Resort – by lookin2please

He had to admit to himself that, in fact, that did aroused him; especially when he saw his mother, just finished in the shower, scurry from the family’s shared bathroom into her room, only a towel wrapped around her hair, her damp body glistening; or when his sister would roam the house in her underwear, leaving little to the imagination. But this, this was completely different.

He recalled sitting in his room on the first afternoon they arrived, fully clothed, looking down on the beach below as the other nudists frolicked, sunbathed and fucked in the beautiful, near-white sands. He remembered how aroused he felt, despite the fact he was here with his mother, knowing he was just steps away from all this sexual energy – all this sex.

He had fantasized about coming to one of these places as an adult, and hooking up with random, beautiful women. But he never imagined his mother would take him here, let alone push him to fuck her. He remembered feeling so deeply confused, as if someone was trying to reset his entire moral compass, that his head began pounding.

Regardless, as he sat in the window of their luxurious suite, listening to the echoing sounds of the happy people below, his arousal was undeniable. He was simply overwhelmed with the amount of naked women and open sex laid before him. He fought off anxiety as he tried, desperately to control himself, but couldn’t turn away. After what felt like hours of peeping from above, he noticed a couple that looked just a bit older than him, fucking intensely in a clearing of palm trees roughly 50 feet from where he stood. His pants found themselves around his ankles, and his hand firmly around his cock, in mere seconds.

He was in awe of the young woman’s raw beauty, straddling her male lover, powerfully thrusting herself onto him. Her curvaceous body was taut, and flexing hard as she ground her full hips onto the lucky man beneath her, it was like watching a beautiful stallion run – every muscle working, pushing, pulling, grinding, fucking.

The man had a hand on her left breast, lustfully squeezing one of two plump and delicious-looking mammaries, the other on her lower back, guiding her motions; hers were placed sensually on her neck and other breast, feeling the eroticism of the moment, all inhibitions gone, touching her salty skin. Her pale face looked flush, draped in shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair which was sweeping sloppily across it as she rode, her head tilted back. Her eyes were closed as she gyrated atop the man, rhythmically working his cock inside her, the muscles in her seat wrinkling from the force of her movements. Her delicate little mouth hung open as she gasped for air.

After a few moments, her mouth opened wider, her legs began quivering, and she threw her hands down onto his chest, digging her fingers into his own pale flesh as she let out a guttural moan – her orgasm was beautiful. As she shook on top of him, the man pulled her close, the small thrusts he was mustering becoming more ragged, a clear sign of his own orgasm. As both their movements came to a gentle, sequential stop, they smiled knowingly at each other and shared a loving embrace.

Standing in the window of his suite, close to his own orgasm, he felt his excitement intensify when an older looking woman approached the couple. She was tall and slender, but had pronounced hips and a full, athletic bum. Her hair was chocolate brown, complimenting her caramel-coloured skin. Her natural, d-cup breasts bounced happily as she strode confidently towards the younger lovers, who were now affectionately holding each other. Her face was square, with a small mouth, average sized nose and two, beautiful brown eyes. She wore just the slightest of bracelets around her left ankle. She grew a devious smile as she neared them.

Her voice was clear through the open windows of his hotel suite:

“Kids – time for supper!”

The older woman began smiling at her daughter, examining the younger woman now walking past her.

“Honey! It looks like your brother did a number inside you – it’s running down your thigh! Make sure you wipe up before sitting on grandpa’s leather chairs!”

He could still feel the power of his orgasm, triggered by the mother’s words, as he stood alone in his room, watching this scene unfold below. He could also still feel the pang of embarrassment that came when he realized the bulk of his load splattered onto the window in front of him.

Alas, he remembered, in that moment, the realization of deep-down how badly he wanted sex. Recognizing where he was, how close sex was, he tore off his remaining clothes. He vowed to spend the rest of their trip nude, hoping to seduce one of the other guests.

Now, still sitting on the bed, his mother waiting on the balcony, he had another choice to make.