Goddess Cruise Lines: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  Damn it, what the hell is wrong with me? I need to take a cold shower.

  “I… I’ll be back in a minute, mom,” he said.

  “Okay. I’ll have the bed ready for you.”

  Despite his intense, unwanted arousal, Mike couldn’t bring himself to actually go through with the cold shower. The bathroom still smelled of his mother’s shampoo and perfume. He took a shower at regular temperature, slowly washing his hair and body, and working through everything that had happened in the past few eventful hours.

  He dried himself off, brushed his teeth, and then realized that all of his clothes were still out in the other room. Mike wrapped a towel around his waist and walked over to the door, hovering his hand over the knob for a second before opening it.

  The tables have turned. I guess it’s my turn to be exposed.

  Mike walked out into the bedroom and was greeted by an unexpected sight. Laura had stripped the sheets off the bed and was resetting the sheets, bending over on top of the mattress to smooth creases out of the fabric. The bottom of her gorgeous butt poked out from underneath her nightgown. It was too much for Mike, and he had to force himself to look away.

  “I uh…” Mike blushed, trying not to sound as uncomfortable as he felt. “I need to grab some pajamas to throw on.”

  Laura turned to look at him. Her eyes scanned across his bare chest. She didn’t blush, but her mouth opened slightly, and she glanced away after a moment.

  “Right,” she said. “I put your bag in the closet. I’m just making sure the bed will be nice and comfy for us.”

  Mike did his best to keep his eyes off her as he walked across the room and began fumbling through his bag.

  I could have sworn that I packed a pair of pajama pants…

  “What’s wrong?” asked Laura.

  “I… can’t find my pajamas.” Mike stood up to look at her, almost dropping the towel and exposing his erection in the process.

  “Just wear your boxers and a t-shirt,” said Laura. “It’s no big deal.”

  Mike stared at her. Laura’s breasts pushed out against the fabric of the nightgown as though they were begging to be touched. Her hair hung around her shoulders like a strange, seductive angel.

  “…I guess.” He swallowed hard and walked back to the bathroom with his boxers and shirt.

  When he came back out, his mom was under the covers and the main light was turned off. The reading lamp next to the bed was still on, but it didn’t give off enough light to illuminate Laura’s face completely.

  She looks like any woman in the dark.

  “Climb on in, sweetie,” she said. “We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”

  “Uh, okay,” said Mike.

  He walked over to the side of the bed, crouching forward at an odd angle in an effort to hide how aroused he was. It was embarrassing, but he managed to rationalize his way around the predicament. After all, he was used to morning wood, and he was used to being horny lying in bed.

  My body is just reacting to the fact that it’s nighttime. It has nothing to do with her, probably.

  Mike pulled back the sheets, catching a glimpse of his mom’s perfect legs and the way the nightgown clung to her amazing body. Then, he climbed in, feeling the warmth of her body heat as he pulled the blankets over him.

  CHAPTER 8

  The bed was tiny, too small for two people to sleep without brushing up against each other. Mike could feel his arm touching his mom’s arm, his bare leg brushing against her thigh, and even smell the remnants of the shampoo she’d used in the bath.

  “Goodnight, honey,” said Laura. She moved to turn off the lamp next to the bed.

  “Hold on!” Mike scratched. “Mom, are you sure about this?”

  Laura rolled over to look at him. Her nightgown hung low on her chest, and she was practically thrusting her cleavage in his face because of it.

  “We’re sharing a bed, Mike,” she said, smiling. “I know it’s not fun, but you’re going to have to soldier on.”

  “This bed isn’t big enough for both of us, mom.”

  Laura reached her hand out and cradled her son’s cheek. Mike blushed.

  “If you aren’t comfortable, you can move in closer to my side,” she said. “Or you can cuddle up against me, if it helps. I don’t mind, Mike.”

  He stared at her.

  She’s so indifferent about this. It’s like she hasn’t even thought about what could happen.

  Mike blinked, trying to force the thought out of his head. Nothing was going to happen. Nothing could happen. It was his mother in the bed with him, and his hormones were making him act ridiculous and silly. They could share a bed without any trouble, even a tiny one.

  “I’m fine, mom,” said Mike. “Let’s go to sleep.”

  Laura clicked off the light.

  “Do you mind if we cuddle, actually?” she asked. “We haven’t done that since you were still in grade school.”

  “Mom…” Mike frowned in the darkness.

  That’s why. She still sees me as her baby boy, and not as a fully grown man.

  Laura moved in closer to him, interpreting his response as a yes. She rested her head against her shoulder, pushing her soft breasts up against Mike’s arm. Mike’s cock was so hard that it ached. He counted backward from 100 in his head and tried not to notice how soft his mom’s body felt as he brought a hand to rest on her waist.

  “Mmm, that’s nice,” whispered Laura. “You’ve gotten so much bigger than you used to be.”

  Mike didn’t say anything. His mom leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, and then rolled over.

  “Sleep tight, honey,” she said.

  Seconds went by, slowly turning into minutes. Mike’s mind swam with images of his mom. He saw her dressed normally, and then in the nightgown, and then as he’d seen her in the towel. His cock only grew harder, hard enough to make it hard to think.

  I should go to the bathroom and take care of this. There’s no other way I’m going to get to sleep.

  Mike started to pull back the sheets, and then hesitated. There was a part of him that was enjoying it, he realized. It was perverted and beyond weird, but a small kernel of his psyche liked feeling so turned on by something so wrong.

  No, that’s not it. That’s stupid.

  He banished the line of thought, but still made no move to get up from the bed. Instead, he turned so that he was facing his mother and pulled the blanket back over him.

  Laura was turned toward the wall, and she’d curled up slightly so that her butt was pushing out toward Mike. As soon as he’d shifted so that he was lying on his side, his hard erection grazed across it. He felt the warmth and impossible softness of her perfect rear end, and a million thoughts buzzed in his head all at once.

  This is bad.

  His mom let out a sigh in her sleep and then straightened out, pushing back against him. Mike’s cock was still covered by his boxer briefs and it pushed flat against her ass, straining against the confines of the fabric.

  Maybe… it’s just like the cuddling we did before.

  Mike put an arm around her waist and gently pulled her tight against him. It felt amazing, and he almost moaned out loud. Her body was perfectly feminine, soft and curvy in all the right places. He could feel her heat against him, and his cock was pinned against her butt, pulsing with pleasure so intense that it made him feel guilty.

  I’ll just… hug her a little more tightly.

  Mike let his hand slide up his mom’s stomach. Her nightgown was smooth and silky, and it felt like physical aphrodisiac against his fingers. He let them trace their way up, coming to within a few inches of her breasts, and then stopped.

  His hips began to move of their own accord. Mike slowly pushed forward and back, grinding his cock against his mom with slow, deliberate movements. It felt so good and yet, so wrong. Mike thought about all the hugs, all the kisses, all the love that Laura had given him over the years. It made him feel confused and aroused beyond all reason.
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br />   What am I doing?

  He tried to stop as he realized what was happening. His body kept moving, dry humping against his mom as though real sex was imminent. Laura’s nightgown had ridden up. Mike slid one of his hands up her thigh, stopping as it approached her erogenous zone.

  Am I really going to do this?

  “Mike.” Laura’s voice cut through the fog of arousal like a hot knife through butter. Mike snapped back immediately, almost falling off the bed in his haste to extricate himself from her.

  “Mom!” He cringed. “I… I thought you were asleep.”

  “No,” she said softly. “I’m awake.”

  She didn’t say anything else. Mike wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

  “I’m sorry…”

  “It’s okay,” she said, after a few impossibly long silent seconds.

  It’s not okay. And it’s never going to be okay. I’ll never live this down.

  Mike stood up from the bed, unable to face the judgment of his mother and the dark, quiet room any longer. He stumbled on his way to the bathroom, turned on the light, and shut the door behind him. His cock was still achingly hard.

  “God damn it,” he muttered under his breath. “What the hell did I just do?”

  I didn’t do anything. She stopped it before it went too far.

  He gripped his cock in his hand and began stroking it. For a moment, it almost felt as though he was trying to pull it off, to remove the source of all of the night’s problems at the base.

  Mike couldn’t stop the images from coming. He saw his mom again, and imagined what would have happened if she hadn’t woken up when she did. He could have slipped his boxers down, freed his cock from its cage. He’d shift his angle, and poke it into her thighs. Maybe she’d think it was his dad, or a dream, and then…

  “Mike?” Laura was right outside the door, her voice full of love and concern. “Are you okay?”

  “Uh…” Mike kept stroking his cock. He was too aroused to stop, “Yeah, I’m okay. I just need a minute!”

  “Do you want me to come in?” Her words were gentle and caring, but all Mike could think about were her lips, and breasts, and what he could do if he said yes.

  “No!” A pair of his mom’s panties sat on the bathroom floor, next to his foot. Mike scooped them up without thinking about it and wrapped the silken undergarment around his hard cock. Laura was quiet on the other side of the door, but he could still sense her presence.

  “I love you, Mike,” she said.

  “I love you too, mom.” Mike pumped his cock faster, cringing inside as arousal and shame mixed into a new hybrid emotion.

  What the hell am I doing?

  “I want to help you enjoy this vacation, sweetie,” said his mom. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you have a good time.”

  Mike couldn’t hold out any longer. His cock exploded, spraying cum into his mom’s panties and making his body shake with pleasure. He wanted her. He needed her. He’d never been so turned on in his entire life, or felt so much love for a woman before. And it was wrong, and sickening, and shameful.

  “Mike? Are you okay?”

  He pulled himself together, throwing the panties across the bathroom as though they were a live grenade. Mike slipped his boxer briefs up and then forced himself to open the door. His mom’s face was briefly lit by the bathroom’s light. He saw love in it, pure, unconditional love.

  “Sorry. I just needed a glass of water.” Mike smiled and took a deep breath. “Let’s get some sleep.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Mike woke up to the sound of humming. He was comfortable in the bed and his mom had already gotten up. He rolled over, and in a sudden wave, remembered what had happened the night before.

  Fuck. It’s going to be so awkward.

  He forced his eyes open and sat up in bed. Laura was already dressed. She wore a pair of tiny pink shorts with a white t-shirt. She smiled at him as she saw him stirring.

  “Good morning, honey,” she said. “Get dressed, quick. If we hurry, we can make it to one of the theme restaurants for breakfast.”

  “Uh, okay.” Mike rubbed his eyes and slipped over the side of the bed. She was acting surprisingly normal. In fact, the entire situation felt normal, undisturbed from how it’d been the day before.

  Maybe I’m making too big of a deal about this?

  “You should wear your swimsuit,” said Laura. “So we can go swimming later.”

  Mike nodded. He rifled through his bag, finding his swimming trunks along with a faded blue t-shirt. He brought them into the bathroom, quickly changed, and then walked back out. Laura was making the bed.

  “Won’t the cleaning staff take care of that?” asked Mike. She shrugged.

  “I prefer to take a hands-on approach to keeping my room clean,” she said.

  She lifted one of the blankets and cast it out across the mattress, leaning forward to smooth it out. Her breasts bulged against the t-shirt, and Mike had to look away as his cock stirred from its slumber.

  “We should get moving if we want to make it to breakfast,” he said. Laura nodded, and the two of them left the room.

  They walked down the hall slowly. Other passengers were leaving cabins and streaming past. Mike had woken up late, but apparently on a cruise ship, that was the norm.

  Laura led him through the doors leading out onto the second level deck, and then along the railing, over to a small courtyard area near the front of the ship. There was a tropical themed restaurant set up with tables outside, and Mike could tell from the smile on her face that she was eager to check it out.

  “Would this work for you, Mike?” she asked.

  “Yeah, of course,” he said. “It looks…”

  He trailed off, recognizing two women sitting at a table together. Danica and her mother Vera were just getting started on their food. Vera looked up and caught Laura’s eye as they headed past, waving a friendly hand for them to come over.

  “Laura! Mike!” Vera smiled at them. “Care to join us?”

  The last thing Mike wanted was to sit down at the table with Danica. He gritted his teeth and saw that Danica’s reaction mirrored his own. She glared at her mom and sank her head down into her hand, as though trying to hide.

  “We would love to,” said Laura, answering before Mike had a chance to have his say.

  He followed his mom up to the open breakfast buffet, grabbing a plate and loading it up with hash browns, ham, and freshly cut pineapple. He waited for her to finish picking out her food before heading over the table, not wanting to have to face Danica alone.

  I feel like a child. This is stupid.

  “How was your night?” asked Vera. Mike and his mom settled down into the two open chairs at the table.

  “It was… nice,” said Laura. She blushed slightly and shot a sidelong glance at Mike. He bit his tongue, feeling a bit of his shame from the night before reforming in his chest. “What about yours?”

  “I made sure my room was right next to Danica’s when I made the reservation,” said Vera. “I was worried about the trouble she might get into on her own.”

  “What trouble could I have gotten into?” asked Danica. “You were in my room for most of the night.”

  “We had a slumber party.” Vera laughed. “We watched The Princess Diaries in our pajamas.”

  “Mother!” Danica glared at her.

  “Oh, don’t be bashful, sweetie,” said Vera. “You should have seen it, Laura. It was like she was back to being my little girl again, complete with her one piece fuzzy hoodie footie and-“

  “Mom!” Danica slapped one of hands down on the table. Mike had never seen someone pout so effectively before.

  “Anyway, my point is, I didn’t have to worry about her, in the end.” Vera flashed a mischievous smile. “Mike’s the one I’d be worried about on a trip like this. A strapping young man could get into a lot of trouble on a women’s only cruise.”

  Mike turned his attention to the pineapple chunks on his plat
e as he felt his face heat up.

  “I don’t think Mike will be getting into any trouble.” Laura was eating her food slowly, and seemed to be enjoying the conversation. “In fact, we actually ended up sharing a room, due to the ticket mix-up.”

  Mike froze, unable to believe that his mother had just said it out loud. He slowly turned and looked at her, his expression one of shock.

  You just gave Danica everything she needs to destroy me.

  “You shared a room with your mother?” Danica looked thrilled to have the info out in the open. “What are you, five?”

  “You were wearing pajamas and watching Disney movies last night!” countered Mike. “Those in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.”

  “Did the two of you share a bed, too?” asked Danica. “Did little Mikey cuddle up with his mommy last night?”

  Mike gritted his teeth as anger and embarrassment flooded over him. He wanted flip the table and storm off, or at the very least, throw a hunk of pineapple into Danica’s face.

  “Now, now,” said Vera. “Laura is probably the luckiest one on the cruise ship.”

  “Uh… what?” Laura looked a little bemused as she absorbed Vera’s words.

  “I’m serious,” said Vera. “There are many women who would jump at a chance to share a bed with a young, handsome hunk like Mike.”

  The voluptuous older woman slid her hand across the table and traced a finger up Mike’s forearm. She was smiling devilishly, and the entire table was silent for a moment.

  “Mom!” shouted Danica.

  “Vera…” Laura was frowning and looked a bit flustered.

  Mike locked eyes with Vera and smiled back at her.

  Now this is why I’m here!

  “Would you like to join me for a swim after breakfast, Vera?” he asked. The older woman licked her lips.

  “We…” Laura interjected, pointing to herself and Mike. “Were planning on going for a swim this morning. How would the both of you like to join us?”

  Danica was sulking in her chair, alternating between glaring at her mom and Mike. Vera nodded politely to Laura, shifting out of her seductive mannerisms.