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In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 36

Updated: Apr 4, 2023

In Search of the Final Freedom: An Erotic Socio-Political Novel


Raising the Revolutionary Flag of a Sexual Freedom

Chapter 36

Full Throttle

As soon as they pulled out of the parking lot it was obvious that Friday night traffic was a nightmare on Miami Beach. It took almost half-an-hour to make the short trip back to the house. The teens didn’t seem to mind as all four had piled into the very back seat. Looking in the rearview, Bonnie couldn’t help notice that Josh sat between Sarah and Bailey, not next to Kimi. As Bonnie looked back and forth into the rearview a few times, she realized Kimi was quite openly directing the other two girls to take turns sucking off her erstwhile boyfriend. Neither Sarah nor Bailey made any effort to pretend they were doing anything other than giving Josh a blowjob. For his part, Josh mostly just sat, his head tilted back with his eyes closed as he enjoyed being the center of attention. No doubt, this was a wet dream come true for the bookish teenager. As far as Bonnie knew, this was the first time Bailey had done something with a guy since that terrible party over the 4th of July weekend. Equally significant was that Sarah, who had only put a penis in her mouth on that single afternoon with Lamar just before they left for Miami, appeared quite relaxed both watching Bailey suck Josh, as well as taking her turn taking the erection into her mouth. Not that Bonnie could actually see the girls doing him, but it was more than obvious that was what they were doing.

She almost said something, but did not know Bailey well enough to risk embarrassing her; and besides she didn’t want Marcy to freak out by letting her know that her little girl was sucking dick right in the van with them. She’d had enough trauma this morning.

Marcy used her cell to call Trish and asked if she should bring home food. Trish said they had ordered out for Chinese and there was plenty left. Marcy asked “So how have things gone with a house full of horny teens?” Trish cryptically answered “Well I think things are winding down now, but one can’t be sure with teenagers”.

Marcy relayed the answer to Bonnie.

“I wonder what she meant?” Bonnie mused.

“I Don’t’ know”

Once they found someplace to park the van half way up the block, the teens ran off leaving Bonnie and Marcy to bring in the gear. Bonnie was last in, hauling the ice chest and umbrella. Though the chest had wheels, it took some pulling to get it up and over the door sill. She turned to complain that she had gotten no help, when she saw Misty.

The main floor of the rental house had nearly all the interior removed to make it nearly fully open. But the furniture had been arranged so that there were clearly different areas, or quasi-rooms. As one entered, there was still the tile that demarked the once enclosed entry way. From there, one could see clear to the far wall, where there was the full-sized dining table. At that far end of the house, the kitchen was to the left of the table and the TV area to the right. Just inside the door, directly to Bonnie’s left as she entered, was what surely had been a small bedroom at one time. It now contained a couch/pull-out bed, coffee table and a small desk. To the right of the entry way was what in the 70’s was called a conversation pit. It was the largest of the quasi-rooms; two overstuffed “L” shaped seating units sat across from one another to give the space some feeling of continuity. Each of the oversized “L” units appeared to have been made for a hotel lobby. Between them were a pair of large rectangular metal & glass coffee tables. All in all, it made a nice space that could seat eighteen people. Beyond the conversation pit, was a second seating area with a couch and love seat.

It was on the “L” unit that ran beside the entry way that Misty was comfortably relaxing. She was lying up on the nicely developed chest of the boy she’d been with earlier, Brett. He sat propped up with a throw pillow on the short side of the unit. He had one leg dropped off the front of the couch and the other against the back rest. Between his open legs, was Misty, working on her lap-top. All very innocent, if they both weren’t naked. Naked as was everyone in the room. Franklin and Zara sat side by side on the same “L” unit playing a game on another laptop. Caitlin was on the far unit also doing something on a lap top. Red was lounging behind her watching what she was doing on her computer… slowly working his right middle finger deep in her vagina. For her part, Caitlin seemed to be paying him no notice; though the fact she had her legs spread wide to give him access indicated that she had initiated this.

Beyond them, Haley was on the far couch, apparently riding yet another boy…Squirrel if Bonnie’s memory was correct. On the tables were left-overs from dinner and significantly, condoms spread out as if a box had been emptied on the table. On the floor she noticed at least half-a-dozen torn open wrappers.

When Bonnie pushed the door shut, Misty looked up and said “Hi Mom.” Brett began to take his hand from cupping her right breast, but Misty stopped him. Similarly, Red began to pull his hand away from Caitlin’s crotch, but his retreat was also stopped. In returning his hand back down, Bonnie saw Caitlin guide a second finger up into her. Bonnie had been right; Red was fingering Caitlin at her bidding. Only then did she look up from her screen and said “Hi Mrs. C” without taking her hand from holding Red’s fingers in her vagina. “

“HI, Mrs. C.” Haley said cheerfully, continuing to roll her hips on her guy’s lap. “The sweet & sour chicken and some fried rice is here on the coffee table, but the rest is in the kitchen. We’ve been having a great time, but in a bit we’d like to go out shopping. Zara said the shops stay open till like 2:00 AM.”

All in all, it was a bit much to take in at once. With a flash the thought came to Bonnie: This is exactly what she’d been preparing the girls to do. Here they were, masters of their own pleasure, with no shame and no need for excuses. Here was a glimpse of a future where human sexuality has been freed from the Puritans; but equally important it was free from the exploiters who only find sexual pleasure at someone else’s expense. In this room, everyone was a winner. Everyone was happy and comfortable with themselves and with their situation.

Behind her, the voice of Kimi the sweet little Asian girl asked “Mrs. C.? This morning, Haley said for this vacation, they are allowed to get it on right in front of you and everyone. Is that true?”

To Bonnie, it felt like it took her a very long time to craft a response to this unexpected question. She had not told the girls any such thing; however, she could see how Haley could have come to that conclusion. After all, apparently last night at least she, Misty and Sarah had watched her fivesome with the two Swiss men for a good hour. What was more, she’d not said anything when Misty and Sarah had oral sex a mere feet from her, then later Misty had done Sarah with the strap-on in full view of all three mothers. No, she’d not actually seen it, but that was because Marcy was sitting on her face…again in full view of the girls. Thinking it through, it seems they indeed had, by example, indicated to the girls they could have sex right in front of the adults on this trip. But did she have to let that stand? Could she simply say that had been a mistake? Could she revert to the way it had been before? What had been going on while she’d been at the beach? Those open condom wrappers told some of the story, but what of Trish? Had she quarantined herself while the teens were having an orgy downstairs? Had it just been downstairs? She had explicitly said the open-door rule applies on this trip. Given the fact the adult’s bed is in line of sight with the other upstairs bed; there was no way to have both the open-door rule while also visually separating adult and teen sex. and they were spending a week in this house together. No, she could not backtrack. What was done was done.

“It’s like this,” Bonnie said carefully. “Around me and the rest of our crew, you are free to do what you enjoy, where ever you choose to enjoy it, with who you enjoy doing it with. So, yes, I guess that means if you want to, I don’t mind if you…… get it on.”

“That’s so cool.” She went over to join Bailey at the kitchen table, tossing the cover-up she’d donned when they left the nude beach.

Shaking her head, Bonnie walked over to the table and picked up a plate. Looking to her right she saw her assumption was correct. Haley was indeed having sex on the couch that directly faced the TV. A wave of discomfort came over her, but she put it aside and walked over to the coffee table, right in front of the screwing couple, to get some sweet and sour. Squatting down to get the food, Haley’s back was to Bonnie. Directly in front of her, as Haley leaned forward kissing the boy they called Squirrel; she could easily see Haley’s inner lips stretched around his penis. Bonnie was impressed by her dexterity. She repeatedly slammed her hips down on the shiny green latex covered shaft while never moving her shoulders or breaking her kiss. Bonnie put rice, chicken and sauce on her plate.

She decided she would not be embarrassed. She took a seat in the loveseat that sat perpendicular to the couch. The same place she'd sat yesterday when Misty and Sarah had their opening round of sex in the same spot occupied by Haley and Squirrel. Sitting less than eight feet from where the teenage couple were in active coitus, she observed that no matter how much force she used on the down stroke, Haley's thighs never shook. In addition to using those muscular thighs to lift herself over and over, Haley was rocking her hips front to back. “Ah, the benefits of youth” Bonnie thought. Then it occurred to her it was not just Haley’s youth that facilitated her prowess, it was her rodeo riding. Surely, she had developed strength and stamina in those legs from guiding a ¾ ton horse for hours every day with those thighs.

She was determined that she would still interact with the teens as the adult responsible for their safety. She could not afford, they could not afford, for her to even give the appearance of becoming merely a participant in their erotic play. She could not let herself become a peer. She needed a way to play her proper role without condemning them. She quickly saw an easy way to do this. She said to Haley “There had better be a rubber on that thing girl”, even though she had clearly seen the condom when she had filled her plate.

Haley, who had been kissing the boy intently for a good five minutes, stopped and sat up breathing hard. Without irritation she said “Sure do Mrs. C, we got it.” She lifted up and the penis clad in a green condom popped free. She snuggled in beside him. She was coated in sweat and her hard breathing didn’t abate for some minutes.

Bonnie could tell something was bothering Haley. “You OK?” she asked.

Haley started right in without delay “We’ve been messing around all afternoon. It’s been great, everybody just doing whoever, whenever, just totally great. But oddly I haven’t’ had an “O” all day. I mean that’s not like me. I can cum in minutes, but not today.”

“Why do you think you’re having problems? Are you uncomfortable with the fact there are lots of other people around while you’re doing it?”

“No, I think it’s cool. Last night when I played with Caitlin and Bailey, and then today it’s all so open and natural. I really like that a lot. But that very thing seems to intrude on my ability to focus on cumming.”

That was the first she’d heard that Haley had sex with Caitlin and Bailey last night; however, she was not at all surprised given the fact that Misty and Sarah took over the upstairs bed. After a moment of thought Bonnie answered, “Well, perhaps I can help. You see the first time I did it when I was in a room full of people… well actually I was on the deck of the San Dinero surrounded by people; but I had the same problem.”

“So what did you do?” the naked teen asked.

“It sounds funny, but rather than blocking it out; when I’m with a group, I put on a show. I make them part of my experience rather than try to shut them out. Once I made the performance part of my pleasure, it was like a whole new type of sexual experience. Now days, when I have an audience, I never have any trouble and the more they watch me the more turned on I get.” So as not to look liked she was asking Haley to put on a show for her Bonnie got up to look for a soda.

In the kitchen, beside the refrigerator was a bulletin board that had been filled with brochures and menus. The literature had been taken down an put on the sideboard below. In their place a row of nine used (and filled) condoms had been pinned up.

As she tried to figure out what that was about, Zara came up beside her. “It seems that the Euro-Club girls decided to make a trophy board. Their plan is to take a picture of the board and all their trophies before you guys check out so they can show the other club members when they get back to Georgia. Yea, on one hand its kind of gross, but on the other its simply brilliant. I wish I’d thought of that when we first got here.”

Bonnie didn’t know what to say. She more or less agreed with Zara’s assessment. “OK, I get it” was what she said. “They will just have to throw these things out before we leave.”

Zara laughed, “Yea, I guess so.”

With that Bonnie headed up the stairs.

Opening the bathroom door, she could tell the double shower was being used. She knew she shouldn’t but she poked her head in far enough to see into the shower stall with the fogged-up glass. Inside she could see Bailey and Josh scrubbing each other. His hard on seemed to say this was just foreplay before they started fucking. She slipped out quietly so as not to disturb them and headed up stairs to crawl into the big garden tub.

Trish and Marcy were already in the water, and the Jacuzzi was running full blast. Without waiting for an invite, Bonnie slid in with her friends. This made the tub nearly full, but not unpleasantly so.

”I was just telling Trish about our invite for tomorrow night” Marcy said.

“So we have plans for the next two nights, then on Monday we are going to Key Largo to go snorkeling. We’ll be busy.” Trish said.

”Talking about busy, what happened here?” Bonnie inquired.

“It was something else” Trish began. “After you left, I took a nap like I said I would. When I finally went down the stairs the sex had already started. It wasn’t like they all just threw their clothes off at once. Initially Misty and Caitlin were in the shower. Right off I could see the three boys sitting in the conversation pit using the laptops. It took till I got across the room to see Haley. While the boy they call Red was working with the computer, Haley was on her stomach blowing him. I’m sure my eyes bugged out, but no one else seemed to even notice. If I was going to say they could not have sex when adults could see them, that would have been the time to do it. But I didn’t. Should I have stopped them?” She looked to Bonnie for an answer.

“No, you did the right thing. Though perhaps we should have made a deliberate decision about this, but we sort of inadvertently made the decision to treat the girls, at least on this trip, as if they were adults.”

Trish seemed to be happy Bonnie had supported her decision, then continued her story. “For a while that was all that happened, except the boy put down the computer and just a minute later, he came. From what I could see, Haley swallowed all he gave her. And it’s not like she didn’t know I was right there watching because I made sure to move to where she could see me. I suppose that now she’s having sex with Gregg in their trailer with her mother right there, my presence was not a big deal. After that, there was no more sex for a while. Like you said, we had not actually talked about what we’d do on the trip. I know that at home you had never let the girls have sex in front of us like that; but they all had seen how Haley had sucked off Red while I stood there and watched. I guess at that moment I’d tacitly told them that they could have sex right in front of us all they wanted. When Misty and Caitlin came out from the shower in just some little thong panties it wasn’t all that crazy, since that was basically what they had been wearing at the beach all morning.”

“So,” Trish said taking a breath, “Misty and Caitlyn join the others on the couches looking at the laptops. I really tried to act as if nothing was the slightest bit unusual, though I don’t think I can be as cool as you are Bonnie. I found myself struggling to ask the kids what they want for dinner. I couldn’t help but notice that Misty’s hand went right into in Brett’s trunks. I’m sure it was obvious that I had seen; but still didn’t say anything. Next thing I know his trunks are down and she is giving him a hand job with me standing right in front of her.”

“What were the others doing?” Bonnie asked.

“Nothing but that. They were using the three laptops to play some sort of game with each other. Caitlin and Squirrel were using her computer together and they were playing against Red and Brett. So Haley and the girl, Zara, were kind of left out, so they moved to the other couch and turned on the TV. First they watched some Japanese cartoon, then Haley put on the Playboy Channel. It was like they didn’t even notice me, until Misty asked if I would go upstairs to get one of their condom boxes. By the time I found them and got back Misty had taken off her panties and was sitting on Brett’s face. After that things got really crazy.”

Marcy jumped ahead “Crazier you mean. I guess they all got after it?”

“No, like I said it wasn’t like that. It was like the two boys with Caitlin just watched until Brett and Misty took a break from screwing, then the three of them had a threesome while Misty and Brett watched. All the while they all knew I could see everything, and I mean I could see everything. They didn't care I was there. It was kinda odd, they treated me just like one of them.”

Bonnie corrected her “That makes sense. From what Kimi told me, I think this group of kids have been doing it in front of each other for almost a month, so this is a routine they’ve already worked out. She specifically told me about the first time she and Red fucked in front of the others and that was a good while ago. From what I gather they treat sex like any other activity; when two of them feel like screwing, they just do it right in front of the others without any fanfare.’”

Trish thought for a second “Yea, that is what it was like. While the Euro-Club girls have talked about sex being that casual, I don’t think they had fully reached that point yet. So, this group and ours meshed perfectly. Our girls were ready and waiting for this moment.”

Marcy nodded and added “That makes sense because with just two girls who, from what I gather have no problem saying yes or no as they please; and seven nerdy guys, our girls actually have balanced the numbers out.”

Bonnie thought it was safe to now say, “On the drive home, Kimi watched as Sarah and Bailey took turns sucking her boyfriend’s dick. None of them acted like it was any more than just something fun and a bit silly.”

Evidently Marcy had not been as oblivious as Bonnie assumed. She just said “Yea, they did it as casually as if they’d been sharing a soda. My girl has taken to oral sex every bit as easily as I’d expected she would.”

Bonnie thought for a moment then said, “It really is what Cooper keeps saying is proving itself everywhere we go; people are having sex with all sorts of people, but it’s all kept under the wrapper. It’s the stuff of life, normal life. These kids aren’t drugged up losers. From what Kimi said they are top drawer students going to some of the best colleges, and yet sex is just out there.”

Sarah appeared at the bathroom door, “Mom, we do have more condoms, don’t we? I know Mrs. Jackson sent some, but you three used a whole box last night and they used up another this afternoon. We might need more before the night is over.”

Marcy looked up a little befuddled “Yea, I’m sure we do.” And she crawled out of the big tub.

“So Trish, what were you doing for hours while in a room full of young people having sex?” Bonnie asked.

“The room wasn’t full of them having sex. I told you”

“OK, what did you do for hours while in a room of naked teens having sex on and off around you?”

“I told you I watched TV, ordered out for Chinese to be delivered and I watched more TV.”

Bonnie looked at her intently. “I saw your wrap and panties on the floor in the TV area.”

Trish struggled to find some words but found none before Marcy came back in. “

Marcy thought on that then said “Well I guess I’ve passed the test for being an open mom by giving my daughter a box of condoms knowing that several boys are downstairs. Now she said the condoms aren’t for her, she doesn’t plan on having sex with any of those guys, but it’s the point of it.”

The three mothers sat in the water for a few minutes then Bonnie said “Marcy, I’m trying to get Trish to explain why her wrap and panties were on the floor downstairs, in front of the television. I think she did more than serve food and condoms.”

“Trish, I can’t believe you would do anything like that….at least while I wasn’t here to participate.” Marcy said and broke out laughing. When she was done, she said “OK, you’re caught, give up the details.”

Trish blushed and quickly said “There’s not much to tell. I was sitting watching TV on the couch that faces the TV. Haley and Zara were on the love seat and they had been making out hot, heavy and nude, for a long time. And before you ask yes, I watched when they couldn’t see I was, and yes it was hot and it turned me on like crazy. The whole time they were going at it, the chubby kid Franklin is sitting by me. For a long time he didn’t say a word but finally he, out of the blue, said the pictures that Misty had taken last night were super-hot. I had not known she’d shown off those photos while I was asleep…right on the big TV screen no less.”

Marcy put in, “Not that we should be surprised.”

Trish agreed, “No I shouldn’t have been, but I was. He went on to say that he had never met a woman like me, a real-life MILF. Of course, I know what a MILF is and what he was saying, so I thanked him and then he pointed out that he and I were the only ones in the room with any clothes on. Yea, that geeky kid was wanting me to do it with him. I had to respect his boldness. Oh, and by then Caitlin and Zara were using their fingers and hands to get each other off.”

“So, what did you do?” Bonnie asked.

“Not right off, but after a while I realized he was right. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, so I peeled down as did he. Now I’d seen what the other guys were packing and it was nothing to notice, but thick bodied Franklin has a thick dick to match. More than long enough, but not super long, but when it was hard like that, it was fat enough for me to notice.” Then she added, “I could just barely get my hand around it.”

Marcy mocked her “Oh, so you felt obligated to give a hand job did you?”

“Yea, yea, and before you harass me anymore the end of the story is I let him put it in me.”

“Oh, I like that turn of phrase: I let him put it in me” Bonnie teased. “Not we had sex or he fucked me, but he put it in me" “And surprise, surprise, you liked it?”

”You know full well I did…I liked it a lot. Not just a lot, it was an…experience.”

“Did the other kids see you?” Marcy quizzed.

“Like I said they seemed to like to watch as one couple at a time had sex. I kissed Franklin for a good while. He wasn’t bad for a kid. For me it seemed more of a transgression to kiss the kid, than anything else we did. I know that makes since, but now looking back ,that is the only part that embarrasses me.”

Marcy nodded, “I actually understand what you are saying. I don’t think I’d hesitate…well not too long… to let any of those boys fuck me; but I think I’d feel a little pervy about kissing them.”

“Yea, that is how I feel” Trish continued. “I played with his thick dick and he did a pretty fair job of using his hand…good enough to make me cum. When I decided to let him put his dick in me, I bent over the back of the couch. I was impressed. He did it much longer than I thought he’d be able to last. The truth is, he went on so long I have no idea how much time passed. I sort of zoned out. I guess it was a combination of his size and the angle he was drilling me; but the orgasms just passed over me like a tide. Even as it was going on I knew at one point he replaced his dick with his fingers before going back to work with his penis. Only after I completely collapsed and then recovered, did I see he’d filled two condoms.”

Bonnie was taken aback, “He’d cum, then put on a new condom and came again all in one sitting?”

Trish nodded. “Later Zara told me she had put a fresh condom on him while he finger banged me. Like I said, I’d zoned out and had no idea he’d cum half way through. And since you’ll find out anyway, I’ll also let you know that for a good half an hour I was the center of attention…or perhaps more accurately, I was the teenager’s entertainment. The whole crew watched me for what they said was forty minutes of almost constant banging. Perhaps I got a little responsive when I kept telling him to do me harder. I’m not totally sure, but I think it was because tears were running down my face that he asked if I wanted him to stop. But one thing I clearly remember was telling him to keep going till I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. And that was exactly what he did. Never in my life have I been pounded like that. And my thighs and pelvic muscles are sore from I don’t know how many cycles of contractions. So…maybe…just possibly it was my fault that I became the center of attention.”

Bonnie couldn’t help but harass her “So, you out of the kindness of your heart, made out with this geeky kid until he got you off with his hands, then you bent over the back of the sofa so he could put his super-thick dick in your pussy… and you… to make him look good to his friends….you moaned, groaned and loudly demanded that he do you really hard & long so that Misty and her friends could see him bring you to a string of orgasms that went on for half an hour.”

Do I have it right?”

Marcy answered the question “I think that is what it sounded like you said.”

Now Trish was deep red. She just nodded and said “That sounds like a good way of putting it. Oh, two more things. I guess Misty went up to get her camera while I was in LaLa Land. Later she showed me the photos she’d taken. They were actually really good.”

Bonnie said, “Misty seems to have a knack for taking great photos of people having sex.”

“Yes, she does” Trish agreed. “I never in a million years thought I’d actually like seeing photos of me having sex; but I really do like the pictures she took today….and the ones she took of me with Hans and Otto too. Here and now, I will commit to paying Misty to make up a photobook for each of us from this trip like the one Bonnie has from her sex cruise.”

“Thanks, that will be great” Marcy said. “Mike will love it, but don’t look for it on our coffee table.” After they all laughed, she asked “And Trish? The other thing?”

“Well…I guess I just might have told him that if he would like to do that again before we leave all he has to do is ask.”

Bonnie laughed “There is nothing that will help a geeky kid with his self-image like telling him you’ll fuck him anytime he wants it.”

Even Trish laughed at that.

After a few moments of sitting in silence, Trish added “I think I will gladly embrace that fiction that none of it was for my own gratification. That’s right, I was just being polite and trying to make him look good.” She sat back then added a post script to her story. “Not a minute after I’d pinned the two condoms on the bulletin board…yes I did that too…. …. the food arrived. You should have seen that delivery guy’s face when I swung the door open.”


“Oh, yea, not a stitch and still flushed and breathing hard. Unless he was the most dimwitted guy on Miami Beach, he knew full well I’d just finished having sex. And of course, it was not just me who was naked; he could easily see the others standing around. When you called, we were just finishing eating. So that’s the whole story.”

“And quite a story it is” Marcy said with a smile, followed by a kiss to Trish’s lips. “I really am disappointed I missed all that.”

Picking up a razor from the side of the tub Bonnie said “I bet that electrolysis is popular here. I’ve got to shave like every day because I left my epilator at home.”

Trish agreed “Yea, I think we need to go get it done when we get home” as she also soaped up to shave. Then she added “Now that I have to go completely bald due to that postage stamp sized bikini you talked me into wearing, it would be good to just have all the hair gone for good. And besides that, I’m going grey down there, and I’m not about to start dying my kitty fur.”

Bonnie knew full well that her own greying pubic hair had been in her mind when she first shaved it all off last year.

Once she and Trish had finished “I think the kids want to go out shopping tonight” Bonnie said “I’ll take them if you guys want to stay here.”

“No I want to go” Trish piped up.

“So do I” seconded Marcy.

“OK, let’s see how many of the kids want to come” Bonnie said as she clambered out of the big tub.

After toweling dry Trish suggested “Our visitors have all seen me naked already so, why don’t we all go downstairs like this” using her hands to indicate she meant nude.

“If you want” Bonnie said and headed out the door drying herself as she went.

The appearance of the moms of two of the girls, stark naked, caused quite a stir among the guys in the common room. That amused Bonnie since they had seen all but about ten square inches of her already. She knew it was the point of them being completely naked that mattered, a lot.

“FUUUCK! Your moms are so fuck’n hot!” Squirrel, who was on a computer at the dining table, blurted out.

On the couch, right beside him, Haley’s hips pushed up to meet Franklin’s ass as they copulated.

“Well, well” Bonnie said as she entered the room. “I guess Trish didn’t come close to wearing Franklin out.”

“The glories of youth” was her response.

When Haley realized the mothers were in the room, she appeared to take Bonnie’s advice and work to put on a show. She pushed Franklin off of her and then squatted over him to face Sarah’s mom. Once straddled over Franklin’s thick penis, she reached down underneath her and guided him back in letting out a deep groan as it entered. Using those powerful thighs of hers, she quite slowly and repeatedly lifted, lowered and thrust her hips on the erection. Even if it were not undoubtedly erotic, it would still have been quite an impressive feat of strength.

Haley, who had been sitting next to them, stood and began to talk to her mother in a very upbeat voice, “This is so great. Gerta would be impressed”.

“What do you mean?” Marcy replied in a voice which was far more relaxed than she expected.

“Well, we have both completely overcome our inhibitions and the American social norms and have embraced life as it comes to us. I know you are wondering. No, I have not had sex with one of the guys, though I did suck off Josh in the van on the way home.”

That got her mother’s attention.

In a voice a little too breezy to be real, Sarah went on, “Well, actually Bailey and I did, but I got the cream. It seemed to have more…uh, I guess flavor is the right word. Well, Josh’s semen had more to it than Lamar’s. Is that normal?”

Bonnie thought it best to let Marcy handle her daughter’s question. And she did with surprising candor. “Yes its quite normal. Not only does one guy’s semen taste different than another; the same guys can taste different based on what he has had to eat. And some, well perhaps one in four have almost no taste at all. I actually prefer a guy who gives me a flavor that stays with me for a while. I think its sexy to blow a guy at a party or just a quickly in a car, then go back to normal things with his taste still in my mouth.”

Sarah seemed to be taken off guard by her mother’s frank reply. Bonnie certainly was. Though Marcy had made it clear she’d had a good many sexual partners before getting married; she’d been notably tight lipped about any specifics.

Once Sarah got over the surprise, she went back to that faux light voice “I haven’t screwed one of the guild guys yet, because I really hope to do it with Zac before we leave. If it looks like it won’t work out with Zac, I will most definitely do one of these guys. I think I’ll ask Josh. He’s really nice and I know Kimi won’t mind because she’d already suggested it while Bailey and I were taking turns sucking him. That was fun sharing like that. I am actually a little surprised how much I like giving guys oral sex. When you were upstairs in the tub, I asked Misty if she’d share Brett. She let me join her in giving him a blow job, but we didn’t do it till he came. I’m sure before the week’s out, and perhaps before the night’s out, I’ll have gotten a mouthful of cum from all the guys here.”

Given how the last few weeks had progressed, Bonnie wasn’t at all surprised at what Sarah said; and she didn’t think Marcy was either. Still, she knew it was taking her some effort to maintain her composure.

While Haley was putting on her very sexy show and Sarah was briefing her mother, Bonnie wondered where her own daughter had gone. However, after taking only one step to her left, she realized that Misty had been right in the room the whole time. Bonnie’s view had been blocked by one of the columns. When she stepped a few feet closer to the “L” unit, she saw, for the first time ever, Misty actually having sex with a guy.

Looking down over the back of the sofa, she immediately made eye contact with her daughter. She smiled broadly at her mother and winked. Misty was on her back with Brett over her in the missionary position. Her hips were up on a throw pillow lifting her pelvis up slightly. Bonnie could see his ass squeeze and push forward then relax and pull back in a slow cadence. Not breaking eye contact with her mother, Misty wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper with a pleased sigh. That action had lifted her hips up so that her mother could see her labial lips wrapped around the base of the green condom covered erection.

She didn’t have any idea how many times her daughter had had seen her mother’s lips gripping a penis; but this was a first for Bonnie. She asked herself “And what do I think of this sight?” Then answered herself “My daughter has a lovely body… and it is way more flexible than mine is these days. Taking in both Misty’s evident joy and the penis pressing into her daughter at the same time; Bonnie could only be filled with happiness for her little girl…who was a little girl no longer.

The thought came to Bonnie that everyone in the room could see her just standing there, quite obviously watching Misty and Brett screw. She didn’t care. It was a beautiful and joyous sight and she was not going to let this special moment be rushed.

The whole time she stood there, and it was quite a while, Misty kept her gaze on her mother. She knew Misty could tell when her eyes moved from Misty’s smile, to the locus of their sex. She equally knew Misty wanted her to watch. So she did.

Misty released the grip on his hips and whispered something to Brett. He began to stroke with purpose.

It seemed very odd to Bonnie, that on the same couch, not a foot from Misty’s head; Josh and Kimi were focused on doing something on one of the laptops. And in the other “L” unit Zara and Red were talking about something that was on the third computer - and everyone was still completely naked. But she, and she alone, was watching Misty taking the strokes of Brett’s cock.

Marcy was listening to her daughter continue on when Haley flung her arms over her head and shouted, “It feels so good. I love the feeling of being filled like this right in front of everyone.” Bonnie was sure that Haley was heeding her advice to put on a show. Then Haley followed up by gripping her breasts and announcing loudly “Yes, I’m going to cum!” This of course got everyone’s attention and Haley’s eyes clearly were taking in the attention and converting it into her rising climax.

Haley’s outburst and then her long and loud orgasm helped Bonnie finally pull her eyes away from watching Misty. Once Haley was done, Bonnie stepped to the middle of the room to make a general announcement. “We are going out to walk around and do some shopping. Anyone who wants to join us needs to be dressed in fifteen minutes.”

It was only then she realized there was a guy she hadn’t seen before in the alcove that was once a bedroom. He was sitting on the couch with Bailey and Caitlin. What got her attention was that he was fully clothed. She crossed the twenty feet or so and extended her hand “Hi, I’m Bonnie, I don’t think we’ve met.”

Though he clearly was trying to act with decorum while rising and taking the nude woman’s hand, his eyes only slowly lifted from her unclothed body to her face. “I’m Tommy. I came to pick up my friends”

Sitting on the couch Bailey said, “He’s kinda freaked out. I told him you and Mrs. Marshal are Misty and Sarah’s moms, but he doesn’t believe me.”

Bonnie shook his almost trembling hand, “It’s true, Misty is mine and Sarah is Marcy’s.”

The boy just stood wide eyed and then slowly sat back down. “Kimi” Bonnie asked, “Did Bailey tell you that Sarah’s mom teaches at their high school?”

Bailey’s head nodded as Bonnie continued “Of course we keep all this very quiet back home. Well, nice to meet you Tommy, I’ve got to get put together to go shopping.” She turned and went back to the main part of the open format house, stopping only for a minute to watch Misty again. She could tell the boy was driving hard toward climaxing, but she could not help but tell her daughter beneath him, “If you’re coming with us you’d better finish up pretty quick.”

Bonnie had hardly stepped away when she was sure the boy began his orgasm. Haley was continuing to enjoy herself as Bonnie went to the stairs, “Remember fifteen minutes before we leave.” Then as an afterthought she added “If any of your new friends want to stay the night, they are welcome.” Then she headed upstairs.

They had a great time walking at night and looking at more of the shops and boutiques. The entire crew joined them. It was a big group now and after a while they split up with Trish and Marcy taking Sarah, Bailey, Zara and Squirrel while the others went with Bonnie. The mom’s looked for outfits for their party tomorrow night and Misty looked for props to use for beach photos.

It was almost 1:00 AM when Bonnie and company met up with the others for a late-night bite to eat and past 2:00 AM when they made it back to the house. Bonnie and the other moms were wiped out from the pace of the last few days. Their bodies reminded them they might be acting like college girls again, but they were in fact all over forty…and Marcy was approaching fifty. Bonnie didn’t even bother to see what the sleeping arrangements would be with the extra bodies downstairs.

On Saturday morning, it was after 10:00 AM before Bonnie crawled out of the bed and made it downstairs for something to eat. She was not surprised to see little movement among the young people. It appeared that Caitlin was the only one awake as she rummaged through the miscellaneous food stuffs on the kitchen counter. While Bonnie had pulled on the sheer floral shirt she’d begun wearing as her “summer at home” look; Caitlin was totally nude. Bonnie thought back to those elementary school years when Caitlin effectively lived at the Campbell’s in the summers. How often had Caitlin and Misty not put on a stitch of clothing for days on end? Of course, at ages six through eleven, they’d never thought a thing of it. Even after they began to grow pubic hair and breast buds that was just normal life. After all, when Gina, Caitlin’s mother was sunning by the pool when Cooper was at work, she normally went nude, as did Bonnie. Somehow, Bonnie had never considered that in just a few short years Caitlin would have a woman’s body (a one-in-a-million woman’s body) and still be totally comfortable in the nude. But there she was, likely totally unaware of the effect her nudity had on others.

A thought occurred to Bonnie. She wondered if Misty would have gone through those few years when she was ashamed of her body and sexuality embarrassed her if Caitlin had not been yanked from her life? Was it just coincidence that it was soon after Caitlin was pulled away that Misty had stopped going naked at home? Or was it cause and effect? She’d never considered that possibility before. But…yes… there had to be a link. Caitlin had told Misty how her mom’s new boyfriend had declared that her mother’s old life of sin was over. Misty had heard the same reports. Bob wanted Gina and her daughter to act “Christian,” but of course Bob never legally married Gina (though publicly he claimed he had); but who said religious conservatives need be consistent in their ranting?

With those things sill in her head coming up behind Caitlin Bonnie said “Well everyone is just dead this morning.”

“No, Sarah and Bailey are already gone off with those two guys on their roller blades.”

“Oh, yea, I’d forgotten about that.”

Caitlin elaborated “Last night they went up to bed, not long after we got back here. I guess they were planning for an early start.”

“When did the rest of you go to sleep?”

“I’m not sure but we all messed around for most of the night before it got quiet. I suspect if we’d looked out the windows, dawn was showing.”

Bonnie looked over at Caitlin and asked “Are you OK with all this sex stuff? I know you don’t have near the experience with guys that Haley does.”

“Oh, it’s fantastic!”


“Yea Mrs. C., I’m having a great time. I’m not doing anything I don’t want to, and I’m getting to do a lot of stuff I have only dreamed of doing, but never thought I would. The truth is I’ve fantasized about living my mother’s old lifestyle since I was about eight. Well, yesterday I really did it.”

Bonnie nodded, “Yes, it has been like a page out of Gina’s world. More than once I told your mother I wished I could try out her life…well the good parts of it at least.”

Caitlin seriously said “Yes. Just the good parts. I know all too well that while some people don’t approve of how she made a living; she really liked getting paid to help interesting people live out their sex fantasies by making a little video movie. She used to come home and talk about the clients and the fun scenarios the clients and producer had created. They were little movies and she would tell me all about what it went through to make them. While she didn’t go into the details of doing the sex scenes; she gave an overview of how they set up those too. They weren’t like home videos, from what I remember, Mom said the company had a crew of about fifteen people to make them; and Mom was the star. I’m sure you know how they would go to all sorts of places around Atlanta; fancy hotels, stores and places they rented out for a few nights, up at cabins in the mountains north of the city and even down to the beach outside of Savanah. She’d tell me about the stories and how fun it was to play different roles. That thing you guys did with those two Swiss guys was like a real-life version of one of her videos. So was last night, with Mrs. Simms getting it by a hot teenage guy surrounded by more hot naked teens. They were both like mommy porn fantasies come to life.”

Bonnie had to laugh because she knew Caitlin was right. It was exactly like the fantasies of board middle-aged housewives. And with Misty photographing it all, it really was like a porn set. Except there was nothing fake about it. “You are so right. And yes I remember your mom telling me week by week about each project. But not everything was done in Georgia. She went up to Colorado to do a ski fantasy once and I was so jealous when your mother went to Hawaii for two weeks.”

Caitlin pulled a bowl from the cabinet and poured some dry cereal. “I think that was the first time I spent weeks at a time at your house. I was too small to know how long she was gone, but I knew I had fun with Misty.”

“She was gone two weeks. Yes, it was the first time you lived with us for an extended time. I think she did a couple of videos while she was there. And I think she did some nude modeling too.”

Bonnie didn’t add that while Gina had gone to make a video, the reason she was gone so long was that she was the defacto escort for the Russian oligarch and his wife with whom she did the “movie”. As far as she could recall, this was the first time Caitlin had ever brought up her mom’s career in making fantasy videos with couples. Nearly everything of what she knew about Caitlin’s knowledge of what her mom did was from things Misty had told her. It was only recently Misty had told her that she and Caitlan had started actively watching Gina’s sex videos at the outset of puberty. How many girls get to watch professional porn starring their best friend’s mom?

What Bonnie replied was “She had a great time in Hawaii. She told me all about it.” Bonnie laughed “And she told me about all the sex parts too. She stayed on a yacht and just went from island to island for the whole two weeks. Like I said, I was jealous…I’m still jealous.”

Caitlan laughed with Bonnie then said “She had a bunch of photos from that trip. I don’t know what happened to them, but I remember looking at them for years. They became the basis for my earliest romantic fantasies.” She paused then said, “Now that I think about it, in those photos, she wore pretty much the same kinds of things we have been wearing on this trip. I was seven or eight and I asked her about the thong bikinis that she seemed to have worn all the time. I’d never seen a swimsuit like that before and I asked if it itched.”

They both laughed again.

“I’m sure I had seen her in thong panties around our trailer and in her videos, but I guess to me that wasn’t the same as a swimsuit.”

Bonnie was curious “I’m not criticizing at all, but I’m I right in understanding you and Misty watched her videos together. How old were you?”

Caitlin took her bowl of cereal to the table. “I know you’re not criticizing. For me as a little girl, to see my mom have sex in videos was a lot like Misty seeing you and Mr. C. have sex in person. She doesn’t remember anytime she did not occasionally see you guys doing it. Misty likes to tell people that when you and Mr. C. were younger you would do it just about anywhere and anytime the mood hit you.”

Bonnie laughed again. “Yea, our bodies were more flexible back then. And I think hornier too. But her memory is right. We’d do it pretty much anywhere in the house or out by the pool when we got turned on. We didn’t hold back. Back in those days, to me having sex in our bed seemed so pedestrian.”

With a smile Caitlin said “You seem to forget, I virtually lived there too. I’ve seen you guys going at it even in the laundry room and on the stairs.”

They both laughed, then Caitlin went on “It is the same way with me and my mom. I don’t remember when I did not occasionally see Mom’s sex videos on the TV. She didn’t just sit and watch them by herself, but she would play them for her friends and I’d be in and out. After all, in a little single wide trailer there aren’t many places to go. Like Misty I didn’t think a thing of seeing it. And you can expect, if my mom showed a friend a porn video of herself, it always ended with them having sex.”

Bonnie had taken a seat next to Caitlin at the table. “That makes sense. But I didn’t know Gina let you watch her have sex.”

“She didn’t exactly. Not with men. Not because she thought it was bad, but she didn’t trust men. Any men. I think Mr. C. is the only man in the world she really trusts. She let me know that when men get hard dicks they can’t be trusted. The rule at home was that when I saw a guy had his dick out of his pants, I needed to stay outside or in my room. She didn’t need to tell me, that was just what we did. Like I said, Mr. C. was the only man she didn’t mind me being around when he was naked. But for a year or two before she met Bob, she was web-camming and sometimes I’d watch from outside the cam’s view. She did a lot of masturbation stuff and I’d watch her talk to her clients and get herself off. But never when men were actually at our place.”

“Wow!” Bonnie said. “That’s pragmatic. I recall her web-camming. Do you know she did a couple of session by our pool using her laptop? You and Misty weren’t there; not because she didn’t’ want you to see, but because she didn’t trust you guys to stay quiet. I took you guys off for ice-cream. Now you say that about men, I recall her saying that exact thing when you were about six. I had called her in a panic to tell her that you and Misty had watched Cooper and I have sex. We didn’t know you two had been in the house and Misty had coaxed you into watching.”

Caitlin said “Yes, I remember that first time.”

“I was so worried how she’d react. I’d only known her for less than a year and she’d finally told me the full story about what she did for a living a month or so before; but just because she made those videos didn’t mean she would be cool that you and Misty had stood and watched us. She just laughed and assured me she did not mind. That is when she explained why she shooed you out of the room when she was with men. But I guess I didn’t fully understand you saw her videos at that age.”

“Like I said, I wasn’t very interested. But you see I didn’t really see any difference between the videos with her in them and grown-up TV or movies. Mom always called herself an actress and most grown-up TV shows had sex scenes. I was too young to realize the sex on TV was fake. I thought they were all doing what Mom did in her videos. Actually, the reason I first showed Misty Mom’s videos was because I’d told her mom was in movies and she wanted to see them. I’m sure we were in first grade. But once we’d looked at parts of a few of them, it was boring so we didn’t really look at them again for several years. But like I said, we didn’t understand they were somehow different than shows on TV.”

Bonnie had to laugh about that. “I’ll have to ask Misty when she realized TV sex was fake.”

Caitlin laughed too, “Don’t call me stupid, but it wasn’t until a few years ago I really understood movie stars didn’t really have sex on set. After all, in my world faking it would be silly. You will have to ask her when she gets up.” She stopped and seemed to think about it for a minute. “I just now realized something. Maybe you already knew it, but I just now understood.”

Bonnie cocked her head “What?”

“As a kid, pretty much right up until when I was thirteen and Bob made such a huge deal about it; I didn’t realize that to most people what my mom did was gross and wrong. I think you know he made me promise to never ever tell anyone about any of that and told her to destroy all her videos and erase her web-cam files. As I think you know, Mom told me to stash the DVD’s and flash drives at your place. But, like I said when I was younger, since I thought all the stars had sex while making TV shows and movies; why would I think that what Mom did was different? What I just realized is that perhaps it is your fault I thought that for Mom to have sex to make a video or to web-cam in the nude was just like any other job.”

“My fault?”

“Yea your fault” Caitlin replied…with a big smile. “You are like my other-mother. Your house has been the most stable home I’ve had in my entire life. Mom and I started coming over when I was like five, so I don’t even remember before you were my mom’s best friend.”

A pang of pain hit Bonnie. She was right, Gina and Caitlin had been part of her world since not long after she moved to Sparta. This discussion reminded her how much she missed Caitlin’s mother.

“You and my mom talked about her work in front of me and Misty all the time. She didn’t go into detail with me about the sex parts, but I heard her telling you all sorts of stuff. Mostly it was like how she had sex with the husband and wife, and what she did when there were more participants than just the threesome; but she also told you about things like licking cum off the wife’s tits and taking it up the ass. Since Mom always answered any questions I had, I knew what all those terms meant. Sometimes she had to give a lot of explanation for me to understand; but she never blew me off. Mom really, really looked up to you and Mr. C. because you were respectable people; so if you thought those things were part of a normal job like any other parent had, then they were. But what I just realized is that it is because you treated her job as normal, I simply never even considered that it was not. There was one year, before Bob yanked me out of my whole social world, when Misty, Kelli and I (and sometimes Haley and the other club girls) started really watching porn together. I mean to watch it to masturbate as a group. Several nights we watched my mom’s videos and jilled off. That led directly to us making out and getting each other off. None of us saw the actors as trashy. They all knew my mom made movies but that just made her cool. I didn’t even think it was weird that we all watched my mom’s videos while we played with ourselves. Just last month Misty and I pulled out some of her videos and got off watching them. I’m sorry if you think I’m pervy, but I think my mom is super-hot. So it is your fault I think sex work is just as good as any other job and I think sex workers should be respected the way other actors are; not treated like trash.”

Bonnie didn’t see that as a bad thing at all. But before she could say anything Caitlin leaned over and gave her a hug. “Mrs. C., I love you so much.”

Bonnie was taken off guard by the sudden outburst.

“My mom and I owe you so much. I know she’s not in a place right now where she can openly tell you; but I know she loves you too. She knows even better than I do how much you have done for us. This week has reminded me how much I owe you. My life would not be anything like what it is without you.” She took a deep breath, then Bonnie saw tears begin to run down her cheeks. “For all the things Mom has loved about her life there have been some really terrible things too. She has paid a price for mistakes she has made; but you were always there for her. No matter how bad things got. You even took me in when she went to jail. Without you likely I would have gone into foster care and might never have gone home. I certainly would not have the life I have.”

Tears were streaming down Bonnie’s cheeks too. But what could she say? Likely everything Caitlin just said was true; but she certainly did not think she deserved any praise for it. She’d benefitted just as much. Her life and the life of her kids were intertwined with those of Gina and Caitlin. Gina’s unconventional life and lifestyle had been an ongoing challenge to Bonnie not to become closed minded. Especially in those years when Bonnie was still acclimatizing herself to life in Sparta; Gina and her libertine life had been an important balance to the pressures exerted by Sparta’s bourgeois social leaders. They had expected Bonnie to conform to her proper role as the wife of Cooper Campbell, community leader, rather than to be true to who she was: the free-spirited child of an Appalachian moonshiner. It was no sacrifice for Bonnie to choose to embrace the community “whore” (and that was what Gina was still seen by many as) to be her best friend over the proper women she “should” have befriended. How can someone separate who receives more from such a relationship?

After a moment’s pause Caitlin went on “I know some of the things that have happened to her over the years have been really bad, especially those related to her terrible choices of men; but lots of times, most of the time, she thought she was the luckiest woman in the world. Sure, we lived in a ratty little trailer, but she doesn’t care about those things. She was able to be herself and around you and Mr. C. she found love and acceptance for who she is.” Caitlin seemed to think for a moment then added “But you are showing me how I can have the good parts of Mom’s life, without the abusive stuff. I think that is what Mom has always hoped you would do for me.”

Bonnie was at a loss for words. She was glad Caitlin saw that on balance, her mother has had a wonderful life and more important; that her mother is a good person. “I know you are right in that your mother wants you to have all the good things. I was surprised how willing she was to risk conflict with Bob to let me know she knew what this trip would entail. She fully trusts my judgment regarding you and your safety. Though she didn’t say it, I think you are behaving exactly how she’d hoped you would. You are giving yourself permission to try new things that you couldn’t back home; but doing them in a place and in a way that is safe and supportive. I might not look like I am playing the parental role; but I am from behind the scenes. I don’t know how I’ll do it, but I am going to find a way to get your mother alone and tell her all about this week.”

“That would be great. I hope you can. I know…I mean I really know she would like that” Caitlin said. “So, I guess I should fill you in on what all happened yesterday… so you can tell my mother.” She paused to give a faux moment of thought. “Let’s see…yesterday… what did I do? Well I had sex with Red… and Squirrel…and Brett and Kimi and Haley. And I messed around with just about everyone else. It was too fun.”

That was way more than Bonnie had expected to hear; but she just nodded as if it had been exactly what she had expected Caitlin to say. “So Misty shared Brett last night?”

“Yea, I kinda felt sorry for the guys. After Tommy left, there were only three of them here and five of us girls. Not only that, but the three of us Euro-Club girls were all too ready to go and go and go.”

Caitlin pointed to the bulletin board and said “You don’t need to count them; there are an even twenty now. I’m sure at first it seemed like a dream to the guys, but they just couldn’t keep it up nearly as long as we could keep taking it. Poor Red he gave out before he’d done all of us even once. He just couldn’t contain himself and wanted to do it till he came every time he had sex with one of us; but he just couldn’t keep that up. I’m pretty sure all five of us got a piece of Brett before he couldn’t get it up anymore. But Squirrel kept it up forever and kept pinning condoms on the board. Last thing I remember before falling asleep was that he was spooning Zara. I know he did me twice and got me off both times. I think he did it for Misty as well. It was a great night.”

“Glad you had fun.”

“We all want to go to South Beach today. Is that OK?”

“Sure, but everyone needs to get moving pretty soon. We have lunch reservations?”

“Here, I’ll get them up” Caitlin said. Then she went around the room pulling the sheets off and yelling for them to get moving. Each time she pulled a sheet off several shriveled condoms flew off as well; though none appeared to be holding semen. One by one they stumbled out of bed. Some went upstairs to lay in the garden tub and others went into the shower.

Bonnie heated some water for coffee and pulled out three boxes of powdered doughnuts. Soon the six chairs were full of teens munching on the messy white confection and talking. Much of the talk was explicit discussion of last night’s fun. At one point Haley said “You should have joined us Mrs. C.”

That was a surprise to Bonnie, and even more was Caitlin's second “Yea, we would have loved to have you join.”

“It’s flattering you think so, but I was dead to the world.” While she was indeed flattered by their invite, that was a bridge she was not yet ready to cross...unlike some mothers she knew.

“So, when are we leaving for the beach?” Caitlin asked.

“Not till after lunch. We have 11:30 lunch reservations for Benihana’s of Tokyo. Trish is treating everyone. So, don’t fill up on doughnuts and dress for going out to a nice restaurant. We will come back here to change before we go to the beach. OK?”

It was odd to shift from being told they wished she was part of their orgy, to giving normal mother type commands in just a matter of seconds. That was the world she was creating, and she was actually comfortable with that. She got agreement from everyone in the kitchen and went back upstairs to get into the tub. But once she got there she found the bathroom already busy. Kimi was naked in front of the mirror drying her hair, while in the tub were Trish & Marcy and between them was Squirrel sporting his now famous ever-hard dick.

Kimi chirped “Good morning, Mrs. C.”

“Good morning” she replied. “I told the others we are doing lunch before we hit the beach. And don’t worry about money, it is Trish’s treat.”

“Thanks” she said over to Trish.

“No problem” the woman replied.

“Well Squirrel, I hear you were the champ last night” Bonnie said. Deliberately and obviously looking right at his erection she added “….and I see you are still ready to go.”

Kimi said “I’ve been around him for almost two months and I think his dick is hard 95% of the time.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Trish said sliding her hand up his leg, followed by Marcy who slid her hand up the other.

“Squirrel, I suggest you get out before these two attack you” Bonnie suggested with a little laugh.

“And what’s wrong with that?” he asked sliding down so their hands now rested in his thick pubic hair.

Zara, who had come in during the conversation said “Yea, I know he’s hoping they will put him to the test.”

Bonnie turned, “Oh I didn’t see you.”

The teen said “That’s OK, I just came up to use this shower” referring to the small walk-in shower in one corner of the oversized bathroom.

To both Kimi and Zara, Bonnie said “I should feel guilty I think I’ve turned my two best friends into a couple of sex fiends. And they were so respectable just a year ago.”

“Don’t worry about it. He’s having fun and he’s eighteen” Zara said. She opened the small stall’s door and turned on the spray; but before stepping in she looked right at Bonnie and added “And I wouldn’t complain if one of you did that to me” then she stepped into the water.

Watching Zara pause before pulling the door to behind her, Bonnie was sure that had been an invitation. Unbidden came the thought of how sexy and exotic looking Zara was. Bonnie knew full well she would enjoy herself if she took the apparent invite into that little shower stall with her. Bonnie looked back at her friends. Each had a hand wrapped around the teenager’s erection. Looking back at the little shower, she almost went in. Had Zara expressly invited her, she would have done it but she wouldn’t take the chance she’d misread the cue. She shook her head and said, “This place is too busy, I’ll go take a shower downstairs.”

Downstairs through the fogged up frosted glass, Bonnie could see this shower was also busy. She could see the dark figure of someone in the near half of the shower. The oversized down stairs stall had been built as a sort of gang shower because, though the house could easily sleep a dozen or more people, with just the one shower and tub upstairs, there was a need for more room for people to get the salt and sand off after a day at the beach. She reached to the glass door and said out loud to herself. “I guess this is why the stall is so big and has shower heads at both ends.”

Stepping in, she froze. It was not that it was Misty at the other end of the double shower that caused her to pause. It was that while her daughter leaned against the back wall, kneeling in front of her was her temporary boyfriend, Brett. One hand was pressed to the side of his head and she gripped one of the grab-handles with the other. She could see as he licked her clit under the steaming hot shower spray, his hand was palm up between her legs. It took only a moment to realize he was thumbing her vagina and likely was penetrating her ass with one of his fingers. “Yes” she thought to herself. With all the soap for lube, he had a finger, perhaps two, knuckle deep into her sphincter. “I would not have thought he’d be that advanced. Lucky her” came the follow-up thought.

This was not at all what she expected. It was one thing for her to come into a large room while Misty had sex, but to enter the enclosed shower stall was quite different. Misty turned her head and briefly opened her eyes to see who was coming in. She gave a distracted smile, but she closed them again.

“She’s close” Bonnie surmised.

This was Bonnie’s moment of truth; she had said many times to her daughter and her friends that there is nothing shameful or dirty about sex. As far as she knew, Misty had been convinced this was true. However, last night as they walked downtown, Misty had told her, “Thank you for waiting and watching me earlier. I’d hoped he’d cum before you had to go, but you got most of it. I wanted you to stay because…well I wasn’t sure I would actually be fine with you standing so close and watching me.”

“And were you?” Bonnie asked. “Were you OK that I was right there looking down at him penetrating you?”

She stepped closer as they walked. Putting an arm around her mother Misty said “Totally. But I had to know if I really was as liberated as I say I am. Well, I guess I am. I can’t help but wonder if it turns you on when I watch you have sex as much as it turned me on for you to be right there.” She paused then corrected “Turn-on might not be the right word, reassured and comforted…with a dash of turn-on. From your face I suspect that you liked watching me do it as much as I like watching you.”

Bonnie didn’t know what to say. Certainly, the experience for Misty was different than her own. For her, rather than comfort and reassurance, it was more like satisfaction at her success at parenting…with perhaps a dash of turn-on.

Misty went on “But perhaps you would have gotten bored standing there waiting for Brett to cum.” She surprised her mom with a quick kiss on the cheek. “I just wanted you to know I appreciated it and that I love you.”

Bonnie hadn’t gotten the chance to say she thought it was beautiful to watch because Misty zipped away. That had been an important milestone for her and Misty. As she reached in to start the second shower head, she knew this moment would be another.

She gave the water plenty of time to warm up, more than was necessary. By carefully watching, she was sure Brett did indeed have a finger up Misty’s rectum and was likely pinching his thumb and index finger together. She well knew that wonderful sensation.

When Bonnie actually stepped into the enclosure, Misty turned her head again and smiled more strongly. Bonnie could see her hips were beginning to undulate. It was clear Misty wanted her to stay. Bonnie now knew the reason Misty had taken the time to tell her she wanted her mom to watch her have sex was in anticipation of a situation like this. The question was: could Bonnie be as comfortable with this as her daughter? She was aware that a part of her was not quite there yet. A part of her wanted to just quietly shut the glass door and leave the bathroom. It wasn’t that she was upset or embarrassed by what Misty was doing. No, it was that public sex was still not as normal a part of her life as it had become for Misty. Her daughter simply didn’t have any experience with a world where sex was a private affair, but Bonnie had a lifetime of that training. Even in college, she never really had public sex in a room full of people like Misty had last night. She had sex in front of her roommate and her roommate’s dates many times, but in a big room with people just hanging out…never.

For Bonnie, the fact she knew that she wanted to leave was actually what impelled her to pull the shower stall door closed behind her. She had to prove to herself that what she said she believed was indeed how she would live. Bonnie tried not to stare on one hand, or to rush her shower on the other. She was just putting shampoo in her hair when Misty climaxed, and not quietly. A full voiced “OH YES!” harkened the beginning, some incomprehensible words went on for over a minute before ending with “that was great”.

Once Bonnie had rinsed the shampoo and opened her eyes, Misty was still against the back wall, but was standing on her left tip toe. Brett was standing, holding her other thigh up with his hand. Misty’s head was on his shoulder, eyes still closed. There was no doubt his erection was fully inside of her. While the steaming shower continued, Bonnie considered that Misty had moved from oral to vaginal sex knowing full well that her mother was standing right beside her. Was this because she knew that fact, or was that fact irrelevant to Misty? Bonnie also wondered if her daughter was intentionally closing her eyes so as not to see her mother, or was it so as not to cause her mother embarrassment? But yet, in watching how her hands caressed the young man's back, she could tell this was more than just an intense sexual moment, but actual love making. Misty was making a connection of intimacy. That also said something.

While thinking on these things, Bonnie could not help but to watch his fine ass and strong young thighs work as he ground into Misty. Unbidden came the realization that he was better built than she had noticed before. Through the spray and fog she watched the smooth strong mussels on his back, his legs and his buttocks as they made their undulating sexual movements. She closed her eyes and put the conditioner into her hair, but she could still hear the sounds of the sex so close. She knew she could reach out and touch them if she chose. After she rinsed the conditioner from her head and opened her eyes again, she saw that he now held her up fully off the ground, against the fiberglass wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. She could not help but to think how the sight was erotically beautiful.

For a few moments she stood watching him push the breath out of Misty as he crushed her chest in passion. She could clearly see Misty’s face over his shoulder and only slowly realized that Misty was looking right at her mother. But that look was not one of rapprochement, but understanding. For a moment they shared a bond of blood and gender. For a few magical seconds, they were not mother and daughter, master and minion, but two people who loved each other deeply sharing a special place in time. Bonnie had an epiphany that this was the point in her life when her daughter’s world and her world finally had become one unified whole. For Bonnie time and reality disappeared and the brief moment lasted an eternity.

As much as she wanted to stay, she had something to do. Bonnie slipped out of the shower without saying a word. She didn’t need to. After quickly toweling off, she went into the big room and found a condom. Back in the bathroom, she opened the packet, took out the latex ring and opened the shower door. Misty was now bent over facing the wall and Brett was methodically working her from behind. She thought it was good he'd been screwing half the night or he would have already cum in Misty. When the door opened, he looked over to Bonnie. It was hard for her to know what he was thinking. While he looked directly into Bonnie's eyes, he pulled his penis almost all the way out and then slowly pushed it in again till his pelvis was flat on her. Was he saying he wanted to do that to her? Or was he just letting Misty's mother have a good look at the penis that was filling her daughter? She did not know, but she took in the sight as he repeated the process several times. Marcy might feel bad she was turned on by watching her daughter have sex, but Bonnie had no such qualms.

Without a word she held up the lubricated condom.

He pulled all the way out. His erection popped up to a 45° angle. He turned his pelvis toward Bonnie and slightly thrust is hips toward her. He made no effort to take the condom. He was daring her to put it on him.

Bonnie saw Misty turn her head to look at her mother, then back at Brett. She evidently could see what was happening.

Bonnie wished she’d had a chance to speak with her daughter in more depth after watching her have sex the night before. Though, in their brief conversation she had made it clear that she liked Mom watching her fuck. Shifting her eyes back to Bret’s waiting erection, Misty gave her mother an ever so slight nod.

With that indication of what her girl wanted her to do, she leaned over, took the nice sized penis in her left hand and rolled the blue condom on with her right. Done, she began to stand upright. It appeared that Brett had leaned forward so as to kiss Bonnie. She had to force herself not to take the bait and put her lips to his. She knew full well where that would lead. Only then did she realize she still held his stiff penis in her left hand. She let it go.

He smiled at Bonnie before guiding his, now covered, tool back into Misty’s waiting vagina.

Bonnie took the half step back, but did not move to leave. Misty seemed to understand what had just happened in the half-a-minute it had taken to put the condom on Brett. She smiled broadly. Bonnie knew her daughter knew how close she’d come.

Without stepping away, Bonnie reached back to close the shower door behind her to say she was not leaving. She again moved forward, partially into the shower's spray. Soon Brett was driving his penis into Misty with considerably more force. After another nod to say her mother had done the right thing, Misty closed her eyes to focus on her pleasure. The impact threw water onto Bonnie.

There was no missing his intent this time. After all Trish had fucked one of the boys last night, in front of everyone. Surely to him it was not a great leap to think that Bonnie would bend over next to Misty and let him do her too.

She could feel her crotch making tiny thrust-like spasms. Standing less than four inches from Misty who was splayed on the stall wall, she was very tempted to join them; but she would not. The nice-looking boy might have been right about her desires, but he was wrong to think she would act on them. While Bonnie wasn’t going to have a threesome with them; she however, was seriously thinking about putting her hand to her crotch to get herself off. She knew full well it would not take long to climax and she had no doubt Misty would think it was great if she did. She gripped the shower door handle with her right hand. To prevent herself from fingering her own clit, she reached up and put her left hand on top of Misty’s.

Bonnie watched as, inches in front of her, Misty had at least one orgasm, and perhaps as many as three more in quick succession. Later she vaguely recalled how Misty repeatedly told Brett not to cum yet, but to keep the same pace till she told him differently.

It was several minutes after Misty’s stopped shaking from her climax(s) when Bonnie realized Misty’s eyes were open again and staring at her while Brett continued stroking. Though Bonnie’s left-hand tightly clasped Misty’s, the other was holding her own right breast, pinching the nipple…hard. When had that happened? Only then she was consciously aware she had also crossed her thighs and pressed them to stimulate her clit. Bonnie was close to orgasm and she (and Misty) knew it. The game had gone far enough. Without a doubt, Misty’s eyes were telling her that if she wanted to bend over beside her and let Bret have a turn in her; Misty would not object in the least.

While Misty likely wanted her to have sex with Brett, she was not going to do it. She backed out of the shower and raced up the stairs. It had been ten or perhaps fifteen minutes from the time she first stepped into the shower till she'd turned to leave, and yet she knew she would never forget what happened in those few minutes. She knew Misty would not either. She could only hope her daughter was as comfortable with sex as she supposed her to be.

Bonnie went to her bedroom and lay down. She didn’t care that she hadn’t toweled off and got the bedspread wet. It just seemed so relaxed and natural to begin masturbating. It mattered not a bit that she was in a house full of people with the door wide open. Perhaps this was the expression of the transcendent moment she’d just had with Misty. She truly could embrace her sexuality as being as normal as eating or breathing. With her eyes closed to focus on her pleasure, she heard some people go by the door, but she was not in the least embarrassed or disturbed. She had finally fully accepted this as her true self.

Something caused Bonnie to open her eyes. It was Zara, she was standing at the door wrapped in a towel, watching her masturbate. Far from the girl’s presence becoming a distraction, she was pleased the pretty young woman was enjoying watching her enjoy her own body. After all, wasn’t sharing joy the right thing to do? She looked right into the girl’s eyes as she continued to masturbate. Bonnie knew she had no willpower left. If Zara climbed in the bed with her, she would not resist at all.

Zara stepped fully into the room. She watched silently as Misty’s mother continued to masturbate right in front of her. After a few moments of apparent consideration, the girl dropped her towel on the bench beside the door and put a hand to her crotch to begin to finger herself as she and Bonnie kept eye contact. That had not been at all what Bonnie had expected…or wanted. She wanted the girl in bed with her. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted to bed Misty’s friend. Her arousal quashed any shame.

She was feeling desperate, but she was not going to verbally ask the girl to get into the bed. She would not directly ask Misty’s friend to have sex with her. What she did do was to spread her legs wide to give a clear indication as to what she wanted. When that didn’t get Zara’s face into her crotch, Bonnie began to masturbate in overdrive. Though she rarely used two hands to get herself off, she reached down with her left hand and opened herself up. Soon she had three of her left fingers as far into her vagina as she could get them. With the middle and index finger of her right hand, she began pinching the hood of her clit…hard…and then harder.

Was it the desperation or the overwhelming sexual urge? She didn’t know but her orgasm sent cramps throughout the muscles of her entire body. She felt her eyes rolling up and was at the verge of passing out…but she did not stop fingering herself. She was going to will the girl into her bed.

Then nothing.

She slowly felt herself come back from somewhere. Where she did not know. Her thighs and arms hurt and a tension headache had suddenly appeared. Yet her left fingers were still in her vagina and she was still squeezing her hood between her finger tips. As if on their own, her hands kept the stimulation going.

Only slowly though did Bonnie understand that the girl was gone and Trish and Marcy were in the room staring at her. She didn't see that Marcy had picked up her little waterproof Olympus camera and was taking photos of her very, VERY intense masturbation session.

She didn’t care, she was not done. The follow up orgasm was on its way.

She closed her eyes again.

The second set of waves were far more pleasant than the first. The hoped-for warmth and sense of contentment came over her. She kept her eyes closed to fully take in the sense of well-being. When she opened them not only were Marcy and Trish in the room, but Zara and Kimi were watching from the hallway. They all seemed to have been watching her climax. The girls both had big smiles. Had any of them seen her effort to coax Zara to bed with her? The truth was, right then, she didn’t care who had been watching or who knew she had tried to seduce the teenage girl. As she rode the surge of endorphins the girls waved at her and went on.

It was only after she was done did Trish began to harass her “Oh, you’re too good to get in the tub with me, Marcy and Squirrel, but you’ll come in here and do yourself.”

Had they not seen Zara in the room playing with herself? Or perhaps she had passed out and Zara had left before they got there? Or … was Zara ever really in the room at all? Bonnie was confused but had no intention of sharing her thoughts with her friends, at least not yet.

Trish continued “You don’t have to ask, he was very good.”

“Don’t believe her, we didn’t really do much” Marcy corrected. Trish threw her towel at Marcy “Ah, your no fun. We did play with him and let him play with us too.”

“OK, we did do that, but you were making her think we fucked him, which we didn’t.”

“Don’t play innocent Marcy Marshal! You stood up and let him eat you! And if you hadn’t chickened out he would have been more than happy to fuck both of us” Trish insisted.

Bonnie’s arousal waned.

“OK women, get dressed, I’m hungry” Bonnie said as she rolled out of the bed.

As Sarah and Bailey were still out when they needed to leave, Marcy agreed to stay at the house until they got home. When the two girls and their guys returned from skating not long after the other's had left, it was a little disorienting to Marcy. What she saw coming in from skating was her little girl again. It contrasted sharply with the woman Sarah had seemed to be just two nights ago. She was wearing her Wizard of Oz cast tee shirt and a pair of shorts Marcy had bought her last summer. At that time, she had worried they might be too short for Sarah’s comfort. That had been a year and a lifetime ago.

The four kids looked more like kids than anything she’d seen in this rented house yet. Spending the next hour or so with the four of them before the boy’s grandmother came was like seeing the old younger Sarah come back to life. However, the moment the boys left, the new Sarah returned when she asked her mom what all did they miss last night by crashing early. She then kissed Bailey on the mouth and said, "but it wasn’t like we went to sleep right off like you and Trish and Mrs. C. did. Bailey and I made love for a long time… and it was great.”

For the others lunch at Benihana’s was simply wonderful. It was past 1:30 when they made it back to the Airbnb. The entire house quickly changed into their beach wear and gathered their things for the afternoon at South Beach. They hurried, knowing the moms would have to be back in time for their party that Google said was thirty-six minutes from the house.

Bonnie had worn her bottoms with cut outs that left her entire clitoral hood exposed twice to South Beach already. She had the same design in teal & black and in a multi-color pattern. Those bottoms along with body jewelry had become her beach look. Though she denied it, she liked that her attire was more daring than any of the teenagers had pulled off. After she’d put on the multi-colored one, Misty surprised her mother by coming upstairs to ask to use the teal one and some of her body jewelry. What mother wouldn’t be flattered that her seventeen-year-old daughter would mimic her style out in public. Before she left the room with her “outfit” in her hand Misty said “Bring the top, we might try for a new photo for the game room wall.”

Even before Misty was fully out of the room, Sarah was in asking about borrowing one of Bonnie’s cut-out bikinis that she’d bought on last year’s Miami trip. When Bonnie showed her two color choices, Sarah asked her mother if they could wear them for a photo to put up in the house.

Marcy said “We can wear the matching bikini’s and jewelry, for photos; but it will be up to your father if we put them up in the house or not.”

On South Beach it was a bit hotter than it had been on prior days. Bonnie was happy they had brought the umbrella. The weekend crowd was very different from what it had been on the prior days. There were many more couples in the parenting age group and as many as not had children in tow. With that change, the number of women with bare breasts dropped to almost zero. In fact, for a good percentage of the time their group had the only bare breasted females in sight. The only other topless females were a pair of about eleven-year-old girls (clearly from out of town) who only had the beginnings of breasts to bear. Every twenty minutes or so they would run around topless as if on a dare. Their group of teens and moms clearly stood out and received a great deal of attention from passersby; many of whom openly used their cameras to take photos.

For Misty, this afternoon at South Beach was all about taking photos. Indeed, that was all she did from the time they arrived till they left some three hours later. She had brought some props she and her mom had bought while shopping the night before: two big floppy hats, a couple of scarves, and several pairs of designer knock-off sunglasses. She shot photos of everyone present both with and without their tops. She’d also asked everyone to bring a second bikini to give some variety to her day of shooting photos. Since Zara and Kimi did not have an extra bikini bottom with them, they put on bottoms that two of the Georgia girls took off. With only a token effort to be modest by having someone hold up a towel as a screen, teens and mothers changed bottoms right on the beach. She also made a point to make photos of the Euro-Club girls with their tops on, with their tops off but their hands over their breasts and with their breasts exposed. They figured they might want all the different types for different things.

The one bit of drama was when a pair of police officers approached Misty and asked for her permit. Bonnie was by her daughter’s side as soon as she saw they were clearly heading for her.

“Permit?” Misty replied, confused and a bit scared.

The petite female officer, oddly in a uniform of black shorts and a white polo shirt (and a gun), pushing a mountain bike, seemed to be working at putting on a stern face while her male partner clearly was working at not staring appreciatively at Misty. “All commercial topless photography on South Beach requires a permit and is not generally allowed on weekends.”

“Commercial?” Misty stammered.

Bonnie had not wanted to intervene, but the mama bear instinct took over. “She is not a professional photographer. She is just a high school girl and these are her friends from back home.”

“So you are saying you are not taking commercial photos? If you have a website that will use these photographs to make money, they are considered commercial. If so, the models need proof they are eighteen.”

By this time all the girls had gathered around and several were visibly covering their breasts. This time Misty spoke for herself. “No, I do not have a website and I am not a professional, though someday I would like to be. No we are not eighteen, but like my mom said, we are not professionals, just tourist having a good time. Or at least we were.”

As if a switch had been turned the female officer dropped the stern façade and smiled. “Then you are fine. I didn’t mean to be hardnosed but we have a problem with predatory photographers harassing girls and conning them into posing topless for them. We’d had a call and we had to come check it out.”

The second officer, a young guy finally spoke up “We didn’t mean to spoil your fun. Up close we can see you are what you say; but I think it is that fancy camera and the reflector board that made people think you were pros. You can see you are quite the center of attention, can’t you?”

Bonnie began to speak when Misty cut her off “Well, I’m a little bit flattered that someone would confuse me with a professional; but I can understand the concern. But the truth is, we are just a bunch of rural Georgia high school girls who have come here to do stuff we can’t do back home without getting arrested by the red neck local Sherriff. Some of our mothers are here with us to make sure we don’t drink or do anything we shouldn’t. I am learning to do photography because I hope to major in it when I go to college after I finish high school next year. I’m shooting these pictures because I need to learn to shoot glamour and nudes for a college entrance portfolio and art scholarships, but I can’t take pictures like this back home. I’ve never been here on a weekend and I really didn’t realize we’d be the only topless girls out here.”

The officer replied in a much more pleasant tone “You aren’t the only ones topless today; but, you are getting a lot of attention. I hope you realize that you don’t have control over the photos other people take of you. I came from a backwater town too. I know how much trouble topless pics can cause you and your friends.”

“I know” Misty said. “My family came here last summer and I almost got expelled from school because someone took and posted some pictures of me. Actually, my friends came with me this year out of solidarity. They know full well what is in store for them. But thank you for your concern.”

With that the two police officers left… pushing their bicycles across the sand.

As the group went back to what they had been doing, Bonnie told Misty “You handled that very well on your own. I really do need to work at not treating you like a child.”

Misty replied “I was really glad for your support though. I was scared stiff.”

“You did great” her mother answered, then added “But you know you didn’t tell her the truth though.”

Misty turned to her mother “How so? You are a professional photographer. When you took that money for those photos you shot during your internship, you became a professional.”

Misty stopped dead “I hadn’t thought of that. Wow! You are right.”

Bonnie continued “And even more to the point, you plan to sell the photos of me and you to that website. So, you are doing exactly what she said you needed a permit to do.”

“Oh” Misty said with confusion.

Bonnie sat back down under the umbrella, “But what is done is done. Don’t worry about it. You didn’t try to deceive them. But perhaps we should not bring the reflector board back here.”

Misty agreed and went back to Bailey who’d been waiting for her.

Once Misty was gone Marcy said, “That was unnerving.”

Bonnie agreed.

Though Bonnie and Misty were far more exposed than Marcy or Sarah, all four of them wore bikinis with cutouts that exposed parts of their labial cleft or clitoral ridge. “They didn’t even mention what we are wearing. That was what I had thought they had come over about. I was afraid we were about to get arrested.”

“To tell the truth, so was I” Bonnie agreed.

“But now,” Marcy said “She got me wondering if photos of us, of me, will show up in Sparta. You have to know I’ll get fired if they do.”

Bonnie had thought of that from the very first day, and had just assumed Marcy had too. “Well, we will worry about that later. What is done is done. Let’s just enjoy ourselves for now.

Marcy agreed.

As she had planned, Misty spent the entire time at the beach shooting or posing for photos. For the day’s shooting, Caitlin was very helpful to Misty. She was rapidly learning the skills of a photo assistant; catching the sun with the reflector board, fixing hair or making Misty aware when something moved into the background. When Misty wanted photos of herself and her mom together, she had a ready photographer. As she said she would, Sarah asked for Misty to shoot photos of her and her mom in just their thongs posing and playing on the beach.

Baily spent the day happily showing off her new “tear drop” bikini. The girl had certainly come out of her shell…as well as her bikini top. Nobody on that beach had missed how her very large breasts stood out from her body in a way that seemed to defy gravity. Bonnie mused on the miracles wrought by teenage bodies. Sarah had helped Bailey tame her normally unruly hair and Misty accessorized her with a hat and sunglasses. This day, Baily won the unofficial fashion award. Far from a wall flower, she oozed and air of self-confidence and drew they eye of literally everyone. Later Bonnie and Misty had discussed it, but they could not decide if it had been her stylishly sexy outfit or Bailey’s newfound confident attitude. Whatever the reason, that afternoon she came alive for the camera. To Misty she seemed like a totally new person, and a highly competent model.

One of the photos Misty took of Bailey on South Beach

By the end of the day, she was sure that she had shot over a hundred individual photos of Bailey…and all the while for every photo Misty took, onlookers took two. Bonnie could not help but notice that on this day, Sara and Bailey seemed to be the most popular ones in their entourage. Several times whole groups of teenagers (some were clearly junior high age) asked if they could have selfies with one or more of the girls. As the day wore on, the two of them got more and more requests for photos as the young onlookers seemed to see they were willing to pose with other young people. It was plain as day they were eating up all the attention. After a while they were quick to put an arm around the askers who, as often as not, were other teenage girls. Several of the girl(s) who asked for a photo, quickly took their own top off for their friends to shoot the photos, then put it back on. Bonnie wondered how many photos of Bailey and Sarah would be on the internet by evening. There was no question Bailey’s boobs would be famous at Jeff Davis once school started. She made a mental note to talk to her about that reality before they got home.

Bonnie couldn’t help but notice that Misty didn’t insist on staying as far as possible from the grown-ups this time, instead, the teens and moms were one group. She began to wonder if it was because it was Saturday and the beach was packed. Or was it because of what happened in the shower? But, it wasn’t just Misty. Sarah invited her mother to play with her and Baily in the water and on the beach (when Baily wasn’t’ modeling for Misty). Bonnie didn’t know where the Frisbee came from, but the three of them seemed to be their own group.

Despite the work of posing for Misty (and sometimes it was real work), it was a relaxing afternoon for Bonnie. The teens tanned and played in the water, Trish took a long walk to show herself off and to check out what was available. She came back over an hour later just to let Bonnie know she had met some hot guys. By the time she finally came back for good she had three phone numbers and two email addresses. "And I posed with close to a dozen people for photos." Not for the first time Bonnie wondered where had this new woman in Trish’s body come from. While Trish was gone, Marcy was with Sarah and the other girls were sunning or just off having a good time, Bonnie used her iPad she had brought to jot down notes for her talk this evening. She wasn’t sure what they would want, so she just made some talking points based on the conversations she, Cooper and Amy have had. She also built on the things she had said in New York.

At one point, Sarah and Baily had dragged Marcy into the water with her little waterproof camera, so Bonnie was alone on the “mom’s blanket.” Unexpectedly Misty interrupted her work when she plopped down beside her.

“Mom. Do you know how hard it is to get to talk to you alone this week?”

Bonnie put down her work. She knew why Misty was there, and was glad she’d taken the effort to come talk to her. “Yea, there isn’t a lot of privacy.”

Misty laughed “Yea, you got that.”

They sat for a moment then when Misty didn’t say anything Bonnie said “This morning in the shower. I don’t think I’ve seen anything more…well the word I’m thinking is Edenic…like Adam and Eve. It reminded me of what the world would be like if we were all innocent. Don’t laugh, but my thought as I watched was that you two could have been fairies, fae. That myth is about a world without selfishness or pretense. Well other than his efforts to get me to bend over beside you.”

That got a knowing laugh from both of them.

“But really, between you two, that was what I saw this morning. There was no guile or gameplaying, just enjoying how God made your young bodies. Not only are you a truly beautiful young woman, and Brett is very, very attractive; but watching you two making love like that. Thank you for asking me to stay.”

Misty reached over and hugged her mother “Thank you for staying. It made it really wonderful.”

“You are most welcome.”

Misty looked at her mother “I think things are different now. Between us I mean. I’m not sure how, but they are.”

Bonnie nodded. “I think you are right. But that is how life is, change is part of it. While I think your father misses the pig tailed six-year-old version of you, I’m excited to see the confident young woman.” She paused and leaned back “Just look at you, you are almost completely naked on a busy public beach. Other than our group, I haven’t seen but a couple of bare breasts all day….if you don’t count those two little girls. Yet, you are fearless. You are who you are and. Though we don’t make a big deal about it; you are the leader of your group of very impressive young women. They all look to you, and I’ve yet to see you let them down. How could I not love the new you.”

Misty grinned and asked “And when I’m in a room full of people getting my brains fucked out buy a guy I just met a couple of days ago?”

Bonnie nodded “And even then. Especially then. Last night, I know you wanted me to see the condom on his penis. So, like Ronda says, you can put all of those in you that you want and it doesn’t bother me one bit.”

“Oh, yea. Sorry about that this morning” Misty said.

“That is why you have an IUD.” Her mother replied. “And the truth is, if it were just you and me, I wouldn’t have said anything.”

Misty got a wicked smile, “But then you wouldn’t have had the excuse to hold his dick to put it on.”

“You are bad!” Bonnie exclaimed, “You know I only did that because you let me know you wanted me to.”

Misty laughed “Yea, I know I did.” She seemed to think for a moment and said “This trip really is going better than I had hoped. I know it wasn’t cheap, but I think it was worth every penny.”

Bonnie agreed as Misty got up to leave. “Oh, Mom. I talked to Zara. She told me what happened after you went upstairs after you left me.”

Bonnie suddenly thought she’d made a mistake.

“She wouldn’t shut up about how hot you are and how she was so upset she’d chickened out of getting into the bed with you. She didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, she found something to do. It was really hot watching her play with herself as she watched me. And you can tell her I said that.”

Misty said again “She was just waiting, hoping you would ask her to get in the bed. What she really wants is to spend the night with all three of you. I think she has a thing for older women.”

Bonnie gave a non-committal “We will see.”

Misty gave her a look. “From what she said it sure sounds like you were ready this morning.”

“I was” Bonnie said flatly.

Misty sat back down. “It’s OK. Really it is. You know she is the same age as Nell, and you had no problem having sex with her.”

Bonnie hesitated then, very formally, said, “Yes Misty, this morning I wanted her to get into the bed with me so we could have sex. Is that what you wanted me to say?”

I just don’t want to seem like a perv preying on my daughter’s friends. I really don’t go looking for young women, they just seem to be attracted to me.”

Misty laughed. “They do. Ever since you promised to do it with Samuel and Rebecca, all the other girls are counting the days till they and their guy are both eighteen so they can have their turn with you. I think they are looking forward to it more than the guys are. Well, except Caitlin. She hasn’t asked yet, but I know she is working up the nerve to ask to sleep with Dad when she turns eighteen this fall. How gross is that?”

Bonnie couldn’t help but laugh too, but corrected “No its not gross at all. He is VERY popular with the wives. He may not be Tom Cruise, but he is an exceptional lover.”

Misty rolled her eyes. “I know. I’ve herd Mrs. Simms go on and on. And now Rebecca’s mom is saying the same things.” She put her finger to mouth in the ‘gag’ motion.

Bonnie saw a group of girls headed their way, including Zara. Quickly she said “OK, you can tell Zara I wanted her. But let her know I’m not comfortable with initiating it, so if she wants for us to…do it, it’s up to her.”

Misty hopped up “OK! Great!” and she was off.

Knowing they had a busy evening she gathered up the kids shortly after Trish returned, so they packed up and left just after 5:00.

On the way back, Haley checked her phone messages. After a couple of minutes, she exclaimed “You guys won’t believe this!”

Rapidly the girls gathered around her as they had exited the beach and were standing under some trees. “This is from my sister. She read the text:

Gregg came back to our house today. Since you said it was OK, we went to my room to screw right off. It was GREAT! Thanks!!!! We were going at it really good when mom got home. She walked right in my room to tell us to get ready to go out to dinner while we were DOING IT!!! Mom saw us and just said we needed to finish up soon so we can meet Mr. C. for dinner. With Gregg’s dick still in me, she asked me if I minded if Mr. C. came to the house so they could have sex. No biggie to me. But she said he will probably spend the night. Then she just walked out leaving the door wide open. OMG!!!!”

That last part got Bonnie’s attention. Not that she minded, but it was quite a surprise. Or perhaps it shouldn’t’ have been.

Haley looked up. “My mom has NEVER, had a man spend the night. EVER!”

She looked to Bonnie. “Its not that I don’t like Mr. C. And it’s not a surprise she’d going to have sex with him, I think everyone knew that was coming. It is just such a shock that she is going to invite him to stay the night at our house. I’d just assumed when she started doing it with you guys, she do it at your place. Things really are changing.”

She took a breath. Everyone was just watching her. “She walked in on Bethany and Gregg having sex. She’s never done that either. We, me, her and Bethany have always kept the doors closed if we have a guy over. If she wants something and I have a guy in my room she just knocks and says she needs me. She doesn’t even ask to open the door. But Bethany said she walked right in on them, while they were screwing like…like….like” she looked at the mothers “like you guys would do.” She took a breath.

Several of the girls laughed. The absurdity of it all was just too funny.

Bonnie asked “Are you OK?”

Haley nodded, “Yea. I just feel kind of stupid. I just put everything together. Back in June when Gregg went with us to his first overnight rodeo event. Bethany had told me that she and Mom had pretty much seen everything Gregg and I did. The trailer was lit up pretty good from a flood light outside. She said, mom pretended not to watch, but she’d seen everything. On the drive home she talked like she’d seen it all too. Then, that afternoon we all went nude together at your house. Since then things have gotten almost like Gregg is one of us.” She took a deep breath. “Well, I guess my home is going to be like yours from here on out”

Bonnie had to wait till they got back to the rental house to check her phone. When she did, she found Cooper had sent a text saying Ronda had felt sorry for him after getting updates through Bethany of what all had been going on, so she invited him to spend the night with her. “Evidently she has been waiting for an invite from us for months now and she just decided she could do the inviting herself.”

Bonnie texted back for him to have fun and cryptically said “I’m pretty sure I will have a good time tonight too.” Then she began to get dressed for her speaking engagement.

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12 mars 2023

“With a flash, the thought came to Bonnie: This is exactly what she’d been preparing the girls to do. Here they were, masters of their own pleasure, with no shame and no need for excuses. Here was a glimpse of a future where human sexuality has been freed from the Puritans; but equally important it was free from the exploiters who only find sexual pleasure at someone else’s expense. In this room, everyone was a winner. Everyone was happy and comfortable with themselves and with their situation.”

This paragraph sums up this chapter perfectly. The paradigm shifts the Campbells started by having sex with open doors, by Bonnie making love outside her marriage with Cooper, and their mutual decision…


18 juil. 2022

Tears, twice in one chapter! It seems to me like we have three erotic expressions, orgasm, tears, and laughter. So far I can't think of a fourth.

I admire the kitchen photo. Last Thursday I labored all morning trying to render the relief on my model's torso, and wound up with a mess. Today I lingered over Caitlin's figure. I'm jealous of the subtle shifts in color, shade, and shadow...also of the shadows on the cupboards and the reflections in the glass.


17 juil. 2022

After reading parts of this great chapter again, I am struck by how important your take on sex is and that it should be read by as many people as possible. Your novels are game changers in sexual ethics and lifestyles. "We would not survive without story, for story defines our meaning and purpose, our identity, our goals and values—everything that makes life worth living...Stories teach us empathy. They help us understand another person’s position. This is because stories contain so much more information than we can possibly convey in the statement of facts. Stories give us unique access to the inner lives and motivations of others...Stories assist us in developing empathy by helping us see the world from others’…

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I think Gina's story is just beginning. (I hope she dumps that Bob, although the basis for their romance would make for an interesting study in empathy.) I dug out a quote from a hippie preacher I used to be into. I summarized part of what he said when I transcribed the quote. I wish I remembered all of it, but I'm pretty scrupulous when I paraphrase somebody. Stephen Gaskin: I believe that people, if not jacked around by the advertising industry on the one hand and the religious right on the other, would derive beautiful and loving representations (of sex) that would be part of the traditional teaching info of the culture.


15 juil. 2022

This is another scorcher of a chapter with all the ladies having a blast, sexually and as exhibitionists. It is great that you brought in their Christian ethics and other mythologies as well. As usual, your illustrations are creative, sexy, and well done. I just love the interaction between the adult women and the daughters/young women. It is well-thought-out idea to have the young men as 18-year-olds to have sex with the adults, so Trish can have sex with the nerdy guy. You are pushing the envelope into the right direction.

Although you said that your philosophy is sex positive, you are moving it to a higher plane. Marc Gafni says, “Sex is sacred because it is life. Sex is…

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