Be aware: This is a work of taboo fantasy and the characters are fictional and are 18 years or older. Your discretion is advised.
Chapter:3
All Aboard
"Ho-ly-shit!" I uttered in disbelief the moment I laid eyes on the Carnival Oceanus as my mother and I walked towards the dock among the hundreds of people moving in the same direction as us.
The cruise ship that we are supposed to board is massive beyond any that I've ever seen before. It's like a mega structure designed to be a floating five star hotel for the thousands of passengers who will be onboard. According to my research on Google, the ship's overall internal volume is roughly over 183 000 GT and 1,135 feet in length with twenty guest decks capable of carrying over six thousand and six hundred people.
To me, it looks just as big and tall as the Ark of Noah depicted in the movies, which is ironically funny since it was the name my mom chose for me at my birth. Thinking of her, the beautiful woman walking by my side whose name is Vivian Throndsen was gorgeously dressed for the exciting occasion in a stretchy jean shorts and a plus size, white blouse with short sleeves. As for myself, my shorts are knee-length with multiple pockets while also wearing a flashy Hawaiian shirt.
As we progressed, I was carrying my essentials in my backpack while Mom had hers in her own carry-on bag strapped over one shoulder. Other than that, I was holding my leathery traveling bag in one hand and dragging a suitcase identical to the one she was bringing with as they both belong to her. We were at the moment walking briskly to reach the cruise terminal before the waiting line could get any longer. Half an hour later, we were greeted by the porters who tagged and labeled our luggage to be sent to our cabin in due time.
Then we proceeded further through an airport-style security procedure, which involved having our bags screen checked and passing through a metal detector. It was only after filling out a health questionnaire that we were finally allowed to board the ship after our tickets and ID were inspected to then have our pictures taken for our cruise cards that were given to us. Mom was so thrilled that she went ahead on the gangway ascending upward.
Finding myself behind her close by, I didn't resist for a second watching her bomb of a butt slightly swaying at each step she was making going forward. Many times I wanted to spank that matronly booty and squeeze her meaty cheeks like a sponge. But at each temptation, I pushed back the urge to override the boundaries set by my mother who is more to me than just a great piece of milf ass. And I wasn't making it any easier for me after I swore to myself that there will be zero masturbation for me until I can bed my mom again. It's a challenge that became daily since our departure from home. I managed to keep myself in check so far, knowing that it would be worth it in the end, even though it's getting harder the more time I spend with her.
Once finally on board, we made our way up on top at the starboard side of the ship where we have a tremendous view over the port and on a quarter of Jacksonville. It's a beautiful day here in Florida, the city is great, the weather is nice and peaceful, and the Carnival Oceanus is indeed a gigantic, beautiful and top of the line ship, fitting for our one week vacation.
"How are you feeling?" I asked my mother right after taking her from behind in my arms to hug her full-figured body with her back against my chest and her buttocks near my crotch.
"I feel terrific," she answered gleefully with one hand laid on the railing and the other wrapped over one of my protective arms in appreciation of my warm presence. "It's been so long since the last time I did something like this. I'm really happy you came with me."
"Me too," I agreed, smiling near her ear before I moved in a little closer to land a gentile kiss on her soft cheek.
In response to my affection, Mom's right hand left the railing to brush my hair with her fingers behind my head. Feeling a pleasant shiver running throughout my body, I stayed as I was with my chin resting on her shoulder. Meanwhile, she was so relaxed and comfortable with us acting as lovers that she lightly pressed her curvy ass against me with her large cheeks cushioning my groin. With the both of us far away from home, acting like this in public was making the experience even more exciting than I would've thought.
And so as we stayed like this, watching the remaining passengers on the dock who haven't mounted on board yet, we were talking about all the things we could do while we will be traveling on the Atlantic Ocean.
"Aren't you the cutest love-birds around here," a woman with a husky voice openly remarked nearby.
Assuming the unexpected comment was meant for us, Mom and I prudently turned our heads simultaneously to our left towards the origin of the voice that sounded rather attractive.
It didn't took us long to figure out who it was the moment our eyes met with two individuals standing next to us two meters away. Only a blind person wouldn't have noticed right away that they are both Afro-Americans with their smooth, milk chocolate skin. One is an impressive dude, tall enough to be somewhere over six feet tall, and the other is a woman approximately at my height and gifted with an hourglass figure the likes of which only a man without a pulse would be indifferent.
She is in fact quite a beauty with her face shaped like a diamond, her pulpy, full lips, her broad, wide nose and with her eyebrows so neatly trimmed it almost seems as if they were expertly drawn on her visage above her deep, brown eyes. Not to mention her long, black hair with curls overflowing her shoulders like a waterfall. She had on an orange, flowing tank top that wasn't too revealing, but was certainly tight enough to compliment her buxom chest glorified by an extraordinary pair of breasts compacted in a bra. And her white tennis skirt is at least half a foot above her knees, partially showing off her amazing thunder thighs and her toned calves.
Thinking of tennis, the woman likely in her late thirties has a similar physique to Serena Williams. But unlike the famous female athlete, that woman is proportionally more heavily built than any woman that I've ever met with her big, bumpy shoulders and her thick arms with bulgy biceps. Though she looks stronger than the average man, her feminine curves are a heck of a lot easy on the eyes. Just looking at her large hips was enough to make me wonder how sexy her ass must be.
"Why thank you!" my mom politely replied to the black woman as I stopped cuddling her so to be more presentable to the two strangers. "You seem like a nice pair yourselves."
"That obvious huh?" she rhetorically asked, smiling as she took her companion's hand in hers to have their fingers intertwined. "I guess that's a sign that we were always meant for each other. Ain't that right, baby?"
"You know it, Suga Momma!" the tall guy answered with an affectionate grin just before he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.
At this moment, now that my attention was fully pulled towards him, there's no doubt this dude is physically impressive from his strong, broad shoulders all the way down across his fit, athletic body in a red pullover to his long legs clad in a pair of jeans. He's also pretty good looking while seeming a bit older than I am with his thin, short beard around his big mouth.
Assuming he had recently took an appointment at a barbershop, his hairstyle features a voluminous top with short hair expertly styled in tight, well groomed curls that displays a cool air of confidence along with his temples closely cropped into a neat finish around the ears. Curious or not, his nose and eyes are pretty alike with the matured woman at his side with the exception of his thicker eyebrows and slimmer lips.
"It's very nice to meet you," Mom kindly said, grabbing my arm with both her hands to comfortably lean on my side. "I'm Vivian Throndsen and this is my husband, Noah Throndsen."
"You're married?!" the black woman exclaimed more amazed than surprised by the information that my supposed wife gave away with such ease. "Damn girl! You got some fine taste. I mean, you're man here looks old enough to be yo son or somethin."
"Ain't the internet a beautiful thing?" Vivian answered almost without missing a beat with an ounce of pride as she was holding me a little tighter.
"You ain't wrong about that, suga. The name's Leshawna Baker by the way and this is ma man, Don."
