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The Cruise Aftermath

Copyright© 2025 by Robdcruz

Chapter 2

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - In response to all the support my stories "Family Trip to Jamaica" and "A Cruise with My Daughter" received, I decided to create a cross-over. I hope the story is hot enough to stand on its own, but I think it is best enjoyed if you have read the other two series. This story is told from the perspective of the mother from "Cruise" and her feeling left out of the new special bond her husband and daughter found on the trip. Enjoy!

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Incest   Mother   Son   Father   Daughter   Exhibitionism   Massage   Tit-Fucking   Nudism  

I left the studio and needed to find Steve. The aching in my pussy was just too much. It was so intense that I could forgive that it was there partially because of my daughter. Though it was also there because I was lusting after a man who was definitely not my husband. Ugh, I needed dick.

I scanned the pool area and the beach but he wasn’t there. In fact, as it was getting dark out, the regular beach goers were gone. Instead, the sand was pocketed by small couples or groups of people. It didn’t take the moans in the air for me to realize what some of them were doing. Jesus, John. What did you get me into? My pussy ached again and I was pushed to go back to the room.

I pressed my thumb against the keypad and the door opened to the living room of the suite. There I saw Steve standing close to Tiffany’s door eavesdropping.

“Steve?”

He raised his finger to his lips and motioned his head toward the door. That’s when I heard the unmistakable sounds of fucking. From the sounds of it, Martin was giving our daughter the fuck of a lifetime. She grunted and screamed with delight.

“I know,” I mouthed back to him and gestured to the room.

Steve cocked an eyebrow and followed me into our bedroom.

As soon as I passed the door, I slid my g-string off. The free air hitting my now fully nude body made my pussy feel like it was on fire. Steve turned and before he could say anything I basically lunged at him, kissing him passionately. He caught me and held me in his strong arms. I could feel his ever hardening dick graze against my eager pussy.

He pulled his head back from our kiss but made no effort to put me down.

“What’s got you going so hot?”

I kissed him deeply again and tried to push my weight down so I could make more contact with his cock.

In between hungry kisses I begged like a slut. “I ... I just need it. Tiffany ... modeling with a man ... so sexy. I just need it badly. Just fuck me!”

Steve turned his head in the direction of our daughter’s bedroom, then looked back at me with a smirk, fully comprehending my situation. Steve lowered me a little so his entire shaft slid and rested against my wet sex.

“So watching our girl model with a man made you hot, huh?” he teased. He moved his hips so he slid even more against me, stimulating ever nerve in my body. If he didn’t stick it in soon I was sure I’d start to rut and pant like a dog. I gave him a grunt in confirmation.

Steve had mercy on me and kissed me back while driving his thick cock deep into my steaming hot pussy. My body seemed to pulse and drink him into me.

I screamed in pleasure, not thinking if my daughter could hear me. Steve wrapped his arms around me and held me tight so he could alternate between moving his own hips or moving me to fuck. I felt like his own little fuck-toy and loved it. His grunts joined my yelps as he satisfied my craving.

“Tell me. I want you to say it. Tell me how hot it was,” he commanded. I loved when he takes control like this. Underneath his calm exterior there was a man who knew how to channel his strength.

My eyes were squeezed shut and face contorted as all I could focus on was the intense pleasure of his pounding. I whimpered out. “It was so hot ... she took so much cum in her mouth and on her face ... her pussy was so perfect.”

Steve seemed to love it and went deeper.

“You liked to see her pretty pussy?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“And you liked to see her suck cock?”

“Yes, Yes! I loved it!”

“Did you want to fuck the model?”

I opened my eyes and looked at him with somewhat sad but yearning eyes. I nodded my head yes. God help me, I wanted them both.

“My silly girl. You held yourself back. Tsk, tsk. Never again.”

Without taking his dick out of me, he began to make his way out of the room. He had a wicked look in his eyes. His cock was bottomed out in me and with every step it bounced pleasure through me.

“What are you doing?” I said, startled that we were going out in the open.

Instead of answering he laid me on the couch gently and put a finger to his lips. “Shhh.”

He kept my legs in the air and drove himself into me hard. I let out a gasp, but he quickly covered my mouth and got to a steady rhythm as he fucked me long and deep.

I whimpered with pleasure underneath his heavy hand and tried to keep quiet so Tiffany didn’t hear us. Soon I could make out the sounds of her getting fucked in the other room.

Steve looked at me to make sure I had heard, then picked up the pace.

My tits bounced on my chest and I raised my hands to steady myself on the back of the couch.

“Yes, yes, yes!” we heard from the other room.

“Oh, you are so fucking tight,” I heard Martin say in reply.

I gave several muffled moans and Steve slowed his pace. He slid his dick in and out of me slowly, massaging my tits with love. I looked him in the eyes and could see that he was enjoying the sounds of our daughter as well. I brought my hand to my pussy and rubbed my clit, bringing the penetrating pleasure of his cock to a general warm feeling that spread throughout my body. We were both so depraved in the moment, and I knew I loved that filthiness.

He took his hand off my mouth and made deep eye contact with me. We were both on board. We were going to fuck while listening to our daughter, and we weren’t going to make a peep. It didn’t take long before he needed to clamp his hand down on me again, however. My orgasm was intense and I groaned under his palm. He smiled as he watched me cum then picked up his pace. I could tell that the situation was just too hot for him to hold back for long either. Soon, he filled me up, letting out a deep rumble of a moan. He slowed, letting all his cum leak out of his cock into me.

To our surprise, we could still hear the young couple’s fucking through the wall. Owe it to his youth, or that he had already cum that day, but Martin giving our daughter a very long fucking. Steve slide out of me and held my hand as we did our best to make it back to our room quietly. I could feel that the evidence of our time was dripping out all over the shared area.

Steve and I lay in bed, sweaty and exhausted as he stroked my hair. He had a beautiful contented smile on his face and I ran my hands along his muscular arms, still awash with the warmth from our sex.

His stroking stopped for a second. “Today on the beach, there was no sand on your hands was there? You just wanted to see my reaction to Diane rubbing me down.”

I smiled. “You know I don’t mind sharing you.” Then I opened my eyes to look at him. “Are we insane?” I asked him.

His smiled broadened. “No, honey. We just have a very, very loving family.”

We feel asleep holding each other, too exhausted to clean up.


I woke in the morning after a deep dreamless sleep feeling incredible. I don’t know when the last time was that I felt so rested in all my life. The resort sheets were premium and felt like silk against my skin. I guess when you know your guests won’t have pajamas between their skin and the sheets, you don’t scrimp.

I heard the shower running which made me realize that I desperately needed one as well. Between the plane, the beach, and the sex, I was filthy. I turned to see the bed next to me was empty and guessed it would be Steve in the shower.

The light was bright outside and I could see through our large windows that it would be a wonderful clear day. I got up and stretched in front of the window, not caring that passerby’s would be able to see my fully nude body. I made my way to the living room and was about to enter the shower when Tiffany emerged from her room.

Even after a night like she had, she looked bright eyed and fresh. Her blonde hair seemed like it was all without a misplaced strand, and her usually white skin was taking on a slight golden hue.

“Morning mom,” she said while stretching her arms.

“Morning sweetie,” I replied. “Sleep well?” I knew she must have after all of that.

“Oh yea. I don’t know what it is about this place, but you can’t help but feel amazing.”

Last night’s escapades came to mind, and I felt a naughty tingle. “I bet you feel amazing after that night with Martin. He seemed to be taking excellent care of you.”

Her eyes widened a bit, “You heard that? I wasn’t sure when you guys got back.” Her eyes softened a bit. “Is that OK that I brought someone back to the room? And everything at the photoshoot? That must have been a lot for you.”

I closed the distance between us and enveloped her in hug, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Everything is perfectly fine darling. Your dad and I trust you.” I remember her getting basted with cum by Martin, and me egging them on. “What happened at the photoshoot was as much my doing as yours. I should apologize for pushing you at all. That wasn’t right as your mom, and it wasn’t right without checking with you first.”

“Oh no mom,” she said and squeezed me tighter. “I felt really safe with you there. And Martin was just so sexy I couldn’t help but get swept away. I’m glad you weren’t freaked out watching me like that.”

“Actually, hearing that was really ... inspiring ... for your father and I. It’s almost like your dad wanted to compete with that young stud.”

She pulled her head back to look at me, “Oh yea? You guys get up to a lot last night too?”

“There’s a reason I am so desperate to shower this morning,” I looked to the bathroom. “Come on, let’s go together. It’s big enough and it’s not like we need to worry about keeping modest!”

She seemed delighted by the idea and I took her hand and we walked over to the bathroom. The room was already steamed up quite a bit and I could see Steve’s outline through the fogged glass. I opened the door and felt the heat hit me as the steam tried to escape.

Steve turned around, his soft cock swaying before him. He smiled when he saw me. “I was hoping you’d join me,” then seemed a little taken aback when he saw Tiffany enter right behind me. “So I guess this is a family shower then?”

“It was mom’s idea if can you believe it,” Tiffany said quickly.

Steve smiled at me and, likely thinking of last night, I am sure he could believe it.

The shower was large and had a traditional faucet on one side and a rain faucet above. Steve turned on the rain faucet so Tiffany and I wouldn’t be standing there without any water. I ran my hands through my hair to let the water really soak in and saw Tiffany doing the same. This was so nice, all of us together. The last time we had a shower or bath together, Tiffany must have been tiny.

“Here, let me,” I said, feeling suddenly brought back to closer times. I lathered up my hands with shampoo and started to massage it into Tiffany’s scalp while she had her back to me.

“Mmm, mom. That feels great.”

As I massaged, I watched the water cascading down her perfect skin and between the crack of her ass. I put more shampoo into my palm as I saturated the rest of her long hair, and pulled it up in a kind of ponytail to massage it into the back of her scalp more. I moved her so she was turned to face me and kept my massage of her scalp going. She kept her eyes closed and has a blissful smile on her face. She was so close, I had to resist the urge to kiss her. Things were getting maybe too intimate at this resort.

When I was done, Tiffany returned the favor and gave me such a great scalp massage that I worried I would pass out right there in the steam. When she turned me, I became aware that Steve was just watching the whole scene play out, looking the happiest I’ve ever seen him.

“Enjoying the show? You must have been fully clean already ten minutes ago” I teased him.

“Of course. I’ve got the two most gorgeous girls in the world in the shower with me right here. What more could a man want?”

I leaned forward and gave him hug, and was pleased when I felt Tiffany come right behind me. The feeling of their wet slick skin, made even more so by the soap, felt incredible.

The moment was broken only when Tiffany interjected with, “Dad ... is that?”

“Oops, sorry. I guess given the situation it was impossible to keep him down,” Steve said but making no effort to move.

Sure enough, Steve’s dick was getting hard. I laughed it off. “Well, seeing us, what else is supposed to happen. I know you had your fun with Martin, but your father is still quite the healthy stud.”

“Honey!” Steve said and threw a soapy washcloth in my direction, “You’re obviously still very dirty. Do you need me to come wash you off?”

What proceeded was what one could only call a strange family wrestling match where the goal was to clean the other person as thoroughly as possible. No one minded if there were some gropes or slips (I am sure my fingers grazed Tiffany’s pussy on several occasions. And heaven knows how often Steve’s hard-on slapped Tiffany). As a family, we had plenty of times when we played like this in the pool or in the house, with clothes of course. It all felt natural, and erotic but not sexual.

We headed out, and I felt proud that I no longer needed to wear any sort of bathing suite. One day in and I was as free as a bird. I walked with an arm around Tiffany as we chatted about nothing.

The breakfast spread was incredible and the coffee tasted like the best I’d ever had. I looked around the room and surveyed the rest of the guests. Everyone was smiling and enjoying their company. I tried to recall other resort breakfasts I’d had and they were usually quiet, staid affairs where people geared themselves up for the day largely joylessly.

We then moved on to the beach and set ourselves out in the sun to relax. Diane and her son joined us eventually and I was happy to see them. I hoped they noticed that I was more relaxed and fitting in better. Things passed like they would on any normal beach day. There were moments of difference here and there though.

At one point I was rubbing in sunscreen to Diane’s back while she laid down, ass slightly in the air. I admired how smooth and pale her skin remained, despite the time in the sun. Her red hair was brightened that much more so when compared against that skin. I had to laugh when I looked over and caught both Steve and Jason staring at the scene with clear interest.

I leaned over, pressing my body against Diane’s to reach up to her ear, and whispered, “Don’t look now, but I’m pretty sure my husband wants to fuck you.”

Without opening her eyes, she gave wry smile. “And I KNOW my son wants to fuck you. Maybe we swap?” She and I giggled, to which the boys smiled but looked confused.

At some point Diane invited me to go and check out the pool bar when she realized I hadn’t been yet. We took turns rinsing in the outdoor shower and waded into the perfect waters of the pool to get to the swim-up bar. The temperature difference between my body and the water was almost non-existent which felt amazing. We swam up and took two stools between a pair of twin girls on one side and some sun-crisped overweight men in dark sunglasses on the other. We each got strong, fruity drinks and settled in.

“You look so much more relaxed,” Diane said.

“Thank you. I think I am fully settled in to this place now. I can’t believe how magical it can be. It’s so easy to get used to anything here.”

“I know what you mean,” she said, smiling as if remembering a past experience. “How are you, Steve and Tiffany. Are you feeling closer yet?”

“I am! That’s the best part. Maybe we just needed time away together to find each other again. Things feel connected, playful and easy. Just like they used to be.”

Diane put her arm around me and leaned her head into my shoulder. “I’m so happy for you. I really think getting to a place that doesn’t have any of the same boundaries and hang-ups as home is the key.”

I laughed, feeling a bit brave. “No hang-ups for sure. Can I tell you something?”

Diane’s smile broadened. “Please do.”

“Steve and I have an excellent sex life...”

“Ha, that is what you needed to tell me? Honey, your husband’s a stud. I figured already.”

“No, no. I mean we have great sex all the time. But last night was incredible. And I think it’s because we were turned on hearing our daughter fucking some guy in the next room,” I said in a rush. I felt my face get red as I said it. I had no idea why I was pouring this out to her. She was my colleague’s wife for god sakes. What if this got back to the office.

“Oh, I get that. Your daughter is incredibly sexy and you’d have to be made of stone to not get turned on by her.” she said to my relief.

“Really? You don’t think we are freaks?”

“Not at all. I am sure you have noticed already, but there is just something about this place that brings all your hidden feelings up in a more honest way. We used to joke that it was some kind of ‘resort magic.’ And, I don’t think John will care about me saying this ... seeing as how we are new best friends ... but our kids turn us on all the time.”

I was feeling relieved and my guards were dropping more and more. “I haven’t met your daughter, but Jason is quit the handsome man.” I don’t know what made me do this, but I wanted to push things further. “And I mean ... he’s got a hell of a package.”

Diane pulled back and looked scandalized. My stomach turned, fearing I had misjudged the conversation and made a gross overreach. She then laughed and leaned in close again. “That kid fucks like crazy. Let’s just say he takes advantage of our open door policy at home and I’ve seen him in action many times.”

It was my turn to feel scandalized. “You mean...”

Diane pressed on. “He takes after his father. He is a machine and I’ve never seen anyone leave unsatisfied.” She sipped her margarita with a proud look on her face. In the brief time that I knew her, Diane was always fun and sparkly, but the drinks clearly brought out an even spicier side.

I let my guard down again, remembering what I had shared with her. Was I really going to prude out now? “Well that I’d have to see.”

Diane brightened up. “He would love that! He won’t stop talking about your tits.”

I blushed. “Oh, stop.”

“No, I’m serious. I wasn’t joking on the beach. He is absolutely dying to get at those. He’s very much a boob-guy. Last year when we were here he all but fell in love with a young girl with the most beautiful pair of enormous tits.”

I felt flattered that such a young guy like that would be so enamored by me, but also it was getting harder and harder to take in stride how she was talking about her son. I shrugged it off internally and gave her a cheers with my drink.

“To the eyes of younger men. May they never waiver,” I proclaimed, and we both had a laugh. I don’t think the old guys next to us appreciated it, but the twins thought it was hilarious and joined in.

Diane and I drank and had small bar snacks for a while longer until Jason swam up to join us.

“Ladies,” he said in an exaggerated voice.

“Hi sweetie!” Diane cried, or should I say slurred since she was more than a few drinks in. She gave him a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips. “Are you joining us for drinks!”

He laughed, but kept one arm around his mother. “Actually, I could use a detox, so I was going to check out the new Turkish style bath area that they put in since we were here last year. Wanna come? You look like you need to sweat some of this out,” he said pointing to her drinks.

“But I’m with my new best friend Suzy. You remember Suzy, right?” she laughed. “Or at least you remember Suzy’s two friends?” She reached over and gave my tits a little squeeze and I laughed while swatting her hands away. Ooof, we were both kind of tipsy.

I turned to Jason, “Don’t mind your mom. She really loves the margaritas.” I looked past him to the beach areas to see if anyone else was coming. “Were Tiffany and Jason coming up too?”

Jason shrugged. “I think they went to walk down to where the beach volleyball is set up near the edge of the resorts area. That was a while ago, though.”

My heart sank a bit. Apparently one morning of light frivolity wasn’t enough to rid me of my jealousy at their relationship.

Jason saw the turn in my mood. “Hey, they’ll be back soon, probably.” Then his face brightened in a flash. “Why don’t you come with us to the spa? It’s fantastic. And I am sure you’ve had just as many as my mom here, so you too could use the detox.”

I looked at him, enjoying the clear eagerness in his eyes as he pushed for a chance to spend more time with me. Exactly what I wanted, but not exactly from the right person.

“Yea, sure. That sounds lovely,” I heard myself saying.

“Spa day with my two favorite people!” Diane squealed and embraced us both in a hug. I was very conscious that one of my breasts was smashing into Jason, but was sure he did not mind.

We exited the pool, and dried off a bit before making our way to the spa entrance that was right off the outdoor area. Inside we were met with the typical serene and darkened, vaguely Indian/Middle-Eastern spa atmosphere. Behind the counter was a very pretty girl with extra curves and a little belly that made her incredibly alluring. She had the kind of body that made you want to touch and be held.

Jason went right to her, of course, and let her know we were interested in the new spa. While he got us situated, Diane and I toured the little front store, smelling all the soaps and infused oils.

The counter girl, Neve, took us in the back and gave us entry into the Turkish bath area. The contrast between the small intimate shop and the large open, bright space of the bath was stunning. Blue and white tiles covered every inch of the floor, walls and ceiling. The middle of the room had a marble fountain and the temperature was kept at a pleasing hot that was just below what you might expect in a sauna. The place looked like they spent a fortune to get it done. It was nice to see the exorbitant room prices went right back into the resort. It must be a labor of love for the owners.

Diane and I chose to sit on a marble bench, while Jason laid down on his back across from us on the slabs around the fountain. On the other side of the room, I could make out only one other person who seemed to be relaxing. He was an older, larger man with a thick mustache and strong, hairy arms ... and well - a hairy everything else too. He had his head down and seemed to be wanting to enjoy the heat by himself.

“Ahh, this feels good,” Diane said as she stretched her arms out, perking up her tits a bit.

“It really does,” I replied. “I hadn’t been to one of these in ages. I just remember it leaves you feeling exhausted but fresh.”

“Sounds perfect,” Diane said.

I looked over to Jason, who almost seemed to be about to snooze on the marble. His cock hung languidly to the side of his stretched out frame.

“Something caught your eye?” Diane teased.

“No, no.” I slapped her arm at her teasing. “You know this is kind of new to me. Forgive me for staring at stuff sometimes. It’s hard!”

Diane couldn’t help but giggle and gesture to her son. “No my dear. Clearly it’s very soft.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as well. “You, my friend, are very immature.”

She beamed at me then looked back to her son to admire him.

Neve entered a few minutes later to usher us into the dry sauna now that we had “warmed up.” She let us know that we would be getting scrubs and massages back in the warm room when we were done in here.

The heat hit, but not as hard as when you come straight from regular temperature. We took our seats, again with Diane and I seated and Jason laying on the bench below us.

I always loved the feeling of sweat just leaking out of you from every pore at once in these saunas. I looked to Diane whose pale skin had reddened a bit but seemed to almost glow from the sweat sheen. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breathes to deepen my relaxation. I ran my palms over my face to wipe the sweat and, enjoying the feeling, ran them over each arm as well. The sound of sweat dripping onto the wood seemed loud in the serene space. I absentmindedly kept wiping, this time over my breasts and between them which felt lovely. I could sense my stresses from earlier leaking away with every drop.

When I opened my eyes I happen to lock eyes with Jason who was watching me the entire time. I let my eyes drift down and was shocked to see that he was now fully erect.

I guess he saw where my eyes went, but made no attempt to cover up. “Oh, sorry. Are you ok with this?”

“Umm ... yea. I guess it can’t be helped sometimes. Don’t worry about it,” I tried to cool.

Diane was having none of the politeness. “I think it happens mostly when you watch a woman massage sweat from her tits, Jason.”

My eyes widened a bit in shock, but Jason just laughed. “OK, OK, so I could have looked away. But still, given the circumstances ... I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s ok, Jason. I understand,” I assured him.

“But what do you think of it?” Diane asked.

“Excuse me?” I said, taken aback by her directness. Though, maybe by this point I should have just expected it.

“His dick. What do you think of it? Isn’t it one of the nicest you’d ever seen. Or is that motherly bias.” She directed herself to Jason. “Honey, show off for your Aunty Suzy.”

Jason shrugged and stood up, making a little show turn that was comical because of his raging hard on. It did give me a nice view of his ass though.

“Well?” Diane asked. Jason too was looking at me with hopeful eyes.

I sighed in resignation to my new friend’s perversity. “It’s a lovely penis. You should be very proud.” Jason smiled. “And you have a very nice ass too,” I added. I have a bad habit of one-upmanship sometimes.

Jason’s smile got even bigger and he turned to flex and show off his ass a bit more. Diane burst out laughing and applauding both for her son but also I assumed for my willingness to go with the flow.

Their lightness was contagious and soon we were chatting and laughing easily, pushing my nagging worries about my husband and daughter to the back of my mind. The part that remained would be impossible to be rid of, as the closeness of Jason and Diane’s relationship was still a reminder of what I wished I had. At least with them, I felt a part of it for now.

Diane mentioned starting to feel a little woozy, which was our sign to head back into the warm room for our massages. The big man who had been relaxing in the corner was now standing before us with a tray of three glasses of cool water. I hadn’t realized he was not a guest but part of the staff. Of course, I couldn’t help but take a peak, which was becoming such a bad habit. Looking down I was amazed at the girth of this powerful man’s cock. Even considering his large body, he was packing a serious piece of meat.

“Drink,” is all he to us said in heavily accented English. We accepted his offer and replenished our bodies with the water. My hand was cool from the cups condensation and I ran it along my body to feel the thrilling sensation. My skin felt so slick from sweat, but in a very clean way. I could taste my own sweetness on my lips after drinking the water.

The man ushered for Diane and I to lay on the flat marble slab in the middle near the fountain. He looked to Jason. “You will help,” he said and handed him a bucket of water and a rough looking towel. “Watch me, then you do same,” he said as stood in front of Diane and pointed to direct Jason in front of me.

Jason seemed confused but attentive, as if really wanting to do a good job but not really knowing what he was being asked. I was right there with him. Jason was going to be giving me my massage?

Diane looked at me with a smile and mouthed, ‘Is that ok?’

I just nodded and looked to Jason. While I was a little miffed I wouldn’t be getting the full spa experience from a professional, I couldn’t lie to myself that I was happy to have this young man rub me down. And judging from his hard on, I think he was ok with having a legitimate excuse to roam freely over my body.

The gruff man then gently poured the water over Diane and looked to Jason to do the same. He did so, and I was pleased to feel that the water was not shocking cold but body temperature. The man then lifted Diane’s arm and looked to Jason to follow suit. Jason looked down at me and smiled, stepping forward to mimic his action. It was not lost on me at all that I was basically looking straight up at his very hard cock. He ‘respectfully’ aimed it away from my face. The man then put his hand into an opening in the towel so it acted like a mitt and began scrubbing Diane’s arm and hand with vigor.

Diane was smiling over at me, likely enjoying the scene of her son’s cock in my face before he began. As soon as the scrubbing started her smile disappeared however and was replaced by a wince. “Ow,” she exclaimed. “This is rough.”

 
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