Camp Sunnyside
Copyright© 2026 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - “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
When Missy returned Monday evening, she winked at Sissy Vitrine. Who thought, “Now what?”
Missy, “Ray-Ray edited this for me special.”
All ten turned to the big screen. Sissy giggled; Oliver sat up straighter. It was a one-minute clip of her sucking him off. She watched it critically, relieved that those extra 15 or so pounds weren’t very much in evidence. The clip ended with a beaming Sissy, sticking her cum-coated tongue out for everyone to see.
Missy, now had gotten into the habit of making oblique asides rather than giving specific orders, mused, “None of these boys has snowballed.”
Camille laughed out loud. The other four moms grinned. That would be an easy one. They’d all snowballed, usually starting in middle school. The idea of doing it with their sons gave them a deliciously naughty feeling.
As for the boys themselves. Well, by this time, they’d already sucked off at least one pal. And any excuse to get a motherly blowjob ... well, sign them up for Snowball Class.
Missy winked at Sissy, “Darlene had Ray-Ray forward your clip to the other Sunnyside moms. Just over 200 by now.”
“Good.” Even though it meant that there was zero chance of Pierre not seeing it ... well, so what? The mood she was in these days...
That night, as Sissy lay in Oliver’s arms, he whispered, “I love you, Mama.”
“I know, baby, I know. Me too”
“Would you ever ... um, consider, think about...”
“About leaving Pierre? No, honey, don’t get your hopes up.”
She could feel his disappointment. “But know this ... I’ll be in your life, I’ll be like your special girlfriend, for as long as you like.”
“Forever.”
“I hope so, honey, I really hope so.”
Sissy fell asleep thinking about that brief conversation.
The next morning, Tuesday, the first thing everyone noticed was that there was now a king-sized bed outside the middle safari tent. It was surrounded by four misters with large oscillating fans behind them. And, four cameras on tripods. The area was a respite from the heat and a beacon for the eye. An oasis. Okay, let’s be real — a sex oasis.
Missy didn’t say anything, didn’t explain it. And no one asked.
After breakfast, Sissy took Oliver’s hand and led him back into their tent. They sat facing each other with their legs straddling the bed.
Oliver could easily sense that his mother was in a serious mood. Had something important to tell him.
“Honey, please don’t ask me to fuck you.”
He blushed deeply. No question, he’d been thinking about that very subject.
“See ... the mood I’m in these days ... it’s like I’m in heat a lot of the time.” She looked him in the eye. “Hungry. Horny. An’ ... an’ you been falling for me an’ I been falling for you. I never ... um, expected to feel like I do? For you?”
“Oh.”
“What I’m trying to say is ... I have my needs. I’m still young enough. An’ my sex drive is through the roof. But I ... I don’t have the willpower ... not enough, I’m afraid. I mean, if you pushed me an’ pushed me ... look, I’ll jess lay my cards on the table.”
Sissy took a deep breath and blew it out, puffing her cheeks and rippling her lips. “I know you want me. It’s obvious an’ it’s ... well, natural isn’t the right word, because I’m your mom. Understandable! That’s what it is.”
She gestured down her body, “I still got it, I know it an’ you know it. An’ this Camp Sunnyside ... well, it brings out the ... devil, the naughtiness in me. An’ that’s fine. Even when it’s me an’ you.”
“Mama, what are you trying to say?”
Sissy took a moment to gather her thoughts, to find the right words, “Honey, sometimes, lately especially, when I git in a certain mood, a certain sexy mood ... well, youcouldfuck me. There, I said it. You could fuck me. No, youcanfuck me.” She looked at him pleadingly.
“But you don’t want me to.”
“No, see that there is the problem. Sometimes Idowant you to. Like right now, right this instant. We’re alone, we’re naked, you’re hard, I’m wet. I’m weak.”
She took another deep breath, feeling more exposed than at any time in her life, “Oliver, if you tell me to, I’ll let you fuck me. There. End of story.”
“But you don’t want me to.”
“Well, I do, an’ you’re right, I don’t. I’m hot as a firecracker right now. But I’d feel terrible, guilty after. I’d hate myself, my weakness.”
Oliver reached for her. Turned her around so she could lean into his chest. “Mama, it makes me so happy that you want me. That makes me proud. God, everybody wants to fuck you. I mean, jess look at you.”
Sissy sighed.
Oliver sighed, “How about this? I won’t give up on you, I can’t, couldn’t. But how about if I ask you to every once in a while? You kin always say no.”
Sissy was quiet for several moments. Her voice was barely above a whisper, “Oliver, I don’t want you to give up on me. I want you to keep after me. But I hope I have the strength to keep saying no.”
He kissed the back of her head, “I hope you don’t.”
That made her giggle, “Part of me does too.”
She turned back around to face him, “Look, I want you to score some pussy before we go back home. In fact, I’ll help you. Whose your first choice? After me?”
He looked at his mother for a long time, “I’ve thought about it, acourse. A lot. An’ any pussy would be amazing.”
“But?”
“For my first time, my very first time, I would want it to be someone special, special to me.”
She was pleased by his thoughtfulness, “Okay, who’s your dream girl? Your fantasy pussy?”
“Besides you?”
“Besides me.”
“Josette.”
Sissy sat back, “Whoa, I didn’t see that one coming.” She thought about her daughter, “Well, she is hot. Sexy as fuck. An’ I put her on the Pill.”
“Dan Savoy?”
“Yeah, he’s 20. An’ wasn’t going to put up with jess blowjobs.”
“Does she love him?”
“No, she’s got a good head on her shoulders. She knows he’s got a roving eye.”
They both were quiet for a while. Then Sissy said, “Give me an’ her some time alone when she gets here. I’ll feel her out. It probably won’t work out, but who knows? She likes you well enough.” She winked, “An’ I been sending her clips of you.”
“Which ones?”
“Well, me blowing you, acourse. An’ a couple of you an’ Beau. An’ you an’ Jules.”
Oliver looked thoughtful, “Me getting blown an’ me blowing them.”
“Yeah, mainly, I didn’t want her first day here to be shocking. So, she’s kinda prepared.” Sissy patted the bed, “I gotta talk with Missy about getting us at least a twin size when Josette joins us.”
“Not too big, though.”
Sissy giggled.
Sissy thought and thought about her conversation with Oliver. It had felt good, had been a relief to bare her soul. To admit that she wanted to fuck him. That hecouldfuck her. She was still amazed that she had changed so quickly, had fallen for him so hard.
But she knew her son, knew that he wouldn’t try to talk her into it. At the same time, she knew that he wasn’t about to give up on his dream. So, tie game for now.
Then, she surprised herself with an idea about how to relieve one of his main concerns — her with the other boys.
She found Camille, Evangeline, Fleur, and Noelle in a rare moment without any boys around. They were luxuriating in the hot tub. Sissy eased into the water, “Girls, I got me a problem.”
They turned, suddenly worried about their friend. The sisterhood.
“See, I done fell for Oliver. Acourse he’s a typical boy — he’s got it bad for me.”
The four nodded, understandingly.
“I tole him, yeah, he could do me if he insisted. In fact, I tole him he could fuck me anytime he ... if he insisted, well, I don’t think I could hold off.”
Noelle smiled kindly, “But you don’t want him to.”
“Well, I do an’ I don’t.”
Fleur, “Where did you leave it?”
“He’s gonna keep after me once we’re back home. But he won’t talk me into it.” Sissy frowned, “I hope.”
Camille, “He is one handsome boy.”
Evangeline nodded, “You are one sexy couple. The hottest here at Sunnyside.”
Sissy, “That’s not helping.”
“How can we help?”
“See ... the thing is ... since he’s sorta heads-over-heels ... well, he’s feeling, getting jealous ... of, you know, me with another boy.”’
Camille, “Honey, we can take care of that.”
Fleur nodded, “We’ll tell our sons that you’re off limits.”
Camille grinned, “They won’t mind too much — there’s plenty more pussy available here.”
Sissy smiled as Beau came by and offered this — “Mrs. Vitrine, would you let me suck Oliver off?”
“Acourse, acourse.”
As she watched the boys fondly, she began yet another self-analysis. How had she fallen so quickly and so deeply for her own son? He’d been a good baby, easy. A nice enough little boy, and a very decent teenager.
Yes, she admitted to herself, she had been looking forward to some naughty fun and games with him this week. But in her mind ... well, she had decided she’d be comfortable with jacking him off. And, probably, letting him feel her up.
She hadn’t considered kissing and necking with him until Missy introduced the subject. That, truth be told, had aroused her more than she could have imagined.
But ... deep kissing and naked hugging ... that didn’t explain the rather sudden depth of her infatuation with Oliver. And, the overall climate at Sunnyside — erotic and oh, so open — had probably been a contributing factor to her letting her guard down around him.
That he was the best looking boy in camp — as shallow and as superficial as that observation was — well, that did make him more appealing. She was human.
Was it also his obvious, and total infatuation with her? That was flattering and ego-boosting, but Sissy sensed that there was another aspect to her totally inappropriate lust for him.
Then ... it dawned on her. She had been touched, and taken and surprised, by his concern for her well-being. He had kept asking was she okay with this ... with that. It had been genuine on his part — he really wanted to know how she was faring with all the new stuff that was flying at her from, seemingly, every direction.
Yeah, yeah, he was eager to get it on with her. But he somehow had the fortitude, or the foresight, or the something, to slow down. To inquire about her well-being.
Ironically, Oliver’s genuine concern triggered something deep inside her. Or, perhaps freed something long buried. Whatever the explanation, it had worked wonders on her.
Even as recently as their first day here at Sunnyside, that Sunday, she could never have imagined telling her son that she wanted to fuck him. In fact, that he could do her, that she couldn’t stop him.
Sissy nodded to herself in agreement with her internal dialogue. Yep, it was true. Oliver could fuck her. She knew, knew without any remaining doubt, that she lacked the ability, the strength, the will, to resist him if and when he insisted.
She refocused on Oliver just as he began spurting into Beau’s mouth. So fucking good-looking. She suddenly realized, just as Oliver winked at her, how aroused her mental exercises had made her. Her nipples were erect — as hard as diamonds. And she was moist.
God, what a slut!
Oliver and Beau took a quick shower, and, Beau holding her son’s hand, joined her in the hot tub. Then, they separated and sat on either side of her, hip-to-hip-to-hip.
Beau said, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Vitrine, my mom told me you’re off limits.”
Sissy blushed — everything was so out in the open here.
“She and the other moms are betting on you.”
“What do you mean, betting on me?”
He spoke openly as if it were an everyday subject, “On whether Oliver is gonna fuck you here. Or wait until you’re home.”
For some reason, that gave Sissy the giggles, “Well, save your money — he’s not going to fuck me.”
That sounded lame, even to Sissy. In fact, her cheeks turned deep pink.
Beau winked at his buddy, “That right, Oliver?”
Oliver casually reached down and easily slid a finger into her pussy. Noticing her moistness, he winked at her, “She’s not ready yet. Not quite. But I’ll get her there.”
Sissy suddenly wanted her son to make her cum in front of Beau. She slumped forward and placed her hand on the back of Oliver’s, “Please, honey, I need to cum.”
He smiled down at her, kissed her cheek, “Of course.”
Sissy felt no embarrassment at asking him to get her off. Obviously, every one in Sunnyside already knew how bad she had it for him.
Later, the temperature was 104. The mister was providing steady and frequent respite. All ten of them were taking showers more often, and applying and reapplying sunscreen.
Sissy, lying back in a lounge chair, sweating profusely, found herself surrounded by all five boys. She didn’t know if it was happenstance or planned, but she was now the epicenter of their attention. She reveled in their attention. So, she moved to the new king-sized bed, stacked three pillows, and lay back.
The boys, sensing something was up, crowded around the bed.
Marcel Bergeron, Evangeline’s son, smiled at her, “We’re all jealous of Oliver.”
Gaston Comeaux nodded, “I wish my mom would let me fuck her.”
Jules Guillory agreed, “God, me too!”
Sissy realized that while they were teasing her, they were being truthful at the same time. And, she recognized their hunger to have her, a real live mother, address the elephant in the camp.
In the Sunnyside spirit, she reveled in their undivided attention. Not only to what she might have to say on the subject. But on her, on her body. She glanced at Oliver, who winked. Giving her his permission to go with the flow. God, he was good-looking!
The other four boys had their cells out, taping her. All five were lightly stroking themselves. Not to cum, but to prolong the intensity of this experience. Sissy loved having their lustful, undivided attention. She had understood instantly that the clips of this conversation, this confession, because that’s what it would be, would be prime beat-off material for weeks. Excellent! She reached down, already wet, and began stroking herself.
“Okay, okay, here’s the skinny, boys. Yes, I did tell Oliver he could fuck me. I didn’t intend to, but the words jess flew out of my mouth. I was ... he had me so turned on right at that moment ... Marcel, I not only would have let him do me, I wanted it. Wanted it bad.”
She paused as the boys played with themselves, Sunny was digesting her own words, just as the boys were.
“Beau, I meant it, meant every single word when I tole Oliver that I didn’t have whatever it took to stop him.” She shifted her glance, “Gaston, if he had tole me to be quiet and lie back, I would ... well, my knees would have been back by my shoulders.”
A collective sigh, imagining that image, reveling in her earnest words.
“Jules, you know what’s even worse?”
He croaked out, “What?”
“Oliver Vidrine could fuck me right now — this instant.” She lowered her voice, spoke from the heart, “Oliver look at me. You kin tell I’m in heat jess thinking of you. An’ you aren’t even touching me.”
She was, obviously, aroused. Sweat streaking down her body, nipples engorged, hips humping slightly as she stroked her clit. But to the boys, to all five of them, it was the hunger in her expression, the raspiness in those open, honest words as she bared her soul, that spotlighted how desperate her need really was.
And, while she had started the little show to tease, yet inform, the boys ... well, their lustful stares, hearing herself saying the truth openly ... she felt like a different woman, far different than when she had first arrived at Sunnyside.
“Oliver, fuck me. Please. Forget what I said earlier, I need you. You kin fuck me now, you kin fuck me at home — I don’t care about Pierre. I’ll be your girlfriend, an’ yours alone.”
Sissy had started off actually wanting to declare her love for Oliver. Her lust for him. Especially in front of the boys, the cameras. But as she got more and more into it, she felt her physical and emotional needs growing. A tiny portion of her brain, buried somewhere deep down, hoped he wouldn’t do it.
But, in this moment, if he did, she was more than eager to have it.
All five boys were staring at her, no longer stroking themselves. Each had sensed that even the slightest touch at this stage would make them explode.
Oliver stood and held out his hand, “Come to my tent, Mama, we’ll talk about all of this.”
Those four videos, actually just the same version, but from four angles went viral at Sunnyside. Surprisingly, respect for Sissy actually grew. Her raw confession, a plea from the heart, had touched the others.
Later, none of the four other boys broached the subject with Sissy again. They had hit the mother lode of emotional rawness.
Back in their tent, Sissy said, “I meant everything I said, honey. Except about your father.”
“I know, I understand.”
Oliver’s cell began pinging. The four videos the boys had just shot.
Sissy stared at them as avidly as her son did.
“Baby.”
“Yes.”
“Send a copy to Josette.”
He smiled, “Sure, acourse. But what’s your thinking?”
“I don’t wanna hide things from her. And, I want her to get a real, clear idea of what it’s like here. What’s in store for her on Wednesday.” Sissy winked, “Plus, when she sees how much I want you ... well, that might bring out her competitive spirit. Might up your chances with her.”
Oliver nodded in appreciation of his mother’s thought process, “I’ll send her the clip that Beau shot.”
“Why that one?”
“Because he was directly in front of you. It shows your face and pussy the best.”
“Oh. Send it to me too.”
“You bet.”
Sissy studied herself again, again pleased with not only her appearance, but the fervor of her confession. She brought Oliver’s hand down to her pussy, “I’m gonna call your father. Play with me, please.”
That confused him, the part about his dad, but he didn’t argue. Then he listened with growing appreciation and awe.
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