I always wondered why you called me Mrs. Isaacs.”“What?!” I said in mock indignance. “You mean, all these years, I could have been calling yo... Debbie like Janis and Samantha did? Janis and Samantha were my older sisters, and I always felt like they were closer to Mrs. Isaacs than I was. “My mom always told me to call you Mrs. Isaacs, so that’s what I did. I’m a good boy!” I joked. “I felt as if I had to call you that, and that somehow my sisters were part of some special club who were part. As I wondered about this, her legs parted and the flashlight rocked side to side with the motion of the boat. My cock stiffened as I imagined what that light could feel.Abruptly, Mom’s legs snapped tight on the light and she straightened to an upright sitting position. Reaching her hands under her t-shirt, she fumbled about and finally, in that mysterious maneuver that I still as a grown man have yet to master -- or any honest guy I know -- managed to pull her bikini top out and drop it onto. The sight of that was enough to make me cum and I instantly shot out cum all over her face. Across her eyes, her lips and into her mouth, onto her tongue. She closed her eyes licking her lips, her tongue running all over her lips. She opened up her eyes seconds later and she saw me looking down on her. Cum still oozing from the tip of my cock. her hands covered in cum as it drizzled down from the tip. she gave my cock a kiss and slid it back in her mouth sucking me slowly. Licking the last bit. She held my head steady as she ground her mouth into mine, swirling her tongue with mine, and pushed her big glorious tits into me. I lifted my left hand up and slid it under her top, grabbing her big heavy tit, and starting squeezing it.Fuck, it filled my hand completely and spilled over my fingers. The big nipple poked into my palm.She pulled away and lifted the top over her head, exposing those big, ripe melons, and shook her shoulders. "I know you want to play with these," she teased, "You.