Chapter 5

Missy, “He knows that, dear. But let’s say Oliver is in the mood for you. And, just for you. But he tells you to bring Tee-Jim too. What do you imagine the evening will be like?”

“Oh gosh. Well, Tee-Jim would watch acourse. An’ probably jack off an’ all? Um, is that right, Oliver?”

He and Missy were making it up as they went along. He said, “Sure that would be part it. But you’d also want him to suck my cock every once in a while. You know, to get me ready to do you again.”

Sally nodded, picturing it, “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“And when Mama and I are feeling lazy, I’d have him lick you, get you back in the mood for more.”

Sally was now in full compliance mode, “Yeah, I kin see that. Real clear.”

Missy, “Sally, what Oliver and I expect you to do is to start thinking, start thinking very seriously, about when you’re going to fuck Tee-Jim.”

Sally nodded hesitantly.

“Do you trust Oliver and me?”

“Acourse I do!”

“And you understand how pleased we’ll be when you start giving your son pussy on a regular basis.”

Sally frowned in concentration. She did, really strongly, want to please Oliver and Missy. “Well, if I did fuck him ... after that ... I mean, I guess it wouldn’t matter ... I mean if I did it once, I guess it’d jess be natural to keep on doing it?”

Oliver, “Sally, once you fuck Tee-Jim, all your worries will be over. You’ll look back and see how silly you were to fret over something you know deep down you want to do.”

“I do?”

Missy, “It’s obvious how much you love your son. Now, what is the most basic, most fundamental way you can express that love? To show him exactly how much you love him?”

No hesitation, “Give him some pussy.”

As instructed, Sally Petrie walked over to the police car that had delivered her son, Tee-Jim, to Camp Sunnyside. Oliver wanted her to be the first person he saw.

“Hi there, baby.”

His eyes bulged out. He had known, of course, that he was going to a nudist camp ... but this was so sudden, so unexpected. Sally held out her arms and he melted into her embrace.

Sally could physically and mentally feel herself relax. Their initial naked meeting was over. The look of awe on his face had been priceless. And, murmuring in the back of her mind, was the vague awareness of how pleased Oliver and Missy were going to be with her now that Tee-Jim was finally here.

In fact, Sally felt not only a calmness, not only a new degree of fondness for her son, but a sense of peace. She’d been through so much in such a short time period.

Four boys, previously strangers, had fucked her while their mothers fingered her. She sucked Oliver’s cock. Had sex with the five moms and the three sisters. Oliver and Missy were pleased with her. She felt confident, she felt good about herself.

Still following instructions, she undressed Tee-Jim. His eyes were blinking rapidly — so much was happening so fast. As she pulled down his white jockeys, his boner sprang free.

Sally smiled at him, “Why, hello there, Mr. Studly.” His cock wasn’t very long, only around four inches, but it was considerably thicker than each of the five Sunnyside boys.

Taking him by the hand, she introduced him to everyone. The five moms, cheerful and welcoming, shook hands. Sissy touched his erection with the tip of her finger, “Wow, nice and fat. You must be so proud, Sally.”

“I am, I most certainly am.”

Sissy’s touch, Tee-Jim’s first ever by a female, was almost too much.

Next, Sally introduced the three sisters. Two of them, Leonie and Yvette, already knew him. Rosina was new, but he’d seen her around town.

Finally, the five boys, all of whom he had known, shook his hand. The six of them were Miss-Kitty veterans, so Tee-Jim began to relax for the first time since he had arrived.

Then Missy strolled up. Sally put her arm around her son, “Cheese it, the boss! Tee-Jim, this here is Miss Missy. She runs Sunnyside, so do everything she tells you to.”

“Okay, Mama.” Even Tee-Tim, in these early moments, sensed Missy’s power.

She smiled at Sally, “This is one fine specimen.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Is his cum very salty?”

That, the question alone, shocked Tee-Jim.

Sally took it literally, “Salty ... um, I don’t know.” She brightened, “But I’ll find out an’ let you know.”

“Do that.”

Missy hefted Sally’s boobs, twirled her nipples. Then winked at the boy as she traced a finger up and down his mother’s pussy, “Ever see anyone as sexy as this little number?”

He could only whisper, “No ma’am. Never.”

Sally beamed as Missy slid a finger inside. Sally sighed with satisfaction and moved her feet a little further apart as she unconsciously thrust her pelvis towards Missy.

Who smiled at Tee-Jim, “You know what a clit is?”

“Uh, sort of. I mean it’s inside her pussy, right?”

“Show him, Sally.”

“Acourse!”

Not feeling even a hint of embarrassment, she held Tee-Jim’s wrist and guided his middle finger to her little bump. “There, right there, honey.”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!”

Too much — he moaned and exploded, spurting cum all over her chest and tummy. Sally felt simultaneously pleased and proud. Staring directly at Missy, she bent down and licked the head of his cock for several seconds.

She stood back up and reported, “Salty, very salty.” Nodded to herself, “Definitely.” She casually wiped cum off the front of her body, and licked her fingers clean. Tee-Jim stared in disbelief.

Missy turned to Oliver, “What’s next?” Handing Sally and Tee-Jim off to him.

“Sally, take him into the shower. Then bring him to my tent.”

“Acourse, right away.”

“Will he be able to make you cum with his fingers?”

Again, she took the question literally, and frowned as she considered it. “I think so, Oliver. I mean there won’t be like a time limit or anything?”

“No, he can take as long as he wants. But then you’ll want to teach him how to make you cum with his mouth.”

Sally nodded, yep the next logical step.

Oliver and Missy exchanged a glance.

The Chief of Police himself picked up 15-year-old Josette Vitrine at home.

Rémy Thibadeux was ‘Uncle Rémy’ to her. Had been since she was a baby. In her mind he was, literally, family. Back when her mother had been younger than Josette now was, Rémy had been the very first boy Sissy had ever seen naked. The first she had masturbated. He was the recipient of Sissy’s very first blowjob. The next week, he’d taken her cherry.

He was three years older than Sissy, and had been her not-so-secret boyfriend from middle school on. That included when she had been going steady with Timmy, then, later, with Carl. It included her engagement with Pierre, her marriage to him.

And, was ongoing still today. He had been a constant in Sissy’s life, and, thus, in Josette’s. Pierre had known about Rémy, about his relationship with his wife, and had to begrudgingly accept it as part of the deal. Pierre didn’t like it, but Rémy had been baked into Sissy’s life long before he ever met her.

Rémy was Josette’s godfather, and both were pleased with how well they got along together. Josette, at Sissy’s urging, had always shared her Miss Sausalito and Miss Kitty clips with him. Now, Josette and Rémy had no sexual interest in each other, zero, but he was proud of how beautifully she had turned out.

In fact, in the little cabin he had built down in the Cajun Bayous, he had a framed photo of Josette, beaming and naked, on the stage at the beauty pageant. It was next to a similar one of Sissy — she had posed in that very house for him. Both mother and daughter had a place of honor in his home.

He drove her to Wendy’s for her pre-Sunnyside makeover. She linked her arm in his as they walked past the reception area to Wendy’s inner sanctum.

He watched fondly as two of Wendy’s Korean assistants undressed Josette. She was as at ease in his presence as if she were home alone. Like her mother, she was petite. But even smaller than Sissy. Like mother, like daughter, Josette’s pussy lips were tiny. She looked like a second-grader from the waist down.

First they washed her all over in the shower. Next, Wendy herself did the haircut. It was a startling transformation, even though Josette and Rémy had been expecting it. Makeup, subtle and flattering.

Wendy also shaved her legs and did her pussy. She bent down and gave it a quick kiss, “There, all ready for Oliver.”

“Wendy, I haven’t decided yet.”

Wendy shrugged, “You will.” She turned to her assistants, “Heat her up, but don’t make her cum.”

As one girl licked her nipples, and the other one began stroking her pussy, Josette winked at Rémy, “Tempted?”

“Always.”

But both of them knew that they would never fool around with each other. Oddly, in Josette’s mind, that would have been more incestuous than anything she might get up to with her brother.

Back in the car, heading for Sunnyside, Rémy asked, “Have you decided what all you’re going to do with Oliver?”

Josette sighed — she still hadn’t come to any final conclusions. “Mama says blowing him ... well, he’d love that. But it wouldn’t be enough.”

Rémy teased her, “Worried about Dan?” Dan Savoy, her occasional boyfriend. He knew she wasn’t all that keen on the only boy she’d ever fucked.

Josette snorted, “Oh, yeah, he’s all I think about, night and day.”

As Rémy pulled up to the resort, “Well, honey, you know I support you all the way. Whatever you decide about Oliver.”

She bussed him on the cheek, “Thanks for the lift, Chief.”

Oliver, smiling and erect was waiting for her.

Josette stood there for a moment. Not so much taking him in — the live version matched the videos. But she was assessing her own feelings. As far as she could tell, Oliver seemed calm, almost serene.

She held out her arms, “Well?”

As he hugged her closely, she was reminded of how hard his slender body was. Hardly an ounce of fat. He was a head taller than she was, so his erection was against her tummy, and between her breasts.

As they walked to the resort, arms around each other’s waist, she said, “So, you got it bad for Mama.”

No embarrassment, “Yeah, it kinda caught me off guard how hard I fell for her.”

He led her into his tent, where she casually undressed.

He smiled, “God, you remind me of her.”

“Now that I’m naked?”

“Yeah, especially naked.”

She shrugged, feeling just a hint of irrational jealousy that he preferred their mother. “Well, it’s not like you haven’t seen me before. Beating off to my videos.”

He grinned, “That’s true, but this ... this is much better.”

She placed her hands on her hips, completely at ease in her nudity, “Oliver, just what is it you expect? This weekend? Of me?”

He answered, openly, honestly, “I hope you’ll end up letting me fuck you.” There, no lingering doubts about his hopes and dreams.

Her response was a noncommittal shrug.

As he looked her up and down thoughtfully, “You remind me of Chloé Bardot, but with boobs.”

Josette grinned, “For someone who wants Mama, you seem to like ‘em young.”

Chloé was 14, with an extremely youthful face. Skinny, flat-chested, her pussy was tinier even than Josette’s.

He ran a knuckle up and down her slit, “I do like this look.”

“Me an’ Mama. Her pussy’s almost this small.”

“You’re right.”

As they left so he could introduce her to the others, Josette realized they’d both been stalling, talking around the subject.

Josette, popular and loquacious, already knew the three sisters and the other four mothers. She also knew their sons — Marcel, Jules, Beau, and Gaston.

Strangely, seeing everyone in the nude for the first time, didn’t feel odd. She had seen so many clips ... well, it was like she was revisiting the scene of the crime.

However, Sally Petrie and Tee-Jim were new to her. But Josette’s mother had explained the strange dynamics. Missy had, in essence, turned the woman over to Oliver.

Sally had an obvious crush on him, and Josette recognized the woman’s natural subservience immediately. Tee-Jim, being the camp noob, was clearly way out of his depth.

As the four of them chatted by the hot tub, Oliver rubbed sunscreen onto his palms and began coating his sister. She stood there placidly, Tee-Jim staring at her pussy, as Oliver coated her body. He paid particular attention to her breasts, arousing her nipples quickly.

Josette felt a grudging admiration as he rubbed her pussy without breathing hard, foaming at the mouth, or otherwise showing any excitement. She thought, “Oh, he’s done Mama so many times, this is nothing to him.” Another tinge of jealousy? Perhaps.

Knowing the drill, she took the lotion and did Oliver. Taking care to touch his erection only lightly and briefly. She understood that he wouldn’t want to cum this way.

Then, Oliver took Sally and her son by their hands and led them back into his tent. He then activated three tripod-mounted cameras, before he lay her on the bed, smiled, and said, “Sally?”

She turned to Tee-Jim who seemed frozen in place, “Honey, you know how good it feels when you cum.”

The boy nodded dumbly.

“Well, it feels good, real good to girls too. To me. So what we’re gonna do is ... see, I’m gonna teach you how to get me off. An’ that’s like a real important lesson, okay?”

More nodding.

Josette, although Sally didn’t realize she was just kidding, said, “Is he gonna fuck you too?”

“No!” She glanced at Oliver, “I mean ... uh, for right now, he’s gonna use his fingers.” Rushing to get away from the fucking-discussion, she turned to her son, “Honey, remember when I showed you where my clit is?”

He nodded again, but had a small smile at the same time.

Anticipating, Josette poured a little lubricant onto her palm, and oiled up the fingers on both of his hands. Then, sensing how pliable Sally was, moved the girl to the foot of the bed. Stood Tee-Jim there, and placed Sally’s calves on his shoulders.

Oliver smiled to himself.

Then, Josette moved a pillow next to Sally’s butt. As she raised herself to accommodate it, Sally whispered, “Thank you.”

Feeling fully in control, Josette guided Tee-Jim’s middle finger right to his mother’s clit, “Be gentle. But keep applying pressure as you massage her clit.”

He spoke for the first time, an awed whisper, “Yes ma’am.”

Oliver, in an act of kindness to Sally, an act of solidarity with his sister, began licking and sucking Sally’s nipples.