Chapter 158

All the women at Carefree knew that Riley wanted them to start brining their children. Riley didn’t need to spell it out to them — it was common knowledge.

As were the perks given to those mothers who complied. More men than ever swarmed around those women. Having their own children there lent an extra allure to the lovemaking. The moms knew they would eventually be getting fucked in front of their own kids. The men knew it as well. And relished the anticipation.

There was something so much more naughty when a woman would fuck you with her own kids right there, watching avidly.

And the moms themselves? They gradually moved from shy or embarrassed or even mortified, to a cautious acceptance. And, as their children, well, the boys anyway, seemed to be fonder of them, even proud of them, the women began to enjoy themselves more and more.

All that male attention. Somehow developing a closer relationship with their sons. It was a rather nebulous evolution from nervous or even resentful to an almost celebratory mood.

Some of the perks Riley bestowed upon those gutsy moms were more tangible. Like a free car service ride to and from Carefree. It wasn’t that they saved a few bucks on gas — these were economically comfortable families. But it was the ease, the convince, and, a little bit, the prestige.

An even bigger plus was access to Carefree. The resort was now fully booked each and every weekend. Riley was turning away dozens and dozens of couples. But the mothers who brought their own kids always had a guaranteed apartment no matter how late they booked it.

Did the woman who hadn’t taken the plunge — which was the vast majority of the female guests — feel any pressure to bring their kids?

Yes, but not through threats. Riley just told them, ‘Let me know when you’re ready.”

But they saw all the attention their braver friends were getting. Groups of men — 4, 5, 6 — hanging around, hoping for a nod, a wink, a smile.

Molly

Riley was making her rounds early on a Saturday, around 6. She spotted a woman and suddenly remembered Molly. “Hi there, Mrs. Macintosh.”

“Miss Riley.”

The woman was lying on a chaise lounge by the pool, facing the sun. Riley patted her between the thighs, “You have the fullest pussy lips, you and Katie too.”

“Why thank you, some guys like it that way.”

“You know Alice Llewelyn of course.”

She stiffened almost imperceptibly, “Yes. Uh, why?”

Riley again patted her pussy, and said merely, “Molly.”

Mrs. Macintosh colored instantly and she crossed her legs defensively. Then she sighed, “Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

“I am.”

She nodded to herself, “Well. Okay. Um, I guess you want me to go over there now?”

“I do. And bring Molly back here.”

Mrs. Macintosh stared at her, her mouth agape. “Here? Outside? Molly?”

For an answer, Riley picked up the young mother’s ankles and spread her legs, draping them over the arms of the lounge. She patted the cushion between her legs, “Molly.”

Five minutes later, a red-faced Mrs. Macintosh was back on the lounge, legs spread. Alice gently laid Molly between her thighs. She opened the woman up and said, “CLIT.”

Mrs. Macintosh squeezed her eyes shut as Molly began. After a couple of minutes Alice said, “CURL, and Molly began easing her tongue in.

At, “CUNT,” Molly scooted eagerly forward and a Mrs. Macintosh moaned and spread her thighs further apart. Alice continued caressing her clitoris and winked at Riley as the woman had her first ever dog-induced orgasm.

Riley said, “Does Molly get tired?”

“She’ll go as long as you want, Miss Riley.”

Excellent.