Camp Sunnyside
Copyright© 2026 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - “No men. No clothes. No worries!” The newest project in Sausalito, Mississippi was a semi-luxury nudist resort called Camp Sunnyside. The brainchild of Darlene Pellerin, manager of Miss Kitty’s strip club, the safari-tent retreat was an invitation-only resort. The invitees? Young men and women and their Mothers. Sunnyside would soon become one of the most innovative, most daring projects, in that little town’s history. (Edited by Steven.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fiction Mother Son Brother Sister
Missy explained to Dr. Mary, “This fifth little girl ... well, I just don’t know what to make of her, poor dear.”
“Tell me.”
“Nancy Guidry, 29, divorced, one son — Mattie. The best word I can think of to describe her is mousy. She is a pretty little girl, but it’s like she doesn’t bother. And, obedient? Like you couldn’t believe.”
“Okay.”
“I did a little digging. Kate Broussard knew her mother, and from what I can tell, Nancy is ... like repeating her mother’s life. Can things like that run in a family?”
Dr. Mary smiled, “You’d be surprised what can pass down from generation to generation.”
“Yeah, I probably would. Anyway, Kate told me that Nancy’s mother, Karen, married a strong-willed older man — Tate Mouton. Apparently this Tate wasn’t physically abusive, although he did spank her frequently. But only on her naked butt, and only with his hand.”
“Such a gentleman.”
“But he was ... like real rigid, real strict with Karen. Then, when Nancy came along he was even more stern with her.”
“So our Nancy grew up to be obedient to a domineering man.”
“Yes. And, when she turned 14, she repeated her mother’s mistake and married Chuck Guidry. Who loved to spank her.” Missy shrugged, “I’m not trained like you, but Nancy grew up watching her mother undress to be spanked and I guess it maybe felt like ... maybe like it was just the natural order of things?”
“Close enough. Is this Chuck strict with her? Besides the spanking?”
“Very strict. He treated Nancy like a servant, a maid, more than a wife.”
“You used the past tense.”
“Yeah, he left Nancy, divorced her, just like her father did with her mother.”
“When did this happen?”
“Almost two years ago. When Mattie was 12.”
“Did Chuck do anything physically besides spanking her?”
“Not that I know of. My impression was that he wasn’t a cruel man. He just had rigid ideas of a woman’s place.”
“Like those Fundamentalists. But without the sanctity of a church’s doctrine behind him.”
“That’s what I think.”
“Tell me, Missy, how did mousy little Nancy Guidry end up going to Sunnyside? It seems out of character.”
“Mattie.”
“Ah, of course. He grew up watching his mother jumping to obey Chuck’s every whim.”
“And watching him spank his mother two or three times a week.”
“That could, to use a medical term, seriously fuck Mattie up.”
“I think, again just my amateur opinion, that he’s a pretty decent kid. But he’s sort of drifted in to kind of take over his father’s role. From what I can tell, he’s now making most of the day-to-day decisions for her.”
“Is he disciplining her?”
“No. Not yet anyway.”
“That will come.”
“Probably. But I don’t think he wants to hurt her. Not physically anyway. No, not mentally either. He’s not a mean boy.”
“Tell me about their Sunnyside experience.”
“Well ... Mattie is stern with her. But in kind of a fond way. I first noticed it the morning when they arrived. I could tell how nervous, how hesitant Nancy was. So I took her and Mattie into their tent so she could have some privacy. I thought ‘baptism of fire’ — break her in, first thing. I told her to jack him off.”
“Makes sense. Get that first little act out of the way.”
“But Mattie said, ‘Suck me off.’ Just like that.”
“Dominance.”
“She turned even more scarlet and asked him if she could please just use her hand.” Missy smiled, “I’ll never forget it. Mattie spoke softly, and all he said was, ‘Nancy.’ She jumped a little and started apologizing. He just smiled down at her, flexed his cock once. Nancy plopped down on the bed and sucked him off like she’d been doing it for years.”
“Interesting, calling her ‘Nancy’ instead of Mom. A classic way to diminish the ‘mother’ title. But, at the same time, it’s not demeaning like ‘bitch’ or ‘cunt’.”
“Later, I asked him about that. How long he’d been calling her Nancy. He couldn’t remember exactly, but thought it was around the time that he first watched his father spank her.”
Dr. Mary nodded, “Makes sense. So, back to Sunnyside.”
“It was clear to all of us that Nancy was kind of adrift, uncertain. She kept looking to Mattie for permission. Then, bless them, the other four moms took Nancy under their wing. Turns out, she’s an easy cum. And they made sure to take good care of her. Ever since Chuck had left her, her only release had been masturbation.”
“No boyfriends, no dating, no girlfriends?”
“Just Nancy and Mattie. A little girl at sea, and a little boy feeling his way. Making it up as he went along.”
“I can picture that. No reason for Social Services, and certainly not the police, to become involved. There wasn’t any physical abuse in the household. Just a quiet, pathetic little girl. And a boy curious about what he can get away with. Yet, mindful that his mother isn’t really an object, a toy, like his father treated her.”
“I could tell at Sunnyside he was keeping a watchful eye on her. He wouldn’t let her have anything to do with the other boys — not even a handjob. But he seemed pleased when the other moms took a liking to her. Hugging and kissing her a lot.”
“Mattie probably never saw his father do that.”
“Probably not. And he smiled when they went down on her, made her cum and cum.”
“What about at night, just the two of them?”
“That was fascinating. He was having her blow him now and then during the day. But the video clips show that when she was snuggled up in his arms at night, he was so gentle, so loving. He’d caress her, and whisper to her, and tell her what a good little girl she was. How she was getting better and better. He had her purring.”
“Getting better and better. I wonder what he meant by that?”
“I had the impression that he’s been trying to break the mold that she was in. Encouraging her to go out on her own. Then Sunnyside came along and, maybe, he saw that as an opportunity.”
Dr. Mary nodded, “A chance for him to begin breaking her out of a lifelong pattern of subservience. Tell me, did he fuck her at Sunnyside? He certainly could have.”
Missy, “I asked him that. Why wasn’t he doing her? Dr. Mary, he sounded so mature — ‘She isn’t ready yet. An’ maybe she never will be.’ I was impressed. He must have been so tempted.”
“What’s their home life like now?”
“I’ve done two follow-up visits. She seems pretty much the same — mousy, hesitant. She doesn’t wear any makeup. And hangs around in this dowdy housedress. She always glances at Mattie before she answers a question.”
“Nancy obviously needs help. I won’t know until I meet her, but probably a lot of help. I have encountered two similar cases to this. If your descriptions are accurate, I may try an unorthodox program.”
Obviously curious, Missy grinned, “Like what?”
“I’ll let you know after my first consultation. It won’t take me long to decide.”
Driving off on her little pink Vespa, Missy savored the word ‘unorthodox’. It brought to mind some delicious possibilities. Missy, like Mattie, wasn’t cruel. But she had come to appreciate and enjoy the sway she held over these Sunnyside mommies.
And, she would love to experiment on Nancy Guidry. But, Dr. Mary would let her have her fun or not. In any case, the idea of Missy having a little girl to play with, one who was trained from birth to obey ... delicious!
Nancy Guidry was who Dr. Mary was expecting, and wasn’t at the same time. Mattie had taken her to Sausalito General, up to the office on the top floor, and introduced his mother, and then himself, to Dr. Mary.
The doctor had decided not to run any film clips during this first visit. She didn’t want Nancy to be distracted.
Then, Mattie hugged his mother, kissed her on the forehead, and told she’d be fine — he’d be right outside in the waiting room. She nodded uncertainly, but didn’t argue. While looking down at the floor, Nancy undressed immediately. Everyone knew the drill.
Loose-fitting dress. White, utilitarian bra. Granny panties. Dr. Nancy had known from the Sunnyside clips that this little girl had a cute body. But her poor posture, slumped shoulders, and a general attitude of defeat took away much of her sex appeal.
Missy’s description had been accurate. Nancy was a mousy little girl. But Dr. Mary decided that that was merely a surface observation. She hadn’t fixed her hair, she slumped, didn’t wear makeup. Sort of like a faded, old photograph found in a box in the attic.
But, she was an attractive girl, once you looked past that first impression. Dr. Mary knew in an instant that a beauty makeover would be part of her therapy. The poor girl probably didn’t look in a mirror. She had been treated as insignificant since she was a child, and that had been reinforced by her ex-husband.
Nancy surprised Dr. Mary with her first words, “I know I’m screwed up.”
The doctor smiled warmly, “Well, Nancy, that’s what we’ll find out.” She quickly switched gears, “What was it like in Sunnyside? How did you feel when you were there?”
“Uh, Sunnyside. Well, I didn’t want to go, me.” She shook her head, “No ma’am, not at all.”
“It’s very brave of you to go then. Why did you?”
“Matthew.” Her tone suggested that that one word explained everything that was needed to know on the subject.
“I understand. It must be comforting to live with someone who loves you so much. Who knows what’s best for you.”
Nancy brightened, “It is! After Charles left me ... well, I was just a wet puddle.”
Another abrupt change of direction, “Do you miss being spanked now that Charles is gone?”
That seemed like a perfectly normal question to her, “Yes, but not the pain, but I got used to that. But it’s good to know when you do something wrong? And a good spanking ... well that was a lesson that I needed to try harder to please Daddy. An’ then Charles.”
“Yes, clear guidelines can be quite helpful in navigating life’s journey. Tell me, who was the stricter spanker?”
Like a little girl doing a book report in class, “Oh, Daddy, he could really make us howl. Me and Mommy. Now, when he gave me to Charles to marry ... well, see it wasn’t his fault, but Charles wasn’t used to spanking naughty little girls. So Daddy had him practice on me an’ Mommy.” She nodded to herself, “Me an’ Mommy agreed that he got better really quick, Charles.”
“Was he naked when he spanked the two of you?”
Nancy looked startled, “Acourse.” As if there were any other way. “An’ at home it was the same when my brothers got old enough to spank me an’ Mommy.” She raised a finger to make an important point, “But Daddy never let ‘em spank me an’ Mommy on the pussy.”
“Did your father spank you on the pussy?”
Another startled look, “Acourse.” Why would anyone even question that?
“Would you like Matthew to spank you? Just when you need it?”
Eager nodding, “Acourse I would. I mean I still screw things up sometimes.” She frowned, “I try not to, but sometimes I disappoint him.”
“Why doesn’t he discipline you?”
Nancy blushed, “He says I’m too sweet to spank. That everyone makes tiny, little mistakes from time to time. Even when Mommy tole him he should be paddling my butt regular, he jess smiles at her. So she sent Daddy over.”
“And?”
“I couldn’t believe it. Matthew wouldn’t let him in the house! Tole Daddy he’d call 911 if he didn’t leave.” She shook her head in amazement at her son’s audacity.
Dr. Mary smiled as she changed the subject again, “Tell me about your week at Camp Sunnyside.”
Nancy’s face lit up, “Those girls were so nice to me! After I’d been there a while, I wished I could live there forever.”
“I understand. How did you and Matthew get along there?”
“Oh, gosh! Wonderful. I got to sleep with him every night! He held me an’ held me. Tole me how much I was getting better.”
“Do you still sleep with him?”
“Sometimes he lets me. Like when I git real nervous? Afraid?”
“Your son is 14 — he’s full of sap. Has strong needs.”
“Oh, I know! See, after Sunnyside he lets me suck him off alla time.” She hugged herself and swiveled back and forth in her chair.
“Do you like sucking his cock, Nancy?”
“Acourse! See Daddy taught me an’ Mommy that boys have special needs. An’ it’s up to us to take real good care of em’”
“You and your mother took good care of your brothers?”
“Acourse. Well, not until they could cum.” She nodded in memory, “Then it was several times a day.” Feeling the need to explain, she said, “See, Mommy tole me they’re gonna grow up to be men.”
“Ah.” Not sure where the question came from, Dr. Mary said, “How do their cocks compare? Your father, your brothers, Charles, Matthew?”
Nancy nodded, “Me an’ Mommy talked about that. Daddy had the biggest of them all. Mommy was real proud of that. Acourse my brothers are still growing. Me an’ Mommy thought Charles was pretty small, about the same as my brothers.” She smiled, “Matthew. I think he has the prettiest one, an’ Mommy, she agreed with me. It’s not big like Daddy’s, but it’s way prettier than my brothers.” She nodded firmly, “An’ like she tole me, it’s bigger than Charles.”
“Why were you reluctant to suck Matthew off that first day at Sunnyside?”
“I was all confused an’ everything? He had tole me that I would jack him off the first time. All the moms did that their first day.”
“How did you feel when you took your son’s cock into your mouth that very first time?”
Nancy beamed, “Like I was ... blessed, or something? Like life was like it was supposed to be? I was doing what girls are put on earth to do? Taking care of boys?”
“How will you feel when Matthew decides to have intercourse with you?”
“Oh, I am ready for that, yes ma’am. But Matthew, he says I’m not. Not ready. Well, he says my body is, but not my mind. See, he’s gotta get me right in my head before he goes all the way.”
“Very considerate. For such a young man. Wait here, I’ll bring him in.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Mattie — Matthew — came in, hugged his mother and whispered, “Okay?”
She gave him a small smile and whispered back, “Yes.”
As he began unbuttoning his shirt, Nancy unbuckled and unzipped him, tugging his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. She planted a tiny kiss on the tip of his soft penis. An act so natural that Dr. Mary figured it was a daily ritual.
Matthew, in contrast, had very good posture, unusual in teenagers.
Throughout the session, Nancy kept glancing at her son, running her eyes up and down his body, obviously proud of him.
As the three-way conversation progressed, Dr. Mary could tell that the boy was faking it, putting on a confident front that he didn’t possess. And, doing a pretty fair job of it. She was certain that Nancy didn’t see his hesitation, his uncertainty.
Dr. Mary, having been born and raised in Sausalito, knew the town well. The chief of police, Rémy Thibadeux, was a demon on abusive husbands and boyfriends. He and the city attorney didn’t bother with restraining orders, second chances, rehabilitation.
Any grown man who beat his wife and children was immediately jailed for a week. Ostracized, shunned socially, and, when it could be arranged, those men lost their jobs.
On the other hand, Sausalito was tolerant of unconventional family formations. There weren’t that many openly gay and lesbian couples in town, but they were treated with respect.
The same leniency was afforded men who set up housekeeping with an underage girl. So long as she was there voluntarily, and so long as her mother approved of the arrangement, the couple was treated with the same civic respect that was shown to married couples.
Of course that laissez-faire attitude was most obvious when it came to all of the open sexuality in town. Nude beauty contests for girls, boys, mothers. The clothing-optional public swimming pool. The Naked Mamas at Contrary Mary’s. The Saturday-morning show for 60 or 70 masturbating boys. The Sunday-morning pole-dancing lessons in the nude.
The list went on and on as conventional barriers began eroding year after year.
Dr. Mary hadn’t been aware that Matthew and Nancy Guthrie were living, essentially, as husband and wife. But a lot of other people must have been. And those who held official capacities in Sausalito, saw no reason to be concerned.
After three individual sessions with Nancy, and one with only Matthew in her office, Dr. Mary was prepared to begin a treatment regimen that would, hopefully, begin to improve Nancy’s day-to-day life, while adjusting her view of herself to a more positive, less guilty one.
First, she explained her plan in detail to Matthew.
“You’re going to have to take on even more responsibility for Nancy. She’s a child, mentally and emotionally. She needs a firmer hand — and that’s you.”
“What does that mean?”
“We’re going to create a very structured life for her. Everything in order, everything easy for her to understand. Over the long term, we’ll work to make her more independent of you. But for now, she needs a well-ordered universe where the rules are unambiguous and easy to follow.”
“Doctor Mary, you said a firmer hand. Are you talking about spanking?”
“I am. I understand that you’re reluctant to lay a hand on her, but that is exactly what she needs and wants. A clear black-and-white world, one that is familiar to her. That begins to replicate how she has lived her entire life.”
“I don’t want to spank her pussy.”
Dr. Mary sighed, “Matthew, it’s difficult to understand, but ... look, she’s a little girl who craves discipline. She’s more comfortable knowing that when she disappoints you, there are consequences. She expects to be punished, and, deep down, wants it. So don’t rule out pussy-discipline in those rare circumstances where your judgement indicates it’s appropriate.”
He nodded hesitantly.
“In fact, go over to see her mother. Get in some pussy-spanking practice.”
“Would she let me?”
Dr. Mary smiled indulgently, “Matthew, listen to yourself.”
He blushed, then nodded, “Acourse she will. All I’d have to do is tell her to strip.”
“Do the right thing, tell her husband first. He’ll not only be glad to let you discipline her, he’ll be delighted that you’re finally going to start spanking Nancy.”
He nodded slowly, realizing that that would be the proper way to go about it.
“Bring Nancy in here, and remember to reinforce my instructions to her. We’re going to position each and every change as a positive.”
“I remember.”
Nancy undressed immediately even though no one had told her to. Dr. Mary noticed a slight improvement in her posture — she was standing a little straighter.
“Nancy, remember when you were a little girl and your father always knew what was best for you?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“You felt so safe, so cared for.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Of course, he knew exactly when to discipline you.”
“Acourse.”
“Matthew and I have some very good news for a little girl named Nancy Guidry.”
She looked up at her son expectantly.
“Nancy, my attorney is filing the paperwork at the courthouse so that Matthew can adopt you. You’re going to be his daughter.”
She whispered, “Attorney.”
“Yes, she’s making sure that everything is all legal and official.”
Nancy repeated, “Attorney,” awe in her voice.
“You have been a pretty good little girl, but now that Matthew is your father, he’ll need to discipline you every once in a while.”
She stared at him, patted her little pussy, “Even here?”
Matthew, “Only when you need it, Nancy.”
He could see his mother visibly relax. Dr. Mary had been right — she did crave spanking. Front and rear.
“Matthew will move you into his bedroom. The parent has the big one.”
“Acourse.”
“Now, when you’ve been an especially good little girl, Matthew will bring you into his bed. For a special treat.”
Nancy beamed.
“How will you feel about sucking off your new father?”
No hesitation, “Oh fine. I mean it’s only natural. Boys have their needs.”
Dr. Mary took her time, went over everything twice to make certain that Nancy was fully cognizant of the changes ahead. Then added another positive.
She had told Matthew about a scientific study done in Finland. “Now the sample is too small to project. And while the paper was published in the Helsinki Medical Almanac, it wasn’t peer-reviewed. And, there was no control group study to compare it to.”
“Oh.”
“But the results were impressive, positive, and received well by the public. Of course, it’s too early to predict how long the effects will last.”
“But you think we should try it on Nancy.”
“Iknowwe should. Just based on her Sunnyside experience with those other mothers.” She winked at the boy, “There is a reason that Finland is constantly rated the happiest country in the world.”
“Okay, go ahead.”
Dr. Mary explained to Nancy, “These are significant changes to your life that we’re discussing. Missy Champlain will be stopping by two or three times a week to check up on you.”
“Okay.”
“And, not every single day, but most days, she’ll be sending one of her little video girls to get you off.”
“Oh!” She looked at Matthew and he smiled, “It’s for the best, Nancy.”
Dr. Mary, “Honey, all you have to do is lie back and let them lick you to orgasm after orgasm.”
Again, she looked to her son. He smiled, “Dr. Nancy and I want you to cum several times a day.”
Nancy giggled.
Dr. Mary, “Nancy, I saved the best for last. Remember how my attorney is fixing it so Matthew can adopt you legally and properly?”
She nodded firmly, “Yes ma’am.”
“Well, she’s also doing the paper work so that Matthew can marry you.”
Nancy gasped, and tears started running down her cheeks. Matthew took her in his arms, murmured softly, patting her back until she calmed down.
Then he stepped back, put his hands on her shoulders, and said, “Nancy, you’re going to be my daughter and my wife. Do you understand that?”
“Yes sir! Oh, God, yes!”
Dr. Mary, “I’m putting you on the Pill, honey.”
“Acourse.”
“But Matthew will decide when to impregnate you.”
“Acourse.”
“Now tell us what’s going to happen to you.”
“Matthew is gonna adopt me! I’ll be his little girl. An’ he’ll spank me whenever I need it.” She was almost breathless, “An’ then he’s gonna marry me!” She turned to her son, “Honey, I’ll be the best bride you kin imagine. I’ll do everything you want!”
He smiled kindly at her, “I know you will, Nancy.”
Dr. Mary was curious how she’d react, “Matthew has never spanked a little girl before. So he’s going to practice on your mother.”
Nancy nodded — that made perfect sense to her. Then she lowered her voice to impart some secret information, “Mommy loves it when Daddy and the boys spank her.” She whispered, “She tole me she sometimes messes up on purpose.”
“But your brothers don’t spank her pussy?”
“Oh no! Daddy would never allow that. That would be unnatural.”
Dr. Mary herself accompanied Matthew and Nancy to his grandmother’s home. Rachael Boudreaux knew him of course, but was startled that her grandson had brought a doctor with him. She knew of Dr. Mary, everyone did, as the Sunnyside Doctor.
Matthew said, “Rachael, I’m going to start disciplining Nancy, so I decided to practice on you.”
Dr. Mary knew the 14-year-old was out of his depth. And was trying to present a calm facade. Which, he was doing pretty well. And that was important because of all the added responsibility he’d be taking on at home.
Rachael grinned, “Acourse.” She immediately began unbuttoning her sundress without the least bit of embarrassment.
She still had a pretty good figure even after four children. But her posture whispered defeat, her body slumped, even as her eyes sparkled in anticipation.
She had one concern, “Um, Matthew ... uh...” she patted her pussy. “See, Carl, he doesn’t let my boys ... you know.” She turned pink.
Dr. Mary was proud of Matthew, “Rachael, I’m hardly one of your boys.”
The 41-year-old grandmother blushed deeper, and said, “Sorry, Matthew, I wasn’t thinking straight, me.”
As Dr. Mary set up a tripod, Rachael knelt on her hands and knees on the sofa, her butt in the air. Then she turned to her grandson, “Or, you wanna start here?”
She lay on her back, rolled back on her shoulders, supported her lifted-up hips with her hands, as she moved her thighs as far apart as she could. “Or here?”
Matthew, also naked by this time, cleared his throat, “I’ll start with your butt, Rachael.”
“Acourse.” She flipped herself over, as obedient as a well-trained puppy.
Dr. Mary had expected Matthew to be a bit hesitant at first. But his very first butt-slap was so powerful that Rachael howled in pain. His cheeks turned pink and his erection throbbed in excitement as he found his rhythm.
Nancy smiled and nodded to herself. Watching her mother get spanked was familiar, and friendly, territory. It was the way things were supposed to be.
Matthew then found a different kind of rhythm. After a minute or so, the clever lad had developed an unconventional timing — catching Rachael off guard. He was able to get her confused about when the next blow was coming — he often caught her in mid-yelp as he struck her now-glowing butt.
Then he said, “Okay, Rachael,” and she instantly assumed the prone position, her legs forming an inviting V. He looked down with interest at his new target, taking his time, building her anticipation.
Dr. Mary thought, “This boy’s a natural.”
Nancy smiled, proud of her son, happy for her mother.
As he slapped his palm onto her waiting pussy, he said, “Huh,” and began ejaculating onto her tummy and breasts. Matthew wasn’t the least embarrassed ... he seemed more intrigued than concerned about his unplanned climax.
Rachael giggled as she scooped his cum into her mouth, “My boys can’t do that, none of them.”
Dr. Mary wondered if she meant they couldn’t yet ejaculate, or couldn’t cum from the excitement of spanking their mother’s butt. In any case, she was pleased with Matthew. His being so turned on boded well for when it became time to discipline Nancy. Who was smiling proudly as her mother licked up her son’s cum.
Then Matthew began spanking Rachael again. It seemed as if he had never missed a beat because of his orgasm. His grandmother, thighs spread, nipples erect, her blush extending down to her chest, began thrusting her pelvis up to meet his hand.
Her breathing became ragged as she whispered hoarsely, “Matthew, kin I cum?”
He blinked, then shrugged, “Sure.”
With her feet still in the air, Rachael closed her eyes and fingered herself to a quick climax.
Then giggled, “Go on, please.”
Later, Rachel still naked, Dr. Mary watched as the four of them sipped chicory in the kitchen.
Dr. Mary knew that the woman had to be sore, fore and aft, but she moved with an easy grace. Years of practice.
Rachael smiled, “Thank you for letting me cum.”
“You’re welcome.”
She spoke conversationally, as if discussing the weather, “My boys, they won’t let me cum.” She looked inquiringly at the doctor, “Do you think that’s because Carl won’t let ‘em do my pussy?”
Dr. Mary nodded, “That could be, Rachael. Or, it may be they enjoy seeing their mother in heat. Needing it so badly and being denied the relief you so desperately crave.” Dr. Mary smiled benignly, “Little boys, even the youngest ones, can have a cruel streak in them.”
Rachael looked thoughtful, “You know, that there might jess be it. They git the biggest kick when Carl really lets me have it.” She nodded to herself, “They git to cheering an’ whistling an’ stomping their feet. Is that natural?”
“With a small subset of sadistic boys, yes, it’s quite natural. The more twisted they are, the more they enjoy seeing their mother suffer. In fact, I’m surprised they don’t ejaculate in pleasure.”’
“Oh, they cum all right. All over me. Sometimes twice, depending on Carl.” She felt the need to explain the distinction between her sons’ ejaculations, “See, it’s only when they’re spanking my butt — that’s when they don’t cum.”
Matthew, who could feel his erection throbbing in his underwear, was curious in spite of himself, “Do you lick up their cum, Rachael?”
She was startled at the obliviousness of the inquiry, “Acourse I do. I mean, they’re boys.” Nancy nodded in agreement.
Dr. Mary, “When will Carl start having them fuck you?”
Another perfectly normal question, “That one, you’ll have to ask him. He hasn’t tole me yet.”
Then, while on the subject, she turned to Matthew, “You want I should ask Carl, kin you fuck me?” Seeing his surprise, she said, “I mean you are a boy? An’ already doing my pussy?”
“I’ll do Nancy first.”
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