Camp Sunnyside
Copyright© 2026 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - “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
Sissy called Camille, “Well, so far, so good.”
“Show him the video yet?”
“No, but I will. He’s in the shower right now.”
Camille laughed, “That’s a good sign — he got excited.”
“Twice.”
“Excellent, see you in a few.”
Sissy smiled to herself as she recalled the priceless expression on Oliver’s face. Awe, hunger, admiration, lust. True, he was her son. But deep down she vaguely understood that he was, or represented something larger. He was, in a way, pure Essence of Boy.
She knew how attractive, how sexy, she looked. And, at that age, boys were easy. Any naked girl would excite them. But she was just beginning to realize how much influence she would have on those Sunnyside boys. And that made her giggle, as she imagined five boys, involuntarily spurting off as they stared at her.
Sissy reviewed the minute-long clip yet again. The opening scene showed her smiling broadly, almost a carefree expression, before Camille lay her down. She froze the image and thought, “Yeah, I need to lose a few pounds, but I still look good. Sexy as fuck.”
Great smile, boobs still perky, nipples pink and upturned. And her pussy bald for the first time since puberty had hit her. Then, she scrolled through some of the dozens of photos she had, searching for one particular shot. Ah, there it is. It show Sissy, dripping water, stepping over the rim of the hot tub, one leg raised and bent at the knee. The evening sunlight had caught her in a flattering light. She was smiling at the camera, her bald little pussy on full display, front and center.
She heard Oliver’s shower turn off and clicked on one of his Miss-Kitty videos. She had deleted most of the ones that Ray-Ray had sent her — they were repetitive after a while. But she had saved a couple of them. She and two of her girlfriends compared sons every once in a while.
She studied Oliver for a moment, trying to picture next week when she would be seeing him live. He took after his father in that he was slender. A little skinny, in fact. His erection, well, compared with her friends’ sons ... it was a little on the thin side. But, it was also a little longer at the same time.
As her friend, Susie had said, “Our boys aren’t super studs, but they’re jess fine in that department.”
Carole had agreed, “Yeah, they’re about in the size range that I remember for 14-year-old boys.”
And that, Sissy decided, was good enough. Oliver wasn’t porn-star material, but he was at least average.
He came bursting back into the kitchen wearing only his white jockey shorts. Sissy started to tell him to put some shorts on, but stopped herself. After the weekend she’d just been through, and considering the week that lay ahead for Oliver and her ... well, get used to it, girl.
On impulse she said, “Wanna see what I looked like when Wendy finished with me?”
He skidded to a stop, staring at her. “Naked? Could I? Fuck yes!”
She glanced at his bulge, smiling to herself as she turned her cell to him and watched him stare at her hot-tub picture. His jaw dropped, his mouth hung open as his hips began tiny humping motions.
He moaned, and began spurting into his underpants. Sissy wasn’t aroused, but she found herself oddly pleased that she had had that strong, that immediate, of an effect on him.
“Oliver. Oliver.”
He blinked, tore his eyes away from the photo, “Huh?”
Sissy pointe to the spreading wetness and said, “Another shower.”
He looked down, shrugged, “Yeah,” not the least embarrassed. He was still gobsmacked. He reached for her cell, and held it, staring raptly, “My fucking God, Mama, you are ... you are ... I’d like to ... I mean, jess look at ... I never ... you are...”
Caught up in the moment, Sissy spoke casually, “Want me to zap you a copy?”
He turned to her, staring, trying to determine if she were serious. “Holy fucking God, YES! Please!”
Still in a playful mood, “What would you do with it?”
He blurted out, instantly and honestly, “Jack off. About a million times a day.”
“Oliver. Oliver.”
“Huh?”
“Did you hear yourself. Did you hear what you just said?”
“Huh?”
“That you want to beat off to me. To your own mother.”
Again, so open, so earned, “Acourse I do! I mean, Jesus, jess look at you. Fantastic tits. That tiny pussy” He took a breath, “An’ you’re beautiful — the way you smile, that haircut ... your...”
“Well, we can discuss photo sharing after you clean up.” She grinned and pointed again.
Back in the kitchen in his third pair of underwear, Sissy smiled at him, “Now, where were we?”
“That picture! Are you gonna send it to me?”
“No, before that. What were we talking about?”
“Oh. Mrs. Melancon ... she ... they got her off?”
“Twice, in fact.”
“And then?”
Sissy decided to cut to the chase, “And then it was my turn.”
“And?”
“And, it didn’t take ‘em long.”
“You came? While they were, you know ... with your pussy?”
“While they were fingering me. And necking with me. An’ sucking my nipples ... yes, honey, I came.” She winked, “The second time was faster and ... and more intense.”
Sissy was certain that Oliver was unaware that his right hand was now under the waistband as he squeezed himself. That wasn’t a turn-on to her, but there was something kinda satisfying about his self-evident lust.
“How, um, intense?”
“Oliver, if a girl knows what she’s doing ... well she can make another girl cum so ... it’s so satisfying.” She winked again, “And Wendy’s Korean girls knew what they were doing.”
“God.”
“Acourse when they left ... oh wait, I almost forgot. The second time they came to Sunnyside, Missy tole them to jess use their mouths.”
Oliver’s face went blank for a second until he figured out the significance. Then he gasped and stared into her eyes, an unspoken question looming large.
“They did Mrs. Melancon first.” Sissy giggled, “She’s the fastest cum of all of us.”
He shook his head, impatient to return to the main subject, “How about you?”
“Well ... see, I’d messed around with other girls in middle school, but we never ... not with our mouths.”
“But?”
“Well, see, I knew it was like ... what’s the word that means it’s gonna happen anyway? Inevitable! I knew Missy wouldn’t let any of us not ... you know. I mean, forget about Darlene. Missy was one in charge at that point.”
He was rubbing himself even more frantically, “And?”
“An’ so I volunteered myself.”
“Tell me! Everything! Please.”
“See, I always liked necking — boys, girls it didn’t really matter. But girls are like a lot better at it? So anyway, one of Wendy’s girls started kissing me? An’ the other ... well, she was sucking on my puppies.”
Sissy surprised herself, and hefted her breasts to illustrate.
“Fucking God, Mama, jess fucking God!”
Sissy smiled to herself, fond memories. “Then the one kissing me, well she started sucking my other nipple too.”
“Both of ‘em? At the same time?”
“That’s right. An’ by that time ... I was so ... um, excited I’d a done anything Missy wanted. I mean it. If there had been a man there ... an’ she tole me to ... you know ... well, that’s jess the state they had me in.”
“And then?”
“Well, one of ‘em worked her way down my body an’ ... an’ that was all she wrote.”
“Mama!”
“Okay, okay. You know from all the porn you guys watch ... you know about my clit an’ how sensitive it is?”
Oliver nodded eagerly.
“Well, honey, she put my thighs over her shoulders an’ ... well, I’ll jess say, that girl knew what she was doing.” Sissy looked thoughtful, “Now, I’ve had a couple of boys, well, maybe three or four go down on me.” She paused frowning, trying to remember, “Well, more that that. But they never were able to get me off.” She winked, “Those two Korean girls ... well, they had me moaning an’ bucking my hips an’ begging for more. I was real disappointed when Missy had ‘em stop.” Shrug, “But the other three girls deserved their own turn, so I understood.”
“Mrs. Bergeron, Mrs. Comeaux, Mrs. Guillory ... they all got ... those Korean girls ... they all...”
“Honeybun, you have no idea how hot it was to watch. Me an’ the other girls played with ourselves, got off jess watching.”
“Oh My God!”
Sissy found herself relaxed and enjoying the banter, the awe in her son’s expression and voice. She decided to jump to the juiciest part, “Now, thinking back, I began to see that Missy ... well, she musta learned a lot from Darlene. ‘Cause she had the five of us ... well, even though she’s jess 14 ... we were ... we found ourselves doing whatever she wanted.”
“God.”
“But then Darlene dropped by late Saturday and changed everything.”
“Everything? How? What did she do?”
“She sent Missy an’ her pals home. An’ tole us we had to take care of ourselves. Than night an’ Sunday too.”
“Take care of yourselves? What does that even mean?”
Sissy grinned impishly, “You really wanna know?”
“Mama!”
“Check this out.” She clicked on the video clip, and sat back.
Oliver went dead still for a couple of seconds. Then his left hand joined his right, under the waistband. He exploded for the fourth time almost simultaneously as he watched Mrs. Melancon make his mother cum.
The Sissy/Oliver discussion had been on Monday. Darlene summoned her five girls to Miss Kitty’s late on Wednesday morning. Their Sunnyside week with their kids would begin on Sunday.
Evelyn led them through the sparse late-morning crowd into the dressing room. “Undress, girls.”
No surprise, no hesitation. When she led them back through the audience, up the stairs to Darlene’s office ... well, after spending the long weekend in the buff, there was no embarrassment, no discomfort.
Darlene smiled at them as they settled into chairs, facing her desk, “Ray-Ray has shown me some preliminary clips of you girls. I am pleased with each and every one of you. Just so you know, I’m not going to post the edited versions on the Camp Sunnyside website. Why not? Because I’m going to wait until I have five or six groups to feature.”
Only Camille frowned a little.
“However, once he finishes editing your weekend fun and games, I’m going to send your clips to the other 193 women who have signed up to go to Sunnyside.”
Camille pumped her fist, “Yeah!”
“Now, some housekeeping. Next Sunday morning, Rémy will send a squad car, five cars, to pick you up. So, be ready to roll by 6.”
A chorus of ‘Yes ma’ams” echoed around the room.
“I’ve decided to keep your daughters home until Wednesday. So, you and your sons will have plenty of time to become acclimated to the ... um, Sunnyside culture.”
Each of them instantly began evaluating the new equation. It might make the start of their stay easier. But would it be more or less ... comfortable?
Sissy tried to reconfigure the mental images she had been imagining. They had all included 15-year-old Josette. Hmm. But she had known all along, all five girls had known, that Darlene’s primary focus had been mothers and sons. Well, it would be what it would be.
Darlene, “Another adjustment. I’ve decided to simplify this experiment as much as possible. Camille you don’t need to bring both of your boys. Pick whichever one you want.”
Another fist pump, “Beau!” No surprise there.
“And, Fleur, one daughter for you.”
No hesitation, “Yvette.” Her younger daughter, 15.
Darlene had anticipated the choices and was pleased. Five moms with five 14-year-old boys. Then, midweek, the addition of four 15-year-old girls, since Camille didn’t have a daughter.
“Now, how many of you have shown your weekend videos to your sons?”
Five hands.
“How many have sent him a copy?”
Again, five.
“Good girls. Now head next door to Ray-Ray’s studio. Missy will tell you what to do.”
Missy, Ray-Ray, and four other of his other video gals were waiting.
Missy, “Hi, girls, we didn’t get any group clips so hop up on the bed. That’s right, face Ray-Ray. Now lean back on your elbows. Good, now spread your thighs for the money shots.”
There had been no hesitation. Five grown women instantly obeyed the 14-year-old girl.
Missy turned to her little pals, “Let’s warm ‘em up I wanna see ‘em in heat.”
They used their fingers, lips, and tongues — it didn’t take long.
The five Sunnyside girls were surprisingly compliant. And, were soon flushed, nipples erect. Camille moaned softly in pleasure.
A few minutes later, Ray-Ray told Missy, “Done.”
Missy told them, “He’ll edit this and send it to you. Zap it along to your sons as soon as you get it.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Acourse.”
Darlene called Missy Champlain into her office, “I’m putting you in charge of my Sunnyside project.”
“Yes ma’am, thank you.”
“It would be easier for me to bend them to my will, these aren’t strong women. But I want them to become subservient to you. You’re younger than I am, and you don’t have any official role.”
Darlene had chosen Missy because the little girl was smart and quick. Missy smiled, “When those silly little girls start following my orders, they’ll be in an even weaker position.”
“Exactly. Easier to manipulate, more prone to obey.”
“Got it.”
“Your ultimate goal is mother/son interaction.”
“Of course.”
“But I don’t want you to force intercourse. I may change my mind about that as we near the end of the week, but for now, just encourage them. The more they do with their boys, the more you praise them.”
“The carrot.”
“Yep. I’ll be the stick if it’s necessary. However, I do want each of those four girls to end up getting something on with her brother.”
Missy grinned, “And that will carry over once they’re back home.”
“Exactly. I want brother/sister incest to become so common, so normalized in those four homes that the moms will begin to feel left out.”
Pierre woke up early on Sunday morning to fix chicory for Sissy. For once, Oliver had awakened easily, and was raring to go. When the police car pulled up in front, Pierre kissed his wife deeply, “Have fun.”
“I intend to.” But Sissy had spoken with more bravado than she felt. Oliver, of course, was the unknown factor.
Pierre sensed her hesitation and said, “You’ll work it out.” Since she had sent him the video with Camille and her, he’d become even more enflamed with the idea of his wife and another girl.
At Sunnyside, the five girls and their five sons milled around, waiting to be told what to do. There was an air of nervous anticipation among the moms. The boys ... well they were eager to get to the juicy parts. Each of them, having been naked in front of each other, at least a few times, at Miss Kitty’s didn’t seem to be daunted in the least.
They were hungry, excited, at the prospect of seeing five naked women — women they actually knew. They had talked among themselves during the previous few days, and each of them had admitted he was most keen to see his own mother.
The videos had been astonishingly exciting, but real life? In the flesh?
Missy was the only supervisor in attendance. But the girls were already used to obeying her instructions, so she didn’t anticipate any resistance. Darlene hadn’t bothered to tell the girls to follow Missy’s directives — she hadn’t felt it to be necessary. Besides, Darlene liked their submissiveness when she wasn’t present. Of course they would obey Darlene. But it was even more delicious to have them cede their will to a new girl with no formal authority.
Missy clapped her hands once, “Okay, everybody, strip.”
Just like that. No welcoming words, no agenda-setting. Just strip.
The boys grinned widely as they complied. Camille giggled. The other four girls were blushing, but they didn’t hesitate.
Missy pointed to an open locker by the outdoor showers, “Toss everything in there.”
Then, in a symbolic gesture, she placed a padlock on the door as she closed it firmly. All ten instantly understood that clothes were not only off their bodies, but were out of reach for the entire week.
Missy handed out five vials of hard-on pills to the mothers. “Make sure your son takes one every three hours. I want to see boners, more boners, and more boners still.”
Giggles and laughter.
Then, Wendy and two of her Korean stylists came out of one of the tents. Fifteen minutes later, the boys had matching buzz cuts, which made them look like cousins. But more surprising to both the sons and their mothers was that they also had all of their pubic hair shaved off. Erect penises automatically drew the eye, but even more so now.
Wendy and her team left, leaving Missy as the only ‘adult’ in the camp, “Okay boys, line up in front of Fleur Comeaux.” She handed the sunscreen to the blushing girl. Then, Missy activated two cameras that were on tripods.
Beau Melancon, petite like his mother, hustled to the front of the line. His stubby erection, maybe four inches, was throbbing. The five girls had immediately checked out their own son’s boners. And, the girls had been right — seeing them live, in the sunshine, was totally different from those Miss-Kitty video clips. All five were doing automatic size-comparisons — how did their own son stack up against his pals? Consensus? The boys varied a little in length and girth, but they all fell within the same general range.
Sissy smiled as Oliver hustled to be second in line. He was followed by Marcel Bergeron, Evangeline’s son. Then, Jules Guillory, Noelle’s boy. Last, but grinning the widest, was Gaston Comeaux.
Missy didn’t bother to tell Fleur Comeaux what to do. The task was obvious — lather the boys up. Each of the other four girls had instantly realized what the drill meant. Over the course of that first Sunday, each of them would eventually be coating her own son with sunscreen.
Fleur was blushing deeply, but didn’t seem all that perturbed. She rubbed the lotion into both palms and began oiling up Beau’s shoulders. Then, she turned him around, and briskly did his back, butt and legs. Then she turned him around to face her. Did his chest and arms. Tummy. Thighs and calves. She turned to Missy, “What if he cums?”
Missy just winked.
Fleur rubbed her index and middle fingers in her palm, oiling them up. Then she gently, but thoroughly, lubricated his cock and balls. Camille gave a wolf whistle.
The other four girls watched — the sight was repetitive but compelling at the same time. Fleur started again with Oliver, then Marcel, then Jules. Sissy and the other moms watched their sons intently. It was the first time each boy had been touched intimately by a female.
Showtime. Gaston, beaming, stepped in front of his mother. Fleur had obviously gamed it out in her head. She winked at the cameras, used her left hand to circle the base of his erection, and then simply masturbated him for the few seconds it took him to cum.
Camille led her four pals in cheering the action.
Sissy blinked in surprise. Not so much at the act, but at the abruptness, the suddenness. It was like Fleur Comeaux had skipped to the last chapter of a novel. Although later, thinking it through, Sissy realized that masturbating her son had hardly been the last chapter.
Missy clapped her hands once, “Okay, girls, line up in front of Jules Guillory.” She tossed him the sunscreen.
Sissy started. She had been so focused on the boys getting oiled up, she had forgotten her her turn would come too. Taking a cue from Fleur, Noelle immediately stepped in front of her son. To Sissy, the move was startling, but made sense at the same time. A baptism of fire. It was going to happen anyway — just get it out of the way first thing.
Jules, his thick cock bobbing wildly — Sissy estimated it was only a little over three inches, but nice and fat — grinned up in delight at his mom. He began with her orange-sized boobs, massaging them thoroughly, even twirling her erect nipples.
Noelle closed her eyes, a more or less neutral expression on her face. No, Sissy decided, it was more of a ... a calmness. She seemed to have already accepted what was in store for her. As Jules continued to play with her nipples, she didn’t object, didn’t hurry him along. She was seemingly content to let him enjoy himself.
As he began coating her tummy and waist, the other four boys shifted around, fascinated at the sight. And, anticipating what it would be like when their own turn came.
Using both hands, Jules rubbed the lotion up and down her left thigh. The top of his right hand was brushing her pussy, but she didn’t react, didn’t flinch. Then, her right thigh. Down to her calves and ankles.
Then, Joel stood back up and used his index and middle fingers to coat her pussy. As with her breasts, he took his time, gently exploring her pussy. Up and down, up and down.
Noelle’s expression didn’t change, but her cheeks were now pink.
As Sissy stared, fascinated, her one question was — is he going to stick his finger inside? He didn’t. Listening to some internal clock, Jules stepped behind his mother and did her back. At one point, he slid his hand between her thighs and tapped her pussy with his middle finger. It seemed more friendly than sexy. Here, Noelle did display a tiny smile.
By the time it was Sissy’s turn to be lubricated, the boy’s touch on her tiny pussy felt, somehow, natural. She smiled at him and went, “Umm.” Oliver stared at his mother, who gave him a conspiratorial grin.
Missy, and her team of three other video girls who had just shown up, fixed breakfast. And served mimosas along with the chicory. As they were clearing the plates, she said, “We’ll be back to fix lunch for you. Keep each other oiled up. Remember to shower before and after the hot tub.”
She grinned, “It’s gonna be a scorcher today — over a hundred. So ... sunscreen, the mister, showers, sunscreen.” Missy winked, “You boys use your cells — take plenty of videos.” And then they were gone.
Sissy didn’t know about the other girls, but she felt suddenly like the adults had left, leaving the children to their own devices. Then, from one of the safari tents, she heard Camille whoop, “Ladies, check out your tents!”
Sissy, with Oliver right behind her, entered the second one. She gasped. In the middle of the huge tent, there was one single bed, not even a twin-sized. One pillow, one bottom sheet, and only another sheet to cover her. Her and Oliver.
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