Camp Sunnyside
Copyright© 2026 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - “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
Timmy Mouton, in his mother’s tent, also took the initiative. He simply handed her the sunscreen.
Carole laughed and echoed Jenny Hebert, “Whoa! You don’t waste any time, do you?”
That erased any lingering doubts Timmy might still have had. He smiled and placed a cum-towel on the little table.
Missy Champlain had told Sissy that Carole was the boldest of the five new moms. And, in fact, Carole was feeling especially frisky that morning. She sat down on the bed, put her left hand on his butt, and began masturbating him.
So much for the sunscreen ruse — she had decided to just jerk her son off.
As he spurted and spurted, he said, “Thank you, Mama.”
She bent forward and licked cum off the tip, “Anytime, honey.” She winked, “And I mean anytime at all.”
Thinking about that casual handjob later, Carole didn’t feel a sense of relief. Didn’t feel that she that crossed some sort of line. Over her early years, she jerked off too many boys to remember.
And, she was fully aware that she, herself had volunteered for Camp Sunnyside. Knowing ahead of time that she would masturbate Timmy, probably on the first day.
No, what she was ruminating on was how did she feel about it? Truly, deep down, what was her honest reaction? This wasn’t a conscience-driven inner dialogue. She didn’t feel that she’d done anything wrong. Sure, society wouldn’t agree, but fuck society.
No, she decided that what she was feeling was that masturbating her son had been a good, savvy beginning to her week. To their week.
Molly Landry, no relation to Rita Landry, took a different tact with her son. She took Tee-Tim’s hand and led him outside to the big bed. There, prearranged, two of Wendy’s Korean masseuses were waiting for them.
Tee-Tim looked at his mother in awe.
She smiled at the girls, “Take your time, but get us off.”
They giggled behind their hands, “Yes ma’am.”
“And, don’t use your hands.”
More giggling.
Tee-Tim stared at his mother in awe.
As pre-instructed, one of the girls began licking Molly’s breasts while the other went straight to her pussy. Molly, reached for her son’s hand, squeezed it, and smiled, “God, I love to cum.”
Her reasoning had been thoughtful, logical. She had decided on this long before they arrived. Molly had watched the Sunnyside clips more than once. At first, out of curiosity. Then, to masturbate to. She was in the middle of the strongest sex drive of her life.
But the other reason she studied those clips was to gather intel. And, to filter what she was watching against what she, herself, would be willing to allow. And, she had concluded that letting her son watch her cum would be an amazing intro into Sunnyside, but wouldn’t be so over the top that his head exploded. Well, not his big head.
As Tee-Tim watched his mother heat up, he knew better than to touch himself. He wasn’t about to waste it, not with a blowjob — a blowjob! — on the horizon.
Molly would have enjoyed the action anyway. But she felt so deliciously naughty with Tee-Tim right here, staring at her in amazement. He was squeezing and releasing her hand, squeezing and releasing it in an almost masturbatory rhythm.
Then, Molly’s own grip tightened as she drew closer. When it hit, she thrust her hips up and moaned in ecstasy.
“One more.”
The girls switched places, and got her off even more quickly.
Tee-Tim’s turn.
Molly sat up, crosslegged, for a better viewing angle. She smiled down fondly at he son. The girls used both tongues on his cock, taking their time, knowing he would explode the instant he entered a mouth.
Molly giggled at his wide-eyed wonder. Then she said, “Now.”
As he began spurting, she lay back down, ready, more than ready for the next phase.
The girl shifted over from Tee-Tim to Molly as both of them opened their mouths to transfer his cum. Then, giggling with her mouth full, she rolled over on top of her son and began deep-kissing him. She reached down and adjusted his still-erect cock so her pussy was directly on it.
Molly, while certainly still excited, was still clearheaded enough to relish her own naughtiness as she squirmed on top of him. She congratulated herself, “I’m out in the open for everyone to see. The cameras are running. I’m snowballing my own son’s cum with him. And, I’m massaging his boner with my pussy. Not bad!”
Jenny Hebert, after she had settled down, called her son back into the tent, “Okay, Curtis, I had my little meltdown ... I’m over it now.”
“Are you okay? Really okay?”
“Well, I’m as good as I’m gonna get. At least for a while. Look, here’s why I flipped out ... You got me ... no, what I mean is ... being naked an’ kissing a naked boy ... well, that sorta got me into a certain mood.”
Curtis smiled, his erection bobbing as he remembered.
“An’ when that certain boy started sucking my nips ... well, back in the day that was a good way get my panties off.”
Curtis wondered again ... who was she talking about ... boys or girls or both? And, how far back was ‘back in the day’?
“Well, anyway ... an’ I’m not making any excuses for what I did ... see I’m ... well, all girls, almost are real sensitive, me especially, when it comes to my clit. Real, real sensitive. See ... you got me ... I mean, I got to the point where I wanted you to ... uh, keep on playing with my pussy? An’ then ... well, you got me to the point where I wanted ... no, I needed to cum.”
Curtis nodded, sensing he should just be quiet and let her talk it through.
“Then, after ... I mean after I had cum, I was lying there thinking about what I had jess allowed to happen.” She shook her head, “No, it was more than what I allowed that got to me — it was what I wanted. I wanted you to make me cum. But then, after ... well, it hit me. It wasn’t jess any boy acourse, it was my very own son. An’ I dunno which was worse — letting you finger-fuck me or wanting you to.”
“Oh.”
“Then I tole myself to stop acting like some blushing virgin. I volunteered for Sunnyside. Knowing that me an’ you would be naked for a week. What the fuck did I think? That you were gonna plant a goodnight kiss on my forehead an’ sleep on the floor?”
She shook her head again, “No, I jess got confused there for a little while. I was embarrassed how ... at how fast I slutted myself up. How much I needed it.”
He put his arms around her, “Mom, you’re no slut ... you’re ... you’re amazing. Wonderful.”
Jenny stepped back and grinned, “Oh, Bubba, don’t you underestimate my slut factor.”
She picked up one of the little cum towels, and reached for his cock.
Throughout the rest of that Sunday, and into the night, Sissy was pleased to see each of the five moms spending time, talking one-on-one with Evangeline.
The next erotic encounter also took place outside. Nancy Guidry, trying to hide her nervousness, brought her son, Mattie, over to Evangeline. Nancy did most of the talking.
Evangeline nodded and grinned, led the boy over to the big bed, and lay him back on it. She began by deep-kissing him, then licking her way down his slender body. Nancy watched avidly as she took him into her mouth. His very first blowjob; his mother’s very first time to witness her son.
Naturally, it didn’t take long. Evangeline turned to Nancy. Who hesitated, then lay on her back, expecting, and dreading it only a bit, to be kissed. Instead, Evangeline slid a finger inside and began lightly fingering her clit.
Nancy blushed, looked at her son, then closed her eyes. When Evangeline sensed she was close, she lay down on the girl, her finger still working its magic.
Nancy opened her eyes, staring up at her. When Evangeline brought her lips close, Nancy opened her mouth wide, even lunging upward a little as their tongues swirled around Mattie’s cum.
When Evangeline rolled off on Nancy’s left side, she turned to her right, lay down on her son, and deep-kissed the startled boy.
Wanting to prolong the action, Evangeline again began playing with Nancy’s clit. Nancy, eyes closed again, was torn between two sensations — her pussy being caressed and her sharing cum with her son.
When a small orgasm hit her, Nancy kept the kiss going, moaning into Mattie’s mouth.
The other four girls, their own first-time excursions now behind them, watched fondly as Nancy, having shed the last of her inhibitions, reached down for Mattie’s cock.
They nodded approvingly. Nancy was being finger-fucked by Evangeline, was snowballing with her son as she stroked his cock.
Carole Mouton smiled, “Full slut mode, that girl.”
Now that Jenny Hebert had gotten past her own existential burst of self-doubt, all five girls were relieved to have that first experience behind them. And, more than a little proud that they had been nervy enough to act, and turned on enough to cum.
Camp Sunnyside.
The third week at Camp Sunnyside. Day two for this new group, a Monday.
Sissy addressed the ten moms and sons, “Amscray, boys, it’s time for some girl talk.”
Oliver led them away, into his tent.
Sissy propped up some pillows and lay back on the big bed facing the girls. She was smiling, relaxed, and lightly stroking herself. No one in the audience thought it the least bit odd.
“I have a new game that I jess made up for you guys. It’s voluntary — you kin play it or not.” She winked, “But I think all of you will love it.”
The young moms grinned, curious and expectant.
Sissy pointed to Oliver’s tent, “See that little pole at the very top, right where the sides meet?”
Everyone did.
“I’m giving each of you three pennants, little flags, that you kin hang on that peg. Think of them as ... oh, invitations. When you hang one of the little flags that’s like saying you’re in the mood for some company.”
They sat up — this was intriguing.
She held the triangular clothes up, one by one. “Okay, green is for girls. Whoever hangs one out ... well, she’s instantly the hostess with the mostest. Say that Carole is flying a green flag. That means that you other four girls are welcome to stop by, step inside, and see what she’s in the mood for.”
Everyone was smiling and nodding.
“Once you’re inside Carole’s tent, you are a guest. Now she may be in the mood for jess a little cuddling an’ smooching.”
Rita Landry laughed, “Not Carole, not hardly.”
Carole, “You got that right, slut.”
Sissy, “But you get the idea — the hostess gets to do whatever she wants.”
The avid audience grinned and nodded.
“Okay, green is for girls. So, naturally blue is for boys. “Molly, when you fly the blue flag, you’re telling the other four boys they’re welcome to come in. An’ then you tell ‘em which one or which ones you want to stay.” She winked, “And exactly what you want ‘em to do for you.”
This elicited some cheers. The girls loved the Flag Game, loved the idea of calling the shots, of doing whatever her mood dictated.
Then Sissy grinned and held up the white pennant.
Jenny Hebert laughed and said, “White mean surrender.”
Nancy Guidry also laughed, “White means Mattie kin come in.”
Sissy nodded, “That’s exactly what it means girls —you’re inviting your own son to join you.” She held up a finger, “But you are 100% in charge of your own boys. Want him to jack off and lick up his cum? Done. Want to cuddle, or neck with him? Done. Want to sit on his face? Want to watch him suck off a buddy or two?”
Carole, “I want the little outlaw to get me off with his mouth only.”
Sissy, “Done.”
Next, Sissy addressed the boys. But this time, with their mothers right there.
She explained the Flag Game. And emphasized their subservient roles. “Whenever you enter a tent — your mom’s or any of the other girls — you are saying to them, “I’ll do anything you want me to.”
She looked them in the eye, one by one, “If you aren’t willing to obey a girl, jess don’t go inside.”
Carole Mouton, grinned at her son, “Timmy, your soul belongs to me.”
For an answer, he stood up and waggled his erection at her. He had learned his sassiness from her at an early age.
Sissy turned to her son, “Oliver, how are the boys doing? Are they sucking cock yet?”
“That’s next.”
She winked at him, and Oliver brought the boys up on the raised platform that held the big bed. The moms grinned and nudged each other.
He lined the boys up in front of them, “Whoever makes me cum ... you can snowball with your mom.”
Sissy noticed a couple of blushes, but none of the girls objected. Jenny Hebert crossed her legs, and folded her arms, but then she shrugged. She wouldn’t resist. Game on.
Any cocksucking apprehension, any hesitation, had evaporated the instant the boys heard about the snowballing reward.
Sissy knew that Oliver had decided to have Jenny do her first maternal snowballing in front of everyone. He had enough control to decide when to start spurting. And, that would be into the eager mouth of Curtis Hebert. Since Jenny was the shiest of the lot, she was a logical target.
But first, he and Sissy wanted each mom to watch her little precious with a cock in his eager mouth.
Timmy Mouton went first. Carole pretended to be disappointed, “What a little slut. Well, no surprise there.”
Sissy watched each of the mothers smile in approval as her son got down on his knees, put his hands on Oliver’s butt, and began the ancient ritual. Molly Landry and Nancy Guidry actually touched themselves as their boys performed.
On their second round, Oliver winked at his mother as he shot off in Curtis.
Sissy reached out her hand to Jenny, and led her up to the bed. She was blushing furiously as she lay on her back.
“You go, girl!!”
“Atta girl!”
Oliver led Curtis over to the bed, lay him down on his mother, then winked at the others as he adjusted the boy’s boner to lie in the crease of her pussy lips.
Curtis, to his credit, lifted his eyebrows, silently asking permission to kiss his mom. Even though her cheeks were flaming red by then, she lifted her arms and smiled wanly at him.
As the kiss began, Sissy eased her finger into Jenny’s pussy, and told her, “Keep kissing him until you cum.”
Earlier in her life, hell, even yesterday, Jenny would have seen this exhibition as a public humiliation. But, this was her second makeout session with Curtis. The other girls were so kind, so positive, so encouraging. Of course, above all that, Sissy’s talented finger-work allowed her to, mostly, relax enough to eventually achieve a small orgasm.
By then, she had mentally relaxed enough to be fully aware of Curtis, of his boner on her pussy, of his greedy tongue sharing Oliver’s cum with her. And, she was aware that all eyes were on her. By this time, part of her she was glad to be the center of attention, proud of her ability to cum in public.
The five moms had never discussed it, but by the afternoon of their second day at Camp Sunnyside, each of them was often fingering herself whenever they were together to chat, to gossip, to compare notes.
It wasn’t a conscious decision ... just an almost automatic way to keep their motors purring in such a racy situation. Whether their sons happened to be there to observe them wasn’t even a minor consideration by this point in their stay.
The boys had gone through their own conversion. After their first cocksucking experience ... well, by Wednesday, when their sisters arrived, the boys were casually sucking cock at random. It wasn’t usually to make each other cum — nope, it was simply a newly-learned buddy-thing.
And, having the moms observe them was considered a bonus.
Interestingly, those five mothers wholeheartedly approved. After all the cocks they’d sucked over the years ... it was about time.
Neither those sweet mamas nor their sons realized that by going down on another boy was reinforcing their subservient Sunnyside roles. Almost every interaction with their own mothers, and with the other four, involved either asking permission or agreeing to do whatever they were told to do.
As Missy Champlain told Sissy, “I want all the boys who pass through here to be programmed to obey. And that should carry over when they go back home to live.”
Indeed, the Sunnyside spirit ... taking all the nudity and naughtiness home ... well, that had been Darlene’s expectation from the start.
Once a boy had seen his naked mother cum, had watched her licking pussy, or getting boned by his friends ... well, those images would be permanently embedded in his brain.
She, in turn, would never forget her son’s actions either. The hunger in his eyes when looking at her. The look of pure joy as he came. His eager cocksucking.
That, and so much more, would influence the mother/son interactions back at home for years and years.
And, in most cases, after they were back home, the moms wouldn’t be resentful of the knowing looks, the sly breast touch, the open boners when they were alone. Camp Sunnyside had been not only a life-altering experience, but one of the most positive periods of their entire lives.
No, by that time, sneaking around their husband for some fun and games with her son would become a naughty little bonus. After all, a mother who had sucked her son off half a dozen times would hardly resent an encore request when they were back home.
Similarly, by the second or third day at Sunnyside, everyone had forgotten about the ubiquitous cameras that captured every waking moment. Inside the safari tents, out in the public spaces ... the outdoor showers, the misters, the hot tub, and, especially, the big bed which was ringed by cameras.
It took Herculean editing efforts by Ray-Ray, but as the clips circulated throughout Sausalito, the Sunnyside legend grew. Ray-Ray focused on the positive, the fun, the laugher. Of course, everyone was nude. Of course, orgasms and boners and oral sex were highlighted.
But the aura of pure enjoyment began sinking into the town’s psyche. More and more mothers filled out the application form to get onto the coveted waiting list.
Even knowing that their own sex clips would soon be circulating. In fact, because there was almost no negative feedback, the idea of boys all over town jerking off to them, became a selling point in itself.
By the end of Sunnyside’s first month of existence, the camp clips were not only accepted, they were celebrated as good, almost innocent, fun.
Her public snowballing behind them, Curtis led his mother back to her tent. They lay down, spooned together, Jenny in front.
He whispered, “Are you okay, Mom?”
“Surprisingly, I am.”
“Good, I’m so glad. Relieved.”
She grew thoughtful, “I think I kin explain why. Why this jess felt different from when me an’ you ... you know, our first time.”
He smiled, “I remember.”
“See, this time it wasn’t me giving in to temptation. It wasn’t me allowing you to do ... everything you did.”
“I understand, I think I do.”
“See, out there, when Oliver announced about the snowballing an’ everything, I thought, well it probably won’t be me. I mean there’s jess a one in five chance, right?”
“Right.”
“Well, after I got my mind around it, I figured out it wasn’t me letting you snowball cum with me. It wasn’t my choice, my decision.”
“You’re right.”
Curtis could hear the smile in her voice, “Besides, that wasn’t the first time I’ve snowballed cum. Not hardly.”
Again, he wondered who and when.
She giggled, “An’ it wasn’t even the first time somebody finger-fucked me while I was snowballing.”
“Oh. So you were able to kinda relax an’ go along.”
“Yeah, but the main reason was because it wasn’t me who let you snowball, it wasn’t my decision. Say, how did it feel to have a boy cum in your mouth?”
“Wonderful! I was hoping an’ praying it would be me.”
She digested this little tidbit. “Because of me.”
“Acourse, because of you. You’re my ... my dream girl.”
She had known for some time that he had a schoolboy crush on her. The way his eyes followed her around the house. The way he couldn’t keep himself from looking up and down her body. But she hadn’t realized the depth of his fixation. Hmm.
They were both silent for a few moments. Then Curtis softly put his palm on her breast. Jenny giggled, “Now itisme, letting you feel me up.”
There hadn’t been any complaint in her tone, so he began gently twirling her nipple. Then the other one.
“Mom?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think, maybe, before we go home? You might, maybe, fly that white flag? Even if it’s jess once?”
Jenny giggled at the raw hunger in his voice, “An jess what all would you be expecting?”
“Nothing. I mean, like Mrs. Vitrine said, you would be the boss. You would decide everything. Or nothing.”
She could feel him throbbing against her butt. In the solitude of the safari tent, in the comfort of his embrace, she felt that now-familiar sense of freedom, of being in an isolated bubble populated only by close friends who all shared a similar feeling of ... of erotic ... possibilities.
Then she realized that it was the fact of those possibilities that was making her feel so free, so unburdened. In theory, she could fool around with each and every one of the other four mothers. And, with each of their sons.
Of course, she had to admit, that in moments like this, lying in his embrace, that Curtis was front and center, at the head of the line of fooling-around partners.
And, despite the fact that he was her son, and that she had zero intention of fucking him, the fact that she now had naked access to four mothers and five boys made her giggle, just thinking about it. And, it made her feel warmer, more loving to the one who was playing with her breasts.
“Okay, Bubba ... say the white flag is flying in the breeze. You come into my tent. What would you like the boss to tell you to do?”
“Really? You wanna know?”
“Yeppers.”
So serious, “Okay, I know you’re not gonna let me ... you know, go all the way.”
She got the giggles, “Curtis, are you really admitting to your very own mother that you wanna fuck her? No, I’ll ask you direct, “Honey, do you wanna fuck me?”
His whisper was barely audible, “Yes.”
“Well, you’re right, that’s not gonna happen, no way, no how.” But, for some reason, his frank admission pleased her. Boys had always lusted after her, even before she got her boobs. Her mother had told her early on, “Honey, please keep your panties on around boys. I don’t know what it is, but you send out some kinda fuck-me vibe.”
Curtis, “I know. I’ve always known you wouldn’t let me do that.”
“So, what’s behind Door # 2?”
Deep breath, another whisper, “I’d like to make you cum again. But with my mouth.”
“Huh.” That surprised her, “You’d rather that than ... oh, a blowjob?”
“By far, by a mile”
“Huh. Well, I’m not making any promises, but that’s ... um, a possibility.”
Curtis knew enough not to press.
“Actually, that’s an overlooked skill. By most boys. In fact ... there were a couple of them ... well, the only reason I ended up letting them fuck me ... well, not the only reason, but the biggest one ... was how much they loved licking pussy.”
Again, Curtis wondered, who and when.
Jenny was now into the subject, “See almost every guy will go down on a girl if he thinks he’s gonna score. But most guys don’t really like it. Acourse, me an’ my girlfriends like to do it ‘cause we know how great it feels.”
Both were quiet, lost in their own thoughts.
Jenny mused, “I did already let you get me off once...”
Even Curtis understood that she was in the early stages of wrestling with the idea of letting him eat her.
“I mean it is a little bigger deal if it’s your mouth.”
More quiet time.
“But not that much of a bigger deal.”
Then Jenny sat up and looked at him, “Honey, I’m trying to understand ... do I have this right ... you would rather get me off than have me make you cum?”
“By a mile.” He looked at her, so earnest, “See, I kin cum anytime, me. But to be able to get you off? I mean, that’s like ... a dream come true.”
She looked down at him thoughtfully, “Acourse if it excites you that much, you might cum jess from licking me.” She nodded thoughtfully, “An’ I’d actually be okay with that.” She giggled, “You certainly wouldn’t be the first boy to spurt off while you’re eating me.
One final exam. She bent down, took the head in her mouth and sucked for a few seconds. “Are you sure you’d rather go down on me more than me sucking you off?”
“Positive. 100%.”
“Huh.”
She lay back down, this time facing him on that narrow bed. She reached down and adjusted his erection so that it was snuggled between their two tummies. She had done it automatically, not even thinking that it was her son.
They were too close together to focus on each other, so both closed their eyes as Jenny began speaking in a sort of stream-of-consciousness manner. She was quietly talking things through, out loud, but speaking more to herself than her son, “See, I’ve always loved being licked, ever since Olivia got me to cum, way back when.”
“Mrs. Lafitte ... uh, I didn’t know you an’ her ... huh.”
“Oh, she’s not one of my regular girlfriends. She jess gits in a mood sometimes and comes over. Usually when she’s been fighting with her husband.”
“Oh.” Another mother-mystery he was learning about.
Jenny inched her head forward and brushed his lips with hers. She was whispering, “Jess for sake of discussion, let’s say I decide to let you go down on me.”
Curtis caught his breath.
“Maureen is my favorite.”
“Mrs. Comeaux.” Another revelation.
“Pay attention — here’s how I like it. She lies down on top of me, an’ we kiss an’ kiss an’ kiss. An’ that’s all for the longest time — she’s not even touching my pussy yet.”
“Oh.”
“Then she moves down an’ starts sucking my nipples. You know how sensitive they are.”
Curtis tried to sound casual, “Yes.”
“Well, once she had my puppies good an’ erect, then she moves her hand down to the promised land.”
“Yes.”
“Usually, she gets me off, but jess a light climax. Like you did with me.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Then, it’s time for my favorite position. See, Maureen, she sits on the floor an’ I scoot to the end of the bed.” Jenny giggled, “Then I put my thighs on her shoulders an’ it’s Pussy City from then on.”
Emboldened by her frankness, Curtis said, “I would love that, Mom, really love it!”
She giggled, “But with Janey ... well, I jess sit on her face.”
“Mrs. Boudreaux?” Another name.
“Yeah, she’s got it bad for me, Janey.”
“Gosh.”
“But there’s one other way I love it, jess for a change of pace. See Jimbo, when I let him stop by ... well, no kissing, no hugging ... wham! He jess slaps his mouth on my pussy.” She giggled, “That bad boy loves eating pussy more than anyone, even Susie.”
Curtis was staggered. Jimbo had to be Jimmy Reynard — a 16-year-old junior. Many thought him the most handsome boy at Sausalito High School.
“Uh, Jimbo ... what all ... do you let him ... I mean...”
Jenny laughed, “Oh, honey, Jimbo lives to lick pussy. Last week, he shot off three times jess eating me. I mean, acourse I have thought about fucking him ... but it’s like Connie tole me — why change a winning formula?”
Connie. Connie Boudin. Yet another name to add to the ever-growing list. His quiet, thoughtful mother had — has — a secret sex life. Curtis had know about her two regular girlfriends ... but now. Now he was more in awe than ever. And even hungrier for her than before they came to Sunnyside.
She seemed so open to discussing the most intimate details, he felt he could risk asking for clarification.
“Uh, Mom, with Jimbo ... does he get you so ... I mean, to you want him to ... you know?”
She sat up and looked at her son shrewdly, “Bubba, are you thinking that when you’re eating me ... do you imagine I get so carried away that I’ll fuck you?”
Curtis blushed. Then it registered ... she had said ‘when’, not if.
He said, “Well, I doubt I’ll ever be that good.” Not exactly answering her question.
“Well, don’t sell yourself short before we even begin. I mean, sure, you got a lot to learn. An’ even if you get excited an’ shoot off ... well, that don’t mean you gotta stop. Your mouth doesn’t have to have a hard-on to get me off.”
“How long would it take ... you know, my first time?”
She took the question literally. And seriously, “See, that’s the thing. It would depend more on my mood than your skill. If I’m horny an’ needy an’ all ... well, even a rookie could get me off pretty quick.”
“Oh.”
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