It was a beautiful day. Karen and I spent time tanning and talking.Karen removed her top and was tanning topless. I decided what the hell and did the ...ame thing.Karen saw a few boats go by she knew. She'd sit up and wave as they went by. She had no issue with the fact that she was topless. I wondered if she even thought about it, she was so casual.I, on the other hand, was very aware of being topless. The thought of all those people seeing my tits was giving me delicious thoughts. I admit, I've. My only excuse is that I was so caught up in the fever of telling my tale of adventures on the high seas that it escaped my notice in my haste to put down the details before they vanished into the dark recesses of my wine-addled brain.I was born on board a ship floundering in the grip of a desperate storm just south of the Equator to a female captive of a Frenchie Privateer out of some hell-hole in the dismal islands off the coast of Argentina. That Frenchie was a right bastard both in reality. She sucks his other one in, hand stroking his shaft. Brock watches as her tongue trails up his sack to the base of his prick and then slowly on upward. It teases around the tip while the shower pours vigorously down on her. His sister looks up at him, into his eyes and she opens her mouth to slowly slip his member inside.Brock moans when he feels her warm mouth slide down his steely rod. She takes all of him; the tip of him brushing her throat. Then she starts bobbing up and down, slurping. Readily. A cereal kernel fell off her tit. I couldn’t believe we were doing this again either. “I’m your mother. I can’t be seen certain ways. You understand?”Um, yeah - that’s definitely reasonable (despite her current appearance). Good thing I didn’t really consider the consequences and had a hard dick to lead the way ahead for us instead.“I understand.”I made sure to give her that with a solid foundation. Gave it some cement.Concrete. Like my Cock.“We’re doing this for you. Not me. Got.