“Vera,” said Laura. “I thought you might be on this cruise. How are you?”
Mike’s mother shared a hug with Danica’s mother, leaving the two feuding teenagers to stand around awkwardly in their parent’s wake.
“Yes, well, I promised Danica we’d go on one a while back,” said Vera. “I could also use the chance to unwind.”
Vera was an attractive woman in her late thirties. She looked a lot like her daughter, but with a sensual air about her, and slightly larger breasts. Around Mike’s school, she was commonly one of the moms referred to as a cougar, though he paid little attention to that kind of talk. His mom received just as much attention, if not more, and it forced him to tune out when the topic of hot older women came up among his friends.
“And Michael is here, as well?” Vera smiled and stepped in closer to him. She wore a pair of white slacks and form fitting, low cut blouse. Mike tried not to notice.
“Yeah,” said Mike. “I kind of got dragged along. I know it’s a woman’s only cruise and all.”
Vera smiled and set one of her hands on his shoulder.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find plenty of ways to entertain yourself,” she said, in a quiet voice. “If you get bored, perhaps we can go for a walk around the upper deck.”
“Mother!” Danica frowned and grabbed her mom’s other hand. “We need to go find our cabin.”
Vera locked eyes with Mike. She wore a nuanced amount of makeup, and her natural beauty was enough to make it work. Her lips were soft and luscious, and it almost seemed like she was flaunting them for him.
“Yes, we should be going, too,” said Laura. “Come on Mike. We’ll run into each other after we’re settled, I’m sure.”
He nodded and turned away from the other two women.
I really, really want to go on that walk.
To get to their cabin, Mike and Laura first had to head back out onto the outside deck. The cruise ship was slowly pulling out of port, and the afternoon sun was slipping lower on the western horizon. The air smelled of sea salt and possibilities.
Laura led him up the outer set of stairs that would bring them to where they need to be. She was talking, but Mike could barely focus enough to listen, still excited from the encounter with Vera.
She is a total MILF. It would be so perfect if I could do something with her.
A strong gust of wind blew across the ship from further out at sea. Laura yelped as her sundress flew up a couple of inches. From right behind his mom, Mike had a totally unobstructed view of her toned butt and tiny blue and white frilled panties. He blinked, realizing what he was doing as his mom forced her dress back down.
“Whoops!” she said, laughing. “The wind is so strong here.”
“Uh… yeah,” said Mike.
Did I seriously just look up my mother’s dress?
He tried to ignore how turned on he felt as they stepped onto the second floor. Numerous other passengers were streaming in through a central door, and the two of them followed along. It led to a hallway, and Mike and Laura scanned the door plaques as they made their way forward.
“Here we are,” said Laura. “Cabin 212.”
She pulled out digital keycard that one of the employees had given her and ran it through the card reader slot. The door opened, and she and Mike walked inside.
“It’s… smaller than I was expecting,” said Mike.
He realized what an understatement that was as he glanced around the room. There was a bed against the middle of the wall to the right, smaller than his own queen size bed back home.
The room was oriented in a way that made it the center focus, nightstands on either side of the bed and a TV mounted on the wall across from it. There was a door that led to a bathroom on the far side of the room, a telephone, and not much else.
“Where’s my bed?” asked Mike.
Laura walked over to the bed and sat down on it, crossing her legs. She didn’t say anything, and a strange, hot sensation ran through Mike’s body as he met her eyes.
“Well, you’re here on a child’s ticket, Mike,” she said. “We only get one cabin, with one bed.”
Mike set his hand on his forehead. His mom leaned forward to slip off her sandals, accidentally flashing him a view of her cleavage that made him feel shameful and wrong.
“Mom, this bed isn’t big enough for the both of us!” Mike shook his head, feeling like he’d stepped into a bizarre movie plot. “I’ll have to sleep on the floor, or something.”
“Would you get over yourself, sweetie?” Laura rolled her eyes at him. “It’s not that big of a deal. We’ll stick to either side of the bed, and it will be fine.”
She shifted so that she was lying on the bed and then patted the spot next to her. Mike blinked, and then slowly took off his shoes to join her.
She’s probably right. It won’t be that big of a deal, as long as we’re careful.
Mike’s shoulders brushed against his mom’s soft arm as he lay on his back in bed. She rolled over so she was facing him and set a hand on his chest. He felt uncomfortably hot.
“See? It’s not so bad…”
Mike turned so he was facing his mom. Her dress was almost falling off of her, the edge of her bra showing through the top. She reached over to hug him, and Mike let her. Unbelievably, his cock began to harden in his shorts.
What the fuck? She’s my mother,
“We’ll share the bed,” said Laura, her voice a whisper, “…and in the morning, we’ll be well rested to enjoy what the ship has to offer.”
Mike stared at his mom’s luscious lips and the smooth, soft curve of her neck and shoulders. His eyes settled on the line of her bust. The sun dress had slid down as she’d shifted on the bed, and he could see the bulging flesh of her big, soft breasts begging for release.
“I don’t know about this,” said Mike. “If we explain to the staff what happened, I’m sure they’d let us book another cabin.”
Laura wasn’t listening. She reached one of her hands over to Mike’s head and ran a hand through his hair. She was smiling at him. Her eyes gleamed with emotions that reminded Mike of his childhood, the way she’d stare down at him when tucking him into bed, or helping him with his homework.
“I’m really glad you came with me, Michael,” she said. “We don’t spend enough time together, anymore.”
Mike didn’t say anything.
It won’t be that bad. And it means so much to her.
His cock strained against the tight confines of his boxer briefs. Mike tried to pretend that he didn’t know exactly what it meant, and where his arousal came from.
“I’m glad I came too, mom,” he said. “I want to come with you more often. On trips like this, I mean.”
Laura kissed him softly on the cheek, her hot breath tickling the hairs on his neck, and feeling far more exciting than it should have.
“I’m going to take a bath,” she said. Mike watched as she rolled to the side of the bed and slipped off it, readjusting her dress over her boobs and butt with cute, modest movements.
CHAPTER 4
The cabin had a small, circular window that looked out onto the ocean and the main deck below. Mike peered out of it, watching people moving by on the polished wood. He could hear the water in bathroom running, and tried not to think about his mother and her current state of undress.
What’s wrong with me? It’s not alright for me to be thinking like this.
He walked back over to the bed, which was only a couple of steps away from the window, and then collapsed down on it. The drive out to the docks had taken a couple of hours, and Mike’s body still felt compressed from being in a seat for so long.
A remote sat on top of the nightstand directly to the left of the bed. Mike grabbed it with one hand and then opened the top drawer of the nightstand with his other. There was a room service menu placed neatly inside of it. He picked it up, turned it over, and found a schedule of cruise ship activities on the back.
Zumba, yoga, dance
parties, and wine tastings. I guess that’s just to be expected.
He set it aside on top of the nightstand. Some of the activities could still be fun. His cock was still hard inside his shorts, and the idea of being in a yoga class full of attractive women in tight leggings was, admittedly, quite appealing.
“Mike?” Laura’s voice came from behind the closed bathroom door. “Can you bring me my shampoo? It should be in the small pocket of my luggage, on top.”
Mike rolled off the bed. He found his mom’s bag and spend a couple of seconds searching for her shampoo before finding it. Still thinking about whether or not he’d be able to pull off crashing a yoga class or a dance party, he walked over to bathroom door and opened it without thinking.
He heard his mom’s surprised shout before his eyes had even focused on the scene. Laura had instinctively pushed up out of the tub, pulling one arm over her breasts and jamming a hand against her crotch.
Soap suds and steamy water dripped down her cleavage, intensifying the sex appeal of her boobs by a factor of ten. Her hair was slicked back, mermaid style. She was blushing, and her eyes were wide with shock and surprise.
I am a fucking idiot.
“Sorry!” Mike immediately turned around, dropping the shampoo on the bathroom’s tile floor in a clumsy rush. “I am so sorry, mom!”
Laura didn’t say anything. Mike heard water dripping off her body, and then light, wet footsteps on the floor, followed by the sound of a towel being unfolded. His cock ached with eager desire, willing him to turn around and catch another forbidden glimpse. He fought down both the urge and his own shame.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” his mom finally said. “I have a towel on. You can turn around.”
Mike winced, but let himself turn to face her. Laura actually had two towels on, one hanging from her chest and only barely managing to cover her ample assets, and the other wrapped around her hair.
“I wasn’t thinking,” said Mike. “I didn’t see anything, I swear.”
Laura smiled, still blushing, and stepped toward him.
“It’s okay, even if you did,” she said. “I mean, I am your mom, after all. These things happen.”
Her words had an illicit quality to them, but Mike was sure that it was just in the way he heard them and not in her voice. He swallowed hard and forced himself to look her in the eyes, still trying to will down his painfully hard erection.
“I brought you the shampoo.” He felt stupid saying the words, but he needed to break the tension in the air, somehow.
“Thank you, honey.” Laura bent down to pick the bottle up off the ground. “Whoops!”
The fold holding the towel in place slipped and Laura had to scramble to pull it back around her body. Mike saw more of the skin of his mother’s breasts, and a hint of the edge of the areola on one. Laura pulled the white cotton fabric of the towel tight against her front as she leaned back up, blushing even more furiously than she had been before.
She’s sexy. Beyond sexy.
“It just doesn’t want to stay on me,” she said, laughing nervously. Mike forced himself to laugh, too.
“I, uh…” He chewed his lip, staring at the wall instead of the gorgeous, mostly uncovered woman in front of him. “I’m going to take a look around the rest of the ship.”
“Okay, sweetie.” Laura reset her towel and then took a step closer to him, extending her arms for a hug. “Be back before it gets too dark.”
Mike’s heart raced. He wanted to hug his mom, and also wanted to bolt out of the room. His emotions competed, arousal against shame, morality against hormones. He stepped forward and into his mother’s embrace.
His erection poked into her stomach, but Laura didn’t seem to notice. His mom’s body was still wet and steamy, and it made Mike feel the soft curves of her big boobs all the more intimately against his chest. He struggled to keep his cool.
“I know this isn’t how you’d planned to spend your vacation,” said Laura. “But I’m glad you’re here. Even if it’s hard for you, in some ways.”
“It’s no problem,” said Mike. “It’s not that hard.”
Laura nuzzled her face into his neck.
“Well, just keep in mind that I’m here for you.” The towel was slipping down Laura’s body as she spoke. “I can help you if it ends up being a struggle for you to keep yourself entertained.”
“I’m already having fun, mom.” Mike bit into his tongue. He could feel the towel dropping down, freeing her breasts even as they still pressed against him. He wanted to push her back against the wall, and then…
What the hell am I thinking? This is weird!
Mike coughed and forced himself to turn away from his mom, averting his eyes to her sensual, seductive nudity. He tried not to think about what any other guy would do with a woman like her if given a chance like this, pressed together in a bathroom. Laura picked up her towel in a rush, and then took a step back.
“I’ll have to add more hot water to the tub,” she said. “I like my baths hot and steamy.”
Mike didn’t say anything as he left the bathroom, shutting the door tightly behind him and cursing under his breath.
I’m just a confused, horny 18 year old. I’ll forget that this ever happened by tomorrow morning.
He desperately hoped that it would end up being true.
CHAPTER 5
The first thing Mike did upon leaving the cabin was to inadvertently get himself lost. The hallway outside was well lit, but filled with identical doors. By the time he’d made it to the end and stepped out onto the deck of the second level, he was already struggling to remember what his mom had said their room number was.
He walked down to the main deck. The sun had sunken over the horizon in the time he and his mother had been in their room, but the cruise ship was covered with an ample number of hanging lamplights.
Mike noticed more than a few women glancing at him as he moved along the outer railing. They were brazen about it, making no attempt to hide their intrigue and in some cases, obvious interest.
This must be how an attractive woman feels walking down the street.
A group of athletic looking women in front of him turned to gawk at him as he walked by them. One of them said something, and all of them broke into laughter.
“You should get his room number, then,” said one of them. “I’m sure he’d be happy to oblige you.”
Mike scratched his head and wondered if he should stop or not. He was still eager to prove himself after what Danica had put him through, and the women in the group looked attractive enough. When he turned to look back at them, they glanced away, as though too intimidated to even hold his gaze.
Cool.
Mike approached the back of the main deck. The cruise ship’s engines were surprisingly quiet, and the only thing that gave away the ship’s movement was wake behind it, oily smooth and only partially lit by the boat’s lights.
He could hear laughter coming from a door leading to the inner ship behind him. After spending a few minutes leaning against the railing, cooling himself down with the sea spray splashed up from below, he decided to check it out.
It was a bar, and Mike had apparently walked in through the back entrance. Compared to the rest of the cruise ship, it was relatively empty of people, though a group sitting at the table nearest to the door was laughing loudly as they drank.
Mike felt out of place, but he forced himself to walk further inside. The lights were dim, a striking contrast to the carefully illuminated main deck. The room was a simple rectangle with a bar on the left side, tables on the right, and a single bartender handling the back.
He took a seat on a bar stool, feeling expensive leather underneath his butt as he sat down. The bartender was polishing a glass, and she casually slipped down the bar over to Mike.
“Uh…” Mike scratched his head, wondering what he should say. “I’ll have a beer?”
“What kind?” asked the bartender.
“Just… whatever,” he sa
id. “It doesn’t matter.”
The bartender gave him a strange look. Mike was sure that he was about to be carded and denied, but before the woman could say anything, someone else sat down at the bar and drew her attention away.
“Hey, Marissa,” said the new arrival, an attractive Asian girl a bit older than Mike. “Can I get a long island iced tea?”
“Rough day?” asked the bartender. She had opened a beer for Mike and slid it down to him without paying much attention.
“The roughest,” said the woman. She was wearing a tight fitting blouse, the uniform of some of the other cruise ship employees that Mike had seen. In a frustrated gesture, she unbuttoned the top few buttons, revealing a bit of her bust.
The bartender finally turned back to Mike. As far as he knew, usually a bar would keep a tab running for someone if they looked like they intended to stick around. From the woman’s frown and folded arms, Mike could tell that she was still suspicious of him. He pulled a ten dollar bill out of his pocket and slid it toward her across the bar. She took it from him slowly and then turned around and walked into the backroom.
Mike could feel the attention of the girl sitting next to him. He waited for a moment, and then decided to take advantage of it.
“Hi,” he said, turning to meet her eye. “Do you, uh, work for the cruise ship?”
Smooth, Mike. Real smooth.
The girl blinked. She looked down at Mike’s legs, and followed the path of his body with her gaze all the way back up to his face. She frowned.
“Are you some kind of dyke, or something?”
Mike flinched back at the words.
“What? No!” He took a sip of his beer, tasting the bitter hops, while he shook his head.
“I don’t believe you,” said the girl. “Captain Michelle is very particular. There’s no way a guy would have ended up on this cruise.”
“Trust me, I am a guy,” said Mike.
The girl nodded slowly.
“You can identify as whatever you want,” said the girl. “I have an open mind. No judgment, here.”
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