“It’s okay, Mom.” Mike smiled weakly and turned to look at Captain Michelle. “They want you to meet with them in the morning. And they want you to come alone.”
The captain frowned.
“They really don’t have any intention of talking things out, do they?”
Mike shook his head.
“We need to get out of here,” he said. “As soon as we can. When are the rescuers going to arrive?”
Captain Michelle sighed and leaned back against the wall of the infirmary.
“The storms are making it difficult for any of the ships to get through,” she said. “It’s probably going to be at least another week. We don’t have the option of holing up in the cruise ship. There are too many different ways that they could sabotage us.”
Laura brought Mike a glass of water from infirmary’s sink. She knelt beside him and carefully held it up to his lips so he could get a drink.
“I’m not that tired, Mom,” he said. “Here.”
He took the glass into his hand, took a long sip, and then thought about the implications of the captain’s words.
“So you are going to meet with them?” he asked.
Captain Michelle nodded.
“First thing in the morning. And Mike… you’ll be coming with me.”
Laura looked as though she would have thrown the water in Michelle’s face, had it still been in her hand. Instead, she shook her head and angrily crossed her arms.
“Absolutely not!” she shouted. “He could have died!”
“Mom…” Mike tugged on her arm and smiled up at her. “I don’t have a choice.”
I can’t imagine what would happen if the tribe attacked, and got ahold of the women on the ship. If they got ahold of Mom…
“Then I’m coming with you!” Laura’s face was determined. Mike opened his mouth to argue with her, but the captain spoke first.
“That’s quite alright,” she said. “I don’t intend to go into this under their conditions. I’m bringing my guards with me, and we aren’t going to be in any danger, regardless of what the tribe throws at us.”
Mike chewed his lip, trying not to let his frustration manifest into angry words. The last thing he wanted was to have his mom in the same position he’d just been in.
“We’ll meet up in the lobby in the morning,” said Captain Michelle. “Right at the brink of dawn. Get as much sleep as you can.”
She turned and left the room. Mike cursed and moved to get to his feet.
“Mom, this is insane,” he said. “You… you don’t understand.”
Laura moved to help Mike stand up.
“I understand perfectly well what the situation is,” she said. “And my only son isn’t going into that kind of danger on his own.”
Mike sighed. He started to form a rebuttal, but caught a whiff of his mom’s intoxicating perfume. She felt soft and clean, and from the angle she had her arm around him, he could feel one of her breasts pushing into him.
“Now,” said Laura. “Let’s get you back to your cabin and into the bath.”
CHAPTER 12
Mike was half asleep for most of the trip back to the cabin. He was vaguely aware of Laura taking his keycard from him and pulling him through the door, and then of lying on the bed with the sound of running water in the background.
“Come on, honey,” his mom whispered. “It’s ready.”
Mike stumbled up, and then leaning heavily on his mom, made his way into the bathroom. Laura pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, and it was only at that moment that his awareness began to return to him.
She’s helping me into the bath. I could use one at this point.
Laura cupped his cheek in her hand and locked eyes with him.
“Are you hanging in there?” she asked.
Mike nodded.
“Good.” She turned away from him and then slowly began pulling off her own shirt. Mike’s jaw dropped open, and he felt reality returning in full force.
“What are you doing?”
“The tub is huge,” she said. “And you’re going to need help getting washed up.”
Mike felt his excited cock, amplified by the effects of the tribe’s drug, hardening into a stiff rod. His mom turned back to him, now in just her bra and panties, and started pulling down his shorts. Her cleavage spilled out of cups, offering him a gorgeous down blouse view of the tops of her boobs.
“Mom,” he said. “Hold on!”
His cock practically snapped out into Laura’s face as she pulled his boxers down. She politely turned her gaze away from it, a small reddish tint collecting in her cheeks.
“Alright honey,” she said softly. “Climb in.”
Even as tired as I am, this seems like a dangerous idea.
Mike cleared his throat nervously, feeling his excited heart pounding in his chest. Then, he carefully stepped over the tub’s rim and lowered himself down into it.
He let out an audible sigh as he sank down into the hot, soapy water. The tub was just barely big enough for two people, and the way his mother had drawn in made the surface opaque enough to hide his body underneath.
“Close your eyes for a second,” said Laura.
Mike closed his eyes. He heard the sound of more clothing dropping to the floor, and then felt the water on the other side of the tub shifting. A foot grazed the inside of his thigh, and his cock jumped with excitement.
“Alright, you can open them.”
Mike opened his eyes. His mom was sitting in the tub across from him, and she’d slipped down low enough for the bubbles to conceal most of her breasts. She smiled at him. Her face was flushed, either from embarrassment or the heat of the water.
“I can wash myself off, you know,” said Mike.
“Yeah, but you never do a very good job of it.” Laura smiled at him, and for some reason Mike started to laugh.
“Let’s start with your hair!” His mom twisted, reaching for a bottle of shampoo on the bathroom floor. One of her breasts popped entirely into view, but suds clung to the center of it like an obnoxious curtain.
She took the shampoo, squeezed a bit of it into her hand, and then smiled at him. She was blushing more severely now, and Mike felt heat in the room intensify as they briefly locked gazes.
“I’m going to have to, erm, move closer to you,” said Laura. “Close your eyes.”
“What?”
“Close your eyes,” she repeated.
Mike groaned, but did as she said. He felt the water shift as his mom slid over to him in the tub. His legs were against the outside edge of the tub, and he felt his mom’s knees bumping against his thighs as she slipped closer in.
Soft fingers began caressing Mike’s head. He jerked his hips up, half in surprise, and half out of hot, sexual desperation. The head of his cock brushed against soft flesh.
“Hold still, honey,” whispered his mom, as she continued fluffing the suds into his hair. “Alright, there you go. Dunk your head.”
Mike blinked his eyes open for a split second. His mother was in front of him, a mixture of forbidden exposed nudity, soap suds, and beauty. She glared at him with a smile on her face and pulled and arm across her boobs.
“Dunk your head!” she repeated firmly.
Mike closed his eyes and slipped under the surface of the water, running his fingers through his hair. He popped back up, wiped his face off, and opened his eyes.
Laura was right in front of him. She’d moved her knees out, and was now positioned over Mike, holding her breasts in an arm. Her face was a mixture of doting motherly love and illicit excitement.
“Alright,” she said. “Now we need to wash off the rest of you.”
His mom scooped up some suds in her free hand and draped them across her breasts as she moved her arm, creating a makeshift bra of soap. Mike laughed.
“Creative.” His hands began to wander, coming to rest on his mom’s waist.
From the new angle they were at, it was easy for him to lift his hips up, and
he felt the head of his cock brushing in between his mom’s open thighs.
“Easy, honey,” Laura whispered. “I’m just getting you washed up.”
She grabbed a bar of soap off the shower stand and rubbed it across Mike’s chest. The suds on her chest were starting to drip, and Mike could see a hint of pink areola poking out. She shifted as she began rubbing the soap into his skin, and her boobs bounced in front of Mike’s face.
“Mom…” Mike’s cock was achingly hard underneath the surface of the water, just as it had been back in the village. He shifted his hips up again, this time pulling his mom down slightly. His cock pushed closer to its target, but Laura bobbed back up before it could make it inside.
“Honey…” Laura’s voice tone was conflicted, as though she couldn’t decide if she wanted to stop him or not.
It’s not my fault. The drug is still in my system.
Mike pulled his mother down further, his arousal fighting back his shame. She didn’t stop him, and as Mike thrust his hips up for a third time, he felt the head of his cock slide inside of her.
“Oh!” Laura’s mouth opened in surprise. She bit her lip and then redoubled her efforts on washing Mike’s chest.
Mike slowly began to pump his cock up into her, relaxing his grip on her waist and trying to prolong the illicit moment for as long as he could.
She feels incredible! So much better than any of the other women! This is… unbelievable.
Laura was moving with him now, slowly rocking her hips back and forth. She closed her eyes and stopped trying to hide her breasts with her hands or soap or anything. Mike could see most of one of her nipples, and he reached his fingers forward and pinched soap off it. His mom squealed.
“I’m just trying to get you clean, sweetie,” she whispered. “That’s all. We… can’t do anything else.”
Despite her objection, she continued moving her hips, stroking her tight cunt along her son’s hard cock. Mike thrust up into her faster, letting water splash up as he moved. He’d never felt so turned on in his entire life, but with it came a dirty, shameful mixture of emotions.
Why does this feel so good, and yet so wrong!
“Oh god,” whispered his mom. “Honey!”
Laura was riding him now, bouncing up and down on his pole, her boobs swaying back and forth with each movement. Mike could feel the lips of her pussy pulling along the length of his shaft, stroking him off like a soft, velvety seal.
Mike leaned his face forward, burying his face into his mother’s bosom as he continued to fuck her under the water. He knew it was wrong, but his body wanted it. She was the holy grail, the one woman whose beauty was off limits.
She must want it, too. She climbed into the tub naked.
Thinking about it from his mom’s perspective only turned him on even further. He was her son, but he had grown into a man. Everything from the two of them sharing a bed together to the way Captain Michelle had tried to manipulate them into it had pushed them further along the illicit path.
Mike slammed his cock into her faster. Water splashed onto the floor, and the tub squeaked as his skin slipped along the bottom of it. His mom was moaning and using his shoulders for leverage as they fucked. Her pussy felt incredible, even after a day of sex.
Laura shifted, and one of her arms brushed across the handle for the tub’s faucet. The water turned on and began splashing down into the tub. It was almost as though a switch had been flipped, bringing her back to reality.
“Oh my god!” Laura stood up abruptly and pulled her arms over herself. Mike blinked and then looked up at her, feeling his heart sink as he realized that the forbidden moment had come to an end.
“Mom, I-“
“I think you’re clean enough now, honey.” His mom’s voice was quiet, reprimanding, and ashamed. She stepped out of the tub, still dripping wet, and backed away from the tub without turning around.
She briefly pulled her hand away from her pussy, the same pussy that Mike had been drilling only seconds earlier, to grab a towel. She wrapped the towel around herself and then cleared her throat.
“You’re still tired and confused after what you went through,” she said. “Just get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be an eventful day.”
His mom forced a smile onto her face, and Mike forced one onto his.
“Okay mom,” he said. “Thanks. For helping me wash up.”
“Not a problem, honey.” Laura left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Mike reached down to his cock and just barely touched it. An orgasm powerful enough to give him muscle cramps tore through his body, and he saw his mom in his mind’s eye, naked and sweet. Cum splattered up, shooting out from the surface of the water like a volcanic eruption.
Mike sighed as intense, unbelievable, forbidden pleasure swept over him. He was tired.
CHAPTER 13
Mike woke up early the next morning. He pulled himself out of bed without any fanfare, dressing with resolve.
He didn’t stop by his mom’s cabin on his way through the hall. Part of him hoped that she’d overslept, or decided against coming. When he reached the lobby, he saw that his hopes were in vain.
“Good morning, Mike.” Laura smiled at her son. As always, she didn’t seem to have been affected by the illicit events of the night before. She wore a white sleeveless top over tight black yoga pants, and Mike had to work overtime not to ogle her figure.
Captain Michelle and three other women were also waiting. All of them carried a rifle in their hands and a pistol on the hip. The cruise ship was relatively empty so early in the morning, which was a good thing, given their appearance.
“I brought an extra for you, Mike,” said Captain Michelle. “Try not to lose this one.”
Mike smiled and accepted the pistol as she handed it to him.
“I won’t.” He turned to his mom with worried eyes. “Mom… Are you sure about this?”
“I am, honey,” said Laura. “I could never forgive myself if something happened.”
Mike took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
I’ll just have to protect her, no matter what.
“Alright.” Mike nodded to the captain. “Are you ready?”
“We’re ready,” said Captain Michelle. “You know the way, so you can take point. As soon as we get to the village, I’ll do the talking.”
Mike nodded and then remembered something that warranted mentioning.
“There’s a woman there named Nina who translates for Queen Naera,” he said. “Supposedly she’s an anthropologist, studying the tribe. She seems harmless enough on the surface, but I don’t trust her.”
“I’ll keep my eye on her.” Captain Michelle motioned to the lobby door, and Mike started walking.
They walked across the gangway and then took the dinghy to the shore. The sun was rising over the horizon, and the air was a bit cooler than Mike had been expecting. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and goosebumps formed on his arms as they walked into the jungle.
“The island isn’t that big, but we’re heading to the other side of it,” he said. “It shouldn’t take more than an hour.”
Captain Michelle nodded and then moved so that she was walking side by side with him. She was wearing a dark blue t-shirt over jet black jeans and a pair of heavy combat boots, and she looked good in the outfit. It showed off her toned thighs, flat stomach, and athletic curves. She looked better than a woman her age had any right to.
“I need to know the truth,” she whispered. “Is there any point in us trying to negotiate? If you think they’re going to try something, I need to know.”
“They will definitely try something,” said Mike. “But… I don’t think it would be a good idea for us to go in shooting.”
I hope I’m right about this.
The group continued through the jungle, pushing through the foliage. A tense silence hung over the air, and the trip seemed to go by much faster than it had for Mike the night before.
They
finally spilled out the clearing where the village was located. Mike was expecting Queen Naera to be waiting for them in force, but most of the tribe appeared to be going about their regular lives. They quickly turned their attention to the new arrivals as Mike and Captain Michelle made their way into the village, but none of them made any sudden moves.
“Stay on guard,” said Mike. “I’ll bring you to the queen’s hut, and we’ll see what she had to say.”
Captain Michelle nodded. Mike made sure that his mom was within arm’s reach, just in case something did happen. He stopped outside the fur covering that led into Queen Naera’s hut, and knocked nervously on the wooden frame.
Aera was the one who greeted him at the door. Her dimpled smile expanded out of the corners of her mouth, as though all of them were there for a social visit. She beckoned Mike into the hut. He looked back at his mom and Captain Michelle, and then stepped inside.
Here goes nothing…
Captain Michelle moved to follow, but Aera held up a hand for her to stay where she was. She started to object when Nina appeared at the edge of the door.
“Hello,” said Nina. “I can translate Queen Naera’s instructions for you. She wants me to tell you that she only wants to meet with Mike to start. He will come to no harm.”
“I’m the one in charge of the ship,” said Captain Michelle. “Any negotiating needs to include me.”
“Of course!” Nina nodded and smiled a little too vigorously. “But this is just the way things are done amongst this tribe. Mike made first contact, and therefore, he will serve as the go-between.”
Captain Michelle frowned and performed a skeptical scan of her surroundings. She beckoned Mike to lean in close to her, and he stepped back outside to do it.
“If they try to take you hostage, or if you get a bad feeling, start coughing as loudly as you can.” She gave him a serious look. “Tell them that you can’t agree to anything without checking with me first.”
“Alright.” Mike took a deep breath and turned to face his mom. “It’s going to be okay, don’t worry.”
“I trust you honey,” said Laura. “Just be careful.”
Alright. Time to do this.
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