Last Resort - Sex Stories

Last Resort

... for that to be the case. So just get out there. Meet some guys...or girls if that’s what you wanna do. Mingle. I won’t judge.”

She gives me a look of confusion and disgust from my proposal, but I give her a look telling her that I’m serious about her having fun because I care about her well being. She then concedes to my subliminal message, saying,

“Ok, you win. I’ll go after you’re out of sight. I wouldn’t want the image of your mother naked edged in your mind while you’re trying to have your fun.”

“Thank you...I guess.”

Yeah, you didn’t really do me any favors by saying that, mommy. But she said she would have fun and that’s all I care about right now. So I give her a hug and a kiss on her cheek before walking to the front of the room and stripping all the way down to my birthday suit and placing my clothes in the nearby closet. Once I’m done with that, I turn my attention to the door.

But before I bring a hand to the doorknob, I find myself struggling. I’m about to intentionally walk around in front of a bunch of strangers with my dick hanging out. Something I haven’t done since I was 3. But this time, I won’t get my ass beat for it. But it’s still so weird. I’ve always been programmed to have my naughtiest bits covered. And now, as per the policy of where I’m residing, I’m just supposed to act as if that idea was never conceived. It’s definitely gonna need some getting used to, but I’ve got the time.

The day eventually ends and I head back to the room ...

... in defeat. I completely struck out. I’m so unlucky, it’s not even funny. Every girl I came into contact with either had an overprotective father, brother, or boyfriend. And when they were on the more mature scale, they were entirely reluctant because they thought I was too young for them. Fuck my life.

But it’s fine. I’ve got an entire 2 weeks in this resort. And it’s just the first day. If we were to just let the first of anything determine how the rest goes, we’d be dead as a species. I’m sure to get lucky at least once. This is a resort at the end of the day. People come and go every day. Someone’s bound to come around and look for some carefree fun.

I open the room door and step inside of the room. Before it even closes, I spot mom lying in bed, sleeping blissfully. I know that look. Someone’s been having fun this entire day. At least one of us did. I guess that’s good enough for me. She’s seemed so stressed lately. I’m so glad that she found someone to take that away.

It doesn’t even surprise me that she’s done it so soon, either. She’s a complete knockout. Her curly blonde hair, her adorable face, and her perky c cup chest and curvy rear are just magnets for men everywhere like moths to a flame. But I do wish she had the frame of mind to properly...clean up. She’s clearly taken some effort, but I still see lines of semen on her cheek and chest. Thankfully, she’s turned away from my side of the bed. I don’t want any of her residue rubbing off on me. That would ...