Goddess Cruise Lines: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “Mike.” Laura’s voice had a tone of moderate disapproval in it. “What did you just do?”

  “I was trying to get us away,” he said. He tried to twist to the back of the closet, which was covered in shelves full of towels in bedsheets. All he managed to do was rub himself against his mom, sending a jolt of pleasure through his crotch.

  This is bad.

  “They’ll find us eventually,” said his mom.

  “And what will they do?” he asked. “They already planned on kicking us off. I thought if we could avoid getting caught until the ship left port, than maybe…”

  He trailed off as he realized how ludicrous his plan sounded. He tried the door handle again. It was still locked.

  “Damn it!” Mike tried to push against the door, but his mom was between him and it. “I’m sorry, mom.”

  It was too dark to see anything in the closet, but he somehow could sense that she was smiling at him. A soft hand cupped Mike’s cheek, and he felt his mom’s hot breath against his neck.

  “It’s okay, honey,” she said softly. “I appreciate the thought that went into it.”

  A tense silence hung on the air for a moment. Mike could feel his mom’s soft body against his. It felt good, in a bad way. His cock was slowly stirring to life, and he tried with all of his mental might to will it back down.

  “Try the door handle again,” whispered his mom.

  Mike leaned forward to grab it, pushing his crotch even more tightly against his mom’s ass.

  “It’s still locked,” he said.

  Laura tried the handle herself, twisting it with movements that caused her butt to jiggle and writhe against Mike’s cock. He leaned his head back and stifled a moan as his member grew even harder.

  “This is bad,” whispered Laura.

  Can she feel my cock? She must be able to.

  “Somebody will come eventually,” said Mike. “We just have to wait for that somebody to come.”

  “And we just… wait in here… in the meantime?” His mom’s words were full of nervous potential. She could feel his hard cock against her, Mike was sure of it now. He felt his face flush red with shame, and suddenly felt very grateful for the darkness of the closet.

  “What else can we do?” asked Mike. The closet was silent again, the dangerous kind of silent where anything can happen. It almost felt to Mike as though his mom was pushing herself back against him with regular movements.

  It’s just her breathing. We’re trapped so tightly together that even the movement of my mother’s breathing makes her rub against me.

  “This is very bad.” Laura reached a hand back and grabbed onto Mike’s thigh. His cock throbbed with pleasure, nestling itself against his mom’s buttocks as though it was home.

  “We could try pushing, I guess,” said Mike. His mom took another breath and lifted up her arms, and a shiver went through him as he thought about how badly he wanted to cup her breasts and thrust himself against her.

  “Okay,” she whispered. “We just have to be careful.”

  “Alright.” Mike slipped his arms forward, setting his hands against the door. His mom’s breasts dangled within easy reach. All he’d have to do was fold his arms, and he’d be able to feel them in their soft, jiggling glory.

  “Let’s both push on three,” said Laura. She took a deep breath and Mike felt her buttocks squeeze around his erection as her body tensed up for the push.

  Something very, very bad is going to happen if we don’t get out of here, fast!

  “One. Two. Three!”

  Mike slammed himself forward, as did his mother. The door didn’t even budge. Laura let out a cute gasp as she pushed tightly against it. The movement caused Mike’s cock to grind into her ass as though he was trying to drill a hole through their clothing and fuck her hard.

  “Oh no!” whispered Laura. “Mike, we have to get out of here!”

  “I know mom, I know.” He let his hands run up her waist, feeling his willpower running out. “Let’s try pushing again.”

  “One, two, three!” His mom counted faster this time. They pushed forward again, and Mike thrust against her again.

  Oh my god, this feels amazing. I can barely control myself…

  The floor underneath them began to rumble, as though a small, constant earthquake was underway. Mike felt his mom’s butt vibrating too, teasing his cock as the two of them shook against each other.

  “What’s that?” whispered Laura.

  “It must be the engines,” said Mike. “We’re closer to them down here.”

  He was growing bolder, and more possessed by his arousal. Mike let his hands slide up to the bottom of his mom’s breasts. He felt guilty and ashamed and so turned on that he couldn’t think straight.

  “Oh… mmm…” Laura was breathing heavily. “We… we have to try pushing again.”

  “Yeah,” whispered Mike. “Let’s push harder.”

  His mom counted to three again, and Mike pushed, this time more against her than the door. He ground his erection against her butt and let his fingers grope at the bottom of her breasts.

  “Again!” said Laura. Mike thrust forward, dry humping her several times in quick, horny succession. He let one of his hands slip down an inch or so into her shorts and then felt panic flutter in his chest as he realized what he was doing.

  This is disgusting! She’s my mother, for crying out loud!

  “Oh…” Laura spoke half in a whisper and half in a moan. “Those engines are so powerful.”

  “Yeah.” Mike was still thrusting into her, feeling her soft, sensual body against his. “It’s making it hard for me to focus.”

  “Push again, Mike,” she whispered. “Just keep pushing.”

  His hand was resting on the outside of her panties. They were soaking wet. Mike pulled her against him and pushed again, and again, grinding into his mom as though he was a horny teenager dirty dancing at the club.

  “Oh, yeah,” she whispered. “We can do it, Mike. Push hard!”

  Mike pumped his cock against his mother, tearing down walls of shame and repression as his cock burned with pleasure. He rubbed his fingers across her panties with soft, deliberate movements. Laura leaned against the door, still making an attempt to open it with her movements.

  “Mom!” Mike cried out.

  “Just push, Mike!” shouted Laura. “Focus.”

  She turned her head around and kissed him, half on the cheek and half on the lips. Mike couldn’t hold out any longer, and felt his cock explode. His seed spurted out into his swimsuit, shamefully coating his crotch with hot, sticky cum.

  Laura tensed up for a moment, her body shivering as she enjoyed her own release. Then, almost as though she was coming back to reality after a vivid dream, she stiffened. She pulled her son’s hand out of her shorts and let out an embarrassed cough. Before either of them could say anything, or they could even recover fully, the door swung open.

  CHAPTER 15

  Captain Michelle was standing outside the linen closet, along with the security guard that Mike had ditched earlier. Laura stepped out first, staring at the ground and wearing her guilt openly on her face.

  “I have to hand it to you, Mike,” said the captain. “This was very, very clever.”

  She was smiling. It looked so different from her usual stony expression that Mike almost did a double take. He scratched his head and sighed.

  “Look, I’ll go quietly,” he said. “You caught me.”

  He looked over at his mom. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was frowning.

  “Mom, please…” said Mike. “Finish the cruise without me. I want you to enjoy yourself. I want you to have a good time. You deserve it.”

  Within his words was something unspoken. Mike could see his mom’s eyes, along with the confusion and shame one his face that mirrored his own.

  I don’t know what just happened between us, but I’m not going to let it keep me from loving her.

  “I just want to talk to you, Mike,” said C
aptain Michelle. “Rest assured, now that we’ve left port, you won’t be ejected from the cruise.”

  She looked over at Laura, meeting her gaze as though to convey the sincerity of her words. Laura nodded slowly, and then set a hand on Mike’s shoulder briefly.

  “I love you, honey,” she said.

  “I love you too, mom.”

  Captain Michelle and the security guard led Mike through the hallway and back to the spiral staircase. They climbed up and up. Mike was tired of walking up and down stairs, but he kept pace with them, all the way up to the control room at the top.

  “That’s fine.” Captain Michelle nodded to the guard. “I need to speak with him privately.”

  Mike followed her into her office. He again noticed the air around Captain Michelle. She was beautiful and confident, the ultimate authority on the ship, and a force to be reckoned with. And strangely, she was still smiling.

  She’s won. She can do whatever she wants with me, now.

  “Sit down, Mike,” she said. Mike took a seat. Michelle was looking for something in her desk, leaning forward slightly and giving him a nice view of her shapely breasts.

  “Ah, there we go,” said Captain Michelle. She held something in her hand but folded her arms before Mike could see what it was.

  “Look, I’m sorry.” Mike decided to get straight to the point. “It was my idea to run off. I pulled my mom along with me. You can put me back in the jail cell or whatever, but please. Don’t ruin her vacation for her.”

  “Do you think that she’d be able to enjoy anything on this cruise, knowing that her son was locked away on one of the sublevels?” asked Captain Michelle. Mike frowned.

  “I mean… I guess she might not,” he said.

  “Mike, do you know why Goddess Cruise Lines caters exclusively to women?”

  Mike shrugged his shoulders. Captain Michelle’s smile broadened.

  “Most of the women that come on our cruises are here because they aren’t happy.” She wrinkled her brow. “It’s a little saddening to think about, really. The majority of the women on this ship, right now, are unhappy in their marriages, or are single and lonely, or just missing an important piece of the puzzle that is life.”

  “My mom isn’t…” Mike trailed off as he thought about what the woman was saying.

  Come to think of it, Mom hasn’t been that happy lately.

  “She is,” said Captain Michelle. “But we wouldn’t be having this conversation if there wasn’t something else that made our circumstances… unique.”

  She lifted her hand, revealing what was inside. A tiny remote control sat in her palm. She turned toward the flat screen mounted on the wall to the side and clicked a button.

  “It’s probably best if I turn the sound down a little for this,” she said, grinning.

  Mike immediately recognized the scene, even though the green tinted night vision filter it had been filmed with. He was looking at the inside of a linen closet, filmed from a camera attached to the back wall.

  “We installed cameras and motion alarms in all of the closets and secluded areas on the ship a few months ago,” said Captain Michelle. “A few of our maids had organized a smuggling ring, and it was cheaper for us to beef up surveillance than to hire and train a complete change of staff.”

  Mike watched the screen. The door opened, and his mom stepped inside the linen closet, followed immediately by Mike himself. Captain Michelle chuckled as she watched him close the door.

  “There’s no way you could have known that the doors lock automatically,” she said, amused. “But I still find it hilarious. It’s like something out of a sitcom.”

  Mike felt his jaw drop open as he began to realize the implications of the footage that the captain had.

  She can ruin us. This is the end.

  Captain Michelle tapped her fingers on the desk, drawing Mike’s attention out of his thoughts and back to her.

  “Mike,” she said. “I know exactly how you must be feeling right now.”

  Mike shook his head.

  “This is… blackmail, isn’t it?”

  Captain Michelle flinched back in her chair.

  “What?” She shook her head. “No, this isn’t blackmail. Though from your perspective, I guess it makes sense for you to think that.”

  On the screen, he and his mom had begun pushing against the door. Mike turned to look away.

  “I understand you probably better than you understand yourself,” said Captain Michelle.

  “I sincerely doubt that.”

  “I have a step brother, Mike.”

  Mike blinked in surprise. He stared at Captain Michelle, and the grin on her face suddenly began to make sense.

  “Mike, I’ve spent many years of my life feeling…” Michelle met his eye and stopped smiling. “Feeling very confused. About my emotions… about my attractions. And especially about, well, some of the shameful things that I’ve done.”

  Mike was too shocked to say anything. He blinked. He could hear his mom counting to three as the two of them continued to push against the door in the video.

  “I don’t want you to have to go through what I went through, Mike,” said Captain Michelle.

  “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Mike spoke with more forcefulness than he’d intended. He brought a hand to his forehead and collapsed into it, feeling his shame and guilt more vividly than he’d ever thought possible.

  “You and your mother are going to enjoy this cruise, Mike,” said Captain Michelle. “I’ll be checking in on you and making sure of it.”

  “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” Mike was shouting now. He couldn’t stop himself. Conflicting emotions raged inside of him.

  “I want you to give into the temptation,” said Captain Michelle. “Just like you almost did in the linen closet.”

  Mike could hear heavy breathing coming from the monitor, along with soft moans from his mother. He gritted his teeth.

  “Why?” He asked the question in a whispered, shameful tone.

  “Because I know what you’re going through Mike,” she said. “And I’m here to help.”

  She lifted the remote and paused the video, freezing the frame with Mike pushed against his mother in the middle of an intimate embrace.

  “Mike, I have this video, and I also have your best interests at heart.” Captain Michelle sighed. “This isn’t blackmail, but I want you to be true to yourself.”

  Mike shook his head.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “If you want me to delete the footage,” said Captain Michelle. “Then I want you to finish what you started. I want you to love your mom the way she needs to be loved.”

  Mike couldn’t say anything to that.

  She’s crazy. She is out of her mind.

  “I’ll be meeting with you regularly to assess your progress,” said Captain Michelle. “I’m not going to put any restrictions on your movements around the cruise ship, but you need to consider what I’ve said.”

  “I can’t,” whispered Mike. “It’s… impossible.”

  The captain smiled at him, that same overeager grin from before.

  “It’s already begun,” she said. “All you have to do is go for it.”

  She pressed a button on her desk. A moment later, the door opened and one of the security guards stepped into the room.

  “Show Mike back to the main deck,” said Captain Michelle. “And then let him do whatever he wants.”

  The guard nodded and then gestured to Mike. He tried to contain his shock and confusion as he stood up and followed her out of the room.

  This is insane.

  Despite himself, he felt a kernel of excitement tingle to life in his chest. The cruise had only just begun.

  BOOK 2

  CHAPTER 1

  Mike stared out into the distance of the ocean. He was on the first-floor deck of the cruise ship, leaning forward against the outer railing, entrusting his full weight to it. A smal
l flock of seagulls circled over something unseen in the distance, their cries lost in the air as the sun slowly set behind them.

  I can’t do it. I just can’t.

  His entire body bristled with confusing emotions. The situation he’d entered into with Captain Michelle reminded him of the deals he’d heard people make with the devil, except in his case, he wasn’t getting anything out of it.

  But I would be getting something out of it, something that I can’t admit that I want.

  He sighed and shook his head as though trying to shake off bad thoughts. Women were walking by on the polished wooden deck behind them. Most of them were still treating him as a curiosity, the only man on a women’s vacation cruise.

  The reason he’d ended up on the ship and the reason he was so conflicted were one in the same. Laura, his stepmother, had insisted on bringing him along so the two of them could have some quality time together. And now, there was the Captain’s proposition.

  She wants me to have a different kind of quality time with her.

  Mike was tempted to let out a roar, just to see how and if it would echo. He chewed his lip and tapped his fingers on the railing, channeling his anxious energy.

  He was trapped. The cruise hadn’t been his idea in the first place, and now circumstance had led him into a corner that there was only one way out of. Captain Michelle had incriminating footage that could sink him in an instant. His only option was to go along with her ridiculous request.

  Or… I could find a way to destroy the footage.

  He tapped his fingers faster on the railing. Mike knew that he had to do something, if only to calm his wild nerves.

  “Hey, honey.”

  The voice surprised him. Mike flinched forward, bumping into the railing and then grabbing onto it as though there was actually a chance he could fall overboard. He looked over his shoulder and saw Laura, his stepmother, standing behind him.

  “Oh… hey.” He forced a smile onto his face and scratched his head. The look his mom offered back to him told him everything he needed to know.

  She’s not buying it. She knows that something's up.