Chapter 4

The school bus ferrying the 14 town mothers dropped them around 50-feet from the tents. As instructed, the boys, throbbingly erect, met them. Each held out his hand to shake, and each introduced himself.

That initial meeting was both a baptism of fire and a way to ease the new girls into the Sunnyside spirit without showing them any overt sexual acts. The women ranged from 27 to 35. Three of them were blushing pinkly at the sight of the naked boys. But several checked them out frankly.

Darlene had chosen her visitors carefully. Each had at least one teenage son. While some mothers attended a church faithfully, none was a religious fanatic.

But, they hadn’t volunteered to spend a week in a nudist camp. And, they had turned down Darlene’s personal invitation a week later. She considered converting any of them to be a long shot. But, no matter what, they would be spending a couple of hours watching boys sucking cock. Watching their mothers get it on with each other.

Then, Sissy sucking Oliver off.

The finale — Evangeline and Camille and Fleur and Noelle with each son’s cock in her pussy. And, that alone would be shocking enough ... they would be gossiping about it for weeks. Darlene was aware that the startling news of the One-Inch game would discourage some of the moms who had already volunteered. But those who came to Camp Sunnyside anyway ... well, they were her prime targets.

Missy and her team were gracious hosts. Providing welcoming words. Along with wine spritzers and shrimp cocktails. The visitors were all casually attired — shorts and tees, shorts and halter tops

What first struck the visitors was how calm, serene even, those five naked moms were. Completely at ease, there was an easy languidness in terms of body language and in their casual attitudes.

Missy, “Evangeline, explain our boy-to-boy policy here at Sunnyside.”

Wide smile, “Of course.” She gestured to the boys, “Our sons are 14 — and you all know what that means. They’re walking hormones.”

The visitors sipped their drinks, smiled and nodded. They were already becoming comfortable in the presence of all this flesh.

Evangeline gestured down her body, “Of course seeing us like this ... it’s like throwing gasoline on a fire. Naturally horny anyway ... well you can imagine what’s running through their tiny adolescent brains.”

The group began to relax. This was a casual, yes, intimate too, intro, that was being handled adroitly.

“And to be honest, the boys aren’t the only ones with needs. But we can’t have boys bumbling around, trying to get lucky ... a little of that goes a long ways.”

More nodding and smiling.

“So Missy decided ... wait, let’s do some show and tell.” She nodded at the boys.

Who immediately hopped up on the big bed.

There were a few gasps as the teenage cocksucking exhibition began. But no one seemed to be frowning as they shifted around for better viewing angles.

Evangeline continued in a conversational manner, “Before coming to Sunnyside, none of them had sucked another cock.” She winked, “Of course some of them probably were jerking each other off. You know how horny little boys get.”

Several smiled and nodded in agreement.

Evangeline walked over the bed and placed her palm on Marcel’s shoulder. He was sucking Oliver. “This is my son, Marcel sucking Sissy’s son, Oliver.”

She winked again, “One thing that surprised all five of us moms was this.” She waggled Marcel’s erection, “You can see how hard he is. And, you’ll note that’s true of each and every cocksucker. There’s just something about doing it that turns them on.”

Missy noticed that all 14 were verifying that truism. Then she said, “Camille tell them about when you little girls get in a certain mood yourselves.”

That was the signal — the five moms replaced the boys on the bed.

As two couples began going down on each other, Camille smiled, “I always loved licking pussy. Ever since I first got started at John Lee Hooker.”

Sissy was lying on her back, her thighs over Fleur’s shoulders. Camille gave Sissy a quick, but obviously deep kiss. “But Sissy, here, she had never gone down on a girl.”

Sissy grinned at the visitors, “Now, I can’t get enough, me.”

Missy spoke up, “But Sissy was the first one to take a very big step, right?

On cue, everyone but Sissy left the bed as Oliver climbed up.

Sissy, “I honestly never dreamed I’d go this far.” She shrugged, “I had been thinking about what I might be willing do. If I got my nerve up.” She began stroking him, “I figured I could do a handjob. I mean, it’s kinda lame, but it’s still pretty naughty? Because of being his mom an’ all?”

She bent down and kissed the tip of his erection. “But ... well, I don’t know what came over me, but I ended up...”

She took him fully in her mouth and began the ancient ritual as Oliver lay on his back, hands folded behind his head. They were both in profile so the audience had an unobstructed view. It took only a couple of minutes because he hadn’t cum all day.

Sissy pulled back, stuck her cum-coated tongue out. No question — her sonhadcum in her mouth. Then she lay down on top of him and slowly, lovingly, let his cum drip down into his mouth. Seemingly involuntarily, several of the visiting moms began applauding.

Moments later, Oliver was lying on top of her, returning the gift.

Missy nodded to her team, and they were circulating with margaritas on the rocks. It was now a thirsty crowd. The heat of the day combined with the intensity of the performances.

But still, they marveled at how relaxed, how completely at ease, the five mothers and their sons were. As if they were fully dressed, enjoying an outing at City Park.

Some of the visitors even joined the others by stepping inside the cooling mister. Another round of drinks, along with mixed nuts — hot and salty. Well, they weren’t driving.

Then Missy announced, “We’ve come across a ... a question. A quandary, if you will. It’s a silly little question in a way. But when you think about it, reallythink about it ... well, I’m very interested in your take.”

Beau, Gaston, and Jules lay on the bed, their feet pointing at the visitors. Their cocks pointing up at the sky.

Missy, “Here’s a scorecard so you can keep track of who’s who.”

They read the postcard-sized note:

> Beau Melancon. Mother, Camille.

> Gaston Comeaux. Mother, Fleur.

> Jules Guillory. Mother, Noelle.

“Okay, Camille, it’s Beau-time.”

Everyone stared, sensing the moment, as Camille skipped to the bed, straddled her son, facing the audience. There was a collective gasp as he eased the head into her pussy.

“Fleur.”

“Noelle.”

Missy turned to the visitors, “Okay, girls, come up to the bed for a closer look before we have the quiz.”

No hesitation. Whether there was profound disapproval, sheer confusion, a grudging admiration for the nerve of those three mothers ... well it was can’t-look-away compelling.

Missy, conversationally, said, “Please notice three things. Only an inch of erection is actually inside. And, neither the son nor the mom is moving, not at all. Finally, not one of the boys is ejaculating.”

They were still staring, sometimes bending in for a closer look.

“So the question is ... are they actually fucking their sons? There’s a school of thought that says, ‘Of course they are.’ Yet, there’s another contingent that says, ‘No, not really. No full penetration, no movement, no cuming inside a pussy.’ That’s the conundrum.”

A couple of women raised their hands to speak, but Missy said, “Hold that thought — there’s another side to the demo.”

Evangeline and Marcel Bergeron, grinning widely, climbed up on the bed. He lay on his back beside his three pals. Evangeline, as if she’d been doing it all her life, straddled him and slid him in all the way. Still smiling, she looked each of the 14 visitors in the eye as she leaned back on her hands and began vigorously fucking him.

Missy studied the audience. Shock had given way to a sort of involuntary fascination.

Marcel stiffened, “Mama!”

Moments later, still smiling cheerfully, Evangeline sat up, and inched her pelvis up until her pussy was over her son’s face. Everyone remained spellbound as they watched his cum dribble down into his mouth.

Moments later, the five moms and their sons emerged from the showers, and went into one of the tents. Missy’s team served icy cold Dixies along with shrimp po-boys. The hidden cameras were trained on the picnic tables as Missy led the round robin question-and-answered session.

“Well, were Fleur, Camille, and Noelle fucking their sons?”

Three were undecided, or unwilling to answer.

Four were absolute, ‘Yes, of course they were fucking. I don’ care about an inch or not moving — they were fucking their sons.”

Seven women, exactly half, spoke along the same general lines, “I thought so when I first saw them.” Head shake, “But after Evangeline Bergeron ... no, I don’t think so anymore.”

Missy took each of these seven, one at a time, into a tent for a more detailed conversation.

Sally Petrie, at 27, was typical.

“Sally, I know you told Darlene you weren’t interested in coming to Sunnyside. What if I made a couple of changes that might make you more comfortable?”

The 27-year old mother of one boy, said, “Like what?”

“When you saw Camille, Fleur, and Noelle, they were playing what we call the One-Inch game. Cross that one off. It would not be part of your week here.”

“Okay.”

“And, what if you could come here on a Sunday with everyone else, but you wouldn’t have to bring Tee-Jim until Tuesday? And, if you still didn’t want him here, you could just leave.”

Sally sat back and regarded Missy calmly, “That would ... both things would make it easier for me. But what about on Tuesday? I mean ... what would you expect ... you know, me an’ Tee-Jim?”

Missy smiled, “As you know, that’s Darlene’s thing. Mothers and sons. Although now, she’s adding daughters into the mix. But since you don’t have one, that’s moot.”

“But me an’ Tee-Jim?”

“You tell me. What would you be comfortable ... no, that’s not the word, not at this stage. What would you be willing to consider with him?”

“Jess being naked in front of each other. That there is a biggie jess by itself.”

Missy was in no hurry, felt no need to try to persuade the young mother. “I understand.”

“Look, I ain’t stupid. I know that sounds lame to you. Especially after everything I seen today.” She crossed her arms defensively, “I ain’t about to let him stick it in me, not even jess the head.” She recrossed her arms, “An’ I ain’t about to blow him either, no ma’am.”