Literature review 2

by Cui Shi yi

Second

16. Camp Hideaway

Camp Hideaway Ch. 01 - Incest/Taboo

A Fun Place for the Whole Family!

21.5k words

4.81

165.3k

344

122

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Content Warning: Although it isn't a major focus in this chapter, this series will include male characters who are gay or bi as well as other forms of LGBTQ representation. There will be plenty of hetero content, but if you can't stand the thought of someone with a penis having sex with someone who also has a penis, then this story may not be for you. But fear not! There are literally thousands of other stories in this category that should meet your needs.

All that said, if you're a fan of my other writing, I'd encourage you to give this one a try. I promise not to tell anyone if you end up liking it more than you thought you would ;)

Without any further ado, I hope you enjoy Camp Hideaway!

~~~

I could barely contain my excitement as my Dad pulled off the highway and onto the familiar, unmarked country road that led to Camp Hideaway. My family had been making this journey every summer for generations. My grandparents (on both sides) were early patrons of the camp, and my parents had met and fallen in love there. Our annual pilgrimages were almost more of a tradition for our family than Thanksgiving or Christmas.

For me, though, this trip was special. I'd turned eighteen back in the fall, and this would be my first summer spent with my parents at the Adult's Retreat.

Let me explain...

First of all, the name, "Camp Hideaway" was sort of a misnomer since it was really two separate camps: one for the kids and teenagers, and another for their parents. The two camps were situated on opposite sides of Corey's Pond, which was also poorly named.

Located about twenty miles southwest of Asheville, North Carolina, the 'pond' had originally been a tributary of the French Broad River before being dammed up by the Works Projects Administration in the thirties. The resulting "pond" was a large, winding reservoir surrounded by 1500 acres of forested campground. Looked at from above, it resembled an off-kilter 'S' that bulged in the middle. The youth camp lay along the northern curve, while the so-called 'Adult's Retreat' lined the southern loop. It's unique size and shape gave each camp a private, secluded atmosphere, and from the northern youth camp, it was easy to forget that the Adult's Retreat even existed — not that we ever did, of course.

For reasons that were never made entirely clear to us, the adult's retreat was off-limits to anyone below the age of eighteen. Our parents came up to visit fairly often throughout the summer, but we were never allowed to return the favor. Whenever we asked about this strange restriction, we were told that the whole point of the adult camp was to give our parents a break from being parents and that many of the older campers came for the sole reason that kids weren't allowed.

Naturally, this explanation only fueled our intense curiosity. Along with hiking, crafts, and ghost stories told around the campfire, we also spent our time discussing the ever-present swirl of rumor and speculation that surrounded the mysterious southern half of Corey's Pond.

One summer, there was a particularly persistent rumor that a camper had snuck out at night and made the two-mile walk through the forest to see for himself. Supposedly, he'd managed to snap some photos of the adults swimming naked in the pond. As far as I could tell, no one knew the origin of the story, and I never saw the pictures, if they ever existed in the first place.

Before long, the entire youth camp was buzzing with rumors that the adult's retreat was actually a nudist camp. As exciting as it was to imagine a camp full of women who pranced around all night with their breasts and pussies out for the world to see, I had my doubts about the truthfulness of that particular rumor. The idea that my straight-laced, conservative parents (or my grandparents, for that matter) would spend time at a nude beach was just too outlandish to be believed.

Despite my skepticism on that particular point, I was just as curious about the adult side of camp. There were so many aspects of the whole situation that just didn't make any sense. For instance, if the whole point of giving our parents their own private campsite was to give them a break from the responsibilities of parenthood, couldn't that be accomplished just as easily by staying home? Or better yet, by going on a vacation to somewhere much more exciting than an isolated lake in the middle of nowhere?

Whenever I brought up these points to my parents, they would only say that they went to Camp Hideaway because it was a family tradition and that it was a good excuse to stay in touch with old friends, some of whom lived on the other side of the country. It was a reasonable enough explanation, but it still didn't explain why everything that happened there was surrounded such an intense aura of secrecy.

My thirst for knowledge about the adult's camp had reached its peak in the fall, after my older sister, Cindy, returned from her first summer there.

Before that summer, Cindy and I had shared a fairly typical brother-sister relationship. I was her pesky little brother, always getting in the way, and she was the bratty princess who was never stopped trying to boss me around. We played our roles well, but after her first summer at the adult camp, I could sense that something had changed. She stopped picking fights with me and even started inviting me to social gatherings with some of her older friends. The sister that had entered the adult camp back in June was not the same person I now knew, and I was determined to discover why.

Unfortunately for me, Cindy, much like my parents, steadfastly refused to give me any of the information I sought. All she would say was that it had been the best summer of her life, and she couldn't wait until next summer when I would be old enough to go too.

Now that the summer had finally arrived.

Glancing to my left, I caught Cindy's eyes for a brief moment before she looked away. I could have sworn she was staring at me. That would have been weird enough, but what really struck me was that she looked just as nervous as I felt.

"We're almost there," Dad said, his voice snapping me out of my reverie as we pulled past the camp's sign.

The freshly painted wooden sign showed the camp's logo: the silhouette of a family as they stood in profile, watching the sunrise over Corey's Pond. The words, "Welcome to Camp Hideaway: A Fun Place for the Whole Family!" were emblazoned in bright yellow script right below the logo.

Below that sign sat another far less welcoming one that read, "Members Only, Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted to the Fullest Extent of the Law." It had always seemed to me that the second sign somewhat contradicted the sentiment of the first, but I'd always just filed it away as another one of Camp Hideaway's strange quirks.

Ahead, there was a fork in the road. The path to the right lead north, to the youth camp, while the adults' retreat was to the left. As Dad took the left turn, I stared longingly out of the window. Despite my curiosity and excitement, there was something sad about the fact that my summers at the youth camp were over. As the northern path faded from my view, I remembered that nearly all of the counselors at the youth camp were former campers themselves. I consoled myself with the thought that, maybe one day, I'd be a camp counselor one day, too.

I noticed that my mom was also staring off in that direction. She seemed to realize that we'd both been thinking the same thing and said, "It feels strange, doesn't it? We've gone up that path almost every summer for the last ten years... Time sure does fly." She seemed a bit sad at the thought that her children were finally grown, but her expression broke into a wide grin when the entrance to the adults' retreat finally came into view.

I was surprised to see a sturdy metal gate and fence with two uniformed security guards standing on either side of the entrance. The youth camp didn't have anything like this.

What are they hiding in here? I asked myself.

"That's Steve and Kenny," Dad said, anticipating my question. "They make sure the retreat stays private." The two men clearly recognized our SUV and gave Dad a friendly wave as we drove past. The road continued for another mile or so before we finally pulled into camp.

After so many years of building curiosity, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when I saw that the adults' retreat looked almost exactly the same as the youth camp. The forest and shoreline were dotted with the same single room bungalows I'd shared with four other boys in summers past. The bungalows were arranged in clusters of four, each of which shared a small central building with a kitchen, bathrooms, and showers. Being the opening day for the season, most of the bungalows were still empty, but I did see a few families unpacking their cars as we drove past. It was all rather anticlimactic, but at the same time, I had to admit that there was something comforting about the familiarity of it all.

"Home sweet home," Dad said as he pulled into what I assumed was our family's bungalow. It lay on the edge of the forest, very close to the shoreline of the pond.

We stretched our aching limbs and started unpacking the car. It wasn't until I was inside the structure's single room that I realized how little privacy it offered. Lack of privacy hadn't been a big issue when I was living with three other boys my age, but I had serious questions about how a setup like this could work now that I'd be sharing the space with my mom and sister.

"Are we all sharing this room?" I asked.

Cindy smirked but didn't respond. Instead, she cast a questioning glance at Mom who said, "Yes we are. Your father and I will take the large bed. You and Cindy can negotiate which of the other two beds you'd like to claim."

"But what about—"

"—I'm sure you have a lot of questions," she said, interrupting my protest. "And all of them will be answered at orientation tonight. For now, though, we need to get this place swept up and start unpacking."

I gave a melodramatic groan, which elicited chuckles from the three of them. "Trust me, I get it," Cindy said. "They wouldn't tell me shit when we got here last year, and it drove me crazy too. It will all be worth it once you get through orientation, though."

"That doesn't exactly make me any less curious..."

"You're almost there," Dad said, patting me on the back. "Let's get this place set up so we can eat lunch at a reasonable hour."

We worked diligently to clear away the dust and clean the windows. Dad and I carried in the heavier boxes while Mom mopped the floor and Cindy started unpacking and storing our things. Soon the room was starting to look like home — or a home, at least. Despite the complete lack of privacy, it really was quite comfortable and spacious.

When we finished, the four of us gathered around the table in the dining area we'd set up and Mom made us sandwiches. Afterward, she and Dad went to check us in at the main building. As they left, Mom told me to be ready for orientation when they got back. Cindy ran off to see if any of her group of friends had arrived, and for the first time that day, I was left alone.

I did my best to relax while I waited for them to return, but it wasn't easy. Every question my family refused to answer only added to my burning curiosity about what made this place so special. It took Mom and Dad over an hour to come back, and I spent most of that time alternating between staring at the clock and looking out the window. Just when I'd convinced myself that I should go look for them, I caught sight of them walking back in the direction of our bungalow.

"Sorry that took so long," Dad said. "We ran into some old friends and spent some time getting caught up." He exchanged a conspiratorial look with Mom, who snorted as she tried to suppress a laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Nothing, honey," she replied. "Ask me after orientation, and I'll give you the details. Speaking of which, are you ready to go?"

"I guess so. Is there anything I need to bring with me?"

"Just yourself," she replied. Addressing my father, she said, "Have a good afternoon, honey. Try not to wear yourself out."

"You do the same," he said before planting a loving kiss on her lips and pulling her into a quick hug. Before parting, they stared meaningfully into each other's eyes, sharing some silent communication that was clearly not meant for my ears. That glance only lasted a second or two before Mom gave a quick nod and turned her attention back to me.

"Ready to go?"

"You're coming with me?" I asked.

She nodded. "It's traditional that a parent comes to orientation with new members of the adults' retreat. You'll understand why once orientation starts."

Great, more unanswered questions.

I followed Mom as she lead us away from our family's cluster of cabins and towards the center of camp.

"I guess there's no point in asking what's so special about this 'orientation session' is there?" I asked, making sarcastic quote marks with my fingers for emphasis.

"You can ask..." she replied, flashing me an equally sarcastic smile that made it abundantly clear that her lips were sealed.

I let out an exasperated with. "You really won't tell me anything? Not even a hint?"

"The rules are the rules," she replied, obviously enjoying my irritation.

"Okay, how about this — I make a guess it, and you tell me if I'm right."

She thought about it for a second before finally saying, "You know what? Sure. Give me your best guess."

"Wait — really?" I asked, hardly believing my luck.

She nodded. "One guess only. After that, you have to wait like everyone else."

Of course, I didn't have the faintest idea of what the secret might actually be, and she knew it. Obviously, the persistent rumors about the adults walking around naked were false. Everyone I'd seen so far had been fully clothed. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to swing for the fences.

"Okay, here's my theory: You're taking me deep into the woods to enact some strange, satanic ritual, probably involving blood and virgins and dancing around a bonfire."

Mom's smiling face suddenly turned deadly serious and she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Who told you?" She asked, her tone suddenly angry and demanding.

"Wha—"

"It was your sister, wasn't it?" she asked before I had a chance to respond. "Dammit! I knew she wouldn't be able to keep our secret! Now the summer ritual will be ruined!"

"I—"

"What else did she tell you? Did she teach you the steps to the midnight waltz? What about the sacred verses?" By that point, she was right in my face, her eyes bulging and her nostrils flaring angrily.

"S-she didn't tell me! It honestly was just a stupid guess — I promise!" I finally managed to blurt out.

As quickly as it had appeared, Mom's frown was replaced by another silly grin, and in a completely calm tone of voice said, "I know she didn't, honey. If she told you anything, you wouldn't be so desperate to find out the truth."

"Wait — So you were just messing with me?" I asked, suddenly feeling like the biggest idiot in existence.

"And you made it so easy," she teased. "Besides, I love you far too much to take you to any virgin sacrifices."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

Her only reply was to waggle her eyebrows suggestively and give me another knowing smirk before turning around and resuming her trek to the orientation meetup spot.

As I followed behind her, I couldn't help but feel like something about her was different, and it wasn't just that she'd outsmarted me. I was used to that. By day, Mom was a successful corporate lawyer, and her sharp wits and even sharper tongue served her well in that profession.

I was used to seeing her in sharp business suits, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, wearing her dark-rimmed 'don't mess with me' glasses (as she liked to call them). Now she wore a simple white tank-top and tight-fitting jean shorts, and her wavy, dirty-blonde hair flowed freely over her shoulders.

It wasn't just her clothes, though. There was something in the way she carried herself — a lightness in her gait — that made her seem more confident and happy than she usually did at home. Her hips swayed hypnotically with each step, and before I even realized what I was doing, my eyes were locked on her rear-end, admiring her curvy hips and her shapely butt as it strained against her denim shorts.

Now, this is a view I could get used to, I thought to myself. I'd always secretly thought my mom was a sexy woman, but I rarely got the opportunity to see her like this. If nothing else, it was a nice distraction from my swirling thoughts about Camp Hideaway.

"It's this way," she said, pointing towards an offshoot from the main path. Her face carried the barest hint of a smile, and without saying a word, I knew that she'd caught me staring. What really surprised me, though, was that she looked strangely proud of herself. If I didn't know any better, I'd have guessed she actually wanted me to look.

Before I had a chance to fully process that thought, the path opened up into a grassy clearing where a few other adult-teen pairs were waiting. I was happy to see that one of my close friends, Matt Phillips, was standing around with his mom, looking just as anxious as I did. I also saw that Brandon Reed, another member of the youth camp was there with his dad. Finally, I noticed Zoe Ross sitting a few feet away from him, leaning against a tree with her nose buried in a book. She was pretty much the last person in the world that I expected to see at that particular moment.

Unlike Matt and Brandon, Zoe had never attended the youth camp. Instead, I recognized her from my high-school back in Charlotte. We'd graduated together a few weeks prior, but I didn't know her all that well. In fact, I'm not sure anyone at our school knew her. Zoe had always been the quintessential loner. She was painfully shy and would never speak up in class unless the teacher called on her. As far as I knew, she spent all of her free time in the school library, studying or reading by herself.

The only reason I knew her at all was that we'd been randomly assigned as lab partners in our tenth-grade chemistry class. At first, I was upset that I wasn't with one of my friends, but I quickly learned the benefits of working with Zoe. Things were awkward at first — she barely said a word to me for the first few weeks — but by the end of the school year, we'd developed something that, to an outside observer, might have looked very much like a friendship.

We worked well together. She was a wiz at the science side of things, and I was more than happy to pick up the slack when it came time to present our work to the class. In fact, our partnership was so successful that we managed to win the science fair that year.

There had always been something about Zoe that I found mysterious and intriguing. With her slender, boyish frame and straight black hair that she sometimes tied up in a short braid, there was nothing immediately eye-catching about her. It wasn't until I got to know her that I began to notice her quiet, unassuming beauty. Her eyes, hidden behind a pair of plain glasses were a bright, intelligent shade of green, and her smile, while vanishingly rare, showed a bright playful spirit that contrasted beautifully with her usually quiet demeanor.

By the end of the school year, we weren't exactly what I'd call close — we never socialized out of class — but there was a sort of natural intimacy that had developed between us that was difficult for my fifteen-year-old brain to categorize or understand. By the time eleventh grade rolled around, Zoe was enrolled in the advanced science class, while I stayed down at the regular level. Without that shared class, Zoe and I no longer had any tangible reason to interact. I'd still wave to her when we passed in the hallway, but our relationship had effectively ended.

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Now she was right in front of me, looking supremely uncomfortable and out of place amongst the growing group of teenagers and parents. When my mom and I stepped into the clearing, she glanced up at me for the briefest of moments before hiding back behind her book.

Standing next to her, the man who I assumed must have been her father called out a friendly greeting to Mom, who smiled and waved back at him. Brandon and his father smiled and waved as well. I'd always liked Brandon, but I'd never really got the chance to know him all that well. He spent a lot of time on the camp sports teams over the years, which was never something that interested me very much. We got on well enough, but I'd never considered him a close friend.

I returned their waves and walked over to give Matt a high-five. It felt great to see him again. Matt lived in California, so the only time we got to see each other was at Camp Hideaway. We'd been best friends since our first summer at the youth camp, and our parents had been close friends since long before either of us were born.

We immediately broke off from the group, leaving our Moms to get caught up. I was curious about whether his parents had let anything slip about what to expect, but apparently, they'd been just as tight-lipped as my own. We spent the next few minutes catching each other up on how our school years had gone.

As we talked, Jenny Rhodes and a man who must have been her father entered the clearing. I did my best to stay cool, giving her a non-committal smile and wave before turning back to Matt. Jenny and I had been an 'item' at the youth camp last summer. Like Matt, she lived on the west coast, so when the summer came to an end, we decided to try a long distance relationship, promising to FaceTime and text with each other as much as we could. I'd done my part, but as fall turned into winter, Jenny started calling and texting less frequently, and when we did talk, she seemed more and more distant. I tried to compensate by calling her more often, but in the back of my mind, I knew I was just staving off the inevitable. By the time winter break rolled around, she was barely returning my calls, and I had finally started to accept the fact that Jenny had moved on.

Even though we hadn't formally broken up, I assumed that whatever we'd had last summer was long gone. Despite all that, I couldn't help but cast a few secretive glances in her direction. With her honey-blonde hair, blue eyes, and curvy figure, she looked even more gorgeous than I remembered — too gorgeous to be interested in a guy like me, apparently.

The last pair to join us consisted of Amy Woods and her father. Amy was another of my good friends from the youth camp, and I was happy to see her. Matt and I quickly waved her over to our little circle.

Amy had always been a bit of a troublemaker, which was one of the reasons we liked her. She'd hatched several plans over the years to find out what was really going on at the adult's retreat, but none of them ever seemed to pan out.

At the end of last summer, Matt confessed to me that he'd been carrying around a major crush on Amy for years but was too nervous to do anything about it. Based on the look in his eyes when she headed in our direction, I had to assume that those feelings hadn't faded over the course of the school year.

If their personalities hadn't been such a perfect match, it would be almost impossible to imagine the two of them together. Amy was short and a little bit overweight with long, curly red hair and a huge bust. Her round, freckled face and upturned nose framed a wide, smiling mouth that perfectly suited her naturally playful disposition. Matt, on the other hand, was just over six feet tall and bone thin. He could usually be seen wearing oversized t-shirts that made him look like a friendly scarecrow. To say that they made an odd-looking pair would be the understatement of the century.

Before the three of us had a chance to catch up in any meaningful way, we were joined by two more familiar faces. Rob and Sharon were two of the camp counselors from the youth camp. They greeted us warmly as they walked in. I was surprised that they seemed to know our parents just as well as they knew us.

"Welcome to orientation, everyone!" Sharon said in the same enthusiastic cadence I'd grown used to over the years. "I know you all probably have a lot of questions, and Rob and I want to make sure we get all of them answered for you. But first, we'd like to start with a tour. After that, we can talk about some of the rules and expectations for staying here."

What followed was a fairly mundane tour of the grounds. Or it would have been, anyway, if it wasn't for the way people seemed to stare at us wherever we went. Sharon and Rob showed us all of the main areas of the campgrounds, stopping from time to time to explain some basic etiquette and safety rules along the way. With each stop, a group of onlookers seemed to gather nearby as if we emitted some strange magnetic pull. Everyone was incredibly friendly in a way that almost crossed the line into feeling creepy. A few quick whispers between Matt and Amy confirmed that they felt the same way.

Eventually, the tour wound its way through the large indoor dining area, the camp offices and first aid station. Finally, we reached a building marked simply as "The Hotel." As the counselors lead us inside I wondered why a camp like this would need a hotel. Didn't each of the guests have their own cabin to stay in?

Inside, we followed Rob and Sharon through a pair of double-doors and into one of the strangest rooms I'd ever seen. It was large enough to have been the dining area of a normal hotel. Instead of being filled with tables and chairs, though, the space had a few dozen cushioned benches of various shapes and sizes. Even stranger, the floor itself was cushioned and the walls were lined with pillows of countless shapes and sizes. After removing our shoes at the entranceway, each of us took a seat at one of the benches next to the parent that accompanied us. We formed a rough semicircle around Sharon and Rob who remained standing.

"This is the group playroom," Rob announced. "Like so many that have come before you, this is where your life as full members of Camp Hideaway will truly begin."

I was confused. What exactly were we supposed to be playing? There weren't any tables for board games, and the pillows and cushions scattered about made it unsuitable for any sport I'd ever heard of. I thought about raising my hand to ask, but his speech continued before I had the chance.

"You're probably all wondering why your family and older friends have been so secretive about what goes on here, right?" he asked, chuckling at our enthusiastic agreement. "I felt the same way my first summer here. I know it's been frustrating, but your parents had to keep this secret for a very good reason. Before I say anything else, though, I need you all to make a solemn promise that you won't, under any circumstances, reveal what I'm about to tell you to anyone that isn't already a member of the adult's retreat. After hearing what we have to say, you can each decide whether you want to stay on as members, but even if you decide to leave the camp, you can never repeat what we're about to tell you to anyone."

A voice behind me said, "Isn't that kind of unfair?" It came from the last person I'd ever expect.

Zoe Ross had made it through an entire school year without volunteering a single answer in class. And yet, here she was, arguing with Rob at a time when I would have agreed to practically anything.

"How can you expect us to agree to keep a secret without even a single hint of what it might be? What if keeping the secret involves harming someone or doing something illegal?"

Sharon smiled. "That's a fair question. And you're right that the request we're making of you isn't fair. But nonetheless, it is an important first step in your becoming full members of the camp. We wish things didn't need to be this way, but if people in the outside world found out what goes on here, it could do real damage to people's lives."

Whether she'd meant to or not, Sharon had just sent my curiosity rocketing into the stratosphere. I understood Zoe's hesitation, but she hadn't spent the last ten years wondering about what happened here.

"Remember, too, that your parents and family members have also agreed to keep this secret. they didn't bring you here just to entrap you into some kind of illegal scheme." Her comment was followed by some stifled chuckling from the adults in the room, my mom included.

Rob took the opportunity to jump in and say, "The truth is that not everyone is cut out for life at Camp Hideaway, and turning eighteen isn't the only requirement for membership. The six of you are here based on the recommendations of your parents and the counselors at the youth camp. Keeping our secret is a big responsibility, but none of you would be here if we didn't trust you at least as much as we're hoping you'll trust us."

I'd been so distracted that I hadn't given any thought to the fact that quite a few of the campers I'd grown up with at the youth camp weren't here. Among the missing was one of our close friends, John. Another boy, Kyle, was also missing. He'd been the one who supposedly snuck out and taken pictures of the adults. A few of Jenny's girlfriends were also unaccounted for, as were Brandon's bunk-mates. I'd had no idea that the Adults Retreat was so exclusive. Knowing that I was one of the chosen filled me with a surge of pride even though I still had no real idea what membership actually entailed.

Going around the room, he asked each of us in turn whether we would keep the secret. We all quickly agreed, even Zoe. Sharon smiled and said, "Now that that's out of the way, we can get down to the part we've all been waiting for." Without another word, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing her braless breasts to the rest of the room. Before I'd gotten a good look at them, she bent over and pushed down her shorts as well, leaving her standing before us, completely naked and exposed.

My breath caught in my throat. Sharon beauty wasn't particularly tall, but she had incredible curves. I stared open-mouthed as I took in the sight of her large breasts, hanging out for all to see. My eyes traveled downward to her soft stomach and the cleft of her hairless pussy, framed beautifully by her athletic thighs. Many of the boys at camp, myself included, had spent the better part of our adolescence lusting after this blonde beauty, but never in our wildest dreams did we think the day would come when she'd be standing before us, wearing nothing but a smile. I glanced over at Matt and quickly surmised that was thinking the exact same thing.

I'd been so focused on Sharon's nudity that it took me a moment to notice that Rob had also shed his clothing. His cock was hard and pointing towards the rest of the group. Continuing to scan around the room, I saw that Jenny, Amy, and Zoe's eyes were just as laser focused on him as mine had been on Sharon.

"The first thing you'll notice after you leave orientation is that clothing is discouraged at the adults' retreat," Rob said, clearly enjoying the stunned reactions on our faces. "We ask that returning campers stay dressed until we've had the opportunity to explain things to the newcomers, but when you leave, you'll find that most people choose to remain naked all summer long."

Sharon continued, saying, "We understand that this will be a big adjustment for some of you, and want to remind you that everyone at Camp Hideaway — yourselves included — is here by choice. There are a few rules we will go over, but the main one is that no one gets pressured to do anything they don't want to do. If you feel uncomfortable letting others see your body, then feel free to stay clothed. No one will question you or give you a hard time about it."

"So is this the big secret?" Matt asked. "That the adults' retreat is a nudist camp?"

"In a way... yes. But most of us prefer to call it a hedonist camp when we call it anything at all," Sharon replied. "There are lots of nudist colonies around the country, but most of them discourage sexual activity between members. That's what makes Camp Hideaway different. All sexual activity, so long as it's consensual, is not only allowed, but encouraged here."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Had my parents really brought me and my sister to a swingers resort? My shock deepened as it struck me that not only were my parents swingers, but my aunts, uncles, grandparents, and even my sister must be as well! I'd been so distracted by Sharon's nudity that I'd barely been aware of my mom's presence on the bench next to me. Turning to face her, she met my gaze with a smug, knowing smile.

The room was silent as we each tried to work through the implications of what we'd just learned. Finally, Jenny spoke up and asked, "So, what? We can just walk up to anyone we want and have sex with them?"

Rob let out a good-natured laugh. "Not exactly, he said. Remember the first rule: everything that happens here has to be consensual. As long as you ask permission first, though, anything goes. I'd imagine a girl as pretty as you won't have many people turning her away."

Jenny blushed a deep shade of scarlet. I couldn't read her expression, but I guessed that like the rest of us, she was experiencing something between the extremes of terror and overwhelming arousal.

Sharon jumped in. "Along those lines, you should all know that as newcomers here, you will probably be approached by a lot of people who'd like to see what you have to offer. Some newcomers feel overwhelmed at first, but always remember that no one here will be offended by a simple 'no thank you'. If someone keeps pressuring you beyond that, make sure to tell someone in the main office. We want to make sure that everyone is comfortable and has a great time while they're here. It doesn't happen very often, but there have been instances in the past where members have been asked to leave for the season, or in extreme cases, permanently for refusing to respect the first rule."

As the two counselors talked, I became increasingly aware not only of my erection pressing against the leg of my shorts, but also of my Mom's presence sitting next to me. I still couldn't understand why each of us was accompanied by a parent for this. My burgeoning excitement over the prospect of spending all summer in a sexual free-for-all was tempered by the knowledge that my mom, dad, and sister would be around as well.

Fortunately, those concerns were soon addressed when Matt spoke up yet again. "Don't get me wrong, the idea of spending all summer in a never-ending orgy sounds great to me, but why are our parents here with us?" The rest of us nodded and murmured in agreement, thankful that he had the nerve to ask the question that had clearly been on all of our minds.

Sharon gave him a wicked smile. "Because this isn't just any old swinger's resort," she said. "Camp Hideaway was originally created to be a place where families could express their love for each other in ways that usually aren't considered... acceptable." She hesitated, choosing her words carefully.

"...ways that are more... sexual than most families would be comfortable with."

An audible gasp filled the room.

"Traditionally, each new member of the camp is initiated by one of their parents," Rob said, ignoring our shock for the time being. "To put it bluntly, your parents are here because they each want to fuck you before anyone else has the chance."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The expression on my face must have been a comical one because I heard Mom snort as she tried to stifle a laugh. Finally managing to tear my gaze away from Sharon's naked body, I looked Mom right in the eyes.

"Is this another joke?" I asked, keeping my voice low, so only Mom could hear. The rest of the room was filled with similar murmuring coming from the other new campers.

"It's no joke," she replied, some part of her clearly enjoying my shock and confusion. "I've been waiting a long time for this moment. It's been so hard keeping this a secret from you, and I'm glad you finally know what we've been hiding and why we had to hide it."

That word, 'we' was a startling reminder that what I'd just learned didn't just apply to Mom. My whole family was in on this. Both of my parents had been coming here for their entire adult lives — as had my aunts, uncles, cousins, and even my older sister. Which also meant that...

"Oh, God..." I muttered. "Does that mean that you... and Grandpa..."

Mom just grinned and nodded. "He took my virginity right in this very spot, and he still fucks me just about every chance he can get."

I jerked in surprise. Her answer was shocking enough, but what really threw me off was how casually she talked about having sex with her own father. I'd never once heard what she referred to as 'the f-word' and now she was talking about Grandpa fucking her as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Actually, your father lost his virginity to your Grandma on that bench right over there at almost the exact same time," she said, ignoring my confusion as she pointed to the bench that was currently occupied by Jenny and her father.

To my shock, the pair were already engaged in a passionate kiss. Her hands were all over him, rubbing along his back and exploring the muscles of his chest. My eyes went wide as he pulled her closer until she was fully seated in his lap with her legs wrapped around his back. In that position, I could see Jenny's hips slowly grind against his crotch. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I watched this older man rub his dick against my ex-girlfriend's pussy, but it quickly faded as I realized just how turned on I was.

I was shocked out of my reverie by the feeling of a hand on my thigh — my mother's hand. "It's a family tradition, one that I'm very excited to make you a part of," she said, gently rubbing my thigh, inching her way closer and closer to the bulge in my shorts. "Can I?" she asked, staring intently at the outline of my erection. "I've waited so long to see what you've been hiding in there." As she spoke, her voice hitched and her cheeks flushed. For the first time, it occurred to me that she might be just as aroused by this situation as I was.

I merely nodded in response, unable to formulate a verbal response. It was all too much to process. The same woman who had raised me was unzipping me and fishing my dick out of my shorts. Helping her along, I lifted myself up off of the bench, allowing down to my ankles in one swift motion. My underwear followed moments later

Mom let out a breathy moan as my cock broke free and slapped heavily against my belly. "Oh, it's beautiful, honey," she said as she firmly gripped my shaft with one hand, and fondled my balls with the other. Her touch was firm but gentle as she took her time exploring every inch of me, tracing her fingers up and down, paying particularly close attention to the underside of my shaft, which was already slick and shiny with precum.

I was dimly aware of the sounds and smells of sexual activity around me, but my attention was focused completely on Mom's expert handling of my cock. Everything else seemed to just fall away. I found myself thrusting my hips gently into her hands, trying to enhance the pleasure of her stroking. "Does that feel good?" she asked, smiling wickedly up at me.

"So good, Mom... Please don't stop!" I begged, completely in her thrall. Little did I know that the pleasure was only just getting started. Her hand moved higher, rubbing her thumb firmly all around my head, focusing on the sensitive area right below my pee-slit. I'd jerked off many times before that moment, but it had never felt this good. Soon my precum was flowing freely over her stroking hand, and I began to wonder how much longer I could hold off from cumming.

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Seeming to instinctively sense my impending orgasm, Mom removed her hands from my sensitive tool. I groaned in disappointment, which she met with another one of her mischievous grins. Without breaking eye-contact, she sat up straight and pulled her tank-top over her head and tossed it casually to the floor.

Rising from the bench, she stood to face me, cocking her hips in a sexy pose that practically had me drooling. With a salacious smile, she bent down to remove her shorts and underwear, causing her tits to hang enticingly close to my face. I wanted desperately to reach out and fondle those magnificent, fleshy orbs, but a moment later, she was standing proudly before me, her entire naked body on display. My eyes were immediately drawn down to the furry patch at the juncture of her thighs.

For years, I'd secretly wondered what my mom would look like without any clothes on, and the reality was not in any way disappointing. Her shoulder-length, dirty-blonde hair perfectly framed her pretty features. For a woman in her early forties, she had a remarkably youthful looking face with only a few laugh-lines around the corners of her eyes that made her look more wise than old. As my eyes traveled downwards, I again took in the sight of her large, hanging breasts. They were perhaps not as firm or upright as a younger woman's might have been, but I found them incredibly sexy. I couldn't help but salivate at the thought of wrapping my lips around the thick brown nipples that topped off each of those perfect mounds.

Having carried both my sister and me, Mom's tummy wasn't flat, but she wasn't in any way overweight either. Her midsection sloped gently down to the downy triangle of her pubic hair, framed by her motherly hips. Rather than detracting from her beauty, her slight physical imperfections only made her sexier in my eyes. This was the woman who had given birth to me and raised me. The complete wrongness of that fact only made me that much more aroused.

Mom merely stood there, giving me as much time as I wanted to breath in her nudity. "You're so beautiful, Mom," I finally said.

She beamed. "I'm so glad you think so, baby. Now, why don't you take off that shirt and join me." I didn't hesitate. As I pulled my t-shirt over my head, I saw Mom give me the same smiling appraisal I'd given her moments earlier. "My baby boy sure has grown up," she said, taking a seat next to me and running her hands over my chest.

I wanted so badly to reach out and touch her, but the idea of grabbing my Mom's boobs still felt strange and forbidden. Sensing my hesitation, Mom gently ran her hands down my idle arms until she held my hands in hers and pressed them firmly against her hanging breasts. "Touch me," she demanded, squeezing my hands more tightly. Looking me square in the eyes, she said, "Squeeze my tits, Son. I know you're nervous, but you don't have to be. I want this more than you can possibly imagine, and I've been waiting so long to give myself to you..."

That was all the permission I needed, and moments later she was sighing and moaning as I started exploring her lovely breasts. I'd never felt a naked woman's boobs before, and the fact that these were my mother's made the whole experience all the more exciting. Using both hands, I pressed them together, loving the way her already hard nipples poked straight out at me, begging to be pinched and sucked. She yelped in surprise as I took one of those brown nubbins between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle pull.

"Oh Yes! That's it, baby! Mommy loves to have her nipples played with!" As she panted out sexy encouragements, her hands again found themselves in my crotch, playing with my shaft and running her fingernails up and down my length. She seemed to sense just how much pressure I could take without reaching my bursting point.

Deciding to take some initiative, I leaned forward and latched my mouth around one of her distended nipples — the same nipple I'd nursed on as a baby. I felt her shudder and groan as I ran the flat of my tongue over the engorged tip of her breast. Each swipe of my tongue sent a convulsion through her body, and she pressed her breasts more forcefully into my face. I alternated back and forth between them, using my free hand to stimulate whichever nipple I wasn't currently latched on to. I listened with pleasure as her joyful sighs turned into urgent sobs.

All the while, Mom kept up her teasing strokes on my cock. I loved how completely connected I felt to her. It was like we were linked by some psychic bond, each of us knowing exactly how to bring the other maximum pleasure.

Grabbing my shoulders, Mom gently pulled me away from her breasts. With one hand on my chest, she continued pushing me backward until I was leaning on my elbows, my hard cock pointed obscenely in her direction. Mom gave my cock a hungry stare before leaning down and taking it deep into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck! Mom!" I yelled. Her hands on my cock had felt amazing, but they couldn't compare to the wet, warm sensation of her lips and tongue caressing me. With her mouth wrapped tightly around my shaft, she looked me directly in the eyes, smiling out of the corner of her mouth. It was easily the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

For several long minutes, we stared into each other's eyes as she expertly sucked my dick. Most people would call what she was doing to me obscene and depraved, but at the time, all I could think about was how much I loved my mom, and how grateful I was for the pleasure she was giving me.

"Do you like Mommy's mouth, honey?" she asked, briefly pulling away from me as a thick strand of saliva dangled from her chin and dripping down onto her breasts.

"It feels so good, Mom!" I exclaimed. "You're so fucking hot, and your mouth feels so good. Please don't stop!"

"Don't worry, honey. I'll never stop wanting to make you feel good," she said, smiling lovingly up at me before opening wide and returning to her task.

This time, she took me deeper — not stopping until her nose was buried in my pubic hair and I could feel the head of my cock brushing against the back of her throat. For several long moments, Mom held me there, lodged in her throat as she rhythmically swallowed the head of my cock while her tongue writhed against the sensitive underside of my shaft. I'd never felt more intense pleasure in my life, and it took a great force of will to resist the urge to thrust into her mouth.

She took her time rising back up, and I reveled in the feeling of her tongue dragging across my overexcited flesh. Applying gentle suction to the head, she released it with an audible 'pop'. Sensing my hesitation, she said, "You don't need to be so gentle with me. There's a time for gentle, loving sex, but right now, all I want is for you to have your way with me. I want you to use my mouth like you would my pussy until you can't take it anymore. And when you're ready to cum, just let it all go. You have no idea how long I've fantasized about this — about feeling your perfect cock spurting into my mouth and knowing that I caused it — that I was able to do that for you."

Hearing my mother beg for me to come in her mouth was so strange, and yet, so very erotic. There was no doubt that I was going to exactly as she asked. She yelped with glee as I grabbed her head and pulled it back into my crotch, thrusting myself fully back into her eager mouth. I rose up onto my knees, and she stayed right with me, never breaking the airtight seal of her lips against the root of my shaft.

From this position, I found it much easier to thrust into her. I stared down at her, utterly entranced by the way her cheeks sucked in each time I pulled out, only to billow out once more when I thrust deeply into her throat. I could feel the vibrations of her constant moaning each time I entered her, and soon I noticed that her free hand was frigging rapidly between her legs.

The warm, wet, sucking sensations surrounding me were unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and I wanted nothing more than to continue fucking in and out of my mom's face forever. My thrusts became more frantic and harried as I tried to shove as much of myself into her mouth as possible. Each time I buried myself to the hilt in her, she let out a muffled groan of joy. I couldn't believe that she was not only letting me do this, but that she seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as I was.

It wasn't long before I felt my balls begin to tighten in preparation for a massive orgasm. Mom seemed to sense it as well and pulled back until just the head of my cock was in her mouth. To my dismay, she wrapped her fist around the base of my cock, preventing me from thrusting into her. My disappointment was soon replaced with joy, though, as she used her tongue to swirl all around the sensitive head of my cock while rapidly jerking me off with one hand and fondling my balls with the other.

That was all it took to push me over the edge. My muscles tensed, and I felt an immensely pleasurable heat building at the tip of my cock. "Fuck Mom! I'm coming!" I roared as I felt my shaft swell and let loose a gush of sperm into her waiting mouth. She never let up the wet suction on my cock, even as I filled her with shot after shot of hot semen. It was by far the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced, and it just seemed to go on and on as I poured myself into her.

As the blinding surge of pleasure finally began to dim, she pulled away slightly, letting the last dribbles of my sperm shoot out onto her chin and mouth. "You taste so good, Son," she moaned, smiling deliriously up at me, the lower part of her face drenched in a mixture of my cum and her saliva. "Did that feel nice?"

The strange intensity of the moment was so overwhelming that I could barely find the words to respond. I merely grunted and smiled back down at her, nodding my head slightly as I struggled to catch my breath.

She let out an appreciative giggle. Her pride at having had such an effect on me was plainly obvious. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, because I certainly did. I hope you have —"

Her speech was interrupted by a high-pitched wail coming from across the room. I had been so entranced by my first sexual experience with my mom that I'd completely forgotten that we were in a room full of other people.

We turned toward the source of the noise and saw Sharon on her knees, resting her elbows and tits on the bench in front of her. She was facing away from us, giving us a perfect view of Rob's cock as he slowly pushed himself balls deep into her asshole. Sharon cry signaled the start of a powerful orgasm, and I watched in awe as her athletic legs clenched and released in a steady rhythm while a series of lewd grunts and curses flew from her lips.

"Fuck, your cock is so good!" she shrieked. "I've waited all year to feel that thing stretching my asshole! Nghh..." She continued to spew curses and encouragements as Rob started thrusting himself in with deep, languid strokes.

Sitting up next to me, Mom whispered in my ear, "Do you think you'd like to fuck me like that someday?"

"Seriously?" I asked, my cock hardening a bit at the thought. "You'd really let me do that to you?"

"Of course!" she replied. "I love getting fucked in the ass. Your dad says I'm just as tight as when I was a teenager," she added with a playful, yet seductive wink.

I could hardly imagine anything more filthy and exciting than hearing my mom asking if I'd like to fuck her in the ass, but my heart sank at the mention of my dad. I'd been so caught up in my excitement over my first blowjob, that I'd managed to ignore the undeniable fact that I'd been fooling around with another man's wife. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, a monstrous wave of regret washed over me.

"Oh, God... Dad..." I mumbled. "I should have asked him before I..."

Mom looked taken aback for a moment before taking my hand in hers and giving it a comforting squeeze. "It's sweet of you to worry about him, Connor, but there's really no need. Your father and I have been talking about this day for years, now, and he's just as excited about you joining us as I am."

My brows furrowed in confusion. "But... why?"

"Because he loves me more than anything, and he knows how badly I've been wanting this... wanting you," she added, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "He also knows that he's likely to get the fuck of a lifetime while I tell him all about it." She hesitated a beat before saying, "There are... other reasons, too, but that's a conversation for another time."

"You're going to tell him about this... about us?" I asked, my brain still struggling to catch up with everything she was telling me.

"We tell each other everything, honey. Just like at home. It's one of the ways we keep our relationship strong despite everything else going on around us. Plus, I don't think anything gets your dad going more than hearing about all the promiscuous, slutty things I get up to when I'm left to my own devices."

My head swam as I tried to make sense of this strange new version of my mom that had seemingly replaced the woman I'd known for my entire life. Not once in my eighteen years had I ever heard my her talk openly about having sex, much less speaking so calmly and confidently about herself the way she was now. If anyone else had called my mom a slut, I probably would have knocked their teeth out, but here she was saying it all about herself, acting like it was something to be proud of.

Mom seemed to sense my confusion and hesitation. "Sorry," she said. "Was that a little bit too much information?"

"No, No!" I replied, shaking my head emphatically, which had the added effect of clearing out some of my mental cobwebs. "I've just always thought of you as... well — my mom. And now it feels like you're a totally different person. Not a bad person," I quickly added. "Just different. It's all just a lot to take in, I guess..."

Mom smiled and brought me into a tight hug. Despite my confusion, I couldn't ignore the feeling of her soft breasts flattening against my chest. I wondered if she could feel my heart hammering away in my chest as my breath quickened and my cock started to swell.

"I know just how you feel, honey," she said while holding me tight. "I felt the same way about your grandfather on our first night together. A lot of things have changed, and it's going to take some time to get used to it all, but nothing will change the fact that I'm still your mom, and I love you more than life itself. That's something that will never change. Not ever."

Finally pulling away from her tight embrace, she gave me a long, searching stare before leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on my forehead, just as she'd done countless times in the past. In that tiny moment, everything felt almost normal.

"I love you too, Mom," I whispered. I'd said those words countless times in the past, often times without even thinking about what they meant. This time, though, I meant it in every possible sense of the word.

"I know, baby," she whispered, her eyes glistening with emotion.

Without even realizing what I was doing, I found myself leaning forward until our faces were mere inches apart. I could feel her breath, quick and hot against my cheek. Her lips parted, and without thinking, I pressed myself against her, kissing her like my life depended on it.

Mom let out a breathy moan and kissed me back, meeting my advances with unchecked passion of her own. A shiver ran down my spine when her lips parted further and I felt her wet tongue slide into my mouth. I'd kissed a few girls in the past, but none of those moments came anywhere close to this. My past experiences had been exciting, sure, but they'd also been hurried and tinged with the inherent awkwardness that came along with nervousness and inexperience.

If there was one thing I was quickly learning about my mom, it was that she was anything but inexperienced. Her kisses were passionate and possessive. Placing one hand on my neck, she held me close, mashing our faces together, joining our mouths in a wet, writhing mass of lips and tongue. She seemed to want to suck my entire mouth into her own, which was a problem, because I wanted to do the same thing to her. My cock surged immediately back to full hardness, and a second later, I was groaning into Mom's mouth as I felt her fingers wrap around my bloated shaft. Behind every erotic sensation was the filthy, inescapable truth that the woman who was getting me so turned on was my own mother.

There was no ignoring it. Everything about her — the texture of her skin, the specific tenor of her moaning, her familiar scent of her perfume, and the taste of her saliva in my mouth felt weirdly comforting and familiar. On some level, I knew what we were doing was wrong, but as I made out with my beautiful mom, all I could think about was how warm, safe, and loved I felt in her arms. Even as the room filled with a growing cacophony of lewd moans and slapping flesh, all I could think about was how much I loved my mom, and how nice it would be to have my first time with her.

"Touch me, Connor," she moaned, turning her head to the side as I kept planting fervent kisses on her cheek and down her neck. "You're doing so... so good, baby, but I need more. I want to feel my son's hands all over me... touching... squeezing... loving me..."

Without waiting for a response, Mom grabbed my hand and pushed it flat against her lower stomach, so the tips of my fingers were just barely brushing against the edge of her pubic hair. At the same time, she spread her legs wider, giving me free reign to explore. We both trembled with nervous excitement as my hand crept lower, my fingers combing through her feminine curls as they drew closer and closer to her womanhood.

Her whole body tensed when my middle finger finally pushed into her wet gash, grazing against her clit in the process. She let out an excited little squeak of joy and rolled her hips forward, mashing my fingers more firmly into her warm slit. "Oh yes..." she moaned, all of her pent up excitement seeming to burst out of her in one deep exhalation. "Feel me up, baby."

My heart hammered wildly in my chest as I eagerly complied, fully cupping her wet mound in the palm of my hand as the tip of my middle finger moved back and forth in her slick opening. Of course, I'd known that girls got wet when they were turned on, but I wasn't prepared for just how hot and slick my mom's pussy would be. Her entire crotch was drenched in her lubrication. It coated my palm, and I could feel it dripping down between my fingers as I rubbed into her.

I'd been so distracted by my eager explorations and Mom's filthy talk that I'd stopped kissing her neck. Mom took the opportunity to pull back, meeting my eyes once again and smiling warmly back at me. For several long moments, we merely stared at each other as I slid my fingers back and forth inside of her, reveling in the sheer excitement of touching my mom's most private spot. I was struck by her beauty — her blue eyes, high-cheekbones, and long, pointed nose were so familiar, but I'd never seen her in this light before. She was a beautiful woman, and despite the strangeness of it all, I felt incredibly lucky that she, of all people, was going to be my first.

As if she could read my mind, her smile widened and she said, "Feel how wet I am?"

I nodded dumbly back at her.

"That means I'm ready... ready for you to fuck me, baby. Would you like that?"

"Oh, god, Mom. Are you sure?" I asked, still not quite believing that this was really happening despite all evidence to the contrary.

"I'm sure, Connor," she replied, winking at me as she pulled out of my embrace.

My breath caught in my throat, and I started to feel light-headed as she lifted one of her legs and placed it on the other side of the bench, giving me my first real glimpse at her splayed open cunt. With both feet planted firmly on the ground, she leaned back further, supporting herself on her elbows and giving me a fully unobstructed view of her naked body. My gaze immediately fell between her legs to her drooling slit. My mouth hung open in silent fascination as I stared at her.

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Clearly flattered by my excitement, Mom spread her legs wider encouraging me to keep molesting her with my eyes. Reaching down with both hands, she spread her plump outer lips, revealing the pulsing ring of pink flesh within, daring me to imagine how incredible it would feel to cram my cock into that tight, fleshy little hole.

"I'll show you how everything works later," she said, grinning at the look of boyish fascination on my face. "But for now, I just want you to fuck me. Just do whatever feels good, and when you can't hold back anymore, I want you to cum inside of me."

"But what if you don't... um... get there?" I asked, still very unused to talking about sex and orgasms so openly.

"That's very considerate of you," she said, "But I've been right on the edge ever since you came in my mouth," she said, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. "I've been waiting for this moment for a very... very long time. Trust me. Feeling my son's beautiful cock filling me up for the first time will be more than enough to get me there. Now get down here and fuck me," she demanded, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of playfulness and desperate arousal.

With my knees between her spread legs, I positioned myself on top of her, placing my palms on either side of her head for support. Mom and I were face to face yet again, each of us panting heavily with mutual arousal. Reaching down between us, she gripped my fully erect cock with both hands and pointed it downward. A second later, I was moaning as she moved my cock-head up and down, coating it in her fluids.

"That feels so amazing, Mom," I said. "I can't believe how good this feels..."

"We're just getting started, baby," she replied, smiling lovingly up at me. As she spoke, she settled my cock against her entrance. I could feel her inner lips forming a seal against my crown, giving me an enticing preview of the pulsing warmth that lay just inside.

"Now, take me," she whispered, her eyes burning with need. Removing her hands from my cock, she wrapped them around my waist and pulled, drawing me into her warm sheath.

Nothing I'd experienced in life could have prepared me for how amazing it would feel to sink my cock balls deep into my mom's pussy. Mom's mouth hung slack and her eyes took on a hazy glow as I sunk into her, her insides resisting me even as she moaned her approval and urged me on. She gasped, choking on her own breath when I finally bottomed out in her, my cock-head mashing up against the back wall of her vagina.

"Oh god, baby," she moaned. "It feels so nice to have you back inside me. My handsome son..." Her legs lifted upward, wrapping around and settling on top of my own, holding me in place. "Stay just like this... please? I need a minute to get used to you... and it just feels so nice..."

I was happy to oblige. The feeling of entering her had been so overwhelming that doing anything other than staying completely still would have undoubtedly made me lose control. Even so, Mom's pussy seemed to be doing everything in its power to make me cum. Her velvety walls seemed to clutch desperately at my shaft, pulsing and squeezing me as it reacted to every small movement my cock made inside of her. Each involuntary twitch of my cock was met by the feeling of her clenching down on me, igniting my desire for more.

As our genitals grew accustomed to one another, Mom and I stared silently into each other's eyes. I'd never felt so completely connected to another person before. I could feel each of her halting breaths and trembling sighs and her heart hammering away in her chest. On some level, I was aware that we weren't alone — that the whole room was filled with friends who were also having their first sexual experiences with a parent, but the sounds of their desperate groans didn't reach me.

"I love you, Connor," she whispered, craning her neck upwards in an obvious invitation.

"I love you too, Mom. So much..."

Then I kissed her, tenderly at first, then with more intensity and passion. Moments later our tongues were once again writhing wetly against each other, vying for dominance in each others' mouths. At the same time, it felt like the entire length of her pussy was getting tighter and wetter. I could feel her belly quivering beneath me as her inner muscles clenched and released in a jerky tempo.

"Oh, god, I'm so close, baby. I need you to fuck me now," she moaned, her lips making a wet sucking sound as they tore away from mine. "Just do whatever feels natural — whatever feels good."

As if her words weren't enough invitation, her legs loosened their grip on me and started pushing at me, urging my hips to grind into her.

"Yesss... That's it, honey," she moaned as I pulled back an inch or two and gave an experimental thrust back inside. "You don't need to be gentle with me, honey. Go ahead and fuck me hard and deep. Ram that perfect cock into me. Make yourself feel so good in Mommy's pussy."

This time I pulled back farther, sighing at the sensation of air cooling on my slimy, overheated cock. My entire length slid out of her, until the crown of my cock-head was once again resting snugly against her entrance. The look of desperate pleading on my mom's face was an expression I'd never seen before. She wasn't just doing this for me. She was every bit as turned on as I was, maybe even more so.

A second later, I slammed back into her, nearly losing myself to the wonderful feeling of wet friction as my cock scraped the sensitive walls of my mom's cunt. She screamed and clutched at my back. She couldn't hold me there, though. Sliding in and out of her felt too good. I wanted to do it again and again and never stop. By my second or third thrust, Mom's screams had devolved into a nearly incoherent babble of excited noises and lewd encouragements.

"Nnghh... F-F-Fuck me! Don't stop, baby... I'm guh-guh... gonna cum!"

Suddenly Mom's whole body went stiff, and it felt like her pussy was collapsing in on me, squeezing me with the full force of her internal muscles. I felt a warm gush of wetness splash against my belly and thighs as all of her pent up excitement seemed to boil over in a series of shuddering contractions and lewd moans.

It was more than I could take. Knowing that my mom was having an orgasm was all it took to trigger another powerful cum of my own. My long, hard thrusts turned into quick, urgent contractions as I started spurting cum deep inside of her. I wasn't even a little bit prepared for the blinding pleasure of cumming inside of a woman's pussy. There was no escaping the relentless pressure of her slick walls pulsing and squeezing around me. Every ripple and contraction of her wet, cumming cunt sent lightning bolts of pleasure through my body. By the time it was over, all I could do was lay on top of her, panting desperately as the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life made me shiver.

"That was so good, baby," Mom whispered, her lips right up against my ear. "You made me feel so good..." She held me close, soothing and comforting me as I recovered, finally releasing me when I started to sit up straight on the bench.

"I can't believe we did that," I mumbled, grinning back at her as I ran my hands through my hair.

"It was perfect, Connor — You were perfect," she said, beaming back at me with a million-watt smile. "Your grandma always said that taking your uncle Ryan's virginity was the most exciting thing she'd ever done, and... Wow — Now I know exactly where she's coming from."

My mind reeled at the thought of my sweet old grandmother doing something so taboo and nasty with her son. Nothing in a lifetime of experiences had lead me to believe that either of them would do such a thing. But then again, I'd just done it myself, and it had been the most amazing experience of my life.

"So, what do you think?" she asked, breaking my train of thought. "Is Camp Hideaway everything you hoped it would be?"

"Well... no," I replied, grinning back at her. "But only because I never in a million years could have hoped for something like this."

"It is pretty unbelievable," she admitted. Sitting up, she wrapped her arm around my waist and held me close. "I've always felt so lucky that we have a place like this — a place where we can do what we want to do and be who we want to be. And now I feel even luckier that I finally get to share it all with you. We're going to have so much fun this summer..."

Her voice trailed off as she rested her head on my shoulder, and for a while, I just stared down at her pretty face in silently wonderment and disbelief. I couldn't remember ever feeling happier or more content.

Of course, it couldn't last. At some point, my ears had finally started to register the sounds of sex that seemed to grow louder and more desperate with each passing moment. Unable to resist, I glanced away from Mom, taking in the sights and sounds of the room for the first time since this all began. The tableau laid out before me was almost too much for my overworked brain to handle.

To my right, my best friend, Matt was sitting on his bench with his legs spread wide. His mom was on her knees before him, her head bobbing up and down in his lap, undoubtedly sucking his dick. From the dumbstruck look on his face, she seemed to be doing an excellent job. Mrs. Phillips was a bit heavier than Mom, but not what anyone would call fat. I spent several long moments staring at the wide expanse of her ass and the pink lips of her shaved pussy which poked between them. A thick runnel of white fluid was leaking out of her and down the insides of her legs, and I knew that Matt had just done to his mom exactly what I'd done to mine.

"I almost forgot that they were all here," I mumbled.

"That's a good thing," Mom replied. "Sometimes new members have a hard time performing in front of a crowd. That's part of the reason we do orientation in a big group like this — to start getting people used to the idea that sex is a fun activity that should be shared, not something dirty and private."

"I guess that makes sense. What's the other reason?"

Mom turned her head up, meeting my gaze with a playful smile. "Because it's fun to watch," she said, giving me a wink before nuzzling herself back into the crook of my shoulder.

"It really is..." I muttered, licking my lips as I stared at Mrs. Phillips oozing cunt. A dirty thrill ran down my spine as I imagined kneeling down behind her and cleaning up that messy hole with my tongue. I pushed that image away almost as soon as it came, hardly believing that I would even consider doing something so disgusting.

"Matt's a lucky guy," Mom whispered, following my gaze over to my best friend and his mom. "Karen gives amazing head."

Grateful for the distraction, I turned back to her and said, "And you know this... how?"

Mom just smiled up at me and gave me a playful wink.

"Oh, my god. Seriously?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice at the level of a whisper. "You...? And Matt's mom...?"

"MmmHmm. More times than I can count," she replied. "We have been friends ever since we were teenagers."

Even after everything that had happened, my mind still reeled at this new revelation, and my cock began showing new signs of life as I pictured my mom having sex with the mature woman who was busy devouring my best friend's cock. "So does that mean that you're bisexual, then?" I asked, genuinely curious about yet another hidden facet of my mom's personality.

Her lips scrunched up in the corner of her mouth, and she looked up at the ceiling as she put more thought into the question than I'd expected. "If you mean, do I enjoy having sex with both men and women, then yes, but most of the people you'll meet here don't have much use for labels like that."

I furrowed my brow in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"It'll make more sense once you start getting used to this place. But one of the unique side-effects of being around so many different types of people and so many different sexual situations is that your standards for sexuality become a bit more... fluid."

Sensing that I was more confused than ever, she pointed to the other side of the room. "Take Brandon and Stephen, over there for instance."

My jaw practically hit the floor at the sight that greeted me. Mom and I had a perfect, profile view of Brandon as he knelt on the bench, his muscular ass angled upward as his dad fucked into him from behind.

"Holy shit, Brandon's gay?" I asked, hardly comprehending the possibility that one of the biggest jocks at the youth camp was secretly into guys. Without waiting for response, I asked, "And is his dad gay, too?"

"No. He's not, and that's the point I was trying to make. Stephen and Sherry have been together for as long as I can remember, and I know first-hand how much he loves sex with women, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy a hot, hard fuck with his son, too. Having sex with a man doesn't negate all the times he's had sex with women — no one's going to come and revoke his straight card, certainly no one here, at least."

As Mom spoke, I watched in wide-eyed fascination as Stephen reached around Brandon's waist and started stroking his son's hard cock in time with his thrusts. Brandon's body sagged, and his eyes rolled back in his head at the fresh stimulation. As he drove his cock repeatedly into his son's son's ass, Stephen leaned farther forward, pressing his hairy chest against Brandon's muscular back and started planting loving kisses along his neck and shoulders. They both looked deliriously happy.

Until that moment, I'd never truly considered the possibility of having sex with another man. And yet, there was something about watching this father-son pairing that I found strangely enthralling. Despite having cum twice in the space of fifteen minutes or so, my cock started to swell. I'd always avoided any kind of pornography that even had a whiff of male homosexuality to it, assuming it would be a turn off. The fact that I couldn't tear my eyes away from Brandon and his dad, and that my cock was quickly reaching full hardness, frightened me a little.

"You like watching them, don't you?" Mom asked, grinning as she eyed my rapidly inflating cock.

"No! I — uh..." Panicking, I reached between my legs in an embarrassingly futile attempt to hide my shameful erection from my mom's gaze. "I was just —"

"It's okay, Connor," she said, interrupting me as she gently pulled my hand away from my crotch. "There's nothing at all to be embarrassed about."

"But I'm not —"

Placing a finger to my lips, she shushed me before I could finish my empty proclamation. "I know you're not gay, Connor. The cum dripping out of me is proof enough of that. This is why labels don't work here. If you try to define your sexuality in just one, specific way, you're closing yourself off to a lot of potentially amazing experiences."

"If something turns you on, then enjoy it. If it doesn't, then go find something else that does, and do that instead. No one here is going to judge you, so why waste time judging yourself?"

She had a point, but it was still a lot to wrap my head around.

"Besides," she whispered, her smile turning devious as she reached down to take my slippery, hard cock in hand. "You do like watching them... don't you?"

"Yeah... I guess I do," I reluctantly admitted.

"Mmm... me too," Mom said, humming with excitement as she traced a fingernail up and down on the sensitive ridge between my cock-head and shaft. "So many hard, straining muscles... and so much cock. I don't know what it is, but there's something about seeing a man's hard dick bobbing up and down while he gets fucked that makes me so wet."

Before I could respond, Stephen let out a grunt and pulled back, letting the full length of his cock slide out of his son's asshole. I was shocked by the size of him. I couldn't help but wonder how that long, thick penis would feel inside my own ass. From the look of disappointment on his son's face, I had to assume that it felt pretty fucking good.

As by some unspoken signal, Brandon turned around and dropped to his knees beside the bench. Without a second's hesitation, he leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around Stephen's cock-head. Reaching upward, he replaced Stephen's hand with his own and started vigorously pumping his dad's cock into his mouth. Letting out a desperate growl, Stephen's hands knotted in his son's hair and started fucking Brandon's face with quick, shallow strokes.

His grunts of pleasure quickly turned into a long, wailing moan, and a second later, Brandon's adams apple was bobbing up and down as he frantically tried to swallow all of his dad's cum. Despite his best efforts, a few runnels of creamy spunk crept out around the corner of his mouth and down his chin.

My own cock swelled and twitched in Mom's hand as I watched my friend eagerly gulp down his own father's sperm. "Mmm... What a nasty boy," Mom murmured. I couldn't be sure whether she was talking about Brandon sucking the cock that had, only seconds earlier, been buried to the root in his own asshole, or to me for being so incredibly aroused by the whole scene. I supposed that at that point, it really didn't matter.

Eventually, Stephen pulled away from his son's sucking mouth. Dropping to his knees, he met his son in a wet, cum-filled kiss. I watched his tongue push into Brandon's mouth, no doubt tasting his own musky flavor on his son's lips. Despite the strange eroticism of what they'd just done, I could sense the love and contentment between them. Brandon beamed with happiness as he made out with his dad, their tongues intertwining as their hands openly caressed each other's hard, muscular bodies.

When their kiss ended, Mr. Reed said something to his son that I couldn't make out. Brandon grinned and gave an eager nod before moving to take a seat on the bench behind him and spreading his legs. For a brief moment, I had an unobstructed view of his big dick before his dad lowered his head to his crotch and started sucking, blocking my view with the back of his head.

"What are you thinking about?" Mom asked. Despite her best efforts to maintain a carefully neutral tone, the excited tremble in her voice was unmistakable. The fact that I was enjoying the homoerotic performance before me was turning her on. It was the only thing that gave me the courage to be honest with her.

"What it would be like... to..."

Despite my best efforts, I still found it difficult to put my repressed desires into words.

"...to suck cock?" she asked, finishing my sentence for me.

I hesitated and swallowed nervously before finally giving a quick nod.

"Oh, Connor, baby," she purred, rubbing her face tenderly against my shoulder as she kept moving her fist up and down on my cock. "You're going to love it — feeling hard, pulsing flesh against your tongue, feeling so vulnerable, but also so completely in control of another man's pleasure. There's nothing quite like it."

"Do you really think that someone will want to do that... with me?" I asked.

Mom let out a quick bark of a laugh, which I hoped wouldn't draw the attention of the rest of the room. "You're kidding, right?" she asked. "A hot young guy like you will have men, women, and everything in-between falling over themselves for the opportunity to be with you. In fact, I think you've got at least one admirer, right now."

Glancing back in Brandon's direction, I saw that he was looking right at me, or more specifically, at my cock. A second later, he realized that he'd been caught and shot his eyes up to mine. Panic and embarrassment flashed over his face even as his dad's head kept bobbing in his lap. If it wasn't for my mom's encouraging words, I probably would have quickly glanced away. Instead, I gave him the most reassuring smile and nod that I could muster. Being the object of another man's desires was a weird feeling, but there was no denying that Brandon was a good looking guy. I couldn't help but be at least a little bit flattered by his attention.

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

"I could give you some pointers, you know," Mom said. "I do know a thing or two about making a man feel good, after all. Ooh! — or, better yet, I'm sure if you asked nice, Karen would even be willing to share some of her pro tips."

My cock surged at the thought of my mom and her best friend teaching me how to give head. I couldn't help but glance over in Mrs. Phillips' direction. Turning to face me, my best friend's mom gave an arch smile and raised her eyebrows suggestively. If there was any doubt that she'd overheard our conversation, it was instantly erased when she lowered her head back into her son's lap. She kept her eyes locked on mine as her tongue slid out of her mouth, fully engulfing the underside of Matt's long, thin penis before taking his full length deep into her throat.

My face turned a thousand shades of red as she grinned at me through the corners of her mouth. I'd barely taken the first steps toward admitting that I might not be 100% straight, and my friend's Mom had already overheard me talking about sucking dick. If it wasn't for the captivating sight of her licking and sucking on her son's penis and the feeling of my own mom's soft fingers stroking my own erection, I would have been tempted to run away and hide.

"See. Nothing to be embarrassed about," Mom said, flashing a knowing grin in her best friend's direction. "Karen's an artist with her mouth, and you wouldn't be the first to come to her for some guidance. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Matt gets some practice with his dad and brother this very evening."

"Not a chance," I said, feeling much more confident in Matt's heterosexuality than my own.

"Hm. We'll see," she replied with a casual shrug. "But something tells me that when the time comes, he won't say no. This place tends to have that kind of effect on people."

While Mom talked, I kept my eyes locked on Mrs. Phillips, mesmerized by the way her throat bulged obscenely every time she lowered her head into Matt's lap. Thick streams of saliva dripped from her lips down to the floor below, and I could hear wet gagging sounds as his cock slid freely back and forth into her face.

My stomach roiled in confusion as I found myself wondering what it would be like to take her place. Part of me recoiled at the thought — terrified of at these unfamiliar desires that I'd never acknowledged before. At the same time, I couldn't help but remember what Mom had said and know that she was right. My mouth watered at the thought of licking and sucking on my friend's dick. I hadn't a clue what he would taste like, but somehow I knew for sure that I'd like it.

It wasn't just the act itself that excited me, either. Matt was my best friend. We'd known each other for as long as I could remember, and I liked him more than most people I knew. As strange as it was, there was something about the thought of doing something so intimate and nasty with him that made me feel warm and happy inside.

As my mind raced with the exciting possibilities, I kept my eyes locked on his long, thin cock as it slid in and out of his mom's mouth, too scared to glance upward and find out whether he'd seen me staring. I wasn't sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved when I saw that his attention was focused elsewhere. I couldn't help but grin when I traced the path of his gaze to its source.

Of course.

In the opposite corner, Amy Woods was laying belly-first on a bench, howling with glee as her dad steadily fucked her from behind. I'd never really thought of Amy as anything more than a close friend, but that had never stopped me from fantasising about her huge breasts and wondering what they would look like hanging naked and free.

Now I knew.

Amy's tits were so big that, rather than flattening underneath her torso, they pushed outward and hung off either side of the bench. Like Matt, I was instantly mesmerized by the sight of her meaty breasts as they jiggled and swayed with each quick thrust of her father's cock.

Actually, it wasn't just her breasts that moved with the motion of her dad's cock — It was everything. Every part of my friend's naked body looked incredibly soft and round, like a big, comfortable pillow that was just made to be fucked. Without even realizing it, my conflicted fantasies about Matt were replaced with images of me in Mr. Woods' place, digging my fingers into the fleshy cheeks of her ass as I rutted away inside of her.

I'd never met her dad before, but the resemblance between them was striking. Like his daughter, his face was round and friendly looking, only he had a thick, grey mustache. He was older than I'd expected him to be — maybe somewhere in his mid-fifties and, like his daughter, was on the heavier side. His belly was big and round and rested comfortably on the shelf of his Amy's plump ass while he fucked her. The same grey hair that covered his head covered the rest of his body as well. I couldn't see his cock, but from the noises coming out of Amy's mouth, it seemed more than capable of meeting her needs.

"Brad's such a great lover. He's so big and warm and comfy. It's almost like fucking a giant teddy-bear," Mom said. "And from the look of things, your friend is going to be the same way."

I just nodded, momentarily lost in the mental image of this older man's big, hairy body on top of my mom, her legs spread wide as he had his way with her. The thought made me shiver with the same mixture of disgust and unspeakable excitement that was becoming all too familiar, and my cock gave another involuntary lurch in my mom's hand.

"Mmm... does that turn you on?" she asked, her voice suddenly sounding velvety and seductive. "Do you like thinking about your mom acting like a filthy whore? Letting hairy old men use me for sex?"

At a complete loss for words, I babbled idiotically for a moment or two, wondering if I'd ever get used to hearing my mom talk this way. Finally, I gave up and let out a desperate, incoherent moan. Taking that as all the affirmation she needed, Mom started stroking me harder.

"Look around the room, baby" she whispered, her fist pounding up and down in my lap. "Except for Brandon and Matt, there isn't a man here who hasn't had his cock in me — most of them more times than I can remember."

I shivered with a mixture of excitement and revulsion as I pictured my friends' parents taking turns fucking and cuming in my beautiful mother. It should have been horrifying — imagining a group of older men using her body that way, but thinking about my mom acting like an unrepentant whore excited me in ways I'd never felt before.

Turning back to face her, I was struck by the jarring familiarity of her smile. She wasn't the least big ashamed of herself — if anything, she seemed relieved. As conflicted as I was over hearing each of these new revelations, I had to imagine that Mom's nervousness leading up to this moment had been worse.

"Why are you telling me all this?" I finally asked, my voice coming out in a throaty rasp.

"Because I want you to believe me when I say that I've never been more turned on in my life than I was when your cock was inside of me."

Her words cut through all of my confusion like a knife, and my cock surged in her grasp. It took an immense amount of willpower to stop myself from spewing my load all over the floor. I badly needed to cum, but not here. Not like this.

"Oh, God... Me too," I moaned. "Can I fuck you again, Mom? Please? I want to cum in you so fucking bad."

Mom's eyes sparkled with lust. "You don't ever need to ask me that, baby. If you want me, then take me. Whenever. Wherever. However," she said. "I don't care, so long as I get to feel my boy's perfect cock inside of me."

That was all I needed to hear. A split-second later, and I was on her. My mouth mashed against her lips in a quick, forceful kiss before I started pulling her down to the floor. I knew exactly what I wanted, and Mom seemed more than willing to go along with my plans. She surrendered to me, allowing me to tug and pull her into the position I wanted, almost as if she was my own personal sex toy.

When I was through, Mom was facing away from me, with her elbows propped on the bench and her knees spread wide enough to give me an unobstructed view of her plump pussy lips hanging between her legs like two halves of a ripe peach. The remnants of my previous orgasm clung to her pubic hair, forming a frothy white ring around her opening.

I couldn't wait a moment longer. Scooting forward, I slotted the head of my cock between her wet lips and pushed forward, letting out a great sigh as I slid my cock into my mom's pussy in one steady stroke.

"Oh! Yes! Fuck Yes!" Mom groaned. "You feel so fucking good inside of me... so fucking good..."

Unable to put words to my emotions, I let out another throaty growl and kept thrusting deeper and deeper until the firm cheeks of her ass were pressing against my abdomen and the head of my cock mashed against the back wall of her cunt. Mom let out a delirious wail, and I felt her whole body shiver at my deep penetration. Missionary had been fun, but I was quickly seeing the advantages of fucking a woman from behind. My cock felt like it was impossibly deep inside of her, and evidently, Mom felt the exact same way.

"Fuck me, baby," she insisted, casting a loving smile over her sholder and moving her hips back and forth for emphasis. "I want to feel that big sexy cock moving around inside of me."

Once again, I was struck with that same feeling of strange unreality at the sound of my own mother begging me for sex, but I didn't let it slow me down. I was more than happy to do exactly what she wanted because it was what I wanted, too.

I kept my eyes on my cock as I pulled outward, completely entranced by the sight of her pink pussy lips clinging to me, trying desperately to pull me back into her pussy. When only my head remained, I slid forward yet again, moaning desperately as I felt every bump and ridge of my mom's privates as she held me in her tight embrace. She felt more gooey and wet inside than she had before, and I realized I must be feeling the remnants of my previous orgasm still sloshing around inside of her.

"That's it, honey," Mom moaned. "No need to rush. Just fuck me nice and slow. I want this one to last."

I did as she asked, fighting against the cave-man part of my brain that told me to jam my cock into her as hard and fast as I could. Fortunately, I soon realized that there were some benefits to taking my time.

Our first fuck had been incredible, but the sensations had been so overwhelming that I hardly knew what was happening until it was practically too late. This time, I had the opportunity to appreciate just how amazing my mom's pussy felt. There was something about being inside of her that just felt so comfortable — almost like the feeling of coming home after a long vacation. She was so warm and wet and soft, and I couldn't help but feel like my cock was exactly where it was meant to be.

It wasn't just her pussy that delighted me either, though. My gaze traveled upward, taking in the lines of her back, enjoying the sight of her muscles shifting underneath her pale skin as I slowly fucked her. I moved one of my hands from her hip to trace a slow line up the length of her spine, from her tailbone all the way up to the nape of her neck.

"Mmm..." Mom purred. "I love the way you touch me, baby. Your hands feel so nice..."

"I'm glad," I whispered, grinning with pride at the effect my actions were having on her.

As before, the room was filled with a cacophony of moans, filthy expletives, and the wet slapping of flesh. In my current position, I had a clear view of it all. I was no stranger to pornography and had seen plenty of wild stuff by that point in my life, but none of those videos came close to the mind-boggling scene that was playing out before my very eyes.

Across from me, Brandon and his dad sat side-by-side, each of them with a hand in the other's lap, lazily stroking each other's cocks. Neither of them seemed like they were in any hurry to cum. My eyes met Brandon's again, but this time, I was too turned on to feel much embarrassment. I flashed him a confident smile, which he returned. At the same time, I thrust deep and hard into my mom's pussy for emphasis.

"OH!" Mom yelped, her voice coming out in a sharp squeak.

Brandon's eyes flicked down to see my mom's reaction. I wasn't sure why, but I wanted him to know how much my mom liked getting fucked by me. Evidently he liked what he saw because his smile got even wider, and he lifted his hips, thrusting himself more fully into his dad's fist.

Was he thinking about what it would be like to get fucked by me? Was I wondering the same thing?

Before I had time to ponder the question my attention was drawn away by another shriek, and a flurry of motion in the corner of my eye. Next to the cushioned bench to his right, my ex-girlfriend, Jenny Rhodes was getting the shit fucked out of her by her own father. But it wasn't just her dad who was sliding his dick in and out of her. At some point, Rob, our old camp counselor, had come over to join them, and now, Jenny's was the meat in their sandwich.

The two men were on their feet, and she hung limp between them, her toes barely touching the ground as they see-sawed in and out of her pussy and asshole. If it wasn't for the delirious smile on her face and her constant stream of incoherent moaning, I might have been worried for her.

A tiny voice in the back of my mind told me that I should feel jealous. I'd been crushing on Jenny for years before I'd finally worked up the courage to ask her out, and I'd spent spent most of my winter break in a depressive funk over the slow deterioration of our relationship. We'd never done anything other than kiss, and now I was watching her take it up the ass from our camp counselor while her own father fucked her and mauled her breasts.

To my great surprise, however, I found that I was nothing but happy for her. She looked like she was having the time of her life, and I really had no right to complain, seeing as how I was currently dick deep in my own mother. Besides, if what my mom said about this place was true — and it seemed more and more likely that it was — maybe getting back together with her wouldn't be as impossible as I'd thought.

I watched them for several long minutes, practically salivating as I saw one of the prettiest girls I knew do things that I never imagined I'd get a chance to see in real life. All the while, I kept up my slow, deliberate strokes in Mom's cunt, enjoying the way she bucked and heaved beneath me whenever I poked at some mysterious spot deep inside of her body.

"It's fun to watch, isn't it," she said.

"'Fun' doesn't even start to cover it," I replied.

To emphasize my excitement, I ground my hips against her ass, rubbing my cock against her slick walls and eliciting another desperate moan that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep within her.

"Speaking of..." she said. "It looks like we're not the only ones who enjoy a good show."

Even though she was facing away from me, I could picture the sly smile on her face just from her tone of voice.

I assumed she was, once again, trying to draw my attention back to Brandon, but she wasn't looking in that direction. Instead, her head was angled to the right. Following her gaze, my eyes went wide when I saw Zoe Ross sitting on her bench, flanked on either side by her dad and Sharon, who had apparently joined the two of them after finishing up with Rob. One of her hands was wrapped around her dad's cock, and the other was shoved between Sharon's legs. For some reason, she was still fully dressed, but that hadn't stopped her dad from cupping the crotch of her jeans while our old camp counselor's hands pushed underneath her blouse, no doubt cupping and squeezing Zoe's modest breasts.

Through it all, her gaze was locked dead-set on me and my mom. A faint smile played across her features as she watched us fuck, and for the first time in a long time, I was struck by just how pretty she really was. Her thin, feminine lips, thick rimmed glasses, and the faint spray of freckles across her short, up-turned nose gave her a charmingly innocent demeanor that contrasted sharply with her actions.

More so than with Amy, Brandin, or even Jenny, I found myself wanting to join the three of them. I wanted to pull off every inch of her clothing and see whether the rest of her body was as adorably fuckable as her face. And if I had to guess from the look on her face, she'd let me.

Or at least I thought she would.

At some point, Zoe seemed to realize that I was scrutinizing her just as closely as she was me, and in an instant, everything changed. Her placid smile turned to a horrified frown, and her pale cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. Her whole body seemed to tense up, drawing concerned looks from both Sharon and her dad.

This wasn't the same look of sheepish embarrassment I'd shared with the other members of our group — not by a long shot. Zoe looked legitimately terrified at the thought of me watching her do something so raunchy, which in hindsight, made perfect sense. Given how painfully shy she'd been in high-school, I was kind of surprised that she'd made it as far as she had.

Sensing her distress, her dad whispered something in her ear. I couldn't hear, but I had to assume that he was offering her the same words of comfort and encouragement that my mom has given me.

Whatever he'd said, though, apparently had no effect as Zoe gave a definitive shake of her head and started standing up. Sharon looked a bit disappointed, but she didn't protest as Zoe took her father's hand and practically dragged him out of the room, just barely giving him time to gather up his clothes before joining her retreat.

What the hell just happened? I asked myself. I knew that Zoe was about as introverted as it gets, but that hadn't stopped her from giving her dad a handjob in full view of everyone else in the room. Why'd she freak out as soon as I started watching?

My cock started to wilt as my thoughts distracted me from the pleasant sensation of my mom's wet pussy. As if she could read my mind, she said, "It's not your fault, Connor. Everybody reacts a little bit differently when they learn about this place. Some people, like your friend Jenny, over there, jump right in..."

At the mention of her name, I glanced back in Jenny's direction. My cock immediately surged back to full hardness when I saw her on her knees, still positioned between her dad and Rob as the two men furiously jerked off, their cocks pointed directly at her face.

"But for some people, it's not so easy. Zoe's just one of those people."

"But why did she run away when I started watching?"

"You'd have to ask her," Mom said. "But if I had to guess, it's probably because you're the only person here who knows her. Sometimes it's easier to cut loose and do something wild in front of strangers than it is with people who might judge you."

As logical as mom's response was, I couldn't help but be disappointed at the thought of Zoe fleeing in mortal terror every time I walked by.

"So do you think she's going to avoid me all summer?" I asked.

"I doubt it. She'll probably just need more time to adjust than the rest of you. If she's anything like the rest of her family, I'm sure she'll fit in here just fine."

In all the time I'd known Zoe Ross, it never once occurred to me that my parents knew hers, and once again, I found myself marveling at the the double-life my mom had been living in secret. Mostly, though, I felt relieved. Even if I never got the opportunity to fool around with my cute lab partner, I still hoped we could renew our lapsed friendship.

"In the mean-time," Mom said, "why don't we focus on the task at hand," she added with a sexy little wiggle of her hips.

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

"Yes mam!" I exclaimed as I returned my full attention back to fucking my mom's hot little cunt.

I still had almost no idea what I was doing, but something told me that Mom was ready for me to pick up the pace. I thrust into her harder and faster, enjoying the wet suction of her pussy while my hands roamed all over her body. First, I scratched and rubbed at her back before moving around to her sides. When I felt her pussy clench tight around my cock, I knew I was on to something. My fingers gently explored her sensitive flanks as she bucked and writhed beneath me. Her hips started moving faster on my cock, so I followed suit, thrusting into her with long, heavy strokes. Sweat beaded on her skin, and to my surprise, I found myself leaning forward and running my tongue along her warm flesh, sampling the taste of her salty perspiration.

"Oh, Connor..." she sobbed. "I love you so much, baby. You make me feel so fucking good..."

"I love you too, Mom," I said, leaning even farther forward until my lips were right up next to her ear. Not knowing how she would react, I traced my tongue from her earlobe down to the side of her neck.

She froze in place, pushing her pussy down hard on my cock. Her pussy suddenly felt thick and full as her insides seemed to swell around my cock. By that point, the full length of my torso was pressed against her back, and I could feel her whole body seize up beneath me.

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" she moaned through clenched teach. "You're going to make me cum so fucking hard!"

All of my self-control vanished, and before I knew it, I was slamming myself into her as fast and as hard as I could. Her cunt bore down on my cock, almost like she was trying to push me out. If it wasn't for the thick lubrication that seemed to bathe my cock with each thrust, she might have succeeded.

As I fucked her, my hands roamed higher, each of them covering one of her hanging breasts and giving them a firm squeeze. Mom let out a desperate moan of approval, and I felt her pussy clench down on me followed by the feeling of her warm juices dripping down my shaft and onto my balls.

"Fuck, I'm so close!" she muttered as her hips rolled in a jittery, staccato motion.

"Me too, Mom! I don't know how much longer I can hold it!"

"Oooohhhhhhyessss!" she howled. "Give it to me, baby! Use mommy's hot little cunt! Fill me up with all that hot cum! I — ungh! Ahhhhh FFFFUCK YES!"

If I thought mom's pussy had felt tight before, it was nothing compared to the way she clamped down on me as her orgasm took hold. It felt like there was no room inside of her at all. Every part of her — inside and out — seemed to push against me as she came. If it wasn't for the constant stream of potty-mouthed encouragement that flew from her lips, I might have thought she wanted me to stop.

But, of course, there was no chance of that happening. I was too far gone to stop my animalistic rutting in and out of my mom's wet, pulsing hole. Pushing deep and hard, I forced my cock as far into her pussy as I could, and with a shout of joy, joined in her orgasmic bliss.

"Mmmmfuck! I can feel you, Connor! I can feel my little boy filling me up. Soooo hot... Soooo goooood..." Mom moaned.

Her pussy seemed to physically pull the cum out of me, milking my balls for every last drop. Every spurt of cum sent a pulse of warm, electric energy through me, depriving me of any sensation other than the intensely erotic feeling of my essence pouring into my mom's receptive pussy. I collapsed on top of her, burying my face in her sweaty, blond hair, unable to do anything more than whimper as I deposited the rest of my load between her trembling thighs.

I could have stayed that way all afternoon, snuggling and loving on her in the aftermath of one of the most intensely emotional experiences of my life, but a second later, I was brought back to reality by the eruption of wild applause all around me. Lifting my head up over mom's shoulders, I blinked in confusion as I realized that the whole room was watching us. We had been the last couple to finish, and without realizing it, had become the center of attention.

All at once, I felt the full force of what I'd done. Not only had I fucked my own mother (twice!), I'd done so in front of a crowd of people, some of whom I'd known since childhood. Under any other circumstances, this probably would have been the most embarrassing moment of my life — the kind of nightmare that makes you wake up in a cold sweat. It was hard to feel much shame, though, when it was so obvious that everyone else had given in to the same sinful desires.

A quick glance around the room made it clear that everyone had enjoyed themselves just as much as I had. At some point, Matt's mom must have stopped sucking his cock long enough for him to blow his load in her pussy yet again. She sat propped up on his knee, her legs spread wide as an even thicker load of cum drooled out from between her bald pussy lips. Behind her, Matt smiled with a mixture of pride, exhaustion, and disbelief.

I knew exactly how he felt.

To their left, Amy was in a similar position, curled up in her dad's lap. Her legs were closed, so I couldn't see much, but if the tangle or orange curls that peaked out from behind her thighs were any indication, the curtains most definitely matched the drapes.

What really caught my attention, though, were those magnificent tits. They were like nothing I'd ever seen — two perfectly formed mounds of jiggling flesh that sloped down to a pair of thick, pink nipples. Her areola were so flat and pale that it was almost disappeared next to her already pale complexion. It was only the profusion of freckles that covered her skin that made them visible.

Friend or no, I knew my summer wouldn't be complete until I got my hands on them. Based on the way she smiled, pushed back her shoulders, and gave them a playful little jiggle, I felt fairly confident that I'd get my chance sooner rather than later.

To my right, Brandon and his dad were still stroking each other's cocks, but they looked softer than before, and their stomachs were streaked with cum.

What I saw when I looked over at Jenny shouldn't have been a surprise given the position she'd been in a few moments prior, but it was still a shock to see my ex-girlfriend absolutely drenched in cum. It plastered her face, and clung to her hair. Her neck and breasts were similarly covered in thick, white splotches of cum. Practically every part of her from the waste up was dripping with sperm, and I don't think I'd ever seen her look so happy. She was so engrossed in the act of scooping their cum off of her skin and eating the stuff that I don't think she even noticed that I (or anyone else for that matter) was watching. Her dad just sat beside her with a bemused grin on his face.

Sensing that the festivities had come to an end, my cock finally went soft for what felt like the first time in hours. Reluctantly, I allowed myself to fall backward onto the cushioned floor. My eyes immediately locked between my mom's spread legs. Her hairy outer lips hung open, giving me a clear view of the stretched out space where my cock used to be. A second later, a thick glob of sperm slid out of her and dripped down to the floor below.

That was my cum. I'd put it there. Right in my own mother's pussy. And if there had been anything at all left in me, I'd be right back in there, giving it to her all over again.

Mom turned around and crawled up to me, looking incredibly sexy with her tits hanging beneath her. Her face looked warm and content, and I felt a surge of pride knowing that I was the source of her happiness. Before I had a chance to say a word, she pushed her lips up to mine, giving me a quick but forceful kiss before snuggling up next to me. Her gaze shifted up to Rob and Sharon who had returned to the front of the room, both of them looking more worn out than they had upon entering.

"Let's have another big round of applause for the new members of Camp Hideaway!" Sharon said, setting off another wave of cheerful clapping from the adults in the room.

Her tone took me right back to all of the group activities she'd lead back at the youth camp, and for the first time, I wondered how strange it must have felt to watch us grow up, knowing that one day she'd join us in a big, incestuous orgy.

"I know I speak for everyone at the camp when I say that we're incredibly excited to have you all join us this summer," Rob said. "This concludes our orientation, but I'm sure many of you will have plenty of questions going forward. Typically, the first few weeks are a bit of an adjustment period for new members of the camp. Sharon and I are only a short drive away if you ever have any questions or just need someone to talk to."

"We can do a lot more than talk," Sharon added with a salacious smirk.

"True," Rob replied, returning her smile with one of his own. "We would also encourage you all to attend the beginner's class tomorrow morning after breakfast."

"Think of it as Sex 101," Sharon said. "Some of the more experienced members of the camp will be here to help you explore yourselves and each other. It's a great way to get your feet wet in a fun, low-pressure environment."

"Will you be teaching it?" Amy asked, drawing chuckles from the rest of the room.

"Unfortunately, Rob and I need to head back to the youth camp, but I'm sure you'll find the instructors more than able to teach you anything you want to know. And if they leave anything out, I'm sure I can find some time to get you caught up."

Even Amy — usually the most fearless member of our group — had to blush at that one.

"And with that," Rob said, "I think we'll call it an afternoon. I hope you all enjoy your summer!"

There was another round of light applause as everyone stood up on wobbly legs, gathered up their clothing, and started heading for the exit. It seemed like such an inauspicious end to such a life-changing event.

Matt, Amy, and I shared meaningful glances with each other. There were a thousand things we needed to discuss, but those conversations would have to wait. For the time being, I wanted nothing more than to be close to my mom, and from the way my friends held hands with their own parents, I knew they were thinking the same thing.

As Mom and I walked back to our bungalow, I found that the camp had changed a bit in our absence. More families had arrived, and most of them were walking around without a stitch of clothing. I'd never seen so many exposed boobs, cocks, and pussies all in one place. A few of them called out greetings to Mom, but none of them interrupted our walk. It wasn't until later that I realized that many, if not all of them, had gone through the same thing I just had. They probably knew that I wasn't in the frame of mind to meet new people.

"So how was that for your first time?" Mom asked.

For a second, all I could do was gawk at her as I struggled to come up with words that were up to the task of describing just how amazing it felt to have my virginity taken by my beautiful mother.

"It was..." I hesitated a moment longer before starting over. "Okay, so take however awesome I thought having sex would be and multiply it by about a million. That should get you somewhere in the ballpark."

"Wow! High praise!" Mom replied with a playful grin. "So, no regrets, then?"

"Regrets?" I repeated. "Is that a serious question?"

Mom shrugged. "Some people have them. I'd be lying if I said that this place is for everyone. Some people do things in the heat of the moment that they wish they hadn't. Like I said earlier, we try to keep this place as guilt and shame-free as possible, but that's harder for some people than others."

I immediately thought about Zoe and wondered if she was one of the types of people my mom was talking about. I hoped not. For some reason, the thought of her leaving before we had a chance to talk made me feel sad.

"I guess I can see that," I replied. After another long pause, I said, "So, what about me? Did I do okay for my first time?"

"Oh, Connor," Mom said, snuggling up even closer next to me. "You were perfect, baby, and not even just for a first-timer. There are lots of guys here that know how to fuck, but you made me feel so loved and special. Your father, and your grandpa are the only other men who make me feel that way."

My face fell a bit at the mention of my dad. I remembered what she'd said about him being fine with all of this, but I still wasn't sure I was ready to test the theory.

"What's the matter?" Mom asked, suddenly concerned. Before I had a chance to reply, a lightbulb seemed to turn on behind her eyes. "You're worried about your dad, aren't you."

"Maybe worried is too strong of a word. I don't regret what we did, and I know you said he's fine with it, but it's hard to shake the feeling that I snuck around behind his back and betrayed him."

"I get that," she said as she gently rubbed my forearm. "Like Rob said, it will take a while before any of this starts feeling even a little bit normal. In this case, though, I think there's a quicker solution to your problem."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" I asked.

"Well... if you feel guilty about fucking me behind your dad's back, then... don't do it behind his back! Do it in front of him, instead!"

I groaned and said, "I'm definitely not ready for that."

Mom's smile only widened.

"Well you better get ready because we're almost back at the bungalow, and I'm not done with you yet — not by a longshot. Besides, he'll probably be too busy fucking your grandma to pay much attention to what you and I are up to... On the other hand, he's always loved watching me fuck other men. I can only imagine how much he'll enjoy seeing his son fuck the ever-loving shit out of me."

"Wuh — Wait, what?" I asked, sputtering in confusion as I temporarily forgot how to breathe. "Grandma's going to be there, too?"

"Oh, honey," she replied with a patronizing smirk, making no effort to hide how much she enjoyed my constant state of shock. "Everyone's going to be there. Your grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins have all been waiting for the day you'd finally join us." As she spoke, she counted on her fingers before pausing as if she'd lost her train of thought. "Oh! And we can't forget about Cindy. She's probably the most excited of anyone — next to me, of course."

"S-She is? And they're all going to be there? Everyone?"

She nodded, her eyes twinkling with excitement."

You're going to love it, babe."

I didn't know how to respond. My mind was too full of forbidden thoughts — thoughts of my family members, the people who had loved and cared for me since I was a child, naked and fucking each other in a big, sweaty pile of moving flesh. Even after everything that I'd seen and everything I'd done, it was still hard to imagine that something so perverse could really happen, much less happen to me.

A thousand filthy questions flooded into my mind, each one more dirty than the last. Which one of my grandmas had a tighter pussy? Would Aunt Heather suck cock as good as Mom did? I wondered about my older sister and what her tight little body would look like without any clothes. Hell, I even found myself picturing my dad's naked cock and wondering if he'd let me suck it. Before I knew it, my own cock was sticking out straight in front of me, seemingly unaffected by the massive orgasm I'd had just a few minutes prior.

Mom kept her eyes on me as I silently grappled with what she'd told me. She didn't ask how I was feeling — I think she knew all too well. Instead, she just smiled patiently, her gaze occasionally flitting down to watch my dick bob up as we walked. Before long, the bungalow was in view.

"Are you ready?" she asked, pausing for a moment and looking me in the eyes, obviously searching for any hint that this wasn't what I wanted. When she didn't find any, she let her finger trace a line down my chest and belly before wrapping her fist around my newly hard cock.

"Oh, yeah. You're ready."

"What gave me away?" I asked, finally cracking a big smile as my nervousness started floating away.

"A good mother always knows what her son is feeling," she said, grinning back at me, even as her voice grew husky and thick. "Now let's go join the rest of the family. We're going to take very good care of you tonight."

I had no doubt that they would.

To be continued...

If you've made it this far, please consider taking the time to vote and leave some feedback. I write these stories for my own enjoyment, but it's still nice to know that my time and effort is enjoyed by others.