Chapter 1

“You’re going to love it honey.” That was the third time Oliver’s mother said that. He really didn’t want to spend his holiday break away from his friends and, more importantly, his gaming system. She’d forced him, one of those ‘if you’re going to live under my roof you’re going to do as I say’ things. She’d been insistent on spending the week long break in the mountains at some lake community house she’d bought with Oliver’s father before the divorce and managed to keep.

“You’ll only spend the entire week on that silly game thing anyway, spend some time with your poor aging mom, the sun, a beach, maybe some lovely ladies waiting to meet you...” she said with a wink and a giggle.

Of course she didn’t understand, his guild had raids planned and he was the lead healer, who was gonna keep both of the tanks alive during boss or mob pulls? Oliver’s build was perfect, he’d spent long hours grinding for the best gear and min/maxing his build for consistency and burst healing when bosses used their big damage abilities during fights, he even had aoe healing for when the dps went too hard on a target and pulled minions. She just wouldn’t understand.

Oliver looked over to his mother for the shortest “OK mom.” He could manage. Oliver’s mother was many things but poor and aging she absolutely wasn’t. The forty seven year old divorcee looked like a woman half that age with a body Oliver had only seen in porn. She was slim and athletic with tits a bit bigger than her head, the pair of perfect spheres had very little give and sat high on her chest, refusing to sag against gravity or time. Her wide hips lead to a fat peach shaped ass and thick firm legs. Her hips had a mesmerizing sway to them ass she walked from place to place. Long dark eyelashes and bee stung lips were highlights of her models face, her jet black hair was so long it fell to the small of her back. Her incredible form wrapped in a full body copper tan that was unbroken by tan lines, something she’d brag about often enough. The woman just oozed sex, she was top shelf bimbo material, he had no illusions about it.

Oliver himself was barely nineteen with the coloring of the whitest bread you can imagine. He was thin as a rail, barely any fat on his bones, barely any muscle as well. He was a pasty white stick figure of a boy with dark hair cut to his jawline that hid half his face. They couldn’t look any more different if they tried. It hadn’t always been that way, his mom had started spending her weekends at this lake house in the mountains shortly after the divorce. She’d said she just needed time away to process things, Oliver didn’t even get a say, he didn’t mind weekends to himself, new content had just come out and he wanted to clear it as soon as possible, picked up a new cape for his character too.

Originally mom was far more plain and far less curvaceous with b cup tits and a backside trying its best and failing to be a feminine ass. Then she started going up to this house in the mountain’s. More and more she changed, filling out over the last year becoming the walking wet dream she was now. She acted differently too, Oliver remembered her being the annoying wannabe helicopter parent, always over a shoulder and always worried about something. Now she was only too happy to let her children experience the world alone, with all its dangers and pleasures. It almost seemed like she didn’t want to be bothered while she was off doing her own thing. It was both strange and liberating, Oliver could do whatever he wanted and as long as he didn’t get in too much trouble his stepmother never cared.

Oliver zoned out until they pulled into the development. The roadway angled up sharply and Oliver spied a blue and white sign. ‘Moaning Lake community.’ In large letters with a smaller ‘Residents only’ beneath it. He guessed renting a place here wasn’t allowed. The neighborhood was buried almost a full mile into the woods. Soon enough Oliver saw why it was so hidden. He spied a man and woman on the front porch, they were both naked, he was some sort of bodybuilder, all hard muscle, and she looked similar to his mother, all inflated bimbo curves. The couple were fucking aggressively right out in the open, like they didn’t care if they were seen. Part of Oliver admitted if he looked like that he probably wouldn’t mind being watched.

The gravel driveway growled as they pulled in to house number 146. The house was nice enough, maroon in color, two floors and reasonably big, a wrap-around porch and small back yard, it was the essential mountain get away hidden between the trees. The back deck had a great view of the large lake the community sat on. About three blocks away Oliver spied a stretch of sand beach and the lake, several hundred feet wide and double that across. Off to the right side he saw a land bridge with a paved road to allow access to the beach from the far side. At the center of the bridge stood a sturdy looking pier that pushed about twenty feet into the lake. He could make out about a dozen houses through the trees and he was confident there were more too hidden for him to see from here. He wondered how many homes were tucked in this place.

Inside he found the house spacious with an open floor plan and a balcony on the second floor overlooking the main living and dining areas. Large sliding doors opened to an expansive back deck and again there was that great view of the lake. “Make yourself comfortable sweetie. His mother called and headed upstairs to where Oliver assumed were the bedrooms. Looking around the house he found two spare bedrooms, both spacious and dominated by huge beds, one bedroom was covered in mirrors, all four walls and the ceiling, the other had a long plush couch sitting on the opposite wall facing the bed. If those weren’t enough to make him ask questions about the place the “art” on the walls was more the enough. Huge picture frames of muscular men and bimbo bodied women hung everywhere, everyone was naked and looked to be in the middle of one sex position of another. On closer inspection all of the women looked the same, they looked like his mother.

Upstairs Oliver found two equally large bedrooms, he assumed the one his mom was scurrying around in, unpacking her small suitcase, was the master bedroom so Olivier took the other, happy to find a large screen TV mounted to the wall with speakers not so cleverly hidden around the room, surround sound ... nice.

He unpacked, careful to have his laptop and phone charger plugged in first. Getting on to the wi-if was next, his mother said the wi-fi name was ‘Openholes’ and ‘Don’tbotherasking ‘ was the password. He had serious doubts but only truly cared that it worked and he got online.

Dinner was brief with Oliver asking about the house and community.

“The people are great, the beach is a lot of fun all day, but some of it you just have to experience yourself honey.” She was delighted to share what she could tell him. He tried to ask about the house, particularly the sex pictures decorating almost every wall and why it looked like she featured in every one of them. He didn’t get the chance when someone forcefully knocked on the door. They shared a look, he was curious, she grinned with giddy excitement.

“Open this door you worthless slut, my big cock is waiting!” A man with a deep voice bellowed. His mother squealed with delight and jumped out of her seat, making it three strides before she stopped and turned to her son. It was hard to not focus on how her inflated curves bounced and jiggled.

“Just leave the dishes dear, I’m going to be occupied for a while. Don’t wait up.” With that she hurried to throw open the door and was met by a giant dark skinned mountain of a man. “Hey baby...” he heard her say as a massive muscled arm reached across the threshold and grabbed one fat cheek of her ass.

“About time cunt.” The newcomer sneered. “You’re going to take every inch of my cock and I don’t care if it kills you.” A voice said, it was deep and powerful, easily projecting across the house. Any response was lost between the loud smacking of lips and moans from Oliver’s mother. Oliver didn’t know a lot about this place, but he knew what was about to happen. He didn’t have an issue with his mom having sex, she was a grown woman, now divorced, she could do what she wanted with who she wanted. He was bothered by her doing so openly, ‘take it to a room’ he thought. A quick exit seemed best. Oliver stood and quickly cleared the table, leaving the dishes in the sink full of soapy water, for later. He slipped upstairs, doing his best to not look as the obscenely muscled dark skinned man pushed his mother into the house and seemed to envelope her with his giant powerful body as he started to rip her clothes off.

In his room Oliver tried to read to take his mind off of what was going on, the loud gluck gluck glucking and the occasional thunderous slap coming from downstairs proved too distracting.

“Oh god, fuck me!”

“That’s it bitch, take it all.” Growled the big man.

“Oh yes! Fuck my ass baby, fuck me harder! Ahhhhhhhh! YESSSS!”

“Christ mom.” He grumbled. Oliver knew she had a boyfriend or two aince divorcing his father, he knew they stayed the night occasionally, she never yelled like that, she sounded like some slut from a porn fantasy, the screaming was too much for him. He tossed the book away and grabbed the TV remote, hoping a movie or show would drown out the loud aggressive sex coming from downstairs. He groaned as the screen lit up to porn, a blonde bimbo bouncing on guys large dick in some gym. Next channel ... this time it was a boss fucking his secretary, next channel ... porn again. Certainly a local TV guide or On Demand menu would help ... at this point Oliver wasn’t surprised to find it was all porn. News? Newscaster themed porn. Sports? People fucking in sports gear.