A Cousin's Reunion 4 - Sex Stories

A Cousin's Reunion 4

... hardening cock thankfully hidden under the water as I struggled my way around to the shore side of the boat. I found a good spot and then rocked and lifted the bow as high as I could to turn it ever so slowly toward where the channel was. I felt it give a little more as the deepest part of the hull broke away from the mud and floated again. I aimed the boat toward the little channel and into the wind, trying to work my feet out of the mud at the same time. I flopped my bare ass onto the swim platform, quickly rinsing my legs under the water before climbing up into the boat. The wind was quickly turning the boat back toward the flat so I had to rush to the engine and fire it up, getting the boat under power before it pushed us back again. That left me sitting completely naked on the stern until I could get the boat a safe distance. Somehow the thought of her looking at me naked again after all these years had my already half hard cock growing even more. "Bet you're enjoying this!" I said as I worked the boat slowly down the only three foot wide channel to deeper water. The dept finder said it was up to five feet deep now, and more than safe for me to stop and dress, but the way she was sitting and staring at my quickly hardening cock, well, I just drove on a bit farther and let her look. "I am...ahem." She said having to stop and clear her throat. "Yes I am." I smiled at her and finally kicked the engine into neutral so I could dress. I looked down at my legs as I got ready ...

... to get into my shorts and realized that they were still caked with mud. Tossing my shorts on the seat I stepped over the stern onto the small swim platform and sat down, rubbing the mud from my legs before climbing back in again, my rock hard cock swinging from side to side as I did. I pulled my shorts, adjusting my hardon to a more comfortable position before moving back to sit on the stern and kick the engine back in gear. "Ready?" I asked. "For what?" She croaked, suddenly looking from my crotch to my face. "To fish." I said as I picked up my rod and cast it out. "Uh...Yeah." She said, collecting her own rod again and casting out. We trolled in silence, me half paying attention to the depth finder, the engine and my rod, and the other half to Julie, watching the little beads of sweat trickle down between her breasts, collecting together in the tanned valley and then running down her flat stomach to disappear when they reached the waistband of her shorts, which were VERY far below her waist. She stood up to pull in her line and cast it again, having picked up a weed or stick on it, allowing me to really focus on how trim and firm her body was. For a fifty year old woman, she was pretty damn hot looking. Her spandex shorts rode low on her hips, so low in fact that they barely covered the top of her pubic mound. She had surprisingly few stretch marks after two kids, and her tits...well let's just say that they were fantastic. Each large soft globe wiggled as she cast the line ...