The resort was only a few years old and very elegant with a large lobby adjacent to the dining area. It was built in a semi-circle around the large outside heated pool facing the Pacific Ocean. We would be on the seventh floor facing northwest with a terrific view from the individual room balconies. Samantha was sitting in one of the oversized chairs reading with her legs crossed and spied us when we came into the lobby.
“Alicia, sweetheart, Hiiieee. I made it.”, She chirped giving Alicia a kiss and a hug.
She was in her 40’s, just a few years older than Aunt Carol. She was wearing a navy and white polka dot dress with a loose pleated skirt that fell about six inches above her knees when she stood. She was almost the same height in her navy and white high heels as Alicia at 5’8 but while Alicia was blond and fair she had auburn short hair that was flipped under and skin that was darker from her makeup.
She was pretty with a slight overbite that made her lips seem to be slightly parted at all times. She wasn’t a size 6 but she carried her fuller figure nicely and I noticed she was wearing Chanel which I found very… elegant. I greeted her with a friendly kiss which I tried to sustain to enjoy her fragrance but she eased away, a bit embarrassed.
“Well, I guess you two have been having quite a time. First, getting to be together at your Aunt’s and now this Mexican holiday. Alicia, I hope you’re using protection. You can’t be too careful at your age.”
She was doing her mom bit to a tee as we walked over to the dining area. It was just after six thirty. The dining room was busy but not crowded. Most of the guests were young or middle-aged couples and some seniors. There were no children anywhere which was not unexpected, this was billed as an adult resort.
I listened as Alicia and Samantha danced around the truth of what Alicia was involved in. I finally broke into the chitchat as the waitress took our drink order and left.
“Did Aunt Carol explain to you the kind of video that Alicia is making? These are kind of… adult… you know.”
“Well, she was just so wonderful on the phone about the whole business and the amount of money that Alicia could make. She did mention that there might be some occasional nudity but, you know, even the big stars are doing things like that. Its not such a terrible thing anymore”.
Seated beside us within earshot was a senior couple all very dressed up, he in a suit and she in a print evening dress and diamond earrings. He was probably a CEO of some big corporation on holiday. I noticed the woman was glancing our way as she heard bits and pieces and scowling her indignation at such talk.
“Mom, its a little more… personal than that… I mean… well, Chris, what do I mean?”
“Ah… Samantha it’s that instead of just… play acting, you know. Well, it’s more realistic and visu… there’s not much left to the imagination… ahhh.”
Samantha looked directly into my eyes with a sudden expression of recognition that pierced the bullshit like a bullet.
“I assume you mean like fucking and sucking. Is that what they have you do, Alicia, fuck and suck?”
The woman beside us uttered an audible gasp and glared our way as Samantha’s words carried beyond our table and silenced a section of the busy room.
“So… You know… Everything. My Aunt told you about Alicia and her and me and… videos.”
“When your aunt first called and we got talking, I don’t know, it rekindled something in me. Our little sex show in front of the fraternity boys was one of the most exciting things I’d ever done in my life. I was so free when I was young but… it all changed with marriage and a child, or at least I thought. Your Aunt got me thinking about it all over and I realized how much I’d missed by… being safe. I just… I just wanted Alicia to know… how it really felt to be that wild and outrageous… beyond shame.”
She looked down at the table and then up at Alicia’s gray-blue eyes, so like her own and continued,
“I knew you were more like me than I had imagined from the time you were barely 13. When you found me drunk and got me ready for bed that time on our wedding anniversary, I was only partly asleep. I’d had a lot of wine but not so much that I didn’t remember you undressing me, and then… touching me on my breasts. I never spoke to you about it because I was… I was too ashamed of myself. I could have stopped you Alicia, darling, but I didn’t because, maybe it was the wine… I don’t know but… I was aroused by it, very much. I was hoping you would take off the little G-string panties I had on and… Touch me there like you were touching yourself. God, with my own daughter.
It was so sick that I was afraid to look at you the next day. All that emotion came out as anger when I spanked you so hard. I’m so sorry for that darling, I know you never understood what I was feeling. I’ve never told anyone this until now, not even your father who would have left me if he’d known I’m sure.”
The waitress had returned with our drink order. She was a very leggy redhead wearing a too short pleated black skirt with no hose and stiletto heeled pumps.
“Let’s see. The carafe of house red for the ladies and for the gentleman the grande pina colade, no rum. Kind of a waste of time isn’t it?” She mused as her eyes shot a glance to my crotch undetected by either Alicia or Samantha.
“I just had a taste for the pineapple juice, you know.”, I returned looking at the inside of her silky white thigh just below her ridiculous skirt.
She dropped her pen from the pocket of her white starched blouse that was open to expose an ample bit of cleavage. I knew just what she was going to do next and both Alicia and her mom were distracted as they poured out the wine they had ordered. My only concern was the scowling matron at the next table who was looking directly at me.
As I returned her eye contact our waitress bent forward keeping her knees nearly locked to pick up her trusty pen. Her skirt lifted in back giving me a glorious flash of her natural red fur piece framed by her white thighs and lower buttocks.
I slid my hand inconspicuously up the inside of her smooth inner thigh and stuck my extended thumb directly up into her waiting snatch. Her thighs clenched a moment until I withdrew my moist prize. Without comment, she straightened up and continued on her way, so much the happier I suspected.
Locking eyes with the now flustered matron I held my thumb under my nose and inhaled the fresh, distinct scent of the waitresses’ womanhood then sucked it clean and smiled. Utterly appalled, she threw her napkin onto her plate and demanded that her husband and she leave that instant in a real snit. I rejoined the conversation between Samantha and Alicia.
“When you… started to really become a woman… and were so beautiful and fresh and young I… envied you, and hated you, and… oh god… and… wanted to… hold you… so bad. Do you remember all the chats we had… while you were in the bathtub. I’d always come in and talk with you about woman things and such.”
“I kind of enjoyed it with you there and me nude in the tub. It felt like we were real close and I could be myself with you like best friends. Did it… turn you on to see me… like that?”
“I would plan my whole day around those moments. It was like a dream for me but I had to pretend it was just fun and harmless. All these years.”
“Mom, this isn’t supposed to sound strange and I don’t want you to… when I was with Chris’ Aunt Carol I… we got into pretending when we were really heavy into our love making and I… was calling her… Mom… as we were like doing it. It felt so incredibly perverse and exciting and I got off on it really hard. This is really heavy but… god, I can’t say it… I think we should… really try… I mean.”
Alicia and Samantha were syllables away from transgressing the most powerful of social taboos. Nothing Samantha had fantasized about would be equal to the actual consummation of such a shocking and unimaginable violation of decency and morality. If it was not done correctly with both of them fully prepared for the act it could destroy their real relationship for the rest of their lives.
I knew Alicia had learned well from her experience with my aunt and performing on the video but I still doubted Samantha’s resolve. She would need to be brought to her daughter in such an aroused, irrational state that the consummation of incest would be inevitable and profoundly pleasurable for both of them. She needed a crash course in letting go.
I spoke to both Alicia and Samantha of my concerns and from Samantha’s expression I knew I was right. Then, I described what I believed was needed as I spoke directly to Samantha,
“Your fantasies are all well and good but until you’ve put aside all your deepest reflexes of decency and morality you won’t be able to cross over from fantasy to actual experience. The inhibitions are there even if you don’t think they are. They’ll interfere and the result will be humiliation and frustration rather than… joy.
Alicia, I need to be with your mom for about an hour, alone. If you like you can sit out by the pool and I’ll call you when I think its time for you to join us. Is that ok?”
She rose slowly from her seat and went to her mom’s side. Samantha was still looking down at her plate uncertain of what she was going to do. Alicia took her mother’s hand from the table and brushed it across her breasts before touching it to her lips.
“I’ll be there, mom, no matter how you feel. I love you in so many ways already. This will be just… one more.”
She turned and disappeared out the large glass doors that led to the pool. There was still a good two hours of summer light and a gentle breeze was blowing in from the ocean.
******
“I want to play a childish game with you Samantha but if you agree to play it will be one of the most difficult games you’ve ever attempted. Its Simon Says and I’m Simon. Simon will never tell you to do anything that is harmful or illegal but everything else… imaginable… is fair game. Simon will tell you what to do but I will be your will, not Simon’s, that makes you actually do what he asks. You must decide to act quickly without censuring yourself or you won’t enjoy the liberating benefits. And you must allow yourself to experience the reality of your acts… you must be clear and aware of what you are doing, no drugs or alcohol. Now, Samantha, do you understand the game and are you ready to begin?”
She was struggling against all that she had ever known as a proper woman. She could scarcely imagine what I would be having her do, yet she had to obey me completely… and… submit herself to me. With an arrogant sniff that tried to mask the faint tears welling in her eyes she replied,
“Sure, what the fuck.”
Her first command was to simply turn her chair so that she was facing out into the center of the dining room with her legs out from under the table. There were perhaps eight or ten couples and singles enjoying their meals, unconcerned with the attractive woman in the navy and white polka dot dress that was seated across from them.
“Simon says, open your knees six inches.”
She looked down, her face flushed in shame. I reminded her of the rules and repeated Simon’s demand. Slowly, her knees separated, drawing her skirt up on her thighs.
Simon next demanded twelve inches. Her crotch was now in plain sight although it was veiled by her sheer panty hose and the white bikini panties she was wearing underneath. I watched her face, trying to experience the emotions she was feeling. She was exposing herself in violation of all she had ever learned about being a ‘lady’. Sure, you could see more at the beach in a bikini but that wasn’t the point. It was her open thighs that was most shamed her. This was an unmistakable signal from Samantha that she was receptive… she was prepared for, and wanted intercourse. It was basic body language for, ‘Fuck me’ and every man and woman in the dining room watching her knew it.
After several long seconds we got up and headed for the elevators to take us up to our room where the game could proceed even further. As luck would have it the matron and her CEO husband were waiting for the same elevator. She refused to acknowledge our existence however her husband did smile at Samantha and let her on ahead. I whispered her next demand as I stood beside her on one side of the elevator while the older woman and her husband stood opposite us on the other wall.
When the door closed I touched Samantha’s hand as a signal that Simon had just spoken. Trembling, she lowered her hands to her thighs and began gathering the material of her dress in folds pulling the entire skirt above her waist. She was standing fully exposed in her pantyhose and panties as the astonished woman looked on, speechless. Finally, Samantha reached under the waistband and slid both undergarments off her hips and onto her thighs exposing her pubic triangle. In a shocked, indignant voice the woman said,
“My dear woman, lower your skirt immediately and cover yourself or I shall have you arrested. You are a slut and should… should be… LOWER YOUR SKIRT THIS INSTANT!”.
The door opened with Samantha still holding her navy and white polka dot pleated skirt to her chest, her sheer stocking shimmering on her legs with her buttocks and vagina completely exposed. Still huffing, the couple hurried out with the husband looking back over his shoulder all the way.
I let her draw up her undies and drop her skirt long enough to find our room. Once inside we began again. Simon instructed her to open the heavy drapes that covered the room windows and pull back the sheer curtains as well. The large patio doors looked out on a small balcony with a simple wrought iron railing. Beyond the balcony was a view across the semi-circle of the resort to the rooms on the other side and just to the left a view of the blue ocean. Seven stories below was the pool which could only be seen while standing on the balcony itself. We could hear the splashing and frolicking of the vacationers below.
“Simon says, walk over to the window and stand there facing out as you remove your dress”. She could only imagine the unseen eyes that might by chance be looking across at her as she unzipped the dress and lowered it to her ankles. She wore a white lace bra that matched the panties she had on under her hose. She expected me to next demand she remove the bra but I preferred a more direct approach. I instructed her to remove her pantyhose and panties together while still facing out.
Her breathing quickened as the utter excitement of what she was doing in full public view began to arouse her as she hadn’t been aroused in years of proper marriage. I watched her reflection in the glass as she stepped out of her shoes then slipped her fingers in the waistband of her panties underneath again and drew both undergarments down over her thighs and calves together, finally tugging them off each foot.
She had dark brown pubic hair that spread in a triangle from thigh to thigh and up nearly to her navel. It was thinner at the upper edge and I could see her Caesarean scar veiled beneath. With her face and chest flushed she removed her bra next and at last stood utterly nude before the well-lit window.
Had she sincerely balked at any of my requests I would have gladly stopped the game, no questions asked. I wasn’t going to make her do anything she didn’t have the will to do. But she never even hesitated at my requests, complying the first time in total obedience.
I undressed behind her before giving her the next command. She was instructed to climb atop the small writing desk to her left, in plain view of the window. She was on all fours as I strolled behind her and spread open her pussy for the first time.
She had thinnish labia, similar to her daughters, but much more crimson befitting her maturity. Her clit was also quite prominent from her years of solitary masturbation, I suspected.
I tasted her wetness and she moaned in pleasure. It was totally different than either Alicia or my Aunt’s scent. The slight urine quality was mixed with a very distinct musk scent and the general fragrance of her cologne.
As I penetrated her from behind she eased back into my advancing penis. It was quickly enveloped in her warm, well lubricated inner folds. She was looser than Alicia, of course, due to childbirth but had the same muscular control which was distinctive for her and Alicia and not present in my aunt’s vagina.
As I thrust in and out slowly I reached down and picked up the hotel phone.
“Yes, I’d like you to page Alicia Aronesti at… mmmm… at the pool please, I’ll hold.”
We continued to fuck, Samantha was now fully aroused, moaning and murmuring incoherently. We could hear the loud speaker as Alicia was paged.
“Would guest Alicia Aronesti please pick up any of the house courtesy phones. Alicia Aronesti.”
A few moments later I heard Alicia come on the other end.
“God, Chris. I’ve been sitting down here and wondering what you were doing. Are you in the room? Where’s Mom?”
I reached around Samantha’s waist and began vigorously massaging her engorged clitoris with my two fingers. Its was wet and slippery. I pulled out my penis and began rubbing it over her clit as well.
“Wait, Mom wants to talk to you”, I said. I had carefully timed my response to coincide with the rising crescendo of Samantha’s long delayed and very intense first orgasm. As the phone was held beside her she began coming,
“Ohhhhh… God that’s so good… I’m going to… come… now… OHHHHHH.”
“Alicia, you still there?”
“Chris, you’re such a crazy fuck. God, I want to come up so bad. When can I come up?”
“Wait, I have one more demand for your mom. Can you see up to our room from where you are?”.
Alicia began looking up and then gasped at what she saw.
“You’re fucking her on a desk! Everyone down here can see! My God, Chris you’ll get us arrested! You crazy bastard.”
“Keep watching.” I said as I withdrew my penis and explained the last act of exhibitionist perversion to the now liberated Samantha.
She went to the sliding windows and opened them deliberately then strode out onto the balcony totally nude except for her high heels. The slight breeze flipped her shortish hair and the golden light from the setting sun turned her skin a reddish bronze. She positioned herself momentarily with her legs slightly bent and spread open.
She made a curious gesture I hadn’t ever seen of licking her teeth as if to clean them of her lipstick then parted her mouth in a churlish, arrogant pout.
In front of the assembled guests below, those watching across from the opposite rooms and, of course, especially in front of her own 19 year old daughter, she let down a twisted yellow ribbon of her piss that cascaded from her vagina. It splashed onto the concrete patio, rained over the edge, and finally, evaporated in the air.
“God, Chris can you imagine what must be going through her head, just peeing with everyone watching. I can’t wait any more. I’m coming up.”
Samantha calmly returned to the room closing both the patio door and the sheer curtains but leaving the drapes open. I took her in my arms and we embraced, the game having ended for now.
We fell back onto the bed and I entered her again feeling the tiny droplets of her pee on my belly as I penetrated her. It was rapturous but I resisted coming and turned her on her side facing away from me. I lifted her thigh so that I could enter her from behind and below, holding her against me and caressing her breasts as we thrust. She was lost in pleasure in the fading, shadowy twilight that spilled in through the window.
I heard Alicia come in the door and watched as she glided, almost transfixed over to the bed where her boyfriend was presently fucking her mother. She untied her dress and let it fall to the floor but retained her stockings and shoes.
She moved onto the far side of the large bed and began caressing her mother’s breasts with her hands. As she brought her mouth to her mother’s and embraced her as only a lover would ever do, with tongues and sweetness and… lust, I could no longer contain my own orgasm. I ran my hands over Samantha’s face, through Alicia’s long hair and then back, discharging a huge load of hot semen into Samantha’s wet vagina.
Having spent my load, I passed the torch to my beloved Alicia to consummate perhaps the rarest of all perverted acts that violates the most sacred of taboos, mother-daughter incest.
******
I wish I could say that their lovemaking was somehow more animated or spectacular but it was much like what Alicia had done with Aunt Carol. They caressed each other’s breasts and nipples with mouths and fingers, spending a long time just whispering to one another between outbursts.
Alicia was the first to receive oral sex from Samantha and experienced her first of about four orgasms that I counted during their encounter. Alicia wanted desperately to reciprocate and spent nearly fifteen minutes toying with her mother’s vagina before letting her come in ecstasy. They rested a bit before moving into 69 position with Alicia on top. As her mother licked Alicia’s vagina from below she inserted two fingers into her and massaged inside. Alicia responded with a very sudden sharp orgasm and several spurts that left her mother smiling and relieved. Between muffled love making she whispered that she had once had that happen and thought it was pee but now that she had tasted it she knew it was really just wetness from inside.
What the observer could not see was the internal, subtle communication that was transpiring between them. They were touching in a way that reshaped all that they had been or would be. All the denial and fear and shame were joyfully forgotten leaving only this moment, this fulfillment, of an unspeakable passion that has been experienced by only a few thousand women in all of human history.
When each had been satisfied the two women, mother and daughter, lay naked and unashamed, wrapped in each other’s arms, sleeping peacefully on the king size bed. I was left to my dreams for the moment, in awe of the power of such passionate women.
My reverie was brief. Sometime in the wee hours I came out of my groggy sleep distinctly aware that I had an erection and that someone was giving me head. Only a single room light was on but as I peered through half open eyes I could see the nude forms of Alicia on my left and Samantha on my right. Samantha was sucking me as Alicia looked up smiling.
“You weren’t supposed to wake up. We were trying an experiment to see if we could make you come in your sleep. It happens to us girls a lot but Mom said it couldn’t happen to men. I guess now we’ll never know.”
I rolled onto my back and the two women continued their playful exploration of my penis and balls like I was a science experiment. Samantha was stroking my balls with her finger nails while Alicia tongued just my moist little slit. They’d ask what felt best and giggled like schools girls while they drove me nuts.
I reached down and began stroking Samantha’s labia through her wiry dark bush which was wet. Her pink inner membranes contrasted with the darker hue of her protruding labia which curled about her vaginal opening. Taking my hint she slid up the bed, lifted her left leg over my chest and straddled me, facing my feet. I eased her hips up towards my face and spread her open with my fingers.
Her pubic hair was encrusted with drops of dried come and her own wetness As I penetrated her with my tongue a thin strand of my semen from this afternoon’s fucking rolled onto my tongue. I fell back on the pillow and in perfect, stuporous, Homer Simpson style exclaimed,
“Mmmmmmmm… peeen-yaaaaa colaaaadaaaaa.”
Alicia mounted me facing her mom. My well primed penis once again was ensheathed by her warm, muscular, and very lubricated young vagina. As she used me, she felt her mother’s breasts. Samantha returned the gesture, then let Alicia suck her while I was sucking her clit into my mouth. It was a truly joyful orgy of complete hedonist abandon.
I thought afterward how simplistic and unsatisfying watching sex was compared to the multi sensual experience of doing it. The feel of the women’s skin, Alicia so smooth like doeskin or velvet while Samantha’s skin was more mottled with tiny, nearly invisible hairs on her buttocks and around her nipples.
The smell of their hair which was different from their skin which was different from their genitals. The soft pendulousness of Samantha’s breasts which Alicia massaged gently as she ground against me, coming at least twice in short succession.
The sound of each of their voices, not just as they convulsed in heart pounding orgasm, but all during sex as they whispered and murmured and even… Laughed playfully. I began to understand why most women find porn so totally unsatisfying. They delight in all the senses while paper and video tape are flat, lifeless… boring, compared to the textures and smells and sounds of a real living human being. Still, I mused, real life does have its limitations. There’s no freeze-frame button.
Alicia dismounted me so that she and her mom could enjoy making me ejaculate together which was their real objective since waking up. She had told me when she first came to visit how much she loved watching a man really shoot his load, the animal-like sense of it. With both Samantha and Alicia’s faces inches from my penis Alicia began stroking my whole shaft with her slippery fingers. When she felt my first pre-ejaculation spasm she looked directly at her mom and took my penis in her mouth about three inches just enough to capture every drop of my volcanic ejaculate which took about ten seconds to subside.
Laying back, I could see in the subdued light as Alicia slid over to Samantha and embraced her lips with my semen still in her mouth. Then Samantha, now on her back, opened her mouth while Alicia, holding herself by her arms above, opened hers as well. A large glob of semen mixed with saliva rolled off Alicia’s pink tongue directly into Samantha’s gaping mouth and, with one hedonistic swallow, down her throat.
Alicia was sitting opposite her mom and fingering herself. Samantha sat up and locked eyes with her daughter and began doing the same as they competed to excite the other and intensify their onanistic pleasure. After two orgasms like this I finally had to break in.
“Will you two give it a rest already? We’ve got a full day of video fucking tomorrow and you’re going to be too sore to fuck anyone at this rate Alicia.”
She pummeled me with a pillow in protest but agreed she’d had an incredible day and she needed to build up for tomorrow. For now she retired to the other bed while Samantha and I cuddled a bit before falling back asleep in each other’s arms.
The sound of the 9:00 wake up call startled me from a sound sleep. I rolled out of bed right over a big wet spot on the sheet and splashed some water on my face before waking Alicia and her mom, neither of whom even stirred when the phone rang. I gave them first shot at the bathroom since the ladies would no doubt take longer to get ready and made some coffee for all of us. I brought their cups into the bathroom where Alicia had run the large tub.
“Care to join us?”, Alicia offered.
“Hey, you’ve got a 10:30 call and if we start into this shit again you’re never going to make it. Can we just think about business for ten minutes, sweetheart?”
My concerns went unheeded as Alicia and her mom were determined to reenact and fulfill their bathtub fantasy this time with the freedom to consummate what had only been suppressed dreams before. They got in the tub and washed each other, mixing it with playful lovemaking but nothing real wild. After a bit they got out, dried off, and went to work putting on their makeup and brushing out their hair, both still nude with no concern for privacy.
Samantha had brought Alicia a change of clothes, a short, print tunic dress with spaghetti straps which barely covered her buttocks. In the interest of preventing a big mother-daughter fight Alicia agreed to wear the white thong panties her mom had brought but only after a protest. There was no question she would not wear the matching bra.
She stepped into white, high heeled sandals with an ankle strap that raised her hem even more provocatively and bent over to buckle them giving me another reason to love her from any angle. I meanwhile was checking the weather channel and praying for a Santa Ana wind.
Samantha had packed something a little more exotic for herself including a matching satin bra, panties, and garter belt set in a shade of bone and real, old-fashioned silk stockings, the kind with seams up the back and wide welts. They were a bit big for her and came high up her thighs without rolling over the welt.
She adjusted her garters to snug up the stockings then pulled her dress, a very lightweight white cotton summer caftan made from nearly see-through India cloth, over her head. Her undies were discernible under the dress at close range but it was far too warm to bother with a slip today. Anyway, it made her feel more daring and she wanted to be daring on this trip.
When Alicia said it might look even nicer without the bra Samantha retorted that it was more a concession to the effects of childbirth and time than modesty. She was gorgeous, they both were gorgeous, as my unrestrained erection was attesting.
They decided to get some breakfast in the dining room and wait for me to join them. Samantha tried to prepare herself for the inevitable glances she was sure to get from the guests who had witnessed our fun and games last evening. I showered and shaved and was doing my teeth when the room phone rang. With a mouthful of toothpaste foam, I answered.
“Yeah?”
“Ah, Chris. I think you need to come down here like, right now. It looks like… ah… we may have a little… problem”. It was Alicia. “There’s this woman… and… well, she called the… cops.”
“There’s no problem”, I returned cutting her off. “Wait, there and I’ll be right down.”
With the resolve of Dirty Harry I grabbed one of the face towels from the wash basin and tucked it around my waist. It was open along my right thigh up to my buttocks but my cock was veiled at least from the front. With an expression of complete determination I opened the room door and strode to the elevator, riding it down to the now bustling lobby.
There were several young and middle-aged couples milling about who took and obligatory look at my muscled physique and loincloth attire but seemed eerily unconcerned or shocked. Alicia’s face turned even whiter than it already was and her eyes opened up like saucers. Samantha, perhaps more experienced in these matters, merely snickered.
“That’s one of them. That’s one of those disgusting people from last night”, the matron we had teased last evening shouted rising in righteous indignation and pointing me out to the Mexican cop who was taking notes. “They’re all perverts and I want them arrested this instant. You all saw them last night”.
She was addressing some of the milling guests.
“We could see them from our room on the other side, the hussy. She took off every stitch of her clothing and then… I can hardly say it… then she began to… wee-wee right in public. My God, a grown woman wee-weeing like that. Isn’t that illegal here, officer?”
Her husband was looking through Samantha’s dress at her stylish 1950’s stockings and trying not to grin from behind the folds his wife’s flared skirt.
“Officer”, I said in a subdued voice, “perhaps I should give you my account in private, over here.”
We stepped aside out of earshot.
“Eees what the Senora saying, so, Senor?”, He queried.
“Well, I’m afraid its all quite true and we’re terribly sorry if we caused a fuss. But you see my girlfriend over there.”
I pointed to Alicia and his eyes scanned her torso.
“The senorita is mui bonito. You are one lucky muchacho.”
“Yes, well she and me and the other senora, that’s her mamasita, are expected over at the big factory in about 45 minutes. You know about the factory, of course?”
“Ah si, the factory. You are with the factory people, then?”
“That’s a big si officer. I’m sure your supervisors will be most grateful if you were able to dispose of this matter… discreetly.”
“Mmmm. Well, I am beginning to see your point. Let me see what I can do.”
We walked back over to the red-face elderly woman.
“I’m sorry Senora but there seems to be a problem with your story. If you’ll just come down with me to the estation I would like to question you about… Some reports of some wealthy older women involved in a very big smuggling operation.”
As he led the white-face ranting woman and her CEO husband from the hotel I could hear the last parts of the conversation.
“Please. Senora there are only a few questions and a… small cavity search… And you will be on your way in no time.”
I smugly turned and walked back to the elevator leaving Alicia and Samantha sitting in dumbfounded wonder. As I got on, two absolutely perfect 10 women in their early 20’s got on in front of me both in the most insignificant of thong bikinis and wearing high heels. We exchanged flirtatious smiles and I let the door close before pulling the front of my towel back. I stood behind one of the girls, the dark-haired beauty by chance, intoxicated by the scent of… coconut oil and shampoo. I held my penis and lightly stroked it over her fully exposed velvety buttock cheek letting my drop of seminal fluid streak her oiled flesh. She was still and silent except for a tiny gasp of recognition at my first contact. When she got out she walked away perched on her stately high heels like the naughty thoroughbred of sex that she was.
“What the fuck is going on here, Chris? I was sure we were in deep shit”, Alicia said as I returned now in my shirt and jeans and sipped my pineapple juice.
“You’re incredible with sex Alicia but you still have a lot to learn about the world, darling. I wasn’t really sure what was going on myself until we checked in last evening. Did you notice the two girls that checked us in at the desk? They were the same girls that had been sitting in the reception area at the studio when we first arrived. They work in the videos, sweetheart, and they work here… and its all the same job.
There’s two groups of people staying here but you can’t tell the players without a scorecard and that’s intentional. The first group is just ordinary folks from Peoria or Ontario that find out about this place and just want a very different adult vacation. A chance to vacation with porn stars.
You see, the other group of people here are other porn people, actors, crew, and… families. They like the fact that they can stay in a luxury resort as a kind of perk for their services and… they know that all the rules are off. Its kind of the price of staying here and the other group knows it. They never know what outrageousness might just occur at any moment and the porn people can live out their real world exhibitionist fantasies in semi-security. Some time I’ll have to tell you about the night Uncle Jerry and I hit the bars while you and Aunt Carol were getting to know each other. It was all arranged and it looked so fucking real and… it’s like a fucking Disneyland for adults.”
“You… you bastard Christopher! Do you have any idea the torture you put me through last night with our little game? Why didn’t you tell me what this place was about… I was baring my… I mean… doing that in public and… I was so humiliated… but if I’d known…”
“If you’d known and peed in front of everyone it would have been just acting, safe, insulated, and dehumanized. And it wouldn’t have proved a thing except you could perform like the other zombies on the videos. What you did you believed was absolutely real, something that you could never separate from your private life the way the porn stars do with their scenes.”
“If this was all a setup than how come that old bitch freaked and called the cops on us?”, Alicia cut in trying to prove I wasn’t so damned smart after all.
“Either she has a very bad travel agent or, as I suspect, that’s her trip… You know the blue-nosed, tongue clicking disapproval at the debauchery just before retiring with hubby and recounting the entire sordid scene as they fucked their asses off. Was it just me or did you hear a real muffled buzzing coming from under the front of her dress, like about where her pussy should be?”
“Yes, I heard that but I thought it was some little motor somewhere. It was probably one of those vibrating egg things… they keep sending me the catalogs for those things… I’ve never actually tried…”, Samantha said blushing at her accidental revelation that she had experimented with toys.
It seemed somehow quaint at this point.
“And the cop? Huh?”, Alicia whined.
“When Uncle Jerry had you sign your contracts and release forms did you bother to actually read them? I did. The contract was with ‘Excelsior Productions, Inc.’ And, in little tiny print it said, ‘A Division of Ancora Corp’. Now, if you look outside at the resort sign what does it say, under ‘Aqua D’Oro Resort’?”
“It says ‘Aqua D’Oro Resort, by Ancora’. So the resort owns the video factory?”
“Probably the other way around. The porn finances the resort but it all goes in one big pot eventually, Ancora Corp. This hotel and most of the oceanfront property is all owned by, and for Ancora Corp. And with that kind of money and this being Mexico and all, they also own the police, fire, city government and most of the military in this area, I suspect.”
We finished and went to the desk to check out. The Hispanic male clerk was standing against the high desk and completed our phony bill. He looked a bit dreamy and when Alicia reached over to hand back his pen he took her fingers and held them to his nose and lips giving her a small kiss.
“Miss Aronesti. On behalf of the staff of Aqua D’Oro I want to express our delight in having you stay with us along with your… imaginative… relations. Please come back whenever you wish and… indulge… yourself, all complementary of course.”
“My pleasure, I’m sure. I should… like… Be able to afford it after doing my video don’t you think? Chris? CHRIS?”
He seemed to stiffen and shift back a bit. Alicia and I looked down together to see he had dropped his pants to his ankles and was about to ejaculate all over the face of a darling black beauty who had been sucking him off under the desk even as we were speaking. He shot his load across her chocolate cheeks that drooled off onto her large black breasts below. She was nude except for high heels and a little starched maid’s apron.
I took Alicia’s hand and escorted her out the door as several strangers smiled admiringly at her… and her mom. Ah yes, the happiest fucking place on earth.
As we came out of the resort heading for the car a white stretch limo rolled up to the curb. The door was opened by the driver who said he had been sent to pick up Miss Aronesti. I was all set to get in when I saw that the limo was nearly full with the six female co-stars that were in the video with Alicia. There was only room for her. As she got in, the other girls immediately started fooling around with her. She was nicely dressed compared to most of them and they had her dress nearly off almost by the time the driver had closed the door.
“Where do they find these nymphos?”, I remember thinking as they drove off.
Samantha and I got in the rental car after loading the bags and rode to the factory listening to the radio. It was the first moment I fully realized how Alicia’s life had changed… forever.