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  “This is going to be fun, sweetie,” she whispered.

  Mike didn’t say anything. She looked amazingly sexy and seductive in her sun dress. He pulled away from her side embrace, feeling suddenly uncomfortable.

  A number of women were still watching Mike, some of them around his age or just a bit older. It felt different from how it had before. It wasn’t because Danica had drawn attention to him, or out of curiosity. The eyes of the women were sizing him up, appraising him. Mike was tall and broad shouldered, and it made him look older than most 18 year olds.

  I’m not just a kid that got dragged along by his mom, and I’ll prove it if I get the chance.

  CHAPTER 3

  Captain Michelle ended the assembly shortly after. Several female employees walked down from the stairs to take her place. They passed out keycards and explained how to tell from your ticket’s number exactly where you’d be rooming. Laura and Mike were upstairs on the second deck.

  Mike lifted up his bag and prepared to walk up the stairs with his mom. He heard Danica’s voice coming from his right and frowned. She was headed over, along with her mother, who Luke had seen only a couple of times before at school functions.

  “Vera,” said Laura. “I thought you might be on this cruise. How are you?”

  Mike’s mother shared a hug with Danica’s mother, leaving the two feuding teenagers to stand around awkwardly in their parent’s wake.

  “Yes, well, I promised Danica we’d go on one a while back,” said Vera. “I could also use the chance to unwind.”

  Vera was an attractive woman in her late thirties. She looked a lot like her daughter, but with a sensual air about her, and slightly larger breasts. Around Mike’s school, she was commonly one of the moms referred to as a cougar, though he paid little attention to that kind of talk. His mom received just as much attention, if not more, and it forced him to tune out when the topic of hot older women came up among his friends.

  “And Michael is here, as well?” Vera smiled and stepped in closer to him. She wore a pair of white slacks and form fitting, low cut blouse. Mike tried not to notice.

  “Yeah,” said Mike. “I kind of got dragged along. I know it’s a woman’s only cruise and all.”

  Vera smiled and set one of her hands on his shoulder.

  “Oh, I’m sure you’ll find plenty of ways to entertain yourself,” she said, in a quiet voice. “If you get bored, perhaps we can go for a walk around the upper deck.”

  “Mother!” Danica frowned and grabbed her mom’s other hand. “We need to go find our cabin.”

  Vera locked eyes with Mike. She wore a nuanced amount of makeup, and her natural beauty was enough to make it work. Her lips were soft and luscious, and it almost seemed like she was flaunting them for him.

  “Yes, we should be going, too,” said Laura. “Come on Mike. We’ll run into each other after we’re settled, I’m sure.”

  He nodded and turned away from the other two women.

  I really, really want to go on that walk.

  To get to their cabin, Mike and Laura first had to head back out onto the outside deck. The cruise ship was slowly pulling out of port, and the afternoon sun was slipping lower on the western horizon. The air smelled of sea salt and possibilities.

  Laura led him up the outer set of stairs that would bring them to where they need to be. She was talking, but Mike could barely focus enough to listen, still excited from the encounter with Vera.

  She is a total MILF. It would be so perfect if I could do something with her.

  A strong gust of wind blew across the ship from further out at sea. Laura yelped as her sundress flew up a couple of inches. From right behind his mom, Mike had a totally unobstructed view of her toned butt and tiny blue and white frilled panties. He blinked, realizing what he was doing as his mom forced her dress back down.

  “Whoops!” she said, laughing. “The wind is so strong here.”

  “Uh… yeah,” said Mike.

  Did I seriously just look up my mother’s dress?

  He tried to ignore how turned on he felt as they stepped onto the second floor. Numerous other passengers were streaming in through a central door, and the two of them followed along. It led to a hallway, and Mike and Laura scanned the door plaques as they made their way forward.

  “Here we are,” said Laura. “Cabin 212.”

  She pulled out digital keycard that one of the employees had given her and ran it through the card reader slot. The door opened, and she and Mike walked inside.

  “It’s… smaller than I was expecting,” said Mike.

  He realized what an understatement that was as he glanced around the room. There was a bed against the middle of the wall to the right, smaller than his own queen size bed back home.

  The room was oriented in a way that made it the center focus, nightstands on either side of the bed and a TV mounted on the wall across from it. There was a door that led to a bathroom on the far side of the room, a telephone, and not much else.

  “Where’s my bed?” asked Mike.

  Laura walked over to the bed and sat down on it, crossing her legs. She didn’t say anything, and a strange, hot sensation ran through Mike’s body as he met her eyes.

  “Well, you’re here on a child’s ticket, Mike,” she said. “We only get one cabin, with one bed.”

  Mike set his hand on his forehead. His mom leaned forward to slip off her sandals, accidentally flashing him a view of her cleavage that made him feel shameful and wrong.

  “Mom, this bed isn’t big enough for the both of us!” Mike shook his head, feeling like he’d stepped into a bizarre movie plot. “I’ll have to sleep on the floor, or something.”

  “Would you get over yourself, sweetie?” Laura rolled her eyes at him. “It’s not that big of a deal. We’ll stick to either side of the bed, and it will be fine.”

  She shifted so that she was lying on the bed and then patted the spot next to her. Mike blinked, and then slowly took off his shoes to join her.

  She’s probably right. It won’t be that big of a deal, as long as we’re careful.

  Mike’s shoulders brushed against his mom’s soft arm as he lay on his back in bed. She rolled over so she was facing him and set a hand on his chest. He felt uncomfortably hot.

  “See? It’s not so bad…”

  Mike turned so he was facing his mom. Her dress was almost falling off of her, the edge of her bra showing through the top. She reached over to hug him, and Mike let her. Unbelievably, his cock began to harden in his shorts.

  What the fuck? She’s my mother,

  “We’ll share the bed,” said Laura, her voice a whisper, “…and in the morning, we’ll be well rested to enjoy what the ship has to offer.”

  Mike stared at his mom’s luscious lips and the smooth, soft curve of her neck and shoulders. His eyes settled on the line of her bust. The sun dress had slid down as she’d shifted on the bed, and he could see the bulging flesh of her big, soft breasts begging for release.

  “I don’t know about this,” said Mike. “If we explain to the staff what happened, I’m sure they’d let us book another cabin.”

  Laura wasn’t listening. She reached one of her hands over to Mike’s head and ran a hand through his hair. She was smiling at him. Her eyes gleamed with emotions that reminded Mike of his childhood, the way she’d stare down at him when tucking him into bed, or helping him with his homework.

  “I’m really glad you came with me, Michael,” she said. “We don’t spend enough time together, anymore.”

  Mike didn’t say anything.

  It won’t be that bad. And it means so much to her.

  His cock strained against the tight confines of his boxer briefs. Mike tried to pretend that he didn’t know exactly what it meant, and where his arousal came from.

  “I’m glad I came too, mom,” he said. “I want to come with you more often. On trips like this, I mean.”

  Laura kissed him softly on the cheek, her hot breath tickling the hairs on
his neck, and feeling far more exciting than it should have.

  “I’m going to take a bath,” she said. Mike watched as she rolled to the side of the bed and slipped off it, readjusting her dress over her boobs and butt with cute, modest movements.

  Goddess Cruise Lines by Anya Merchant