She is eighteen and lives with me.” “Great. Say, Mom. Why don't we put Hank and his daughter up until they find a place? Seems like you two have got real acquainted and they could stay in our spare rooms.” “Sure, why not?” Mara was all for it. She liked what she had just gotten. And who knows, she might come to really like it as much as if not more than Tim. After all, how long could a woman continue to fuck her own son? When they had dressed and eaten the salad and a small steak each that Mara had fixed, they rested on the patio for a short while and then, deciding to swim, ran down to the beach area, still nude, and dived into the water. Hank and Tim immediately swam a race to see who could reach the float first, while Mara swam out more leisurely. She had just pulled herself upon the float and was teasing Hank's cock to a hard-on, when she heard the mutter of a motorboat coming out toward the island. She ceased her teasing and allowed his stand to subside, while they watched the boat approach.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cherry pointed to the float. “There's Dad, now, Jerry. And with a woman and a boy.” Jerry was eyeing the gorgeous bounce and sway of Cherry's large tits, the raised nipples spearing the material with every sway and turn of the boat. He saw the outlined slit of her cunt in her tight bikini, outlining her cunt perfectly, and his cock began to make its presence known. “Yeah,” he muttered, “that's Mara Fletcher and her son, Tim.” “Do they own the whole island?” she wanted to know. She turned on her seat amidships to stare over at the pleasantly green and wooded island in the middle of the lake. “So I hear,” he told her. “Her husband left her with a bundle.” “And some day her son will inherit that bundle,” Cherry mused, her eyes gleaming. “You know, he looks better and better the closer we get. Go over to the float, Jerry.” Jerry grunted and turned the boat toward the float, where he saw now that the occupants were nude. “Oh golly,” squealed Cherry, “Look at them! They are all naked. Goodie!” “Hey, sit down, what are you doing?” Jerry yelled at her. Cherry had risen and was rapidly getting out of her halter and bikini. Not that it took long to do so, for they were almost skin-tight and weighed all of two ounces, both pieces. In a moment she sat down, seeing how she was causing the boat to yaw and turn. But as she did so, she stripped the bikini over her feet and shouted, “WEEEeeee! I made it!” and waved at the three now clearly discernible on the float. Jerry was about to go out of his mind.
His cock was so hard, as he watched the tip and sway, the bounce and jiggle of the young girl's body. Her tits were not large, but were firm and pointed upward and outward away from the center of her chest, with large, puffy centers, topped by cherry-red nipples that were standing in full attention. Her thighs were spread and he could see the beginning of her slit under the whorl of hair that was the color of that on her head, proving she was a pure blond. Her belly was slim, with a delectable dimple for a button, and her thighs were tight and strong from playing a lot of tennis, and clasping boys about the waist as they mounted and rode her to completion. He slowed the boat and then it nosed against the float and Tim reached down and caught it, holding it close to the side. Cherry's eyes widened and she could not believe the sight of the half-hard monster of a cock that dangled from Tim's crotch. She glanced over at her father and he grinned at her and winked, knowing her thoughts. He was big- almost huge, but this kid had him beat a country mile! She licked her lips and felt faint as she thought of what could very web transpire between them before too much longer. He reached down and held out his hand to her, and as he did so, his eyes catching sight of her nude body, her strutting nipples and the slick, gleaming cleft of her cunt, his cock hardened more and swung up and out to stand half-hard, its small blind eye staring at her from the purplish swell of the knob.
“Hi,” he said to her, and taking her hand, he pulled her to the float. As she stepped over the edge, Jerry nearly creamed his swimsuit, as her thighs spread and he caught a full look at her hairy, pink-lipped vulva, fresh and girl-wanting, gleaming with the juices of her desires. He held the boat against the float until Tim wrapped the line about the stanchion and then he turned off the motor and stepped onto the surface of the wavering platform. “Hi, Jerry,” Mara called. She patted the plank beside her. “Come set down. You have met Mr. Truman, haven't you?” “Yeah. How are you, Mr. Truman?” Jerry held out his hand and shook with the other man. “Fine, Jerry.
Say, you are the odd man out, did you know that?” “Oh? How do you mean?” Hank gestured to his suit and then to the rest of them nude and reclining, cunts and cocks in full exposure. Hank's rod was about half-hard from Mara's teasing of it, and Cherry had settled right down beside the boy, and the warm pressure of her thigh against his sent his cock from half-stance to full attention. It bobbed furiously from the pounding of his heart, and a little clear liquid oozed from the piss-slit and ran down its side, and onto his wrinkled nut-sac. “Oh, I see. Okay. Like the man said, if you can't lick em, join em! And I sure as hell don't want to lick much. You know what I want to do!” He grinned at Mara. Rising, he rapidly slipped from his trunks, and his bit cock swung out and up, at right angles from his body, the cleanly stripped knob swelling with passion, and his desire to dive into either of the ripe bodies before him. “Now, everyone is comfortable. Let's just talk and do what comes naturally,” Mara suggested, reaching over and grasping Jerry's cock. She gave it a quick up and down tug, making the foreskin fold up over the swollen knob and then down again, baring it slick and dark in the sunlight.
“Gee, this is wild,” murmured Cherry. Her eyes were upon the gigantic cock of Tim's, as it swung upward from his bush, arched and throbbing, a little oozing of pre-cum slipping out of the piss-slit.
“I have never seen so many cocks and naked dames in my life,” she giggled. “Can I touch?” She reached out with one finger and put it on the head of Jerry's cock and smeared his come-juice around on the dark knob. “How about let's you and me swim?” Tim whispered to her, one of his hands cupping around her ripe tit. “Sure. That was the reason I came out here- among other things.” She grinned at him. She leaped to her feet, all her ripe young flesh bouncing. “Last one in's a monkey's uncle,” she yelled and dived in, going deep and angling away from the float. Tim was right behind her. She was a very good swimmer, and swam deeply, coming up only to gasp for air and sounding the bottom again. Tim came to her and motioned to her. She followed him and saw that he was taking her under the float. He put a finger to his lips for her to be still, and they eased up out of the water, slowly, to find a six-inch air pocket under the plank flooring of the float. “Shhh,” he cautioned her. He swam over and put his arms around her and they kissed, tongues exploring. He whispered, breathed it, into her ear so those on the float would not hear them.