Camp Sunnyside
Copyright© 2026 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - “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
The original Sunnyside premise — no men, no clothes, no worries — was the initial drawing card for most of the applicants. But the undercurrent — luxurious pampering — soon became a major positive as campers returned home to spread the word.
The tasty meals, the snacks, the drinks ... everything was free, and everything was prepared by Missy’s team. Hair and makeup at Wendy’s right before they left for Sunnyside. For both mother and son.
On-site massages by her Korean stylists became an everyday feature. And, the massages themselves were made-to-order. A proper salon-style rubdown. Or one that was simply erotic. Or, and this was usually later in the week, a massage that was orgasm-centric. The ultimate intent was to provide the guest with one or two exquisite climaxes, with their sons and everyone else watching.
And, after the first times her son had seen her come to orgasm ... well, each massage after that would become less and less worrisome to her. Most of the mothers didn’t get an extra kick out of having her son watch, but by the end of the week, hardly any of them would be bothered much at all.
Yes, they were human. Yes, they had needs. Yes, okay ... it felt so fucking good to cum.
Most of them would rationalize it... “Well, he did see me cum that first time. So, does it matter if he watches one more time or hundred times?”
In fact, and this had been a pleasant surprise to Missy, several mothers became comfortable enough to casually stroke themselves from time to time, just to keep their motors purring. And, after a few days, they were unconcerned that their sons were staring greedily at them
By the third week, Darlene was refining the food and drink options so that the most popular dishes and cocktails were always available.
The fact that each mother and son slept together in a tiny bed had been discussed throughout the town. Discussed, digested, and, finally, accepted. A minor concern outweighed by the total pleasure-experience.
Even the shiest, most hesitant mothers were usually fully relaxed with family nudity by the second day. Their sons, most of whom had been naked with other boys at the Saturday morning shows, were not only comfortable going bare, but were excited, proud, to be allowed to have erections in front of all five mothers. Especially, their own of course.
As the weeks passed, and each group returned home with positive tales to share, it began to seem as if Camp Sunnyside had always been a Sausalito fixture. And, as had been predicted, maternal handjobs were rarely even discussed. It was now simply a given.
Sissy and Oliver Vitrine, along with frequent guest appearances by Josette, were the one constant at the resort. Particularly noticeable was the easy-going, yet openly intimate relationship between Sissy and her son.
Missy Champlain may have subconsciously anticipated how that relationship would begin to work on the psyches of all those visiting mothers. Sissy and Oliver were so casually affectionate with each other, so obviously in love ... well, by the end of each week, sex between the two of them began to seem not only natural, but predestined.
Now, did that mean that every mother began fucking her son? Of course not. But once she had masturbated him that first time ... well, Willow Boudreaux was typical of the newcomers.
Willow was a largish Cajun girl — 28, with large bones, a large smile, large nipples on heavy breasts, and large pussy lips. Her body was firm, not at all jiggly and bouncy. She was pretty and flirty and popular.
Willow and her son, Wallace (Wally) were the first ones to arrive for that second week of Camp Sunnyside. A police car dropped them off at a little before 6 in the morning. It was already 91-degrees.
Wally, like his mother, was a little stout and quite solid. His erection was only about three inches, but it was the fattest one that Sissy and Oliver had seen at Sunnyside.
The fact was that Sissy was so petite that she looked like a little girl next to Willow.
Sissy and Oliver greeted them warmly. They helped them undress, then stowed their clothes in that padlocked locker. Symbolically reminding them that they would remain naked for the entire week.
She handed a vial of hard-on pills to Willow, “Make sure he takes one on a regular basis.”
“Acourse.”
Next, sunscreen.
Sissy spoke softly, her voice friendly, never commanding. “Your private parts aren’t used to the sun. So apply the sunscreen early and often.”
Wally stared as Sissy began rubbing the lotion all over his mother. He hardly noticed that Oliver was oiling up his body at the same time. Sissy winked at her son, “Don’t make him cum.”
“I know.”
Willow stood there passively as Sissy oiled her breasts, caressing her nipples until they were rock-hard. Wally stared as he watched Sissy casually lubricate his mother’s pussy. Sissy winked, “Your mama’s pussy is the most sensitive part of the body. And, especially this week, the last place we want her to get sunburned.”
“Uh.”
Still speaking softly, soothingly, Sissy lay them on their backs on the big bed. She smiled gaily at Willow, “Kissing is a big part of the Sunnyside experience. Everyone ends up kissing everyone else. Show them, Oliver.”
“Sure.”
He lay down on a clearly startled Wally, and immediately was deep-kissing him.
Willow said, “Huh. I knew they was gonna be sucking cock, but I never thought of ... huh.” Sissy was pleased that the young mother had been surprised, but not disturbed.
When Oliver sat up, Sissy immediately lay down on Willow. Wally stared, his erection throbbing in the sunlight. Oliver said, “Mama loves to kiss. How about Willow?”
“Uh, I dunno. I guess?”
Both boys watched as Sissy, lying between Willow’s thighs, reached down and slid her finger inside those fat pussy lips. Willow’s body went stiff for a second, then relaxed. Her hands found their way down to Sissy’s little butt.
Sissy broke the kiss for a moment, “Okay if Oliver sucks off Wally?”
“Huh? Oh. Um, I guess.”
Still playing with Willow’s clit, Sally moved lower and began sucking her nipples. Giving her an unobstructed view of the boys as Sissy continued caressing her clit.
Oliver hadn’t had enough experience to be that skilled, but it hardly mattered. Wally’s first-ever blowjob lasted less than a minute.
Sissy, still speaking softly, said, “Another Sunnyside tradition that I love is snowballing.” She rolled off Willow onto her back. Oliver lay on top of his mother and tongued Wally’s cum into her mouth. “Hmmm.”
Then, with no warning, Sissy lay back down on Willow and began deep-kissing the startled woman. This was the first test. Oliver could almost see the conflict in her face. Everything had happened so fast.
Her son’s first blowjob. Sissy, kissing her and then fingering her. Now this — she had her own son’s cum in her mouth. Fortunately, Willow was no stranger to snowballing — she had been doing it off and on since middle school.
When she placed her hands back on Sissy’s butt ... well, that was a green light. Sissy reached down and began fingering her again. Oliver, sensing the moment, began licking and sucking Willow’s nipples.
Wally stared, his penis stirring back to life as they openly worked on his mother. By the time she climaxed, he was rock hard again.
Sissy and Oliver, with Sissy leading, began experimenting with each new mother/son team. Some encounters were more successful than others, but having the noobs all to themselves for an hour or so made their initial moves much easier than if it had been a group project.
Willow had watched her son cum in Oliver’s mouth. Then, Wally stared in amazement as Sissy kissed his cum into his mother’s mouth. To him, that was more astounding even than when he watched Sissy and Oliver make his mother cum.
When it was time for the second couple to arrive, Sissy smiled at Willow, “You guys take a shower. Then, hot-tub it for a while.”
Neither spoke in the shower. But Sissy and Oliver had the second couple in their new tent, so Willow and her boy were alone in the hot tub. Willow decided to try a casual recap. She smiled across the water, “Well, did you enjoy it? With Oliver?”
Wally blushed, but was still excited about the start of their very first day. “I wish it had been a girl, but ... well, it was okay.”
“It was ... um, quite a baptism of fire ... you know, so much all at once.”
“You were awesome, Mom, totally awesome!”
Willow colored a little, but was pleased by his reaction.
He continued, so serious, “I love the way you look ... you know, from Wendy’s an’ all.”
Willow found herself wanting to be candid. This had been only the first hour of the first day. But the earth hadn’t caved in. On reflection, she felt okay about herself. She patted her new haircut, and teased him, “Yeah, Wendy did a nice job — I like the new look.”
He blushed. They both knew that wasn’t what he’d been talking about.
But he was determined to talk things through, “Um, Mom ... when Mrs. Vitrine kissed you ... uh, what did it feel ... what were you, you know, thinking?”
She smiled understandingly, “The first kiss, or the second?”
Deeper blush, “You know.”
“Honestly? I was ... uh, more startled than anything. I certainly hadn’t expected ... that.”
He was unconsciously stroking himself under the water, “And then?”
She looked at him thoughtfully, “Honey, that certainly wasn’t the first time I snowballed with a girl.”
“When was it? The first time?”
Willow laughed, “You wanna know all my deepest secrets?”
“I do! I mean, if it’s okay with you an’ all.”
She paused, wondering whether to continue. Then, anticipating what lay ahead for them during the rest of the week, she said, “Okay, A girl always remembers her first time. Me, I was heading over to Janey’s house after school. She’s Mrs. Richard now.”
“Oh. She’s real pretty too.”
“Me an’ her weren’t besties, not at the time anyway, but we had a couple of classes together at John Lee.”
Wally nodded eagerly.
“Well, we went up to her room to listen to music, mostly talk about boys. We were both boy crazy back then.” Willow thought, “Back then? Hell, I’m still a little boy crazy.”
“Okay.”
“Anyway, her brother, he was a junior at Sausalito High, a big deal to me, he came in without knocking. Janey didn’t seem surprised, but I was. So he asks her does she wanna see some more of his porn.”
“Wow.”
“She says sure. Next thing I know we’re watching two girls sucking an’ licking this big dick.”
“How big?”
Willow kept a straight face and held her hands several inches apart.
“Oh.”
“But you know what? It wasn’t near as thick as yours.”
“Really? Truly?”
She put her hand over her heart, “Swear.”
“And then?”
“And then we were watching them snowball.”
He nodded knowingly. “But then you an’ Mrs. Richard...?”
Willow shrugged, “One thing led to another. He sweet-talked us out of our clothes. And then...” She shrugged, “Monkey see, monkey do. Me an’ Janey were ... you know.”
Wally was staring, agog, “Whose ... um, mouth?” Did he cum in.
“Janey. The first time.”
“The first time?”
“Honey, he had two naked hotties. We, uh, put on quite a show to get him excited again.”
“And then your mouth?”
“Yep, it was my turn. Acourse it didn’t matter all that much whose mouth he came in.”
“It didn’t? Why not?”
“Think about it.”
“Oh! Snowballing. Acourse.” He was now gripping the base with his left hand as he stroked himself. He got a sly look on his face, “But that wasn’t today. I mean, that wasn’t, you know, me?”
“You got a question somewhere in there?”
“I mean earlier ... with Mrs. Vitrine when she kissed ... you know? How did it feel ... what were you thinking?”
This was the most open conversation they’d ever had with each other.
“Okay, okay. I was shocked. A lot more than I woulda been if it had been Oliver’s cum.”
“But it was me! Mine!”
“Thank you, Einstein, I never woulda figured that out. Acourse it was yours. So I had to decide ... let her do it, or push her away.”
“I’m glad, so glad.”
“Acourse you are, you’re pervy as hell.”
Wally took that as a compliment.
“As you may have noticed, when I began kissing her back, her hand wandered down south.”
“I know! And then you ... you know.”
“Yes, I do know. I was right there, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah, but that kiss ... that was the best, my favorite.”
She smiled, “Even better than cuming in Oliver’s mouth?”
“God, yes! When I saw that ... I couldn’t believe ... you were awesome, so awesome.”
Still teasing, “Lemme see if I understand this. Me having your cum in my mouth was more exciting than cuming in Oliver’s mouth?”
“Oh, God, a million times!”
She winked, “Well, we still have a week to go.”
Because Missy was Darlene’s protégé, because she studied Darlene’s work strategies, Missy had her team do follow-up interviews with the moms of the Little Mr. Sausalito entrants.
Missy, herself, called on Loraine LeBlanc for the second time.
“Oh, hello. Come in, dear.”
Loraine put her hand on her son’s shoulder, “Harry, you know Missy Chamberlain, of course.”
He stood up straighter, “Oh, sure. Hi there Miss Missy.”
“Hello, Harry, how’s it hanging?”
He giggled and blushed at the same time.
Sipping chicory in the kitchen, Missy smiled at Loraine, “Well?”
The 32-year old merely shrugged, “I did it.” Posed naked for her naked son.
“And?”
Another shrug, “You were right — he shot off. The first time and, I think, the third time.”
Harry blushed, but was captivated, staring back and forth from his mother to their distinguished guest.
Missy nodded, not the least surprised that the woman was calming describing her son’s ejaculation as he gazed at her body. “And now?”
“I think I got him under control. No more accidents for ... oh, six or seven times.”
Harry, “Eleven, Mama, eleven more times without cuming.”
Yet another shrug as Loraine smiled fondly at her son, “Even better.”
Missy winked at her, “Show me.”
Loraine’s reaction was simply practical, “He hasn’t had his shower yet.” She turned to Harry, “Scoot.”
“Yes ma’am!”
Missy was pleased. Loraine hadn’t hesitated, apparently hadn’t needed to take the time to rationalize — to tell herself that everyone would be seeing her and Harry anyway. On the stage and in those video clips. No, she had just told her son to take a shower.
Loraine stood and casually pulled off her tee, then lowered her shorts and panties. She had, indeed, been to Wendy’s Salon. Missy noted that the woman did leave her bra on.
Loraine winked, “He likes to practice unhooking me. In case he ever gets a chance with a little girl.”
Again, a practical reaction from a grounded woman, comfortable in who she was. A middle-aged mother with a typically sex-obsessed teenager.
Who, came rushing back, hair still wet, a towel around his waist.
Loraine scoffed, “Such modesty,” as she hung the towel over a kitchen chair. She turned her back to him, and he adroitly undid her bra and hung it over the towel.
Missy took her time, openly appraising them. Loraine was a solid woman, a little overweight, but she carried it well. Those large, shapely breasts were still firm. She was a little thick-waisted, and her butt was large, but shapely.
Her pussy lips didn’t match her generous size. They were petite — and in contrast with her boobs her tiny pussy made the woman even more appealing.
Harry, like his mother, was a solid boy. Wide shoulders, thick through the chest. He was still staring back and forth. Obviously in awe of his mother, but understanding full well Missy’s significance. Miss Missy, to him and to most of his friends.
Missy touched his thick erection with her fingertip. It was stubby, only about three inches or so, but thinker than almost all of the Sunnyside and Miss-Kitty boys she had seen.
She smiled at Loraine, “Impressive.”
The naked woman, standing comfortably in the afternoon sunshine of her kitchen, didn’t blush, didn’t simper. She just nodded, “That it is.”
Missy took out her cell, and motioned them to move closer to her. She smiled at Loraine, “Fluff up your puppies.”
Another mental shrug from the composed mother as she twirled her nipples. Harry gave her a classic side-eye as he tried not to stare.
As Missy started the video, Loraine casually put her arm around her son’s shoulders. He tentatively, as if he were pushing his luck, put his arm around her thick waist.
Missy winked at the besotted boy, “What’s your mom’s best feature, her sexiest?”
Instant response, “Her tits! I mean breasts.”
“Good answer. “Loraine, just curious, how far does he spurt?”
She looked down at her linoleum floor — black and white diamond shapes. Missy knew she was trying to recall where his sperm hand landed. “I’d guess about four feet.”
Missy kept the conversation going for a few more minutes, still marveling at the woman’s insouciance. Then she clicked a button, and smiled at Harry, “There, I just sent you the clip for your jack-off pleasure.”
This time it was Harry who seemed unfazed at the direct reference to his primary masturbation fantasy.
“Thank you, Miss Missy, thank you a lot.”
The two of them walked her to the door as if they were fully clothed.
It had been Sissy’s idea, and Missy told Darlene, “I’m proud of that little girl.”
Darlene noticed how quickly Missy had picked up the lingo that she and Kate Broussard used when discussing ‘their’ girls. To Missy, Sissy was, indeed, a little girl. A little girl who was married with a son, and was now working full-time for a 14-year-old.
Missy instituted Sissy’s plan on a Sunday of the third week of new campers. They had arrived, staggered an hour apart, while Sissy and Oliver worked on each individual team.
The five mothers were now gathered in front of the big, outdoor bed.
Their boys had been sent to one of the safari tents. Sissy told them, “Watch porn, fool around with each other.” The moms nodded, a couple of them giggled.
Sissy told them, “I was fortunate enough to come to Sunnyside the very first week it was opened. Me an’ Oliver. And four other moms with their own sons. I was feeling like you’re feeling right now — curious, excited, a little nervous.”
The five identified with that.
“Now, I did have one advantage. Since it was a brand new program, Darlene let me and the other four moms come here the weekend before. Just us — no kids, no husbands.”
A lot of appreciative murmuring.
“But, almost instantly, Sunnyside became so popular — there are over 200 moms who’ve already applied. So, we don’t have that weekend luxury anymore. So, here’s what you’re in store for this week. Everything, well with one exception, everything is voluntary. An’ you all know what that exception is.”
Carole Mouton raised her hand, “I gotta jerk Otis off.”
“That’s right, honey. Acourse me an’ Oliver an’ especially Missy ... well, we hope that you’ll have a lot more fun than jess that.” She winked, “Fun with the Korean masseuses, fun with each other, fun with your friends’ boys, fun with your son.”
A lot of smiling and nodding. They’d all watched tons of Sunnyside clips.
“Now as a special treat ... it’s jess us girls for now ... here are Evangeline Bergeron an’ her son, Marcel.”
Everyone had seen the clips — she had been the first Sunnyside mom to fuck her son. But watching them live ... well that was a completely different level. They’d all seen the ‘Son-Fucker movie more than once. But a live demonstration was an all-time first.
Sissy was pleased that four of them were lightly stroking their pussies as they watched Evangeline straddle Marcel as she faced the audience, smiling broadly. She leaned back on her hands, legs bent at the knees, her filled-pussy front and center.
When she stopped moving, Sissy said, “Now she’s milking him.”
All five nodded.
Over the next several minutes they stared, enthralled as Evangeline moved them from position to position. What impressed the moms, in addition to the sex, was her complete ease when fucking her son in public.
When Evangeline, finger-aided, climaxed, they broke into applause. An even louder cheer at the very end.
Evangeline led her son into the shower, then returned to face the ladies. Sissy said, “Good job, Marcel, now join the other boys.”
“Yes ma’am.”
And that was the key to Sissy’s idea. Evangeline was now available to answer any and all questions, with no boys present. Moms-only.
The session was spirited and lively. As instructed, Evangeline responded openly and honestly. Missy had told her, “Don’t try to sell, don’t try to convince. Just be factual.”
Evangeline answered the first question from Carole Mouton, “Yes, I was nervous as fuck. When he slid it in that first time ... well, it was like I was outside my body, you know looking down at some stranger fucking Marcel.”
“Guilt? Of course. Horrible, crushing guilt even during that very first time. But later, when I had done it ... well that was even worse for me. But I had to carry on ... you know, kinda mask it. I didn’t wanna screw Marcel up any more than I might already had done.”
“The second time? Well, it was more of a pity fuck. He looked so hopeful, so needy. So, yeah, I rationalized it like we all do about one thing or another. The cat was out of the bag. The horse had left the barn. After that first time, even if that had been the only time ... well, I was now a son-fucker for life. So, I figured, why not give him some more pussy?”
“My husband? Now, that’s kinda interesting. He made a big deal about how embarrassed he was. Ashamed to show his face, like that? But I think he musta got some, I dunno, rave reviews from his buddies. He doesn’t admit it, but I think the idea kinda turns him on. You know, like he’s got one of the sluttiest girls in town in his bed. Boys all over town, beating off to me. I do know one thing — he’s fucking me more than even on our honeymoon.”
“How do I feel now? About Marcel? Well, he knows better than to pester me alla time. An’ he’s not that good in bed, not yet. But, I’m not about to cut him off — that would be ... I dunno, cruel. An’ since he’s fucking me regular now ... well, I been teaching him how to please me better. Not today, but when we’re home, he doesn’t get any pussy until he gets me off with his mouth.”
That little nugget went over very well. Sissy could see that these moms identified with, and sympathized with Evangeline. She had been an open book, answering all their questions frankly. Speaking of her fears and doubts and guilts without sugarcoating any of it.
She closed, “Girls, I’m gonna be here the rest of the day, an’ all night. I’m sending Marcel home, so it’s just me. Any of you wanna talk with me, just the two of us, I’m up for that.”
She held up her palm and smiled, “No, this isn’t some plot that Missy hatched to trick you into fucking your son. But believe me, this week is gonna get more and more intimate. An’ it’ll be coming at you faster an’ faster. So if you wanna talk with a gal who went all the way ... see, I did, I’m still doing, the most intimate thing any mom can ever do. But I also went through a lot of the stages that some of you will do this week.”
“Like what? Like letting other women lick me, make me cum while my son is right there staring at me. Jerking him off — you all are gonna do that. Going down on other girls while he’s watching. Masturbating when it was just me an’ Marcel alone in our tent. Sucking other boys off while he’s starting at me, hoping against hope. Well, you know what he was wanting, no surprise there. An, yeah, acourse I sucked him off.”
“Snowballing?” Evangeline laughed, “Janey, I probably snowballed more cum that week than I did all through all of middle school.”
“Sunscreen? Now, that’s a practical question. I kin only speak for myself, but by the second day, me an’ Marcel did each other several times a day for the rest of the week. It was a small thing to me, but meant a lot to him.”
Several girls nodded thoughtfully.
“When do I fuck him now? Well, that depends on my mood. Not very often, but every once in a while, I signal him at breakfast. He leaves for the school bus, but doesn’t get on.”
Nancy Guidry was grinning, “Then he sneaks back when the coast is clear?”
“Yes ma’am. An’ then I got a couple of hours after he gets home from school. Before Brian gets home from work.” Shrug, “But, again, it depends on what kind of mood I’m in.” She winked, “But I haven’t gone three days without it.” Evangeline looked thoughtful for a moment, “Now that I think about it ... well, Marcel is sort of like a bonus to me these days. Like an extra vibrator, but better. See, sometimes, I just have him lick me.” She winked, “An’ believe me, he’s more than happy to do that. He’ll go and go and go until I stop him.”
Some giggling and outright laughter. Sissy was pleased — the five moms had been actively, openly discussing incest as if it were an everyday option.
“Suggestions? Well, Janey, I can’t really tell you what would work for you. Everyone of us is different. We all have different relationships with our boys.”
Evangeline paused to gather her thoughts, “But if it was me, coming here for the first time ... well I’d get started right away. Get that first physical contact — whatever it is — out of the way. Why? Mainly for my son. He’s trying not to show it, but he’s scared to death. Will he do something that upsets me? Is his cock big enough? Will he cum too soon? He’s a bundle of nerves trying to hide the fact.”
“Where would I start with Marcel? Well, Rita, I’d probably start having him apply sunscreen. Now, here, you wanna be patient, let him explore. It’s probably the first pussy he’s ever touched.” Evangeline held up a finger, “But be careful when you’re doing him.” She winked, “Unless you wanna make him cum. Then, it’ll just take a few seconds.”
“Why? Because you’re probably the first girl to ever touch his cock. But more than that, believe it or not, you’re his dream girl. You birthed him, you nursed him, he sees you every day. And fantasizes about you, beats off to you. You are the sexiest girl in his entire universe.”
That insight made each and every one of the thoughtful.
“Oh, one other thing, maybe I shoulda started with this. Get that first kiss with him out of the way. For some reason, it’ll be like a huge line to cross. For him and you both. Now this was true for me, and I bet it might be the same for you girls. That first time when I lay down on Marcel and started giving him tongue? Girls that was so much more intimate than jerking him off.”
Evangeline winked, “In fact, you’ll find out pretty quick, that masturbating your boy will begin to seem ... uh, easy. Friendly. By the second or third time, it’ll still be a huge deal to him, but you won’t think it’s any more than a peck on the cheek.”
Her audience could identify with the concept. They were nodding along. Sissy knew how extraordinary this session was. Five naked housewives calmly discussing what they would be willing to do with their naked sons. And, these weren’t dancers working for Darlene. Nor were they part of the Naked Mamas working at Contrary Mary.
No, they were ordinary moms and housewives who had volunteered to do the boldest thing in their lives. They were all in their late 20s, early 30s, already completely at ease in their public nudity. They had, even before they came to Sunnyside, agreed to jerk their sons off. And now they calmly discussing how much further they might be willing to go.
Sissy studied them — five fairly attractive mothers. But no hardbodies, no centerfolds, no Sexiest Moms candidates. In a week, they’d go back to their husbands, their ordinary jobs, the daily running of their households.
However, this week ... well, Darlene had designed it to offer ordinary girls a first-ever freedom from convention. No husbands, no men ... in a way that was more significant than the no-clothes edict.
They had just watched another otherwise ordinary mother fuck her son. And now they were peppering her with incest-forward questions. And, whether they realized it or not, every time they asked Evangeline questions about her and Marcel, they were really thinking about themselves. And their own sons.
“Blowjobs? Well Nancy, I guess that’s up to each of you to decide. But chances are you’re gonna be snowballing with each other. That’s what happened with us, anyway. And once Fleur, Fleur Comeaux swirled Marcel’s cum into my mouth ... well, I decided, in fact, all five of us ended up thinking the same thing ... once we had a mouthful of our boy’s cum ... well, what’s the big deal about sucking him off?”
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