Like the night before, we just caught the end of the breakfast buffet which was set to close down at 10:30.
Everything was still in great shape!
I loaded up on fruit mostly again because I just love fresh fruit and I helped myself to an assortment of mini-muffins and scones.
Pete mostly loaded up on the typical heavy breakfast fare like scrambled eggs, bacon, potatoes, and the like.
I went for some coffee, but Pete went for his usual of milk and orange juice.
He was convinced at a young age that you should always have milk and orange juice at breakfast because that’s how they showed proper breakfasts being eaten on various TV commercials when he was little.
He liked to drink them in tandem and hasn’t seen any reason to quit doing so.
I always dose my coffee with heavy amounts of sugar and creamer, so I’m certainly not one to talk.
Pete was definitely a lot happier and more animated than usual and initiated a number of hellos and good mornings to other resort goers.
We had wrapped up eating before the clock even struck eleven and we had plenty of time to locate wherever G3 would be, so we decided to just wander the corridors and see what other various places there were to be found along them.
Pete had thought that G might be close to our own H corridor, but it wasn’t.
It was actually on the opposite side of the inner complex, near the Lab.
G was evidently short for Gym because G1 was filled with exercise equipment and G2 was filled with mostly women and just a small smattering of men performing yoga on blue mats that filled the room.
Pete was more than willing to watch the yoga class while we waited, but I thought that would be impolite.
The G3 room was open but there wasn’t anyone inside yet.
There was a big stack of the same type of blue mats that they were using in the yoga room along the side of the room.
Most of the walls in G3 were covered with mirrors, which G2 did not have.
It looked like a room that could be used for ballet or who knows else you’d need all of those mirrors for.
The thought of girls dancing around wearing only a tutu around their waist and little ballet shoes came to mind and I smirked to myself.
I saw by the clock on the wall in the G3 room that it wasn’t even a quarter after eleven yet, so we would have close to a twenty minute wait for the class to start.
Pete looked at the clock too and said, “Why don’t we see what else is down this hall then and just come back when it’s closer to 11:30?”
“Sure,” I nodded.
We kept on going. The next door was G4 and it was closed and dark inside so we skipped it.
Right after that was the Lab and Pete wanted to take a peek inside.
Right as we got to the door, a couple was exiting and they had excited looks on their faces and were showing each other fresh red and black diamond marks on the backs of their right hands.
The guy was all smiles and held the door open for us, so we entered.
There were a number of seats in the Lab but only two were occupied by a bored-looking middle-aged couple that were flipping through some Nudist Lifestyle magazines.
“Can I help you?” The attendant asked as the door closed behind us.
Without missing a beat, Pete walked up to the counter and I noticed that the woman who had addressed us was fully clothed in a white smock and blue slacks which struck me as being out of place all of a sudden, considering the last person we had seen clothed was the day before.
“What does it take to get Certified?” Pete asked, highlighting the importance of the word certified.
The lady’s expression didn’t change.
“Well, you get a blood draw taken and then come back in about two hours for your results. If everything comes up clean, you can get stamped at that time.”
“About how long does it take to get a blood draw?”
“Well, it’s pretty slow right now, so they could take you right away. If you waited until this afternoon, that’s when the weekenders show up and the place starts to get busy around three or four.”
Pete nodded and said, “About how long does the blood draw process itself take? We’re due to attend a class next door here at 11:30.”
“Oh, usually not more than five to ten minutes. We have one doctor on duty for that right now, so if you’re both wanting to get drawn, you’d be cutting it pretty close.”
“Pete, we can come back after the class,” I said, noticing that we would indeed be cutting it close.
I’m not sure I’d be in the mood for some sensual shaving after having to give blood anyway.
I’ll admit that I get a little squeamish around blood and needles.
“Just exactly what does getting certified mean?” I asked, not really sure I even wanted to go through the process at all.
“Well,” the attendant began like it was from rote memorization, “they test for all major communicable blood-based diseases including but not limited to HIV, all known strains of hepatitis, and pretty much any sexually transmitted disease you’ve ever heard of.”
Pete and I just nodded as she continued, “they also test for your blood type in the case of you needing any emergency medical attention while on resort grounds, and can even give you a blood glucose and lipid breakdown if desired.”
“Wow!” I said, rather impressed that this little nudist resort clinical lab was so advanced. “All that just to get a little stamp of purity?”
“You certainly don’t have to ma’am. It’s not required. Well, it is if you wish to attend any Certified-only events or get access to the Certified-only spa and lounge area.”
“Or show off like you’re a Star-Bellied Sneech,” Pete chimed in.
“Pardon?” The woman looked at Pete like he was insane.
“Remember the Dr. Seuss book? The Sneeches?”
“Ah, I remember,” I said nodding and getting his meaning.
“Remember,” Pete said as he pointed to the center of his chest and explained to the confused woman, “some Sneeches had stars on their bellies and some didn’t? The ones with stars were considered elite Sneeches and some guy with a machine came and sold stars to those without stars on thars so they could be part of the cool crowd.”
The woman furrowed her brow and said, “Uh, sure, if you say so.”
“Well, these Certified diamond stamps on our hands are like the stars on the Sneeches’ bellies—it means you’re one of the cool kids.”
“That is one way to look at it I suppose,” the woman said, obviously not really caring or wanting to argue.
A new couple came in through the lab entry door and we left the stoic attendant to attend to them as we left and headed next door to our class that would be starting within a few minutes now.
So we just killed ten minutes talking about blood born diseases and Star-Bellied Sneeches.
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Just like in the locker room showers, there soap and shampoo dispensers built into the shower walls.
I found that most of the lube washed off with just the water alone, but I used the soap still all the same.
Pete stood close to me, his cock now at half-mast as I proceeded to help wash the lube and cum off him.
He was certainly messier than I was, considering his torso was splattered with a good-sized amount of his sperm.
I happily soaped his chest and his penis up, which started to get hard again in my hand which only made me grin even more.
“Oh, I have to pee so bad!” I said as I was lathering up his balls and did a little dance to try to not think about it.
“Well, can you just squat here and pee into the shower drain?” Pete offered and I looked at him quizzically.
“Just pee here in the shower? Isn’t that kinda gross?”
“You’ve never peed in the shower before?”
“Well, I can’t say that I haven’t. I don’t do it very often if I do.”
“I do it all the time. The water all goes to the same place anyway, right?”
I frowned and if I didn’t have to go so badly, I would have waited and used the toilet.
“Alright, but don’t watch me okay?”
“I’ll look the other way then.”
I could barely hold it anyway.
I squatted down over the drain and immediately began peeing at an angle that completely missed the drain.
“Fuck!” I said as I adjusted myself and leaned forward so the pee went shooting down the drain at the right angle.
I heard Pete laugh as I continued to pee.
I couldn’t have stopped the stream now if I wanted to; my bladder was so full!
Finally when I was done, Pete helped me stand up and doing so gave me a little bit of a head rush.
Like the good boy he is, he immediately started soaping me up and I only happily let him too.
Without a word from either of us, he soaped up my boobs and my chest.
I turned around and he soaped up my back.
He was reluctant at first to soap up my butt, but once I grabbed his own hands with mine behind me and help him rub them all over my butt and even inside my crack, he knew that I was completely fine with having him touch me everywhere.
He didn’t soap up my inner legs or my pussy and I wasn’t going to force him either even though I was ever so willing.
I soaped up my own patch of pubic hair and it reminded me that I wanted to shave it.
“Did you see a razor anywhere?” I asked Pete.
“You know, there might be one over at the sink cabinet.”
“Ah, never mind. I’ll shave later.”
“Think I should shave too?”
“Sure! Maybe we can do that together tonight or something!”
I winked as I proceeded to rinse the last of the soap off me.
Pete had already done so to himself and had let me feel the full blast of the water spray.
The shower was plenty large enough for two people, but the shower spray could really only hit one person at a time effectively.
It would be cool if this place had co-ed showers like in the locker rooms.
I realized what I had just thought and was proud of myself for being so progressive now in my thinking.
Already, I was not the same woman that had walked into this resort some thirteen hours before.
Since then, hundreds of people have seen my son and I naked, and now I was taking a shower with my son right after I gave him a morning handjob.
Was it the environment of this place doing this to me or what?
I grabbed Pete and pulled him into a strong embrace underneath the warm spray of the water.
I could feel his cock press up against my belly and I could feel it immediately start to get harder again, but I held him close and tight anyway.
“Oh, Pete! I love you so much!”
“I…I love you too mom!”
We just stood there for a few moments holding each other close and I just loved feeling his naked warm wet skin pressed close to mine.
I felt the almost overwhelming desire to just crouch back down right there and take his magnificent cock in my mouth and start sucking away, but he was actually holding me tight, evidently not wanting to stop hugging me as much as I wanted to do it in the first place.
The only thing that interrupted our loving embrace was the sound of Pete’s stomach grumbling.
“Hungry?” I looked up at him excitedly.
“I am.” He looked back at me affectionately, more like he was looking at a girlfriend than his mom and it made me instantly feel all mushy inside.
I turned off the water and Pete grabbed two towels from the cubby just outside the shower stall.
We dried off watching each other and smiling.
Now that we weren’t pressed up against each other, Pete’s erection started to slowly subside.
He went over to the HDTV monitor and turned it on.
“I thought you wanted to go eat?” I said as I hung my towel up on the shower stall door rack next to where Pete had placed his.
“I want to know how much time we have left to catch breakfast or if we’ve missed the breakfast buffet.”
I nodded and ransacked the little cabinet at the sink and found a hairbrush and a hair tie, which I promptly made use of to put my long sandy blonde hair back out of my face and into a ponytail. .
Once the TV warmed up, it displayed a welcome screen.
“Welcome, Mr. & Mrs. Robertson to Sunshine Valley!” It read. “Would you like to sign up for any special events today?”
Right below that it had a program guide that resembled something to list TV show times and the topmost option read “Sensual Shaving for Couples” and I wasn’t able to read any more because Pete had clicked on a different screen option.
“Wait! Pete! Go back to that last screen!”
Pete pressed the back button on the touch screen and I was able to read more.
“Sensual Shaving for Couples: 11:30AM-12:30PM—Plenty of openings left!”
“Pete! It’s a sign! We were just talking about shaving too!”
“You want me to sign us up for it?”
“Only if you want to honey!”
“Well, sure! I’m game!”
He then clicked on the listing and changed the reservation slot number to two and then clicked on the confirm button.
“Alright, that gives us just over an hour to find something to eat,” he said, proud of himself for figuring out their interface so easily. “Should we just head back to the lounge and take our chances?”
I shrugged and said, “May as well. That’s where any breakfast buffet would be, right?”
Pete nodded and shrugged back.
“Alright!” I said as I clapped my hands together. “Let’s go!”
“Sure, just remember G3.”
“G3?” I queried.
“That’s where we have to be at 11:30.”
“Ah, right—Sensual Shaving!” I said as Pete headed towards the door before me and I rubbed his shoulders. “Sounds like fun!”
I let go of my grip on his shoulders and gave him a playful smack on his handsome bare butt and shooed him out the door.
It was morning because I could tell how bright it was.
Why was it so bright?
I lifted my head off the pillow and I could see people walking back and forth along the patio walkway just outside the window.
Some turned to look in at us and not seeing anything exciting, continued on their way.
Why were our blinds open?
I distinctly remember them being closed and Pete was still out cold so he couldn’t have gotten up and opened them.
I eased my way out of bed so as not to disturb Pete and trotted over to the window to see about getting ourselves some privacy.
A couple of cute girls younger than me saw me and smiled and waved as they walked by.
I half-heartedly smiled and waved back, and waited until they had passed before pulling the fabric curtains closed.
Evidently they had the vertical blinds on a timer to open and close whenever they damn well felt like it.
At least there were curtains that I could control and once they were closed, the room was much darker.
Still, the light coming in from around the perimeter of the curtains was enough to see quite well by since it was so bright and sunny outside.
I was quiet enough while closing the curtains that Pete didn’t even flinch.
As I went back to the bed, I glanced over at the clock and was surprised to see that it read 9:12AM.
I had slept for more than eight hours and was plenty rested.
Pete had slept for even longer yet and was still out.
As he lightly snored, I couldn’t help but notice that there was a very pronounced bulge in the sheets right where his penis would be.
Why he had a morning boner!
I remember when Pete’s father used to get those.
Usually our schedules were too busy to make use of it, but every so often Pete’s father and I would have some great morning sex!
How could I get a private peek at that wonderful cock of his without waking him up?
Obviously, all I had to do to see it would be to wake him up and I’d be seeing it eventually anyway, but how could I see it hard and up close without him knowing about it?
He was relatively close to his side of the bed.
Maybe I could carefully lift up the covers and see it that way?
I could carefully crawl back into bed on my side and try peeking under the sheets that way?
I could just pull the covers off and completely expose him?
That would most certainly wake him up.
Well, I’ll try crawling into bed on my side and go from there.
I did have to pee, but the sound of the toilet flushing might wake him up since there wasn’t any bathroom wall in between and it was only about fifteen feet from the bed.
I didn’t have to go so badly that I couldn’t hold it.
I have a pretty strong bladder anyway.
I was much more interested in doing something naughty, and I could tell it was beginning to make me wet again because I could feel that familiar twinkle downstairs.
Slowly and meticulously, I eased my way back into bed and under the covers.
When I was certain that Pete hadn’t been disturbed, I slowly moved under the covers and got closer and closer to the source of the mysterious bed bulge.
I would have been better off doing this with the curtains open, because I could barely see anything underneath the covers.
I reached out to try to lift up the sheets a little more to let in some light when I actually bumped into his penis as he was turning over into my direction and that woke him up with a start.
He threw off the covers revealing me curled up underneath with a silly grin on my face.
“Mom! Uh, is everything okay?”
His hard penis was now exposed and just a few inches away from me.
“Oh, fine! Why do you ask?”
I smiled wide and looked up at him blinking innocently.
“What were you doing?” He asked confusedly.
“Oh, nothing! I was just investigating a lump in the bed was all” I smiled widely again.
“A lump?” Pete looked at me incredulously.
“Uh, yeah, aheh. Turns out it was your penis. Isn’t that fascinating?”
“What?” Pete was still confused. “My penis?”
“Yeah, I mean how hard it can get in the morning while you’re fast asleep! Does it do that every day?”
“Uh, not every day, no,” Pete looked down at his own hard throbbing cock that was certainly at full mast now.
Full, glorious, hard, standing at full attention and my darling Pete didn’t even try to cover it up.
If I were in the military I may have felt the urge to salute it back.
I propped up my head with one arm and continued to look at his penis as I talked to him.
“What do you do to have it go back to normal?” I asked, hoping that he’d be open with me.
“Well, um, sometimes I just have to let it die down…”
I could see some moisture ooze out the tip.
He was definitely more turned on than simply having a morning woody.
“What if it doesn’t die down and you’re not in any hurry?”
“Well…” Pete was still being hesitant.
“Do you play with it?” I looked up and grinned at him this time and he sheepishly smiled back at me, obviously nervous and confused about my interest and/or attention.
“Well, yeah, sometimes. Heh.”
I looked up at him, my eyes surely sparkling as I said excitedly, “Ooooh! Can I watch?”
“What? You mean, you mean right now?”
“Well, it is completely hard,” I said as I pointed at the drips that were forming on the tip, “and these drops here mean that you’re turned on. So why not?”
“Mom?” He said with an underlying, ‘you’re shitting me, right?’ tone to his voice.
“You know, if you want,” I paused expectantly.
He took the bait. “If I want what?” he swallowed nervously.
“I…I could always do it for you,” I offered and batted my eyelashes demurely at him.
“Uh, are you serious?” He asked, and I could hear the excitement in his voice that he was trying to stifle.
“Sure! I used to give your dad handjobs all the time!”
“Really? Wow. Okay, my mom wants to jerk me off,” he said under his breath to himself.
I just chuckled and said, “Did you see any lotion in the cabinet?”
He just pointed to the wall on the edges of the bed and said, “There are lube dispensers imbedded into the wall there and there.”
This place really has thought of everything!
“Now we’re talking! Just lay back, relax, put your arms behind your head and enjoy.”
I rolled over and used the dispenser on my side of the bed to fill my hand with a clear, odorless gel that I’m sure was all-natural and biodegradable to boot.
Pete was watching me the whole time with a concerned yet expectant look on his face.
I rubbed my hands together and said, “Just relax. I know what I’m doing. I think you’re going to like this. Actually, I know you’re going to LOVE this!”
I moved closer into position and reached out with my left hand and slowly but firmly grasped onto his enormous throbbing cock.
He shuddered and moaned at my touch and his eyes opened wide as he inhaled deeply and looked up at the ceiling briefly, and then back to me with a huge smile on his face.
I now added my right hand to the mix and first slowly went up and down on his shaft to distribute the lube all over his cock before I really started going at him.
He moaned with appreciation as I first started slow and gentle and then slowly ramped up my speed and alternated as to which hand I did the stroking with and which hand gently caressed his balls.
I mean it could have only taken me a minute of stroking before he said, “I’m…I’m almost there!”
I continued to stroke at a strong fast pace and even sped up a little when he cried out, “I’m cumming!”
He looked into my eyes when he said that and I maintained eye contact with him the whole time, only quickly checking to make sure that he was indeed coming and the cum was splashing all over his chest.
He quivered and buckled underneath my strokes as he came but looked into my face unblinking the entire time.
Oh, I was so seriously turned on by that!
“That feel good baby?” I asked as he finally rested his head back on the pillow and nodded, gasping as his orgasm subsided.
His father never looked into my eyes when he came.
The fact that Pete did just made my heart melt and my pussy feel like it was on fire!
He loved knowing that it was me doing that to him and it made his orgasm that much better because of it.
I love my son so much, and just this act alone would certainly change our mother/son relationship now forever.
I wondered what more this next week could bring!
I was simply giddy with the possibilities, and now more aroused than ever!
I looked at my cum-covered son’s chest and my own sticky, gooey hands and said, “Honey, why don’t we take a quick shower together and wash ourselves off?”
He nodded after taking a deep breath.
We both rolled ourselves out of the bed on opposite sides and he followed me into the shower stall.
"In reality, I am a heterosexual [gender] maried to a herosexual [opposite gender]." I'm sure that was a typo, but now I want to read a comic book about a herosexual. Just imagine the 1960s Batman-style sound effects! (^_~)
I write my stories in Word, so when I misspell something in my haste it stands out in red to me, therefore I often get complacent when it comes to proofreading my replies here on tumblr.
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Well I was tired, that was true, but I was also so turned on at the idea of my naked son masturbating merely a few feet away from me that I couldn’t actually fall asleep.
The sheets were a cream-colored off white and oh so soft and smooth to the touch.
They felt so good against my naked skin.
I wasn’t one to normally sleep in the nude at home, but this bed and these sheets were so comfortable, I figured that I could be an easy convert to sleeping like this all the time!
Were they Egyptian cotton?
Maybe I could ask one of the room attendants or maids if I ran into one.
I was trying to distract myself from the constant awareness that my naked and probably fully erect son was within arm’s reach of me and he was likely just waiting for signs of me being fast asleep before he started pleasuring himself.
I had chosen the side of the bed closest to the door and bath area whilst Pete was on the side closest to the couch, chairs, and the window which was covered with large vertical blinds.
I had rolled onto my left side, with my back now to Pete.
I began breathing deeply and rhythmically to imply that I just might be asleep and after maybe two more minutes, I could feel the covers be adjusted, likely exposing himself to the night air, and pretty soon I began to feel the bed shake a little and I could hear little pops and smacks that sounded juicy in nature.
I couldn’t tell if he was using lube of some kind or if he was just naturally juicy, but I was certain that he was indeed jerking off right next to me!
Still maintaining my deep breathing, I ever so slowly moved my left hand down to between my legs and found that I was wetter than I had ever expected to be!
I was so turned on, it was driving me crazy!
Sensing that I wasn’t being disturbed by his noises or actions, Pete picked up the pace and I could hear his breathing pick up.
I started pulling some of the wetness from my pussy up to my clit and started rubbing myself to the same rhythm of Pete’s motions so as not to give myself away.
Oh, how I wished I could spread my legs and really go at myself, but this would have to do for the time being.
Just a few moments later, I could hear Pete moan very softly and I could hear the squish of moisture increase suddenly.
Was he cumming?
Oh, I don’t know about him, but that was enough to give me a small orgasm which I carefully stifled and made it look like I was only adjusting my position while staying asleep, all the while having a wonderful little orgasm all to myself.
What would he have thought if he knew that we had just masturbated together?
It was so sexy!
I felt so naughty and dirty for doing it too, but that naughtiness was completely overpowered by just how good it felt!
Damn it! I was his mother! Mothers aren’t supposed to feel such things for their sons now, are they?
I’d heard of oedipal complexes, but what do you call the reverse, where a mother sexually lusts after her adult son?
Would I be feeling the same way if I still had a husband?
Would I be feeling the same way if I hadn’t seen what a big beautiful cock my son has?
I contemplated my situation for a while when I heard the deep breathing and light snoring coming from Pete’s side of the bed.
Yep, that squish I heard would have definitely been him cumming.
I was so wrapped up in hiding my own orgasm that I was oblivious to him cleaning up himself or whatever he did afterwards.
For all I knew, he had sprayed it all over the bed or himself and just left it to dry, but Pete wasn’t like that. He would have cleaned up.
Maybe he grabbed a small towel or a handful of tissues or whatever.
I was still turned on too!
Well, I figured that since he was definitely asleep, I might just be able to please myself a little more then before I fell asleep myself!
I slowly turned over and even though there weren’t any lights on in the room, the small amounts of ambient light coming in from the perimeter of the window blinds were more than enough to see by now that my eyes had adjusted to the low light level.
I glanced over to Pete.
He was lying on his back, and I could make out a small bulge in the covers where his penis would be.
He was noticeably snoring now himself lightly, and if he was faking it himself, he was doing an Oscar-worthy performance.
I figured that I was safe enough to pleasure myself now without fear of being caught.
He was always a relatively sound sleeper anyway.
I was fairly warm myself, so I slowly pulled back the covers of the bed so that my pussy could feel the night air now herself.
I was still ever so wet!
When I masturbate, I like to use both hands.
I usually alternate between one hand massaging my clit while the other one rubs up and down against my labia and occasionally sticking a finger or two into my pussy and spreading my own wetness around.
It had probably been over a week since I last masturbated and that would have been with my massager at home.
I couldn’t remember the last time I was this wet, if ever!
I was so juicy that my pussy was making light smacking sounds with almost every move I made.
Pete was still out cold, but I was imagining every possible thing that a man and a woman could do with each other, but only this time, that man in my fantasy was my son Peter.
I soon brought myself to such a powerful, rousing climax that I had to turn my head and bite into the pillow for fear of crying out and waking up my sexy Pete.
I shuddered and gasped into the pillow as I couldn’t stop giving myself one long powerful orgasm.
If he woke up now, there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
It took a few minutes for me to come down from that powerful come of mine and I then looked over to see if Pete had woken up, but he was out cold and facing the other way now.
I could still hear him snoring lightly.
Whew! Not only did I not wake him up, that felt fantastic!
Thank you Peter!
I felt so happy with just a slight twinge of guilt and remorse knowing that it was the thought of incest with my son that had gotten me so worked up.
I wonder if he had possibly thought about me while he was masturbating?
I was feeling a little tingly again down there just thinking about the possibility of it.
I suppose the possibility was there. I saw him start to get hard when I’d rubbed up against him with my boob.
I thought of ways to broach the subject with him the next day and before I knew it I was fast asleep myself.
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We zig-zagged back to where the locker rooms were and found the H corridor, which was evidently short for Heavenly because we realized that we would have been quicker looping in from the other end of the corridor that was closer to the dining lounge area and didn’t make the H connection at the time.
For instance, Ruth’s corridor L was short for Leisure.
Pete had to use the terminal near the locker rooms to find that out when we were confused about where our room was, so he brought up a map of the whole facility.
This place is huge!
The rooms are on two levels and most of the rest of the resort as to buildings are all interconnected in a large horseshoe shape surrounding the central pool and Water Fun Zone as they have it.
There’s also a small lake on the property along with hiking trails, bike trails (nude biking?), and large open grassy areas for various activities.
They have a small medical facility on site and who knows what else.
I stopped looking at the map once Pete has determined where exactly our room was.
Naked people were walking up and down the hallway and a late-arriving nervous couple kept peeking out of their locker rooms to make sure the coast was clear.
I thought about offering the nervous young woman some advice, but I was just too tired to be that considerate at that time.
I feel kind of guilty now for not being friendlier to her considering what a huge impact Ruth made on helping Pete and I.
By the time we were wrapping up looking at the map, the corridor had cleared save for Pete and I and the young couple had ventured out covering themselves up with their hands.
It looked like they were waiting to use the terminal.
Pete looked over at them and smiled, seeing them whispering to one another.
They had to have been in their mid-twenties and evidently first timers here like we were.
They looked like they’d been mugged and had everything stolen from them by the way they were acting.
Even though it had only been a couple of hours now since we’d been here, Pete and I were pretty nonchalant about our own nudity considering at least a hundred people or so had seen us naked already.
“First timers?” Pete offered to the blushing couple.
“Uh yeah,” they nodded sheepishly, “We didn’t know that we couldn’t bring any clothes into the facility at all.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Pete smiled and winked at me. “We didn’t even know this was a nudist resort when we first got here and look at us now!”
The couple chuckled appreciatively, not realizing that Pete was actually telling the truth.
We were about to walk away when Pete said to them, “Oh, in case you didn’t know, if you take a shower in the locker room, they’ll let you leave wearing a towel.”
The girl’s expression brightened up considerably and said, “Really? Oh that’s really good news. Mark, I’ll be right back.”
She then darted back into the girl’s locker room.
“Oh thank you, you’re a lifesaver!” Mark said as he turned and darted into the men’s locker room.
Pete just laughed and said quietly to me, “Noobs!”
“That was us an hour and a half ago, you know,” I reminded him as we headed down the Heavenly corridor.
“That’s why I’m chuckling,” he replied.
Before we knew it, we were at our door and Pete triggered the lock with his thumbprint.
Our room was beautiful!
It looked just that much bigger because there were no closets, just a few shelves with extra linens, blankets and pillows.
The bathroom was completely open to the room.
There was a giant tub that could easily fit four adults built into the tile between the huge bed and the sink that was built into the wall. Right next to the sink was a recessed stall shower that was big enough for two people and next to that was the toilet, in full view of the entire room.
Pete and I will be watching each other use the toilet for our entire stay.
Then the realization of something else just struck me.
Pete and I would be sleeping naked in the same bed.
I don’t know why it hadn’t occurred to me before.
I was just so used to default hotel setups where rooms typically had two beds and you actually had to request a single king bed if you wanted something different.
I should have known that the photo of the beautiful suite with the huge bed meant that it was the standard room setup for this place, but then I didn’t make the connection that it was a nudist resort either.
“Okay, okay,” Pete said as he swung his arms back and forth. “So will we be sharing the bed or will I be sleeping on the couch?”
There was indeed a couch over by the blind-covered window and it was surrounded by two chairs and a card table.
“Maybe it makes into a bed?” I offered.
Pete went over to check and tried pulling off the central vinyl cushion to no avail.
It was obviously made to sit on and clean easily and wasn’t intended for sleeping on.
“Uh, no.” Pete said as he replaced the decorative pillows.
“Then we share the bed,” I shrugged.
Pete just nodded and shrugged back.
“Well, I am exhausted and I wish we had our stuff,” I said as I pulled back the covers on the bed. “I can’t stand the thought of going to bed without brushing my teeth.”
Pete was over at the sink to wash his hands, which I’m sure were still sticky from the messy food he ate for dinner.
“Oh hey,” he said as if he found something important, “there’s a little cabinet over here filled with disposable toothbrushes, a few different kinds of toothpaste, mouthwash, and even dental floss!”
I was next to him within seconds, only needing to circumnavigate the intervening tub.
“Hallelujah!” I said as I began pulling out the much needed implements to maintain my own proper dental hygiene.
I bumped into him in my haste and my left boob rubbed up against his arm.
I didn’t think much of it until out of my peripheral vision, I could see his penis start to get hard as he brushed his teeth next to me.
I acted like I didn’t see anything but was more than a little curious.
When it came time for me to rinse and spit, I intentionally rubbed against him again in order to bend over and spit in the sink, and sure enough, his cock started to thicken up even faster.
It was pretty mean of me, but for some reason it delighted me anyway.
Pete tried his best to stand in a way so it wouldn’t be so obvious, but I could see it perfectly well in the mirror in any case and smirked as I flossed my teeth.
“I have no control over it,” he said exasperatedly.
“What? Your penis?” I smiled and flossed, curiously giddy at the same time.
“What’s the problem? It looks great to me!”
“I, uh, can’t stop it from getting hard whenever it wants to.”
“Do you have a problem knocking into things with it or something?” I joked, knowing full well that he was uncomfortable with getting aroused by or around me so easily.
He laughed and said, “No, it’s just that I know it’ll get hard at the drop of a hat. There aren’t exactly any private places for me to go and well…”
“Uh…yeah, something like that.” He was obviously more embarrassed at revealing that to me than he was when he got the spotlight on him at the Randy Andy show.
“Tell you what, I am so exhausted, I just know I’ll be out cold once my head hits the pillow.”
He wasn’t catching my drift.
“Well, once I’m asleep, feel free to masturbate to your heart’s content. As long as you aren’t too loud or spray it all over me, I’ll be off in dreamland.”
“Oh, uh, okay then!”
“Goodnight sweetie,” I said as I kissed him on the cheek.
I thought about also kissing his penis good night as well and it gave me a little twinkle of naughty glee just thinking about it.
A follow-up question about your pubic shaving. Which of you did it first? Did the first one have to persuade the second?
We’ve both been shaving for a very long time, a good ten years now at least. I think I may have been first and gave some pointers to my significant other. Still to this day, I shave more often down there than he/she does.
I think it looks and feels better for both genders.
I was 14 and she was 12. What I knew about sex was making out with the girls, maybe getting to feel their breasts, stuff like that. I did read a lot of porn, but never really got too far….girls weren’t like they are now. She was upset that the other girls were teasing her because she didn’t know about sex. I asked her if she wanted me to show her. To my surprise she nodded yes.
I thought if I did this right, made it all about her pleasure, this could be real good for me later. I decided to try to seduce her just like I would an older girl.
I started by kissing her ear, licking it, sucking the earlobe. I kissed her cheek and then started kissing her right on her lips, not the way brothers and sisters normally kiss. She seemed to enjoy it. I then opened my mouth and slid my tongue in and started to swirl it around hers. At first she seemed surprised, but quickly started returning the kiss. Then I slowly moved down to her neck, kissing and licking as I went. she shivered a little. I told her if she wanted me to stop, just say so. We were alone in the house, our parents were out to their usual Friday night dinner….they really only wanted to drink. My sister was in her PJs, i was still dressed.
I continued to kiss my way down her neck to the front of her chest, unbuttoning her top two buttons and gently pulled her top open. What I saw took my breath away…..two breasts just starting to grow and topped with two nice puffy nipples. My cock was rock hard and starting to leak fluid.
I unbuttoned two more buttons and pulled her top open enough to start to lightly kiss circles around one breast, than the other. Her breathing started to get a little faster. When i could hold back no longer, I started to gently lick across her nipple. She caught her breath as I continued to lick it, then gently sucked it into my mouth. She let out a slight moan. I then did the same thing with her other nipple. She seemed to really be enjoying it. This was going well so far. I asked her if she wanted me to stop. She shook her head and put her hands on my head and pulled my face closer to her her chest. I continued to suck one than the other breast being careful not to be too rough. My underware was feeling really wet by now.
I decided to take the next step. I gently lowered her down so she was laying on the sofa, with me beside her. I started to stroke her inner thighs through her pajama bottoms. I gently started to open her thighs just slightly, she didn’t resist. I moved up and removed her top completely, then started slowly kissing and licking my way down from her breasts, at the same time tracing and easing my finger under the waistband of her bottoms. I decided to make a bold move…..I whispered to her to lift up her butt so I could slip off her pajama bottoms. She didn’t hesitate, and in a few seconds her bottoms were off and she was laying next to me in only her yellow panties. Now I was the one that was breathing heavy. I continued to move my mouth down her belly, licking and kissing as I went. At the same time, I was moving my fingers down further into her panties. I looked down at one point and couldn’t believe what I saw…..a wet spot in the crotch of her panties about the size of a quarter. I was doing this to my 12 year old sister, and I was loving it, and so was she!
After seeing that, I again asked her to lift her butt, and I slowly removed her panties and tossed them aside. What I saw almost made me cum in my pants. There on her virgin, preteen pussy were about 5 or 6 pubic hairs, about an inch long. She was just starting into puberty. I continued to kiss and lick my way down and when I arrived at her pussy, started to kiss it all over. Not being able to contain myself any longer, I slid out my tongue and started to lick her. She let out a moan and started to shiver a little. I never saw a girl cum before, so i wasn’t sure if she did, but if she didn’t, she must have been close. I was in an awkward position on the sofa, so I quickly got up and got between her legs. I didn’t have to ask her, she just spread them and grinned at me as if to say “I’m yours”. I started to lick up and down her inner thighs, stopping to lick and suck on her pussy. I continued up one thigh, stop at her pussy, then down the other thigh for several minutes. The next time I got to her pussy, I stayed there and concentrated on it. I licked one lip, then the other, back and forth. Then I started to stiffen my tongue and slide it into her pussy. She started moaning a lot. I wasn’t sure if girls that young had a clit yet, so I decided to look for it. I spread her lips apart at the top of her pussy and began licking. I felt this really little bump. I concentrated on licking and sucking it. My sister started to shiver. I sucked on it some more, she moaned ant pulled my face into her pussy more. She smelled so sweet, tasted so sweet. I continued this for a couple more minutes. She seemed to gasp, shiver and moan, then relax a little bit, then start the cycle again…..gasp, shiver, moan, relax.
When she had calmed down, I asked her if she liked it. She said it felt so good she didn’t know how to describe it. She thanked me for teaching her and asked if I would show her more. I told her that I would not only teach her more about her pleasure, but how to give me pleasure. Her eyes lit up and she said “I can’t wait until next Friday night!”
Our parents came home soon after we finished, we were both in bed, but not asleep….I was masturbating my brains out. Not sure what she was doing, I can only imagine. END
I took it one step at a time with her, and it really worked out well. If you want to hear about other experiences we had, I’ll be glad to tell you.
Well I am certainly turned on now!
Thank you so much for sharing this!
Please, any more that you have I’ll be happy to share with everyone here!
Great blog, keep u the good work. Incest really turns me on. I had a 3 year thing going with my sister long ago…..it started when i was 14 and she was 12. We experimented a lot and learned together….it was soooo exciting. I wrote about a few of our experiences, now I want to write more.
If you have any stories about your relationship, I’d be happy to post them here!