We slept well that night, with no trace of sea sickness, each of us in our own twin sized bed. When I woke up, she was already up and out. She told me later that she did some sunning and swimming, as well as enjoying a massage at the spa. We had lunch at the Lido buffet, and then she spent some time in the casino. When dinner rolled around, we hit the main dining room again.
It was a wonderful day. I’d spent it catching up on some reading, but we had seen each other a few times that day. We were taking the opportunity to get away from our normal lives… she called me Gregory, and I called her Ayano. We didn’t know anybody on board, and they didn’t know us. For this trip we were simply traveling companions, not mother and son.
Afterwards, she said she wanted to go to the piano bar, so we did. A waiter showed up at our table pretty quickly holding a tray full of small shot glasses filled with a light-chocolate-colored liquid. “Would you like a Shot of the Day?” he asked, his foreign accent just a little hard to understand.
“What is it?” she asked in reply.
“Slippery Nipples!” the waiter proclaimed proudly.
My eyes widened… I’d never heard of that drink! But mom surprised the hell out of me by ordering one! What’s more, she downed that bad boy in one swallow. She’d had a glass of wine with dinner, and she wasn’t exactly a substantial person, so as the night progressed and she drank four more of the little shots, I started to become concerned. When she started to badger me to dance, I decided it was time for her to sleep it off, but she wouldn’t go.
“One dance,” she insisted drunkenly. Finally I gave in.
And, of course, the pianist chose that moment to go into a soft, slinky, romantic slow number. So we slow-danced. Mom is really quite a good dancer, and we glided around the tiny dance floor, alone in the semi-darkness and lost in the music. When the song ended, we headed back to the cabin.
Sleep came hard to me as my mother, blasted out of her skull, lay on her twin-sized bed giggling. But I eventually did get to sleep, lying under the thick covers in nothing but my boxers.
I was awakened some indeterminate time later by the unmistakable sensation of a tongue licking my dick. It started down at the base, just above my balls, and licked all the way to the top. Then I felt eager lips nibbling at the tip, and a tiny hand wrap itself around the base. I jerked upwards in surprise, resting my weight on my elbows as I looked down towards the foot of the bed. We’d left the light on in the cabin’s bathroom, with the door mostly closed, so I was able to see a little. And what I saw shocked the Hell out of me!
My mother was crouched on the foot of the bed, kneeling over me with her head in my lap. The blankets had been tossed to one side, and she rested her weight on her hands as she slowly took my cock into her mouth. The sensation was intense, and rendered me speechless for a moment. As she pulled her mouth off me and began nibbling on the side, I managed to find my voice.