It’s not too late – Part 3

The Next Morning

I don’t know if it was the wine, the stress of travelling, the extra activities, or a mix of everything, but I completely blacked out, waking up in the wee hours before dawn, my head still spinning. Did I drink too much? Was it all just a drunken dream?

I was struggling to adjust my eyes to the darkness in the room, and a faint ray of light creeping through almost charcoal-like air, just enough to make out the naked shape of my son lying beside me. I sat up and frantically started to check my own body, only to realise that I was naked too.

‘Fuck what have I done? “I said to myself as I brushed my lips with my fingers. “Did I really? I mean, really..” Adi’s cock flashed in my head, and a chill ran down my spine. I needed to get the hell out of there and put some distance between us. I quickly put on my shorts, a top, and sandals and decided to go for a walk. For the next 20 minutes, I walked as far as I could and found a narrow strip of land behind our resort, where I sat down on a rock and looked out at the beach.

I held my head in my hands and recalled the entirety of the previous day, and tried to rationalise my actions. I finally concluded that it wasn’t Adi’s fault, I’m a fucking adult, a parent. “Darn it, how could I do this …my own son, darn it”, I continued to curse myself.

The human brain is a funny thing; it’s fascinating how emotions and thoughts can oscillate from guilt to pleasure in moments, the overall generalisation had materialised into specifics and details, and the vision of Adi with Sharon came back into my head. The panoramic images of Adi with that woman, his beautiful cock, the glistering semen in the sunlight, him deep throating me, were running like a movie in my thoughts.

As I was lost in these thoughts, my fingers had unconsciously moved and were rubbing my clit. Suddenly, I brought myself back to reality and said to myself, “Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me, for the love of God, this is not me. Am I mental? Shit, I’m a fucking Creep”.

I’ve never been so messed up in my head, the saddest part of the entire thing was it’s my birthday today, yes, the fortieth birthday that got me here, a threshold from where I can never come back. I reminded myself of the purpose of this trip, it’s supposed to be about me and my self-indulgence. It’s not a day from me to sit alone and reflect on morality and philosophy.

So, I once again reflected on the positives of the trip
1) I’m good at oral sex, better than I ever thought. (check)
2) I’m more desirable with young lads and men than I ever intended(check)
My brain was now filled with images of Adi’s eyes filled with lust as he played with my tits last night in the tub, the way his dick responded to each touch even after exhausting himself with Sharon and that pregnant woman told me that I still had it; I bloody have what it takes to entice a man half my age, not bad at all.

With confidence brimming through my veins, I stood up and started walking back towards the resort. I had made up my mind, no more turning back, son or not. It was probably 7ish in the morning, and the sun was radiating brightly as if the universe was in support of my decision.

With this newfound confidence and resolve, my cunt was leaking with anticipation and the possibilities we could explore in the coming days. I entered our room with the full intention of devouring that beautiful cock of my son, just then, my inflated expectation disappeared as the room was empty. “Ah shit! Forgot that Adi was going on a sightseeing trip with that girl..what was her name..ah Pooja”

What a shitty feeling, just when every fibre of your being is ready for something exciting, I quietly took a long shower to relieve the tension, and as I stepped out of the bath, there was a knock on the door, my heart raced, and the nympho in me wished that the heavens sent some hot guy to participate in my sexual desires.

Who says wishes don’t come true? The owner of the resorts, the muscular guy, husband of that pregnant “Divya Aunty” who gave Adi a deep throat blowjob, the same guy who invited Adi and kept asking him about me when he was here last time, was standing at my door in his birthday suit.

Hi, I’m David. You may have heard of me from your son, it felt like Sharuk khan from those Bollywood movies saying “Hi I’m Rahul, Naam to suna hi hoga”. In that moment, I just wanted to pull him in and ride his cock, then allow him to fuck me so hard and stretch me in every possible way until I was exhausted with not an ounce of energy left.
Unfortunately, Dave was on a completely different mission; he offered us to move to the next resort, yup, the “clothing Optional resort”, he said Adi and I would fit perfectly there. I did not hesitate and immediately jumped on his offer. I dropped the towel in front of Dave without a shred of shame. I could see the approving twinkle in his eyes as I followed him for a tour of our new lodging.

Oh! If you are wondering if I had put my clothes on before following Dave, the answer is no. Did I tell you that Dave was naked when he was at our door? Let me tell you about how Dave appeared to me from my eyes, a Man in his mid-40s, obviously muscular, I think I mentioned that a lot, he had a beautiful dick but not in Adi’s league, he was bigger and thicker compared to Dan.

Dave started to give me a tour of the nudist resort, and I noticed the women were more numerous compared to the men. I thought the competition would be tough; everyone was polite and warm, and then Dave introduced me to Sharon as his friend. I noticed something else that was bothering me and asked Dave to explain.

Me: What’s with the rubber wrist bands that some people are wearing?

Dave: Ah, about that, it’s a discount guest membership for people from a regular resort to move here. It’s to identify the regulars from guests.

I knew something was fishy from the beginning when Adi said the Muscular guy was looking for me. He was fucking trying to sell me a membership to upgrade our stay in the clothing-optional resort. I wondered if Adi fell into the trap laid out by this man and if Sharon was part of it. Then, as I spoke to Dave and others, I realised that a rich man like him would not do something cheap like that for a few bucks more, but then maybe this was his business modus operandi.

Felt more like a marketing trick than a con, besides, I had the choice to say “no,” so what the hell let me explore this place as a customer and make my decision, I said to myself.

Dave: One more thing. For men to use the facility, they will need a female sponsor here

Me: Oh, how did Adi get in yesterday? Did you veto your authority as the owner?

Deve: Nope, Sharon sponsored him, but he would need a different sponsor everyday.

Me: So, are you suggesting that if I upgrade my booking only, I shall be allowed, and my son needs a new woman to sponsor him every day?

Dave: Let me put it this way: if you decide to upgrade your booking, your son would not need a sponsor. Does that make sense to you?

Me: Ah, gotcha! Men need a different woman to sponsor them every unless they are accompanied with a woman and have a couple’s booking, right?

Dave: Yup

Dave then introduced me to Divya, his pregnant wife, who had such a sweet face and charm. Divya was extremely personable and easy to talk she directed me towards the reception. I looked at my body, implying there are no clothes and I don’t have the card on me.

Divya: Don’t worry, you can pay when you exit, just need your signature.

Honestly, I did not want to pry, but Adi assessed her age as late 20s. As a woman, I could say it’s the hormones that deceived my son. Divya was no aunty; she was a girl in her early twenties at best. I was curious about the age gap with this couple.

Me: Thanks, so what’s the story behind the baby?

Denise kept her hand on her 7-month-old pregnant belly and said, “Ah, this, it’s Yes for me and No for Daddy” She had a stretching smile as if she was implying something and there was a word play that I missed.

Divya: Dave is not just my husband; he is my dad too.

This revelation was too much; I was so shocked that my mouth went dry, and I held her hand, concerned, wondering if this was abuse. Looking at me, Divya calmed me down with her charming smile and said, “It’s not what it looks like, I know what you are probably thinking, but I wanted this equally”.

Divya then went on to explain that her parents were happily married for 16 years before her mom ran off with Dave’s business partner, and she moved in with her dad. She explained how she was always close to her dad and could always confide in him about everything. During one of these honest conversations, Dave had confessed that he preferred younger women. One thing led to another, from father-daughter, they became friends, then from friends to friends with benefits.

Divya’s story was so intriguing and interesting for me because my sexual interest in Adi was not totally weird after listening to her. While I’ve summarised Divya’s situation quickly, this father-daughter story deserves a detailed chapter some other day. Let’s get back to our story now.

Divya then explained the colour bands people were wearing and what each colour meant. Green means “Go”, Red for “Stop”, and Yellow means “Special conditions”.

I started filling out the forms, there were some very personal questions like dates of menstrual cycles, if I was on birth control, allergies and venereal diseases.

Me: The green band, you said it meant “Go”, but what does it really mean?

Divya: It means all good for everything, no condoms, no need to worry about getting you pregnant

Me: And, would you mind explaining a bit more about the Yellow and the Red?

Divya: Sure, Red means Sex with Protection ONLY. Yellow is like me, special condition pregnant, she said, patting her tummy.

Then Divya went on to explain “yellow” could mean a lot more, like not to deep throats, fear of something while doing sex, etc. In short, yellow meant a lot of questioning before engagement.
Divya then handed me the red band and said, “I think this works best for you” I remembered Adi had a red band on his hand too. I took the band and went to the beach, where I was persuaded to join a volleyball game. It was a blast with tits bouncing and cocks swinging everywhere.

I thought being in a nudist resort meant people would pounce on me, but to my surprise, everyone was quite calm and relaxed without clothes. I started feeling like a dumb woman when I realised nudist beaches and resorts are not like how I imagined, not a single person approached me, my confidence was just about to fade away when Sharon noticed my frustration and walked towards me. She asked me to join her under the umbrella.

Sharon: omg, girl! With your looks and beautiful assets, every swinging dick you see will start chasing you soon.

Sharon: Even Adi’s cock, I’m sure, that’s if you haven’t had it already, and she winked.

I reacted with a surprised face as naturally as I could, but Sharon was no fool.

Sharon: Oh, shut up, don’t be so stuck-up girl. It’s so obvious when I look at both of you, I come here often and trust me you are not the only mum I’ve seen teaching her child the realities of life.

Me: No…no..no it’s all circumstances; this was not planned.

Sharon: Yeah, right. Tell me that one you have the 8-inch log of your son a few times. Circumstances, my ass.

I think Sharon understood that I wanted to tell her the story of how she fucked my son. Sharon said she was 45 and a high school teacher for over 15 years, and always being around young boys had unlocked a strange appetite for her. She told me that she’s always restrained from fucking her students as a principal, but wouldn’t mind fucking students that age from another district.

She then spoke about her husband, who was bisexual and often travelled with his friends, with whom she did not get along well. They rarely went on a vacation as a family and Pooja always preferred to be with her mum.

Me: So, how old is your daughter?

Sharon: old enough to learn the theories and practical sex

Her blunt answer suddenly made me realise that Adi was on a sightseeing trip with Pooja. I was not worried about Adi having sex with Pooja, but looking at the green band Sharon had, I was worried that Adi might end up making Pooja pregnant. Sharon sensed my nervousness and said, “Don’t worry, she is still on her period”.

Sharon then held my hand tightly and said, “Priya, I want your son’s dick again” She continued to squeeze my hand as if she was waiting for me to say yes before releasing it. Sharon was caught in the moment and lamented about how she missed and could still feel Adi’s cock stretching her cunt and probing her depths. The attendant was pouring my glass as I leaned closer to hear every small detail Sharon said; it must have been the wine, I said to myself when I realised I was checking out Sharon.

Her gravity-defying tits were like vinyl-coated cones filled with saline water and silicone. The relatively small areolas were centred and looked like permanently raised nipples. Sharon had a flat stomach for her age, with wide hips and stretch marks here and there, but aren’t we all by the time we are in the middle of middle age?

Sharon caught me checking her out and smiled, then took my hand and placed it on her tit “Here, be my guest, I’m sure the curiosity must be killing you when Adi told you these are fake”. They were firm and squeezable. The curious side of me wanted to know more I brushed her nipple and laughed. It responded immediately by pointing out.

Sharon: Hey, are you ready to go there?

Me: Where? My hand was still exploring her tits.

Sharon moved her hand in-between my thighs, that’s when it hit me that my curiosity is sending wrong signals to her. I quickly pulled my hands back.

Shit, being a horny slut craving her son’s cock, walking around naked in a nudist resort was not enough, now I’m a dyke too, I thought to myself.

Me: Sorry, I’m straight, I don’t swing like that.

Sharon: Yup, that’s what I thought, too, until it happened. I’ve been there, sister

Me: You mean, you’ve had sex with women?

Sharon: Not regularly, but if I’m caught in the moment, I’m not someone who runs away. Pooja and I have had one such moment

And she chuckled..

Me: You are kidding, right? With Pooja, your daughter?

Sharon: Nope, Pooja has no inhibitions when it comes to sex, and to be honest, I admire her for that.

My calculative and ever-curious mind was at work; I started to wonder what another woman’s cunt would taste like. It had to be the wine, I said to myself again. I don’t know about the kick, but it was working like an Aphrodite. I told Sharon that I’d like to go back to my room as I was feeling funny, she invited me for dinner, and I left.

I returned to my room and flung myself on the bed. The thought of being with another woman had infected my mind. Just then, the phone rang; it was Adi. He said he was going to spend the night at the caves with the group and wouldn’t be back until morning.

Frustrated? I don’t think there is a word in any language that could express my emotion. I needed a fuck, and Adi was not coming to the resort that night. I got up and put on a bodycon without underwear that displayed generous cleavage. I no longer cared if the man I found was sixteen or sixty; after all, I was on the hunt.

I saw Sharon at the bar, who was dressed to kill, she had the same frustrated look on her face as she was waiting for Adi’s dick tonight. Go figure!

A sense of consolation hit me; if I was not getting it, neither was she. With two unlucky, horny bitches sulking and staring at our glasses, my curiosity overpowered me. Maybe I could experiment with my sexuality, I thought. I looked at Sharon, who was checking out the bartender, so I scanned the lounge and noticed the bloke from the volleyball game looking at me. I turned in a way to expose my tits a bit, and could see the approving smile.

I smiled back and started walking towards the ladies, and he headed towards the gents. The doors were opposite to each other; We both exited the washroom almost at the same time. l looked at him and kissed. If he was shocked by my aggressiveness, he did not show it. He tried to pull away, and I kept my finger on his lips.

I felt his hand slide under my dress as I dove my other hand to the belt on his pants, he started caressing my outer thigh, and then my arse and then he got his hands on the top under my dress, feeling my tits. I did not know I had the finesse to remove the belt like I did; his pants were down, and his hard cock was now in my hand.

Not necessarily the best dick, something close to Dan, I’d say, but I needed some meat inside me in that moment. First, I got on my knees and got him warmed up, then I stood up and lifted my leg along with his. He pulled my thigh up while I guided his stiff cock into my wet cunt.

With just one shove, his dick slid into my pussy and was deep in up to the balls. I was now slammed against the wall. I’ve craved a dick in my cunt, and this was the first dick that entered my pussy since we’ve visited this resort. I was in a state of trance, the bloke continued to fuck me so hard that I was lost in pleasure, and to subdue my voice from the burst of an orgasm, I buried my mouth against the side of his neck until I could taste some blood in my mouth.

Then I came, I came so hard that our combined cum was trickling down my thighs. I noticed the anger on the guy’s face; he wanted to say something, but I pointed towards his wife, who was sitting oblivious to her husband’s adventure. I assumed he was angry because of the mark that was left on his neck when I bit him, and he was wondering how he could explain that to his missus. I had got what I needed, so without exchanging any words, I left and went back to the bar where Sharon was.

Sharon was like a sex hound; she immediately knew that I accomplished something in the last 5-10 minutes I was away, or maybe it was my smile that was infectious. Sharon picked up the martini and with her nostrils flaring, she said, “A toast to the fresh smell of Jizz..Congrats girl”. I could feel my cunt spitting out a glob of cum, and my thighs were all sticky.

I now wanted to explore my curiosity with Sharon, but she was still working her magic with the bartender, “not the right time”, I said to myself. I finished the day with another glass and headed contentedly to my room. It was my birthday, another rub before I sleep, I said and buried my fingers inside my cunt, it was all gooey with his and my fluids. I continued to bury my fingers and then sucked on them, just when I was about to cum, a thought struck me, “Red Band” Fuck, I forgot I was not on birth control. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and pursued the climax I deserved.

Thank you for the lovely response. I did not expect such a lovely response for this series. I will take a break before publishing future chapters, or probably post the 4th chapter before disappearing for a couple of months.

To be continued? Not sure.

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