"Well, not exactly." She saw him staring at her mouth, wondering probably how it would feel to have his cock inside it.
"Tell me what you mean by not exactly."
"A girl kissed me there once. It felt pretty nice." He blushed like he had a secret.
Margaret laughed. "Just kissed you? Like this?" She lowered her lips and held them a tiny distance away from his cocktip. She knew he could feel the heat. Then she pursed them, wet them and softly pressed her pucker over the tiny slit that was shiny with Billy's sex juice. He slipped an oar and lurched sideways. Then he let them both float in the water as he grasped the sides of the boat.
Margaret let her pucker bloom wider. And as the feverish head of her nephew's cock slid into her mouth she sucked in her cheeks to let them rub against him. But she only let the penetration occur with tantalizing slowness. So slowly in fact that Billy's whole body was trembling. She let him feel her teeth. She nibbled gingerly on the plump, taut knob. Now Billy began to squirm on the hard seat of the boat. She cradled his balls in both hands as she dropped her head suddenly, taking his tip to the roof of her mouth.
"Ahhhhhh, Margaret, Jesus Christ!"
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, letting him feel her tongue at last. But only the tip. She traced the lump that ran along the bottom of his shaft. Though it was empty, the tube that ran under the flesh was throbbing as if it were about to be filled with thick cream. Margaret's pussy ran over with juice as she thought of that hot stuff spurting into her mouth. She curled her tongue into a trough and pushed it up and down the length of his cock. His prick swelled out like some exotic mushroom. She lapped at the smooth surface, her spit popping at the corners of her mouth. A rivulet of saliva coursed down her chin and hung there in moonlit drops as she continued to suckle her nephew's rigid meat. Her fingers squeezed his balls lovingly as she worked between his thighs. Billy was trying to row but since only one oar was in the water, the boat was taking a slow circle over and over again. Margaret dropped her head even lower, taking his cocktip into her throat. She'd had lots of practice with Mitch. She knew how to keep from gagging. But it was lots more fun doing it to someone who appreciated her love. For Mitch, a blowjob was just an expected duty for a wife to perform. But Billy was absolutely coming apart.
"Margaret, h-h-how do you do that?"
Margaret swallowed slowly a few times to let him feel her tonsils clasping tightly around his tip. Billy shuddered and held his breath. His hands rubbed her shoulders and back. Her chin bumped his balls and Margaret knew she had a lot of cock stuffed into her throat. But she controlled her gagging reflex and continued to turn her head around to make it good for the young stud. When at last she drew her lips away from his prick and gazed lovingly at the spit-drenched bulb of taut flesh, Billy let his breath out with a rush of affectionate love words.
"I love you Margaret! God, I really do!"
"So I can kiss your cock better than that other girl?"
"Oh sonofabitch, can you ever!"
"Don't you think you'd better start rowing again?" she smiled. Her nephew got the oars working again. She waited until they were heading for the island once more before she turned her attention to his prick. She wasn't sure just what she wanted to do next. She was afraid that if she kept sucking on him, he'd come before they got to the island. And though some men could do it twice in an hour and a rare few three times, there were many more who were not so eager to get their rocks the second time in an evening. Still, Billy was kind of fit! She hadn't realized that a young guy like that felt sex so strongly. Mitch seemed to be so bored with her nowadays. Billy sure wasn't! She was young and strong and seemingly pretty lustly. She gazed at his shiny cock again and then opened her mouth to suck it some more.
Billy rowed for only another few moments before dropping an oar into the water again. He was panting hard, his belly rising and falling as Margaret let her tongue go wild. She fluttered it along the twin lobes and swathed the entire surface of his cocktip with her saliva. She pulled her cheeks in sharply to rub him and then actually blew them up with breath while she just barely grazed the tip of his glans with the tip of her tongue. Billy lurched and grabbed the sides of her head.
"Ohhh. Ohhhh, God, Margaret!"
"Yhummmmmmm," she breathed, making a wet trough now and licking him furiously. Her fingers tightened around each of his balls until she was almost squeezing the jizz out of them.
"Ohhhhh," she cried, popping her lips free of him, "I want to fuck so bad!"
"Margaret, Margaret!" Billy grabbed her and pushed her backwards. She felt the boat rock dangerously but somehow it stayed afloat. Behind her seat was a flat, ribbed floor. That was where she ended up, Billy struggling between her spread thighs. She let her legs dangle over the edges of the boat, feet in the water. Billy panted raggedly, the moonlight glinting through his blond hair as he pressed his body down against her and guided his cocktip up her dripping, slick crevice. It went in easily and she bucked her hips against him as he grabbed her shoulders and began to fuck with savage thrusts. He was big all right! He was filling her up, penetrating her to the end of her steamy pussy! She bit his shoulder, fighting back now, crying, squirming on the hard bottom of the boat.
"Hhhh. Ohhhh, Goddamn!" she cried.
"Margaret, I'm gonna come! I just can't hold it back!"
"Nhhhooo, not yet!" She got her hands down somehow. She pressed a finger up under his balls and felt the raging thump of his prostate. She pressed hard, stopping the sex spasms while she lurched and plunged around the stiff, hat thing that had rammed so deeply into her body. And now the friction was building at the tip of her clitoris. She bit her lover again and pumped her hips furiously. The smacking sound of their wet parts was like a symphony. She pumped even harder, faster.
A tingle was how it began. But the tingle was soon a raging, itchy madness that engulfed her. She saw colored lights dance before her closed eyelids. Her finger trembled where she blocked Billy's orgasm. And then she didn't have the strength to hold him back any longer. He began to slide his cock in and out of her hole with such frenzied movements that she gave a little scream and held to him like a lost child. Her climax cut through her like a hot, sharp knife. It cut up between her cuntlips and the explosions made her buck against Billy's throbbing cock. She came screaming. For an instant her movements were so wild that her nephew's cock slipped from her hole. A jet of hot cream bathed one thigh before he could fumble the tip back into her dripping slit. Then he shoved deep and she felt the thick fountain of seed filling her.
"Whuuhhhh!"
"Oh, Margaret!"
"Billy, ohhhhh, Billy!"
"Nhhuuuuhhh! Ohhhh! Goddamn!"
Her insides were clasping around her nephew's cock now. She tightened her sphincter to clutch him even more. Billy let out a strangled gasp as her body began to suck at the sap that was still in his balls. She bared her teeth as the convulsive milking motions grew more powerful. She was going to come again! Her ass went hard and she thumped it up and down on the bottom of the boat when Billy lifted himself a little. Then she sank down over her like before and shoved his prick in to the hilt. Her pussy exploded with a rush of pleasure and their mouths were together. She kissed her nephew, gave him her tongue to suck as they twitched and came and babbled there in the damp boat.
It was Billy who spoke first. Margaret shook her head and opened her eyes. She had no idea where she was for a moment. And then she realized that she'd been sleeping. Or hypnotized by the soft afterglow of their fucking.
"We'd better get this boat moving again," he gasped, easing his cock from her pussy. Margaret felt that it was completely flaccid now. They must have been there for some time.