The Cruise

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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"I know that you were not going to come with us, but Aunt Mary has split with her boyfriend, so now there is a spare berth. If you want it. But we have to let the cruise company know today."

Aunt Mary is mum's younger sister, only by a year, and she looks so much like mum it is unreal.

"So where will I be sleeping? If I go that is."

"In with Aunt Mary, hers is a twin bunk room, so you will have your own bunk. You can get changed and stuff in the bathroom, so there need be no embarrassment."

"Oh, okay I suppose, I have never been a fan of sardine cruises, but okay, at least I will be able to see you and dad. Yeah, okay, I will mum, thanks."

And that was that. Mary had split up with her boyfriend who she had been seeing for ages, and I have no idea what the cause of the split was. Perhaps Mary would tell me, perhaps not, but it meant there was a spare bed that was already paid for. Yup, I'll take that, thanks.

The journey down to Southampton was tortuous, so many road works slowing us down. Eventually we got to the docks. We were directed to a parking bay. Someone checked our tickets and took our luggage. Apparently, they park the car somewhere until we get back. A golf buggy took us to the ship, 'The Nirvana of the Sea' and we walked up the gangplank and were met again by crew. We were given our cabin allocations and electronic keys, welcomed aboard with glasses of champagne. As we sat waiting for the clearance to go to our cabins, we were told our mealtimes, ours was 6.30pm for dinner, 12.30 for lunch, and 7.30 for breakfast all in the 'coconut palms' restaurant. We were advised not to be too late as servings were quite prompt.

Mary and I trundled our suitcases to our room, on the same deck as mum and dad, but further down the corridor towards the stern. I guess it was a status thing, cheaper cabin, so nearer the back. The room was okay. There was a balcony with one sun lounger on it, quite how that works in a cabin for two people I don't know. There was a bed each side of the cabin and the smallest shower and toilet ensuite I have ever seen. Certainly, little room for two, no washing each other's back in that room. There were some drawers under the beds and one wardrobe which was also very small, it befitted the bathroom.

"I'm nipping to the loo, I will try and get changed in there too, and then you can go in, okay?"

"Yes Auntie."

"Oh Mary, please. I am going to pretend that you are my toy boy and make all the other spinsters and divorcees very jealous."

I laughed and then thought, 'oh, does that mean she thinks I am a little attractive?' Mary went into the loo. So, little privacy then, I could hear every noise, and I thought about three pieces of toilet tissue. I needed to remember that, no sneaking off into there for a quick one, no soundproofing whatsoever. A few moments later Mary came out in bra and pants.

"Right then Simon, I cannot get dressed in there. I just about managed my underwear, so, from now on, I will be going in and coming out in underwear. Outer clothes will have to be on and off in here, and lord know there is little more room in here. It is going to be cosy, and we are going to be seeing a lot more of each other than we expected."

"Damn Mary, that will be hard to handle," I said laughing as I stripped out of my polo top and chinos, grabbed some clean underpants and headed to the shower room. I decided I would sit on the loo, it would keep the splashing noise when I had a wee to a minimum. I washed my pits and crotch, deodorised, pulled my clean boxers on and headed out to our cabin. Fresh Polo top and chinos, sliders and I was ready. Mary had a sun dress on, and she had Birkenstocks on her feet.

"Shall we promenade?" I asked.

"But of course kind sir," Mary answered laughing.

We walked along the deck to the stairs and then went up to the observation deck. This deck was at the edge of the ship, so that you could see all around. As we approached the bar I asked Mary if she wanted a drink, she nodded and so we went in. The cocktail of the day involved blue curacao, orange curacao floating on top with pineapple topped off with Vodka. We had one of those each, went back to the deck and sat in a pair of steamer chairs sipping our cocktails through a straw.

At some point we had embarked as the ship was now out at sea, if you could call the English Channel a 'sea'. I hadn't noticed.

"I can't feel any motion," Mary said.

"No, me either, but I think I can feel the vibrations from the engines," I answered.

A chap in white came and collected our empty glasses and asked if wanted a refill, we both nodded. They were really quite nice, and as far as I was concerned, mum and dad were paying, everything was simply charged back to the room. Now I am not the greatest of drinkers, and I don't think I realised just how strong the cocktails were, I wasn't tipsy, but I was 'relaxed'. It was a bit of a wakeup call to make sure that I didn't end up doing something silly or inappropriate.

We walked around the deck a bit further, Mary put her arm through mine as we walked.

"What happened to your boyfriend? I thought you guys were solid."

"Apparently not Simon, apparently not. He found a younger model."

"Well, he's a fool, I wouldn't give up someone like you. Anyway, him leaving is my bonus, I get a holiday."

"Wouldn't you now? I thought that you would be after all the young girls with their thin waists and tight curves."

"Ha ha Mary, no, they have vacuous thoughts, are either interested in me paying for their drinks, or as me for a husband and baby father material. I have yet to meet a girl that just wants to hang, have fun, be intimate without it meaning anything more than pleasure."

"Well now Simon, that is an old head on young shoulders. But really, don't the young girls have fabulous bodies?"

"Aunt Mary, I have seen yours, you do not in any way disappoint."

At that point mum and dad appeared, they were walking in the opposite direction.

"Oh hello you two," mum said, "have you seen the time? We should go and get ready for dinner."

"Bloody hell Meesh," Mary said, "I had no idea it was so late; we better go and get ready. See you in the dining room."

Mary and I went back to the cabin and once inside Mary pulled her dress off, and then dropped it on the floor. I nearly died when she leant forward to pick it up, her knickers were creased inside her fanny and I had a full view. My dick raced to attention.

"Right Simon, I'll go and have a wash then come out and get dressed, you can go next."

"Okay Mary." Would I have time to wank I wondered. Probably not.

Whilst she was in the bathroom I sorted my clothes for the evening, a white dress shirt and navy-blue trousers. The rule was no pool or beach wear at lunch and evening mealtimes, breakfast was 'relaxed but decent'. Mum had asked that we wear 'nice' clothes rather than T Shirts. Mary came out of the bathroom in her underwear which was properly adjusted, no fanny malfunction sadly. I had stripped to my underpants ready to shower.

I went in, showered and dried as best I could, put my underpants back on and went out to dress. Mary was wearing a long dress in a sort of deep purple satin.

"I know I shouldn't say this, but..."

"But what?"

"Your knickers are very visible. Your bra is visible too, but your bra doesn't cause your dress to ruck at the sides."

"Turn around and close your eyes," she instructed, and so I did.

There was a bit of a rustle of clothes, and then a fair bit more, and then she said.

"Okay, you can open your eyes, how does it look now?"

I looked, very closely, nipples were obvious but nothing else.

"That looks fine now Mary, I don't know what you did, but that looks fab. You look totally hot in that dress."

She pointed to her bed, and the penny dropped. On her bed were the bra and panties she had been wearing earlier, she had simply taken them off to remove the rucks.

"Oh. Well no one need know Mary."

"Indeed. It'll be interesting getting undressed later I expect."

"I am sure that we will manage Mary, I can be quite the gentleman when required."

"Oh, well, I am sure that may not be necessary," she laughed and headed out of the door with me following.

Dinner was, as far as I was concerned, nothing special. There was cream of mushroom soup, tasted just like the soup in a can from the supermarket, then I had steak in a pepper sauce, and crème bruleé to finish. Mum makes crème bruleé, the steak she gets from the farm shop is better. All in all I thought it ordinary. After dinner, which all in all, took about an hour and a half, we went to the piano bar for drinks.

Mum sat next to me one side, Mary the other and dad opposite. We ordered dry martini's which came with sliced orange, rather nice. I think we had about three of those before we decided to call it a night. Mum walked down the corridors with me, her arm through mine.

"Are you okay?" She asked, "only I realise that it could be quite awkward for you with my sister."

"It's fine mum, it is what it is." I didn't want to give too much away, I was quite enjoying it, I was pretty sure Mary was flirting.

"Well she is going to be feeling down having just been dumped by her boyfriend. Hopefully she isn't in too much of a funk for you." She took her arm from in mine and put it around me and squeezed. "If it becomes too much, come and talk to me, I don't want you to be down too."

"Okay mum, I promise I will come and see you if I am being down," and I squeezed her back, her boob resting on my hand as I did.

As we got by mum and dad's room we separated and sort of kissed goodnight and then Mary and I headed off to our room.

The door shut behind us we could see that the turndown service had been. Lights were on low and each bed quilt had been pulled back. There was what looked like a nightie on Mary's bed, and PJ bottoms on mine.

"Oh fuck it, you're not a child,' Mary said and pulled her dress off, grabbed her nightie and went naked into the bathroom. It had been so quick that I barely had chance to realise that she shaved her fanny and that it was rather 'fulsome'. I shook my head to try and get my brain working again, and stripped down to my underpants, folded my shirt and trousers for wearing another day and waited for Mary to reappear so that I could go and release the martini's.

She came out and we danced past each other, and I was finally able to sit and release. Oh what a relief. I washed my groin and pits, cleaned my teeth put my PJ bottoms on and headed back to the bedroom.

Mary was sat on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. She patted the bed beside her, "come sit by me," she said.

I did as she requested trying very hard not to look at her fanny which was quite visible, or rather, trying not to make it obvious I was looking at her fanny.

"Do you have a special girlfriend?" She asked.

"No not at the moment Mary, I did have a girlfriend for a while and we were close, but she went off to university and that was that really."

"Oh, that's a shame." She put her hand on my leg which had an immediate effect, probably erect in less than ten seconds, impressive I thought. She moved her hand up towards my groin. Feeling left out a little I rested my palm on her thigh, I could almost feel the heat from her groin, I swear I could.

My heart stopped and I gasped out loud, Mary had gripped my dick through my PJs.

"There but for a flimsy piece of material," she said as she started to move her hand up and down.

I moved my hand further up her thigh and felt the wonder of her moist fanny lips as they caressed my finger. My finger pressed between the fleshy moist lips, her hot valley welcoming my approach. She moved her thighs apart and lay back down, her sex wide open for my pleasure. I leant forward and inhaled, oh she smelled divine, heady, sweaty and very feminine. I darted my tongue forward, tasting her, savouring her flavour, and as my tongue roamed up her valley towards her nub, she shivered.

"Oh fucking shit," she gasped as my tongue dabbed against her nub. There was no going back and I circled her entrance with two fingers before pressing in, feeling her heat surround my fingers, her gasp as I penetrated her and then the pressure as she clamped down on my fingers.

"Get your shorts off" she gasped and then squealed as my fingers left her. I stood up and shucked my PJ shorts down and stood next to the bed with my dick proud. Mary pulled her nightie off and then lay back on her bed. It wasn't wide enough for us to lay side by side, all I could do was lay over her. She reached down between us and lined my dick up with her fanny.

Not wishing to appear rude, I pushed. Oh Jeez, the feeling as her fanny surrounded my dick, the warmth, the tightness were all overwhelming. I am no virgin, nor am I a lothario, but this absolutely was the best feeling I had for a very long time.

"Oh Simon, yes," Mary said breathlessly. I began to press in and pull out, shagging quicker and quicker, harder and deeper. Her fanny tugged at my dick, her fingers dug into my back, my stomach slapped against hers and her gasps as I pushed in deeply would give anyone who listened, no doubt as to our actions.

Mary was gasping my name as I shagged, my breath was in my throat, I doubted that I could say anything at that moment. I could feel that familiar tingle in my inside dick, deep at my root, my balls tightened, and I knew I was moments away.

"I am going to cum," I managed.

"Good that is the whole point," she gasped back and then she arched her back and her mouth opened. Her fanny clamped hard on mine and her fingers seemed to bury themselves deeper in my back. With what felt like a rush I spurted deep inside her, squirting two, three times, my breath exploding from my mouth as my orgasm erupted in my body.

I slumped down, my weight on hers, rolling over would have meant a two foot drop to the floor. I managed to slip out of her fanny and stand.

"Pass me a towel Simon, I am not sleeping on the wet patch."

It sounded funny and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Your bed next time," she said almost laughing.

"Or the floor," I answered.

"Perhaps doggy over the side of the bed," she quipped.

In the morning there were no dancing around the bedroom, we just were naked or dressed, simple as. We dressed for the pool and then put loose T Shirts over the top, and then met up with mum and dad for breakfast before heading out to grab some spots by the sun loungers around the pool. This really was sardine city, but we did manage to get four together.

"Right, you two hold the fort here," mum said to Mary and Dad, "Simon and I will go and grab the rest of the things we need, lotion, towels and stuff."

"We'll do your room first," mum said. I grabbed lotion, sunglasses and moisturiser and threw them in a tote and then followed mum.

Once inside mum's room she turned to me.

"I have an issue Simon."

"Oh mum, what?"

"Your dad left his tablets at home."

I didn't know that dad was on any tablets. "What tablets mum?"

"His blue tablets Simon. I am not going to last without them. I hoped that you might help. You know, what happens on the cruise, stays on the cruise."

I just looked at mum blankly.

"His Viagra Simon."

Oh. Right.

"I don't use Viagra, mum, how can I help?"

Mum pulled the straps down of her swimsuit and peeled it down. She was naked.

"Really Simon?"

I quickly pulled my shorts down and joined mum on her bed, a double, oh so much more room than Mary's single bunk.

"I will need you to get me ready, if you know what I mean Simon."

I did. I knew exactly what she meant. I leant down and blew along her valley. Mum's valley was so much neater than Mary's. Her 'bits' were all inside her wonderful fat fanny lips, Mary seemed to have most of hers on the outside. She had shaved her hair off also, and she had a wonderful mound to her. Oh my she looked good. I pushed my tongue between her lips and her legs opened further and her sex widened for me. I slipped between her lips and found her nub, pressing gently, and then licking, before pressing again. I slipped my hand under my chin and two fingers found her entrance, hot, wet and very wanting. I slipped my fingers passed her entrance, through her opening and then deep inside her, wiggling, crooking them. Mum was gasping and writhing.

"Now Simon, now, I am ready," mum managed between gasps. I moved up, straddling her and reaching down for my dick, I pressed it at the right place and slowly felt myself drawn inside, the heat from her fanny wrapping itself around my dick, caressing it, waves of muscles massaging my dick as I pressed deeper inside.

"Fuck me Simon," mum said, "hard and fast, I need it."

And so, as I was always taught to obey my mum, I did. I pushed in as hard as I could, pulled back as far as I dare, my dick almost leaving her, my plunging in making her gasp as my pubis slammed against her mons with a slap.

My dick was in heaven, soaking up the oils that mum had to offer, her fanny squeezing as I penetrated, fluttering as I was on the verge of leaving. I was shagging as fast as I could, I was sure my movements were a blur. I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was close.

"Now mum, I am coming," I managed, and my dick erupted, spurting my sperms deep inside, flooding mum's fanny and womb, and as I felt the spurts subside, mums' fanny squeezed me tight and she screamed a quiet scream, her mouth an O as she orgasmed.

It seemed as if this cruise was going to be entertaining after all.