Camp Sunnyside
Copyright© 2026 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - “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
In a move that did surprise many in Sausalito, Missy chose five teachers for their own Sunnyside week. Of course, each of them had a son and a daughter, just like all the previous campers.
But most folks found it titillating that these were teachers. That their Sunnyside clips would be seen by all of their students. And, not incidentally, by the parents of those students. Although two of the teachers worked at elementary schools, so their students, in theory anyway, wouldn’t be able to watch them in action.
Their other students, however, and many of their parents, found the clips to be especially erotic. There was something about watching your teacher — whom you saw five days a week — casually smiling as she jerked her son off.
But even naughtier, four of the teachers actually fucked two or three boys who were in their classes. And, all five teachers had sex in Sunnyside with the mother of one or two or three of their students.
Now, would the fortunate boys who got to fuck their teachers, continue to have privileges after Sunnyside? Here, it depended on the whims of the teachers. Three of them did allow their students to enjoy an occasional romp.
An after-school hummer in the classroom, wasn’t common, but it wasn’t unheard of either.
Missy continued to innovate at Sunnyside.
One morning, before breakfast, she hung three tiny eye-masks beside the large outdoor bed. Their purpose was immediately understood because of the color scheme that matched the optional tent flags. A green mask for girls. Blue, for boys. White, the international signal of surrender, stood for each mom’s son.
The silk masks were designed sort of like those used in swimming contests. In other words, they covered a mom’s eyes, but there would be no mystery as to who was behind the mask.
Missy explained it to the new set of campers. The boys were already grinning widely.
“Okay, girls, the masks are just like those little flags — completely voluntary. Colette, what does it tell everyone if you put on a green mask?”
Colette Darios giggled, “I’m toast!”
Everyone laughed.
“It means when I lie down on that there bed, I’m in the mood for another girl to have at me.”
Audrey Millet said, “Or girls.”
“Acourse, girls.”
Missy, “Connie, you just put on the blue mask and lay back on the bed.”
Connie Lagresse grinned, “Welcome aboard, boys!”
Audrey said, “But not Charlie, right?”
Connie nodded, “Charlie had Mama-privileges only if I’m wearing white.”
Colette called out, “Whenyou’re_wearing white, bitch.”
Connie blushed and looked away from her son, “Well, I dunno about that.”
Emmy Rivet said, “Miss Missy, what these masks do ... um, it’s like the flags, except instead of in our tents, we’re out in the open.”
“That’s right, dear. The masks are for good little girls who are brave enough to let the world see them having fun. And, you’ll notice those two optional wrist restraints hanging from the headboard.”
Everyone stared, then giggled.
“When you’re wearing the mask, you’re telling everyone, ‘Hey, here I am — come and get it.’ But when you let them cuff your wrists ... Theresa, what message are you sending? What are you telling Camp Sunshine?”
Theresa L’Enfant laughed out loud, “God, that is so dirty! I’m telling everyone, you kin not only have me, but I’m really helpless. I can’t stop you, no matter what you wanna do to me. I love it!”
It was no accident that the mask-introductions took place in front of the five little boys. They were staring from the vaguely bondage-looking equipment to their mothers, back and forth. Imagining, dreaming, fantasizing.
Missy said, “There’s one more element to the Mask Game. See that little chalkboard. If you’re going to be wearing a green mask, just write down a number from one to four.”
The girls were nodding and grinning, “Acourse.” “Makes sense.”
Missy winked, “Blue mask, it’s one to five boys.”
This was met by cheering from the male contingent.
Connie Lagresse looked at her son, “Dream on, Charlie.” But she also winked. Charlie wondered, “What in the world does that mean?” Conflicting signals.
Camp Sunnyside hadn’t existed. Then, seemingly overnight, it was, literally, the talk of the town.
Of course, the moms who were waiting for their own turn were especially eager to talk with their counterparts who had been through the drill.
By the fourth week, a consensus had developed. It wasn’t universally agreed to — a few moms held out — but most agreed that jerking her son off first thing on that Sunday morning was the way to go.
It broke the ice, and usually eliminated that initial hesitation that newcomers — mothers and sons — felt about each other.
Plus, handjobs were so easy to do. These moms had been doing them for 15 or more years. And, it was a kindness. A little thing that meant so much to the boys.
A few moms tried to preestablish ground rules with their sons. Peggy Boudreaux was typical of the more cautious ones. She sat down with her son, Mark, for The Talk.
“Look, we gotta get some things straight between us before Sunday.”
“Okay.”
“Look, I know that I ... um, volunteered for this my own damned self.”
Mark grinned.
“But that was before ... before things got so wild.” Peggy blushed, just thinking about it.
Mark shrugged.
“So, we’re gonna be naked, me an’ you. And I’m okay with that part. I knew it when I filled out that application.” She blushed deeper, “But I’m not, you’re not, we’re not ... gonna do ... um, you know, the really naughty stuff.”
He was genuinely curious, “Like what?”
She was now beet red. This was far more difficult than she had imagined. In her mind, the two of them would have a calm, rational discussion. And leave it with a mutual agreement to play by her rules.
Again, “Like what?”
“Look, what all you get up to with them other moms ... well, that’s their business.”
Big smile.
“Same with the boys. You and them can get up to whatever mischief you want.”
He nodded, “Blowjobs.”
She nodded briefly and cleared her throat, “But me and you ... well, I’m off limits.” She blinked rapidly, “Well, not entirely. I suppose if everyone else is smooching ... well, I could probably put up with that. But that’s about it.”
Mark spoke almost wistfully, “I would like to kiss you, Mama. A lot.”
“Well, we’ll just have to see.” She held up a finger, “But no feeling me up.”
“You mean below the waist?”
“That there is absolutely what I mean.”
He grinned, “And above the waist?”
Peggy hesitated. She did want to preestablish boundaries, but she didn’t want to come off as a raging prude either. She had gotten her nerve up just to sign the application in the first place. And, she was genuinely looking forward to her Sunnyside week. Except for the part involving her son.
“Well, that’s something I can decide when we’re there.”
Mark was enjoying his first-ever bawdy discussion with his mother. Whom, he knew wasn’t really as prim and proper in real life.
“What about you and the other boys?”
If possible, Peggy flushed even redder. “I ... um, haven’t made up my mind yet.”
“From all those Sunnyside clips ... well it looks like the other moms are having a pretty good time.”
She was absolutely aware of this.
Mark was enjoying her obvious discomfort, but not in a mean way. “Mama, I’m really looking forward to watching you and the other moms.” Peggy didn’t realize that he knew about her girlfriend.
“Well. I guess when I want me some privacy, I’ll just tell you.”
He agreed cheerfully, knowing that privacy didn’t much exist at Sunnyside.
He continued his gentle teasing, masking it with a solemn demeanor, “I’m really looking forward to that little bed at night.” So narrow there was no way to avoid body-molding with each other.
Peggy had had enough, so she stood and said, “Well, I’m glad we had this little talk and worked everything out.”
“But how are we gonna sleep? I mean in what position. Am I gonna be holding you? Or the other way around?”
“I don’t have all the answers, me.”
Still prolonging it, he asked, “When do you go to Wendy’s”
That, made her smile — she was really looking forward to a new makeover. And, free to boot. “On Saturday afternoon, the day before we leave.”
He boldly looked down her body, “I can’t wait to see it.”
Despite the inappropriate reference to her soon-to-be-bald pussy, this made her giggle, “Well, I guess you’ll have all week to look at it.”
“If I can’t touch it, could I kiss it?”
“Mark!”
He continued smiling at her.
“Look, this is all as new to me as it is to you, alright? Some things, a lot of things probably ... well, we’re just gonna have to work things out as we go along.”
“I didn’t hear a ‘no’, Mama.”
“Oh, you!”
Later, lying in bed, Peggy thought about how awkwardly that abbreviated conversation had gone. Somehow, Mark had zeroed in on the exact subject that she had been mulling over.
True, she didn’t want him groping her, although she knew that she’d probably end up giving in to some things. But his probing question about kissing her pussy ... well, she’d always enjoyed that particular activity.
And, Peggy wasn’t stupid. She’d watched all those Sunnyside clips with considerable interest. Particularly the ones with the girls going down on each other. Okay, okay, also the ones with the boys licking pussy too. And, yes, the ones where a son made his own mother cum.
Peggy wasn’t in denial. With that earlier conversation, she was simply trying to set out some ground rules, establish some boundaries for Mark. But he had somehow highlighted her own vulnerability.
With her husband snoring softly beside her, Peggy reached down between her thighs, and began, again, fantasizing about Camp Sunnyside.
Timing was an interesting phenomenon at Sunnyside, one Missy hadn’t anticipated.
For new arrivals, some more nervous than others, physical interactions started off slowly. Frequent applications of sunscreen helped get past that first ‘touching each other’ barrier. That it was a practical necessity helped many of the first-timers rationalize their early activities.
Of course, the act of jerking off your son was made a little easier because it was not only mandated, but the other four moms were doing it too. And, like earlier campers had reported, by the end of the week most moms were casually, and cheerfully doing it without the slightest sense of embarrassment.
Missy had anticipated that kind of attitudinal progression. Not just with handjobs, but with other interactions as well. Each passing day saw an easing of concerns.
But there were a couple of time-related factors that surprised her. By the second day, sometimes the third, the closer it got to bedtime, the more active most moms became.
Looking back, the reason was obvious. In bed, it would be just her and her son. Which was its own universe of considerations to deal with. But prior to that, there were four other moms and four other boys to play with.
Now, there wasn’t a desperate flurry of activity, nothing like that. However there was an awareness that the clock was ticking.
That same sense of running out of time was even more apparent as departure time drew nearer and nearer. For now, for an ever-shortening timeframe, these five moms were free from work, from running the household, from most social norms. And, most importantly, free from their husbands.
True, when they were back home, many moms would continue to hook up with their new girlfriends. And, many of them would sneak around with the other four boys.
But it wouldn’t be like Sunnyside. They’d never experienced anything like the freedom they were enjoying at the resort. So, during their last couple of days, there was a subconscious urgency. A desire to squeeze in as much fun as the swiftly-moving clock would allow.
Of course, Missy made the most of it. As the end of the week approached, she made it a point to spell out the calendar-reality to each mom. “All good things must end, but you still have a little time left.”
Despite the sort of anticlimactic reception that the Mr. Sunnyside contest had received, anticipation for the Little Mr. Sausalito pageant was at an all-time high. The addition of naked mothers to the program was not only a new element, but made the event feel even naughtier.
After all, these mothers weren’t Sunnyside-tested. There weren’t any clips of them circulating through town. No, much like Loraine LeBlanc, these mamas had gotten up their nerves and had agreed to participate in spite of, not because of, their own nudity.
In the end, there were 34 brave mothers who had, usually for their son’s sake, agreed to be good sports.
Previous contests for the naked little boys had begun with video clips of them, posted for the town to see. Then, people voted on their favorites. Darlene named the five boys who had garnered the most votes. She held the ceremony on the stage at Sausalito High.
But, 34 was a manageable number, so she decided to have all the entrants on the stage at the same time. Each boy would be interviewed by a panel of other mothers. Everything would be live-streamed so that people at home and in the audience could vote for their favorites.
What boys’ mothers didn’t realize was that they, too, would be interrogated by the panel. They, too, would be asked deeply personal questions about their own sex lives.
Being up on the stage, under the spotlights, being watched by both a full house and thousands more at home ... well, Darlene was confident that most mothers would feel compelled to bare it all, to confess whatever shenanigans they’d been up to.
And, the longer the questioning went on, the more mamas who admitted what they’d done, the more open each subsequent mother would become.
Plus, having 34 naked mother/son teams was ever so much better than the five of previous years.
And, through Missy’s team, Darlene had learned that 31 of the 34 had ‘practiced’ being naked with their sons at home.
In fact, for a handful of them, including Loraine LeBlanc and Harry, it was a fairly regular thing these days. It never had been that big a deal to her, and she understood how much it meant to her son.
So, after posing for Missy, Loraine occasionally allowed Harry to video her for his own pleasure. Of course she knew his secret — not that he masturbated to her — but that he shared her clips with his three best buddies.
Again, Loraine didn’t mind. She’d known the boys all of their lives, and they were pretty decent specimens. For boys.
For her next next week’s crew, Darlene changed up the Sunnyside personnel again. For Sunday, and Sunday only, she invited five boys and their five maternal grandmothers. The following day the moms would replace the grannies.
Sissy was frank when she addressed the older set that first morning. They’d lived through a lot, weren’t easy to shock, and now had fewer opportunities to kick up their heels.
“Girls, you only have one day and one night to enjoy all this young stuff.”
She turned her head, “Boys, you are to do as they tell you to.” They were grinning, naked and erect, with their arms around each other’s shoulders.
The grannies, aged 39 to 51, eyeballed them openly.
“Girls, these little cuties belong to you. You kin do anything and everything you want with them. There are, literally, no limits.”
Now, Darlene had several grannies working for her — many danced at Miss Kitty’s. But the five she had selected for Camp Sunnyside weren’t among them. As she did with the Sunnyside moms, she selected only those who weren’t strippers and who weren’t working naked at Contrary Mary’s — the Monday Mamas.
No, Darlene insisted that all of the Sunnyside campers were ‘virgins’ — moms, and now five grannies, who hadn’t bared it all professionally.
Her reasoning was obvious — she simply wanted more women to be in sexy situations. And, because they were relatively new to this kind of scenario, they would be more hesitant, more nervous, at least their first day at Sunnyside.
But if any of the grannies were nervous ... well, Sissy couldn’t detect a hint of it. They seemed ready, eager even, to enjoy their one day of absolute freedom.
When Darlene had first selected the five of them, they began meeting with each other at Contrary Mary’s after work. Now, these five ladies had been through a lot. They’d survived puberty. Had sex. Gotten knocked up. Gotten married, and given birth. Had raised sons and daughters, only to see the cycle repeat itself with their daughters.
Like a lot of grandmothers all over the country, they were life-tested, realistic, and carried themselves with a certain insouciance. Camp Sunshine was viewed as a treat, a lark, a vacation from everyday life.
When they met for drinks, there was really only one question they asked each other — “Have you decided yet?”
And that singular question was one that Sausalito had been speculating about every since Darlene had made the announcement. Would they fuck their own grandson?
The act wouldn’t carry the significance that it would with a mother. But, still it was illegal, immoral, and oh so naughty. Of course each girl had watched, and rewatched those Miss-Kitty clips of her grandson jacking off.
The town was in agreement about what each granny would do with the other four boys. The girls had only one day and one night to enjoy all that youthful energy and vigor. No doubt, they would wear those boys out.
Carrie Comeaux, 42, was the first commit. Sipping a margarita in a booth at Contrary Mary’s she said, “Look, girls, let’s stop kidding ourselves. This is a chance of a lifetime. I don’t care if Darlene expects me to fuck Rocky. I don’t care if the whole town is rooting for it too.”
The other four girls were smiling at her, knowing what was coming.
“Know why I’m gonna fuck him? Because I want to. Because I can.”
Phylis Lafayette, “There’s another reason, me.”
“Oh?”
“Once I take Bobby’s cherry, he’ll never forget it. He’ll belong to me. See, he’ll be all hunger and speed and cum too fast. But from then on, I’ll have years and years to teach him, to enjoy him.”
“What about your daughter?”
“Well, Elise isn’t going to fuck him — she’s made that clear. So, she’ll probably be grateful to me for giving him regular pussy.”
The five girls giggled and raised their glasses in a toast. They didn’t need to make a pledge, but each of them had committed to giving her grandson his first pussy.
They all decided to do their grandsons first, and then concentrate on the other four boys. They didn’t know for sure if they’d have access to the other four of them after their one magical day at the resort.
At Sunnyside, the second day, Monday, when the mothers arrived, each was greeted by the sight of their own mother straddling their own son, his cock fully embedded in her bald pussy.
It set the tone for those five moms. On their very first minute of their first day at Sunnyside, sex was in the air even before they undressed, let alone before they gave their first handjob, even before they allowed that first kiss.
Their Sunnyside introduction had been so instantly blatant, so graphic ... well, the usual getting-to-know-you period had been rendered moot.
Each one stared as her son moaned in pleasure and shot off. Then, with no hesitation, he opened his mouth widely as his grandmother pulled her pussy open and sat on his face.
As the grannies were leaving, Sissy handed out sunscreen to the boys. Each of the five mothers stood almost placidly as her son began oiling up her pussy, not bothering to start with her back and shoulders.
Seeing her son fucking her mother ... well, something had shifted in the psyches of those five mamas. The very first thing they had seen — incestuous group fucking right out in the open.
Each time Missy Champlain tweaked the Sunnyside procedures, Sausalito paid attention because the mini-resort was still the talk of the town.
In fact, her newest proviso not only was met with public approval, but most people reacted the same way, “It just makes sense.” “I wonder why she didn’t do it earlier.”
The ‘it’ was only a small adjustment. On the arrival morning, Sunday, each mother and her son had to undress at home before they were picked up.
Naturally, this reinforced the ‘no clothes’ policy. Not only was clothing banned at Sunnyside, but there were no clothes to take off, let alone put back on at the end of the week. But it also meant that each mother and son were naked at home while they waited for their ride.
Now that was a small change, but it instantly created a different vibe. The mothers had long ago been mentally prepared for the nudity at Sunnyside. But here at home, where they saw their sons every day ... well, it just felt different. They couldn’t put their finger on why, but it somehow seemed naughtier than it would be out in the open with everyone else naked.
It also, subtly, was more erotic with just the two of them there. It was his first time to see his mother naked. Instant boners, of course. And, while she had seen his clips, it was her first time to see him that way in the flesh.
The atmosphere varied from mom to mom. It ranged from embarrassment to amusement, to ... sometimes a frank visual and mental assessment. A recalibrating of the week’s possibilities.
Missy had cleverly instructed the drivers to be 15 or 20 minutes late — giving each mom more naked alone-time with her son. Again, the reactions varied. Some mothers were obviously uncomfortable. They had all imagined their first day at Sunnyside. But it hadn’t included this nude introductory period in her own fucking home.
Others just shrugged and enjoyed another cup of chicory.
A few played into it. Melissa Gravois winked at Charlie as she gestured down her body, “Well, you been wanting to see it — here it is, fresh and bald as a baby’s butt.”
“God, Mama, God.”
Then, icing on the cake, the drivers stopped at curbside, and merely honked their horns. It wasn’t a Walk of Shame from her front door to the car door, but it was each mother’s first taste of public exposure.
Another Sunnyside tweak that Missy instituted was somewhat more controversial because it could be interpreted as an insult to the husbands of those Sunnyside girls.
Not that the change was condemned. No, most people were intrigued by the idea. And curious as to what effect it would have on each Sunnyside family.
It applied to every mother who had, or would, spend a week at Sunnyside. From now on, the first Saturday of the month would be Boys Night. Mom would replicate her camp experience by sleeping with her son once a month.
For reasons most folks couldn’t articulate, this edict seemed even naughtier than ever.
One, she and her son would be naked in his bed at her house.
Two, her husband would be right there in the next bedroom.
Three, no one, absolutely no one, thought that sleeping would be all that was involved.
Many people in town were impressed with Missy’s ingenuity. She was not only bringing mother/son sex into the home, but it was while the husband was right there. It was easy to imagine him lying alone in his bed, speculating on exactly what it was his wife was getting up to.
Most of these moms, while startled by the announcement, had a positive reaction. There had been no attempt to pretend that whatever she and her son had done during her one magical week hadn’t happened.
She had done whatever it was she had done. Jack him off? Of course. Deep-kiss him? Almost certainly. Rub sunscreen all over each other? Multiple times a day. Let him finger-fuck? Maybe, maybe not. Blow him? Yes, some of them. Let him get you off? Same answer.
Some moms, not all that many, had allowed their sons to go down on them. An even tinier number had fucked him.
But, whatever degree of intimacy had occurred ... well, it would be downright silly to deny him similar privileges just because they were at home. In fact, it would be almost impossible with the two of them in bed. His raging hormones. Her naked body. And, not to be underestimated, her fond memories of allowing him to, showing him how, to get her off.
After they had returned from the mini-resort, something as simple as glancing at each other across the dinner table triggered fond memories. It wasn’t unheard for a mom, when her husband wasn’t home, to allow her son to steal a kiss, to fondle a breast.
These Sunnyside moms, whether they had been there during the same week or not, talked with each other frequently. Shared memories, compared notes, and updated each other on their current fun and games.
A surprising number of them continued to jerk their sons off when they had a little privacy. Since they had all masturbated him at Sunnyside ... why not at home? It was easy, and still meant the word to him.
Trading war stories, several mothers found they were not alone in opening their robes to flash junior when hubby had left for work. So, Boys Night was both a logical extension of the best week of their lives, and, frankly, another way to get off. The fact that it was her son making her cum was no longer that much of a concern for many Sunnyside mothers. Been there, done that.
And, Missy had correctly anticipated that most mothers, after they had had time to digest the news, would have a positive reaction. After all, by the end of their Sunnyside stay, most of them had become comfortable with whatever incestuous activities they had allowed.
Plus, each mother had gotten into the delicious habit of enjoying more than one orgasm a day. Their sons, of course, were uber-grateful. And, these days, pleasing a grateful boy was becoming not only familiar, but felt increasingly natural.
Because Boys Night was an officially sanctioned holiday ... well, why not relive those glorious times?
Connie Savoy was fairly typical of the first Boys Night participants. At Sunnyside, she hadn’t been a wild child, but she hadn’t been one of the shy girls either.
But she had stood out for a couple of reasons. One, she was a startlingly easy cum. Second, by Sunday evening, her first day there, she was already allowing Dougie full access to her body. Well, not his penis, but his fingers and mouth.
She was already tutoring him on how to turn her on, how to get her hotter, how to get her off. Now, her orgasms weren’t toe-curling earthquakes. But they came often and each one seemed to refresh her.
Dougie had spent more time with his head between his mother’s thighs than any other boy in the brief history of Sunnyside.
Interestingly, while Connie did occasionally suck his erection, she never allowed him to cum in her mouth. When he drew close, she simply sat back and stroked him off even as she was fingering herself.
Not that she didn’t enjoy the other moms and their sons. Like most mamas, she cheerfully let the other four fuck her. Although that had been more out of curiosity and availability than anything else. The way she looked at Sunnyside was that all of the world’s rules and regulations were suspended for a week. Wedding vows, underage sex laws, conventional opinions ... none of that applied here.
Connie was a pretty Cajun girl, 28, with a brilliant white smile, which appeared early and often. At 5’ 7”, she was a little taller than most of her girlfriends. Slender, her perky boobs were larger than golf balls, but a little smaller than oranges. Somehow, though, they didn’t seem small — they looked just right on her.
She adored her new, pixie cut, and decided to keep it short. She had had a heart-shaped bush, but she decided to keep the bald look too. Her pussy lips were thin, but a little longer than her friends’.
Dougie had worshipped her even before Sunnyside. She found his youthful adulation amusing, yet charming in its own way. No surprise, Sunnyside had been, by far, the highlight of his young life.
Yet, as Connie told her daughter, Jasmine, “The best week of my life too.”
Jasmine, who had been there for the last few days of camp, smiled, “Well, those boys sure got you off a lot.”
In fact, Connie had fucked them only once, and that was mostly on a whim. However, she did spend a lot of time sitting on the face of each of the five hungry boys.
Jasmine winked, “You know Pops is gonna hate Saturdays.”
“Tough titty — I give Carl all the pussy he wants.”
“Still ... at home? While he’s here?”
“Honey, you know I love your dad in my own way. Now sure, he’s gonna bitch and moan, especially the first two or three times. But he’ll get used to it.”