Camp Sunnyside
Copyright© 2026 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 19
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19 - “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
Thursday night, the night before The Weekend, Nancy’s husband, Willie, wanted some pussy. Not wanting to dissect why she didn’t want his cum in her pussy that particular night (it wouldn’t have been being unfaithful to Theo, for God’s sake!), she blew him instead.
And, she decided not to analyze the ‘why not’ any further.
The next morning, Willie off to work, kids in school, the reality of The Weekend commanded her full attention. Yes, she, Nancy Guidry, wife, mother of three, was actually on her way to spend an illicit, inappropriate, ill-fucking-legal, tryst with her own fucking son.
But suddenly, she was out of time to argue with herself. At the salon, Wendy showed her the photo of Cindy’s haircut choice. It was radical, to Nancy anyway, but she felt she was on a train that had already left the station.
She stared at the asymmetric do. The right side was cropped short, just over her ear. The left curled back under her chin. Nancy found herself unable to argue for a more conventional look.
The Korean girls took their time — her legs were as silky smooth as when she was a toddler. Wendy herself did her pussy — and gave it a nice smooch at the end.
Then, Wendy began caressing her pussy. “My girls are good, but Cindy wants to make sure you don’t cum.” She winked, “That little sexpot wants you all hot and bothered for Theo.”
Nancy didn’t even blush at the open acknowledgment of why she was at the salon. She just whispered, “Thank you.”
“Have you decided how far you’re going to let him go?”
That led to a discussion about blowjobs, licking pussy, snowballing. Openly speculating about what she would do in bed with her son, didn’t strike Nancy as the least bit odd.
In fact, for the first time in days, as Wendy skillfully caressed her clit, Nancy relaxed. A certain lassitude, an easing of burdens, had settled her down. The train she was now on, the Weekend train, no longer felt loud and rushing.
It was proceeding at a smooth, easy pace, and Nancy was just along for the ride. Sure.
At home, as she packed her overnighter, mostly makeup, she remembered Cindy’s instructions, “Bring your favorite vibrator.”
Nancy was smiling calmly to herself as she tucked her Magic Wand into the case.
At Cindy’s house, Nancy took one more last-minute shower. Sprayed a subtle vanilla scent into the air, and strolled through it. She took her new ‘robe’ from Cindy’s closet and modeled herself in the mirror yet again.
She sat on Cindy’s bed and studied her image. Even sitting down, her pussy wasn’t quite visible. Then she giggled, “Mother of the Fucking Year because I’m not letting my son see my cunt.”
Nancy did a quick recon — yep, Cindy had set up tripods by her bed, in the living room facing the sofa, in the kitchen. That little girl had really thought it through.
As she heard the front door open, she quickly fluffed her already erect nipples, put on a smile, and went out to greet her son.
Theo stopped in mid-stride, looking like a cartoon character with his bulging eyes and mouth wide open.
“You ... I mean ... Mama, you ... you look...”
She patted her hair, “I do like my new do.”
Theo was, literally, speechless. He stared at her haircut, studied her face, raked his eyes up and down her body. The boy’s reaction was beyond, far beyond, anything Nancy had anticipated. She was pleased — no, she was delighted.
She clapped her hands once, “Shower.”
Interestingly, Theo’s awed reaction actually relaxed Nancy. She didn’t think about it in words, but she felt an easing of concern both mentally and physically. She had been reminded that as eager as her son was ... well, she was the one in charge.
And, it wasn’t a mom/son thing. Well, only partly. But shewasthe adult in the room. Despite Cindy’s ongoing influence on him, Nancy knew he would obey his mother this weekend.
Sure, he’d try out different fantasies, but when she told him no, he would move on.
Shower-fresh, Theo stood facing her as she sat at the kitchen table. One camera on him, the other on her.
“Mama, I’m sorry, but I gotta cum. Real bad.”
She smiled, “Why are you sorry?”
“Because I don’t wanna rush it. I wanna look at you an’ look at you.” He gripped his erection.
Having no idea where the inspiration had come from, Nancy said, “Let’s try something different.”
“Okay, what?”
“I wonder if, no, Ibetyou kin cum jess looking at me. Looking an’ talking. Okay, hands behind your butt.”
Theo was puzzled, but grinning at the same time.
Nancy, “Okay ... um, let’s see. What would you like to do with me?”
“Anything?”
She shrugged, “It’s your fantasy.”
“Uh, kiss you?”
“A peck on the cheek?”
He snorted.
“Well, we’ve already kissed — think of something else.” Nancy was getting into the game. It felt naughty, but delicious at the same time. He was hard and hungry, full of need and seed. She thought, “Hey, I like that! Need an’ seed.”
“Um, your boobs. I mean breasts.”
“What is it about boys and tits? Hmm, I wonder if it goes back to when you jess loved to suck on my puppies?”
“Uh, maybe?”
“So, boobs. My boobs. What’s your fantasy?”
“Uh, seeing them? I never have ... I mean, not that I remember.”
Nancy nodded thoughtfully as she toyed with her son, “So, looking, that’s all you want?”
“That would be amazing, Mama. Truly.”
“Well, I’ll think on that. What else would you like to see?”
He blurted it out, “Everything!”
“Including...?”
“Your pussy! God, especially your pussy.”
“Hmm, that’s a surprise. And ... well, my pussy jess got touched up at Wendy’s.” She winked, “And guess what.”
“What?”
“Cindy tole Wendy to play with my pussy, caress my clit. To get me all hot and bothered. But not to make me cum.”
“Why? Why not?”
“See, Cindy, she is one naughty little girl. She wanted to get me horny for you, jess for you.”
“I’d love to see it! An’ you, all of you.”
“Huh. Interesting.” She gestured down her body, “See, my robe is too short, way too short for little boys.” She winked, “Cindy tested it out — you wouldn’t be able to see everything unless you were sitting on the floor.”
“Oh God!”
“Jess to be safe, I should probably put on some panties. Jess to be safe.”
“Mama!”
“But, truth to tell, I like myself jess like this.” She patted herself at the juncture of her thighs, “See if this little baby accidentally came unsnapped ... why I’d be as naked as you are.”
That did it. Because Theo was holding his hands behind his butt, his orgasm sent globs of cum flying across the room. Nancy mentally counted up to six, as she smiled to herself.
While Theo’s Weekend fantasies were centered around sex, Nancy knew enough to understand that they both needed a normality break from time to time. So, sitting side by side on the sofa, they streamed “Sleepless in Seattle,” one of her favorite romcoms.
Then, a snack break.
Nancy, “Another movie?”
“I guess.”
She had seen “Son Fuckers” three times over the years with her girlfriends. And while she didn’t know how often Theo had watched it, the number would have been more than that.
Darlene had it running on a loop, on a big screen, in a downtown theater. It was free to one and all. The first showing during the week was a few minutes after the schools let out. The film was widely popular in Sausalito for several reasons. The forbidden. The open scenes showing real sex. But most of all because most of the viewers actually knew some of the women and children in the movie.
When Nancy pressed Play, Theo suddenly sat up, “Oh.”
She snuggled against him comfortably, her feet up on the coffee table. Which meant her bare legs were clearly visible. She rested her right palm on his left thigh.
“How many times have you watched this one, honey?”
“Oh ... maybe a dozen?”
“Ever think about me while you’re watching?”
Theo snorted at the absurdity of the question. Then he flipped the script, “You ever think about me? About fucking me?”
She was lazily tracing circles on his thigh with her fingernail. “Yes, yes I have. Now, it never was a fantasy — I didn’t get off on the idea. But yeah, a bunch of us moms used to talk about it. Quite a bit after the movie first came out.”
“Do you think ... I mean, would you ever consider...?”
“Honestly?”
He was holding his breath, and could only nod.
“Well girls my age ... see, my sex drive is at an all-time high. It happens to a lot of us in our late 20s, early 30s.”
“Oh.”
She patted his thigh, “Do you know why Cindy chose this particular weekend for us?”
“Why?”
Nancy whispered, “Because this is the time, every month, when I’m at the peak of my peak. When I’m alone, I finger myself ... well, you wouldn’t believe how often.”
Theo stared at her.
“So ... if you wanna know if there’s ever a chance that I’d fuck you ... well, it’s this time of month.”
“How ... how much of a chance?”
“Well, most of the time, it’s flat out zero. But right now, while I’m so horny, an’ you’re sitting right next to me naked an’ nice an’ hard ... an’ I’m turned on by this movie ... well, I’d say your chances have zoomed up to maybe 5%.”
He was staring into her eyes as he absorbed what she had just told him, “Five percent, that’s not bad.”
“Well, I don’t know if it’s good or bad. But let me get caught up in the story an’ ... an’ we’ll see.” She started the movie again.
Nancy then began commenting as they gazed at the flatscreen, “Honey, jess look at that tiny pussy — I wouldn’t mind a taste of that myself.” Theo stiffened. “Although she musta taught her boy how to lick her pretty good — that looked like a real orgasm, don’t you think?”
Theo cleared his throat, “Yes.”
A couple of minutes later, she squeezed his thigh and paused the action, “See, right there — that is one of my favorite parts. You kin see how torn she is. He’s rubbing the head of his cock up an’ down her pussy, but he doesn’t dare put it in unless she tells him to. I jess love her face — you kin tell how much she wants it, but she knows how wrong it is at the same time.”
When the young mom finally pulled him inside her, Nancy sighed, “That’s when I would have given in, me. That exact moment — I couldn’t have held out another second.”
When the star, Charity Devereaux, finally let Christopher fuck her, Nancy said, “I came right then, the very first time I saw it.”
“Oh, God, Mama.”
She backed it up, “Now look at their faces — this is the moment when they both realize she’s gonna let him. See, the head of his cock is in her. That means that she already gave in. But look at the expression on her face — see all the love she’s feeling for him?”
“I do.”
“Now look at Christoper’s face — he’s ... he’s transformed ... it’s love for his mother, the awe in his face that she’s actually letting him do it.”
Theo whispered, “Yes.”
“Now, back to Charity ... if you look at her real close, you see the love she’s feeling, acourse. But there’s a ... a happiness there too. You know why? Because at that instant, she realizes that the greatest gift a mother can give her son is to be his first-ever pussy. I mean, to me, that there is the sweetest moment in the movie.”
Theo’s voice cracked, “Is that true for you ... I mean, the greatest gift part?”
Nancy’s voice was tender, understanding, “Yes, baby, I believe it is. That’s when I cum the hardest — when Cherry realizes that fact. You kin see her expression shifting — she wanted it so bad, needed it so much. But when he first enters her ... you kin see her expression turn to a ... a kind of joy. She realizes in that second what she had the ... the ability to give him.”
“Oh.”
“Baby, if I ever did fuck you, it wouldn’t be because of how horny I was.”
Theo could only nod.
“It would be because of how much I love you. And understand how giving you your first-ever pussy would mean to both of us. To you, an’ to me too.”
She patted his thigh, “But truth to tell, an’ I do love you, but what I’m feeling right now is ... lust. Me practically naked. You nice an’ hard. Charity looking so blissful...” She giggled, “An’ this being that time of month ... let’s see, I’d say your chances of nailing me are ... it’s zoomed up to 20%.”
He gasped.
She nodded to herself, “Yeah, that feels about right. For the first time in my life you got about a one in five chance to fuck me. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, “In fact, I’m on the verge of cuming right this instant.” Her voice was genuinely husky, no playacting now.” She whispered, “I’m sopping wet, God!”
Theo moaned and shot off, untouched again.
A few minutes later, Nancy restarted the film. And paused it just before Christopher was about to enter his mother for the first time. “When you watch this from now on, remember our little discussion. For a moment there, I was almost like Charity ... almost ready to give you your first pussy.”
She placed her hands on his cheeks, “Always remember this, Theo, I love you enough, I was aroused enough that I was not only thinking about it, part of me, a big part, wanted to fuck you.”
He stared at her.
“Acourse, that’s my body talking, Mother Nature having some fun with me. But, at the same time, my mind, my conscience, is telling me, “Don’t you dare, Nancy, don’t you dare.”
Theo pointed to the screen, “What about that — just the head, that’s all?”
Nancy looked at him as only a mother could. With understanding, compassion, sympathy to his needs. “Honey, if Ieverlet you put the head of your cock in my pussy, I’m a goner. I’d have to be to the point where my body is running the show. An’ if that ever happens, jess go ahead an’ fuck me.”
He studied her face, trying to decipher her meaning.
“Theo ... see, to me ... well, it wouldn’t make any difference if it’s one inch or all six.” She winked, “You would be one happy motherfucker.”
A lifetime memory for Theo Guidry.
After dinner — turkey gumbo with wild rice and red wine (she allowed Theo a glass) — she looked him straight in the eye. She didn’t know how much was teasing him, and how much actually reflected her mood, she said, “I got me a problem, babe. I need to cum, really need to. But now I’m embarrassed because you’re here.”
Theo stared back. He could read the sincerity in her voice, in her movements.
“I ... uh, could stay in here, clean up while you ... you know.”
“That is sweet. But this is supposed to be our weekend together. Me an’ you, for better or worse, two peas in a pod...” Jesus! Stop blathering, girl.
She held out her hand, “Come with me,” and led him back to Cindy’s bedroom. “Git under the covers, an’ don’t peek. Face the wall.”
Heart racing, he complied instantly.
Her own heart racing, Nancy unsnapped her robe. The sound was immediately recognizable, and Theo caught his breath. Before she changed her mind, she tossed the robe over to his side of the bed, clearly visible.
While she had been wearing only that one silky garment, being suddenly naked was both scary and exhilarating. Yeah, he couldn’t see anything, but even just knowing ... it was the most exciting thing in his young life.
Nancy practice breathing in and out as she crossed the room, opened Cindy’s top dresser drawer, and took out her vibrator. When she had walked through the process in her mind, it had seemed more daunting, more intimidating than it was turning out to be in real life.
Somehow, the fact that she was so exposed, so vulnerable, actually calmed her down.
She slid under the sheet, then remembered to turn on the two cameras. Then she found herself snuggling against Theo’s back. As she slid her left arm under his neck, she made sure her nipples were pressed firmly against his back.
With her right hand, the back of it placed against his butt, she tuned on her vibrator. Theo was barely able to breathe.
As she began masturbating, she licked the back of his neck, and whispered in his ear, “God, I need to cum.”
Nancy was vaguely aware that Theo had cum for the third time that day sometime between her first and second orgasm. She put her Magic Wand behind her and snuggled even closer, her pussy against his butt, the front of her thighs molded to the back of his.
They drifted off to sleep, Nancy a couple of minutes before Theo.
When she woke up from her catnap, she felt rejuvenated. She searched herself for any signs of guilt. Nope, not even a hint of embarrassment. She looked down at Theo ... still asleep, probably exhausted from all the emotional turmoil.
She smiled —- he looked years younger in repose. She had noticed that at home, when she went in to wake him for school. Even when he had morning wood, he had such an innocent appearance.
She brushed her teeth, then stood under the shower head sighing in relief as the water cascaded over her body.
There was a knock at the door, “Mama, I have a towel for you.” Translation: would she let him see her naked for the first time?
Feeling almost carefree, her heartbeat calm, she turned off the water, stepped out of the tub, and opened the door.
He whispered, “My God,” as she smiled merrily at her dumbstruck son. “Just in time.”
Theo’s hands were surprisingly steady as the gently patted her dry. Nancy winked as she hung her robe back in Cindy’s closet. Symbolically telling him that she would be available for his viewing pleasure the rest of the weekend.
“Take your shower — then we have a champagne date in the kitchen.”
As she fixed some snacks, Nancy began trying to figure out why she was relaxed, so calm. At first she thought it was because she had given in to her own needs and masturbated to two orgasms. While lying right beside her son.
But that didn’t feel right, not exactly. No, she began to realize that her personal line of demarcation had been mental, emotional, more than physical.
Her attitude adjustment from cautious to almost carefree had occurred when — and because — she had openly discussed letting him fuck her. Forget the made-up percentages, the long odds against.
No, she had been truthful when she told him that, physically at least, that part of her did want to fuck him. She had meant it at the time, and he had realized that she was telling him the truth.
When he came into the kitchen, and began sipping his wine, he had obviously been thinking, “Mama, what if I jacked off into my hand? Would you ... would you ever consider snowballing with me? I mean, you already kissed me?”
Nancy, the new, improved Nancy, smiled at him, “You think that’s the best we kin do?” Then she winked, and pushed out the side of her cheek with her tongue — the universal blowjob sign.
Theo grinned, and poured them more champagne.
Then, Cindy FaceTimed Nancy from Gulfport, getting right to the point, “When I have Chuckie fuck you the first time, do you want Theo there?”
“No.”
Both of them understood that Nancy was saying no to her son’s presence. She was not objecting to letting a 14-year-old fuck her.
“Put me on speaker, and hand your cell to Theo.”
He smiled as Cindy asked him, “So what has she let you do so far?”
Theo turned the camera to his mother, who giggled, scooted lower in the chair, and began stroking herself. Pleased that Cindy was watching. Then hoping that Chuckie was there too. And, Allison for that matter. Nancy was still riding a high.
“She let me kiss her! An’ see her naked an’ towel her off! An’ she had two climaxes with me right there beside her in bed.”
“That’s very good, Theo, but we’re just getting started with her, me an’ you.”
His grin widened.
Nancy felt a wave of deviltry sweep over her, an almost physical sensation. A celebration of naughtiness itself. “Cindy, I changed my mind, I do want Theo here on Monday.”
Her son’s puzzled look was replaced by surprise, and a little bit of hurt, when she explained, “Honey, I’m gonna be giving Chuckie his first-ever pussy.”
“Oh.”
“An’ I want you right there, watching me close, real close. See, I want you to pretend, to imagine, that it’s you fucking me, not Chuckie. Act like I’m lettingyouin me. Letting you fuck me, make me cum. An’ it’syouwho’s cuming in my pussy.”
“Could it really be me? Someday?”
“I never thought I’d hear myself say this, an’ mean it ... but ... okay, I’m at a solid ‘maybe’ now. An’ that’s not made up — it’s a true ‘maybe’.”
Cindy said, “Theo, we’ll both work on her, me an’ you. Now on Monday, I want you to suck Chuckie off first thing.”
Theo nodded, “So he’ll last longer.”
Nancy giggled, and continued stroking herself.
“Yeah, an’ remember to snowball his cum with your sweet mama.”
“Acourse.”
Nancy nodded to herself.
Cindy, “Oh, hi, Mama. Check out Mrs. G.”
Nancy smiled as Allison gave a wolf whistle, “That is primo. Kin I have a taste of her, honey?”
“Acourse, Mama. I decided to let Chuckie fuck her on Monday. Let’s see ... Theo’s gonna suck him off first thing.”
Allison, “Good, I like the idea of his cum in her mouth and pussy.”
“So you kin have her first thing. But after Chuckie cums, I want you necking with him — get him hard so he kin fuck her.”
“Good, I’ll be able to get myself off this time. No time pressure. I’m still pissed I didn’t cum up there on the stage.”
The Chuckie spoke. Nancy was delighted that he was there watching her too. She continued to stroke her pussy. For Theo, for Cindy, for Allison, for Chuckie. But mostly for herself.
Chuckie, “Cindy after I fuck her the first time ... well what about from then on? Do I get to keep doing her?”
“Think about it, Chuckie. Mrs. G. is Theo’s mom. After Monday, it’s up to him. He’ll be making all of her pussy decisions from then on.”
Allison nodded to herself, “Makes sense.”
Nancy nodded too. It did, looked at in a certain light, kind of make some sense.
Cindy, “But on Monday, I’m turning her loose for everyone to enjoy. I want to get her in full slut-mode.”
Allison, “Yeah, I can see that — she does give out a delicious slut vibe.”
Nancy beamed at the compliment.
Cindy, “Now, Theo, I want to see you active on Monday. Guide Chuckie into her. Suck her nipples while he’s fucking her.”
Theo was nodding happily as he pictured it.
“We want to make sure she cums. It’s not enough that she’s getting fucked — we’re gonna make sure she cums and cums.”
“Oh.”
“See, it’s naughty enough for Mrs. G. to fuck an underaged boy. It’s wrong, it’s immoral, an’ it’s certainly illegal.”
Theo had followed her logic, “But it’s even naughtier if she cums. Shows how much she loves it.”
“Exactly right. While you’re doing her boobs, Mama will be working on her little clit. See, Theo, me an’ you, we want to slut her up. Get her begging foryour14-year-old cock, not jess Chuckie’s.”
A few minutes later, Nancy, still high, smiled to herself, remembering the little plan she had thought up in the shower before Cindy called. She scrolled through a clip, and paused it.
“Theo, remember when I said if I ever let you put the head of your cock in, you should jess go ahead an’ fuck me?”
“Acourse I do!”
“Let’s do some studying on this here little clip. Let’s look real close to see if the head of Christopher’s cock goes in or not.”
Theo had been erect for so long. It was now throbbing wildly — just as if he hadn’t cum three times that day. He scooted his chair next to hers, and stared at the “Son-Fuckers” star, Charity Devereaux. She was lying on her back, her butt at the end of the bed. She had her knees back by her shoulders, holding her thighs back with her arms.
Christopher was standing on the floor, his erection in his right hand as he lovingly rubbed it up and down her pussy.
Theo was staring from the mother on the little screen to his own mother as Nancy frequently froze the video to highlight one image after the other. And, as an instructional aid, she was using her middle and index fingers to simulate an erect cock.
“See, honey, my fingers are in my crease, jess like Christopher’s cock is in hers.”
He whispered, “Oh God.”
Nancy moved her fingers up and down, imitating the boy’s motions. “Look real close ... see, not even the tip of my finger is inside. An’ what does that mean?”
He croaked, “What?”
Her tone suggested that the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, “Why, you’re not fucking me. “She tapped the tip of his erection, touching it for the first time. “Not as long as this little cutie isn’t inside me ... well, we’re good to go.”
Theo understood the words, and the distinction — head in or out — but he had no idea whether his mother was giving him the green light or just teasing him as she loved to do.
She went back to idly caressing her outer lips, “See, while you were in the shower, I was here thinking about pussy.”
“Okay.”
“Actually two kinds of pussy. But both of them mine.”
He frowned in confusion.
“Let’s talk in ... what’s it called? Theory? Theoretical, that’s it. Or maybe it’s hypothetical, maybe that’s the word I want. Where what I say isn’t real it’s ... it’s jess for discussion purposes.”
“Okay.” He couldn’t stop staring as Nancy blithely continued to caress herself. She was fully aroused, no question about it. Her own caresses, plus watching Charity as her son was doing everything but fuck her. And, no denying it, Theo’s obvious admiration of her was another contributor.
“See, earlier we were talking about me fucking you. Or, me letting you fuck me, maybe that sounds better. In any case, let’s say my love for you, a mother’s natural love for her son, overwhelms me. I feel such intense love I’m about to explode. An’ I decide, or I can’t help myself an’ ... an’ it’s like I’m overcome with emotion. I have to, jess have to, give you your first-ever pussy.”
He could only nod.
“But there’s another way it could maybe happen ... my high sex drive, this time of month, the two of us alone ... and I got this terrible urge, this need that’s too much ... an’ I kinda lose it an’ jump your bones?”
“Uh.”
“Now this is what I been thinking about. The first, that example is my love driving me to give you the greatest gift a mother kin bestow. Her own pussy.”
Theo nodded.
“But if I fuck you because I’m burning up with lust, pure-D lust ... well that’s not a gift I’m giving you. That’s my cunt in control of me.”
“Oh.”
“Now, which would you rather fuck — my pussy or my cunt?”
“Pussy!” No hesitation.
She smiled delightedly, “That’s exactly right! You chose a mother’s love over her own selfish needs.” She winked, “An’ I’ll let you in on a little secret — you got a better chance of scoring me that way.”
He was smiling now, “How good a chance?”
Nancy tapped the video clip, “If I let you do this, could you hold back?”
Theo started to answer, then paused as he watched Christoper’s hungry expression. And Charity’s growing need as she began thrusting her hips up, offering him, symbolically at least, her pussy. Or was it her cunt?
Theo looked from the screen to his mother’s pussy, up to her eyes, “Yes, I kin hold back.”
Nancy studied him. Not to evaluate his sincerity — she believed he really could resist the temptation. No, she was evaluating whether he was ready, and, actually whether she, herself, was ready for such a major escalation.
In her mind, letting him ‘Christopher’ her would be more intimate even than oral sex. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe because she would be blatantly — physically and symbolically — offering him unfettered access to her pussy. Maybe because it would be a position that someday she might actually ... no, slow down, that line of thought was venturing into treacherous territory.
But all of this mental back and forth was just delaying what she had already decided to do.
Then, another thought popped into her mind, maternal in its very practicality. “Theo, when you ‘Christopher’ me, where will you cum?”
Not, obviously, in her pussy.
“Uh, in my hand? On the sheet? Maybe ... on your tummy?”
“Oh, I think we kin do better than that.” She winked at him and licked her lips. Then took his hand, “C’mon, before I chicken out.” A small fib — she was now as eager as he was.
First, Nancy turned on both cameras.
Then, as she assumed the position, arms hugging her thighs back to her chest, she was feeling a mixture of surprising calmness, and intense anticipation. She knew her body, knew that it would soon be experiencing a heightened degree of Theo-involved ... lust.
Yep, no question, she was already on the verge of cunt-fever. She would be offering him exactly that — her cunt as opposed to her more innocent pussy.