Cindy always dressed modestly and seeing this much leg distracted her son. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her in a swimsuit. She wore shorts in the summer, but never anything particularly revealing. This was a real treat for him, and after not having a sexual outlet for a while, his cock began rising to the occasion.
The drive took about twenty minutes. They parked and walked arm in arm into the restaurant. Mother and son were seated immediately.
Jumer’s was an expensive, upscale, Bavarian restaurant. Everything about it was classy. The tall backs of the chairs looked more like thrones than chairs. On a balcony overlooking the dining room a string quartet played.
“This is fancier than I heard,” she said.
“Nice huh?”
Within a few minutes their orders were taken, and wine was brought to the table. Dinner arrived quickly and they chatted as they ate.
“You’re getting a lot of admiring looks. Maybe this is where you and your lady friends should go on your outings,” her son suggested.
“I’m done with that. After this afternoon, I think I’m going to become a nun,” she said dryly.
“Mom, you’re young. You just need to be more selective. You can do a lot better than your recent choices.”
“At my age you take what you get, not what you want.”
“What do you want?” her son asked.
“Someone with your qualities: handsome, smart, respectful, and single. The ones with the first three are already married. The ones that are single rarely meet any of my other three criteria. Men like you just don’t exist, I’m afraid,” she added.
“I beg your pardon. I exist,” he pointed out.
“Yes, but sometimes it’s nice to take things farther than a simple date. I don’t think we could do that,” she said smiling.
A statement like this was totally out of character for his clean cut, dignified mom. Mike decided to play along.
“So, you think I’d be a lousy lay?” he asked grinning.
Cindy laughed. “Based on how vocal Julie was, I suspect you’d be wonderful. Incest is frowned upon in Nebraska.”
Mike blushed. “Were we that loud?”
His mother grinned at him. “Sometimes. I’ll admit, it was hot listening to you.”
“You listened on purpose?” he asked, surprised by her comment.
“My sex life hasn’t been particularly exciting. I listened occasionally, and to be perfectly honest, I do miss hearing it. I’m surprised you aren’t seeing someone. You should be.”
“I’m still a bit gun shy, I guess.”
“When the horse throws you off, you’ve gotta get back in the saddle and try again,” she advised.
“I asked you out on this date, didn’t I?”
“Unless you plan to seduce me after dinner, I don’t think this counts.”
“Cindy, what makes you think that’s not what I’m planning?” he asked teasingly, as he poured her more wine.
“Cindy now, huh? Oh, you’re good. Are you?”
“It wasn’t my original intention, but since you brought it up…”
“I didn’t start this. You did,” she laughed.
“Pardon me? I believe you were the one listening to me and Julie. I never listened to you,” he said.
“Nothing to listen to. I’m very quiet.”
“Then you’ve got the wrong partner,” her son pointed out.
“Apparently, I’ve always had the wrong partner,” Cindy replied.
Mike and his mother had never had a conversation like this. He was astounded but enjoying it.
The server came to the table. “Was everything to your liking,” he asked.
“Everything has been wonderful,” Cindy assured him.
“Do you still have the dessert sampler?” Mike asked.
“We do, sir.”
“Let’s have that and two Bavarian coffees with Kahlua,” Mike replied.
The server nodded and left the table.
“Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me, sir?” his mother asked.
“Let’s see. I’m on a date with a beautiful, single woman; a real MILF, I might add. She suspects I’m good in bed and has gotten off listening…”
“Whoa! I never said I got off on it,” she said.
“You implied it. Did you?”
“Did I what?” his mother asked innocently.
“Get off on it.”
Cindy turned deep red. “That’s none of your business.”
“So, you did.”
She didn’t reply as the waiter stepped up with their coffees and the desserts. The conversation stopped for a few minutes as they tried the items on the platter.
“When was the last time you took a vacation?” he asked her.
“When you had your knee surgery, so I could be home with you.”
“I mean a real vacation, to have fun and relax,” Mike said.
“Six flags, probably.”
“I was ten and that was a day trip.”
She thought for a moment. “I can’t remember,” she admitted.
“That’s what I thought. Let’s take one. The beach maybe.”
“That would be expensive.”
“It’s off season. Prices are a lot cheaper.”
“Where?” she asked.
“Miami, Key West, someplace like that.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. I can get away from the gym easy enough. You take a week off and we’ll go partying.”
“With your mother?”
“With my date, who also happens to be my mother,” he replied excitedly.
She thought for a moment. “I guess I’m a bit old fashioned. I’d be embarrassed going on vacation with my adult son. What would people think?”
“No one needs to know we’re mother and son. We can go as a couple. Come on. We both deserve some time off.”
“I don’t even own a bathing suit,” she protested.
“Buy one.”
“I’m white as a sheet.”
“Tanning salon,” he countered. “Or, how about a cruise?”
“Those are really expensive,” she replied.
“I don’t think so. We can price them when we get home.”
“I always wanted to take a cruise. If we can get one at a reasonable price, you’ve got a deal,” she said grinning.
With the subject now on the cruise, the sexual bantering stopped. After paying the tab, they returned home. Even before changing clothes, they went online to look at cruises. They were both surprised at how low the prices were, even including airfare. It was when they looked at cabins that things got a little awkward.
“Anything less than a king bed is too short for you, and unless we book a suite they only have a single king bed in a room,” his mother pointed out.
“So, let’s get a cabin with a single king,” Mike suggested.
“Mike, it’s one thing to tease over dinner. Sharing a bed for a week is a whole different thing for two adults.”
“The only time we’ll be in the room is at night. We’ll be busy doing things from the time we get up until bedtime,” he said.
“I suppose we could put something in the bed to separate us.”
Mike laughed. “You don’t trust me, do you?”
“I don’t think I trust either of us,” she said honestly. “Does the couch fold out in the room?” They looked again at the cabin. “It does, go ahead and book it,” she said.
“You’re going to sleep on the couch?” he asked.
“If things get awkward we have that as an option.”
“Afraid you’ll get poked with morning wood?” he asked jokingly.
“Afraid? No. That’s the problem. I like getting poked with morning wood.” Cindy turned to her son with a concerned look. “What worries me isn’t being poked. It’s how I’ll react to it. I love you and don’t want anything to interfere with our relationship. Mike, I’m the one I don’t trust. You don’t know me as well as you might think.”
“Okay. We’ve got the couch. Ready to book it?” he asked.
Cindy grinned. “Go for it.”
Over the next few minutes, they booked the cruise, flights, and one night in a hotel the night before their departure.
When they retired for the night neither fell asleep quickly. Both had secretly fantasized of the other, but now…now after the teasing, and the plan to share a bed for a week, it had become something different.
Cindy was accustomed to sex a couple of times a week. Now with the absence of Otis, she wouldn’t be getting that. She turned to her fingers and vibrator. Although they were a temporary help, neither worked to suppress the drive that was worsening by the day. Thoughts of her son seemed to consume her.
Mike was having a similar issue as his thoughts of his mother filled his head both day and night. He found himself needing relief frequently.
These feelings were fairly new to both, and they avoided each other much of the time. Just the nearness tended to increase their needs. Mike began calling his mother Cindy to prepare for the trip as a couple. He sent her a list of shore excursions and ship activities and over the next week they had booked all of those. Cindy began daily trips to the tanning salon and did some shopping. She bought a dress for the formal night and was even able to pick up two swimsuits. In Nebraska, in the fall, that was no easy task. They were less modest than what she had worn years before, but she liked how she looked in the mirror. Mike was fitted for a tux and sent the measurements to the cruise line.
As she packed her bag the night before departure, Cindy realized she couldn’t take her vibrator. The thought of it being found when her bags were being checked mortified her.
They flew out to Houston on Saturday morning, and after arriving were shuttled to their Galveston hotel for the night. Both seemed nervous, but relaxed when they found two queen beds in their suite.
Cindy woke before her son and noticed his erection tenting the sheet covering him. She hadn’t seen his penis since he was a young boy. She could tell it was impressive in length. Her hand went between her legs as she lay there looking at it. Her nerves got the better of her after a few minutes and she went to the shower for relief.
Standing under the water with her eyes closed, she imagined pulling back the sheet and sucking his cock for a few minutes before straddling him. Cindy grunted once as she came harder than she had in a long time. She finished her shower, then wrapping her towel around her walked to her suitcase. It was lying on the table at the foot of her son’s bed. Cindy picked out her clothes for the day and went to the bathroom to dress.
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