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  “Here.” Sabrina glanced back down at his cock again and then back up to meet his gaze. “So you can… dry off.”

  She handed Jason the towel, and he immediately began running it across his chest and biceps. Sabrina didn’t turn to leave, and instead, continued to watch him with a curious kind of intensity.

  “Thanks, Mom.” The words tasted illicit on his lips. She was his mother, and the way he was acting felt dirty and inappropriate, to the very core.

  Maybe we’re still both in shock from the mugging. We’ll come to our senses, won’t we?

  Jason finished with his upper body and stepped out of the shower as he began to dry off his legs. Sabrina took a step closer instead of stepping back. Her robe was only loosely tied and it came a bit further open as she moved, revealing enough of her cleavage and a hint of the lack of a bra underneath.

  “You’ve gotten so big, and so strong.” Sabrina’s voice was soft, and she emphasized the word big as she spoke. “You’re a man now, Jason.”

  Jason held the towel in one hand as he stood naked in front of her. He let his gaze meet his mom’s. After a moment of hot, steamy eye contact, it became too intense to even look at her. He coughed and glanced away, quickly wrapping the towel around his waist. Sabrina breathed an audible sigh of relief.

  “Anyway, we’ll be able to get going again tomorrow,” she said. “This little adventure will come to an end.”

  “It hasn’t all been bad,” said Jason. “And it’s not quite over yet.”

  They looked at each other again. Jason took a step toward Sabrina, and she opened her arms to pull him into a hug. As soon as their bodies made contact, Jason felt his arousal return in full force.

  Her body was soft, and the fabric of her gown was thin and insubstantial. He pulled his mom against him, feeling her breasts rubbing against his chest. Sabrina let out a slow, hot breath on his neck. Jason’s hands slipped down to her waist, and then to her butt.

  “This is a thank you hug,” whispered Sabrina. “For saving me.”

  “You don’t have to thank me for that,” said Jason.

  The hug continued, feeling hotter and more dangerous with every second that went by. Jason pushed his crotch forward slightly, feeling his cock sliding out through the fold of his towel. It probed into the soft silk robe and into his mother’s thighs. Sabrina let out a tiny gasp and tightened her hold around him.

  “Jason…” Her voice had an urgent, horny quality to it. Jason couldn’t tell if she wanted him to stop or keep going. He cupped one of her buttocks in his hand and slowly dragged his lips across her neck, smelling her familiar perfume scent as he did.

  She’s always wearing this one. It smells sweet, like dried flowers.

  Sabrina parted one of her legs, giving her son an even better angle to access her. Jason felt a wave of illicit eagerness wash over him as he planted soft kisses on her neck. One of his hands slid inside the front of her robe and cupped the bottom of one of her breasts.

  She really isn’t wearing a bra.

  Jason pulled back his head, and for a moment, he and his mother met each other eye to eye. She looked confused, horny, and ashamed. It hurt a little to see, but somehow, it was also the most erotic thing he could have imagined.

  “Jason.” Sabrina said his name again, but differently than she had before. It reminded him of the way she’d call to him when he was younger, her voice full of love and motherly appreciation. And it turned him on, almost to a sickening degree. It made him want her.

  Jason brought his lips to hers and felt her kissing him back, raw passion exploding as their tongues flicked out to greet each other. He pushed forward, letting his cock near its target. The towel fell away, and Jason slipped his arms into his mother’s robe, pulling it open and revealing her nakedness underneath.

  He pushed her past the bathroom doorway and into the main living area. Molly’s bed was in the center of the room, and the two of them crashed down onto it, locking their bodies together even as they settled onto the mattress.

  “Oh, Jason!” Sabrina ran her hands through his hair. She looked at him with disbelief in her eyes, as though she was strapped into a roller coaster, preparing for both excitement and terror.

  “Mom!” Saying it out loud felt dirt. He was just calling her what she was and always had been to him.

  I don’t care! I can’t stop myself!

  He leaned in and kissed her passionately, pawing at her breasts and body as he did. Sabrina wasn’t wearing any panties, and the head of his cock rubbed along the dripping wet lips of her pussy as the two began to grind together.

  It only took a second for them to get going. Sabrina let out a gasp that sounded shocked and confused as he slid the head of his member into her cunt. She looked up at him, her eyes holding a mixture of motherly love and shameful arousal.

  “We… what are we doing?” The words escaped her lips in a dirty, embarrassed whisper. Jason brought his face in close to answer, sliding his cock halfway into her as he did.

  “Mom,” he whispered. “You’re so sexy.”

  “Jason!” She bit her lip. “You’re cock is inside of me.”

  The way she said the word cock made him want to cum right there and then. Instead, Jason began kissing her neck again, feeling his mother shudder as he rubbed his hot lips against her sensitive skin.

  He began to move. It took every ounce of control he had to keep from going wild, to fuck her as though there was a time limit involved. Sabrina’s pussy was surprisingly tight, and it felt so incredible that it almost seemed criminal for him to enjoy it.

  The mugger thought she was my girlfriend. Maybe for tonight, she can be.

  The idea was ludicrous, even under the circumstances. At that moment, Jason would have reached for any excuse to keep going, any rationalization that would make what he was doing okay.

  “Oh god,” whispered Sabrina. Her big breasts bounced as Jason began to thrust faster. She’d closed her eyes, and both of her hands were gripped tightly around the bed’s headboard.

  What’s going to happen tomorrow? How am I going to live with this?

  The thought only turned Jason on even more. He began pumping his cock into her, his teenage hormones lending him energy beyond anything he’d normally have. Sabrina whimpered and moaned in pleasure, her body melding to his even as her cheeks blushed and her lips pursed in shame.

  “Oh mom!” Jason let out an animalistic growl as he felt his primal instincts take over. His toes dug into the mattress to give him more leverage, and he could feel Sabrina pushing against the bed frame to keep her positioning.

  The sounds of their illicit love making echoed off the walls. There was a harmony to it, forbidden by regular social standards, but unleashed by their emotions. Jason was normally very quiet during sex, but he moaned and growled and felt a pressing need to express how good it felt to be inside her. To let, at the very least, the empty room know that he was fucking the woman he valued most.

  “Jason!” Sabrina wrapped her legs around him, only to have them thrown aside by the wildness of her son’s thrusts. His body slapped into hers rhythmically, and a thin layer of sweat coated each of them.

  They looked at each other. Jason didn’t think the moment could get any more intense, but when he saw his mom’s eyes, he was instantly proven wrong. She was ashamed of what they were doing, but there was something else there, too. Sabrina wanted him to take it further. She wanted him to make her cum.

  Jason remembered a trick taught to him by one of his ex-girlfriends. It took all of the willpower that he had, but he slowed his onslaught. He leaned in close, letting his breath tickle his mother’s neck. She shivered, and for a second, Jason thought she was going to use the lull in the action to call the whole thing off and bring them back to their senses.

  She didn’t, and as Jason’s fingers closed around one her nipples, she let out a tiny gasp. He brought his other hand down to his crotch, and slowly began to draw tiny circles around the edge of her clit.

  “Jason,” whispered Sabrina. “Honey…”

  Jason kissed her neck, letting his teeth drag slightly across her sensitive skin. At the same time, he gently pinched her nipple and pushed her clit as though it were a button. Sabrina let out a gasp and tensed up.

  “You’re mine now,” he whispered.

  Sabrina let out an orgasmic cry, and her whole body shuddered. Immediately, Jason began fucking her again, going from 0 to 100 in an instant. It felt incredible, better than sex had any right to feel. And even his shame couldn’t prevent him from enjoying it.

  She’s my mom, but it’s true. She’s mine now. I’ll never let us back away from this!

  He gripped his mother’s waist and pumped his cock into her, letting the pleasure build in his body. He caught another whiff of her perfume, the same one he remembered from so many childhood memories, and then finally let go.

  Jason’s cock exploded, spraying hot, sticky cum deep into his mother’s pussy. Sabrina was still recovering from her own orgasm, but she reached a hand up and gently stroked her son’s cheek. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Jason collapsed on top of her, out of breath.

  “Oh God…” Sabrina leaned her head forward, burying it against Jason’s shoulder. “What… did we just do?”

  Jason blinked, slowly feeling reason and logic returning to his awareness.

  What did we just do?

  He looked at his mom and felt his cheeks heat up. Part of him wanted to get up and run, to put as much literal distance in between himself and the choice or mistake or whatever it should be called as he could.

  Another part of him was unafraid, and almost arrogant in front of the gravity of what had just happened. It was the part of him that won out. Jason let a slow smile spread across his face. He brought his hand in and cupped his mom’s cheek.

  “I love you,” he said. “I love you, Mom.”

  Sabrina blinked a couple of times in quick succession. She started to say something but bit the words back. She met his eyes and then nodded slightly.

  “I love you too, Jason.”

  THE END

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  FREE EXCERPT FROM GODDESS CRUISE LINES

  CHAPTER 1

  “You’ve never been on a vacation like this before, Mike!”

  Laura Grant’s voice had a matter of fact, almost condescending tone that always managed to get under Mike’s skin. He sat next to her in the car. She had her window down, the wind blowing her chestnut brown hair around and nipping at the fabric of her sundress.

  “And I never want to go on a vacation like this,” said Mike. “I still don’t understand why I couldn’t have stayed home in the first place. I’m 18.”

  His stepmom smiled at him. The expression was affectionate, caring, and laced with the same parental authority that Mike had found so detestable in her voice a moment before.

  Mike had always gotten along with Laura well enough. She was the only mother he’d ever known, stepping in almost immediately after his biological mother’s death in childbirth. Laura was a caring mother, a bit overprotective and prone to doting on her stepson from time to time, but always with her heart in the right place.

  “It’s because you’re 18 that I can’t leave you home alone,” she laughed. “I know what kind of trouble you’d get into, young man.”

  Laura reached over and set a hand on Mike’s thigh, her fingers coming into contact with the bare skin below the edge of his shorts. He flinched. His body didn’t seem to care that it was his mother doing the touching, judging from his reaction, and a flash of embarrassment waved over him.

  I need some quality alone time. Damn it, I really wish I could’ve stayed home!

  “I would have been on my best behavior, mom,” he said. “It’s still not too late. I could take the car home and pick you up when the cruise ship comes back to harbor.”

  Laura laughed and slipped her hand up a bit higher on his thigh. She slowed the car to a stop at a red light and then turned to face her son.

  “I know the things young men do when given enough wiggle room.” She flashed a coy smile at him. “I was young once, too.”

  To the eyes of almost anyone, Laura was still young. She was 36 and looked as though she was in her mid-twenties. Her petite body was in the kind of perfectly toned shape that only years of regular aerobics and yoga classes can bring about in most women.

  She had medium length auburn hair that she usually wore down. Laura, strangely enough, acted oblivious to the effect her body had on men. Her large, well-formed breasts were inspirational in the way they attracted horny, leering eyes, and her butt was just the right size and shape to do the same.

  “Whatever, mom,” said Mike. He tried not to glance down the low-cut front of her sun dress as she leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek.

  Why can’t she dress more conservatively? I’m just glad it won’t be a problem for the next few days.

  The stoplight turned green, and Laura pulled the car forward.

  “I hope you’ll at least try to have a good time,” she said. “Just because it’s a women’s retreat doesn’t mean there won’t be things for you to do.”

  Mike sighed. He fully anticipated being bored out of his mind, stuck on a cruise ship with a bunch of old, out of shape women, his mother excluded. He still couldn’t understand what had possessed her to purchase the trip in the beginning.

  “Mom, I’m a man,” he said. “There’s a halfway decent chance that they won’t even let me on the ship. Isn’t this cruise for women only?”

  “I bought you a children’s ticket,” she said. “Sorry. I thought I told you that already.”

  Mike gritted his teeth.

  As though being dragged along wasn’t enough… This is stupid.

  “Mom, I’m 18,” said Mike. “I am very clearly not a child.”

  “It was the only option I had!” Laura looked at him pleadingly. “Please, don’t make such a big deal out of this.”

  She reached her hand back over and ran it through his hair. The gesture only fueled Mike’s anger, making him feel like a little kid again.

  She doesn’t take me seriously. I’m not her little baby boy anymore.

  “Here it is!” Laura pulled her hand back and set it on the wheel as she turned the car into a large parking lot next to a harbor.

  Mike could already see the cruise ship in the water. It was huge, and the upper levels of it jutted up over most of the buildings on the edge of the dock. He was still fuming at the idea of being aboard on a children’s ticket, but it was hard not to see possibility within the behemoth ship.

  “Come on, sweetie,” said Laura. She climbed out of the car and began pulling their bags out of the backseat. Mike took his and pulled the strap over his shoulder.

  Laura locked the car. She and Mike began walking over to where a group of fellow cruise ship passengers were waiting to board. It was all women, and as Mike scanned the crowd, he was surprised by how young and attractive most of them were.

  Maybe this won’t be as bad as I expected it would be?

  “Oh my god!” A familiar voice came from the side of the crowd. “Please tell me you’re just dropping off her luggage for her?”

  Danica Williams was popular, attractive, social, and possibly the most lusted after girl at Mike’s high school. An unfortunate incident involving an open water bottle and a hallway collision when they were both freshman had given Danica a reason to hate Mike’s guts. She really, really hated him, and it was part of the reason Mike had been unsuccessful with girls and social cliques for the past four years.

  “Uh… Danica?” Mike’s heart sank. “What are you doing here?”

  “What does it look like I’m doing here?” She glared at him and then rolled her eyes.

  Danica was gorgeous, the type of girl that was too attractive to even spread rumors about. She was tall, almost the same height as Mike. Her boobs were big, and she knew what to wear to emphasize their appeal. Her long blonde hair was usually pulled back into a ponytail, out of the way of her striking green eyes.

  “Hello, Danica,” said Laura. “He’s here with me. I couldn’t just leave him in the house on his own for a week.”

  “This cruise is for women only!” Danica’s voice was loud and accusatory. “You do understand that, right?”

  Several other women in the crowd had turned to look at Mike. He felt his face heating up as Danica continued to press the point.

  “Relax, Danica,” said Laura. “He’s my son. I bought him a children’s ticket. It’s allowed under the cruise’s policy.”

  “A children’s ticket?” Danica started laughing.

  “Look, can you just leave it be?” asked Mike. “The cruise ship is huge. I’ll keep to myself, and you-“

  “Aww, little baby Mikey wants me to leave it be?” Danica spoke in childish, mocking voice. “You poor little thing. Good thing your mommy is here to take care of you.”

  I’ve never wanted to punch someone so badly in my life before.

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