1. Last Resort Ch. 2


    Date: 12/1/2023, Categories: Fiction Consensual Sex Erotica Exhibitionism Incest Male / Older Female, Male/Female Oral Sex Author: Eccho 

    ... womanizer.”

“Hey, it’s not womanizing if we’re both getting the one thing we set out to get.”

She gives me a humorous shocked expression before both of us share a laugh at my terrible joke. She then gets off of me and stands up, saying,

“God, you’re horrible.”

“And you’re whoreible. Even Steven.”

“Alright, ya big jerk. I’ve gotta pack my stuff and you’ve gotta get the hell out. I wanna watch my shows.”

“Sure you don’t want me to watch with you and keep you company, my sweet little pookie bear?”

I’m then met with a pillow being hurdled at my face. Guess I’ll take that as a no. I place my number in her phone and we exchange goodbyes as I step out of her room and head back to mine. As expected, mom’s sitting on the bed, watching TV. And even more of an expected sight is the white substance of her previous partner on her face and chest.

“Hey,” I greet as I close the door,

“Oh, hey,” she greets back.

Fuck, I’m so glad we’re just at a mutual understanding that we don’t need to talk about what happened. No awkwardness, no guilt, no shame, just a moment of weakness and we move on like it never happened. There’s nothing like it.

“Whatcha watchin’?”

“Oh, just some American Dad. Nothing else was on. And you can never go wrong with the Smiths.”

“Yeah. Can’t argue that. Cannot argue with that.”

I sit next to her and watch along. As we continue enjoying the show, the thought from before about mom being the best I’ve ever had starts to resurface ...
    ... again. God, I hate my intrusive thoughts. I mean, that’s gotta be what that is, right? No way I’m thinking of that of all things when I’m with the sexiest women this place has to offer on my own volition. It’s just the buried nerves of being new to nudist resorts making their presence known in a weird way. That’s all it is. Yeah. Yeah, just nerves. Just gotta keep ‘em under better control. Maybe sharing my escapades with mom will help.

Luckily enough, the commercials start to roll, giving us ample opportunity to do just that. And to make things better, mom turns to me like a kindergartener in the reading circle as she has the same idea. Well, that makes this so much easier. I tell her about the three girls I’ve been with today and she tells me about her guy.

As we’re sharing/reminiscing, though, I notice something about her. She’s slightly less jovial about sharing. And not in the sense of being too horny to talk about it, but more like she’s...bothered by something. Wonder what that’s all about.

“You ok?” I ask after she finishes her story,

“Yeah. Why?”

“You seem a bit less...into this. Was he that boring?”

“Hmhm. No, no. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, now that you say that, I can’t help but to worry. What happened? Did he say something? Cause if he did-”

“He didn’t do anything. He was really nice. It’s just...I used to be like you. You’ve got so much to give for these girls. And I’m willing to bet that you’re nowhere near tapped out yet. I ...
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