Camp Sunnyside
Copyright© 2026 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - “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
The ‘autograph photo’ was an instant hit. There were dozens, hundreds, of more explicit pictures and clips circulating around town. But something about a clothed mom and her naked son struck a chord all over Sausalito.
Missy’s team delivered copies to classrooms, to individual homes, to businesses ... seemingly everywhere all at once. TheSausalito Chronicleran it on their front page, above the fold.
Miss Kitty’s posted an enlarged poster in its Main Street front window. Contrary Mary’s did the same on its front door.
It was a well-orchestrated media blitz aimed at further normalizing the acceptance of public nudity while underscoring the erotic mother/son connection.
At first, it was Tee-Jimmy’s penis length that set tongues wagging. But gradually, Amy’s sheer sexiness, even though everything was covered, made a more lasting impression.
She looked like a very pretty Cajun girl. Typical, like she might be your neighbor or your cousin. An attractive, familiar-looking face that made her implicit naughtiness seem even lewder.
She obviously was wearing nothing underneath. Her nipples were clearly outlined. And, she was gazing directly, and fondly, at her son’s cock. But more than that, her towering presence made Tee-Jimmy look far younger than he was. The viewer’s mind said that the boy met Eulalie’s minimum age requirement of 14. But, subconsciously, many, if not most people, felt they were looking at an illegal photograph of a way-too-young boy with an exaggeratedly long cock. And, they were loving it.
Plus, there was something in Amy’s posture, her expression, that somehow magnified the implied naughtiness.
Literally hundreds of kids sought out her autograph. Far more than asked for Tee-Jimmy’s.
It was Amy Savoy’s fifteen-minutes, and Missy planned to make full use of her instant celebrity.
At first, Missy planned to have Amy perform at the next Saturday morning show for the boys. That would include the added benefit of having her son in the audience.
Then, a stint at Contrary Mary’s as one of the naked Monday Mamas. Followed by a late-night performance on the Miss-Kitty stage having sex in front of adults.
But something was holding Missy back. Somehow, she intuitively sensed that the wife-beater shot was more valuable in the long run. Sure, Missy could parade Amy around ... and that would be well received.
Missy asked Doctor Mary about her own hesitancy.
“Simple. Amy is more valuable to you as a couple. With Tee-Jimmy.”
“Of course. I’ll wait to see what develops at Sunnyside.”
Doctor Mary smiled at her protégé. Missy was brilliant for being so young, but she needed to think deeper, think longer.
“We’ll do more than wait, Missy. I’ll double the dose of her LaLibido.”
Missy grinned, ‘That’s more than we’ve given any girl.”
“Amy is six feet tall, she’ll be able to handle it.”
“Okay.”
Doctor Mary winked, “And I’ll make some specific Tee-Jimmy suggestions when I hypnotize her right before Sunnyside.”
Missy nodded in admiration. She realized that she had a long way to go to reach even Darlene’s level of expertise. But, she was getting there. Learning on the job.
Her most valuable lesson, by far, was to treat grown women like little girls. For some reason, that was what many women wanted. What transpired at Sunnyside wasn’t the result of a grown woman deciding to fling off conventional restraints. She wasn’t a mature mother doing naughty things with her son.
No, through LaLabido, through hypnotic suggestions, through the force of Missy’s will, this mother had transformed back into someone who reminded herself of her younger days. She became someone she had once been — carefree, unbothered by societal norms.
And, she was hornier than she’d ever been in her life.
The pre-Sunnyside hypnosis sessions were explained to each new mom. “Doctor Mary will put you into a light trance. This will allow her to determine which five moms will be most compatible with each other.”
In fact, the doctor did end up switching a little girl from one group to another a couple of times. But the real reason for hypnosis was simple — to plant naughty mother/son suggestions. To convince the girls they would be more sexually aroused than at any time in their lives. To assure them that they would be orgasming more often and more intensely than ever.
And, most of all, they would be happier, feel better, enjoy life more, not only at Sunnyside, but when they returned home. The closing message to a girl named Chrissie Boudreaux was typical.
“Chrissie, when you’re back home, you’ll be so happy that Roger can still make you cum so hard. So often. So easily.”
Eyes closed, perfectly relaxed, Chrissie smiled, “Really? Back home?”
“Honey, the more time you spend with him, the better he’ll get.”
At home, after their photo session in Darlene’s studio, Tee-Jimmy Savoy cautiously began testing limits with his mother. He wasn’t a bold, confident boy by nature, but the temptation was too great to resist.
One morning, after his father had left, when he heard his mother’s shower turn off, he knocked timidly at her bathroom door.
“Yeah?”
“Kin I come in?”
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Kin I come in?”
Kay smiled to herself. Typical boy. “Okay.”
He stopped short and stared as his mother, naked with a towel wrapped around her head, casually wiped the steam from her mirror. The towel exaggerated their height difference even more. Water droplets were beaded on her rosy skin.
“What’s up?”
“Uh ... want some help? I mean I could dry you off? With a towel? If you wanted?”
Kay hid a smile. Her son, blushing and visibly nervous, was wearing his usual pajama shorts — the front poking out. His hands were unsteady, and he was blushing from his cheeks down to his tiny nipples. Beet red.
Feeling impish, she tossed him not a towel, but a washcloth, “Have at it, cowboy.”
He stared at the cloth, uncomprehending for a moment. Then a giggle escaped. His mother wasn’t upset — she was toying with him. Tentatively, then with more confidence, he stood on tiptoes and began drying her shoulders and back. Down to her butt. One leg, then the other.
Kay was leaning forward, applying makeup. When Tee-Jimmy started doing her upper chest, she turned to give him full access. The washcloth was now wet — he was mostly just smearing water around.
Gathering a little more confidence with each passing minute, he placed his bare hand on her butt, and gently began dabbing at her pussy. The highlight of his day.
Heart racing, he pushed out the cloth with his middle finger gently rubbing the crease of his mother’s pussy.
Amy said, “Breathe. Or you’re gonna pass out.”
“Oh.”
As Tee-Jimmy racked up another life-memory, Amy was taking her own temperature. How did she feel? Why had she allowed him into her bathroom?
She hadn’t bothered to rationalize. She could have told herself that he’d already seen everything at the photo shoot. Or, that he’d be seeing a lot more of her at Sunnyside.
Nope. Amy had simply opened her bathroom door stark naked, fully aware of what she was doing.
She gazed down fondly at the top of his head. He was frowning in concentration. His left hand was squeezing her right butt cheek as he continued to massage her pussy with his cloth-covered middle finger.
Amy felt a vague sexual stirring, but she knew it wasn’t caused by Tee-Jimmy. No, she was a little proud of herself for allowing him in. But, mostly she was becoming caught up in the idea of her own naughtiness.
She understood, and she was pretty sure her son did on some level, that this little escapade was far more intimate than at the photoshoot.
There, she and Tee-Jimmy had been following Missy’s instructions. Wendy and Ray-Ray had prepped her for the cameras. It was in Darlene’s studio where countless videos, much more explicit videos, had been shot.
But here, at home, it was just Amy and Tee-Jimmy. No supervisor, no crew, no reason to be standing naked for her son’s viewing pleasure.
And, this act, this voluntarily-lewd favor she was granting, explained her arousal. It wasn’twhatTee-Jimmy was doing. It waswhowas allowing him to do it in the first place.
Granted, if she allowed his clumsy pussy-massage to go on, eventually she might have a physical reaction to it. No, Amy was aroused — she glanced down ... yep, her pink nipples were upturned and erect — because of her own daring, her own willful complicity.
“Tee-Jimmy.”
“Huh?”
“I think you got my pussy dry.” He was beet red as he hung up the washcloth.
She winked, ‘But you better doublecheck jess to make sure.”
He stared up at her, unbelieving for a moment. Then, hand shaking, he tentatively ran his bare finger up and down her lips. He whispered, “You’re right.”
She winked again, “Now if you were some other little boy, I’d let you find out that I’m jess the opposite of dry inside.”
He stared, mouth open.
“Anyway, thank you ever so much for your kind courtesy.”
He took the hint, and left.
Somehow, Tee-Jimmy knew, or intuited, that this had been a one-off. He wasn’t about to press his luck.
He heard, but didn’t turn around to check as his mother came out and strolled into her bedroom, “Fix your own cereal, cowboy. I have some unfinished personal business to attend to.”
Gobbling cereal, he heard a soft moan coming from her bedroom. He wasn’t certain, but he wondered if she had wanted him to hear her.
Doctor Mary shared each of her Sunnyside counseling sessions with Missy through the office video clips. Missy, for her part, made careful notes about what the doctor had suggested when those little girls were under hypnosis.
Then, in her post-Sunnyside follow-up visits, Missy would try to ascertain how closely the girls were adhering to Doctor Mary’s implied directions. When Missy was in doubt about what was really going on with a girl, she simply sent her back to be hypnotized again.
This extra hypnosis session served a couple of purposes. One, Missy would learn exactly what was going on in each home between the mother and her son. And, Doctor Mary could reinforce her earlier suggestions. Occasionally, when feasible, she would expand the intensity of her incest instructions. Gradually getting some of the more easily influenced girls to become bolder and bolder.
Doctor Mary also began increasing the LaLabido dosages by five-milligrams at a time. The behavioral results were usually only incremental gains in horniness, but each increase would gradually begin to build upon itself.
These post-Sunnyside little girls were prospering. Blossoming. They were as happy as they’d ever been in their lives. Getting more sex than ever. And enjoying it more than ever.
Husbands and boyfriends were the most direct beneficiaries. Not only was sex more frequent, but it was more intense. The second tier of beneficiaries were, of course, the sons.
Many boys quickly realized that when Daddy left for work, Mommy was often ready for ... well, for whatever her mood dictated. Often, it was nothing more than making out. Hugging and deep-kissing before she had to leave for her own job, and he had to catch the bus.
Many boys learned how to read their mother’s moods. When she seemed she might be open to having him untie her robe. Or allowing him to lick and suck her nipples. These sons were puzzled at first because often he and his mom merely worked themselves up. He had learned enough at Sunnyside to tell when she was sexually aroused. So, he was puzzled that she often didn’t need to cum. She just seemed to enjoy the buzz.
But many boys came to realize that even though Mommy might not have orgasmed, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be in the mood to fool around again when he came home from school.
And, it wasn’t true for everyone, but there was twin dynamic at work. Many boys began looking forward to seeing what kind of mood his mom was in when he came home from school.
Conversely, some of those mothers found themselves dreamily fantasizing about what she would be getting up to when her son walked through the door.
Missy quickly learned that post-Sunnyside maternal behavior fluctuated from girl to girl. Many of them didn’t fool around at all when her husband was home. Or, due home. Others grinned and pulled a robe open when his back was turned. Copped a quick feel between her son’s legs. Snuck into his bedroom and slid a pussy-slick finger into his mouth.
The fact was that Sunnyside had changed most of these little girls. And the meds and hypnotic suggestions kept their sex drives consistently high. Plus, whenever they watched their own Sunnyside clips, they were subconsciously registering subliminal images of Evangeline fucking her son.
Unfortunately for Doctor Mary, the effects of increased dosages of LaLabido soon reached a ceiling. Beyond which would lie uncharted territory. She was naturally curious to see exactly how far she could push her girls, but drew an arbitrary line at risking any adverse physical consequences.
The LaLabido clinical trials in Europe had confirmed what many doctors had predicted — individual women had varying reactions to the same dosages.
No surprise there. Female sexual arousal was driven by both mental and physical factors. That complex process was affected by a combination of brain neurotransmitters and hormone levels. When taking Lalabido, Dopamine and Oxytocin were working in concert with estrogen and testosterone levels.
So, each girl’s body had its own level of reaction to LaLabido. Twenty milligrams might turn one little girl on more than forty milligrams would arouse another.
This is where Doctor Mary could experiment, could learn, and could have some fun.
Lucinda Antoine was a prime example. Over a period of six months, Doctor Mary had been increasing her dosage in increments of five milligrams. She had started the 28-year-old mother on 20-milligrams. During one of Missy’s home visits, Lucy told her, “It’s working, that pill. I haven’t been this horny in I don’t know how long.”
“Leonard must be happy.”
“He’d be happier if he were home more. He’s on the road in that fucking truck as much as he’s home.”
“Well, you know how to take care of yourself.”
Lucy grinned, “Almost every day.
Doctor Mary, with weeks passing in between, steadily increased Lucy’s dosage. At 40-milligrams, Lucy became concerned enough to make an appointment.
“Doctor, I hate to do it, but I better stop taking that LaLabido.”
“Of course — whatever you want. However, I’m curious. Why do you want to stop?”
Lucy blushed, she was embarrassed, “I’m too horny. I need to cum three, four times a day. And even when I’m not diddling myself, I’m thinking about sex.”
“Undress, dear. Missy will do a nipple and clitoral evaluation.”
“Oh. Okay, sure.”
Lying back, fully exposed, in stirrups, Doctor Mary and Missy could tell just by looking that Lucy was, indeed, in heat. Flushed cheeks, engorged nipples, squirming hips. Plus, intangibles. Minor heat waves seemed to be radiating off from body.
Missy, making it up as she went along, twirled the girl’s nipples. She murmured, “Advanced arousal.”
Doctor Mary, pretending to take notes, said, “Scale?”
Missy frowned in concentration, “Including temperature increases, I’d say Lucy is right at seven and a half.”
“Continue.”
Missy casually caressed Lucy’s pussy, tapping her clit. As she circled it with her middle finger, Lucy blushed deeper, and her breathing became raspy. Missy smiled down sympathetically, “How close are you, hon?”
She was thrusting her hips up, “Pretty fucking close.”
Doctor Mary handed Missy a stopwatch, “Time her.”
Fourteen seconds later, the little girl orgasmed. She seemed more relieved than embarrassed.
Doctor Mary, “Continue.”
Missy somehow sensed what the doctor wanted. She brought Lucy to the very brink, then stepped back, “Thirty-seven seconds to peak clitoral arousal.”
Lucy moaned softly, her eyes squeezed shut, her hips still squirming. Missy moved the girl’s hand down to her pussy. Lucy’s eyes popped open, staring at Missy for permission. Missy held up the stopwatch, smiled, and said, “Go ahead, honey.”
Her thank-you came out as a whisper. Still staring into Missy’s eyes, she soon found that familiar and blessed rhythm. Her eyes went out of focus as she orgasmed for the second time.
Minutes later, Lucy still naked, sitting in a visitor’s chair, looked at Doctor Mary, “See?”
“I see a healthy little girl learning how to enjoy her body, and life’s bounty, to the fullest. You have absolutely nothing to be worried about, Lucy, I can’t tell you how many of my patients would be delighted to trade places with you.”
“But I think about it alla time. Am I like, obsessed or something?”
“Is she still moist, Missy?”
Lucy automatically uncrossed her legs and lifted her hips a little to provide access.
Missy winked at the girl, “No, doctor, not moist, she’s still wet.”
“Even better. Lucy, you are a very healthy little girl in peak condition. Do you really want to cut back on your orgasms?”
“No. I mean, God, you could see how much I love to cum. But ... see, I’m worried about myself. I mean, Leonard’s gone so much of the time.”
“But little Monte is home, right? We saw how he got better at Sunnyside. He could make you cum with his fingers.”
Missy, “Doctor, now he can get her off with his mouth.”
Lucy looked both embarrassed and a little proud.
“Is that right, honey?”
“Yes ma’am. But I’m not bragging on him. I mean, I know it’s mostly my meds.”
“How long does it take him?”
“Well, see after breakfast, I gotta get ready for work? At Annie’s Diner? An’ he’s gotta catch his bus? But ... well, I get this terrible urge? A need?
“How long?”
“Maybe ... um, seven or eight minutes?”
“Have you considered setting your alarm earlier? So you can orgasm more than once?”
Lucy blushed deeply, “I already did. Do. When Leonard’s gone.”
Doctor Mary leaned forward and patted her hand, “That’s exactly the spirit I want to see.”
“It is?”
“Think about it, hon. Your body is humming along at peak capacity. If you’re good to it, it’ll reward you. The more you cum, the better you’ll cum.”
She nodded uncertainly. Understanding the words, but still concerned with her increasingly lusty behavior.
“What is it that’s behind all of this, Lucy? What’s really bothering you?”
“Monte. See, I get so needy, me. I get impatient waiting to wake him up. Or to come home from school. I feel like a ... a predator or something.”
Doctor Mary smiled understandingly, “And how does Monte feel about it?”
In spite of her concerns, Lucy giggled, “Well, he’s a 14-year-old boy. Acourse he loves to see me like this.” She gestured down her still-aroused body.
“How do you get him off?”
Another giggle escaped, “Most of the time he cums when he’s going down on me. He gets so excited that I let him ... you know.” She crossed her arms, thinking about it, “But sometimes he gets too worked up to concentrate on his job.” She shrugged, “So I suck him off and put him back to work.”
Doctor Mary decided it was time to address the real issue, “How close are you to fucking him?”
“See, that there, it the problem. I don’t wanna. I mean, when I’m in heat ... but that’s different.”
“When your husband’s home, you’re all over him.”
“Yes ma’am. Leonard can’t keep up with me.”
“Then when he leaves a long-haul trip, you begin to feel anxious. And hornier than ever.”
Lucy nodded vigorously.
“And who is still home — Monte.” She reached forward and patted Lucy’s hand again. “I hope you appreciate how fortunate you are to have that boy available night and day.”
Lucy blinked. She’d been so focused on her own needs, she hadn’t considered her blessings. She was speaking mostly to herself as she nodded, “He is a good boy.”
“How large is it?”
“Four an’ three-quarters. But it’s a little thicker than his three buddies.”
“Okay, Lucy here’s what we’re going to do with you. Deep down, you don’t want to stop taking LaLabido, do you?”
She blushed again, and whispered, “No ma’am, not really.”
“I’m going to start lowering your dosage. From 40-milligrams down to 35. If necessary, we can go further — down to 30, even 25. Missy will check on you and Monte on a regular basis.”
“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.”
Later, when they were alone, Missy asked Doctor Mary, “How much should I raise it?”
“Up to 45-milligrams to start. We’ll jump it five-milligrams at a time until ... well, until we see what she’s like.”
Missy made a note for Ray-Ray to print out prescription labels for Lucy’s new meds — indicating that the pills were only 35-milligrams.
Missy grinned, “I can’t wait.”
“Depending on Lucy’s results, we can begin experimenting on the other little girls in a few weeks.”
Doctor Mary agreed with Darlene’s philosophy on son-fucking. It was better to let a mother decide to do it on her own. No direct pressure. No hypnotic instructions.
Missy hadn’t yet reached that philosophical plateau. She didn’t yet appreciate the delicious sensation of watching a young mother fight against the idea of it. Struggle emotionally. And, watch as her resolve began to crumble.
The highlight was when a girl could no longer fool herself. Was forced to admit how much she not only wanted it, but now she needed it.
However, there was one little girl who tempted even Doctor Mary to bend her own rules. Amy Savoy.
She was regarded as one of the sexiest girls in Sausalito. That autograph-photo, not at all explicit, had captured the town’s attention. Watching Amy succumb to the most forbidden temptation of all would be one of the doctor’s career highs.
But most of all, Doctor Mary had targeted the girl because of her obvious indifference to sexual interaction with her son. She loved Tee-Jimmy, that wasn’t in question. But he just didn’t turn her on.
Yeah, she would take him to Sunnyside. Jerk him off, maybe even blow him. But, for Amy, that would be like a little chore to check off the to-do list. Her heart wouldn’t be in it.
Yet, Doctor Mary resisted raising her LaLabido dosage. And, was refraining from planting direct hypnotic mother/son directives into her subconscious. Although she might rethink her hypnosis position.
However, Doctor Mary was willing to become more aggressive with subliminal video suggestions.
Amy’s buddy, Cybil told her, “Doctor Mary wants a copy of your fuck-tape with James.”
“How come?”
“Missy is putting together something with you an’ the other four Sunnyside moms.”
“Oh. She’ll probably run it on a loop while we’re there.” That she would be featured in fuck-tape for everyone to see didn’t bother Amy at all.
Doctor Mary, Missy, and Ray-Ray were delighted with the clip. As Amy fingered her cock-stuffed pussy to a climax, her position mirrored that of Evangeline when she was fucking her son.
Both girls were straddling their partners. Both had their legs bent at the knee, and were leaning back on their hands facing the cameras. Pussies front and center.
Both climaxed as they fingered their clits.
Doctor Mary knew exactly what she wanted. She pointed to the frozen image of Amy in mid-orgasm. “Ray-Ray, right before and right after Amy cums, insert that .003-second image of Evangeline cuming in that exact same position.”
“You got it.”
“Then go back to the start, and insert Evangeline in every five seconds.”
Missy whispered, “Wow.”
They then turned to the clip of Tee-Timmy spurting cum during his one and only studio visit. “Again, .003-seconds right after the Evangeline image.”
Missy nodded, “Amy cuming. Evangeline cuming. Tee-Jimmy cuming. Mother and son, mother and son.”
“Make sure that Amy and Tee-Jimmy watch it together.”
“Will do.”
“Better yet, bring them back here to the studio. Ray-Ray, use three or four cameras, whatever works. Missy, don’t force Amy, but I want some steamy makeout footage. Amy on top. Tee-Jimmy on top.”
Missy nodded, “Of course. And you’ll want to see Tee-Jimmy cum at least once.”
“I do. Have a couple of your little girls naked to inspire ... no, scratch that. I want Amy to be his only inspiration.”
“I’ll tell her all five Sunnyside girls will do a makeout clip with their sons.”
“Good idea. In fact, do the other little girls too. I don’t want Amy to know we’re singling her out.”
Prior to Amy’s second studio session, Doctor Mary put her under. Amy was one of those patients who was easily susceptible to hypnosis.
“Are you excited about another photo shoot?”
Amy lay there, nude and languid, completely relaxed, “Oh, sort of. I guess. Actually, even though he’s only my husband, I’d be more interested in being with James than Tee-Jimmy.”
“Missy can certainly arrange that.”
Doctor Mary let the silence build.
Amy squirmed a bit, “Acourse I know what everyone is interested in — me an’ Tee-Jimmy.” She didn’t sound resentful, nor even matter-of-fact. She had mentally accepted that her son was integral to Missy’s Camp Sunnyside plans.
But Doctor Mary asked anyway, “How do you feel about that? About you and Tee-Jimmy?”
“It is what it is.”
More silence.
“I mean ... okay, I’m not looking forward to that part, me.”
Doctor Mary sat patiently.
“I mean ... he is a good kid. It will mean the world ... even jess seeing me like this...”
Patience.
“It’s not like I got anything against the idea of it. I mean, I gotta admit I watched that clip of Evangeline doing her boy more than once. An’ it was hot. No question. An’ it was one of the dirtiest things I ever saw. I mean I know them both, have know ‘em for years ... an’ there she is, actually fucking him.”
Doctor Mary noticed her erect nipples. That Amy was opening a closing her thighs as she recalled the steamy scene.
“So ... yeah I have thought about it ... me an’ Tee-Jimmy. I gotta admit I kinda like the ... well, the naughtiness of the idea. But actually fucking him, no thank you.”
Patience.
“Now, I’m not stupid.” Amy was softly caressing her nipples. “If someone offered me a million bucks, acourse I’d fuck Tee-Jimmy.”
Amy frowned, “Now what does that mean? What does it say about me? Well, I’m certainly not against the idea of son-fucking. In fact if a girl, a friend of mine, was on the fence, I’d encourage her to go for it.”
“Have you ever fantasized about actually fucking Tee-Jimmy?”
Instant answer, “No. I mean I have thought about it, acourse. Ever since that “Son-Fuckers” came out ... well every mom I know was talking about fucking her son.”
Amy’s right hand trailed down to her pussy.
“But most moms are like me. The idea is kinda fun to think about ... to imagine. But it jess doesn’t turn me. Okay, it doesn’t turn me off either. I’m not sure what that says about me.”
“It says that you are an open-minded girl who, in your heart of hearts, loves sex. Loves to cum. With your husband, with Cybil and Wanda, with other moms when you’re at Sunnyside.”
Amy beamed that glorious smile as she caressed herself.
“And with those other four Sunnyside boys. Have you admitted to yourself that you’re going to be licking pussy there?”
“Acourse.”
“And that you’re going to be fucking those four little boys?”
Amy giggled and nodded, “I really like the idea of that. All four of ‘em doing me, one after the other. And, their mamas right there watching their boys get so excited and cuming in me.” Amy shivered with pleasure, “An’ no James there — I kin do whatever I want.”
“Amy, that applies to Tee-Jimmy as well. You can do whatever you want with him. At Sunnyside, none of the old rules apply. You, Amy Savoy, have complete and total freedom to do everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
She smiled to herself as her mind roamed over the ocean of possibilities.
“At the very least you’re going to let Tee-Jimmy get you off?”
Amy started to answer, then asked, “How?”
“With his fingers.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“With his mouth.”
Amy hesitated, then shrugged, “Why not?”
“Expand on that.”
“Well, girls been licking my pussy like forever. Now, Tee-Jimmy won’t be near as good, but I’m a pretty easy cum.”
“And don’t you just love the idea of your own son, so eager to jam his tongue into your little pussy? You know how forbidden that is. And that’s why you’re going to enjoy it so much.”
Amy smiled.
“What you don’t realize, Amy, is how intensely Tee-Jimmy is going to make you cum.”
“He is?”
“Yes. I promise you. Your son will make you orgasm every bit as hard as you do with Cybil and Wanda.”