You are still gently but firmly sucking my cock. I move my face under your gown and between your legs. I can feel the warmth on my face. You are on...fire. As my nose approaches you I can smell how wet you are. OMFG, it is such a strong but sweet smell. You spread your legs wide. You never break the rhythm of your mouth and throat swallowing my cock. I feel like I am going to die from the intensity of the amazing feeling growing inside. As my tongue touches your clit you jerk and moan. "That night I dreamed mom and I were on a boat that was gradually filling up with water. It was a rubber boat ... or maybe a water bed. I asked her what I should do and she said, "Have a drink." Her breasts were hanging over the edge. When I touched them, I woke up.Next morning mom said she'd slept better, with less pain, so we decided to have another massage that night. We agreed the couch wasn't ideal. It was too short, and the slope was awkward. When I said a bed would be better, she gave me. " I certainly had. That ended a sexually exciting day for me. I bet Frank got laid that night. And did he wonder what got his wife so fucking hot. I know that Linda and I had some hot sex. Do you think a wife would be upset to know that as her husband was fucking her he was picturing her mother, naked. The next morning Frank went to work. I did not start my new job until next week. That left Linda, Stella, and myself home for a few more days. We spent the day together, the three of us,. The storm seemed to follow us."Linda, grab the wheel, Chuck and I are going to shorten sail."Steve and I struggled with the main and finally secured two reefs. All the while I stole glances at Linda. She looked like an Amazon queen although a short one. The muscles in her arms flexed, and her red hair flew as she struggled with the rising wind to hold course.We started to furl the jib before the storm stuck. It wouldn't come down. There we were on a pounding boat, the jib out full and the storm.