Chapter 7

The resort was only a few years old and very elegant with a large lobby adjacent to the dining area. It was built in a semi-circle around the large outside heated pool facing the Pacific ocean. We would be on the seventh floor facing northwest with a terrific view from the individual room balconies. Samantha was sitting in one of the oversized chairs reading with her legs crossed and spied us when we came into the lobby.

“Alicia, sweetheart, Hiiieee. I made it,” she chirped giving Alicia a kiss and a hug.

She was in her 40’s, just a few years older than Aunt Carol. She was wearing a navy and white polka dot dress with a loose pleated skirt that fell about six inches above her knees when she stood. She was almost the same height in her navy and white high heels as Alicia at 5’8 but while Alicia was blond and fair she had auburn short hair that was flipped under and skin that was darker from her makeup.

She was pretty with a slight overbite that made her lips seem to be slightly parted at all times. She wasn’t a size 6 but she carried her fuller figure nicely and I noticed she was wearing Chanel, which I found very ... elegant. I greeted her with a friendly kiss, which I tried to sustain to enjoy her fragrance but she eased away, a bit embarrassed.

“Well, I guess you two have been having quite a time. First, getting to be together at your Aunt’s and now this Mexican holiday. Alicia, I hope you’re using protection. You can’t be too careful at your age.”

She was doing her mom bit to a tee as we walked over to the dining area. It was just after six thirty. The dining room was busy but not crowded. Most of the guests were young or middle aged couples and some seniors. There were no children anywhere, which was not unexpected, this was billed as an adult resort.

I listened as Alicia and Samantha danced around the truth of what Alicia was involved in. I finally broke into the chitchat as the waitress took our drink order and left.

“Did Aunt Carol explain to you the kind of video that Alicia is making? These are kind of ... adult ... you know.”

“Well, she was just so wonderful on the phone about the whole business and the amount of money that Alicia could make. She did mention that there might be some occasional nudity but, you know, even the big stars are doing things like that. It’s not such a terrible thing anymore”.

Seated beside us within earshot was a senior couple all very dressed up, he in a suit and she in a print evening dress and diamond earrings. He was probably a CEO of some big corporation on holiday. I noticed the woman was glancing our way as she heard bits and pieces and scowling her indignation at such talk.

“Mom, it’s a little more ... personal than that ... I mean ... welllll, Chris, what do I mean?”

“Ah ... Samantha it’s that instead of just ... play acting, you know. Well, it’s more realistic and visu ... there’s not much left to the imagination ... ahhh.”

Samantha looked directly into my eyes with a sudden expression of recognition that pierced the bullshit like a bullet.

“I assume you mean like fucking and sucking. Is that what they have you do, Alicia, fuck and suck?”

The woman beside us uttered an audible gasp and glared our way as Samantha’s words carried beyond our table and silenced a section of the busy room.

“So ... you know ... everything. My Aunt told you about Alicia and her and me and ... videos.”

“When your aunt first called and we got talking, I don’t know, it rekindled something in me. Our little sex show in front of the fraternity boys was one of the most exciting things I’d ever done in my life. I was so free when I was young but ... it all changed with marriage and a child, or at least I thought. Your Aunt got me thinking about it all over and I realized how much I’d missed by ... being safe. I just ... I just wanted Alicia to know ... how it really felt to be that wild and outrageous ... beyond shame.”

She looked down at the table and then up at Alicia’s gray-blue eyes, so like her own and continued,

“I knew you were more like me than I had imagined from the time you were barely fourteen. When you found me drunk and got me ready for bed that time on our wedding anniversary, I was only partly asleep. I’d had a lot of wine but not so much that I didn’t remember you undressing me, and then ... touching me on my breasts. I never spoke to you about it because I was ... I was too ashamed of myself. I could have stopped you Alicia, darling, but I didn’t because, maybe it was the wine ... I don’t know but ... I was aroused by it, very much. I was hoping you would take off the little G-string panties I had on and ... touch me there like you were touching yourself. God, with my own daughter.

It was so sick that I was afraid to look at you the next day. All that emotion came out as anger when I spanked you so hard. I’m so sorry for that darling, I know you never understood what I was feeling. I’ve never told anyone this until now, not even your father who would have left me if he’d known I’m sure.”

The waitress had returned with our drink order. She was a very leggy redhead wearing a too short pleated black skirt with no hose and stiletto heeled pumps.

“Let’s see. The carafe of house red for the ladies and for the gentleman the grande Piña Colada, no rum. Kind of a waste of time isn’t it?” she mused as her eyes shot a glance to my crotch undetected by either Alicia or Samantha.

“I just had a taste for the pineapple juice, you know,” I returned looking at the inside of her silky white thigh just below her ridiculous skirt.

She dropped her pen from the pocket of her white starched blouse that was open to expose an ample bit of cleavage. I knew just what she was going to do next and both Alicia and her mom were distracted as they poured out the wine they had ordered. My only concern was the scowling matron at the next table who was looking directly at me.

As I returned her eye contact our waitress bent forward keeping her knees nearly locked to pick up her trusty pen. Her skirt lifted in back giving me a glorious flash of her natural red fur piece framed by her white thighs and lower buttocks.

I slid my hand inconspicuously up the inside of her smooth inner thigh and stuck my extended thumb directly up into her waiting snatch. Her thighs clenched a moment until I withdrew my moist prize. Without comment, she straightened up and continued on her way, so much the happier I suspected.

Locking eyes with the now flustered matron I held my thumb under my nose and inhaled the fresh, distinct scent of the waitresses’ womanhood then sucked it clean and smiled. Utterly appalled, she threw her napkin onto her plate and demanded that her husband and she leave that instant in a real snit. I rejoined the conversation between Samantha and Alicia.

“When you ... started to really become a woman ... and were so beautiful and fresh and young I ... envied you, and hated you, and ... oh god ... and ... wanted to ... hold you ... so bad. Do you remember all the chats we had ... while you were in the bathtub. I’d always come in and talk with you about woman things and such.”

“I kind of enjoyed it with you there and me nude in the tub. It felt like we were real close and I could be myself with you like best friends. Did it ... turn you on to see me ... like that?”

“I would plan my whole day around those moments. It was like a dream for me but I had to pretend it was just fun and harmless. All these years.”

“Mom, this isn’t supposed to sound strange and I don’t want you to ... when I was with Chris’ Aunt Carol I ... we got into pretending when we were really heavy into our love making and I ... was calling her ... Mom ... as we were like doing it. It felt so incredibly perverse and exciting and I got off on it really hard. This is really heavy but ... god, I can’t say it ... I think we should ... really try ... I mean.”

Alicia and Samantha were syllables away from transgressing the most powerful of social taboos. Nothing Samantha had fantasized about would be equal to the actual consummation of such a shocking and unimaginable violation of decency and morality. If it was not done correctly with both of them fully prepared for the act it could destroy their real relationship for the rest of their lives.

I knew Alicia had learned well from her experience with my aunt and performing on the video but I still doubted Samantha’s resolve. She would need to be brought to her daughter in such an aroused, irrational state that the consummation of incest would be inevitable and profoundly pleasurable for both of them. She needed a crash course in letting go.

I spoke to both Alicia and Samantha of my concerns and from Samantha’s expression I knew I was right. Then, I described what I believed was needed as I spoke directly to Samantha,

“Your fantasies are all well and good but until you’ve put aside all your deepest reflexes of decency and morality you won’t be able to cross over from fantasy to actual experience. The inhibitions are there even if you don’t think they are. They’ll interfere and the result will be humiliation and frustration rather than ... joy.

“Alicia, I need to be with your mom for about an hour, alone. If you like you can sit out by the pool and I’ll call you when I think it’s time for you to join us. Is that ok?”

She rose slowly from her seat and went to her mom’s side. Samantha was still looking down at her plate uncertain of what she was going to do. Alicia took her mother’s hand from the table and brushed it across her breasts before touching it to her lips.

“I’ll be there mom, no matter how you feel. I love you in so many ways already. This will be just ... one more.”

She turned and disappeared out the large glass doors that led to the pool. There was still a good two hours of summer light and a gentle breeze was blowing in from the ocean.

“I want to play a childish game with you Samantha but if you agree to play it will be one of the most difficult games you’ve ever attempted. It’s Simon Says and I’m Simon. Simon will never tell you to do anything that is harmful or illegal but everything else ... imaginable ... is fair game. Simon will tell you what to do but it will be your will, not Simon’s, that makes you actually do what he asks. You must decide to act quickly without censuring yourself or you won’t enjoy the liberating benefits. And you must allow yourself to experience the reality of your acts ... you must be clear and aware of what you are doing, no drugs or alcohol. Now, Samantha, do you understand the game and are you ready to begin?”