The 'Merry Mesa' Caper
Chapter 14

Copyright© 2015 by Jessica James

Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Brooke and her best friend, Dakota, finally did it. Bought the nudist resort outside of Scottsdale. The main ranch house was big enough for them and their two sons, Jake and Luke. The business plan? A vague notion of turning 1/4 of the acreage from Family Nudism to Adults Only. That was it, the entire plan. No spreadsheet. No back of the envelope figures. Adults Only. What could go wrong? Oh, Jake and Luke are 14 now. Discovering sex. In a nudist resort. With two gorgeous mothers.

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mother   Son  

Jessica's contribution:

Jake went over Brooke's client list with her. Counting Mr. Molinari, it was 17 names, 17 men she still fucked for money.

Jake said, "Let's pare this down, we don't need all these guys."

Brooke's heart raced. Exactly what she'd been wanting to hear.

Name by name, Jake asked detailed questions. How could each man help them? Be precise. Include income projections. If we formed an LLC, how much would they kick in?

Gradually, over three weeks, Jake crossed off every name except for Mr.Molinari and two others. Pointing at the 14 former clients, Jake said, "No more."

Brooke crossed her heart. She was almost out of the whore business. When she and Jake finished their APEX assignment, she'd be fucking only two others. Mr. Molinari didn't fuck her any more, just blowjobs.

Brooke pointed to the two remaining names, "Sweetheart, when we've nailed their investment income, I won't fuck anyone but you."

"I know Brooke. Unless I tell you to."

"Unless you tell me to."


Danny had given them the only master key in Europe that unlocked every APEX door. And showed them how to turn off every security camera, one by one.

Jake and Brooke varied their hours, not establishing any pattern. Sometimes they were the first in, sometime they didn't show up until 8 or 9 in the evening when most employees were leaving.

There was a lot of whispered speculation, nobody in Luxembourg understood what Jake and Brooke were really doing there. They had a lot of make-work assignments, Danny saw to that. And word was that Jake and Brooke were blessed my Mr. Molinari himself. He hadn't been to Luxembourg for years and years. It was too small compared to his other interests to draw his personal attention.

Jake and Brooke met with Danny every month or so, either in Paris or New York. He told them, "Go slow. Take your time and get it right."

Jake said, "It would be helpful to have a better idea what we're looking for."

"I haven't been told. I know it's sensitive. And there's an inconsistency. Numbers are being fudged. My people could storm in. Lock down the place. We'd find it and we'd find who was doing it. But it's not costing us that much. What we really want is to find out who's behind it. Nobody at APEX has the balls to do it on his own."

Jake said, "Or her own."


While Jake was paring down the number of men Brooke fucked, she made sure there was no parallel action for Jake. She expected, wanted, him to fuck whoever he wanted.

At the Merry resorts, Brooke personally brought her son whores, staff members, little boys, little girls. Brooke watched with pride as Jake's massive cock plowed into pussy after pussy. She couldn't decide which she enjoyed more, the screams of pleasure from the women or the screams of agony as Jake ripped into a kid.

Brooke told Jake, "I turn into Ingrid when I watch you fucking someone. I can't stop masturbating."

"Good."


The APEX staff seemed to merging and separating to its own complex formula. What was becoming, however faintly, was a sense of order to the seemingly unordered. A vague pattern, a misty purpose. Some sort of subsonic pulse.

Jake and Brook didn't do some of the usual things. They didn't tap into the visual feeds from the security cameras. Whoever had attracted New York's attention would be fully aware of the surveillance system.

Likewise, they ignored the visitor logs. Too obvious.

The did hack into emails. Read memos, both public and private.

Nada.

So, follow the money. Someone was paying someone. To do something. Easier said.

Brooke told Jake, "Money, cash money doesn't have to leave a trail. This cocksucker won't suddenly start buying yachts, building vacation homes. He'll hide."

So.

Concentrate on only the four VP-level execs who could access the most sensitive material.

Why would New York task Jake and Brooke with such a difficult mission? One that was far removed from anything in their experience?

Perhaps Jake and Brooke were merely one of several investigative probes. Or perhaps New York wanted an outsider's perspective. An amateur's non traditional way of thinking.

One one of their sidewalk strolls, Brooke told Jake, "If we do get a clue, maybe we should suggest to Danny that he leave the leak in place. Instead of killing the fucker, feed him misinformation."

Jake again looked at his mother with admiration. She was gorgeous, sexy. But beyond the obvious, Brooke was smart. Years of whoring, years of manipulating men, gave her a bedrock understanding of the species.

Unless the APEX traitor was a woman.

In that case, the same manipulation, the same jujitsu -- using the opponent's force against herself -- could still apply.


Jake loved his mother more than he could imagine. But he had a gradually dawning awareness of how much she needed him. Love was a given. Need was an interesting addition to the equation.

The business sense shared by Brooke and Jake was: solve this APEX thing. Get out from under Danny, and, as much as possible, Mr. Molinari. Concentrate on the Brooke's last two clients. Milk them. Move on.

Just the two of them, Jake and Brooke against the world.

In the meantime they were very aware of being watched. Almost positive that each hotel room, each Merry suite streamed a video feed back to New York. They had long ago learned to forget that every sexual encounter between the two of them was recorded. If anything, it added to Brooke's enjoyment. She was so fucking proud of Jake and she wanted to show the world.

Jake didn't care who saw him fucking his mother. Or the Merry whores. Or the Merry staffs. Or the little boys and girls. Part of it was growing up in a nudist resort. Part of it was picking up on Brooke's attitude.

On one of their many long walks, Jake said to Brooke, "Why are you giving yourself over to me? I like it, but I'm curious."

Brooke grinned at her son, "I like it too. More than you can imagine. And when we're finished with APEX and my last two clients, I'll be even more yours."

"That's hard to imagine."

"You'll see, sweetheart, you'll see. For me it's such a relief to turn everything over to you. Decisions, my body, everything."

"Do you have your Ben Wa balls in?"

"Of course. You told me to. When we go on walks. It's an honor to work on my pelvic floor for you. I want to be as tight as your little boy pussy."

"Tell me about giving up control."

"As a whore I had to pretend all the time. I mean I let my clients fuck me however they wanted, no pretending there. But I had to give the impression that I wanted to obey them, wanted them to take the lead."

They turned back toward their hotel. Brooke said, "With you, it's just the opposite, I do want to do what you want. Not having to pretend, not having to make decisions, is a huge relief. Pleasing you is pleasing myself. Doing what you want is doing what I want."

Brooke squeezed her son's hand, "Remember last year when you went through that phase, when you were flogging those whores, those little kids?"

"Sure."

"Well, when we're on our own, you can do the same to me. You can whip me until I pass out too."

"I don't want to hurt you, Brooke."

"Don't be so sure, sweetheart. I saw you spurting off when they started hitting the high notes."

"I don't want to scar you either."

"Fine. But just know I'm available to you. No limits."


Jake and Brooke still made the rounds of each Merry property. Still wrote a report for each one. Although those reports were becoming shorter. Each resort was like a well-oiled machine, with corporate management types in charge, the hiring process well honed, and the customer profiles matched to a precise formula.

They spent a week back at the original resort, Merry Mesa. It was the least formulaic, and in many ways, the most interesting. It still had its Family section and that made for a fascinating, ongoing theater.

The dads were easy to tempt ... all that free pussy over in the Adults Only sections. The moms, once the kids were disposed of in the NP daycare center, were free to roam all over the Adult areas. It was a night and day difference.

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