I arrived on the Lido deck and went to the buffet, looking around to find my mother. Her wave caught my attention, and I headed over to her. All I could see of her was her top, which was covered in a light sweater, underneath which I caught a glimpse of a bikini top. I sighed to myself… this was going to be a LONG day.
“I’m mad at you, Gregory,” she said as I sat down with a plate of eggs and bacon. “I wanted to dance last night and you wouldn’t do it.”
After a moment I managed to shut my mouth. She didn’t remember! Thank God for small favors, she didn’t remember sucking my dick. Not surprising, as wasted as she must have been.
“Uhhh…” I stammered, “Sorry?” So I’m not the most eloquent man in the universe… sue me. “Maybe tonight.”
She waved her fork in my face. “Definitely tonight.”
When we finished eating, we headed out to the pool… and there my nightmare truly began. First, she was wearing only bikini bottoms, and I got to see her incredible ass swinging from side to side as I followed her topside. Then she took off the sweater, revealing to me exactly how HUGE B-cup breasts look on a woman so tiny. After what had happened the night before, seeing her standing almost naked in front of me caused an instant erection.
I managed to sit down hurriedly, and tossed my towel over my lap, lifting one leg to hide it better. And I watched as she smeared suntan lotion all over her body and lay down.
I’d never thought of my mother in a sexual way… that’s actually kind of sick. But after being sucked off by her, it seemed my mind was obsessed with that tiny, delicious body, and what it might do for me.
Dinner that night was delicious, as normal, and we ended up in the Piano Bar again. She went straight for the shots again, though this time they weren’t Slippery Nipples, instead some kind of crème de menthe based concoction. As she licked her lips clean after each shot, I saw an instant flashback of a similar moment the night before. She continued to drink, if anything sucking back more this time than she had the last!
We did dance again, once, this time to an energetic swing number. I took her back to the cabin, made sure she was tucked in, again giggling to herself. Then I beat a hasty retreat and returned to the Piano Bar. I stayed there until after 2 am, then returned to our cabin. Hesitantly sticking my head into the room, I heard soft snores instead of giggles, so I figured I was safe. I crawled into the bed, clutching the blankets like they could protect me from the sexy vixen in the next bed that used to be my mother.
The third day of the cruise we stopped in Cozumel, Mexico, and my mother went ashore to do some shopping. I stayed on board, and for two reasons. First, I had had too little sleep and too much alcohol the night before, and I was trying to recover. Second, I had seen the skimpy outfit she wore ashore, and I had no desire (or too much?) to chase her around Cozumel with a massive erection. So I stayed behind.
Dinner found me half asleep, and when she dragged me to the club that night, she bullied me into dancing with her quite a lot. I was dressed in casual clothes, but she had on a very short dress that exposed quite a bit of her cleavage. I gulped as she gyrated to the thump of the music, watching her incredibly sexy body move in ways that made my mouth go dry.