Incest Quarantined with Mom

[neerathemall]

An hour later. The ship left the port and many of the passengers stood outside to have a final look at the island. My mother and I stood next to each other on the deck while drinking the juice. We both agreed that the drink was delicious, whatever it was.
"This view is so amazing," she said, looking towards the ocean. "I'll never get tired of it. It really takes your breath away."
"Exactly. I'm glad you invited me."
"You are?" my mother asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, of course," I replied, as if defending myself. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Nevermind. It's just seems as though you're a little bit uncomfortable at times with this whole arrangement, ever since the trip started. That's all."
"Because you're my mom, and we're surrounded by people who are constantly kissing?" I playfully replied. "That might have something to do with it."
"Fair enough," she nodded. "It's an unusual situation. I don't mind if you feel uneasy with it."
"What about when the man who sold us these drinks thought we were dating?"
"What about it?" she asked.
"You looked really embarrassed."
"That's different."
"Why?"
"It just is," she replied sternly. "Women are judged differently. He probably thought I was some sort of 'cougar' who chases after young men. That might have been why he was smiling so much."
"You're overreacting mom. It was a simple misunderstanding. It's not that big of a deal. Besides, you look great. You should be flattered that he thinks you can still attract handsome young men like me."
"Are you telling me how I should feel?" she asked playfully, yet sternly.
I shrugged. "At least he gave us a lot of this nice-tasting fruit juice."
We both drank more of the fresh fruit juice we were holding, and then my mother smiled in agreement.
"I certainly can't argue with that."