Chapter 7

I had just burst through the door with Mom and Zoey standing there on the balcony, way too close for me not to think the worst thoughts. Discovering my best friend in the world is a super slut and fucking everyone she sees, is she doing my Mom too?

They stood seeing me come through the door, but didn't really jump apart or let me believe they were doing something nefarious. Mom just looked into her eyes and said, "I'll see you two at the pool," and left right by me.

Zoe moved towards me and quickly sensed that something was amiss.

Wrapped her arms around me and said, "What's up, Baby? You look freaked out."

Pulled her head back, smiled, and said "And you smell like sex again, good for you, girl."

I was completely spazzed out, I couldn't tell her, I couldn't think of a quick lie.

I mumbled. "No, I just need a shower."

Omg that was so lame. Zoe just pulled back, smiled again, and said "OK." Then followed me to the shower.

The rest of that day seemed completely awkward, but later, a relief as I never saw my Dad, my Grandma, or my Mom. Zoe and I spent the day shopping at our last port stop in St Thomas, and I made sure it lasted all day. I was still dreading dinner, knowing I would have to look my Dad in the eye after abandoning him in that elevator.

It was going to be our last shopping day and last port of call, then one day at sea, and finally home. It had been a pretty crazy three weeks of summer.

Zoey and I found this fantastic dress shop in the Gold District and talked me into this slutty, way too short, black chiffon backless dress. She then convinced me that it would go best with dark pantyhose and shiny black shoes. It was totally sexy, but more her style, but she wouldn't let up on me having this, so I relented.

We wandered the streets, as if nothing crazy had ever happened, and it was terrific. We saw this Tiki bar on the sand, and Zoe barked. "Let's see if they'll serve us."

I thought it was crazy, but what the heck. She told me to pretend we belonged there like we do it all the time, but I didn't even know what to order. We sat down, and a crazy hot waiter came to our table and asked what we wanted. Zoe, without hesitation, asked for two margaritas, and the waiter just smiled and went about his business.

I wasn't really fond of it, but I was drinking in a bar.

I struggled through it when Zoe said to Mr Hotty as he walked by, "One more, please." With a super flirty voice.

OMG, I wasn't sure I wanted another one; I was already feeling buzzy. We slurped them back and, giggling like the barely past school girls we were, went back to our shopping. As it got late, I started to realize the dread of our second dinner. We made our way back to the ship and began to lose my buzziness and felt for the first time what it was like to sober up, not pleasant.

We showered, cuddled, and dressed, then went to dinner with nervous anticipation. Zoe is in her usual flirty, happy self, and I do not want any part of this. We were the first to arrive at the table, almost immediately followed by Grandma. She was in a mood about the service, and it was like everybody was against her. She does like her first class. Mom and Dad soon joined us, as if nothing had ever happened, and dinner turned out to be a very happy occasion.

We, being at the head table, were joined mid-dinner by the Captain, along with his minion and three bottles of Champagne. We were all poured a glass full for his dinner toast, and here we go again, drinking. It took half a glass before I started feeling giddy again. Zoe just helped herself to fill our glasses again, and no one said a word.

Three glasses in and feeling no pain, my Dad raises his glass to thank Grandma for our Holiday and says in a weird tone.

"I'm hoping no one minds, but I want to have a night with just my two special ladies."

Zoe quickly barks. "That's OK, Granny, and I will find something, I'm sure."

I looked at Mom, and she had a crazy look on her face at Dad. What the heck are they up to, I thought?

Our dinner was over when Dad got up first and said

"If you two ladies could put on something nice, I have made plans."

Mom got up and whispered in my ear,

"I want you to put on your cutest dress because we're going to change your Fathers plans."

What the hell, I looked at Zoe, and she was beaming, as if she knew something.

We got back to our room, and Zoe went to work with her own plans. She pulled out my new Black dress, my heels, and shoes, looked at me with an endless smile, and said.

"Let's get you ready."

She quickly started to undress me and, still naked, sat me at the desk chair and pulled out her makeup bag. I have my favorites and particular look, but she was adamant that we were doing it her way. Dark Eye liner, little cat tip eyes, light pink lip gloss, and pulled my hair up into this bun with little temple dangles. I looked great, even if it wasn't my style.

Then, with every motion as she dressed me, she would brush along my pelvis.

Insisted on helping me with my hoes and pulled her hand across my vagina. She stood behind me and helped with my neck buttons on my dress, and as we admired me in the dressing mirror, she reached around to fondle me again. One hand rubbing my pussy through my dress, and the other she slid under my shoulder strap to tease my nipples. Leaned in on my neck to kiss my shoulder and said "Oh, wait."

Reached into her bag for a spritz of her perfume. Not thinking at the time, she had just turned me into her. But her total attention to my body, I was getting so turned on, I didn't want to leave. I was ready to give myself to her, forget my parents; I wanted Zoe. How could I let this slutty manipulative witch control me so easily?

She stared into my eyes and said. "Oh, Baby, you are so beautiful."

She guided me to the door and swooshed me out.

Walking the ship's hall now feeling completely horny, my mind turned to my Dad and his wonderful cock, with every step I felt my button squish between my legs. My nipples were growing hard under the thinnest of fabric, and my dress was so short you could probably see my ass cheeks from behind. I passed a family heading toward the elevator, and the Dad couldn't take his eyes off me, not even to miss his wife. I'm sure that went over well, but it did give confidence.

I knocked on Dad's door, not knowing what was up, and he quickly answered, then stepped back. He looked mesmerized and stared at me as his gaze went down my body.

" Oh, Baby." He Mumbled. "Like always," he stammered, "We're waiting for your Mom."

He held out his hand to take mine and pulled me through the door. He looked down the hallway to check, closed the door, and then looked deep into my eyes, pulling me to him. Put his finger under my chin to raise me and kissed me so passionately that I felt weak. Our tongues quickly met, and I felt all was forgotten. I felt his warm hand slide down my open back to fall across my bum, and I was ready just to let him fuck me all over again.

It was he who came to his senses first and let himself go from me, staring into my eyes,

he whispered, "Your mother should be here soon."

He kissed me deeply but quickly again, told me to fix my lipstick so Mom wouldn't suspect, and then had me take a seat. I pulled Zoe's lip gloss from my clutch as Dad poured us a glass of wine. I had my first sip, still feeling buzzy from dinner. I spun on my seat to face Dad, and he couldn't take his eyes off my legs. I looked down, and most of my thigh was showing. Damn you, Zoe, I knew this dress was too short when Mom tapped on the door.

I quickly snapped. "I'll get it."

I need to move to compose myself. I opened the door, and Mom snuggled my hand and pulled me to the hallway. She too stepped back with a loving smile,

"Oh, Baby, My lord, you have become such a beautiful young woman."

She leaned into my ear and said. "Just follow my lead."

I thought that was weird, then she blew my mind. She pulled a Dad trick. She put her finger under my chin to raise my head and kissed me right on the lips. I was mortified at first. Then loving, then horrified, Dad might see, then strangely into it as I felt her tongue touch my lips. I was melting into my Mom. Thinking back, I should have been more freaked out, but after everything, was this really the weirdest? I put my hand up to her cheek, and we let our tongues mingle for a solid minute.

Dad barked. "Are you two coming in?"

We broke our kiss, and she looked into my eyes and whispered.

"That was wonderful. Oh, and I know all about your father and Zoe. It's time he realized that we're in charge."

A giant smile, a tiny peck on my lips, and she repeated, "Just follow my lead."

Mom walked up to Dad, for what was probably the first time since their separation, and let her hand fall across his crotch, then smirked and half-whispered

"Oh, Colin, why is this big thing half hard already?"

He blushed and glanced at me. Mom took that lead and looked over her shoulder at me, and I was ready to crawl under the bed. What the fuck is she playing at? Mom rubbed his cock through his pants and said softly.

"Well, why is your cock half hard?"

Put her hand behind his head and pulled him down to kiss him. I hadn't seen my parents kiss in years, but this was different. My Mom was different, and I felt like I was stuck in the middle. She was devouring his tongue like a horny slut, like "Zoe." Did she have something to do with this?

Mom broke her kiss, and Dad stood there, dumbfounded. Mom looked at me and asked me to stand up. Still openly rubbing Dad's cock nearly full in his pants.

She said to Dad. "Isn't our Baby beautiful?"

She lets go of his now full erection pressing out of his pant leg

Dad looked at me, not knowing what to say. She sashays over to me, maneuvers behind me, all the while I'm thinking, is she just using me to get even with him in some twisted way?

She wrapped her arms around me from behind, her hands both on my belly. She slowly, seductively, raised her hands just under my breasts. Dad locked onto her movements.

Again, she whispered and nibbled my ear, "Isn't our Baby beautiful?"

I was frozen, staring at my Dad's cock bulging from his pants, my Mom nibbling my ear, and half hoping she would touch me. Her hand slowly slid up under my right breast as her palm cupped my fully erect nipple. I gasped and leaned back on her shoulder. She rubbed my nipple gently through my dress as my Dad was mesmerized. She let her hand slide to the side under the full Vee of my dress and cupped my breast, softly around and around, then tweaked my bare nipple. Her left hand fell between my legs and palmed my cunt through my dress. I gasped again as she whispered back to my Dad.

"You didn't answer me. Isn't she the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

His eyes raised to meet mine as she continued.

"Just think, Colin. Think of the lucky guy who marries our Baby, the guy that gets to fuck our beautiful little Meagan."

And rubs me with more vigor. I nearly fell from my weak knees. I reached up behind myself to hold her head as she nibbled my neck. Dad took two steps towards us.

Mom barked at him quickly. "You just stop right there."

Dad froze in his tracks. Mom bit into my neck as I gasped even more loudly this time. She left my vagina and raised her hands to the buttons on the neck of my dress and undid them. I desperately wanted her to rub me further. My embarrassment, fear, and apprehension, whatever I was feeling, were gone; I needed her to touch me again.

She slowly slid the straps of my dress over my shoulders, exposing my breasts. The cool air from the open balcony felt wonderful on my breasts. My nipples, though, were already fully erect, but my body was overheating. She let her hands rest on each of my nipples, rolling them between her fingertips. Oh my fucking God, how can I be so turned?

Feeling brave or horny, I wasn't sure, but I reached behind myself to rub the pussy behind me.

Mom felt my hand at her crotch and whispered loudly. "Oh, Baby."

The tightness of her dress barely let me feel her. I felt her push her pelvis into my hand and take a tiny step together to relieve the tension on her dress. I felt my hand fall between her legs, and she sighed loudly. I was lost in a delirious fog and started to rub my mother's cunt as she caressed my tits.

Again, my Dad tried to approach, and again my Mom barked at him.

"You, Mr, sit your ass down in that chair."

Like a puppy, he quickly did as he was told.

I look at my Dad as Mom leaned her chin on my shoulder, gave my ear a tiny nibble, and seductively purred.

"Oh, Meagan, isn't your Dad a dreamboat?"

I kept staring at Dad, snuggled up to Mom, then spun in her arms and gave her earlobe a little nibble and a tiny suck; she closed her eyes and moaned in my ear. Where had all my courage come from? First, my Dad, now my Mom. Worst part, I didn't even feel ashamed, just crazy horny and let myself be consumed by my passion.

She put her hand behind my head and said.

"Oh, Baby, I've been waiting for this for so long."

Mom looked at Dad over my shoulder now, and with that same damn evil look he gave me, turned my head, and we locked into the most passionate kiss I'm sure Dad had ever seen. No hesitation, no hint she cares that he's there, just a long, moaning kiss. She then pulled back, licked my lips, and giggled.

Mom stuck her little pink tongue out at me, and I sucked it into my mouth with urgency. Mom started to slide her hand down my back and over my perfect, horny ass.

"What the fuck is going on?" Dad almost barks, "Do I get to play or what?" Mom seductively said.

With his half smile, hurt feelings, and a raging hard-on. "Wait your turn."

And continue our kiss. Mom looked down at his boner, long and thick, facing down his leg, and said,

"Sometimes I forget how big that thing was."

I'm sure a quick rush of ego flushes through his body, thinking, maybe I do get to play.

Finally feeling the courage and empowerment of this new dynamic,

I giggled and said. "Yes, mommy, it certainly is."

With a pause.

Mom grabbed me by the hand and turned, looking over her shoulder at Dad, dragging me, while Dad stood there looking like a Dufuss as we walked over to the bed. His eyes were transfixed on my body. I'm sure Dad is thinking No wonder this she-devil has seduced my Baby.

Dad quickly moved himself closer to the bed; we stopped at the far edge of the bed and began to kiss again, every bit as passionate as before. Dad moved in to join, and again, Mom put her hand up and stopped him.

Dad must have gotten lost in our lust for our kiss, as he doesn't even look up at me; Mom buried her head in my neck and motions Dad to sit on the drawing chair opposite the bed. Like a child being scolded, he did as he was told and seemed a little anxious about it.

Mom turned back to me and started to kiss me with an anticipated lust, not passion, but lust, the two of us digging our tongues into each other's mouths, slurping and moaning as we started to explore each other's bodies. Two perfectly toned gym bodies, feeling like we were possessed. Mom lowered her hand onto my bum, squeezing it and rubbing it in little circles; I placed my hand behind Mom's head, my fingers meshing into her endless reams of thick black hair.

My other hand slid down her mid back, pulling her into me. Dad watched us start to grind our pelvises together, grinding each other through our clothes; the contrast of our dresses was lost on hers, being angelic white, and mine being black.

I glanced at Dad sitting with a raging hard cock, straining to get out, to grow as he's stroking it still in his pants, growing halfway to the knee.

Mom starts to pull my dress up over my hips.

"Oh fuck." Dad Gasps." "Now, this is hot."

Mom kicked her heels off and dropped two inches, but still a full three inches taller than me; the result was her pulling my hair, tilting my head back and up as I devoured her tongue. She had my dress up almost up over my hips, and I couldn't wait for her to bare me naked.