Goddess Cruise Lines: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  She’s my mother. But she’s also a gorgeous woman. Which one do I want her to be?

  “Let’s just watch a nice, safe, Disney movie,” said Laura. “And we can cuddle under the covers and relax.”

  Mike frowned slightly, but nodded. He remembered what’d happened the night before last, when they’d had to share the bed for sleeping. They’d cuddled then, too, and it had almost ended horribly.

  It won’t be like that this time.

  His cock pulsed with excitement, as if intentionally trying to contradict him.

  Laura started the Disney movie, and Mike got up from the bed to turn the light off. When he came back, his mom was under the covers, looking comfortable. He climbed into the bed next to her.

  “Alright.” Laura pushed back, letting her body rub against Mike’s. “This is nice, isn’t it.”

  “Sure, mom.” Mike’s cock was rock hard, and poking directly into his mother’s butt.

  How can she not feel that?

  His mom’s nightgown was silky soft and insubstantial. Her body heat radiated right out as though it wasn’t even there, and the bottom edge of the gown rode up enough for Mike to feel the bare flesh of her upper thighs against his legs.

  “It’s hot under the covers,” said Mike.

  “Just take your shirt off,” said his mom. “And your shorts. As long as you still have your boxers on.”

  She laughed slightly as she ended her sentence, but it sounded forced. Mike stripped his clothes off in record time, ignoring the voice of reason shouting in the back of his head.

  It started happening almost immediately. The Disney movie continued to play in the background, but Mike paid no attention to it. He slipped an arm over his mom and pulled her in closer to him, letting his cock poke into her butt at a better angle. It felt absolutely incredible.

  “Are you comfy, mom?” Mike tried to make his voice sound oblivious, as though he wasn’t aware of what his body was doing. He wanted to touch his mom’s body, to feel her, to let his cock rub against her, but he couldn’t let himself get out of control.

  I’m already out of control. This… is wrong.

  “I’m…. comfortable, honey.” Laura’s voice was neutral and even. “Is this, er, position, good for you?”

  “It’s perfect for me, mom,” whispered Mike. He let his hands roam across his mom’s flat stomach and tease at the bottom of her breasts. He was thrusting against her rhythmically, his horniness blocking out all common sense.

  “Do you… like to cuddle like this, sweetie?” Laura squeezed her thighs together as she spoke, as though giving him even more of a hint about what she meant. It hadn’t been an overtly sexual gesture the way she’d done it, but it only made Mike even more aroused.

  “I…” Mike stopped himself from saying what he wanted to say, from telling her exactly what he wanted to do. “I like cuddling with you, mom. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

  He slipped a hand under her gown, letting it glide across the side of her body. He kept probing with his cock as he lifted it up higher, exposing her panties.

  “Mike,” whispered his mom.

  “I thought you might be feeling hot, too,” he replied. He pushed into her again, and felt her reluctantly squeeze her buttocks as he did.

  “I’m naked underneath this gown.” Despite her words, Laura made no move to shift it back down into place.

  The movie continued. Lust clouded Mike's thoughts. He could smell the soft scent of his mom, shampoo and cleanliness from the bath. It was driving him wild, and his thrusts slowly grew bolder, and more rhythmic.

  “Wouldn’t you rather focus on the movie, Mike?” Laura froze as Mike thrust again, and she felt something unexpected. “Oh.”

  Mike’s cock had finally slipped out through the flap of his boxers. It changed everything. He probed forward with it and felt the bare flesh of his mom’s thighs. His cock was wet with pre-cum, and he smeared a streak of it across one of her legs.

  Am I going to do this? Was the captain right?

  “Sweetie…” whispered Laura, her voice finally sounding urgent. “Maybe you should put that away.”

  Her words didn’t register in Mike’s head, not really. HE wanted the game they were playing, the confusing, shameful game, to keep going.

  “Put what away, mom?” he asked innocently. He pushed his cock against the fabric of her panties and heard her push out air sharply.

  “This.” Laura rolled onto her back and reached her hand out under the covers. She flinched back the first time her palm made contact with his cock and then grabbed onto it, as if forcing herself. Mike moaned with pleasure as intense bursts of it rushed through his body.

  “Oh…” Mike’s chest heaved up and down, and he almost couldn’t think through his lust and desire. “That.”

  She literally has me by the cock.

  Laura seemed to sense it, too. She held his cock steadily and watched Mike’s reaction. She had regained her control, and was, in a way, back in her role as his mother.

  “You’re a teenager, Mike,” she whispered. “I get it. These things happen.”

  She slowly, almost absent-mindedly, let her hand gently slide down the length of his shaft. Mike suppressed a groan.

  “And this cruise must be so hard for you.” She spoke softly, emphasizing the word hard. “With all these beautiful women around.”

  She lifted her hand up. Mike thought she was going to pull it away for a moment, but she kept her grip, slowly stroking downward again.

  “It is hard, mom,” moaned Mike. “It’s really, really hard.”

  “Yes. But I’m your mother, and this…” She waggled his hard cock back and forth. “Isn’t right.”

  Despite her declaration, Laura kept her hand where it was. She was staring at Mike, examining him, trying to see through him with her knowing, motherly gaze.

  She wants to know why I’m hard right now, hard for her. I really wish I knew, myself.

  Mike reached his hand over to her wrist and slowly began to guide her hand in stroking him again. Laura frowned at him.

  “Mom, you know how hard it is for me.” He looked at her with eager, desperate eyes.

  Am I really asking my own mother to give me a hand job?

  “It is hard.” Laura shifted her angle, leaning forward toward him and giving him a teasing, down blouse view of her cleavage. “But you have to work through it, honey.”

  Her hand pumped up and down, this time from Laura’s own movement. Mike moved in closer to her, close enough for her breath to tickle against his neck.

  “Cuddling would help,” he whispered.

  “Mike…”

  Laura pumped his cock again, slightly more sensually. Mike let his hand run up her robe, and came to a rest at the bottom edge of her breast.

  “You wanted us to be closer, mom,” he whispered.

  “I still do.” Laura’s words were electric and illicit.

  Mike reached over and put his arms around his mother, pulling her into a hug.

  “Mike.”

  He kissed her neck, and one of his hands palmed her big boobs as he rolled her onto her back, and slid in between her legs.

  “Oh god, mom.” Mike couldn’t stop himself. He kissed her neck, and her cheek. She moved her lips away as they almost came into contact, but released a tiny moan of her own.

  “Mike!”

  His cock was already prodding into her panties, knocking at the door. Mike was moving them out of the way before he even realized what was happening.

  “Honey!”

  He pushed up. The head of his cock slipped into his mother’s cunt a fraction of an inch. It felt incredible, but before he could go any further, she shifted position, pinning his cock against her crotch, just above her pussy.

  She grabbed onto it with one hand and began stroking, the sensation much more deliberate and much more pleasurable than it had been before. Mike met eyes with her, and saw love, lust, and a host of other emotions mixed together.

 
She really loves me.

  That was it. Mike couldn’t hold out for even a second longer. He grunted, and felt his cock begin to explode. String after string of hot, sticky cum splattered out onto his mom’s flat stomach.

  Laura kept stroking his cock, and kept her eyes locked onto his, until every drop was out of him. Then, without saying a word, she stood up from the bed and walked into her bathroom, closing the door solidly behind her.

  Was that a mistake? What the hell did I just do?

  Mike hurried out of the room and back to his cabin.

  CHAPTER 12

  Mike slept through the night undisturbed, in his own cabin. He awoke earlier than usual, alone in his room.

  He quickly took a shower and brushed his teeth, using every ounce of mental dexterity he contained to avoid thinking about what’d happened the night before. It wasn’t until he brushed his teeth and faced himself in front of the bathroom mirror that his thoughts finally broke through.

  I came within inches of doing something truly shameful. And it felt amazing.

  The contradiction made him feel anxious, as though he was balanced precariously on top of a ledge. He thought about Captain Michelle, everything she had told him, and the still ongoing blackmail situation.

  Regardless of what he decided, Mike knew that he had to do something. He dressed quickly and approached the door to the hall cautiously. He wasn’t looking forward to seeing his mom, and knowing her, she’d be waiting for him.

  I should at least try to get the footage. And if I don’t manage to, I can always just…

  He let his thoughts trail off, not wanting to let them reach their conclusion. He had to find the footage. There was no other alternative. He didn’t have a choice. What Captain Michelle wanted him to do was forbidden in every sense of the word.

  He walked over to the back of his room and stared out the window. It was small, but he could still see the ocean outside and the sky. It was dark and overcast, and somehow appropriate.

  Somebody knocked at the door. Mike knew it was his mom before he’d even gotten it open.

  “Good morning, mom,” he said, keeping his voice casual.

  “Good morning, honey.” Laura smiled warmly at him. She still had the air of a mother about her. The events of the night before might have affected Mike’s state of mind, but Laura still seemed untainted by them.

  She wore a red and pink floral printed sundress. It dipped low in the front, showing off her expansive cleavage, and the bottom hem was straight and even across her knees.

  “Good morning, Mike!” Andrea was there, too. She stood behind Laura, wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt that made for a much more casual appearance than her outfit the day before.

  “Uh, hey…” said Mike. “What’s up?”

  “The captain assigned Andrea to you again today,” said Laura. “She also told us about a mini music festival taking place tonight in one of the lower decks.”

  Mike nodded.

  “That sounds okay, I guess,” he said.

  “It’s going to be amazing, just wait and see, Mike.” Andrea was peppy and prepared to please. “Think of it as a music social. We have an awesome girl band that plays, and everyone gets a chance to mingle and have fun.”

  “It sounds like a blast,” lied Mike.

  I’ll show up, hang out for a minute, and then sneak off the first chance I get.

  “In the meantime, I thought you and your mom might enjoy a yoga class.” Andrea had pulled a small pad of paper out of her back pocket and flipped through a few pages. “There’s one on lower deck C. It starts in about 15 minutes.”

  “Hold on, I haven’t even eaten…” Mike trailed off as he looked at his mom, who was holding an untouched muffin in her hand. “…breakfast yet.”

  “Here you go, honey,” she said, handing it to him.

  Mike found that he was surprisingly hungry, and wolfed down the muffin in a few bites while the three of them were on the way. He felt much more relaxed than he had when he’d first woken up.

  Things are okay. Apparently I didn’t fuck up too badly.

  Andrea and Laura were walking in front of him, talking in soft, but not intentionally quiet voices. Mike enjoyed the sight of the women from behind, the way their hips gently wiggled with every step, and the way their clothing accentuated their figures.

  Maybe I’m just horny. Is there a disease or something that goes with that?

  They followed the spiral staircase down, coming to a stop on the same level that the massage parlor was on. Mike looked at the door leading into it longingly as they passed by. They continued to the end of the hallway, where a door led into a long, rectangular room with portholes that let in sun from outside. Unfortunately with the clouds out, there wasn’t all that much of it.

  About a dozen women were scattered across the room, each of them sitting cross-legged on top of a yoga mat, and each of them naked, except for their underwear. The room was also filled with steam, and hot enough to make the sweat bead on Mike’s forehead.

  “Late arrivals.” A woman stood at the front of the room. “Usually it is customary to arrive at a yoga practice 15 minutes early.”

  The woman was short, but with commanding body language. She had dark tan skin, glossy black hair, and large, shapely breasts trapped behind a sports bra.

  “We’re sorry!” said Andrea. “We really did try.”

  The woman examined them with discerning eyes.

  “What are your names?” she asked.

  “I’m Andrea. This is Laura, and-“

  “Mike.” He smiled at the woman through the steam. “My name is Mike.”

  “Well Andrea, Laura, and Mike, you’ve entered a Bikram yoga class. Grab a yoga mat and strip down to your underwear. I am Laika, and I will be your instructor for the morning.”

  Mike shot a glance at his mom to the side. She didn’t look put off by the requirements. Andrea, on the other hand, was turning red, though it was hard to tell whether it was from the thought of being in her underwear or the heat.

  “Are you two okay with this?” asked Mike. He took another look around the class, noticing for the first time the number of attractive, nearly naked women the room contained.

  Another activity that I’m definitely going to come back to.

  “I’m fine with it,” said Laura. “I’ve done a good bit of yoga before. This is an… interesting twist.”

  She reached her arms down and slowly pulled her summer dress up and over her head. It was as though she was giving a strip tease, and Mike’s eyes locked onto her panties, and then her bra, and then her breasts. She wasn’t sweaty like the other women in the class, at least not yet.

  Andrea cleared her throat into her hand.

  “Maybe… I’ll wait for the two of you outside, for this one?” She squirmed and shrugged her shoulders.

  “Oh, come on Andrea,” said Mike. “It will be fun.”

  He pulled off his own shirt and shorts and set them into a neat pile along the side of the room where all of the women had placed their discarded clothing. Andrea sighed and began wiggling out of her clothing, revealing her body underneath.

  She wore a very plain bra and panty set. Her figure more than made up for it, however. Andrea was a petite girl with a slender, freckled frame. She looked dainty and soft, and had a different kind of allure to her.

  “Please, get set up in your spots,” said Laika. “We don’t have any more time to waste.”

  Mike grabbed a yoga mat from the closet and rolled it out in the back corner of the room. Laura and Andrea took spots more toward the center. Laika made her way to the front of the class, assumed a cross-legged sitting position, and began.

  CHAPTER 13

  “We will begin by setting an intention for the practice,” said Laika. “For those of you who don’t know what this means, it’s essentially an internal message to oneself about what you want for yourself, mentally and physical.”

  Mike looked around the room. The steam appeared to be coming
from a small metal pan with water and hot rocks in it, behind Laika in the front of the room. There was an attractive, albeit slightly curvy woman in front of him, and a thinner woman on his right side. Behind him and to his left was the back corner of the room.

  My intention is to relax, and let myself enjoy the cruise without stressing out about what I need to do.

  “I’m adding a stick of scented incense to the steam maker,” said Laika. “To help those of you who are carrying greater weight to relax.”

  She stuck something into the metal pan, and almost instantly the room filled with the scent of lavender and roses. Mike closed his eyes for a moment.

  It smells like feminine energy in here. It’s quite fitting, really.

  “To begin, I would like you all to come to a relaxed standing mountain position,” said Laika.

  Mike stood up, and stood with his legs shoulder length apart over his mat, mimicking the rest of the women in the room.

  “Arms up, upward.”

  It was hard for Mike to make out Laika’s movements through the steam, but he did his best to keep up. The woman in front of him seemed to have a good grasp on the movement, and he followed along with her the best her could.

  “Uttansana, forward fold,” said Laika.

  Mike watched as all of the women in the class leaned forward into a standing bend. The woman in front of him had an amazing butt, and he tried not to get distracted as he moved into the movement himself.

  “Very good. Hold for a moment.” Laika began moving around the room, her feet softly padding against the ground. She fixed a woman’s posture and then moved on.

  Mike felt strangely nervous as she approached his corner of the room. He didn’t care about yoga, and it was his first time doing it, but Laika held a strange power over the room.

  “Here.” She came up beside him and spoke in a whisper as she set one hand on his back, leaning over him. “Ease into it slightly more, nice and gentle.”

  Mike felt her soft breasts pushing against his back as she guided him deeper into the movement.