Sex stories, incest, Mother and son enjoy cruising on the Carnival Elation, My God, I have to share what happened last week or I’ll bust.
I’m Gregory, all six foot two and 215 pounds of me. I won’t say I’m ripped, because I’m not, but I’m not fat, either. Brown hair, blue eyes, and 20 years old… while girls don’t kill each other to be with me, I do all right.
Two years ago, my father died. My mother was devastated, and spent a long time mourning. Then she seemed to snap back a bit, but definitely wasn’t interested in men. Comparing her to the vibrant, energetic woman of my youth, I’d have to say she was still moping and depressed.
I tried everything I could think of to cheer her up, but nothing really seemed to work. Oh sure, she’d enjoy the concert or circus or whatever, but a few days later she’d be depressed again. I cast around for ideas, and eventually decided to take her on a cruise.
I booked us on a five day cruise to Mexico on the Carnival Elation, sailing out of New Orleans. When I told her about it, she seemed to fight the idea.
“Cruise? Can we afford a cruise?”
It was actually a good question. “We can if we don’t expect a grand suite, or anything. I got us a two-person interior cabin on the Verandah Deck. Cabin V4.” I squirmed a little. “I know it’s a little expensive, but you need to get away.”
She fought against it, but in the end she agreed. I mean, since I’d already paid for it, she didn’t really have a choice. And after a while she started to get excited about cruising to Mexico. I could take it or leave it, really, just as long as it cheered her up.
We arrived at the port around 10 am, giving them time to debark the current boatload of passengers, and then boarded. We weren’t booked in a suite, so we didn’t get preferential treatment, and boarding took time. We actually got on board around 11:30, and headed straight to the Lido deck buffets. Hauling our luggage with us, we found a table and ate lunch while we waited for our cabin to be open.
And by the way, I highly recommend their Drink of the Day… it’s a great way to start the vacation, even before the ship actually left the docks at 4 pm.
We finally were able to get to our cabin around 2:30, deposit our carry-on luggage, and start unpacking our checked bags. We dressed for dinner, me in slacks, shirt, and tie, and mom in a nice and understated black dress.
Let me describe what my mother looks like. She’s a small, oriental woman, 5′ 4″ and 102 pounds, with a metabolism that never seems to add weight. And she’s got that classic, smooth complexion that makes her look even younger than she is. And since she gave birth to me young, at 18, she isn’t even 40 years old, yet.
Seeing us together, nobody would guess we are related… I take after my dad. I’m white, big, and muscular, with no trace of oriental features or coloration, so that’s not really surprising.
We had dinner in the dining room the first night, and it was awesome. The food was better than good, and they treated us really well. If you’ve ever wanted to know how it feels to be really rich, go on a cruise, because they’ll treat you like that. They cater to your every whim, and it is incredible.
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.
“Mom?” I sounded shaken, even to my own ears. She totally ignored me.
She began bouncing her head up and down on my dick, sucking strongly as she did so, and all rational thought fled. God, this felt good!
She kept that up for a few moments, bobbing shallowly up and down while her hand jacked up and down. Then she removed her hand and slowly pushed downward, taking my entire length into her mouth, until her nose was crushed into my pubic hair. Now, I’m not built like a horse, or anything, but my dick is 8 or 9 inches long (I’ve never measured it), which means that about half of it had to be jammed down her throat!
She held that position for a short moment, and then did something amazing. She swallowed.
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