My mom is a lonely woman who misses attention from her husband. My father is out most of the time, working hard and being engrossed in his work. He do...sn’t give her attention.My mom liked being flirted with and touched with an intent to fuck. I could see that. I thought to cash upon that slowly. In college, I had an athletic body and my mom used to compliment it whenever I was without a shirt. Obviously then I used to feel shy. But now my dick most of the thinking.I used to roam around in the. Tip-toeing tothe railing, he leaned out, ignoring the gusts of the ocean breeze thatbrushed his new locks over his face and eyes. He brushed them to oneside, and looked around.There were similar balconies all around him. Below him lay the ocean,about 100 feet underneath."I'm on a ship! I'm on a cruise ship! How did I get here? And why am I awoman?"Another gust of wind, this time slightly stronger, greeted his now litheframe. He looked down, seeing a flutter of champagne satin in the wind,held. I put my panties on and lay back on my bed, I started off by squeezing my nipple with one hand and using the other hand I put the other tit in my mouth and started sucking, after a couple of minutes I let go and rubbed my cunt through my panties, I slid my hand into them and started to rub my clit I could feel my orgasm welling up inside me and seconds later I was cumming onto my hand. After wiping the juices from my fingers onto the bed sheets I lay on my bed in the after-glow of my orgasm.I. I was sure she was awake. Again I was about to push her away but her hand went downward along my bare chest not stopping until her fingers brushed against my pecker. Now I was becoming scared as she left it resting alongside it. My mind raced; maybe she wasn’t awake after all. I was fourteen, hormones raging like a bull my pecker enlarged in mere minute or two. At this point there was no way I was about to say anything when her fingers grasped it lightly through my boxers. “It’s OK brother,.