Weekend Resort (Taboo Erotica) Read online

  Weekend Resort

  By

  Anya Merchant

  Copyright © 2014 by Anya Merchant

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.

  CHAPTER 1

  The woman slowly brought her face in closer to Tim’s cock. He knew that he was dreaming, and it was the same dream that had been a reoccurring feature of his life for the past several months. He knew what came next, but that didn’t make it any less pleasurable and intensely arousing when the woman slowly brought her lips up to the head of his cock and gave it a closed lipped, almost chaste, kiss.

  She smiled at him, and then said something that he couldn’t make out. Her face was impossible for Tim to discern any of the details of, but somehow, he was fully convinced that she was the most attractive woman, by far, that he had ever seen before.

  He watched as she lowered her head deeper into his crotch and then began to kiss his cock more, up from the very base of his shaft to the tip. She rubbed one of her soft and warm hands up the length of it, and then slowly brought his member into her moist, hot mouth.

  Tim let out a groan, and felt pleasure overtake him in a way that was more intense than anything he had ever experienced before. The woman was licking, sucking, and slurping like a pro, and as he stared down at her face in a fog of ecstasy, he realized with a shock that it was…

  “Wake up, honey!”

  Tim opened his eyes, feeling his erection ache with a need to cum that seemed to take priority over everything else. He had slept in his boxers, but somehow his cock had come free and slipped out through the flap in the middle of the night, and was now poking up jauntily, tenting his sheets in an almost comical manner.

  He wished more than anything that he could go back to sleep, and as he felt a hand begin to rub his thigh, he thought for a second that he might already be. His eyes were still open, though, staring at the ceiling, and as he turned and looked up towards the end of his bed, he saw his step mom, Deborah, sitting there smiling at him.

  Deborah had entered Tim and his father’s lives after the death of his biological mom shortly after his birth. She was the only mother he had ever known, and had been there to guide him all throughout his life with care and love. Deborah was in her mid-thirties, and even looked a little like Tim, which made her an incredibly natural fit as a parent.

  “Mom…” said Tim. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and tried to focus on her. “What are you doing in my room?”

  Deborah seemed to have only just woken up, as well. She was wearing a thin nightie that hung tightly against her petite frame, showing off her large breasts and nipples, and even giving him a glimpse of her perfect hips and luscious legs. Tim felt his cheeks redden slightly as he looked at her.

  It was something he was used to, and hated. Deborah was his mom, but Tim had always found her to be dangerously attractive, like some kind of forbidden sex goddess. Whether it was due to them not being blood related, or his own perversions, he had no idea. All that he did know was that it made him incredibly uncomfortable and ashamed to think about her in such an illicit context, though often he couldn’t stop himself.

  “I’m sorry sweetie, I just couldn’t wait to tell you,” she said. “I figured you could use some good news after your exams, even if it meant waking you up early on a Saturday morning.”

  Tim was a senior in high school, and for the past few weeks, he had been busy taking some of the most serious and draining exams of his entire academic career. All of his free time had gone to studying, and he had lost out on being able to take time to himself, a fact that had left him frustrated in more ways than one.

  “Good news? What do you mean?”

  Deborah was beaming at him, and rubbed her hand further along his thigh. Tim found himself wishing that she wouldn’t, and conflictingly, wishing that her hand would continue along, all the way up to his crotch. His cock was primed from his almost realized wet dream, and he felt like the slightest touch of her fingers might be enough for him to lose it.

  “Remember that new resort that’s opening up outside of town? I entered a contest for it a while back…” Deborah brushed a strand of hair out of her face, seeming immaculately pleased with herself.

  “Yeah, I remember,” said Tim. “I thought you said you lost though.”

  “I did. But somebody else dropped out, and they decided to redraw a name, and mine came up!” Deborah rubbed his thigh more excitedly, and Tim had to stifle a moan, feeling almost at the point of wanting to grab his own cock and finish right then and there.

  “That’s great, mom,” he said. “When is it for?”

  “It’s for today, sweetie, and I have two tickets…”

  Tim understood what she was getting at immediately. His father had been out of town for a business trip that weekend. If his mom had two tickets to the resort, the only way to take full advantage of them and not let one go to waste would be…

  “Are you serious, mom?” he asked. “Can’t you get one of your female friends to go with you?”

  “It’s a couples retreat, sweetie,” she said. “It would be weird…”

  “And going with your son is less strange?”

  “Oh please, don’t be like that,” said Deborah. “I just want you to be my date for the weekend, it’ll be fun. Don’t you want to be mommy’s date for the weekend, sweetie?”

  Tim did, he really, really did. But to actually say it out loud would be for him to give too much ground to the crazy, disgusting fantasies that he already had to work overtime to keep contained, even though it was clear to him that his mom meant it in a platonic sense.

  “I mean…I guess,” he finally said. “When do we leave?”

  “As soon as you can get your stuff packed!” Deborah jumped further onto Tim’s bed and wrapped him into a hug, straddling him in the process. “Thank you sweetie, this means the world to me!”

  “Oh, mom, jeez!” He focused on his breathing, and did everything he could to get his mind off the fact that his cock had nestled itself against his mom’s soft folds. Tim realized, a little shockingly, that she wasn’t wearing any panties. The only thing keeping him from burying his hard rod into his mom’s cunt was a very thin, almost insubstantial sheet.

  “I’m going to go get changed, sweetie,” said Deborah. “And I’ll make us breakfast to take on the road. Hurry! Be as quick as you can. If you’re going to come I’m going to need you to come quick!”

  “Oh yeah mom, I will,” replied Tim.

  He couldn’t resist grinding his hips forward, teasing his cock in a way that was far too dangerous for the situation. His mom’s breasts were pushed against his chest, and they were so soft and heavenly that Tim almost did feel as though he was still asleep.

  Finally, Deborah moved off her son, and skipped out of the room girlishly. Tim took a minute to let his dick soften out and relax, but it didn’t seem to want to happen. Finally, he gave up, and started packing. He found himself looking forward to the trip and dreading what might happen at the same time. Either way, it was sure to be an interesting experience.

  CHAPTER 2

  After packing all of their stuff for the weekend into the back of the family minivan, Tim and his mom set off for the resort. It was across town, about a half hour drive from their suburban neighborhood, and Tim did his best to keep his mind in safe places for the duration.

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sp; “So I hear that they have massage services,” said Deborah. “And a sauna! This is going to be amazing, Tim. I’m glad that you were able to come with me.”

  “No problem mom, thanks for inviting me.”

  Deborah reached her hand over and tousled her son’s hair. Tim smiled back at her, but his mind was filled with thoughts less pure. Deborah was wearing a low cut blouse, and every bump that the van went over made her breasts bounce and jiggle in a way that was incredibly compelling to Tim’s lower half.

  They pulled up the driveway into the parking lot of the resort, and Tim was a little taken aback by the size of the place. It looked regal, a place expensive enough to be slightly intimidating. There were only four or five cars parked outside, which seemed like an insignificant number compared to how many open spaces there were.

  His mom parked the car, and Tim climbed out and pulled his bag out of the backseat. Deborah was humming a tune happily, and he recognized it as one that he’d heard many times over the course of his childhood.

  “Sweetie, I mentioned this before, but remember, the contest was for one couple’s pass to the resort for the preopening weekend.” Deborah’s voice was serious, and a little embarrassed. Tim felt the same way, and he looked at his mom as though to plead to her for another option.

  “Are you…are you saying that we have to pretend to be…a couple?” he asked her, having to all but force the words out.

  “Oh, relax, it won’t be that hard,” replied Deborah. “You’ve met my friend Karen before, right?”

  Karen was one Deborah’s recently divorced friends, and next to his mom, she was probably the most attractive older woman in the neighborhood.

  “Yeah, what about it?”

  “She’s dating a young man in college, almost the same age as her son,” said Deborah. “The things she’s told me about him, sweetie I love your father, but it makes my mind run wild with naughty ideas…”

  As Deborah spoke, she stepped closer to her son and linked her arm around his. Tim felt his cock stirring in his pants. The two of them walked in through the front door, arm in arm, and then Tim saw something that only seemed to add to his excitement and horniness.

  “Hello! Welcome to Meadow View Resort!”

  The woman behind the front desk was young, about Tim’s age, and strikingly attractive. Her breasts were small, and other than her petite frame, everything about her was the complete opposite of his mom.

  “Hello, I’m the replacement contest winner,” said Deborah. She handed a small slip to the woman, who took it and spread it out on the front counter.

  “Great! This is a couples retreat, are the two of you…?”

  Instead of answering with words, Deborah leaned over to Tim and pushed her lips against his. He felt himself instantly becoming electrified with arousal. It was hard for him to stay calm, especially as his mom pushed her tongue into his mouth and rubbed his package with one of her hands, an action which happened out of the view of the front desk woman, but was still apparently necessary in her mind.

  “Oh, okay,” said the woman. “Sorry, I just thought you might be….he’s really young.

  The woman was blushing, and Tim felt like he had to save her from her embarrassment.

  “She’s divorced, we met on OkCupid,” he said. “It’s really just, uh, for fun for the two of us.”

  His words seemed to have the opposite effect of what he had intended. The woman quickly grabbed a couple of things from behind the counter and handed them to Deborah.

  “Okay, here’s a room keycard for each of you, a schedule of events, and a map of the facility,” she said. “The busboys are not currently in house, but I can carry your bags up, if you want?”

  “That won’t be necessary,” said Deborah. “Thank you.”

  She rubbed one of her hands on Tim’s chest and leaned her head on his shoulder. He felt as though one of his dirtiest fantasies was slowly but surely becoming a reality, and couldn’t decide whether to feel elated or sick to his stomach.

  The two of them took the elevator up to the fourth floor, and then walked down the hall to find their room. Tim unlocked the door and then got his first look at it.

  Unlike a lot of hotels he had been in, the entire unit seemed designed around sensuality. There were the usual amenities, a nice flat screen TV, a mini fridge, a mini bar, but also a couple of things that he had never seen before, such as a bed with a mirror above it and massage oil on the side table.

  “This is going to be so much fun sweetie!” said Deborah. She turned and looked at her son, and saw the concern on his face. “Honey, I’m sorry I had to be so forward like that, I just wanted it to seem believable. You understand, right?”

  She stepped towards Tim and set her hand on his shoulder. His mom was so close, and his cock felt so ready. It took all of his willpower to keep from pushing her down on the bed and ravaging her. The fact that the idea had even popped into his head made him feel ashamed and angry at himself.

  “Yeah, of course mom,” he replied. “It’s fine.”

  “Great! I’m going to take a quick shower. I was in too much of a rush this morning to get a chance to.”

  Deborah turned away from him, and stepped into the bathroom. Tim lied down on the bed, and tried to force himself to breathe, and relax, and shift into a safer mode than the one his body seemed to be in. Instead, he noticed something that did the complete opposite of that.

  Another mirror had been set up in the corner of the room, and it offered an unobstructed view of the inside of the bathroom. His mom hadn’t bothered to close the door and was stripping out of her clothes. Tim felt his eyes locking onto her figure and his heart rate beginning to speed up. It was too hot for him to look away, though he knew that he was supposed to.

  Deborah was totally oblivious to what was going on, and continued humming the same song that she had been before as she brought her blouse up and over her head. It was too much for Tim, and he felt as though a demon had possessed his hand as he unzipped his pants and slid out his hard cock, stroking it slowly as his mother continued to undress.

  She brought her pants down next, slowly wiggling out of the tight fabric in a way that was incredibly tantalizing for him to watch. He was pumping his cock faster now, and felt a strange sensation building inside his chest.

  Before going any further, Deborah stood in front of the bathroom mirror and played with her bra clad breasts for a moment, pushing them up and examining them as though trying to figure something out. Pre cum was dripping out of Tim’s cock, and all of the sudden, his dream from that morning popped back into his head.

  It was her. It had always been her. His mom had been the one slowly and tenderly sucking his cock in that dream, and he had loved every second of it each time. Tim felt his cock beginning to heat up, almost as though it was inside his mom’s wet mouth, just like in the dream.

  There was so much guilt inside of him that seemed to only intensify at the realization, but he did his best to keep it subdued. There was only one thing that he wanted in that moment, and as he watched his mom slowly reaching behind herself to unhook her bra, unknowingly putting on a sickeningly arousing show for her son. Tim felt himself unable to hold out any longer.

  He moaned as his cock began to shoot out streams of cum. It felt so amazing, and the pleasure only made his guilt and shame more real. Deborah seemed to be alerted to the noise he was making, and he only managed to cover up his cock with a sheet just moments before she walked back out into the living room.

  “Oh wow, I thought I closed this,” she said. “Sorry honey!”

  “It’s fine mom!” he replied.

  Deborah walked back into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, leaving Tim alone with his softening cock and confusion.

  CHAPTER 3

  After Deborah had taken her shower, Tim felt like he needed some space. He’d crossed a line and done something that he was ashamed of, and just looking at his mom made him feel guilty, and disgusting. She was a little confused
at his insistence that they spend the day apart, but relented.

  Tim spent most of the day seeing the sights at the resort, wandering from one place to another with no real direction. There was more to do than Tim could have imagined, with a pool, racquet ball courts, a nature area behind the building, and a number of other attractions.

  He ended up spending the afternoon swimming, and then made his way up to the roof, which he discovered to be outfitted with a tiny bar and café. The woman manning the counter was the same woman who had checked him and his mom in before.

  “Hey there,” he said as he sat down at one of the bar stools. “I never got your name before. I’m Tim.”

  “I’m Stacy, it’s nice to meet you.” She was cleaning a glass, but took the time to set it down and offer him a smile. “What can I get for you Tim?”

  “Is there any way I can get a gin and tonic?” Tim was only 18, under the legal drinking age, but he was surprised when Stacy nodded and immediately set about mixing him up a drink. She slid it down to him and he immediately brought it to his mouth and took a sip.

  “You look a little disgruntled,” said Stacy. “Did something happen, maybe with you and your older female friend?”

  Tim nodded, and took another sip. It was strong, and just what he needed.

  “I uh, I just felt a little weird about it, I guess.”

  “That’s understandable.” Stacy crossed her arms and leaned against the wall behind the bar counter. “If I were you, I would take her into the sauna. There is something mystical about that place, and on top of being incredibly relaxing, I’m convinced it can cleanse people, their physical body and their emotions.”

  “That’s…actually a really good idea,” said Tim. He chugged down the rest of his drink and set it on the counter. It was the late afternoon, and he would have to head back soon anyway. He decided to take Stacy’s idea and run with it.

  “Anytime, sailor,” she said. “I’m sure your ‘girlfriend’ will appreciate my advice too.”