“I’m fine, sweetie,” said Laura. “You don’t have to worry. Really.”
Mike still vividly remembered the way it had felt, having her body against his, and moving together as the intensely primal emotions of love making rushed over them. She hadn’t let him go all the way, at least not until the end.
Is that why she can still fit into her motherly role so easily? Will that disappear if we take it any further?
Mike sighed. He felt his mom’s hand rub against his knee with gentle, caring motions.
“Are you okay, Mike?” she asked. Mike nodded immediately.
“Yeah, I’m fine, mom,” he said.
The words were true enough, but only in a physical, fundamental sense. Mike was struggling with something much darker and more confusing than he’d ever experienced before. His emotions were waging a war against logic, reason, and shame, and the verdict was still out on which side would prevail.
“You can talk to me about anything, you know,” said his mom. “I’ll listen, and do what I can to help you feel better.”
Mike’s cock raged against the fabric of his shorts. He wanted to lean in close, to whisper something hot and electrically charged into his mom’s ear, and to cross over that line again. But he didn’t.
I care about her, enough to stop myself from testing the limits.
“I’m fine, mom,” said Mike. “I should head back to my cabin.”
He stood up from the bed, but still faced his mom where she sat. Mike was tall enough for his crotch to be almost at face level. The way Laura was sitting almost made it seem like she was directing her attention right at his erection, tempting him into trying something with it.
“We’ll figure things out in the morning,” she said. “We both came on this trip together, Mike.”
For a moment, he didn’t move. The room felt hot and full of the kind of tension that can lead two people of the opposite sex into passionate, even against their better judgement.
She’s my mother. And this is wrong.
“Alright,” he finally said. “Goodnight, mom.”
“Goodnight, honey.”
Mike turned and slowly walked over to the door of the cabin. He looked back at the bed one last time. Laura was shifting one of her pillows down and leaned forward to do it in a way that let her breasts dangle out of the open front of her robe. She was, in fact, wearing a bra, as Mike now saw.
He took a deep breath and quickly slipped out through the door. The hallway was still silent, except for the sound of Mike’s own fast beating heart.
CHAPTER 2
“Attention, Goddess Cruise Line guests and passengers, this is your captain speaking.”
Mike blinked. He was in bed, and the intercom in the hallway outside was delivering a message in loud, static-laced pulses.
“I’m sure many of you are wondering what’s going on and where things will go from here. To answer all of your questions, I will be holding an open meeting in the first-floor lobby in fifteen minutes.”
Mike sighed and immediately started getting dressed. He almost did a double take as he passed by the port hole window on his way to grab a clean shirt out of his bag.
The cruise ship was anchored, if one could call it that, in the shallow water of a small tropical island. Mike could see a long, picturesque beach, studded with tiny shells and fenced in at the back by a thick wall of tropical foliage. A few palm trees jutted from the ground right where the sand met the grass, and one of them extended out diagonally.
It’s like something out of a TV show.
In Mike’s honest opinion, the island looked inviting. It wasn’t the dreary, rocky coast that he’d been expecting. It seemed like a place that wouldn’t be all that bad to be marooned on for a few days.
He stared out onto the beach for a minute more and then headed for the door. Laura was waiting outside her cabin, and her smile blossomed when she saw her son.
She had on a loose, floral printed blouse over a medium length summer skirt. Her breasts moved freely underneath the blouse and Mike did his best not to notice.
“Good morning!” Laura practically twirled around as Mike made his way over to her.
“You’re in good spirits,” he said. She smiled even more broadly at him.
“I went out on deck and got a look of the island.” She let out a satisfied sigh. “I hope it’s at least a week before we get rescued.”
“That… would be interesting,” said Mike.
An extra week surrounded by women, and they’d all be in their swimsuits more often. That doesn’t sound so bad.
“Come on, we have to get down to the lobby,” said Laura. “You’re one of the last ones up.”
She took Mike by the hand and began pulling him forward with long, eager strides.
“Okay, jeez, mom,” he said. “I needed some sleep after…”
He paused, thinking better than to mention the night before.
“…After everything that’s happened.” He kept his voice casual. His mom turned, and their eyes met for a tantalizing second.
The lobby was packed full of passengers and crew. Mike and his mom had to find spots in the back of the room. Excited murmurs and whispers filled the large room. Mike could tell from the expressions and body language he saw that everyone was thinking the same thing.
“They’re all going to want to go down onto the island,” he said. “Nobody is going to see this as a bad thing.”
Mike turned to look at his mom and found that she’d shifted further into the crowd. In her place was someone that he knew and loathed.
“This is a bad thing, jackass,” said Danica. “Now I’m stuck on this cruise with you for even longer.”
Mike resisted his urge to glower at her and instead forced a smile onto his face. Danica was wearing a tight white t-shirt and a pair of tiny jean shorts. She looked good, and the memory of the concert the day before was still fresh enough in Mike’s mind.
I had my cock inside of her. I didn’t get to finish, but still…
“And here I was hoping that we could be friends, now,” said Mike. Danica rolled her eyes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“We can talk more about it in my room later, if you want to understand better.”
Danica’s face reddened slightly. She started to stammer out an uncharacteristically flustered response when another voice joined in the conversation.
“If you don’t take him up on that offer, sweetie, I just might.”
Vera set a hand on each of their shoulders as she appeared out of the crowd behind them. Mike blinked and stared at her blankly. She was wearing a tasseled, sleeveless top that tied in the back and pushed her breasts and cleavage up in interesting ways. Around her waist, she wore a thin, colorfully patterned cloth skirt.
“Mom!” Danica stomped one foot down. “He was joking!”
Was I? I’m pretty sure that I wasn’t…
Before Mike could say anything else, a woman appeared at the top of the lobby stairs wearing a stiff women’s suit of gray fabric. She walked over to where a microphone stood on the podium and positioned herself behind it.
Captain Michelle has arrived.
The room grew quiet in just a few seconds. Captain Michelle tapped on the microphone a few times and then leaned forward to speak.
“I’m not going to dance around my point. For the time being, the ship is going to have to remain docked here on this island. It could be anywhere from a few days to a few weeks until rescue arrives.”
A murmur, this time anxious and tense, ran through the room. Captain Michelle cleared her throat, and the audience went silent.
“The ship is stocked with more than enough supplies to keep everyone fed for at least a month.” The captain glanced at a woman standing to her left, who nodded her head as if to confirm the statement.
“With the engines powered down, we should also be able to use our generators without having to resort to rationing electricity, as well.”
Captain Michelle waited, as though she expected a reaction from the crowd in response to the news she was delivering. Mike felt tempted to start clapping for a moment, but the room was still a little too tense for it to seem appropriate.
“I’m sure many of you are wondering about the island, and whether or not you’ll get a chance to stretch your legs off the ship.” Captain Michelle paused, and then slowly pulled her lips into a thin smile. “The answer to that question is yes.”
This time, there were a few cheers from the crowd, Mike among them. He was surprised by how excited the announcement made him feel.
“The ship’s staff members and crew will monitor the beach for anyone who is interested in checking it out. At this time, we can’t allow anyone to go past the tree line, or into the water beyond waist level.”
The entire room broke out into excited cheers and discussion. Captain Michelle cleared her throat and tapped on the microphone again.
“I want to reaffirm our commitment to keeping this cruise enjoyable, even through these unexpected circumstances. Rescue will arrive, but until then, we will make sure that all of your needs are attended to.”
Captain Michelle stepped away from the microphone. Another woman stepped up to it and began explaining the new event schedule for the ship and where to go in order to access the beach. Mike wasn’t listening, his thoughts running wild as he considered the situation.
I haven’t thought about what this means for me. Captain Michelle might forget about the video and blackmailing me entirely.
He mulled over the possibility as the crowd surged around him. It was hard for him to imagine that the captain would have any free time to continue her blackmail, now that the circumstances had changed so drastically.
“There you are!” Laura appeared at his shoulder and ran a hand through his hair. “Do you want to go check out the beach?”
Mike smiled, remembering the last time he’d seen his mom in a bikini.
“Definitely.”
CHAPTER 3
Mike and his mom doubled back to their cabins to change into their swimsuits. It only took Mike a few seconds, and he headed outside into the hallway to wait for his mom outside her room. The door was left slightly ajar, and as Mike walked over to it, it slowly began to swing open.
“Mom?” Against his better judgment, he leaned his head into the cabin. Laura was facing away from him and completely naked.
“Sweetie!” She pulled her arm up to her breasts as she glanced over a shoulder at him. “Close the door!”
Mike blushed and grabbed at the knob. He heard footsteps coming from down the hall and managed to swing the cabin door shut just as they reached him.
“Seriously, Mike?” Danica was wearing her one piece swimsuit, apparently also intent on heading to the beach. “This is a new low for you.”
“What?” Mike held up his hands defensively and shook his head. “I was just-“
“Peeping on your mom while she was changing,” said Danica. “Yeah, I saw.”
How do I keep ending up in these situations? And why does Danica care?
“I wasn’t!” said Mike. “I just came into the hallway and the door… opened on its own.”
Even as the words left his mouth, the explanation sounded stupid and hollow. Danica set her hands on her hips and glared at him for a moment. She took a step forward, getting right in his face and close enough to make Mike aware of the way her breasts hung in her swimsuit.
“You’re a pervert, Mike,” she said. “You know you are.”
The words hit him like slaps in the face. Mike felt anger burning in his chest and something else along with it.
I can’t let her be right.
“You… you’re just mad because of what happened!” Mike stepped toward her, letting his chest press against her boobs. “Whatever I am, you can’t change the facts.”
Danica scowled at him and balled one of her hands into a fist.
“Nothing happened!” She was shouting now, and a few other women awkwardly stood down the hall, not wanting to walk into the argument.
“It happened,” said Mike. “And you liked it.”
He saw her hand coming before it hit, but there was no time for him to dodge or do anything about it. Pain flared in Mike’s cheek, and stars flickered across his vision. His lip was bleeding slightly. Danica had put all of the strength her thin arm contained into the blow.
“I’m going to make you pay, Mike!” She pulled her arm back. “You fucking bastard!”
“Danica!” Vera appeared behind her daughter and pulled her back. To Mike’s left, the door leading to his mother’s cabin opened. She stepped out in her blue bikini, her smile turning into a frown as she scanned the scene.
“Mike,” Laura murmured. “What’s going on here?”
He exchanged an angry, but knowing look with Danica.
This is between us. I’m not getting my mom or anyone else involved.
“Nothing,” he said.
Vera and Laura looked to Danica. She’d put on her poker face, and looked as innocent and unassuming as a teenage girl could.
“It’s nothing,” she said. “Mike and I are just playing around.”
Vera and Laura shared a look.
“They’re teenagers, Laura,” said Vera. “These things happen. I think we should all just head down to the beach and spend some quality time together.”
Mike didn’t say anything. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck with Danica for any length of time, but backing out of it would only make his mom more suspicious.
It all keeps coming back to me and my stupid hormones. Maybe I am a pervert, after all.
“That sounds lovely,” said Danica, in a voice so sweet that it made Mike feel like throwing up. Laura was watching him carefully, and as the four of them set off down the hall, she slowed down, pulling Mike alongside her.
“Do you want to tell me what really happened?” she asked. Mike sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
“I already told you,” he said. “Nothing happened.”
“If you insist.” Laura leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Mike shivered as her lips made contact.
I need to get myself under control.
They made their way outside, and Mike took a deep breath of fresh, summer air. The ship wasn’t close enough to the island for the gangway to serve as a ramp all the way onto the shore. Instead, some of the crew members had rigged up a platform made of inflatable lifeboats that extended into the shallows, where passengers were jumping into the water and wading the last few feet.
“I think everything happens for a reason,” said Laura. Mike turned toward her and raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“The fact that we’re here.” She smiled. “Everything that’s happened so far. It’s all been for a reason. I don’t mean that it’s orchestrated or preordained or anything, just that things come together in the end.”
Mike could only meet her loving, motherly eyes for a second before he had to turn away. He felt weird, as though he was looking at two different people at once, both locked within his mother’s gorgeous, curvy body.
She’s my mom. And that’s it.
“Come on, let’s get onto the ramp before all of the other passengers clog it up.” Laura poked Mike in the ribs and then jogged down the deck, her flip flops slapping against the polished wood with every step.
He followed behind her, feeling his eagerness crystallizing into intention. Two crew members stood on either side of the gangway, regulating the flow of people as they climbed onto it. Vera and Danica were already on the way down, but one of the crew members held up a hand and gestured for Mike and his mom to wait.
“It looks a little…” Laura trailed off, frowning as she watched the ramp creaking in time with the waves.
“It’ll be fine,” said Mike.
Vera and Danica reached the other end, and Mike and his mom climbed on. Between the downward sloping angle and the rocking from the inflatable platform at the other end, the gangway was treacherous to traverse.
I guess they’re passed being worried about lawsuits.
Laura moved across it in front of him. In what seemed like a cautious move, she decided to go it on all fours. The wind blew against her skirt, forcing her to divide her time between holding it down and moving forward.
“Just focus on moving across, mom,” said Mike. Laura turned over her shoulder and shot him a glare.
He laughed at the worst possible time. A larger wave crashed against the inflatable platform, shaking it enough to throw him off balance. He threw a hand out to catch himself as he fell and felt it pass through thin air.
Mike tumbled off the gangway headfirst. He let out a sound that was less a cry and more of a surprised gasp. The fall took longer than he’d expected, and luckily, the water was there to meet him on the other side.
“Are you okay?” Laura called down to him from the ramp above. Mike coughed up foul tasting sea water, and listened as Danica broke into raucous laughter from the shore.
“I’m okay.” He looked up at his mom and smiled. He could see her long, bare legs, and her swimsuit underneath her skirt.
There’s always an upside, I guess.
CHAPTER 4
Mike swam the rest of the way to the shore. The water was surprisingly warm and other than Danica’s jeers, he enjoyed the results of his accident. His feet touched the sandy sea floor after a few seconds, and he waded out into the shallows, feeling his shirt and shorts sticking to his body.
Most of the passengers were setting up their spots in a big clump, almost like a group of cattle settling to the ground for an afternoon nap. Mike found his mom, Danica, and Vera off to the side, taking advantage of a small area of sand that was free of rocks and shells and unrolling their towels to sit down.
“How was the trip, Mike?” Danica smiled mockingly at him. Mike smiled back.
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