Boat Mom
Chapter One: Shellie lay on the small deck of the houseboat, the hot sun burning into her already golden flesh. She rested on the foam mattress, on her stomach, her bikini top untied and her tits smashed beneath her. The bottoms of her bikini were so skimpy that the luscious sweetness of her swelling ass was half exposed. The sun heated her body, and she writhed sensually, opening her legs to allow the rays to touch her inner thighs. Shellie was slender, like a fashion model. But still, even though she was slim, she had curves and hollows that excited the beholder. She had rich, dark-brown hair reaching to her shoulders. She was tall, an inch or so above the average woman. Her face was exquisite, her flesh the creamy smoothness that made other women …