When Mike woke up the next morning he found that he was alone in the bed. Part of him was relieved as the events of the previous night flooded back into his mind and he knew that he wasn't quite sure how either he or his mom would view the events in the bright sunshine of the new day. He called out to see if she was in the bathroom but the silence of the room let him know he was alone. He lay in bed for a while longer before he finally got up and looked at the clock to see that it was just about two in the afternoon.
He went into the bathroom and when he came out he found a note near the door that read, "Hi Mike. You were still sound asleep so I went to work out and then hang out by the pool. See you soon. Love, Mom."
His first stop after leaving the cabin was the closest restaurant to get something to eat as he was starving. He finished his meal while reading a copy of the USA Today. How did they get those on the ship anyway, he wondered to himself. After he ate he slowly walked around the outside of the ship and tried to clear his mind a little. He still wasn't quite sure how he would react, or perhaps more importantly, how his mom would react when they did see each other today. He took his time and finally made his way back to the cabin where he put on his bathing suit and headed toward the pool where they had been hanging out previously.
He turned the corner onto the pool deck and saw her sitting in one of the big chairs next to the pool. Beside her was an empty chair with her stuff on it that she must have been saving for him. She currently was involved in a conversation with a couple that sat on the other side of her as she sipped a huge mixed drink. He immediately noticed that she was wearing a different bathing suit today than she had been before. This one had spaghetti straps that went up and around her neck. The pieces of fabric covering her tits were smaller than her previous suit and left much more of her cleavage exposed as well as some of the upper part of each tit. It was definitely more racy than her other suit but nothing that would cause heads to turn in shock among the variety of thongs and skimpy bikinis that some of the other women were wearing.
She caught sight of him as he was about halfway over to her and gave a big smile and wave. He made his way over to her and sat down on the chair as she gave him a very cheery hello. She introduced him to the other couple, but almost as soon as he arrived the other couple got up and said goodbye.
"I take it you slept well," she teased after the couple had walked away.
"Yup," Mike said deciding it would be better to leave out the part about him lying awake for several hours after he got in bed.
"Me too," she said, "I slept like a baby. That massage was just the thing I needed to get me really relaxed." She paused a moment and then added, "You really are quite talented you know."
Mike looked at her slightly surprised by the comment. There clearly could have been a double meaning to what she said but nothing about her tone or body language led him to believe that she meant anything sexual. Despite that Mike selected his words carefully and then said, "Thanks. I really enjoyed your work also."
Wendy didn't say anything else but Mike thought he detected her blushing slightly at the intended sexual innuendo of his comment. Wendy got up and dove into the pool and swam a few laps back and forth while Mike casually watched her. He had wondered if the bright afternoon light would make him feel differently about the previous night. Perhaps the light would bring shame or the light would make her look less sexy and appealing than she certainly had looked during the massage.
He watched her walk to the pool and then swim and bob around in the water for a while before she emerged from the water dripping wet and walked back to her chair before picking up a towel and drying off. Watching her walk toward him with the pool water dripping down her chest and stomach as she adjusted her hair did nothing to make her look less sexy in his eyes. Instead, he was struck, perhaps for the first time, with the vision of her not as his mom but as a really hot older woman.
She sat down next to him and picked up her book. Mike watched the other couples in and around the pool and began to feel a little embarrassed about what he was feeling. Did he really just sit there and lustfully stare at his own mother and think of her as a hot older woman? He picked up his own book and tried to push those thoughts out of his mind.
A little while later she leaned over toward him and said, "That nice other couple was telling me about a dance club on the ship that is really fun. If you are game I was thinking we could get a nice dinner and then check that out." Mike agreed that it sounded like a fun plan and Wendy excused herself for a moment. Mike watched her walk over to the poolside bar, use the phone, and then walk back toward him.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"Oh," she said, "they also gave me a tip about a small, formal restaurant that requires reservations."
"Formal?" Mike asked.
"Yes," she answered, "I know this sounds silly but I was kind of hoping that we could get dressed up for dinner tonight."
"But I didn't bring anything formal with me," Mike said.
"Me neither," she giggled, "I was hoping that we could do a little shopping now and buy ourselves something to wear. I hope you don't think I'm being too girlie or silly," she added.