“I just… had a bit of an accident,” said Mike. The words felt stupid immediately after they’d left his mouth.
“Michael,” whispered his mom. “You can tell me.”
She slid closer to him on the bed, and her hand slipped further up, onto Mike’s thigh. His body was coursing with excitement and pleasure. He wanted to know what it would feel like for her to take it even further. He remembered what they’d done in the linen closet, the heat between their bodies, and the lust that’d taken over him.
“Mom…” he whispered.
“I just care about you being safe, Mike,” she said. “With whatever you do. Even if it’s something that you can’t tell me about.”
Mike met her eyes again and almost melted. She was his mother. She was cute, but authoritative. Loving, and yet sensual. And he wanted nothing more than to throw her down on the bed and mount her, to let the primal urges take over.
I can’t think like that. I won’t think like that.
“It’s like I said, mom,” he repeated. “I was in the gym and accidentally walked into a locker room. My clothes got wet, and so I… borrowed a bathrobe.”
It wasn’t a complete lie, but Mike’s heart still ached as he watched his mom scanning his expression. She frowned slightly.
When he was in grade school, there had been a couple of times where Mike had pinched cookies from the kitchen, or broken a lamp, and then lied to his mom about it. She’d always known that he was lying, but she never outright forced him to tell the truth. She was incredibly good at making him feel guilty and loved at the same time.
“Alright then,” said Laura, after what felt like an eternity. She stood up from the bed and extended her arms out to the sides. “Goodnight, honey.”
Mike rose and reciprocated her hug. Her body pushed against his, and hot desire swept over him in an instant. He was only wearing his boxers, and she was only wearing her tiny night robe. If he pulled it open, and slipped his underwear down, they could be having hot, rough, eager sex in a couple of seconds.
I need to get these thoughts out of my head!
It was an impossibility. Mike’s cock strained against his boxers, harder than it had been all day. He felt his mom’s breasts against his chest, and fought the temptation to reach down and grope her butt.
“Goodnight, mom,” he finally managed.
Laura pulled back. She flashed a knowing smile at him, and then turned and left the room. Mike collapsed back onto his bed and buried a face into his pillow.
I am cursed. It doesn’t matter if I delete the footage if I can’t get myself under control.
CHAPTER 6
Mike awoke to a gentle knocking at his door. He groaned and rolled over in bed.
“Mom, I’m still tired. I need a few more minutes of sleep.”
The knocking continued. Mike closed his eyes more tightly. He’d been having a nice dream. The details escaped him, but the shaft of hard morning wood sprouting from between his legs hinted at something of an erotic nature.
After a moment, the door opened. Mike frowned.
She doesn’t have a keycard to my room, does she?
“Hello? Mike?” Andrea, the cute redhead that Mike had met at the start of the cruise, peered in from the doorway. She was wearing a modest yellow dress with a gray cardigan over it. Mike could see the curves of her bust and hips, and in his newly awakened state, it made him pulse with excitement.
“Andrea? What the hell?” He wiped the sleep from his eyes and sat up. Andrea walked over and sat down on his bed.
“I’m sorry!” She leaned her head forward, as though bowing to him. “Captain Michelle assigned me to you as a personal assistant for the day.”
“Uh… what?” Mike shook his head and pulled the blankets off. “Could you repeat that?”
Andrea stared at him, her face turning a red that complimented the color of her hair nicely. It took Mike a second to realize that her eyes were locked onto his erection, which poked out against the fabric of his boxers.
She told me the other day that she comes from a religious family.
“Were you… busy, before I came in?” Andrea’s voice squeaked out as she asked the question. Mike felt his own face heat up as he realized what she meant.
“What? No!” He shook his head and moved a little closer to her on the bed, desperate to explain himself. “This is just… how guys wake up, sometimes.”
Andrea slowly pulled her eyes off his cock and brought them up to meet Mike’s gaze.
“Do you need to do something about it?” she whispered. “I mean, won’t it be painful if you just leave it?”
Mike opened his mouth in surprise.
This is by far the strangest wake-up call I’ve ever experienced.
“Is this what Captain Michelle sent you here to do?” he asked. Andrea immediately shook her head.
“What? Oh, god, no!” She held her hands up defensively as her voice shifted into an even higher pitched tone. “I’m just here to make sure you and your mom enjoy the activities the captain has planned for you! Do you… do you want me to do something to it?”
Mike’s jaw dropped. He stared at Andrea, who had turned her attention back to his erection.
“What?”
Andrea slowly reached her hand over and poked his hard on with a finger, flinching back immediately as though she’d just touched a hot stove.
“I, I’ve never done it before,” she said softly. “But I think I can help you out.”
Mike was too shocked to say anything for a moment. A single thought popped into his head.
Maybe if I seduce Andrea, I can have her help delete the footage.
“I… wouldn’t mind your help,” he finally said. “If you don’t mind.”
Mike reached down and slid his boxer briefs off. Andrea squealed as his member came into view. She blushed even more furiously and looked away.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine!” Andrea turned back to him and licked her lips. “It’s just, as I told you, I’m from a very religious family. I’ve never actually seen one of, well, you know. At least not in person.”
“That’s okay,” said Mike. “It’s not going to bite you. Here.”
He took her hand and slowly guided it over, letting her palm rub against the shaft of his cock. Mike had to admit, it felt good. He wondered if his reasoning for accepting her help was as tactical as his rationalization made it out to be.
“There you go,” he said. “Now just wrap your hand around it.”
Andrea slowly closed her fingers, watching Mike’s face for his approval.
“Like this?” Her voice had taken on a sultry tone, but it was laced with an almost contradictory amount of innocence.
“Just like that,” said Mike. “And then slide your hand up and down, nice and gently.”
Andrea followed his instruction. She stared at his cock with twinkling eyes. It felt amazing, and Mike moaned softly as she began to get into a rhythm.
“Are you okay?” asked Andrea. “Does it feel good?”
“It feels awesome, Andrea,” he said. “Just uh, there’s one other thing you can try.”
Instead of explaining with words, Mike put a hand on the back of her head and slowly lowered her face down towards his erection. Andrea frowned at him.
“Mike, I don’t know about this,” she said. “I’m not sure if… I can.”
“If it’s too much for you, we can-“
There was a knock at the door. Mike swore loudly and grabbed at his boxer briefs. Andrea had apparently left the door unlocked, and it swung open before either of them had much time to react.
“Are you up yet, Mike? We have to…” Laura trailed off as she saw Andrea in the room with him, sitting on the bed next to Mike, who was halfway into underwear.
“Uh, hey mom,” Mike managed. “This is Andrea. She’s… going to be helping us with the activities the captain signed us up for.”
The glare that Laura gave Mike and Andrea cou
ld have stripped paint off wood. He shifted on the bed nervously. Andrea wasn’t faring much better. Mike looked over and saw her face, red as her hair, and her hands clasped together in a gesture of pleading.
“I’m so sorry!” Andrea stood up and hurried toward the door. “I should have checked in with you before just barging into your son’s room.”
“It’s… okay,” said Laura. “So you’re our assistant for today?”
Laura’s motherly protectiveness was still strong in the air, but Mike saw her relax a bit as Andrea’s personality began to come out.
It’s impossible to hate Andrea. She’s just too damn innocent.
“Yes! I’m your assistant!” Andrea followed Laura as she stepped up to the door.
“Well, why don’t you tell me about our first activity while my son gets dressed?”
The door shut. Mike briefly turned his attention toward his erection, wishing that he had the time to take care of it. Andrea had just been getting started, but if they hadn’t been disturbed, she would have been able to do the job.
Maybe we can sneak off later. Assuming that she isn’t too traumatized by being walked in on by my mom.
He found some shorts and a t-shirt, slipped on a pair of leather strap sandals, and headed out into the hall, willing his hard on down into resignation.
Laura was wearing a pair of tiny white shorts and a light pink t-shirt. Her breasts poked out against the fabric, and there was enough bare thigh exposed to make Mike wonder if he was going to have to walk around with a hard-on all day.
“Where are we off to?” he asked as he approached the two women.
“We’re getting massages,” said Laura.
“Seriously?” Mike looked over to Andrea, and she nodded her head.
The three of them headed off, with Andrea leading the way.
CHAPTER 7
The cruise ship had a moderately sized massage parlor on one of the lower decks. As the group made their way downstairs, Andrea continually pointed out different restaurants and attractions to them.
She’s taking her role as an assistant very seriously.
The lower decks looked similar to the upper decks. The floors were polished wood, and the high ceilings had LED panel lights built into them. On the outer edges, there were portholes that peered out into the ocean.
Andrea stopped in front of an unassuming door at the end of a hallway. A sign hung out front, written in messy, unreadable cursive. Andrea smiled at Mike and his mom, and then knocked softly on the door.
It opened a few moments later. Two identical looking women dressed in simple white uniforms stood behind it, smiling warmly. They were both tall and skinny, with light blonde hair, modest breasts, and friendly faces.
“Ah, welcome!” said the one on the left. “You must be the special guests that Captain Michelle was telling us about.”
The woman had a thick accent, and Mike couldn’t place where it was from for the life of him.
“Yes,” said Andrea. “This is Laura, and her son Mike.”
The woman smiled warmly at Mike.
“I am Bella, and this is my sister Becca. We will take good care of you.”
The two women ushered Mike and his mom inside, sizing the two of them up with inquisitive eyes. Andrea waved to them from the door.
“I’m supposed to wait outside,” she said. “Captain’s orders! We will head to lunch once you’re both finished.”
“Alright,” said Mike. He looked at his mom and saw a skeptical look on her face.
“I’m not exactly a huge fan of massages,” she said, in a voice that only he could here. “I suppose this is the captain’s way of trying to make it up to us, though.”
Mike shrugged. Bella lead them into a room that looked far more expensive than what he’d been expecting. There was a small fountain in the back right and left corners, creating a hum of soft, ambient noise. A large electric fireplace was installed into the back wall, and several massage tables were evenly spaced out across the center floor.
“Here you are.” Bella and her sister handed Mike and his mom each a robe. “There are changing rooms to the side. Please strip down completely and come back out in just the robe.
Mike nodded. He could feel his mother’s skepticism without even having to turn and look at her.
“Exactly what are these massages going to entail?” she asked.
“We are just going to relax you,” said Bella, smiling. “That’s what we do here. The massage can be as involved, or as traditional, as you would like.”
Laura frowned slightly, but she followed after Mike as he walked toward the dressing rooms. He walked into one and closed the door behind him. He was excited, both in mind and body.
I wasn’t expecting this. But how does it play into the captain’s plan?
He thought about the video footage as he undressed, and a thought popped into his head. The massage could very well be some kind of setup, a way of getting even more incriminating footage of Mike and his mom. He wasn’t sure how it would work, but it made him feel like he needed to keep his guard up.
Mike left his clothes on the bench in the changing room and walked out into the main massage area. Bella and Becca were leaning against massage tables, both standing with almost identical body language. Their posture was open and inviting, their smiles were warm and friendly, and their eyes…
They look like they’re up to something. But what?
“Please, lie down and get comfortable,” said Bella. Laura was walking over behind Mike, wearing her own cotton robe. It was baggy and hid most of her features.
“Alright.” Mike came to a stop in front of the massage table and frowned. “Face up or face down?”
“Face down.” Bella smiled mischievously. “At least to start.”
The massage table had a cushion at the top that looked like an upside down U. Mike climbed onto it and let his face lean forward against it. He glanced over at his mom and saw that she was in a similar position, except her masseuse had pulled back her robe, exposing the milky white skin of her back. Her arms were lying along her body, blocking his view of her breasts.
“I’m just going to pull your robe back a bit,” said Bella, in a soft voice. Mike felt her fingers running along his back as she did, sending electric sparks of pleasure through his body.
Music started playing from speakers installed in the ceiling. It was soft, sensual, and a little reminiscent of the backgrounds songs in old school porn videos. Bella leaned forward over Mike, letting her breath tickle his neck and her hands slide down his back. He felt his cock stiffening against the cushion of the massage table.
“You carry a lot of tension in your shoulders,” whispered Bella. “I’m going to do everything I can to get it out of you.”
Becca was starting on his mother in much the same way. As he turned to watch the second masseuse, Bella turned his face back down into the massage table.
“Eyes down,” she said softly. “Usually, we have separate rooms for massages, but the captain wanted us to make an exception for the two of you.”
“And why is that?” whispered Mike. Bella didn’t answer.
I have to do something. She’s going to…
His thoughts trailed off as one of Bella’s hands reached his waist. She slowly began massaging the small of his back, which was apparently much more sensitive than he’d ever realized. Bella stopped and then crouched down, lowering herself until she was under the table and could meet Mike’s eyes through the U-shaped cushion.
“Let me know if there is anything special that you need, Mike,” she whispered. Bella’s uniform had buttons up along one side, and she’d undone several of them. She grinned devilishly and pulled open the flap, revealing a large, naked breast underneath.
“…What?” whispered Mike. He almost couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t what he’d been expecting, and his mind couldn’t make sense of it.
Bella stood back up. Something began massaging Mike’s back, and it didn’t feel like her
hands. It took him a moment to make out the sensation of nipples pressed against his muscles, slowly rubbing across his broad shoulders.
“Bella…” whispered Mike.
“Shhhh…” she replied. One of her hands slipped in between Mike’s stomach and the cushion. He lifted his abdomen up slightly and felt delicate fingers glide across his cock.
My mother is ten feet away from me, and this woman is trying to give me a hand job. What the hell is going on?
He stifled a moan as Bella wrapped her fingers around his member. He was harder than he’d realized, the cushion on the massage table having hidden his erection.
“I’m going to give you a complete massage, Mike,” whispered Bella. “It’s the best way to relax.”
Mike risked a glance over at his mom. From what he could tell, she was on the receiving end of a normal massage. He watched for a second longer and saw Becca pulling at her robe, trying to bring it down past Laura’s buttocks. His mom gripped it with her fingers and whispered something that Mike couldn’t make out.
“Roll over,” said Bella. It wasn’t a question, and she practically pulled Mike around, keeping a firm grip on his cock. He shot a nervous look over at his mom, but her head was still firm against the massage table.
Bella pulled his robe off him and then tossed it over his midriff, giving plausible deniability to what was taking place underneath it. Her hand continued up and down, stroking Mike off with tender movements. She was smiling, proud of either what she was doing, or the skill that she was doing it with.
“Oh…” moaned Mike. Bella set her free hand on his cheek and then stopped for a moment. She pulled out her breasts and buried his face in them, and then buttoned up her uniform and continued with the handjob.
“I don’t do this for all of my clients,” whispered Bella. “You are a special case. The captain was very clear about what I needed to do with you.”
She reached over to a small table to the side and pulled a bottle from it. With practiced movements, she opened it and squirted a small glob of oil into her palm. Bella licked her lips and winked at him as she brought her hand back under his robe.
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