"That sounds great," Mike lied. That didn't really sound like his idea of fun at all but he couldn't deny that she truly seemed to be happy and enjoying the idea. The whole point of this trip was to help her feel better so he didn't want to be the wet blanket over her happy plans. They gathered up their things and stopped off at the cabin to drop off their books and change out of their bathing suits. They each threw on some shorts and a tee shirt and they headed out to the shopping area on the ship.
Mike didn't think the ship was going to have good shopping, but he was impressed with the variety of stores on board. At Wendy's suggestion they split up and set a meeting point. They would each get their own outfit and when they were done they would wait for the other person. When Mike teased her that the whole thing seemed a little mysterious she countered that he was welcome to sit outside the dressing room and wait for her while she tried on some things. That was enough to convince him to agree to her plan.
He knew that she would take longer than him (assuming that her shopping patterns hadn't also changed) so he strolled along and looked in several of the shops before finally making a purchase. He bought a jacket, dress pants, a new shirt, tie, socks, and shoes. The whole thing set him back about double what he would pay back at home, but he was making good money at his job so he wasn't too worried about that. The store fit everything for him and then wrapped it in a plastic bag for the walk back to the cabin.
Even with his stalling he still ended up waiting nearly an hour for Wendy at their designated meeting spot. When she finally had finished she had a large plastic bag with a hanger just like Mike's in addition to about 5 other bags from different stores. "Geez," Mike teased, "did you leave yourself any money for the rest of the trip?"
"This is on Tom," she said with a laugh. They started walking back to their cabin as she explained, "I still have this one credit card that is actually his account but has a card with my name on it. He'll be in for quite a surprise when he gets that bill next month."
They walked a little farther and then she said, "Do you mind taking a small detour?" She led him outside onto the deck and then walked over the railing. They looked out over the blue ocean water for a moment before she asked Mike to hold all her bags. Mike took everything and she rummaged in her purse until she found what she was looking for and pulled out a single credit card. "This is pretty much my one last tie to him," she said, "and now that I have had my petty little revenge on him with this shopping I don't want to think about it or him any more." With that she tossed the card over the railing and she and Mike watched it drift down in the breeze until they couldn't see it any longer in the sun's glare off the water. "Come on," she said turning back to Mike and taking back her various shopping bags, "we need to get ready for dinner."
Back in the room Wendy said she wanted to shower first so Mike waited on the bed while she took a very long shower. She came out again wrapped in just a towel with a second towel coiled on top of her head. She brought out her hair dryer and all the other bags and things she had been keeping in the bathroom and said that she would get ready in the cabin while Mike used the shower.
Mike took his own shower, shaved, and got himself dressed up for the night. He stepped out of the bathroom and saw Wendy applying her make up with a small travel mirror. "Great," she said, "I'll be right out." She then disappeared into the bathroom with a couple of small bags.
Mike waited for a short while longer and then heard the bathroom door start to open. It opened all the way and Wendy stepped out into full view. Mike whistled and joked that she looked so good that some other guy would probably ask her out right in the middle of dinner. Wendy smiled at the compliment and picked up a small black purse on their way out of the cabin.
As Mike walked next to her holding her arm on their way to the restaurant he couldn't believe how good she looked. He had made a joke to her when he first saw her to try and conceal his true reaction. Truly, when he saw her he felt his stomach knot and his cock tingle, but those were things that he thought it probably was best not to share with her.
She had purchased a silky black dress that hugged her body perfectly. It was just tight enough to be sensual and teasing but not so tight that it was slutty or in bad taste. The neckline of the top plunged well down into her cleavage and left the hypnotic sight of her cleavage in full view. The dress stopped just over her knees but had a slit up one side that went up just beyond the middle of one of her thighs. She didn't wear any nylons but she didn't need to as the past few days of sitting out by the pool had left her legs, and the rest of her body, with a deep, rich tan. Her shoes had black high heels and only had two small straps over the top of her feet.
What had really struck Mike, however, were the details of how she was dressed. Around her neck she wore a single strand of pearls that gleamed bright white against her deeply tanned skin. Both her finger and toenails were painted a deep red that very nearly matched the shade of lipstick she had selected. Her hair was perfectly done and perhaps even seemed a little more curly tonight than he had seen it before. All in all, the outfit made Mike feel things that sons were not supposed to feel about their mothers.
For her part Wendy made a big fuss about how good Mike looked. She commented that she really hadn't seen him dressed up since his college graduation. When she was nearly finished complimenting him just as they arrived at the restaurant she concluded by saying, "Michael, you are truly a fine looking man." There didn't seem to be anything overly sexual about her tone or voice but the phrase and the compliment made the hairs on the back of Mike's neck stand up and he again felt the knot in his stomach and the tingling in his crotch.
The couple hadn't been wrong about this restaurant. The food was amazing, the service as impeccable, and the ambiance was wonderfully romantic and secluded. It was exactly the kind of place that Mike would have loved to have taken Cindy back home but tonight he found himself enjoying the experience fully with his mom. They sat across from each other at a very small table and shared a couple of bottles of wine during the course of the meal. On more than one occasion Mike stole glimpses at her deep cleavage or the soft round outline of her breast when she was looking the other way. Every time he felt a mixture of excitement and disbelief that he was having the feelings.
They lingered at the dinner table late into the night before Mike finally paid the large bill and they left. As they walked out of the restaurant and followed the host's directions to the nightclub Mike started to feel the effects of the two bottles of wine they had shared. He was certainly a little drunk and guessing from her speech and actions his mom was the same.
They found the nightclub and worked their way through the hordes of people sitting at and standing around the tables near the door. They moved over to the bar and ordered more drinks. About halfway through the drinks Wendy leaned toward Mike and said, "Can I take you up on that offer to dance?"