Goddess Cruise Lines: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

Slowly, Mike let his free hand slip down to Danica’s skirt. He lifted it up and slipped a finger across her panty covered mound. He could feel moisture there, and it wasn’t just sweat.

  “What’s this?” he asked, amusement slipping into his voice. “Are you that turned on right now?”

  “You’re the one with a hard on!” said Danica. The band began to speed up the song they were playing, and the women around the two of them surged.

  “I’m a horny teenager,” said Mike. “Just like you.”

  “You don’t know the first thing about sex, Mike!” shouted Danica.

  Mike slid his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly began to pull them down. Danica flinched, but made no move to stop him.

  “I know that you can stop this by saying a single word, if you’re scared,” said Mike. “I’ll take my hands off you. We’ll still be pushed together, but I won’t take it any further.”

  “I’m not scared!” growled Danica.

  Is this really happening?

  Mike carefully unzipped the fly of his shorts and extracted his erection from the inside of his boxers. The crowd was too packed together and too wild for anyone to see what he was doing. He pushed forward, and felt Danica’s naked thighs rubbing against the head of his cock.

  “You… you’re not man enough!” Danica’s voice was high pitched, and tense.

  Mike shifted her forward a little, and Danica spread her legs slightly, as though daring him to try it. With one smooth movement, Mike slipped the head of his cock into her tight, wet cunt. She shivered and moved backward, further sheathing his dick into her. Mike wrapped his arm up and across her breasts and tried to move her skirt down with his free hand.

  “This next song is for all the lovers in the house tonight!” shouted the lead vocalist onstage. The crowd surged, and Mike slowly and triumphantly began to thrust up into his arch nemesis.

  “This is what you wanted from the start, isn’t it?”

  “You bastard!” said Danica. Mike pumped his cock into her a little harder, and she let out a squeal.

  “Are you going to tell everyone back at school about this?” he asked. “About how I fucked you at a concert, like the dirty slut you are.”

  “I could still scream rape,” replied Danica.

  Mike banged into her, hard enough for their bodies to slap together. Danica pushed herself back in response, letting him get even deeper inside of her.

  “I think…” whispered Mike. “We should just enjoy the concert. We’re doing a good job of making the best of it.”

  The lead vocalist was singing a song about being taken hard. Mike timed his thrusts to fit with the rhythm of her vocals and felt Danica quivering and whimpering with pleasure against him.

  The best revenge isn’t always served cold.

  One of the women in the crowd beside them glanced over and put a hand up to her mouth. Mike was making no real attempt to hide what was going on anymore. He was too horny, too eager to fill up Danica’s cunt with his cum, to punish her for all the abuse she’d put him through.

  The woman watched as Mike continued hammering away at Danica’s pussy, using his cock like jackhammer to fuck her hard. It felt incredible, and a mixture of emotions swirled within him.

  It took Mike a minute to realize the reason why the woman was staring at him. The band had stopped playing, and the crowd was thinning out. He and Danica were almost in the dead center of the room.

  “Fuck,” whispered Mike.

  “Keep going!” said Danica.

  “I can’t!” He looked around nervously. “We’re going to get-“

  “Mike?” Laura’s voice cut through the ambient noise like a hot knife through butter. “Are the two of you, uh, dancing?”

  Slowly and shamefacedly, Mike slipped his hand out of Danica’s shirt. He couldn’t pull away from her, not without revealing his hard on. Danica’s panties were still on the ground around her feet, and if his mom noticed them, it was game over.

  “Yes!” he said, a little too enthusiastically. “We were just… dancing.”

  Danica whirled around, releasing Mike’s cock from her inner confines in a single movement. She pushed Mike, hard, and sent him careening over. Luckily, the movement also hid his cock from view in the confusion.

  “You pervert!” she shouted. “You weren’t dancing with me, you were feeling me up! Just because the crowd pushed us together doesn’t mean you get to cop a feel!”

  Mike quickly stuffed his cock into his shorts and met Danica’s eye. He could just barely make out something in them that hadn’t been there before.

  She’s only pretending to be mad. She wants to finish what we just started.

  “Michael Grant!” Laura stomped over to him and pulled him up by the shoulder. “Apologize to this young woman, this instant!”

  Mike gritted his teeth.

  “I’m sorry, Danica,” he said. “I don’t know what came over me.”

  Couldn’t she have come up with a story that didn’t land me in hot water with my mom?

  “We are going to have a serious talk about this when we get back to my cabin.” Laura took him by the hand and began pulling him toward the door. Mike caught Danica’s gaze one final time and smiled.

  CHAPTER 15

  Andrea was trailing behind Mike and his mom as they made their way out of the concert and up the stairs, Laura didn’t say much, at least not at first.

  She might have figured out what was really going on.

  “Why is it that every time that I let you out of my eye sight, you seem to get yourself into trouble?” Laura’s voice was full of sharp anger, the kind that only a personal offense can pull out of a person.

  “I’m not always getting into trouble,” said Mike. “And besides, Danica was… exaggerating.”

  “Exaggerating?” Laura stopped in the doorway that led out to the main deck and turned to face him. “I saw the two of you, Michael!”

  “What?”

  Laura shook her head and folded her arms. Her body language alone was enough to make Mike wilt.

  “Everybody around saw the two of you,” she said quietly. “I don’t know how far you took it, and I don’t care.”

  “That’s not fair, mom.” Mike sighed, unable to contain himself any longer. “You’re the one who brought me on this cruise, and now you expect me just to sit around, do nothing?”

  Andrea was hovering just behind them. A few women pushed by, giving uncomfortable glances as they went.

  “I expect you to be a decent human being,” said Laura. “And to stop doing shameful things!”

  That’s what this is about. She’s still caught up on last night.

  “Am I the one who’s ashamed, mom?” Mike locked eyes with her and leaned in close enough to feel the heat coming off her body. “Or is it you?”

  “Ashamed?” Laura met his intensity with a look her own. “I’m not the one who keeps trying to…”

  She can’t say it. Can I even say it?

  “So you’re jealous then?” asked Mike, in a sharp and quiet voice. “You don’t like that I’m giving my attention and more than just that, to another-“

  Laura’s hand came at lightning speed. Her slap hit Mike and did more than any words ever could. He felt the sting in his cheek, but it was nothing compared to the way his emotions twisted in his chest, punishing him for the careless words.

  Why the fuck did I say that?

  “Mom…” Mike looked up, but Laura was gone. Andrea was still standing behind him, awkwardly waiting for the situation to defuse in a way that clearly wasn’t going to happen.

  “Uh, Mike?” she asked softly. “Do you want me to go?”

  Mike took a deep breath and then pushed it out.

  “No,” he said. “I just… need a second.”

  Mike walked out onto the main deck and over to the outer railing. The dark clouds he’d seen before were now blocking out the stars and possibly the moon. The air was hot and humid, and loaded with potential.


  “I almost never fight with my mom.” He spoke to Andrea, who slowly moved over to the railing and took a spot next to him. “We usually get along so well that it just doesn’t happen. But tonight… I guess I really got under her skin.”

  The wind blew in from the ocean, hard. Mike felt his t-shirt rippling, and a medium sized wave crashed against the ship’s hull below.

  “She’s your mom,” said Andrea. “Out of all the people who could get under her skin, you probably have the easiest time of it.”

  Mike shrugged.

  “I really didn’t want to come on this vacation, in the beginning,” he said. “Maybe I was onto something. All it’s done so far is confused me.”

  And that’s putting it lightly.

  Andrea reached her hand over and squeezed his on the railing.

  “Well, sometimes you need to be confused to figure out exactly what you want.”

  Mike didn’t say anything to that. He couldn’t say anything to that. Thinking about what he really wanted made his heart race, and gave him a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

  “Andrea… There’s more to it than that, I think.”

  “I know that you love your mom, Mike.” Andrea locked eyes with him. “Even if the two of you are a little intense about it. And I know that’s all that matters.”

  “The way she reacted after what happened in the club.” Mike shook his head. “Did you, uh, see me and Danica dancing, Andrea?”

  Andrea’s face turned crimson red. She looked up, angling her gaze over Mike’s eyes and head.

  “Uhm…. I did.” She squirmed. “It looked like the two of you were getting, uh, very friendly with each other.”

  Mike forced a smile.

  “Alright, then,” he said. “I guess we were being a bit too obvious. And in that case, she has every right to be upset.”

  It might have nothing to do with what I implied. She’s still my mother, after all.

  “We should head back inside soon,” said Andrea. “Out here on the ocean, when it rains, it pours.”

  Lightning flashed in the distance, followed by the thunderclap a second later.

  “Spooky,” said Mike. “Apparently you can control the weather, now.

  He turned to follow Andrea as she stepped away from the railing and a torrent of rain hit him, falling hard and all at once.

  “Jeez!” Mike’s words were almost drowned out by the drum roll of the raindrops hitting the deck. Andrea gestured to him, and he hurried after her and into the ship.

  The rain had soaked his clothes completely through. Mike headed straight up to his cabin, and Andrea split off to head to her dormitory and change as well.

  He paused before opening the door, and peered across the hall at his mom’s room. Talking with Andrea had smoothed out his emotions. Now all he really wanted to do was talk with his mom, really talk with her, about everything that’d been going on between them.

  Mike quickly changed into dry clothes, and then over to his mom’s cabin to do just that. He knocked on the cabin door softly.

  “Mom.” He paused, thinking about what he was going to say. “I… came to apologize.”

  There was no response. Mike waited for a few seconds and then tried the doorknob. It was locked.

  “Mom?” He knocked again and frowned.

  If she isn’t here, then where else would she be?

  An ominous feeling began to wave over him, starting in his fingers and toes and working its way inward. Mike turned to walk down the hall and saw Vera headed toward him.

  “Mike.” She smiled mischievously. “Fancy running into-“

  “Have you seen my mom?” Mike hurried toward the doors leading outside, even as Vera answered.

  “She was on the first deck, port side. At least, the last time I saw her.” Vera frowned at him. “What’s going on?”

  Mike started to answer, but before he could, the ship lurched underneath his feet. It was enough to make him stumble and grab at the wall.

  “That must have been a huge wave,” said Vera. “The storm outside is getting wild.”

  The ominous feeling intensified.

  “I have to go!” he called back to Vera as he ran down the hall. “I have to find her!”

  Mike slammed out the doors leading outside, his newly clean and dry clothes instantly soaking up water as a wall of rain welcomed him into the fray.

  CHAPTER 16

  The situation was much worse than he’d been expecting. Rain scoured the deck as though blasted out of a pressure washer in the sky. The wind whipped against Mike’s back with enough force to keep him off balance, and the ship lurched unpredictably underneath his feet.

  “Mom!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, but the storm was too loud for him to be heard over. “Mom!”

  I have to find her!

  He took a step forward. It was terrifying to move away from the security of the doors leading back into the ship. The few passengers still out of deck were hurrying by him, headed in the opposite direction toward safety.

  The ocean had been all around him for the entire trip, but it’d been no more than an afterthought in Mike’s mind compared to the distractions of the cruise. He took a deep breath, coughing as rain drops pelted against his nose and mouth.

  “Mom!” Mike ran forward in a crouch, keeping his hands out to catch himself if he fell. The wind hit him against the side in mid-step and he struggled to keep his balance, straightening up and leaning away from the railing.

  He had to travel around the front of the ship to reach the side that his mom was on. Mike cursed and wished that he’d had the sense to exit out that way to begin with. It was too late for him to double back, however. The only way forward was through the gale.

  I’m not heading back in without her.

  Mike forced himself forward. The ship’s rocking was becoming more extreme. He looked up and immediately saw why. The ocean was no longer the even, expansive plane that it had been during the gentle hours of the day. It was an uneven mixture of crests and waves, some of which competed with the cruise ship itself in size.

  His fingers went numb, and his shoes filled with icy water, but Mike continued forward and around the front of the ship. He started down the other side and saw a figure in the distance hanging onto the railing. Waves ravaged the spot, keeping the person from being able to move without risking being washed overboard.

  “Mom!” Mike screamed. The figure looked up and raised a hand.

  He hurried over, sparing no thought for his own safety. Laura was soaked through to the bone, and looked like she was on the verge of giving up. Mike closed the distance between the two of them and grabbed onto her shoulder.

  “Come on!” he yelled, directly into her ear. “We have to get inside!”

  His mom shouted something in reply, but the storm was too intense for him to make out what it was. A huge wave, bigger than any Mike had seen up until then, crashed over the side of the ship and over them.

  For a moment, Mike felt like he was underwater. He couldn’t tell if he was still on the ship or if he’d been washed overboard. The water receded as quickly as it’d arrived, and he was lying on the deck, still clenching his mom’s arm in a painfully tight grip in one hand.

  He pulled himself to his feet and helped his mom up. She wrapped her arms tight around him, and he could feel how cold she was.

  “We have to move!” Mike started pulling her toward the nearest door not a moment too soon. Another wave was cresting behind them, higher than the last one had been. It curled high over the edge of the ship before falling downward, aimed directly at them as though guided by a malevolent force.

  Mike ran faster than he knew that he could, summoning every bit of his focus to keep his balance on the wet deck. He made sure his mom stayed even with him, half leading and half pulling her forward.

  They reached the doors just as they wave reached them. Mike pushed on the glass, swinging one door open. The wave hit and gave them a boost forward, spilling water into th
e interior of the ship.

  The two of them collapsed to the ground, and the door closed behind them. Mike coughed up water that he’d swallowed without realizing, and then helped his mom to his feet.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. Laura nodded.

  “I’m c-c-cold…” Her teeth were chattering, and she stuttered as she spoke. The ship swayed again as the storm continued its siege.

  “Come on,” said Mike. “Let’s get up to our room and get you warmed up.”

  The interior ship was nearly empty, at least in the public spaces. Mike and his mom ascended the spiral staircase up to the second floor and then found their cabins. Mike opened the door to his moms, ushered her in, and then stepped in after her.

  “Here, let’s get you warmed up.” Mike smiled at his mom and tried to do his best to ignore the shifting ship beneath him. Rain pelted against the porthole window, and he could see flashes of thunder in the distance outside.

  “Mike…” said his mom.

  “Look, if it’s about what happened before, I’m sorry,” said Mike. “I didn’t mean what I said. I just… right now, we should focus on making sure you’re okay.”

  Laura nodded and turned away from him. She reached down to the bottom of her soaking wet sundress and slowly pulled it up and over her head. Her bra and panties clung to her body, wet and almost translucent from the moisture. Her butt looked amazing, and the nipples on her big breasts were hard from the cold.

  “I… should get you a towel.” Mike averted his eyes and took a deep breath as he walked into the bathroom. He came back out and handed to his mom. She smiled at him.

  “Thank you, honey,” she said. “You saved me.”

  “I was worried,” he said. “Vera aid you were still out on deck. I thought maybe…”

  I thought she might have been washed overboard already.

  “I probably would have died if you hadn’t shown up.” Laura wiped the towel through the cleavage of her breasts, and then across her flat stomach. “Thank you.”

  She stepped forward and pulled Mike into a hug. Her body felt good against him, good enough to make wicked ideas race through his head. But it was also dangerously cold.