"Would you like a joint, Mom?"
Billy asked the question as casually as he could. The three of them were still lounging in the field. They had slipped into their clothes, but not much had been said. They were still catching their collective breath. The sun had begun arcing towards the west and Mavis could tell that it must be getting into late afternoon. She knew that they ought to be starting back soon, but she just couldn't seem to get herself in gear. And, besides, there were things to discuss…
"Sure, Billy," she said. "Not that we need any mellowing out…"
Debby, leaning with her back against a tree, gave a small giggle. "Boy, I'll say," she chimed in. "I feel… I feel like I'm floating in outer space someplace. I don't think I've ever felt this good!"
Billy reached into his shirt pocket and came out with a tightly rolled joint. Lighting it, he took a long drag and handed it to his mother.
As he exhaled, he said, "I'm sure glad you guys didn't flip when I came out to join you. It's just that I got so horny watching."
Mavis passed the number on to Debby after taking a toke of her own. "My days of flipping are over, children," she said steadily. "At first I thought it was just this place, Sunny Acres."
"What do you mean, Mom?" asked Debby.
"I mean," said Mavis, "that from the minute we got here yesterday, I've felt different. Of course it felt great to get away from the city and all, but there was more to it than that. I felt… well, sexy. Really sexy! Sexier than I've felt in a long, long time."
As the joint continued to pass among them, Billy gave an understanding smile. "I know what you mean," he said. "I saw you yesterday, remember?"
"Yes," Mavis said, nodding. "I-I don't know what came over me. At least, I didn't know until I did some thinking about it. That wasn't like me, masturbating out in the open while I watched another couple make love. But there I was all right, doing it!"
The pot was going to work on Debby already. She reached up and touched one of her boobs, feeling the nipple tingle at her own touch.
"It must have been beautiful…" she said wistfully.
"And then last night," Mavis continued. "After so many months of playing with each other but not actually screwing, last night – your first night here, mind you – you kids decided to screw. And I saw it, and I have to admit, it really turned me on. I went back into my room and I masturbated again, thinking about you." She reached out and touched a hand to Billy's inner thigh, close up to his crotch. "I-I was thinking mostly about you, Billy. About that lovely dick of yours, and how I'd love to have it fucking me."
Billy was both flattered and startled. "Really, Mom? Jeez!"
"Then today… well, today all of our fantasies came true," she added happily.
"So what are you saying, Mom?" asked Debby. "You don't think Sunny Acres has something to do with it…"
"It does in the sense that we're here," said Mavis. "We've all needed this for a long time, kids."
"I don't think I understand…" said Billy.
"It's like this," explained Mavis, "I've been living the life of a supposedly proper, upstanding young mother for quite a few years now, trying to set a good example for you kids. Well, it just doesn't seem like that's necessary any more, does it? I mean, we're not in Milwaukee any more, so I don't have to worry about what people think. And it looks like I really don't have to worry about setting an example for you two any more, either." She gave a pleasant laugh. "You seem to have done just fine on your own, if you know what I mean. So where does that leave your mother? It leaves me at what I consider a great place to be!"
"I get it," said Billy. "So now that the reasons for holding back are gone…"
Mavis nodded. "Exactly. Now that the reasons are gone, I just think I'll do with this body of mine what I damn well please!"
Debby grinned happily. "With us?"
"With anyone I damn well please!" Mavis replied. "But yes, with you kids especially. Debby and Billy, welcome to the sexual reawakening of Mavis Richards!"
Debby reached out and entwined her fingers through her mother's. She could still feel the sexual attraction tingle between them.
"Can we… play again tonight?" asked Debby as she rose to her feet.
"Yes," Mavis said. "Tonight. Tonight and every night, if we feel like it… which we probably will! But right now we've got to earn our keep. Come on, kids, let's go!"
And together, the three of them holding hands like the happiest, most ideal family on earth, retraced their way back across the meadow and through the woods to the Sunny Acres Resort.
A long black Continental sat waiting for them in the gravel driveway before the office when they returned, its chrome glinting in the late-afternoon sun. There was a dog in the car, a big German Shepherd, but outside of that no one else was around.
"Oh, I knew this would happen," Mavis said with a sigh. "They came while we were gone. This doesn't look good for us at all."
"Don't worry, Mom," said Billy. "They're probably just taking a stroll. I'm sure they haven't been here long."
Debby had walked over and was looking in at the dog. "Golly, isn't he pretty," she said. "I wonder if he bites? I…"
"Oh, you don't have to worry about Jason," came a voice from behind them. "He's one of the most well-trained dogs you'll ever come across." The voice belonged to a portly man in his late forties or early fifties. He walked over to the car and opened the door. "Isn't that right, Jason?" he said.
The dog, panting happily with its tongue hanging out, jumped from the car and pranced around the man who was obviously his master.
Reaching down and stroking the dog's neck, the man said, "My name's Lou MacCauley, and this is my wife, Helen. We have reservations here for two."
The woman who had followed her husband from the path through the woods was in her forties and remarkably beautiful; a full-figured redhead with a bright, beguiling smile and a throaty voice.
Mavis returned them a bright smile of her own. "Well then, won't you step inside and register?" she suggested cheerily. "We have your cabin all ready."
"That would be just fine," said Mr. MacCauley. Then, looking at the dog he added, "Jason, why don't you stay out here and make friends with the kids?"
Jason seemed more than pleased to obey. He certainly was a friendly dog. As Debby and Billy petted and played with him, he continually nuzzled his nose up against them, especially Debby. And especially against her crotch. But dogs do that often, and Debby, or Billy for that matter, didn't think anything of it at the time…
About five minutes later Mr. and Mrs. MacCauley and Mavis stepped from the office.
"So, everything's all set," said Mr. MacCauley. "Dear, were there any questions you had for Mrs. Richards?"
The older woman smiled. "No," she said, "but I was wondering, dear, if maybe we might invite them over one night. The children certainly do seem to be getting along with Jason, and perhaps Mavis here might like some company. In a place like this there can be people all over and still no one to just sit down and have a drink and watch the sunset with. How does that sound to you, Mavis? Would you and your children care to join us one of these evenings? Just a little get-together?"
Mavis was a bit surprised at the unexpected invitation, but it did sound like a good idea to her. She always enjoyed meeting new people.
"Why certainly," she replied. "That sounds like a lot of fun."
Lou MacCauley clapped his hands and rubbed them together heartily. "Well there's no time like the present, I always say," he grinned. "How about tonight?"
"Sure…" said Mavis. "Tonight would be just fine."
"How about you kids?" the man asked. "Feel like coming over and visiting Jason and us tonight around eight?"
Billy and Debby were still petting the German Shepherd, and he was still nuzzling and sniffing between Debby's legs every chance he got.
"We'll be there," said Billy.
Debby nodded. "Can we play with Jason?" she asked.
"Oh, you certainly can," said Mrs. MacCauley, with a new, subtle undercurrent to her voice that no one seemed to catch. "You most certainly can, my darling!"
"Well then, that settles it," said MacCauley, "Let's go, dear, and see our new home for the next week. It certainly should be a change from Chicago." As they got into the car, he added, "We'll see you tonight then, folks, around eight o'clock."
"Eight it is," confirmed Mavis, and she lifted her arm in a small wave as the car pulled off down the gravel driveway and turned out of sight.
"Say, that should really be fun tonight," said Billy as he turned back towards his mother.
"I like Jason," said Debby. "He's really a gentle, friendly dog!"
"Yes, I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time," said Mavis a bit absently, "but right now it's dinner time, children. Let's get inside and wash up!"
The children nodded and passed by her into the house, but as she watched them, it was still only absently. Her mind was trying to evaluate Mr. and Mrs. MacCauley, and the effect they'd had on her.
They'd been sending out some kind of vibes that Mavis just hadn't been able to connect with; there was some sort of undercurrent running there that she could sense more than recognize. She'd felt it when the three of them had been alone in the office while the new couple had registered, and she'd felt it again in the words of Mrs. MacCauley when Debby had been playing with Jason a few moments back. No, she couldn't put her finger on it exactly, but it was there all right.
It was something… something sexual.
Yes, that was it. An undercurrent of sexuality seemed to throb like something alive every time either of the MacCauleys had spoken to her, or to each other, or even looked at her.
It was eerie, weird, and she didn't know what to make of it…
As the dog Jason nosed around and got acquainted with the place, Lou MacCauley turned from surveying the interior of their new cabin and looked at his wife. They were standing in the wide, spacious, walnut-paneled living room.
"Well, dear," he said with a peculiar glint in his eye, "what do you think?"
Helen MacCauley sank down into one of the overstuffed couches that adorned the room.
"It's divine," she replied. "And perfect for when things get rolling. Plenty of floor space, plenty of beds, plenty of couches. Yes, it's perfect!"
MacCauley sat down next to her and wagged his head back in the general direction of the Richards' office-cabin. "I think we've got three sure-fire winners back there," he said. "Did you see the way Jason went after that little girl's pussy?"
His wife nodded. "Yes, and don't forget the couple in Number Seven who we saw on our walk, Jordan, wasn't that their name?" She leaned back gave a long sigh. "It should be a beautiful week, Lou."
MacCauley grinned and leaned over, placing a meaty hand on his wife's nyloned thigh. He began stroking her there, moving his palm in slow circles along the hot flesh, pushing the hem line of the dress she wore further and further up as his caressing hand moved higher.
He leaned over and whispered huskily into her ear, "Think it'll be enough young cock for you, my sweet?"
Her eyes were closed and her mouth parted in a small moan as his fingers began running across the sheer silk panties that hugged her cunt.
"And the pussy," she sighed. "Don't forget about the pussy. That young girl and her mother… ohhhh, I can't wait to go down on them!"
MacCauley's index and middle fingers pulled aside the panties and began teasing the lips of her hot hole.
"I'm not forgetting, my lovely bitch," he whispered as his tongue lanced out and teased her ear. "I plan to fuck them both myself, many times…"
As her husband's fingers continued to tease her cunt lips and her clit, Helen MacCauley spread her nylon-sheathed legs even wider apart. The dress was all bunched up around her hips now.
"Ohh, finger-fuck me, darling," she begged. "Get me off while I think about all the fun I'm going to have with these boys and girls this next week."
"Certainly, my dear," said her husband. And he began ramming his fingers in and out of the sophisticated woman's pussy.
The faster his fingers reamed her, the more she moaned and the harder her hips pumped against his hand. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the couch and her stylish shoes beat out a frenzied tattoo on the wooden floor as her excitement climbed higher and higher.
"Girls… pussy… cocks… sucking… fucking…" she moaned and panted as her husband's strong fingers continued to fuck her dripping hole.
"More cock and cunt than you can eat," he whispered fiercely. "Think of it, Helen. Think of it! Nothing but young hot bodies for you to play with… cocks… cunts… people going down on each other… think of it, Helen… think of it…"
All at once the woman's body seemed to almost leap up and hang suspended as the fingers screwed extra deep.
"Oh, my God!" she wailed. "That's it, baby… ohhh, that's it… aaaagggghhhhmmmmmmm!"
A series of nearly unbelievable convulsions took hold of her as she writhed and twisted on the couch. The cum juices flowed freely from her pussy, washing over Lou MacCauley's hands and dripping down both his wrist and the smooth shiny nylons his wife wore.
Lou grinned. He'd been married to this bitch for nearly fifteen years and the reason it had lasted was that they knew what the other liked.
"Do you like that, baby? Do you like it?"
"Ohh, you know I do, Lou… that's it… ohhh, I'm doing it… I'm cumming again… ohhh… aggghhh, ohhh, oooooh!"
At last, knowing that she was drained for the time being, MacCauley's fingers came to rest. They remained inside her twat until the cunt walls had stopped quivering. Then they came out and ran the length of her body, up over her stomach and across her breasts and along the smooth curve of her neck. When they rested over her mouth, the fingers were still wet and heavily scented with her own juices. This was something else that MacCauley knew his wife always loved.
Holding her husband's hand with both of her own, she took the fingers into her mouth and licked her own cum from them, moaning softly to herself at the delicious taste.
As she did this, Lou asked casually, "And who were you thinking of, my sweet, when you finally shot your gun?"
"The woman," she mumbled, still licking. "The woman Mrs. Richards… ohhh, Lou… it's going to be so beautiful…"
Lou nodded, feeling his dick grow hard.
He knew his wife was right…