”“It’s fine” I assured her and motioned the way for her to go.We walked to the slip where my boat was patiently waiting for me.“Wow, is this...yours” she asked?“Yup” I replied.“It’s huge!” she continued. “You could like sleep on it and everything.” “I do that from time to time” I replied.I helped her on board and she walked back and stood in the middle of the cockpit holding her bag down in front of her.“You can put that below if you like. Just place it behind the door on your left as you go. She was howeverhis Mom and he would never try and act on his fantasies. That night when Phyllis got home she slipped into one ofher favorite gowns. A light blue one that fell mid thighactually one of her more conservative ones. Although inthe right light it left nothing to the imagination. Oncecomfortable she joined Nick in the kitchen where theyenjoyed their pizza and some light conversation.Afterward they went to the living room for a nice familynight.Everything seemed normal between Mother. I woke with a start and in a sweat. I wasn’t scared; for some reason, I was more turned on than I ever remember being. Tommy was still holding me. I could feel him through his boxers pushing against me. I was disappointed we had been cautious in our dress last night. As I listened, I could tell he was sound asleep.I slipped from his embrace and went back to my room, and after rooting through one of my drawers I returned to Tommy. I took his t-shirt off and dropped my knickers on top of it.. I came back up , never opening my mouth, keeping my lips tight over the head of his cock until the end.I ran my hand up from the base of his cock, letting it become soaked in my warm slutty juice, before stroking his dick hard a few times, my own spit acting as lube making him groan and thrust."Megan" he whispered loudly.I felt cum rush hard through my own hard dick at the thought of being his girl and plunged my head back down, fast and tight with my hot wet mouth, one hand stroking the base.