by Olga Menson
As they stepped out of the lobby into the slowly fading light of the day, a gentle breeze hit them from the beach, washing the muggy heat away. She reached out and held Marcus' hand as Angela and William did the same.
"It's like a honeymoon, isn't it?" Angela asked. Melinda nodded to her new friend.
"So far, this has been better than what I had with Marcus' father," Melinda said it without thinking, but at that moment she realized that in the eyes of the law and society, she wasn't just engaged in sexual activity with her own son, but also cheating on her husband. Could you cheat on a cheater? She had proof of at least two affairs, and suspicions about many more.
"Let me guess, your husband is a serial adulterer?" Angela said, with sympathy.
"How did you know?" Marcus said.
"Wait, how did you know?" Melinda asked her son.
Angela laughed again.
"My husband was an abuser and a cheater. The only good thing that he ever gave me was William. Marcus knows because he's attentive and smart, the same way William did. We kid ourselves when we hide these things from our children. If you feel guilty about what you did today, then divorce your husband. Don't give up the new thing that you've discovered."
Melinda had never even considered cheating, although she had been tempted by others before, as most were. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. She deserved freedom. Marcus deserved a woman who was devoted to him. She didn't want to have an affair with him, she wanted to be his, as openly as possible.
"I think I'm a one-man woman, to be honest. I just had the wrong one." Melinda looked at Marcus and then leaned her head into his chest. She could tell that he was startled, but he quickly adapted and put his arm around her shoulders. Was this what it was like to be with a man who truly cared for you?
For a while, they walked in silence down a paved path which led through beautiful groves of palm trees and immaculate gardens. Here and there were entrances to alcoves surrounded by local trees and foliage, hidden from plain sight. As they walked past one, they heard a loud moan, and all four of them broke out into laughter.
"Um, mom, do you think we should warn them? This is the first time you guys have come down from your room, right?" William queried.
"Yeah," Marcus said, "We've been pretty busy." He spoke with pride and confidence. He should be proud with how well he made me cum, Melinda thought.
"Yeah," William said, "I figured as much. People um...pretty much do what they want, where they want, here. Some people swap and share partners and do group sex, although a lot less than you'd think, and only if they have permission from their lover. You're gonna see a lot of things that you may not be prepared for. If it's too much, the general rule is you just leave. Some people can only truly be themselves here, so the rest of us let them do it. And maybe enjoy the view."
"You mean there's a lot of sex in public?" Melinda asked. She already had ideas about things to do with Marcus down by the water.
"Yeah," Angela said. "Anywhere, really. I'm surprised there wasn't someone getting blown in the lobby. William and I indulge in that too. Sometimes at restaurants. But we won't do anything if it bothers you. We understand entirely, and we don't want to make you uncomfortable."
Melinda and Marcus shared a look.
"I think we'll be okay," Melinda said, "after all, this is a place where we can be ourselves. Who knows what Marcus and I will get up to later in the week?"
* *
The restaurant was busy, but not full. Or at least it didn't seem to be. Melinda was not herself a designer but appreciated the layout. There were obviously quite a few people seated, but the high booth walls kept the conversations from spreading too far. There were large saltwater tanks scattered about, filled with Caribbean fish, and with internal lighting that gave the whole place a romantic, dark, dreamlike atmosphere. They were seated immediately towards the back, where tinted windows offered a view of the beach. The light was fading quickly now, and the surf rolled in silently. Couples could be seen walking and sitting together. From a distance, they could be anyone. Even a passing boat would think nothing of this, never understanding the taboo nature of what went on.
Melinda, strangely, found that thought arousing. The Resort was a safe haven for people like her and her son, and she was grateful for it. She noticed then that Marcus and William were standing a little ways away from their mothers, seemingly watching and discussing something from across the room. Melinda followed their gaze, and gasped, despite herself.
Melinda couldn't help but be aroused at the sight. A woman, perhaps a few years younger than her was bent over a nearby table. She was bleach-blonde in a vulgar kind of way and wore an absurdly tight yellow dress. Her top had been pulled down, revealing her rather expansive and probably augmented breasts, which jiggled with impact. Her son, who shared a similar California aesthetic, was fucking her hard, and she was not silent. She moaned with each stroke, and her son spanked her hard. Melinda couldn't really make out what the son was saying, but she caught the phrase "filthy slut," and that was enough for her. She was surprised to find herself angry at the spectacle. Was she jealous that Marcus was watching another woman get fucked, or was she upset because she wanted to be used precisely the same way by her own son? She knew the answer but didn't allow herself to think of it. Even after what they had done, there were things that she was not ready to accept about herself. She barely noticed her wristband tingling briefly.
"Oh, Melinda, let them look."
"But Angela, shouldn't we...um...their privacy?"
Angela laughed, but not harshly.
"If they wanted privacy, they'd have stayed in their room, hon. Do you want to watch too?"
"No, not really."
"Then come and sit with me. Let the boys talk. I wanted to talk to you alone, anyway."
Melinda agreed with that in concept. She wanted to share her miraculous afternoon with her new friend, and quiz her on her own relationship. She sat down with Angela, but she felt strangely insecure.
"Why does it bother me? I'm not a prude, not really. And everyone is consenting but..."
"It's not that it's wrong, it's that Marcus is looking at them, and not you. Do you want to go get him? I mean, what you have is new, I understand..."
"Do you think I'll be enough for him, Angela?"
"What? Of course, you will. And, of course, you think you won't. We're older than them. A lot older. We're both hot, of course, but eventually, we won't be, and they will always be younger..."
"You're hot, Angela, I don't know about me..."
"No, that won't do. We're both hot. And our sons know it. William checked your tits out like five times today. I know Marcus looked at me, too. But neither would ever touch anyone else without our enthusiastic approval."
Angela leaned over the corner of the marble table, holding Melinda's hand.
"Melinda," she said quietly, "being insecure is understandable. So is being possessive. Your son will appreciate it. Remember what happened today, though. He came here with you, he was attracted to you long before he knew there was any chance of anything coming of it. He loves you."
"I know, Angela. I trust him, I just..."
"Well, maybe, one day, we won't be with them like this. Not with mind-blowing sex and romance, but something more sedate, as we grow older, and we'll tell our sons to find someone younger for their other needs. But we'll know, and we'll accept it, and be happy with it. Do you know why?"
"Because," Melinda said, not needing even a second to think "we're their mothers."
They shared a smile then, and Melinda felt a wave of relief to know someone who understood what she was going through. She took a sip of water and relaxed a bit.
"Besides," Angela said, as their boys came walking back over to the table, "Once you reach step 7, your pussy is all Marcus is going to be thinking about."
Melinda almost choked on her water in laughter.
* *
The meal was excellent. Melinda had co
nch salad while Marcus had the surf n' turf. Angela and William shared a large number of crab legs. They all ate raw oysters for an appetizer, Angela making the joke that the "boys would need their strength, after all." The best part, however, was the conversation.
Melinda felt already that she could talk with Angela about anything, and thought that she and Natalie would hit it off as well. William and Marcus were in many ways very different, but got along very well, William taking on something of a mentor role, answering Marcus' questions about "the life" that they all led. By the time they were done and had cleaned up with some complimentary warm washcloths, they sat in companionable silence.
Melinda felt a beautiful, languid sleepiness fall over her, although it didn't feel to her like she had much exercise that day. Marcus kept touching her off and on throughout the meal, and she returned the playful flirtation eagerly. He would need more satisfaction tonight, which she would be happy to provide. It wouldn't shock her if he woke her up in the night, either.
William and Angela shared a long look.
"Do you want me to, mom?"
Angela blushed then and paused. Melinda wondered what could make her bold new friend shy.
"Yes," Angela said at last, "you know I do. But..."
"They'll enjoy the show," William said, cutting her off. Melinda nodded in agreement, eager to know what they would do. Marcus pushed his chair closer to her and put his arm around her shoulders, which for some reason, aroused her as much as their earlier passionate kissing.
"Hike your skirt up, Mom," William said. It was a shift in power from the play that they had broadcast before, and Angela lifted her hips and pulled the hem of her short skirt up, revealing that she wore no panties. She pushed her chair back away from the table so that everyone had a good view. Her dark bush was trimmed, but not shaved, and she was quite wet already. Her pleading eyes were on her son, and she bit her lip in a way that Melinda found adorable.
"Hmm," William said, "something's not right..."
Angela's eyes widened, and it was clear that she was both needy and desperate to do whatever her son wanted. He was in charge. Melinda thought about Marcus taking charge of her, and it made her shiver and squirm. With abrupt and slightly rough movement, William pulled his mother's bikini top down. It was still tied, but her breasts were exposed entirely and pushed up, nipples quickly hardening in the cool air conditioning. Angela gasped but made no attempt to hide her body. William got on his knees then and looked at his mother, expectantly.
"Please, baby," Angela said in a hoarse whisper, her eyes only seeing her son, "Please make mommy feel good...please..."
Marcus was hard again, and before anything else happened, he felt his mother's hand grasp his cock gently from the outside of his jeans. He looked over, and Melinda was smiling at him warmly.
"Go ahead and watch them, love," Melinda said softly, not wanting to interrupt the beautiful show. Marcus obeyed.
William started kissing his mother on her inner thigh, and it was clear that he had a great deal of experience with this. Angela's eyes glazed over, and she bit her lip. There was a sense of her helplessness before him, as she put her hand in his hair. William did not abuse her vulnerability but instead rewarded it, expertly teasing her clit and thrusting a probing finger inside of her. Angela's eyes were trapped on her son, and more than ever before Marcus could see the maternal devotion there.
As Marcus watched Angela, Melinda watched her son. She was oddly at peace with what was happening. While she couldn't stomach the idea of sharing Marcus with anyone, she could understand his hunger. He was a young man and would need someone beside her at some point in the future. Could she step aside when needed? She thought she could, but she hoped that he would still need his mothers pussy from time to time.
Melinda had an impulsive thought then, and she smiled at the wickedness of it. She pulled her own shirt up, exposing her bra-less breasts. Marcus noticed immediately and reached over and squeezed one almost experimentally. Melinda moaned softly.
"Do you want me to go down on you mom?" Marcus asked. He was a good boy.
"No," Melinda said, smoothly getting on her knees in front of her son. She felt appreciative of him then, his attentiveness and eagerness to satisfy her needs. It was time to show him how grateful she was, and if Angela enjoyed the show, even better.
"Get it, girl," Angela said breathlessly, cheering Melinda on as she unzipped her son's fly and pulled his proud cock out. Before she had been a little embarrassed at her experience at going down on men. Now she was happy to have it.
Melinda looked into her son's eyes as she licked the head of his cock. He groaned. Melinda took him into her mouth all the way to his root. He tasted so good to her now, and his masculine scent filled her. This was what it felt like to love and be loved in return.
"Keep making those noises, Marcus. Boys are taught to be quiet during sex, but there's nothing hotter than a man's moans and growls. Reward your mother for her efforts," Angela said, then moaned herself, her hand almost involuntarily seizing her son's hair and pulling him into her.
Melinda had been skillful the last time, but this time she simply gave of herself, up and down, gagging slightly on almost every stroke. She felt her son's hands on her head. With any other man, she might have panicked, fearing the loss of control. Now she encouraged it, putting her hands on his and pushing.
Marcus got the idea and began to push and pull her head up and down, thrusting his hips up. He filled her down to her throat on each stroke, and Melinda didn't fight or resist. She trusted Marcus. He would only take what was given.
Angela began to shake, and her back arched. She cried out as William sped up his pace. Rather than slow down, he maintained it. Angela's head rolled right and left, helpless under the power of her orgasm.
Melinda choked, and Marcus stopped thrusting, allowing her to have a moment to breathe. Melinda looked up at her son and wordlessly nodded, signaling that she was okay. Her son restarted, his thrusts growing more violent as he grew closer to his own orgasm. In the back of Melinda's mind, she was aware that her husband never would have stopped, even had she been crying and struggling. Then the taste of precum filled her mouth, and all conscious thought disappeared. Her will and being focused on making her son cum. There was nothing more important. She moved even faster, encouraging Marcus, who fucked her mouth even harder.
Melinda heard Angela's voice rise in pitch as she came again. Then her son growled and gripped her hair tightly, flooding her mouth with his warm, salty seed. It tasted even better this time, and she gulped it greedily. It was hers too, in a way. He was her mate, and she found every bit of him pleasing.
Then there was nothing but silence and panting. Mothers and sons exchanged soft words of affection, then all stood and set their clothes to rights. Soon they had paid and were ambling back to the hotel together as though they had just finished a simple dinner with friends rather than an incestuous public tryst.
"Well, I liked the meal, but dessert was even better," Marcus said. There was silence for a moment more, then all of them laughed.
"I'm such a slut," Angela said, still laughing, "but it's what I need sometimes. William, too, I think. I wish I could be his girl in public back home, but even in a city as big as New York, you see people you know all the time. I'd love everyone to know that he was mine and I was his. Doing this at the same time as you guys was special. Like you shared your love with us. Hot too. Your son has a great cock, by the way."
William playfully swatted his mother's ass possessively, but it was clear to Melinda that whatever they got up to with others, it was entirely consensual.
"He has the best cock I've ever seen or tasted," Melinda said, then blushed at hearing the explicitness of her own words. Marcus blushed, too, which made her feel better.
"But you haven't felt it inside of you yet," Angela said with a knowing grin, "because you haven't finished the exercises. Let me tell you, once you've had your son's cock like that, nothing else will c
ompare."
Angela leaned into William's chest, and he held her. Melinda could see their love more clearly than ever when they stood like that. Angela trusted him, her protector and defender, and he trusted her to care and be true to him. It was easier to see how they might be okay with other partners because they each knew who they would be with at the end of the day.
"There are some partner-sharing events tomorrow, and we might participate," William said then as if he had read Melinda's mind, "but please don't feel pressured to do it. Some people were pushy about it our first year, and I wasn't ready for that. Neither was mom. It was uncomfortable."
Melinda and Marcus shared a look and then held hands.
"I don't think that' sharing Marcus or my body is something I can do," Melinda admitted. Marcus squeezed her hand in support.
"Most don't do what we do," Angela said, "and to be honest if William ever wanted to stop I'd be okay with it. It's a fun thing, but it's not necessary. William is necessary. He's my everything."
William hugged his mother closer to him. It was easy for Melinda to imagine them together in twenty years or even further out. That was what she wanted for her and Marcus. She wanted that closeness, forever.
* *
All four of them were worn out from the events of the day, so they returned to their rooms when they reached the hotel. They agreed to meet for dinner the following night, and Angela wasn't subtle about wanting to know how things went during the final exercises.
Melinda and Marcus stripped and lay down almost as soon as they got back. They were soon asleep in one another's arms.
* *
"Mom? Are you awake?"
Melinda's eyes fluttered open. She was a little groggy, but her son's tone worried her a little. He sounded afraid.
"Yes, love. What is it?"
"Do you really want to, you know, go all the way with me?"
Melinda could have laughed at his phrasing. It was that of a young man, eager to bed his love but still unsure of his ability to pleasure her.
