“Good night Roy”, I said.
“Good night… ahh… Anna…”, he returned.
I tried to fall asleep. It had been a wonderful day, full of great things, and I loved it. Tomorrow the ship would dock in Cozumel, Mexico and I looked forward to finding something special for Roy. I listened to him breathe and, as I did, I noticed his breathing change and I knew he was asleep.
Just as I started to doze off, he rolled over and I could feel his hard member softly pressed against my ass. He had his arm under my neck and his hand gently cupped my left breast. I suddenly felt wetness and thrills from my pussy as I realized how erotic this was to me. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I really wanted him.
I could feel him slowly moving his cock against me, and then it slipped between my ass cheeks. I squeezed them together and felt his response, as he ground his cock into my crack with a small moan.
“Roy?” I whispered. In his sleep, he continued to grind into me. “Roy?” I whispered again. I felt him gently pulling me to him, and I let out an unexpectedly large moan. Instantly, I felt him stop. “Dammit,” I thought to myself. I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to rip off my nightgown and panties and take what was now his. As I thought all this, he softly answered me, “Mom, I am sorry, I was asleep.”
“My name to you is Anna, Roy. Do not call me anything but Anna in our bed. I am your wife in our bed, only your wife.” I said it quietly, hopefully, and nervously. I held very still hoping he would continue. He would have to make his choice; I had already made my choice. Now Roy had to decide if he wanted me to be his lover, as well as his mother.
Chapter seven: Choices made
Roy:
After the way dad treated my mom, I made him give me his credit card and promise to pay all the expenses for the cruise.
I discovered that he had gotten his secretary pregnant, and that was why she was there that day. I had a lot of leverage then. I took my dad’s credit card and bought an antique broach that my mom had admired for a long time. It was a special piece we had found, and I thought it would be perfect for the fake wedding. The same jewelry store sold me a very nice gold chain with a two-carat ruby pendant.
A few years back, my maternal grandma had given me an old necklace. Mom knew how much it meant to me, so I only let her borrow it. She needed something borrowed, after all. I also had a set of nice blue handkerchiefs. Something blue. A generous tip made to a member of the ship’s crew, and they were happy to handle the special deliveries to my mom.
I hoped so much that I had done the right thing. Finally I had Bill, the man I met when we first got on board, walk my mom down the aisle since I thought that mom might be a bit nervous, even though it was a ‘fake wedding’. I thought that she would think of nothing but dad, so I wanted to have someone hold her hand.
From the first second that I saw mom, I knew she had been having a great day. Her eyes, when they met mine, glistened with joy. I watched her walk slowly down the aisle, Bill letting her set the pace. “Damn she is beautiful”, was my first thought. “I wish this wasn’t fake”, was my second thought.
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