Last Resort - Sex Stories

Last Resort

... it?”

She blushes even more, but our conversation seems to be taking effect, causing her to relax a bit.

“He was...nice,” she says hesitantly,

“Oh, come on,” I encourage, “You were smiling pretty wide for the only de***********ion to be ‘nice’.”

“You’re still my son, thooough. Even if you weren’t, I’m not really someone who kisses and tells.”

“Well, why not start with me? Yeah, I’m your son, but so what? It’s common practice for people with a strong enough relationship to tell each other everything.”

“I guess that’s true.”

“See? So come on, spill.”

“Ok, ok. Well, at first, he was...tender, gentle, considerate of me, he was just amazing. Then we kept going and...he was so firm. He touched me just right. He knew exactly which buttons to push. I can practically feel him now...He made me feel so...feel so-...”

Wow, she’s really getting into it. Her breathing is getting rapid and her hands are practically glued to her tits as she toys with herself. I should probably stop this, but her sounds of enjoyment as she relives the moment along with her cute little faces kinda put a halt to that plan. It’s probably wrong of me to have those as reasons, but the more I observe, the less I’m starting to care.

But eventually, our current setting settles in my mind. If someone were to walk in on this, it could probably raise a few unwanted questions. So not wanting that as a result, without thinking, I lean over to her and separate her hands from her chest, ...

... saying,

“Ok, let’s not get too carried away and make a mess in the springs, yeah?”

She looks at me with her emerald green eyes complimented by her glasses as the full weight of what’s going on settless in her mind.

“O-oh, I’m sorry,” she says, blushing wildly, “I guess I-...I got a bit...carried away...Lost control there a bit, huh?”

“It’s fine,” I reply, “Just be a bit more aware, you know?”

“D-duly noted.”

I poke her nose before settling back down in my spot. But just as soon as I do, she stands up, saying,

“Well, I’ve had my fill on the springs. I’m gonna go see what else is available at this hour. See you at dinner, hon.”

She then walks off, leaving me to my thoughts of what just happened. Damn. I was really just centimeters away from molesting my own mother.

The day goes on and I just completely avoid going to our room. Both because I refuse to even look in that direction until I find a girl and more importantly, I don’t wanna run the risk of mom being there and making things awkward. There’s no way she didn’t see my boner. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that it was because of her story. And if that wasn’t creepy enough, it was so close to her center when I grabbed her hands. She definitely needs space.

So I traverse the resort, taking in the sight of both the beauty and the booty. Eventually, I finally spot a girl sitting on a bench who looks like she’s on her own. She’s a caramel skinned beauty with hazel brown eyes, shoulder ...