“Well, are you going to tell me?” Laura was wearing a thin, yellow sundress. It clung tightly to her busty chest and hinted at there being nothing else underneath. The wind blew across the deck, stirring the bottom of the dress, which only made it down to her mid-thigh even when still.
“Tell you what?” asked Mike.
“What did the captain say to you?” asked his mom. “And more importantly, what did you say to her to get her to let you stay on?”
Mike shrugged. There was one upside to what had happened between him and the captain, though it made him feel uncomfortable to acknowledge.
At least Mom isn’t focused on what happened in the linen closet anymore.
Mike had chosen it as a hiding spot, and it had led to an accidental illicit encounter between him and his mom. Even just thinking about it made him feel a strange mixture of excitement and guilt.
“Well?” Laura folded her arms impatiently, the action pushing her breasts together and exaggerating her cleavage.
“She told me that she understood my situation,” said Mike. “And that she’d reconsidered after seeing how badly you wanted me with you on the trip.”
It wasn’t a lie, at least not exactly. Captain Michelle understood Mike’s situation well enough, or at least she claimed to. The way she’d spoken of her step brother had given Mike a strange feeling of solidarity.
Solidarity for what? This is ridiculous.
“Okay.” Laura was still watching him, considering his expression and body language. “Anyway, I’m headed back to the cabin to get ready.”
“To get ready?”
“For dinner.” His mother grinned at him. “We’re celebrating tonight.”
She turned and started walking toward the inner decks before Mike could respond. He watched her go, each step swaying her hips from side to side, her skirt threatening to ride up high enough to give him a glimpse of paradise.
Mike sighed and turned back to the ocean. The water looked almost black in the fading evening light. The cruise ship cut through it at a regular, easy clip. There was nothing on the horizon in any direction except for the expansive, indifferent sea.
He took his time walking back to the cabin, taking the long way around that led him through the main lobby and up the spiral staircase. His steps were slow and even as he made his way down the hall, and his thoughts continued to wage war on the battleground of his mind.
I can’t go along with this. I’ll find a way to get the footage and delete it.
Mike almost stopped to knock before entering the cabin. Part of him knew that he should. He and his mom were sharing it, and that in itself led to a mixing of boundaries and privacy. But she was still his mother, and it was as much her room as it was his.
Another part of him wanted to throw the door open, rush into the room, and discover his mom naked, if he could. He blinked and forced the thought out of his mind. His cock was already stirring in his shorts, and Mike clenched his teeth in frustration.
I am not attracted to her. And I’m not going to listen to what Captain Michelle said.
He still didn’t knock before opening the door, but he compromised, opening it slowly and announcing himself as he walked through.
“Mom?” He waited for a second, and then peered through the opening.
Laura was clothed, but only just so. She’d slipped into a gorgeous black evening dress, the front of it cut low to expose her chest, and the waist tightened to cling to the curves of her hips. She smiled when she saw Mike and turned around, revealing a zipper waiting to be taken care of.
“Can you zip me up?” Her voice was somehow motherly and flirtatious at the same time.
It took every ounce of willpower that Mike had inside of him to walk over slowly, fighting the urge to openly ogle the exposed slit of pale skin along his mom’s back. He could see where the zipped began at the bottom, a hint of her buttocks just barely in view.
“Sure,” he said, his voice cracking a little. He could smell her perfume as he reached his fingers down and took hold of the zipper. Laura glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled.
“It’s a tricky one,” she said. “Just work it up nice and slow.”
Mike stepped in a little closer as the teeth of the zipper began to interlace with one another. His crotch brushed against his mom’s butt, and she shivered.
“I don’t have anything this nice to wear,” he said. His cock was rock hard, and he half hoped that his mom would decide to change into something else, right there in front of him.
“I packed you a dress shirt and dress pants,” said his mom, smiling. “I wanted us to have at least one fancy night.”
Mike finished, and Laura took a step forward. She pulled her bag out and bent over to pull the clothes out for him. Her butt strained against the fabric of her dress. It was almost too much for Mike.
I’ll just get really, really drunk, and forget about this entire situation. Assuming Mom lets me drink.
“Here you go.” Laura handed him his clothes. “Do you want help getting changed?”
“No!” Mike answered, quickly. The last thing he needed was her catching sight of how turned on he was.
The last thing I need is to be this turned on. I need to calm down.
“Okay,” said Laura. “I’ll wait for you outside. Be quick.”
Mike nodded. He watched as his mom left the room, and then walked into the bathroom. She’d left the sundress she’d changed out of on the floor, along with a pair of small, pink, silk panties.
He looked away from them, and then cursing under his breath, slowly bent over and touched the fabric with his finger. They were soft and thrilling, and yet somehow evil and illicit at the same time. Mike sighed and quickly started getting changed.
CHAPTER 2
“Have you already picked out a restaurant?”
Mike met his mom in the hallway after getting dressed. He noticed details about her appearance that he hadn’t before, the way she’d done her hair up into an elegant bun, and her expensive earrings.
“Yep,” said Laura. “We even have a table reserved for us.”
Mike frowned. Something felt off about what she’d said.
Why would she have a table reserved? A couple of hours ago, we both thought I’d be thrown off the cruise.
“Mom…” He shot her a serious look. “Did Captain Michelle have something to do with this?”
Laura smiled.
“Yes, how’d you guess?” She held her arm out for him to loop his through. “It’s actually her private table. She told me the reservation was her way of apologizing for the trouble she put you through.”
Mike took a deep breath and then pushed all of the air out of his lungs. He felt like he was being played. The captain’s words still nagged at him, and he began to wonder if there was more to it than what was on the surface.
She had a thing with her brother. Maybe this is a weird turn on for her, getting other people to cross that line?
“Mike? Are you okay?” His mom was watching him with careful, concerned eyes. “You’ve been acting strange.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” he said.
“Did you…” She hesitated. “Did you want to be kicked off the cruise?”
“What? No!” Mike shook his head. “Of course not. That was why I tried to hide with you in the linen closet.”
He felt his face flushed, and he suddenly wished that he’d had the good sense not to bring up what had happened. It was just another confusing element of his current circumstances, one that managed to be arousing and off-putting at the same time.
“Okay, honey,” said Laura. “I am glad that you’re here. But you don’t have to play along just for my sake.”
“It isn’t just for your sake, mom,” said Mike.
It’s for the captain’s sake, too, apparently. For whatever it is that she’s getting out of this.
Beyond that, there was a part of the situation that Mike grudgingly had to admit that he enjoyed. He liked spending tim
e with his mom, to the extent that Captain Michelle’s blackmail was almost backfiring, increasing his wariness and scrutiny in relation to his own actions.
Mike loved his mother as a son, and had no intention of crossing over to the dark side. He would find a way to get the footage, and destroy it.
They stepped into the spiral staircase. Mike started to head down, but Laura pulled him up, evidently toward a restaurant he hadn’t been to before on one of the higher decks. She wore high heels, and they clacked against the tile with each step. Mike glanced down at her toned legs, elegant and enticing. He had to make himself look away.
“Here we are!” announced Laura. She held her hands folded in front of her as she led Mike into a fancy looking Italian restaurant. A maître d' stood behind a check in counter and smiled to both of them as they walked up. She did a double take upon noticing Mike.
“Welcome to Athena Ristorante ,” said the woman. “Do you… have a reservation?”
Mike could tell what was on the woman’s mind just from the way she looked at the two of them.
She thinks we’re a couple.
“Yes, we do,” said Laura. “Captain Michelle prepared it for us. She said you’d already been informed.”
The woman’s eyes flickered, and she flashed a knowing smile.
“Of course,” she said. “Right this way.”
The restaurant was lit with a mixture of expensive hanging lights and smaller candles. Everything seemed expensive, from the uniforms of the staff, to the music softly being played in the background by a live violinist.
A couple of women sitting at tables glanced up as Mike and his mom passed by. He tried not to meet their eyes.
To them, we’re just a hot older woman and a lucky young guy on a date. They must be imagining what we’ll do after this, how we’ll tear each other’s clothes off in our cabin and-
“Mike?” They’d stopped in front of the table, and his mom was looking at him expectantly.
“Oh, right,” he said, sitting down. The maître d' handed them each a menu and then turned and walked away.
The table was silent for a moment. Mike picked up his menu, feeling a strange pressure settling over him. His mom sat directly across from him. The natural thing for him to do was to stare into her eyes, to lose himself in the presence of her elegant beauty, and the illicit promise that it held.
“What’s wrong?” Laura’s voice was soft, and gentle. “I can tell that you’re out of sorts, Mike.”
He shrugged.
“Today was just a very… confusing day.”
“Are you sure you’re not making it more confusing than it needs to be?” His mom reached her hand across the table and set in on top of his. Mike’s body flushed with heat.
“Maybe I am,” he said. Another silent second passed. He met her eyes this time and felt something primal and heavy inside him flare up.
“Just relax, honey,” said his mom. “You don’t have to question everything. Sometimes things happen the way they do for a reason, and you just have to go with it.”
Should I just go with it? What the hell would that even mean here?
“Anyway, we should get to work on our orders.” Laura flipped a menu open, and after a moment, Mike did the same.
He was reading through the entrees, parsing the Italian as best as he could when he felt something brush against his leg. He glanced under the table to see his mom’s leg against his, extended far enough out from under her address to show off a delightful bit of thigh. Mike’s cock twitched to life.
This is torture.
“Do you want me to order a bottle of wine?” asked his mom.
“What?” Mike almost couldn’t believe that she’d asked the question.
“I told you, we’re celebrating.” Laura smiled. “You can drink tonight. But it’s going to be a one-time thing, young man.”
Mike nodded. His mom’s leg shifted against his and his cock practically groaned in delight.
I just need to take deep, calming breaths.
His mother set her menu down in the light of the candle and then leaned forward over it, struggling to read something. Her beautiful breasts pushed out against her dress, like raw orbs of feminine power and potential pleasure. Mike blinked, but he couldn’t draw his gaze away.
“Alright!” Laura suddenly leaned back, canceling out Mike’s view. “I’m ready to order. Do you know what you want?”
“Uh, sure…” Mike ran his hand through his hair. The waitress appeared at their table almost instantly. He stammered out his order and tried to ignore the erection tenting the fabric of his pants.
Mike experienced the next few minutes through a haze of illicit desire and sexual frustration. He nodded along in conversation, trying to keep his mom from picking up on the strange thoughts running through his head.
Why is this happening? I need to get ahold of myself.
He sought relief in his wine, drinking the first glass in record time. Laura frowned as he reached for the bottle to pour himself a second.
“Whoa, slow down sailor.”
“You said it was a celebration, didn’t you?” Mike forced a smile onto his face. His mom didn’t stop him. Rather, she sighed, and then finished her own glass and poured herself some more.
CHAPTER 3
Dinner came and went. When the food arrived, Mike had another distraction. He dug into his plate of chicken parmesan and ziti as though he hadn’t eaten anything in months. Between that and the alcohol, it was easy for him to forget his circumstances.
And I can almost forget that the sexy woman sitting across from me is my mother… almost.
Laura ate with tiny, delicate bites. Mike finished long before she did and busied himself with the wine in the meantime. When she was finally done, she daintily wiped her mouth with a napkin and smiled at her son.
“Are you ready to head back to the cabin?” Her voice was vaguely tipsy, and excited. “We can get room service to bring us desert, curl up, and watch a movie.”
The choice was Mike’s to make. And it was enough of a choice to make him feel as though he was being ripped in two.
If I go with her, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop whatever happens. But she can still stop it, can’t she?
Mike chewed his lip. He loved his mom, and that was what it came down to, in the end.
“I have to run an errand, first,” he said, after a long pause. “Sorry, mom. I’ll meet up with you later tonight, okay.”
“It’s almost nine.” Laura raised an eyebrow at him. “Just what kind of errand do you need to run at this time of night?”
Mike was already standing up from his chair. He shook his head and shrugged, wishing that he could go along with her. She looked incredible in her black dress, and the idea of unzipping it, helping her out of it, and then…
No, she wouldn’t let it go that far. I’d be stupid to even try.
He hurried out of the restaurant, untucking his silly dress shirt as he moved down the hall toward the spiral staircase. Mike was surprised by how drunk he felt, and had to focus to keep his steps steady.
He hummed to himself softly as he made his way upstairs. The only thing on his mind was finding a way to delete the footage and stop the captain’s blackmailing at the source.
Captain Michelle’s office was on the highest deck. The route into it would have taken him through the control room, which was always teeming with ship personnel who would stop him from getting in.
However, there was a door in the back of the captain’s room that he’d noticed on his last trip up. Mike knew that there were smaller stairways that connected the decks, usually positioned far to the front and back. If he could find a way into one of them, there was a very good chance he could get into the office through the back door.
He stopped at the deck that was two levels below the top and exited out into another hallway. Mike scanned the doors as he went by. There was a café, currently closed. Beyond that was an empty room with a polished wood floor and afte
r that was a large exercise room with free weights and treadmills.
This is the gym. If I was the captain, this is the place I’d have a staircase lead.
Mike pushed through the door and took a look around. A couple of women were exercising, but it was empty other than that. He hurried to the back of the room and down an unassuming hallway. Without stopping to think, he pushed through the door at the end of it.
“What the fuck, Mike?” Danica’s voice was shrill, shocked, and angry. Mike looked over at her and felt his jaw drop.
She stood naked in front of him. Her breasts were mid-sized, with a youthful perkiness that only a teenager’s body has naturally. The curves of her hips looked far better in the nude than they ever had clothed. A small landing strip of hair, neat and trimmed, adorned her crotch. Danica hurried to cover herself with a towel after a second.
“What…?” Mike wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or his own stupidity, but it wasn’t until he processed the sound of running water in the background that everything clicked together.
I’m in the women’s locker room.
“You fucking asshole!” Danica grabbed something off the bench and pegged it at him. Her aim was surprisingly good, and a tube of women’s speed stick collided with Mike’s shoulder. He shook his head and held his hands up defensively.
“Look, I’m sorry!” he shouted. “I didn’t know.”
He turned to move toward the door, but one of the women who’d been outside was standing in the way, glaring at him. Mike looked back at Danica apologetically. She’d grabbed something else to throw, but as she put her body into the motion, her towel fell from the body, revealing her nakedness to him once more.
“I didn’t see anything!” Mike put a hand over his eyes. “I’ll just… leave now.”
Footsteps came from the shower area. Mike made the mistake of looking to see what it was. A very fit looking woman in her mid-twenties walked into the changing area. She was completely naked, with water and soap suds still dripping from her body. She was also tall, powerfully built, and very, very angry looking.
“Are you fucking serious?” Her voice was surprisingly high-pitched. She didn’t try to cover herself as she stomped her way over to Mike. He tried not to stare at her toned breasts and clean shaven lower half.
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