Goddess Cruise Lines: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  He thrust again, and again, building to a furious rhythm almost immediately. The bed shook as he banged his mom on top of it, and the mattress squeaked in delight. His body slapped against his mom in a lewd chorus, his cock practically snapping back and forth into her cunt.

  I can’t stop myself this time!

  Laura was biting her lip and staring up at him. She looked determined, aroused, enthralled, and ever so slightly ashamed. Seeing the shame on her face multiplied Mike’s own, and yet somehow, it only made him fuck her harder.

  It was like pouring gasoline on a raging fire. Thoughts of the future and the past flew through his head. Mike remembered the way she used to tuck him in as a child. He thought about how they’d have to live with what was happening for the rest of their lives. He thought about her helping him with school work as a young teenager, and the illicit glances of her cleavage he’d steal that even back then he knew were wrong.

  “Oh, honey!” Laura wrapped her legs around her son and tensed up. Mike grabbed her by the waist and repositioned her underneath him. Her legs came loose was he began thrusting more aggressively, and his mom let out a squeak as she reached her climax.

  It’s only been a minute and she’s already had an orgasm.

  “Mom!” Mike was lost in the act. A thin layer of sweat formed on both their bodies. He could smell his mother’s perfume, the same scent she’d always worn since he was a kid.

  It was a dream, or a fantasy come true. Mike pumped his cock into her with the type of single-minded focus that only can arise out of the most primal of impulses. He kissed his mom again, and then surprisingly, felt her jerk away from him.

  She looked at him, and there was even more shame in her eyes than there had been before. She looked at him like a mother looks at her misbehaving child. She looked at him as though he was getting into trouble, and she was letting it happen out of a misguided, unshakeable love for him.

  “Sweetie,” whispered his mother. “You’re doing it.”

  I am doing it. And now that the effects of the drug have worn off, she can see what it really is.

  Laura didn’t stop him, and that was good. Mike wasn’t sure that he could have stopped himself if he’d wanted to. He continued thrusting at a frenetic pace, grunting and growling at the primal pleasure of it. His mother was blushing now, and it spread to Mike like a virus.

  He heard Danica’s voice in the back of his head, mixed in with the voices of other passengers of the cruise, and his friends back home. They were mocking him, laughing at what he was doing, pointing to him and his gorgeous, naked mother as the two of them violated one of the most deep-seated taboos.

  “It’s okay.” Laura reached up a hand and cupped her son’s cheek. “It’s okay.”

  She bit her lip, a bit of the fire of desire returning to her eyes. Mike felt her moving her hips up to meet his cock as he continued to pump. He was starting to get tired, and the tiny effort on her part gave him a burst of lustful energy.

  She’s taking care of me, like a mother.

  “Oh god!” Mike wrapped his arms underneath his mom and buried his face in the nape of her neck. He pumped his cock into her again, and again, and then one final time.

  Hot, sticky seed spurted out of his cock, filling his mother’s pussy with a larger load than any he’d ever shot before. It overflowed out onto the bed sheets as the pleasure hit Mike, enough pleasure to make him moan, to make his muscles twitch, to turn him into a quivering little boy on top of her.

  Laura stroked his hair softly as he came. She brought her lips to his ear and breathed hot words into it.

  “I love you, honey.”

  CHAPTER 17

  Mike was under the covers, and the room was empty when he woke up. He blinked a couple of times and then slowly sat up in bed.

  Laura was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, Mike thought that it had all been a dream, right up until he glanced down at the floor and saw their scattered clothes.

  That… really happened.

  He shook his head and then smiled to himself. Things would never be the same again between them, but he was glad for it. It felt as though something had been released, let out into the open. Now the two of them could be honest with each other in a new way.

  Mike climbed out of bed and pulled his clothes on. He walked over to the door, slipped his shoes on, and then stepped out into the hallway. It wasn’t until he’d started walking toward the outside deck that he realized that he could hear the faint noise of the ship’s engine.

  We’re moving again. We’ll be home soon enough.

  He wasn’t sure what that meant for him, and thinking about it gave him a small headache. Laura was his stepmom. His dad, though typically too busy traveling for work to be around much, was still part of the picture.

  This was probably just a one-time thing. I need to put it behind me as soon as possible.

  Mike was halfway to the door outside when he heard someone call to him from the other side of the hall.

  “Michael Grant.” Captain Michelle’s voice echoed across the cabin doors. “I think we should have one final talk.”

  The tone of her voice reminded Mike of something he’d almost forgotten about. She was still in possession of the video, the one she’d been using to blackmail him.

  Does it even matter now? I did what she wanted, didn’t I?

  “What do you need to talk to me about?” Mike asked. He frowned as he walked over to the older woman.

  “You’ve done a lot for me over the past few days,” she said. “And I haven’t been fair to you in any sense of the word.”

  Mike shrugged.

  “It is what it is,” he said. “If you want to make it up to me, just give me the video.”

  Mike knew that he could tell her about what had happened between him and his mom if he really wanted to. She’d believe him. He knew that she would. But it felt wrong. It was their memory, not hers, and he didn’t want to share it.

  “I’m going to do one better than that,” said Captain Michelle. “The video has already been deleted. Here’s the last physical copy of it, in case you want it for your own purposes.”

  She handed him a tiny thumb drive, and then pulled something else out of her pocket.

  “And these are two ‘golden tickets’.” She placed two cruise ship tickets in his hands. “It’s a silly name, I know, but appropriate. They’ll let you and your mother board as many Goddess Cruise Line vacations as you want, for free, with no strings attached.”

  Mike raised an eyebrow.

  “Why are you giving me these?” he asked. “After what we’ve been through here, what makes you’d think we’d ever want to go on another cruise.”

  Captain Michelle winked at him, and then turned to walk away.

  “Oh, I don’t know.” She waved a hand over her shoulder. “Intuition, I guess. I get the feeling that you and your mom will leave feeling quite satisfied.”

  Mike watched her walk away and then headed out on deck.

  He found his mom against the second-floor railing, staring out at the ship’s wake. Mike walked over slowly and took up a spot beside her, feeling strangely awkward.

  “Uh, hey,” he said, feeling an embarrassing weight settling over her words.

  “Hey honey.” Laura turned and smiled at him. “Captain Michelle offered to let us use her table at the restaurant again. Are you hungry?”

  “Uh, sure…” Mike found himself at a loss for words. He pulled the tickets out of her pocket and handed her one.

  “This… did the captain give you this?” Laura looked at him, still smiling.

  “Yeah,” he said. “In case we want to go on another cruise.”

  The meaning behind his words was clear enough, even though he hadn’t intended to imply anything.

  In case we want to be together again, as mother and son, and as lovers.

  “And I thought I’d have to save up for our next trip.” Laura leaned in close and kissed him on the cheek. “We will come again. If you
want to, of course.”

  Mike nodded and felt a grin spread across his face.

  “Yeah, I do,” he said.

  He turned, and watched as the sun slowly set off in the distance.

  THE END

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  FREE EXCERPT FROM AFTER THE FALL: CLOSE AND CONFINED

  CHAPTER 1

  “A couple more explosions would have been nice, but yeah, it was good.”

  Jack turned the handlebars on his bike to the left and cut a meandering turn across the empty night street. His friends, Jason, and Mitch, were on their own bicycles on either side of them. The three of them were on their way back from the movies after watching the newly released sequel to one of their childhood classics.

  “I really liked the female lead,” said Jason. “Though I wished that they would have let the shower scene go on for a little longer, instead of making it such a fucking tease.”

  Jack laughed and let his hands drop from the bike for a moment as he balanced with just his legs. It was past nine, and the sky above them was surprisingly bright and vivid, with the moon sharing the stage with the stars. Usually, the combination of smog and light pollution in their area made it look empty.

  “I can’t really disagree with that.” Jack smiled. “She definitely did have some nice, uh, proportions. What did you think, Mitch?”

  Out of the three of them, Mitch had always been the quietest. He was looking up at the sky too, and pulled his gaze back down to the group as he thought about Jack’s question.

  “It was good.”

  Jack nodded.

  Short and sweet, that’s Mitch for you.

  “I thought the woman who betrays, what’s her name… Kim?” Jason scratched his head and then shrugged his shoulders. “Dude, she looked just like your stepmom!”

  Jack opened his mouth to respond and then held back.

  He probably didn’t mean anything by it. The two did look a lot alike.

  “Yeah, I noticed that too,” said Mitch.

  There was an awkward silence in the air. Over the course of the past four years of his high school career, all the way up until he’d graduated at the start of the summer, Jack had endured sidelong comments about Rebecca, his stepmom. She was 35, heavily involved in the local community and school fundraisers, and the fantasy of just about every straight, horny male in town.

  “Whatever, I guess,” said Jack. The three of them rounded the corner onto his street. As Jack’s house came into view, he could see that the topic of their conversation was standing outside, pulling down a couple of sheets drying on the clothesline.

  Rebecca was a petite woman, with large breasts that looked even larger than they should have on her small frame. Her waist was trim, and her butt pushed out into in bodacious, eye-catching curves. All she had on at the moment was a thin nightgown that blew tantalizingly in the wind as she pulled laundry down from the line.

  “Jesus, man,” whispered Jason. “You are so lucky.”

  Jack turned his head to glare at him.

  Lucky? Is that really what you think?

  “That’s my mother you’re talking about, ass clown.” He shook his head and began to pedal a little faster, pulling into the front of the group. Rebecca saw the three of them coming and set the laundry basket down so she could wave. A gust of wind rolled through the street, and she pushed the bottom of her dress down and laughed, looking like a caricature of a 1950s pin up model.

  “Hey sweetie,” she called. “How was the movie?”

  “It was fine.” Jack’s voice was curt and emotionless. He turned back to his friends who were circling in the driveway on their bikes, almost like jackals zeroing in on an easy kill.

  “Do your friends want to come in for a minute?” His mom smiled at Jason and Mitch behind him. “I made some cookies if you guys aren’t already overstuffed on popcorn.”

  “That sounds great, Mrs. Burrows,” said Jason. Jack shot his friend a look and shook his head slightly.

  “I know how hungry teenage boys can get, from experience,” said Rebecca. “You appetites are just insatiable!”

  I wish she would stop being so oblivious to the way they look at her…

  “Jason and Mitch actually have to get going,” said Jack. “Isn’t that right, guys?”

  Grudgingly, his two friends nodded and started to pedal their bikes back down the street.

  “Uh, yeah, we have to go,” said Jason. “See you later, Jack. By, Mrs. Burrows.”

  “Bye, boys!” Rebecca waved to the two of them, letting go of her gown and not trying to stop it as the wind blew it up again, causing a quick flash of her blue panties to become visible for a split second. Jack stepped in front of her, as though trying to block his friend’s view with his body. He didn’t relax until they had rounded the corner.

  “What’s wrong, honey?” Rebecca walked over to him and set her hand on his shoulder. It was an innocent gesture, but it only made Jack feel even more annoyed, both by the behavior of his friends and his mom’s unyielding flirtatiousness.

  “Nothing’s wrong, mom,” he said with a sigh.

  At least nothing that I can talk to you about, anyway.

  Rebecca shrugged and walked back over to the clothes. One of her bras had fallen off the line in the wind, and as she bent low to pick it up, her butt came directly into Jack’s view. He forced himself to turn away.

  “If you do end up getting hungry, there are cookies like I mentioned before, along with plenty of leftovers from dinner. Your father had to work late again tonight, so it was just lonely old me at the table.”

  “Again?” Jack scratched his head and walked over to give her a hand.

  That’s the third time this week…

  “Again,” said his mom. “Not that I’m complaining. He’s been in a weird mood lately.”

  Jack remembered the week before when she and his father had gotten into an argument over his late nights out. Jack understood exactly where she was coming from, and harbored his own concerns about his dad’s behavior.

  If I didn’t know any better, I would say that he’s cheating on her. He’s been drinking more lately, too.

  “He’s probably just working late, like he said, mom.” Jack kept his real opinion to himself, both out of love and necessity. Even if he’d had real evidence of it, he wasn’t sure if he’d tell his mom and force her to go through that kind of pain.

  Rebecca had married Jack’s father, Lance, only a couple of short months after his birth. She was the only mother that he’d ever known and had always gone out of her way to put the needs of her family, his needs, first.

  “You’re probably right,” she replied. “And it’s not as though I mind having time to myself. I think I’m getting a preemptive taste of empty
nest syndrome, and it really just means that I have more time to read and knit.”

  She smiled at him and leaned over the other side of the laundry hamper. Her gown was just loose enough for her cleavage to come into view, offering Jack another confusing glimpse that he had to try to turn away from.

  She needs to put on something that covers her up a little more. This is just weird, to see her so exposed.

  Jack coughed into his hand and started helping her pull down pillow cases off the clothes line. The summer breeze was picking up a little more, but the night sky was still brilliantly clear.

  “I think I’m going to take my telescope out after I eat,” he said. “I haven’t seen viewing conditions like this in at least a week or two.”

  His mom smiled at him. She had been the main reason why he’d gotten the telescope in the beginning. Jack had always had a strong interest in the stars, but his dad had been staunchly against putting up the money to get him the equipment he needed to make it a real hobby. It had been Rebecca who’d gone out and made the purchase, much to Lance’s frustration, and given the telescope to Jack as a gift.

  “That sounds like an excellent way to spend the night,” said his mom. “If you see anything good, let me know.”

  She brushed a couple of strands of hair out of her face and lifted the basket into the air, the bottom lip of it catching underneath her breasts and pushing them up.

  Jack went inside with her and headed straight for the kitchen. Rebecca had left a plate of food out for him on the counter, and he took it into the living room, eating it as he went. The family lived in a spacious two-story house, renovated several years ago. There was more space than they had ever really needed, and both of his parents had put time and money into decorating it just so.

  He was a little surprised that his dad still wasn’t home as he finished his food and set his plate into the dishwasher. Lance Burrows was an architect for a large construction company, and usually his work was not of the kind to keep him late.