Laura and Ace
Copyright © 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 18: Revelations
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 18: Revelations - Ace and his girlfriend Laura are on the way to his parents' annual month living in a nudist camp. It has all the amenities including swimming and sports, but the real attractions are after dinner, where campers meet and party together. Nobody under 18 is permitted in camp, so maximum freedom exists behind closed doors. Ace worries he won't be able to stay limp and follow the camp's public rules. But Laura has plans for regulating him.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Sharing Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Sister Father Daughter Group Sex Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports BBW Big Breasts Hairy Nudism Violence
I didn’t find Mom, but Dad was at a table nursing a cup of coffee. Evidently it had gone cold because he grimaced when he tried to finish it.
“Hey, Dad. Want a fresh cup?”
“No, Ace. I’m good. I was waiting for you.”
“Uh-oh. What did I do? What’s going on?”
Dad shook his head. He seemed tired, though, and I worried, even though he said, “Nothing’s wrong. Let’s go back to our cabin.”
Back at D-6, we found Mom standing on the porch with her arms folded and a sour expression.
“Greg, I’m fed up. Can we send her home on a bus?”
“Tell me, Angie, honey, what’s wrong?”
Mom seemed to melt into Dad’s chest and he wrapped his arms around her. Her voice was a little muffled, but I could make out what she was saying to him.
“She just stomps around the cabin while complaining, raging, sniveling, and whimpering. Not making a lot of sense, really. Ace failed her, but then she failed him. He hasn’t forgiven her, but he should have. He won’t even touch her anymore—no, she doesn’t care, he’s an ass-wipe, and why the hell didn’t I teach Ace to be a good man. On and on and on.”
“Mom, I’m so sorry! You don’t deserve this shit.”
“You’re right, Ace. I don’t. It’s, it’s, fuck. It gets worse.”
I’ve never seen my mother like this. Angry but futile tears spilled down her face. Enough that she kept sniffing because her nose was running.
“Oh, Greg ... I found a full-size Jack Daniels bottle. Empty.”
Fuck. “Dad, take care of Mom. I’m going in there.”
I didn’t have a plan. I had only angry determination. But when I stalked inside, a quick look around the small cabin didn’t reveal her. But then, I heard her in the bathroom, evidently vomiting into the toilet.
The awful sounds of her retching eased my fury. A little.
I walked to the bathroom door; it was ajar so I pushed it open. The view was worse than her miserable sounds. Laura was kneeling at the toilet, with hair on her left side dangling into the lumpy muck. Her eyes kept shut, and her heaving was no longer productive.
I repositioned her to be safer, then rushed back out to the porch.
“She’s very sick. Daddy, take Mom to the Homburgs’ cabin. Leave her with Mina, bring back Clara and Leo. I need to watch over her until you’re back.”
I suppose it could have been a lot worse. But when Laura revived, she revealed the bottle had only been half full when she got her hands on it. And not all of her drinking had been this time.
And yet, I felt terrible, and guilty. I couldn’t look into Laura’s eyes, exasperating her.
“Mina, hold his head steady for me. (Kiss) Shut (Kiss) up, (Kiss) Ace! (Kiss). I am only going to tell you this ONCE. After we arrived, I had a lot of sex with a lot of guys. The worst part? Ace? Listen, I’m serious. The worst part was none of those jokers pleased me the way you always did. Every time I looked down and saw the top of your head, I knew you’d be thrilling me.”
“But, Laura...”
“Shut up, Ace.” She grinned. “I made a few technical suggestions. The rest? The attentive patience, the kindness, the passion? That’s all you, buster.”
I didn’t believe that, but it was nice to hear.
“Greg, you should get Angie and Mina here so they won’t worry. I have a lot of apologizing to do.”
“Like me, she’ll be glad that you’re safe.”
Just then, Tina burst in. “Phew! I was worried, Ace. Where were you?” So we had to explain it all again.
Tina growled, “You aren’t going to scare everybody again. Right, Laura?”
“I promise. You can tell Ace, if it happens again he has your permission to let me die from choking on my own vomit. Deal?”
“Deal!” Smiling, they shook hands and hugged. Then Laura did the same thing with Clara.
Girls are weird.
I turned to Laura. “You know, I had a great morning. I found a special solution for our flower girls and the gay guys. I’ve brought happiness and lust to our little world, and now I don’t have to divide my time so much.”
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