AN: With the blessing of the author I have created this revised version of their excellent story. If you haven't read Sethp's story Ship Wreaked with Mom and Esther, I recommend reading it. All characters in sexual activities are 18 or older. Thank you and I hope that you enjoy this story. Let me know what you think.
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Ryan Donovan watched as the gangplank to the Cruise Liner he was currently standing on was removed. The ship's massive horns sounded signaling that the cruise ship was pulling away from the dock and was making its way for the tropics. Ryan sighed heavily as he followed the steward on his way to his cabin. While many of his classmates were envious of him, Ryan wasn't exactly overjoyed to be here. Sure, it was a pleasure cruise and they would be seeing exotic locals and (hopefully) sexy, scantly clad girls and women. But the notion of getting on a giant ship and cruising around the middle of the ocean, miles away from any land... or help, just unnerved him. His opinion was primarily based on watching event movies such as Titanic, Castaway, and other stranded-type movies growing up. His friends thought he was being silly as to what were the odds of something like that happening to him but that didn't keep Ryan from worrying about the possibility.
After years of spending five summers at Boy Scout camp (earning his Eagle Scout by the time he was 16) followed by months at various sports camps, Ryan had been looking forward to one carefree summer before he went away to college in the fall. Despite this being a dream vacation for many, Ryan wasn't excited to have a large portion of his summer taken up by this trip. Before being informed of the cruise he was making plans with his friends, most of whom were going out of state to various colleges. In addition to this, Ryan was hoping to finally go out with the cute girl down the street who was finally single. He was hoping that the two would hit it off well and maybe, just maybe, this would be the summer that he finally lost his virginity.
Alas, Ryan's father, Douglas Donovan, is one of the biggest and wealthiest realtors in their home state. Douglas was 5 feet 11 inches tall (only an inch taller than I was), very lean, and at 48 years old was extremely gray-haired, bordering on white. Ryan remembered his world crashing down when his father informed him and his mother of the cruise just two weeks before Ryan graduated from high school. This would be an extended cruise as Douglas was meeting several other realtors for networking. Douglas assured Ryan he wouldn't be bored and that he might meet some interesting people his age as the realtors were also bringing their families. Ryan immediately saw this trip for what it was. His father would be working while golfing, swimming, or whatever event the realtors had planned at the same time. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if the trip would be deducted from their taxes as they were working.
Then there is my mother. Rebecca Donovan (nee Wiley). She was 5 foot 8 inches tall (two inches taller than her assistant). She was far from the typical trophy wife (like the ones he saw on the arms of his father's associates). Many of these women were slim (probably via liposuction) bronzed (via tanning beds), had really bad blonde dye jobs, and had more plastic in their breasts than their stepkids' toys.
My mother, worked out religiously at the health club with her friends and at our home gym when the girls weren't available, to keep her trim figure. My mother's tan was natural from time spent outside sunning at our Olympic-sized swimming pool (which she also used quite often to keep in shape). While my mother did frequent the salon, she kept her original Chestnut brown hair color. Sure, she would have it touched up to mask the gray hairs, but it was very natural looking and had no dark roots like the bottle-blonde bimbos. Of course, the final major difference between the trophies and my mother were her breasts. My mother has natural D-cup breasts. She was smaller before giving birth to me but based on pictures she was considerably larger than a D-Cup (from photos at the time) before finally settling at D. With her slender frame, due to rigorously going to the gym, she tended to appear a little too top-heavy, but I always she was perfect. Also, she was the only original wife of the group.
When my father announced the plans for our vacation the one thing my mother insisted on was that in addition to the three of us, was that my father book passage for her assistant to accompany us. I thought it odd but It was the one thing that made her like the trophies only their assistants were off corralling their various young charges. While there would not be as many things for Elena to do on this trip Rebecca was very insistent, so Douglas relented.
The assistant's name was Elena Domingez. She started working for my mother when I turned 13. She had light tan colored skin, so light that sometimes she was mistaken for Caucasian. During the summer when she dressed business casual, I noted her skin darkened, probably from spending time in the summer sun during her off hours. She was shorter than his 5 foot 10 inches but average for most of the Hispanics that I went to school with. She wasn't fat by any means (save for her breasts and ass). She was borderline plump, but I preferred to think of her as curvy. She had full lips, chocolate brown eyes, and long wavey black hair that traveled down to the small of her back. During working hours, she always kept her long hair braided as she had to look professional.
As I implied earlier, Elena was the proud owner of a pair of massive boobs that always seemed to be on the verge of bursting out of her blouses. I have witnessed many times these massive orbs bouncing about when my mother has her rush to go collect something or others around the house. I tended to avoid her as much as possible as she caused my cock to tent whenever she was around. From time to time, I would sit in the living room and watch her tits jiggle with a book or my laptop concealing my cock as she did this.
Half an hour after we disembarked my father and the associating families were still on the main deck socializing. I had said hello to several of the teens (all girls) and a few of their younger siblings and was ready to make my way to my cabin. Elena appeared happy to be here, but a bit put out as my mother hadn't dismissed her so that she could go to her cabin and unpack yet. As the trophy wives kept my mother's focus on their conversation I took pity on Elena and got my mother's attention. Informing her that Elena and I would be going to our cabins to unpack, I led the grateful assistant away from the massive congregation. As we made our way to the stewards so that we could find our rooms we made small talk as she didn't know anyone else onboard. Making our way down the corridors I would find myself taking glances at my mother's alluring assistant. Since this was a leisure cruise it was the first time that Elena could dress casually. As I took in her simple sundress, I couldn't help but think that she was even more striking than I had imagined in my bedtime fantasies. We made our way to the concierge desk and said our goodbyes before my steward led me away.
"Your Cabin sir." The steward informed me.
I step into the room and am surprised at how spacious it is. I had to ask the man if he was sure that I had the right room and not my parents' room. Double-checking his manifest, he assures me that this is my room. With my bags placed in the master suite, I give the man a tip and go about placing my clothes in the closet and dresser. I was just about finished when I heard a keycard unlock my door. In walks a stewardess and... Elena.
"Oh... your roommate is already here." The young woman states.
