Natalie's Surprize Boat Part 8

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Tammy, assisted by Mark, opened the table and set the plates on
it. Making her way forward she opened the forward hatch and stuck her head out. "Hey, time for dindin," she laughed.
Natalie got up from the foredeck. "Great, be right down." She was one to try anything once and decided to try and use the foreward hatch instead of going around the cabin to the cockpit. Thinking about her descent she thought she'd better have a safety net just in case. "Mark," she called below, "could you help me get through?"
"Sure okay, mom," he said making his way forward just as she came feet first through the hatch. "Be careful, mom," he cautioned as he
caught her feet and assisted her through the narrow hatch.

It was tight squeeze as Mark carefully eased her descent gradually
ascending his hands up her legs. As he eased her down he looked up and was thinking there could be a problem. She had accomplished getting through for the most part but, due to the dimensions of the square hatch, her breasts slapped against the topside of the hatchway.

"Mark, don't pull, I'm stuck," she cried as her breasts slammed against the opening.
"Can Kim help you from above, mom?" Mark questioned and took the advantage to stare at her abundant patch of blonde pubic hair taking the liberty to intensely study every detail of her anatomy. Staring at her exposure, completely open for his scutiny, he saw every little detail of it, every fold, and saw her engorged clit proudly displayed.

Kim came to her mother's aide cupping her hands against her breasts and pushed on them to no avail. "I don't think this is working, mom."
Natalie made a few suggestions and had her breasts yanked upward which, though somewhat painful, allowed her to slip through the hatch as she raised her arms. Tears pooled themselves in her eyes as the underside of her breasts scraped against the hard exposed strands of cloth poking themselves through the layer of resin. 

As Mark was just astern of the open hatchway she couldn't help it, as she descended through it, to slide against his body causing an instant reaction on his part. Unexpectedly his hard shaft slid against her inner thighs glancing itself against her moist vaginal lips. Aided by the lubrication of her earlier secretion he soon felt the warmth between her legs as she slid down against him. 

Finally reaching the safety of the cabin her breasts slid against his cheeks slamming themselves against his shoulders. Tears dripped from her eyes as the raw exposed skin ground against them. 
"Mom, you okay?" Mark asked embracing her trying to soothe her discomfort. He was surprized she wasn't saying anything about how his erect penis impaled itself within her.

Relieving herself of the impalement she rubbed her breasts trying to ease the piercing stabs of pain. "I guess I'll live," she simply said amid a few whimpers. Sticking her head through the hatch she cautioned, "Kim, you might want to go around."

"Oh pooh, mom," she laughed slapping her mother's head lightly, "I ain't as big as you. I can fit through." Carefully she sat on the coachroof dangling her feet below. Grabbing the hatchcover rails she slid through. However she misjudged her step and fell against Mark, who stayed near to assist her, grinding her body against his.

Mark could feel her sexual arousal as her clit glanced off his
erect member and her hard nipples ground against his chest. Out of
curiosity he, nonchalantly, asked, "Hey, sis, what were you doing up
there?"

Shooting him a glance of disgust she answered, "Nothing." She slid past him with an air of pride slapping a breast against him.
Sliding behind the port table leaf she knew she was famished and wolfed down her food. "Not bad, Tammy."
As they ate the conglomeration of beef, noodles, and peas Natalie
casually asked, amid mouthfuls of food, "I hope somebody will put some salve on me later."
Mark, anxious to caress her breasts spoke up without hesitation.

"I can do it, mom."
"Thanks, honey," she smiled at him.

After dinner Tammy and Kim did the dishes in the small sink. Kim
asked, as she washed a dish, "Say mom, are we going back tonight?"

Dropping the table leaves Natalie, assisted by her son, folded it away. "We can go back tomorrow. I don't trust the lights all that much." Making sure they stored the dishes properly she said, "Why not go outside in the cool breeze? Enjoy the night air."
"Okey dokey," they replied in unison and climbed topside.

Natalie went forward, stooped by a locker, and withdrew the first aid kit from it. Opening up the rusted tin box she withdrew a used tube of salve. "I hope this stuff is still good."
"I think so," Mark said looking at the tube in her hand. "You gonna lay down, mom, or what?"
"No honey," she smiled, "I'll stand." She could see the question
emanating from his eyes and answered him. "Honey, just pull up on my
nipples to put it on." Giving him the salve she grabbed the teak rails overhead. "Mark, just don't pull too hard."
"I won't, mom," he replied greasing a hand with the gooey substance. He grabbed a nipple and and soothingly massaged the slave against the underside of her breast. He relished the sensation of her soft flesh and the feel of her hard nipple between his fingers.

"Gee that feels good, honey," Natalie cooed as he massaged the gooey salve into her other breast as well.
Mark didn't want to have the gooey salve permeating against him and he was sure nobody wanted the gummy feel either. Trying to be discreet he suggested, "Where you gonna sleep?"
Natalie understood her situation and commented, "Topside, under the stars."

"Under a blanket I hope, mom," Mark laughed.
"Yeah okay I guess," she returned the laugh. She caressed his cheek and smiled. "Nice of you to suggest that, Mark."
"Sure, no problem." After washing his hands he looked at the chronometer on the bulkhead he said, "Close to nine, mom."
Tammy and Kimberly came below as Natalie withdrew a blanket from a locker and went topside. "Time for bed," she said climbing the short
ladder, "dawn comes early out here."

"Well, I don't know about you guys," Tammy yawned, "but I had a full day." She climbed into the starboard bunk.
"Mom," Mark wondered, "can I sleep topside, too?"
"Sure, honey," she answered ducking her head below."
"Oh goody," Kim blurted out, "I get the whole bunk to myself!" She climbed into the port berth and, clutching the blanket about herself, fell asleep quickly.

Mark had thought about the gooey substance rubbing against him but didn't care when he thought about it. He had to admit that he loved his mother and liked being close to her. Climbing topside he cuddled next to her on the seat and snuggled under the wool blanket. Trying to get comfortable he rested a hand on her thigh and, slowly, eased it against her soft pubic forest.

He was surprized when she curled up against him resting a breast against his chest as she tightened the blanket about him. He was even surprized that she allowed his hand to rest against her crotch allowing his fingers the pleasure of touching her hair, entwining themselves among the strands. He fell asleep with her breast against his chest and his fingers caressing her blonde triangle.

The morning sun rose from the water in the eastern sea and sparkled its warming rays over the blue hulled sailboat. Its glare, its penetraing rays, pierced themselves through the slitted eyelids of a slumbering woman.

Natalie jostled awake from the glare in her eyes. "Hey," she called out loudly with bligh authority, "rise and shine!" Her jostling call, her sudden movement, caused his hand to glide, lovinly, against her hairy triangle.

After a breakfast, which was made by Kim, Natalie suggested they get dressed and make sail. Freeing the anchor from the sandy bottom the sailboat slipped from its mooring and caught the twenty mile an hour wind. As it made its ways westward with the wind aft, the sheer speed of running before the wind, was exhilarating.

"Oh, one thing I want to say," Natalie cautioned them, as they made their way, under sail, through a forest of moored boats, "is this," making sure all attention was sort of focused on her, as sails were doused and gasketed, she continued, "what happen this weekend goes no further than this boat. Understand?"
Securing the boat on the trailer there were affirmative nods as they returned home.