PREFACE
This story was written at the request of a fellow Redditor who rewards me with pics of his smokin hot mom. I know he’ll enjoy it. I hope you do too! See my profile for previous parts.
Key characters:
Scotty – the son; 25yo; 6 ft; 190 lb; athletic build; blonde hair; hazel eyes; 8-inch cock
Renee – Scotty’s hot curvy, MILF mom; 49yo; 5′ 4”; 160 lb; 36DD-24-38; blonde hair; hazel eyes
Ray – swinger Renee & Scotty meet on cruise. 5′ 10”; 170 lb; dark hair & eyes; 7-inch cock; wealthy.
Stephanie – Ray’s swinger partner and hot THICC MILF; 5′ 3”; 166 lbs; 34DD-24-44; dirty blonde; blue eyes
PART 2
“I don’t know what that means,” Renee said to the check-in agent. “What does that mean ‘epicurean lifestyle’?” She asked.
Mother and son were standing at the front of the line speaking to the check-in agent – a gorgeous black man with bright teeth and a Caribbean accent. The man glanced from Renee to her son and lowered his chin. He leaned slightly forward and whispered to them.
“This is a swingers cruise, Miss.” He clarified, straightening. Renee’s heart began to beat as her eyes widened and glanced at her son. Scotty shrugged.
“I had no idea, mom,” he said honestly. “It said adult cruise but I just thought that meant no one under 18 would be on it.” Scotty added. His mother began to panic.
“No, no, no, this can’t be happening!” She whispered in a panic, trying to not raise suspicions with the folks behind her. She glanced behind her at the line. Then, she realized they were all couples and probably swingers. She laughed at the thought.
“We have some time, so if you want to discuss this further, I need you to step aside and we can finish up when and if you are ready,” the kind agent said, gesturing for them to step aside. Scotty nodded in understanding and pulled his mother by the arm to an area well away from people. Several people in line gazed at them, trying not to chuckle.
“What do you wanna do, mom?” Scotty asked, praying she would not back out.
“I don’t know, sweetie,” she answered. “You spent money on the flights and it would cost additional to have our return flight changed.” She said. Scotty added to the issue.
“And the cost for free beverages.” He said. His mother gazed at him.
“I thought that was included when you mentioned it?” She asked, Scotty gave her a sheepish look.
“No, I paid for the package. Three hundred dollars.” He confessed. “I didn’t tell you cuz I didn’t want you to feel bad about it. But it’s pertinent, now, since we’re debating backing out.” He continued. “I’d be out over a thousand dollars between the flights and the beverage package.” He said. “But mom, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. None of that matters if you want to back out.” He said, not really meaning it. But he would never want his mother to be truly uncomfortable.
“Jesus,” his mother hissed, looking away and shaking her head in disgust. “Maybe…maybe we can avoid anything that we see that is….you know?” She said. Scotty’s heart skipped a beat with hope.
“That might work,” he said. “I could keep a look out for…stuff.” he added, lying. He would want nothing more than for his mom to spot people fucking and get aroused on this cruise and have no one but her hunky, sexy son around to scratch her itch.
“Hell, if worst came to worst,” his mother said, “we could just hang out in our cabin the whole time.” She said, laughing at the absurdity of the suggestion but thinking it might be a real possibility. “What would we do with ourselves?” She asked, more rhetorically and scoffing.
But the comment made Scotty’s cock twitch. There it was again. His mother making a comment that could be perceived as having a double-meaning. Was she imagining the two of them having sex cause there would be little else to do if they stayed in their room the whole time? And she wanted to put that thought in her son’s head as the only logical answer to her question? Or was she being naive and genuine? He decided to play it off.
“That sounds a little extreme, mom,” he said. “Let’s just board, and take it one step at a time.” He suggested. His mother glanced up at him with her expressive, hazel eyes. Scotty wanted to kiss her, as he felt his cock unfurling.
“Okay,” she whispered. “I’m going to put my trust in my strong and smart son to protect me from all the sex.” She said, in a bit more teasing voice than she wanted. Scotty laughed out loud, feeling his cock grow further. More double-entendres.
“I don’t know about that!” He teased, as his mother laughed, seemingly relaxing. They returned to the line and ultimately back to the desk with the nice check-in agent. He checked them in and smiled when he was finished.
“I hope you and your husband do enjoy yourselves,” he said, genuinely. Without thinking, Renee blurted out.
“Oh, this is my son.” She said as her eyes met the agent’s expression. Renee froze as his smirk remained but he stood, silent. He glanced from Renee to Scotty and back to Renee. Finally, he nodded affirmatively in understanding.
“Nevertheless,” he simply said, as mother and son headed toward the ramp to board the ship.
“Jesus,” Renee said to herself, picking up the pace as she grabbed her son’s hand in hers. “What must be going through his mind?” She asked rhetorically. Scotty wanted desperately to make a joke that the man probably thought we were kinky mom and son. But he was too scared, so he just laughed with her.
He hoped this turn of events might serve as a catalyst – for him; for his mom; for their relationship.
* * *
“Ten days, baby!” Renee said to her son as they stepped onto the ship. She had quickly seemed to have gotten over the fact that it was a swinger’s cruise. “Ten whole days of nothing but fun and relaxation!” She added, holding up her hands in celebration.
Scotty was walking behind his mom, admiring her perfect ass in white shorts that ended at mid thigh. Renee had on a halter-style top that showed off her pendulous breasts nicely. With every step she took, her tits jiggled. And every man within a 50 foot radius, including Scotty, gazed at her; at them.
“And alcohol!” Jimmy added, gleefully. “Don’t forget unlimited beverages!” He clarified. His mother looked at him and smiled.
“So, what drinks are included?” His mother asked as they walked hand-in-hand, toward their cabin.
“Everything except vintage stuff like hundred year old wines or bourbons,” Scotty responded. His mother rolled her eyes.
“I don’t care about that shit. But top shelf, yeah?” She asked again.
“Yup.” Scotty said, smiling. His mother smiled widely. Then, looking straight ahead as in deep in thought, she spoke slightly under her breath and as if to herself.
“This could be dangerous,” she said, “very dangerous.”
“I’m your protector, remember?” her son teased, not sure what to say. His mother glanced at him and smiled sexily.
“That’s right!” She said, squeezing his hand for a nanosecond. He squeezed it back. There it was again – a subtle hint?
Scotty felt his cock unfurl. At hearing his mother’s comment that unlimited, top-shelf beverages could be dangerous. He again had a sudden vision of he and his mother stumbling back to their cabin drunk. He imagined that her lowered inhibitions from the alcohol and high arousal from seeing cruise guests fucking out in the open, were too much for her.
Scotty imagined his drunk mother wrapping her arms around his neck just before she kissed him. He imagined moving the two of them to the balcony and making love to his mom on the balcony of their room, overlooking the moonlit water. He imagined slamming into his mother from behind and her getting into it, whispering hotly to her son.
“Cumming, baby. Mommy’s cumming.”
* * *
“Oh my God what a fabulous room!” Renee said upon entering their cabin. Immediately she stepped into the bathroom. Scotty heard his mother’s sweet voice take on a high-pitched, sing-song tone. “Wow, look at this tub! Wanna take a baaath?” She sang out. Scotty’s heart began to beat in his chest at hearing his mother’s proposition. He stood and spoke loudly for her to hear. He couldn’t take a chance and played it safe.
“Excuse me?” He asked. Just then, his mom came out laughing hysterically.
“Gotcha!” She teased, as Scotty gazed at her confused. “Lyrics from a Floyd song, baby.” She added, still chuckling. She gave him a peck on the corner of his lips, still smiling. She turned and went outside onto the balcony, as Scotty gazed around the room, taking everything in. His mother returned back inside and gazed at him.
“What?” He asked, seeing her hold her gaze on him.
“Do we have another problem?” Renee asked, pointing to the bed with her head then gazing back at her son. Scotty gazed at the bed, realizing it was just one, King-sized bed. He couldn’t help smirk.
“I think it’s modular or something like that,” he said, looking around for literature on it. His mother gazed at the bed.
“Like it separates?” She asked.
“Not sure,” Scotty answered, finding the diagram. “Here it is.” He said as his mother laid on the bed while he read the instructions on how to configure it.
Not five minutes later, Scotty had re-arranged the bed so that it was now two twin beds in a T-shape. The head of one bed butted up against the middle, side of the other bed. He straightened and gazed at his mom, who was still lying on the bed on her side. She had her legs and feet together and an elbow propped onto the bed; her head resting on her hand. She was chewing on her bottom lip, evaluating the set up.
“I guess this will have to do,” his mother said softly. Scotty realized that whomever was lying on the vertical bed would be at groin level to the sleeper on the horizontal bed. His eyes met his mother’s and she was smirking sexily. “What do you think?” She asked. Scotty shrugged, not wanting to sound eager with the set up.
“I think this one can slide up and down so I can put it at the head or at the foot so that it’s L-shaped instead of T-shaped. His mother shrugged.
“This is fine, sweetheart,” his mother said, rising. “Should we take a walk?” She asked Scotty smiled.
“Sure,” he responded.
Hand in hand, mother and son, again, walked out into the captured swinger world that unknowingly awaited them.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y18j23/scotty_his_mom_a_cruise_like_no_other_part_2_ms
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