But eventually, our current setting settles in my mind. If someone were to walk in on this, it could probably raise a few unwanted questions. So not wanting that as a result, without thinking, I lean over to her and separate her hands from her chest, saying,
“Ok, let’s not get too carried away and make a mess in the springs, yeah?”
She looks at me with her emerald green eyes complimented by her glasses as the full weight of what’s going on settless in her mind.
“O-oh, I’m sorry,” she says, blushing wildly, “I guess I-…I got a bit…carried away…Lost control there a bit, huh?”
“It’s fine,” I reply, “Just be a bit more aware, you know?”
“D-duly noted.”
I poke her nose before settling back down in my spot. But just as soon as I do, she stands up, saying,
“Well, I’ve had my fill on the springs. I’m gonna go see what else is available at this hour. See you at dinner, hon.”
She then walks off, leaving me to my thoughts of what just happened. Damn. I was really just centimeters away from molesting my own mother.
The day goes on and I just completely avoid going to our room. Both because I refuse to even look in that direction until I find a girl and more importantly, I don’t wanna run the risk of mom being there and making things awkward. There’s no way she didn’t see my boner. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that it was because of her story. And if that wasn’t creepy enough, it was so close to her center when I grabbed her hands. She definitely needs space.
So I traverse the resort, taking in the sight of both the beauty and the booty. Eventually, I finally spot a girl sitting on a bench who looks like she’s on her own. She’s a caramel skinned beauty with hazel brown eyes, shoulder length curly hair, and a nice pair of b cup tits. She almost looks like she’s dying on the inside right now, like she’s being held here against her will. She’s trying her best to cover up by folding her arms and squeezing her legs shut as tight as she can. Well, what better way to bring someone out of their comfort zone than a bit of company. I head over to her, saying in a joking tone,
“First time?”
“Is it that obvious?” she asks,
“Well, you’re covering up in a nudist resort, so…a bit.”
“Yeah. I just wanted to see what this was like. A cousin of mine made me promise to try it as soon as I turned 18, so here I am. It’s a bit…different than I expected.”
“It is overwhelming, huh? It’s always a fun thought until it’s actually executed.”
“Truer words have never been spoken.”
We share a light chuckle at the statement. It seems she’s opening up a bit. Now, if only she’d do so literally.
“So you plan on covering up forever?”
“No…I just…Need time to…get used to it. I probably should’ve mentally come to terms with it before, but…I don’t know. It’s weird.”
“Well, why not just start with one person at a time?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if dozens of people at once cause this much discomfort, why don’t you just practice with a single guy first?”
“How?”
“Well, we could just go back to your place and you’ll see that there’s nothing to worry about.”
“I-…I don’t know…I don’t even know you.”
“Exactly. I’m just like everyone else here. Just someone who you’re gonna be passing by every day until you leave. No creepy comments, no unwanted stares, no reason for shielding yourself. Think of it like adjusting to a pool.”
She takes a moment to give it some thought. She then looks at me, saying,
“Um…Ok…Just-…just please don’t be weird.”
“You have my word,” I reply, “Just practice. Nothing more.”
“Thank you. Oh, and by the way, I’m Opal.”
“Chris. Nice to meet ya.”
She leads me to her room and before long, she gives permission to unload a few days of stress. And what makes it even better is she’s still a virgin. Of course, until I fixed that. She’s so tight. Her moans are heaven to the ears. This is why reserved girls are the best. Her cute little face as she rides me is euphoria that rivals no other.
“That’s it, ride my cock,” I encourage, basking in the feel of her soft chest, “Move your hips. Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you look so sexy.”
She blushes from my words, still enjoying herself as she rides me. I love this place so much. Mom really had the right idea to come here. I love her so much. She’s the best. Yeah. Mom’s the greatest. She’s so fucking great. Opal snaps me out of my thoughts, saying,
“Y-you can-…go harder…if you wa-”
I accept her proposal, earning a shocked “Eep!” as I switch our positions and pin her to the bed. I then start thrusting in and out of her, garnering more moans of approval as she grips onto the sheets. Her moans are even more hypnotizing. I can’t wait to tell mom about her. Come to think of it…she kinda sounds like mom did in the springs. I loved her voice so much. In fact, it’s almost as if she’s here, making them in person.
Too enthralled with the various sensations I’m feeling, I close my eyes and wrap my arms around Opal’s body. I embrace her as I thrust harder and faster, reaching my limit with each movement. But the more I feel her, the more familiar she feels. I swear her skin is softer. Her smell is sweeter. It’s almost like I’m in bed with…
Before I finish that thought, I feel the overwhelming sensation of my orgasm approaching. So I pull out of Opal and start stroking myself, moaning as I shoot rope after rope of my essence on her perfect toned stomach. As I ride out my orgasm, I let out a sigh in sweet relief before opening my eyes. What I see next shocks me to my core for a split second. I could’ve sworn that…no. Just post nut clarity.
“Wow,” Opal says, catching her breath, “That was…amazing.”
“Glad you enjoyed it, mo-,” I say before immediately catching myself, “Oh- fu- I mean- Opal. Yeah, Opal. Sorry.”
“Oh…I heard of this kink. I didn’t think I’d fit the…‘mommy’ role. There’s no need to apologize. I…I like it…D-daddy.”
And like that, we’re back in business.
After hours of the much needed stress relief from the adorable former virgin, time comes for me to go. We exchange numbers before saying goodbye to one another as I step out of her room and step into mine. But as the door shuts, I’m immediately met with the sight of my dear sweet mother sitting on the edge of the bed fully nude. She’s looking dead at me with a deer in headlights expression.
Wow, I’ve never seen her naked before. She’s…wow, she’s so fucking sexy. I then take notice of the ropes of cum on her tits. A bit more than I saw on her last night. I can’t look away from her. But as I’m ogling the wonderful sight of my mom’s naked body, she suddenly shields it from me, blushing wildly with the look of overwhelming guilt on her face.
“I-I’m sorry,” she says, not able to look me in the eyes, “I just wanted to see what it’s like to be naked in the and since you weren’t here, I thought you’d be a while and I forgot about the rule. Please don’t be mad. I won’t forget about it again. I swe-”
“Mom,” I say, stopping her in her tracks, “It’s fine. Remember what we discussed in the springs? You bought it, you enjoy it however the hell you want. I’m not gonna ruin your fun. So you wanna share how your day was?”
Her look of utter fear gradually melts into a look of relief as she realizes my comfort to the situation. I sit beside her, saying,
“Cause I’ve finally got a story for you, too.”
“Oh, really?” she questions with a hint of intrigue.
I guess she’s already coming around to the thought of discussing each other’s escapades.
“Yup, but ladies first. I can see you’ve had even more fun than last time.”
“Oh…uh…Sure. Well, this time wasn’t as intimate as the last, but he was still so much fun. Arguably more fun than last time.”
“Really? How so?”
“Well, he…Oh, wow, this is embarrassing.”
“Hey, remember our talk. Nothing’s embarrassing. This is a safe space. Share away.”
“Right. Right. Ok…He…I let him…finish…inside.”
“Woooah.”
“Yeah. I wasn’t too sure about it as first, but he felt so good. He was so deep. His moans were…right in my ear…He…haa~…It was so…so warm…I loved it so much…I wanted so much more…I just-…I just-…mmgn~”
She once again gets lost in her own thoughts as she relives her experience. This time, she’s getting way more into it. She grabs onto her right breast with one hand, while bringing the other to her lower half. She starts to lightly rub her center before sliding two of her fingers inside of herself, thrusting in and out of it.
Now, unlike earlier, there isn’t a chance that someone might walk in and see what’s going on. I can actually enjoy the show she’s unknowingly putting on for me. Lucky for me. It’s so fucking hot that she doesn’t realize what she’s doing. She’s so deep in her own thoughts. And her fingers are just coated in both the remaining cum from her previous partner and her previous partner. It’s just turning me on even more.
As moments of watching her slide her fingers in and out of herself pass by, I’m getting lewder and lewder thoughts as her intoxicating moans ring in my ears. If this is how she sounds now, what were those other guys hearing? What does she sound like when she’s getting fucked for real? What does she look like? What does she feel like?
Those thoughts circulate in my head. I don’t care how bad it sounds. I wanna know how she feels. I want her to moan for me. I want her to take my cock in her slutty pussy. I want to fuck my mom. I can’t take it anymore. I have to have her.
“O-oh, wow, I did it again, didn’t I?” she says, catching herself, “This place is changing me in ways I never thought possible. Anyways, you want me to make you something to eat or do you wanna deliver something?”
I don’t answer. I’m not even hungry. I couldn’t think about food even if I wanted to. All I can think about is filling my mother’s pussy with my cum.
“Hey,” she says, trying to grab my attention, “Are you o-”
She attempts to caress my face, but I grab her wrist, taking her off guard. I then guide her onto the bed. She gives me a shocked look, stammering over her words before I bring a finger to her lips, shushing her.
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