I heard the kids."Mom? What did you do?" they both asked."Oh sure, blame me," she replied."Mom ... you're the one with the watch." Art said."Yeah, mom..." Ink agreed.She came back to the wheel and took over while I put on my wet gear. Not that it was wet ... it's to keep me from getting wet. Lookit ... don't blame me ... it's what sailors call it. Unless they call it foul weather gear.So she's minding the helm when we hit something."Errk," I said.The kids came running out on deck in their wet. It was my mother's turn to gasp. "To think, if you weren't my son we'd have very satisfied expressions on our faces when we finally got into that pool."She slid off her panties. How I didn't shoot my load there and then I don't know. After hearing her say that then drop her panties, exposing her broad hips and triangle of dark fluff, I could feel my erection twitching, my balls pulsing. A tiny drop of precum glistened as it oozed out of the end. We just kind of stood staring at each other for a. It thrust in and out while one hand moved to my clit and rubbed it in circular motions. I cried out as I orgasmed and the monster lapped up my fluids. It began to suckle on my breasts, it's tongue rolling around my nipple and its hands massaging my labia. It shoved 3 fingers deep into my pussy and thrust in and out in heavy motions. My eyes rolled up into my head as I approached another orgasm and screamed in pleasure. Soon the monster was finished and got off of me and went away to join the. ”Masha asked, “So you want me to lie about this?”I nodded my head and continued, “You bet I do. You will be called as a witness for this case and if you tell the jury you went there to kill the men, then you will lose all credibility.”Masha looked down and said, “Tanya, I am not sure I can lie about this.”I wanted to slap some sense into her, but knew that wouldn’t work so instead I asked, “So, you’re telling me you would rather be deported back to Russia with no hope of coming back to see your.