The 'Merry Mesa' Caper
Copyright© 2015 by Jessica James
Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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.
Sully helped Jake shop for Airstream trailers. He told Jake, "See one you like, snap it up if it's in really good shape. Pay a little more if you have to, you'll make it up in the long run. The main thing is to build your inventory."
Sully accompanied Jake on the first three buying trips -- Los Angeles, Portland and a Boston suburb. Confident that Jake knew the ropes, Sully went back home.
Neither one would forget about Casey and Brooke, but they were moving on. Sully seemed to be making more progress toward a rapprochement than Jake, but Jake was coming along.
Interestingly, Jake and Sully's wife, Casey, were becoming closer and closer friends. Not in bed, not any more, but just good pals. Casey had come by after Christmas to apologize about Brooke.
Casey said, "It's my fault, Jake and I'm so sorry. I know how much you love Brooke ... I just couldn't keep my fucking hands off you. Well, I learned my lesson. Big time. I'll never cheat on Sully again. Never."
Casey, with Sully's full knowledge, became a frequent visitor to Jake's house. And she called him frequently, just to chat.
Brooke told Jake, "She does seem reformed, I don't think it's an act. It better not be, she doesn't know how lucky she is to have Sully in her life. And Corey's life too."
Things -- sexual things -- continued to open up in Misty. Once Jake started fucking some of the wives, other wives yielded to temptation with various of the male staff members.
With their kids in child care or school in Palm Springs, with their husbands, many of them anyway, working or traveling, the wives had plenty of free time. Time to gossip, to speculate about who was doing whom, to check out the nude staff members, to play.
It was going the way Jake and Brooke had wanted.
The progress with the homeowners own children was, understandably, slower. But there was progress, nevertheless.
The kiddy massage was now an open secret. Many of the fathers sent their sons to a session with a wink and a nod. A hand job for sure. Probably a blowjob. Fucking? Maybe, for the ones old enough.
Gradually even some of the mothers began booking massages for their sons. Knowing full well what was in store for them. The mothers were more apt to look at it as a special treat or a reward. And to cut off the boys as punishment.
At the same time they began to realize how much better behaved their boys were. How much better they slept after a blowjob. That helped.
Ingrid recorded every sex act that involved an underaged kid -- the owners' children or the kiddy whores -- and Margaret faithfully kept a detailed log of each encounter.
One morning Brooke winked at Jake, "I just had a naughty thought."
Jake grinned, he loved the way his mother's mind worked.
Brooke said, "What if we set up some way for the mothers to view what happens in the kiddy massage rooms?"
Brooke said, "I'm curious how many mothers would watch their sons getting a blowjob."
"I'd be curious too. Very curious."
"Let's turn one of the massage cubicles into a viewing room. With a lockable door."
"Of course we'd have a camera or two hidden in the viewing room."
"Of course. Let's talk it over with Ingrid and Margaret, they should be able to come up with one or two women who'll bite."
"What about dads watching their daughters?"
"Up to you, but I'd start with mothers."
"Okay. I'll have Lars do the conversion, shouldn't take an hour even."
"Excellent. I'll talk with Ingrid and Margaret. Ingrid will love it!"
Not surprisingly, the first mother to watch her own son, via video feed, was Connie. The first of the wives that Jake had fucked.
When Margaret mentioned the opportunity, Connie leaped, "Fuck yes! I'd love to see that!"
Margaret told the masseuse to put on a good show with Connie's younger son.
Jake and Brooke, Ingrid and Margaret, gathered in Ingrid's inner office to watch the action on a splint screen -- the left side, the massage room, the right, Connie.
Connie double checked that the door was locked before her son arrived next door. She had already started to masturbate by the time he appeared.
Ingrid said, "A woman after my own heart."
The masseuse, a pretty Latina, was also nude.
She gave the boy a standard massage to begin, although she spent extra time on his butt. He was still soft when she turned him over, but that didn't last long. She washed her hands, the massage over and bent down and took him in her mouth.
Connie let out a whispered, "Yes!" And climaxed.
Her son was too young to do more than dry cum, but the masseuse was obviously well practiced in providing just the right amount of pressure / pleasure.
She soon had him arching off the table, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he experienced orgasm after orgasm. Margaret had told the girl to put on a good show and she delivered. His climaxes were coming in waves.
Then she paused, stood up. Connie whispered, "Don't stop."
She didn't. Instead she winked at the child and lubricated her fingers. The boy, knowing what was coming, grinned and pulled his heels back by his butt. Connie muttered, "Slut," in a friendly tone.
The masseuse had no trouble easing a finger up the boy. None. He groaned in pleasure as she slid a second finger in and deftly started on his prostrate.
Again he arched up, his stiff three inches vibrating all over. Connie stared at the screen, furiously finger fucking herself, working her clit, breathing hard, face red. And climaxing.
Show over, the masseuse took her little client into one of the spa showers and they soaped each other up.
Jake said, "Two things. Put a larger camera in the massage room. We don't want these wives looking around for hidden cameras. The kids probably won't notice."
Margaret made a note.
Jake said, "Margaret, I don't think you need to spread the word to other mothers. Just tell Connie that if anyone else is interested, they should let you know. You'll schedule all the appointments. And I hope you're busy.
"Brooke, brilliant idea. It took someone seriously twisted to come up with this."
Brooke beamed at the praise.
The viewing room was a surprise hit. A few mothers justified it as 'wanting to be sure my kids are okay.' Most simply admitted their curiosity. All, no exceptions, masturbated watching their sons get hand jobs, blow jobs, and a few get fucked.
Ingrid saved every split screen encounter, Margaret kept detailed records.
Jake told his mother, "Shit, can you imagine the leverage? A mother masturbating to her son?"
Brooke said, "I told Sully. I didn't want him hearing about it from Casey."
"Good. We have to keep him in the loop. Whether we want to or not."
"Well, he's here only two or three months a year."
"That's one good thing."
Brooke said, "Jake, what do you want for your birthday?"
Jake would turn 17 on Tuesday.
"You know what? I'd like a few days in San Francisco. Just the two of us."
Brooke was thrilled. It would be more of a present for her than Jake.
The Monday before they left, Casey and Corey came by and joined them for breakfast. Along with Ivy, Ingrid and Margaret.
Casey said, "Jake, Sully told me you can fuck me."
Jake looked at Brooke.
Corey said, "He did Jake."
"Tell him thanks, but I'll have to take a pass."
Casey said, "He meant it Jake. I think he feels bad about Brooke."
"I hope he feels as bad about her as I feel about you. I made a mistake, I'm not going to make the same one twice."
"Are we still friends?"
Four days in San Francisco was just what Jake and Brooke needed. It was a relief just being away from Misty and the million things a day that came up. More than that though, was being alone with each other.
Although he saw his mother every day, and nude every day, he was somewhat startled when he looked at her in their hotel suite. It registered, again, how gorgeous and sexy she was. It wasn't that Jake had been taking her for granted, it was just seeing her in a different setting, a different context, that brought home again how stunning she was.
As if she could read his mind, Brook smiled, "Do I pass inspection?"
"Yeah, you're a solid C, maybe even a B-minus."
Over room service breakfast, Brooke said, "We could do this every day for the rest of our lives. Sell Misty. Or let someone else run it."
Jake knew his mother wasn't serious. They both had too strong of a drive to work. They'd go crazy within a month.
Sully approached Jake and Brooke with a business proposition. He brought along Casey and Corey. But first he tried to clear the air, "Jake, you fucked Casey, the love of my life. I fucked Brooke, the love of your life. I've put it behind me, I hope you're able to someday."
Jake nodded, but didn't say anything.
Sully changed the subject, "I like your idea of housing developments for nudists. Misty is a real cash cow. I also like my idea of including an upscale trailer park for renters. As well as the storage facility."
Brooke knew where this was heading.
Sully said, 'Let's form an LLC 60% to you and 40% to me. Take the triple play concept to Florida, Georgia, the Carolinas, Virginia."
Brooke could tell Jake was interested. She had mixed feelings about getting in deeper with Sully.
Sully said, "I have a real estate acquisition guru in another company I own. He's targeted six properties ranging from 70 acres to 160. We could put in a terrific golf course on the larger ones."
Jake said, "I assume you've run the numbers."
Sully handed him a folder.
Jake asked the tipping point questions, "Hidden cams?"