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  It was too much for him. Mike launched his hips upward as his cock began to explode. Vera kept stroking him as his seed blasted out into his swimsuit, as though trying to milk out every last drop.

  “Mike?” Laura’s voice came from nearby. Vera pulled her hand free from his shorts and stood up confidently, as though she was unafraid of getting caught.

  “He’s over here, Laura,” she said. “I was just having him do my back.”

  Laura rounded the privacy screen and frowned as she looked at the two of them. Mike had no idea what his face looked like, but he knew what he felt like.

  I could fall asleep right here. That was incredible.

  Vera slipped away, heading off to the locker room. Laura sat down in the pool chair next to him.

  “What was that all about?” she asked.

  “Oh, nothing,” he said. “I think I’ll jump in one more time before I finish up here.”

  Laura smiled at him.

  “Alright, sweetie.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll wait up for you. We can get lunch together after this.”

  CHAPTER 12

  “I know of a good place where we can get a burger, if you’re in the mood.”

  Mike was finishing toweling off after his last swim. He felt good, better than he had in a long time.

  This cruise is turning out to be better than I ever could have imagined.

  Laura was wiggling back into her shorts, her butt swaying from side to side with every tiny movement. She looked over at Mike as she got them up, absent mindedly adjusting her tiny bikini top over her boobs.

  “Do they have salads?” she asked. Mike shrugged.

  “Probably,” he said. “I think you’ll like it. It’s old school.”

  He walked out of the pool area and back down the spiral staircase with his mom in tow. Mike still felt excited, and couldn’t stop himself from imagining what else might happen between him and Vera on the trip.

  His mom was watching him carefully. She leaned her face in closer to him, as though suspicious of whatever was occupying his thoughts.

  “Is everything okay, Mike?” she asked. “You seem a little distracted.”

  “What? Oh, sorry.” He stepped onto the deck as they reached the first floor, and his mom followed behind him.

  “You can always talk to me, you know,” said Laura. “I know this trip wasn’t your idea. If there’s anything I can do to make it easier for you or anything you need to get off your chest, I’m here.”

  Mike stopped walking and leaned against the railing for a moment. His mother sidled up close to him, folding her arms across her chest in a manner that unintentional highlighted her cleavage.

  How could I ever talk to her about what’s currently on my mind? Especially after what happened last night…

  He tried not to remember how turned on he’d felt in the tiny bed with her, the two of them rubbing up against each other for lack of space. Mike’s thoughts sparked as he realized that they’d be sleeping in the same bed together that night, and the night after, and again up until the end of the trip. He suddenly felt very horny, and a little ashamed.

  “Well?” asked Laura. “Are you going to take me or not?”

  “What?”

  “To the burger place you were talking about.”

  Mike slowly nodded. They were close by, and he walked a little faster than his mom as they moved across the deck, as if trying to escape both her and his thoughts.

  His reason for choosing the burger joint was simple. He wanted to see if Andrea, the girl who’d eaten with him the night before, was there. He stepped through the door and was greeted by the smell of burgers, fries, and the smiling face of just the person he was looking for.

  “Oh, hello!” Andrea beamed at Mike and nodded slightly, almost bowing. “Mike, right?”

  He nodded.

  “Andrea, this is my mom, Laura.” He gestured to his mother as she walked up beside him. “And mom, this is Andrea.”

  Laura was smiling, but her eyes gleamed with protective curiosity.

  “How exactly did the two of you meet?” she asked.

  “Oh, uh, that was…” Andrea blushed and held the menu she had in her hands against her chest. “We had dinner last night!”

  Laura blinked and stared at Andrea blankly, who in return, began blushing a shade of red that almost matched the color of her hair.

  “I stopped by for a burger and invited her to join me,” explained Mike. “It was late, and the place was pretty empty. That’s part of the reason why I got back when I did.”

  Laura nodded. She seemed more amused by the young woman’s flustered state than anything.

  “Aw, that’s sweet,” she said. “Why didn’t you tell me about that last night?”

  Mike shrugged.

  I guess I was a little distracted by what happened with Astrud. I wonder where she is today?

  “Let me show you to your booth!” Andrea nervously shuffled over to an open booth and set the menu down on it. She smiled to the two of them again, and then hurried off to the back.

  “This is nice,” said Laura. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to be pampered like this.”

  “Well, that’s what cruises are for.” Mike took a seat across from his mom and slid the menu over to her. “You deserve it, mom.”

  His mother looked up at him. Mike saw something in her eyes that he didn’t recognize. She looked like a woman in need, like a woman who’d gone too long without truly being taken care of in the way she deserved.

  “Thank you, sweetie,” she said softly. “I sometimes forget what it’s like to have this kind of thing.”

  She gestured to the restaurant and the waiters.

  “Your father… Well, let’s just say that our relationship has changed over the years.”

  The two of them were silent. Mike reached his hand across the table and set it on top of hers. He wanted to say something, but couldn’t think of exactly what.

  She deserves to have a good time on this cruise.

  “Are the two of you ready to order?” Andrea walked over to stand by their table. She looked down at Mike and Laura, and then up and over to the door.

  Mike followed her gaze and was surprised to see two uniformed, serious looking women walking in. Trailing them was Captain Michelle, with a stern look on her face.

  “Come on.” She spoke directly to Mike, her voice dripping with contemptuous authority. “Let’s go.”

  “What?” Laura responded before Mike could. “What’s this about?”

  “The jig is up,” said Captain Michelle. “I don’t care how you managed to sneak onto the ship, but you aren’t supposed to be here. You’re coming with us.”

  Mike shook off his surprise and stood up from his seat at the booth.

  “I didn’t sneak onto the ship,” he said. “My mom brought me along with her. She… got uh, a children’s ticket for me.”

  One of the uniformed women smirked. Mike felt his face flush slightly.

  “Ladies, if you would,” said the captain. The two uniformed women stepped forward, each one grabbing onto one of Mike’s arms.

  “That’s my son!” shouted Laura. “Hey! You can’t just take him!”

  “We’ll detain you if you don’t calm down, ma’am,” said Captain Michelle.

  “What are you going to do with him?” Laura set her hands on the back of Mike’s shoulders protectively.

  “We’re just going to talk for a bit,” said the captain.

  The captain waved a hand, and the two women holding Mike began pulling him out of the restaurant. He went willingly, shooting a look back at his mom for her not to intervene.

  I knew it was too good to be true.

  CHAPTER 13

  The captain led Mike to the spiral staircase and then up. The uniformed women kept close to him the entire time, guarding him in the event that he decided to make a break for it.

  Where could I even go? We’re on a boat.

  He wal
ked behind Captain Michelle, following her up flight after flight of stairs. The ship had more levels than he’d initially realized, and they didn’t stop walking until they’d reached the very top. Captain Michelle opened the door that the stairs connected to and stepped through it, into what appeared to be the main control room.

  A number of women sat in front of monitors or instrument panels. They didn’t look up as Captain Michelle brought Mike through another door at the back of the room. She waved the uniformed women off, and they took up position just outside.

  The new room was very clearly Captain Michelle’s own office. She gestured to a chair sitting across from a desk in the back of the room, and then slowly walked behind it and sat down in her own chair on the other side.

  “Send her in,” said Captain Michelle. The door behind them opened, and someone Mike recognized walked in through it. Astrud looked solemn and avoided his gaze as he looked at her.

  “Is this him?” asked Captain Michelle.

  “Hold on!” Mike made a move to stand up from his chair. “I think you’re getting the wrong idea. I’m only here because-“

  “Quiet.” Captain Michelle favored him with a severe expression, and Mike sat back down. “Don’t speak unless I address you directly. Now, Astrud, if you would answer the question, please.”

  Astrud was silent for a moment. She finally looked at Mike, frowning empathetically.

  “Yeah, that’s him,” she said. “But it’s like I told you, he’s not a bad person.”

  “You reported me to the captain?” asked Mike.

  “I felt guilty!” said Astrud. “I told my boyfriend too, through email. It was tearing me apart!”

  “I said quiet!” Captain Michelle slammed her hand down on the desk. The two uniformed guards came in at the sound of commotion. She nodded to them, and they took Astrud from the room, closing the door behind them.

  “You name is Michael Grant,” she said slowly. “Correct?”

  Mike nodded. The captain’s demeanor made him feel a little nervous, and as she stood up from her chair, he flinched.

  She walked around to the other side of the desk and leaned back against it, only a few feet in front of Mike. She was wearing a blue blouse with a matching blue skirt that looked like something a navy officer might wear.

  It looked surprisingly good on her, emphasizing her large breasts, trim waist, and curvy hips. Captain Michelle carefully folded one of her legs over the other. She wore glasses, another detail that Mike hadn’t noticed at first, and peered over them at him like a disapproving librarian.

  “Do you think this is a joke, Mike?”

  It took him a second to realize that it wasn’t a rhetorical question.

  “No, of course not,” he said. “I didn’t want to come on this cruise in the first place.”

  “Well from the sounds of it, you’ve already done a bit of cumming on this cruise.” The captain’s face was deadly serious as she spoke.

  I don’t know whether I should be intimidated or turned on.

  “I’m sorry,” said Mike. “It won’t happen again.”

  “Of course it won’t,” said Captain Michelle. “We’re going to be making our first stop at a port city in a couple of hours. Arrangements will be made there for you to take a plane back to your home.”

  “…What?”

  Mike stared at her in surprise. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when she’d brought him into her office, but it hadn’t been this. He wasn’t sure whether to be disappointed or relieved.

  It’s like I said before. I didn’t want to be on this cruise in the first place… right?

  “Until then, you will be held in a disciplinary cells on one of the sublevels,” said Captain Michelle. “I’m sorry that it has to be this way, Mike.”

  “Wait, hold on.” He shook his head. “My mom insisted that I come on this vacation with her. It means a ton to her!”

  “Your mother will be refunded the cost of the ticket,” said Captain Michelle. “This cruise is intended to foster a safe environment for women to relax and enjoy their vacation. That’s what Goddess Cruise Lines is all about.”

  “Isn’t there a way that you could make an exception?” Even as Mike asked the question, he knew what the answer was going to be. Captain Michelle didn’t even dignify him with a response.

  “Melanie. Krysta.” The uniformed women appeared in the doorway at Captain Michelle’s summon. “Take Michael down to one of the disciplinary cells. Make sure he’s comfortable, and that his needs are seen to, but don’t allow him to leave.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” said one of the women.

  They led Mike out of the room, through the control area, and back to the stairs. The walk up had been tiring, and though it was easier heading down, the continued further, past the first level and into the depths of the ship.

  The lower levels had a vaguely claustrophobic feel to them. The uniformed women led him around several twists and turns. Mike wondered if it was intentional, to make his confinement confusing to escape even if he somehow broke free.

  They finally stopped in front of a normal looking door. The woman on Mike’s right opened it and ushered him in. The room was small and unassuming. A single bed was pushed against the back wall, the only furniture in the room. The floor was carpeted, and the ambiance wasn’t bad. Compared to a regular jail cell it looked surprisingly comfortable.

  “So uh, do I just knock if I have to go to the bathroom?” He smiled and waved to his guard. The woman scowled back at him and then closed the door. A locking sound came from the doorknob, and that was it.

  CHAPTER 14

  “If she’d just let me stay home in the first place…”

  Mike muttered to himself as he lay on the bed. It had been at least an hour since he’d first been placed in confinement, maybe more. There wasn’t much to do in the room, but he still had his phone on hand, though the cell service in the lower levels as abysmal.

  He rolled across the mattress, moving with playful movements like he used to as a child. It was hard for him to feel any guilt over his actions. Astrud had been a willing participant, even if Mike had teased her into it in the beginning. And Vera, if the encounter with her mattered, was the one who’d been the instigator.

  On top of that, Mike hadn’t wanted to be on the cruise in the first place. He’d wanted to stay home, to have the house mostly to himself for the vacation. Laura had dragged him along, probably more out of wanting to bond with him than fearing what he’d do on his own.

  She bought me a child’s ticket. Why does she still insist on treating me like a kid?

  Mike frowned, remembering Danica’s goading. He wasn’t a kid anymore, but he still felt like an awkward dissonance hung in the air whenever it came to getting other people to recognize it.

  He was still thinking frustrated thoughts when footsteps sounded from one end of the hall. Mike sat up slowly as the door clicked and then swung open. Standing behind it was one of the guards he’d seen before and his mother.

  “The ship has reached port,” said the guard. “I’m bringing you to grab your stuff, and then escorting you off.”

  Laura was still wearing her tiny pink shorts and white t-shirt. She looked visibly upset, and bit one of her lips when she met Mike’s eyes.

  “I’m here to help,” she said. “And… I’m going to leave the cruise along with you.”

  “Mom!” Mike shook his head. “You can’t do that.”

  “Of course I can, sweetie.”

  “This cruise is your vacation, not mine,” he said. “I’ll make it home just fine, and you can still enjoy-“

  “Let’s go,” interjected the guard. “This isn’t the time for the two of you to discuss your travel plans.”

  Mike glared at her, but followed along as she began leading him and his mother down the hallway.

  “Mom,” Mike whispered. “Please… don’t give up on having a good time just because of me.”

  Laura turned and pushed a few strands o
f hair out of her face, smiling.

  “You being here was what made this a good time for me,” she whispered back. “I planned for you to come with me from the start, Mike. I should have told you, but I didn’t think you’d come if I did.”

  This means a lot to her. Maybe… there’s still a way.

  “How long will the ship be in port for?” Mike raised his voice, directing the question at the guard in front of them.

  “No more than another half hour or so,” said the woman. “The cruise has a tight schedule which needs to be kept to.”

  Mike nodded. He could see the stairs up ahead.

  It’s now or never.

  He reached one hand out and took hold of his mother’s. She gave him a surprised look, and Mike raised a finger to his lips. He slowed his pace a bit, letting the guard get a few paces in front of them, and then as they passed a hallway intersection, he pulled his mom away and bolted off in the other direction.

  “Hey!” yelled the guard. “Stop!”

  “Mike!” His mom was squeezing his hand tight, but she kept up with him as he sprinted down the hall.

  “Just trust me!” yelled Mike. “I know what I’m doing.”

  At least I think I do.

  He kept running, taking turns at random through the confusing hallways. The level they were on was essentially a maze for how well Mike knew the layout of it. He hoped that it was the same for the guard coming after him.

  Mike pulled his mom around a turn, and then, hearing the guard’s footsteps heading off in the wrong direction, he came to a stop. There was a door next to them that was open a crack, and without thinking he pulled it open and pushed his mom through. It was dark inside, and Mike had to practically stuff himself in to fit.

  “Ouch!” Laura squealed.

  Mike pulled the door shut and then realized, somewhat foolishly, that they were in a tiny linen closet.

  “Whoops,” he said. The space was in no way big enough for two people, and his mom’s body was squeezed up against his. He reached for the door handle and twisted it, but it didn’t budge.