Last Resort by Eccho

Last Resort by Eccho

Uncover the thrilling narrative of 'Last Resort' by Eccho, a captivating adult sex story that explores desire, passion, and unexpected encounters. Dive into a world of sensual escapades and intriguing characters. Read now for an unforgettable experience!<br/>

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“Ok, listen,” mom says, stopping in front of our room, “Just because I made a bit of an oopsie doesn’t mean we can’t have any fun right?”

“Mom-” I say before being interrupted,

“I mean, sure, I should’ve paid more attention to everything before making such an impulsive and financially commanding decision, but I just wanted to do something special for us.”

“Mom, it’s fi-”

“I mean, we’ve been working so hard and with everything with your father and the house and your friends and the stresses of everything, I just wanted to make sure that we could just have a relaxing two weeks. I’m sorry. I’m so so-”

“Mom!”

I hold her in place by her arms, not wanting to see her cry from being so hysterical.

“It’s ok,” I continue, “It was just a bit of an accident. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re human at the end of the day. So what if we’re in a nudist resort? It’s still a resort. We just gotta not be in each other’s space that much. It shouldn’t stop us from having fun. The weather’s nice, the activities are fun, there’s promise of attractive guys for you and some scrumptious ladies for me, we can still have a good time. No need to beat yourself up, ok?”

She takes a breath before saying,

“You’re right. You’re absolutely right. Just as long as we don’t bring the outside norm inside.”

“Right there with ya. Once that door closes, we retreat to our rooms and clothes are on. Simple as that.”

“Exactly. Also, I’ll thank you to refrain from insinuating such perverted topics.”

“Mom, we’re both adults. I’m a big boy. I know about the sex and the breasticles and the boy and the girl fun time alone times. No need to shield me from them anymore. Just as long as we keep those escapades to ourselves, there’s no need to run away from the facts.”

“I guess you’re right about that, too, But I’m still your mother so at least keep it at a minimum.”

“No promises.”

She playfully rolls her eyes before unlocking the door and giving access to our…shared…one bedroom…oh…I take a look at mom’s face and the look of shame returns as she brings her hands to her face. Again, wanting to cheer her up, I say,

“Umm…Ok…Not that bad. As long as we just communicate properly, we should be good. We just warn each other when we’re about to go out. Sound good?”

No response. Alright, guess words aren’t gonna be enough to convince her now. Hopefully, the fun she’s gonna have will do all the convincing she needs. Please let that be the case.

After settling in, I decide to get the ball rolling and step out so that she’ll have fun on her own. Not only that, but I saw quite a few girls that I wanna shoot my shot with. So I head over to mom, who’s sitting on the edge of the bed, looking dead inside, before saying,

“Alright, I’m gonna head to the pool area. Please just promise me you’ll have fun, too. Like you said, we kinda need this. We need to relax. Plus, if you don’t that could just be a huge waste of money. And this place is too nice for that to be the case. So just get out there. Meet some guys…or girls if that’s what you wanna do. Mingle. I won’t judge.”

She gives me a look of confusion and disgust from my proposal, but I give her a look telling her that I’m serious about her having fun because I care about her well being. She then concedes to my subliminal message, saying,

“Ok, you win. I’ll go after you’re out of sight. I wouldn’t want the image of your mother naked edged in your mind while you’re trying to have your fun.”

“Thank you…I guess.”

Yeah, you didn’t really do me any favors by saying that, mommy. But she said she would have fun and that’s all I care about right now. So I give her a hug and a kiss on her cheek before walking to the front of the room and stripping all the way down to my birthday suit and placing my clothes in the nearby closet. Once I’m done with that, I turn my attention to the door.

But before I bring a hand to the doorknob, I find myself struggling. I’m about to intentionally walk around in front of a bunch of strangers with my dick hanging out. Something I haven’t done since I was 3. But this time, I won’t get my ass beat for it. But it’s still so weird. I’ve always been programmed to have my naughtiest bits covered. And now, as per the policy of where I’m residing, I’m just supposed to act as if that idea was never conceived. It’s definitely gonna need some getting used to, but I’ve got the time.

The day eventually ends and I head back to the room in defeat. I completely struck out. I’m so unlucky, it’s not even funny. Every girl I came into contact with either had an overprotective father, brother, or boyfriend. And when they were on the more mature scale, they were entirely reluctant because they thought I was too young for them. Fuck my life.

But it’s fine. I’ve got an entire 2 weeks in this resort. And it’s just the first day. If we were to just let the first of anything determine how the rest goes, we’d be dead as a species. I’m sure to get lucky at least once. This is a resort at the end of the day. People come and go every day. Someone’s bound to come around and look for some carefree fun.

I open the room door and step inside of the room. Before it even closes, I spot mom lying in bed, sleeping blissfully. I know that look. Someone’s been having fun this entire day. At least one of us did. I guess that’s good enough for me. She’s seemed so stressed lately. I’m so glad that she found someone to take that away.

It doesn’t even surprise me that she’s done it so soon, either. She’s a complete knockout. Her curly blonde hair, her adorable face, and her perky c cup chest and curvy rear are just magnets for men everywhere like moths to a flame. But I do wish she had the frame of mind to properly…clean up. She’s clearly taken some effort, but I still see lines of semen on her cheek and chest. Thankfully, she’s turned away from my side of the bed. I don’t want any of her residue rubbing off on me. That would just be gross and messy.

I take care of my hygienics before getting dressed and heading to bed. As I settle in on my side of the bed and try to drift off to sleep, it soon proves to be a bit of a challenge as mom starts making uncomfortable noises in her sleep. She starts giggling and lightly moaning as she enjoys her subconscious utopia. Ok, I’m happy for her, I really am, but she’s really making me consider purchasing a room for myself.

Eventually, I manage to doze off and get a decent amount of sleep. When I wake up, I notice that it’s a bit earlier than when I typically wake up. I look at the clock, absolutely stunned. It’s 8:34. AM. Huh. So this is what it’s like to be up at the same time as a productive human being.

I look over at mom, who’s still sleeping like a baby. She looks so peaceful. The more I observe her, the more I realize how she was the best thing that guy experienced in this place. I think I’m getting a bit…jealous. And that’s enough of that thought. Time to get the day started.

I tend to my hygiene and take a look at the activities list to see what I can do at this hour. Ooo, looks like the hot springs are open. Awesome. Gives me the chance to look at these mountains. And that’s always a treat.

After stealthily making my way out of the room, being sure not to wake mom up, I head over to the hot springs. Once I’m there, I waste no time taking my seat and taking in the serenity of the setting before me. Nature really is the perfect picture. A true work of art. Kudos to whoever’s idea it was. What’s even better is the fact that I’m all alone. I guess it’s too early for people to wander about. The ultimate win.

But as I’m basking in the sight of the mountains and trees and the feeling of soothing hot water on my body, I hear someone step into the water and sit right next to me. I then hear mom’s voice saying,

“Nice, isn’t it?”

“Understatement of the century,” I reply, never taking my eyes off the scenery,

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Well, from the looks of the results last night, it would seem that I’m not the only one enjoying myself.”

Silence. I look over to her and she’s as red as a cherry. I chuckle before saying,

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed. You’re paying for all of this. If you wanna do the dance with no pants like it’s France with no romance, who am I to judge?”

“You’re just hellbent on embarrassing your mommy, aren’t you?” she says, placing her face in her hands, “You’re so mean.”

“It doesn’t have to be embarrassing. It’s human nature. Like I said yesterday, we’re both adults. We know what’s going on. So why run from it? Plus, remember where you are. The embarrassment feature shouldn’t even be working in your mind. We’re literally walking around naked. So relax.”

She takes a breath, calming herself down before nodding.

“You’re right…Yeah, you’re right,” she says, “It’s the nature of the resort. No shame. No embarrassment.”

“Exactly. So how was it?”

She blushes even more, but our conversation seems to be taking effect, causing her to relax a bit.

“He was…nice,” she says hesitantly,

“Oh, come on,” I encourage, “You were smiling pretty wide for the only de***********ion to be ‘nice’.”

“You’re still my son, thooough. Even if you weren’t, I’m not really someone who kisses and tells.”

“Well, why not start with me? Yeah, I’m your son, but so what? It’s common practice for people with a strong enough relationship to tell each other everything.”

“I guess that’s true.”

“See? So come on, spill.”

“Ok, ok. Well, at first, he was…tender, gentle, considerate of me, he was just amazing. Then we kept going and…he was so firm. He touched me just right. He knew exactly which buttons to push. I can practically feel him now…He made me feel so…feel so-…”

Wow, she’s really getting into it. Her breathing is getting rapid and her hands are practically glued to her tits as she toys with herself. I should probably stop this, but her sounds of enjoyment as she relives the moment along with her cute little faces kinda put a halt to that plan. It’s probably wrong of me to have those as reasons, but the more I observe, the less I’m starting to care.