Shellie dressed in her skimpiest bikini, one that hugged her round ass very tightly. The lower halves of her creamy ass were exposed, and her cunt made an exciting bulge in the front. The top just cupped her firm tits, her nipples threatening to climb over the top. Jay wore a pair of old jeans he had hacked the legs from.

After a very late breakfast, they untied the houseboat and navigated down the river. They cruised slowly, in no hurry, with no destination in mind. They passed many people, some on houseboats like theirs, some in small row boats, and many fisherman.

Every male they passed had to look at Shellie, and she reveled in their hungry stares. Jay did most of the steering as his mother stood or sat on the front deck. He watched her, knowing she was enjoying the attention of those they passed. He was seeing his mother in a different light now. Maybe it was because they were fucking, but he saw his mother as a desirable woman more than as an extraordinarily beautiful young mother. He noticed she would find some excuse to bend over when they passed a fishing boat, her ass showing. Since he was inside the small cabin where the wheel was, he was not seen. Jay knew she was enjoying herself and the comments made about her body.

Until they passed two men in an outboard boat.

"Hot shit!" one of them called. "Hey, sugar, show me where it comes from and I'll drink a gallon of your piss!"

"Don't pay any attention to him, beautiful!" his companion laughed. "You can shit in my face any day!"

Jay noticed his mother flushed with such comments. They didn't excite her at all, he realized.

At mid-afternoon, they tied up at the bank, securing the lines to some overhanging trees. Shellie prepared a light lunch, and they sat on top of the cabin and ate. The sun deck was fenced, about a foot and a half high. If they were lying down on the sun deck, they would be out of sight of any one passing.