Chapter 16

While none of ‘civilians’ in Sausalito were aware that they were absorbing subliminal images of son-fucking every time they streamed a video, Darlene and Missy were quite cognizant of the fact. And, the two girls were pleased that the day-to-day stats showed that more moms were spending more time watching sex clips than they had in the past. Now, there was no way to measure the cumulative effects, but anecdotal indicators suggested more viewing let to more sexual activities in many of the households they were tracking.

Sausalito had long been unique in its sexual openness -- conversationally and in execution. Son-fucking was openly discussed -- without reservation, without embarrassment. Each generation of little girls was growing up understanding that the subject was now a consideration. Not a wildly improbable, one-in-a-million outlier, but something that most of the mothers, including her own, casually talked about it among themselves.

Who was actually doing it? Okay, not that many. But who was considering it? Seriously contemplating the possibility? These little girls were coming of age fully aware that every Sunnyside mom had, at the very least, masturbated her son. Yawn. More intriguing, how many had sucked him off? What had delighted Darlene from the first, and now Missy had joined her in fully appreciating the significance of mother/son sex discussions. Both girls were delighted that a maternal blowjob was now a valid consideration to girls even before they started dating. Let alone before they married and started having kids.

In other words, Sausalito had become saturated with a new sense of normality.

When Missy first announced Boys Night, Connie Savoy decided to get the inevitable confrontation out of the way, first thing.

“Carl, I know you aren’t happy about it.”

“I fucking hate it. You belong in my bed. Every fucking night.”

“Do you really expect me to defy Missy Champlain? Let alone Darlene Pellerin.”

“Yes.”

Connie looked at him evenly. She knew he didn’t have what it took to stand up to her. Yet, she didn’t want a world war either.

“Carl, I’m gonna do it. Just like the other 30 or so girls. Please, just get your head around that simple fact.”

“You don’t work for that Missy. Darlene neither.”

She folded her arms — not defensively but to indicate her own fortitude, “Carl, I’m not doing this because of Missy. My Sunnyside vacation was the highlight of my life.”

“Better than our fucking honeymoon?”

“Different from our fucking honeymoon. Which was wonderful, no question.”

“What was so fucking special about fucking Camp fucking Sunshine?”

Connie felt a tinge of pity for her jealous husband, “Do you really want me to tell you? We can watch my clips together, and you’ll see.”

He had, he claimed, refused to watch any of them on general principle.

That took the wind out of him, “I still don’t like it.”

She took his hand, “Want some pussy?”

Carl Savoy was different from the other husbands of the Sunnyside girls. They did check their wives out, and their daughters too, by watching those video clips. Several times.

To be honest, which some of the men were, they enjoyed seeing their wives with other women. What most of them decidedly didn’t like was watching those teenage boys fucking her.

What about wife and son together with each other? Most of the husbands didn’t mind that initial handjob. In fact, some of them rewatched it with considerable wistfulness. They, if they could admit it, would have adored that special maternal act back when they were 14.

But, eventually, those husbands came to, begrudgingly or not, accept the new reality. Their wives had enjoyed a week of unfettered sex. It helped, some, that they were in the same boat as an ever-growing number of other married men.

Conversations. The Sunnyside Effect.

Darlene and Missy hadn’t been surprised at how easily the resort-mothers bonded. After all, when two girls make each other cum ... well, they immediately have so much in common. By the second or third day, the girls were chatting away, amiably and intimately, as if they’d been besties for years and years.

But the camaraderie between these moms and the sons of their girlfriends hadn’t been anticipated. But when one of the naked mamas was in bed with an equally naked boy, relationships often began to form.

If she had just masturbated him, or sucked him off, he needed some recovery time. (Remarkably little with some eager lads.) So there they were, the boy often nestled in the arms of an understanding woman, and conversations naturally flowed.

For example, and this was on her first day at Sunnyside, Abby Lafaye had just masturbated Minnie Josset’s son, Cal. She had seen Minnie and him around town, but today had been their first time to actually meet.

Their encounter in Abby’s tent had been the first time a female had touched Cal. He had been blown away, and had been effusive in thanking her.

As they lay side-by-side on their backs, looking at the ceiling of the tent, Cal’s head was resting under her right arm. She smiled, kissed the top of his head, and said, “You don’t have to thank me anymore, honey. I get it.”

“Oh.”

Abby wasn’t driven, but she did plan to teach of the four boys to learn how to get her off with their mouths. She knew they wouldn’t be anywhere near as talented as their mothers, but she had fantasized about the very sluttiness of the concept.

In Abby’s mind, the key wasn’t that they licked her pussy, but that they actually got her off. As she waited for Cal to become excited, and erect, again, she lightly fingered herself. And made idle conversation to pass the time.

“Honey, when you’re home, who do you jerk off to? Who’s your favorite fantasy girl?”

“Um.”

She turned her head, and could see he was beet red, deeply embarrassed.

“You don’t have to tell me, that’s okay. But I’ll tell you what’s next — I’m going to teach you how to lick pussy.” She winked, “My pussy.”

“Oh, Mrs. Lafaye, really? You’d let me do that?”

“Scout’s honor. But now you have me curious. About your mysterious dream girl.”

Cal turned deeper red, “Will you promise not to tell my mom?”

Abby laughed, “So, it’s your mother. Good choice — she’s one hot mama. But why don’t you want her to know? It’s a perfectly normal fantasy.”

It took a few minutes to drag it out of him, but Cal confessed that he was terrified that she’d be upset. He’d had a nightmare that she had found out, and now despised him.

Later that day, after Cal had, indeed, given her a small orgasm, Abby made it a point to seek out Minnie Josset.

The two girls, having showered together, applied sunscreen on each other. Their first intimate touch, and both were pleased that it felt so natural. As they sipped margaritas in lounge chairs, Abby told her about Cal’s fantasy. Which came as no surprise to Minnie.

However, she was concerned about the guilt that he was apparently carrying. Especially, that bad dream.

That night, lying on the cot with her son, Minnie knew better than to bring the subject up. However she was a wise, experienced girl, used to dealing with fragile male egos.

“Baby.”

“Yeah?”

“You know why I signed up to come here? To Camp Sunshine?”

“Why?”

Minnie giggled, “Well a lot of reasons. But one you might not have thought about is all those video clips of me that Ray-Ray will distribute.”

Cal sat up, “Really?”

“Cross my heart. See, Iwantnaked little boys all over town to jack-off to me.” She giggled again, “I’m moist just thinking about it.”

Cal was stunned into silence. Abby smiled in the dark as she touched herself. Shewasmoist.

Cal cleared his throat, “What if it was someone you knew? A boy?”

“Oh, like Wally and Troy and Kim? Gosh, that would be even better, ‘cause I’ve known them all their lives. Hell, I’d encourage you to share my clips with them. And, now that I think about it, it’ll be even more exciting for them ‘cause they know me, see me almost every day.”

Cal was experiencing overload. He’d known for sometime that his mother was gutsy, brave. And, like Mrs. Josset had said, ‘one hot momma.’ But he’d had no idea that she was this bold, this exciting, this ... creative.

“Now, I’m not saying I’d be ready to let them watch me cum live. That one I’d have to think about.”

Cal was almost breathless, “But you might?”

“Baby boy, I know how good I look. And since we seem to be playing True Confessions, I’ll tell you that, yeah, I am an exhibitionist. Ilovepeople looking at my naked bod.” She whispered, “At my bald little pussy.”

He whispered back, “Even people you know?”

Abby turned on the overhead light, and winked, “Especially people I know.”

Too much. Cal moaned, and began spewing cum. He was staring down at the floor.

Abby reached under his chin, and raised his head. She spoke softly, understandably, “There! That’s what I love. A little boy looking at me and spurting cum when he got so excited.”

“Even ... even me?”

“Especially you. See, it’s so slutty, the idea of me making my own son explode. I loved the way you stared at my body, your cheeks got so red. And the way your boner was throbbing. All ‘cause of me.”

The next morning, as they were brushing their teeth in the open bathroom, Abby patted her pussy, “You’ll be seeing a lot of this little girl once we’re back home.”

Other than declaring that the first Saturdays were Boys Night, Missy hadn’t been specific. Such as, what time did the festivities begin?

Ignoring Dougie’s pleading looks and heavy sighs, Connie waited until her husband was parked before the television, watching yet another baseball game. Actually, on any other night, Dougie would have joined him.

Jasmine had already reminded his mother to have the boy take his hard-on pill. And, she had helped Connie set up two tripods — her own camera, and her son’s.

Connie’s bungalow, as small as it was, did have three bedrooms. She and Carl had the one with an attached bath. Dougie and Jasmine’s bedrooms had one small bathroom to share between them.

Around 8, Connie winked at her daughter, took Dougie’s hand, and led him back to his bedroom. Moments later, Jasmine heard the shower start up. She smiled to herself ... her brother would probably shoot off right away.

Connie was feeling her own tingle in that shower. She hadn’t anticipated how naughty she would feel being naked with him in her own home. It was definitely a different vibe than at Sunnyside.

And, perhaps the newness contributed to her change of mind. As she was drying Dougie off, she again, evaluated him. He was skinny, while she, herself, was slender.

She glanced approvingly at his erection. That, certainly was not skinny. Like his father, he had one of the fattest she had seen. Almost double the other four Sunnyside boys.

It wasn’t yet very long, around four inches, she estimated. But looking at her son brought back a rush of Sunnyside memories. Impulsively, she took him into her mouth. Moments later, he whispered, “I’m gonna cum, Mama.” Something she hadn’t allowed at Sunnyside, not in her mouth.

In response, she gave his butt two go-ahead squeezes, as she checked to make sure both cameras were on her. He arched his back and moaned as he exploded.

Mouth filled, she winked and lay him on his back. She had deep-kissed him at Sunnyside, but had never snowballed, not with him anyway. So this first Boys Night was already a night of firsts for them.

He raised up his head to meet her lips eagerly. It wasn’t so much the intimacy of the act, but that it was his own mother. Pinch me!

She rolled him over on top of her to complete the retransfer of cum. He was still erect — she could feel it throbbing against her long pussy lips.

Then Connie slowed things down — her turn now.

The night became almost dreamy to her. Dougie was now experienced enough with his gentle fingers and aggressive tongue to satisfy her. After her first soft, but satisfying, orgasm, she slowed things down even more. She wanted to enjoy the night fully, to pace herself. Not get too eager, but to keep herself on a physical high — aroused, almost on the verge of cuming. A state she hoped to maintain for some time.

Somehow, Dougie sort of sensed her mood, kind of interpreted his own secondary role. He knew without knowing that she wanted to feel aroused, in a state of anticipation for ... how long? So far as he was concerned for as long as she would allow him to taste her so intimately.

He knew, from listening to the other Sunnyside mothers, that his mom was someone rare — an easy cum. Everyone at the resort — moms and sons had licked her to at least one orgasm. But no one else but Dougie had been given as much pussy-access as he had.

And, that boded well for this first-ever Boys Night. While Dougie was still in absolute awe of his mother, he now had enough confidence in his abilities to give her exactly what she wanted — a night of heightened excitement, with a frequent enough orgasm to more than satisfy her cravings.

Around midnight that Saturday, Connie took a break. She was famished, and imagined her son should eat something too. She stood looking down at him with so much fondness.

Even Dougie could see that she was still aroused. Her cheeks had a touch of pink. Her nipples were erect and pointing up. But her sexuality was most evident in her face, her expression. She was slowly licking her slightly parted lips. Her eyes seemed both thoughtful and, somehow, naughty at the same time. They telegraphed that she was hardly through for the night.

Connie winked at him, planted a kiss on the tip of his erection, and whispered, “Be right back.”

She was so lost in memory and anticipation that for a moment she didn’t realize Carl was sitting at her kitchen table, drinking beer. With three empties in front of him. Despite the alcohol, he could spot her arousal instantly as he glared at her.

Connie decided to ignore her husband, and got out grapes, cheese and crackers, some mixed nuts, and a bottle of wine. She put everything, including a corkscrew and wine glasses on a tray.

Despite his barely suppressed anger, he couldn’t help staring at her naked body.

She stood there, aware of his appraisal, but already thinking of being back in Dougie’s bed. Then, feeling some husband-pity said, “Carl, tonight is the worst you’ll feel. In another month or two, you’ll still be resentful, but you won’t be furious with me.”