The 'Merry Mesa' Caper
Chapter 16

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

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 16 - 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.

Jessica's contribution:

Danny called Brooke three days later. "You're off the hook, free and clear. There's a severance bonus I deposited in your Cayman account."

"Thank you. So much, Danny. Anything else?"

"Probably not. There's a slim chance I might need you guys again, but I doubt it."

First order of business -- Brooke's last two clients. Jake wanted to squeeze what could easily be squeezed out of them. No blackmail, no threats, just Brooke's talent, charm and experience at work.

Jake sent her off to California, "I'll meet you in Merry Mesa when you're finished."

"Love 'ya."

"Love 'ya."

Jake settled into a suite in the Family area. He went three days without fucking anyone. A vacation, a breather from the New York pressure. He and Brooke had realized that they could have been blamed for Mr. Molinari's death.

Even though it was obvious it wasn't their fault ... if New York had needed a scapegoat, there they were, alone with him at the time.

Jake spent a lot of time around the Family pool. Noticing the mothers, but not particularly eager to fuck them. Even when Ingrid and Margaret told him which mothers were available, he passed. The same with the kids, he passed. For three days.

Part of the time, even though he enjoyed looking at the women and kids, he was thinking about the future. What lay ahead for Brooke and him. They had more than enough money, they needn't work another day in their lives. But Jake knew neither he nor his mother was wired that way.

Jake sat Ingrid and Margaret down one morning after breakfast. "I'm thinking of opening another nude resort, probably Florida. Maybe California. All Family, no Adult sections."

Margaret said, "Why? Why no Adults Only?"

Ingrid, masturbating, grinned, "He wants to corrupt them. From the start."

Jake grinned back, waiting until Ingrid climaxed again, "That's right. I'd want you and Lars, and you too, Margaret, to join Brooke and me."

Ingrid and Marget nodded in tandem. Ingrid said, "Of course."

"What about Lars?"

Margaret laughed, "He does what Ingrid tells him to."

Ingrid neared another orgasm and shrugged, "He's in love, what can I say?"

Jake smiled at Margaret, "Bring me up a kid, please."

Ingrid said, "Benny, the new one, he's the youngest," and climaxed again.

Brooke loved the idea, she was in the mood to love anything Jake wanted. But she said, "Let me call Danny, better get permission."

"I'll call him, Brooke."

She saluted her son, "Aye-aye, Captain."

Danny had one question, "Will you convert to Adults later on?"

"Probably. It depends on how the experiment goes. I'll have some whores and kids available to fuck, but with all Family, I'm not sure which direction I'll take it."

"It's a lower demographic, no competition at all for us. Good luck, kid."

"Thank you sir."

Jake decided to start exploring in California. He and Brook made San Diego their base and started driving all over the southernmost area of the state, all the way to Calexico.

San Diego and its immediate environs were too expensive for the acreage he wanted. Yet he didn't want to be in some remote desert too far from civilization.

They tried Ventura Canyon, the Santa Barbara area, Monterey, then north of San Francisco, the wine valleys, gold rush territory.

They kept coming back to Southern California.

Finally Jake and Brooke committed. They bought 60 acres outside of Palm Springs. Summers would be brutal, but they were only a little over a hundred miles from Los Angeles and San Diego. Double that from Phoenix. And Palm Springs attracted over a million and a half visitor each and every year.

They decided against a golf course -- too much acreage. Instead they created -- with state-of-the-art water recycling -- a mini water park. Slides, splash pads, a giant wave pool, etc.

Jake told Brooke, "Since family members have to have a least two kids, the water park is a natural. Short lines, no extra fees, supervisors so the parents don't have to hang around all the time."

The water park -- counterintuitive in the freaking desert, in the middle of a freaking drought -- was, in fact, a brilliant move. It set this nudist resort apart from any similar facility in a hundred mile, more, radius.

It was feasible because Jake hired an expert in the field. A professor emeritus from USC, Dr. Engle, who had spent his decades-long career studying water and California. California and water.

The property that Jake bought was grandfathered into the Colorado River Compact, guaranteeing a sufficient supply. Further, on Doctor Engle's advice, Jake purchased additional water rights from two neighbors who were delighted to retire from their increasingly more difficult agricultural endeavors.

Together, Jake and Brooke came up with the resort's name: Misty Acres. The subtitle: Nude Family Pleasure.

Brooke explained to Margaret and a masturbating Ingrid, "Jake and I wanted to link those three words. Nude. Family. Pleasure. They'll appear throughout our marketing campaign."

'Misty' referred to the the thousands of misters that would permeate the grounds, keeping guests cool even in the hottest days of summer.

At Misty, a key component would be the child care facility, further freeing up the parents. As at Merry Mesa, caregivers would be tightly screened for sexual activity. The more sex the better.

Jake had already started interviewing whores to take certain staff positions. They would subtly, but surely, let the dads know they were available. No charge, of course.

Jake told Brooke he was holding off on buying the youngest whores, "We're so far from opening, some of the kids might outgrow their appeal. We'll buy them right before we open."

Eventually the kids would be presented as living with their single mothers. Either their real mothers, which Jake and Brooke preferred, or with some of the whores. Here, the approach to the parents had to be even more discreet. But Jake was confident that Ingrid and Margaret would discern which dads to approach. Which would be interested in some private time with a little girl or a little boy.

As for Ingrid, Jake told her, "Just be yourself. Right from the start."

He told Brooke, "She'll be our most blatant exhibit of sexuality. I want the parents to see her masturbating before they buy homes."

Brooke told Ingrid, "But start slow. Don't do your thing until Jake or I have made a presentation. And even then, keep it casual, brief. Just while you're walking past them. They'll be plenty of time to go full bore masturbation after they've bought a home, been here a few weeks. Or a few weekends."

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