Chapter 8

I wish I could say that their lovemaking was somehow more animated or spectacular but it was much like what Alicia had done with Aunt Carol. They caressed each other’s breasts and nipples with mouths and fingers, spending a long time just whispering to one another between outbursts.

Alicia was the first to receive oral sex from Samantha and experienced her first of about four orgasms that I counted during their encounter. Alicia wanted desperately to reciprocate and spent nearly fifteen minutes toying with her mother’s vagina before letting her come in ecstasy. They rested a bit before moving into 69 position with Alicia on top. As her mother licked Alicia’s vagina from below she inserted two fingers into her and massaged inside. Alicia responded with a very sudden sharp orgasm and several spurts that left her mother smiling and relieved. Between muffled love making she whispered that she had once had that happen and thought it was pee but now that she had tasted it she knew it was really just wetness from inside.

What the observer could not see was the internal, subtle communication that was transpiring between them. They were touching in a way that reshaped all that they had been or would be. All the denial and fear and shame were joyfully forgotten leaving only this moment, this fulfillment, of an unspeakable passion that has been experienced by only a few thousand women in all of human history.

When each had been satisfied the two women, mother and daughter, lay naked and unashamed, wrapped in each other’s arms, sleeping peacefully on the king size bed. I was left to my dreams for the moment, in awe of the power of such passionate women.

My reverie was brief. Sometime in the wee hours I came out of my groggy sleep distinctly aware that I had an erection and that someone was giving me head. Only a single room light was on but as I peered through half open eyes I could see the nude forms of Alicia on my left and Samantha on my right. Samantha was sucking me as Alicia looked up smiling.

“You weren’t supposed to wake up. We were trying an experiment to see if we could make you come in your sleep. It happens to us girls a lot but Mom said it couldn’t happen to men. I guess now we’ll never know.”

I rolled onto my back and the two women continued their playful exploration of my penis and balls like I was a science experiment. Samantha was stroking my balls with her fingernails while Alicia tongued just my moist little slit. They’d ask what felt best and giggled like schools girls while they drove me nuts.

I reached down and began stroking Samantha’s labia through her wiry dark bush, which was wet. Her pink inner membranes contrasted with the darker hue of her protruding labia, which curled about her vaginal opening. Taking my hint she slid up the bed, lifted her left leg over my chest and straddled me, facing my feet. I eased her hips up towards my face and spread her open with my fingers.

The her pubic hair was encrusted with drops of dried come and her own wetness As I penetrated her with my tongue a thin strand of my semen from this afternoons fucking rolled onto my tongue. I fell back on the pillow and in perfect, stuporous, Homer Simpson style exclaimed,

“Mmmmmmmm ... peeen-yaaaaa colaaaadaaaaa.”

Alicia mounted me facing her mom. My well primed penis once again was ensheathed by her warm, muscular, and very lubricated young vagina. As she used me, she felt her mother’s breasts. Samantha returned the gesture, then let Alicia suck her while I was sucking her clit into my mouth. It was a truly joyful orgy of complete hedonist abandon.

I thought afterward how simplistic and unsatisfying watching sex was compared to the multi sensual experience of doing it. The feel of the women’s skin, Alicia so smooth like doeskin or velvet while Samantha’s skin was more mottled with tiny, nearly invisible hairs on her buttocks and around her nipples.

The smell of their hair which was different from their skin which was different from their genitals. The soft pendulousness of Samantha’s breasts which Alicia massaged gently as she ground against me, coming at least twice in short succession.

The sound of each of their voices, not just as they convulsed in heart pounding orgasm, but all during sex as they whispered and murmured and even ... laughed playfully. I began to understand why most women find porn so totally unsatisfying. They delight in all the senses while paper and video tape are flat, lifeless ... boring, compared to the textures and smells and sounds of a real living human being. Still, I mused, real life does have its limitations. There’s no freeze-frame button.

Alicia dismounted me so that she and her mom could enjoy making me ejaculate together which was their real objective since waking up. She had told me when she first came to visit how much she loved watching a man really shoot his load, the animal-like sense of it. With both Samantha and Alicia’s faces inches from my penis Alicia began stroking my whole shaft with her slippery fingers. When she felt my first pre- ejaculation spasm she looked directly at her mom and took my penis in her mouth about three inches just enough to capture every drop of my volcanic ejaculate which took about ten seconds to subside.

Lying back, I could see in the subdued light as Alicia slid over to Samantha and embraced her lips with my semen still in her mouth. Then Samantha, now on her back, opened her mouth while Alicia, holding herself by her arms above, opened hers as well. A large glob of semen mixed with saliva rolled off Alicia’s pink tongue directly into Samantha’s gaping mouth and, with one hedonistic swallow, down her throat.

Alicia was sitting opposite her mom and fingering herself. Samantha sat up and locked eyes with her daughter and began doing the same as they competed to excite the other and intensify their onastic pleasure. After two orgasms like this I finally had to break in.

“Will you two give it a rest already? We’ve go a full day of video fucking tomorrow and you’re going to be too sore to fuck anyone at this rate Alicia.”

She pummeled me with a pillow in protest but agreed she’d had an incredible day and she needed to build up for tomorrow. For now she retired to the other bed while Samantha and I cuddled a bit before falling back asleep in each other’s arms.

The sound of the 9:00 wake up call startled me from a sound sleep. I rolled out of bed right over a big wet spot on the sheet and splashed some water on my face before waking Alicia and her mom, neither of whom even stirred when the phone rang. I gave them first shot at the bathroom since the ladies would no doubt take longer to get ready and made some coffee for all of us. I brought their cups into the bathroom where Alicia had run the large tub.

“Care to join us?” Alicia offered.

“Hey, you’ve got a 10:30 call and if we start into this shit again you’re never going to make it. Can we just think about business for ten minutes, sweetheart?”

My concerns went unheeded as Alicia and her mom were determined to reenact and fulfill their bathtub fantasy this time with the freedom to consummate what had only been suppressed dreams before. They got in the tub and washed each other, mixing it with playful lovemaking but nothing real wild. After a bit they got out, dried off, and went to work putting on their makeup and brushing out their hair, both still nude with no concern for privacy.

Samantha had brought Alicia a change of clothes, a short, print tunic dress with spaghetti straps which barely covered her buttocks. In the interest of preventing a big mother-daughter fight Alicia agreed to wear the white thong panties her mom had brought but only after a protest. There was no question she would not wear the matching bra.

She stepped into white, high heeled sandals with an ankle strap that raised her hem even more provocatively and bent over to buckle them giving me another reason to love her from any angle. I meanwhile was checking the weather channel and praying for a Santa Ana wind.

Samantha had packed something a little more exotic for herself including a matching satin bra, panties, and garter belt set in a shade of bone and real, old-fashioned silk stockings, the kind with seams up the back and wide welts. They were a bit big for her and came high up her thighs without rolling over the welt.

She adjusted her garters to snug up the stockings then pulled her dress, a very lightweight white cotton summer caftan made from nearly see-through India cloth, over her head. Her undies were discernible under the dress at close range but it was far too warm to bother with a slip today. Anyway, it made her feel more daring and she wanted to be daring on this trip.

When Alicia said it might look even nicer without the bra Samantha retorted that it was more a concession to the effects of childbirth and time than modesty. She was gorgeous, they both were gorgeous, as my unrestrained erection was attesting.

They decided to get some breakfast in the dining room and wait for me to join them. Samantha tried to prepare herself for the inevitable glances she was sure to get from the guests who had witnessed our fun and games last evening. I showered and shaved and was doing my teeth when the room phone rang. With a mouthful of toothpaste foam, I answered.

“Yeah?”

“Ah, Chris. I think you need to come down here like, right now. It looks like ... ah ... we may have a little ... problem”. It was Alicia. “There’s this woman ... and ... well, she called the ... cops.”

“There’s no problem”, I returned cutting her off. “Wait, there and I’ll be right down.”

With the resolve of Dirty Harry I grabbed one of the face towels from the wash basin and tucked it around my waist. It was open along my right thigh up to my buttocks but my cock was veiled at least from the front. With an expression of complete determination I opened the room door and strode to the elevator, riding it down to the now bustling lobby.

There were several young and middle-aged couples milling about who took an obligatory look at my muscled physique and loincloth attire but seemed eerily unconcerned or shocked. Alicia’s face turned even whiter than it already was and her eyes opened up like saucers. Samantha, perhaps more experienced in these matters, merely snickered.

“That’s one of them. That’s one of those disgusting people from last night”, the matron we had teased last evening shouted rising in righteous indignation and pointing me out to the Mexican cop who was taking notes. “They’re all perverts and I want them arrested this instant. You all saw them last night”.

She was addressing some of the milling guests.

“We could see them from our room on the other side, the hussy. She took off every stitch of her clothing and then ... I can hardly say it ... then she began to ... wee-wee right in public. My God, a grown woman wee-weeing like that. Isn’t that illegal here, officer?”

Her husband was looking through Samantha’s dress at her stylish 1950’s stockings and trying not to grin from behind the folds his wife’s flared skirt.

“Officer,” I said in a subdued voice, “perhaps I should give you my account in private, over here.”

We stepped aside out of earshot.

“Eees what the Senora saying, so, Señor?” he queried.

“Well, I’m afraid it’s all quite true and we’re terribly sorry if we caused a fuss. But you see my girlfriend over there.”

I pointed to Alicia and his eyes scanned her torso.

“The señorita is mui bonito. You are one lucky muchacho.”

“Yes, well she and me and the other señora, that’s her maimasita, are expected over at the big factory in about 45 minutes. You know about the factory, of course?”

“Ah si, the factory. You are with the factory people, then?”

“That’s a big si officer. I’m sure your supervisors will be most grateful if you were able to dispose of this matter ... discreetly.”

“Mmmm. Well, I am beginning to see your point. Let me see what I can do.”

We walked back over to the red-face elderly woman.

“I’m sorry Senora but there seems to be a problem with your story. If you’ll just come down with me to the station I would like to question you about ... some reports of some wealthy older women involved in a very big smuggling operation.”

As he led the white-face ranting woman and her CEO husband from the hotel I could hear the last parts of the conversation.

“Please. Senora there are only a few questions and a ... small cavity search ... and you will be on your way in no time.”

I smugly turned and walked back to the elevator leaving Alicia and Samantha sitting in dumbfounded wonder. As I got on, two absolutely perfect 10 women in their early 20’s got on in front of me both in the most insignificant of thong bikinis and wearing high heels. We exchanged flirtatious smiles and I let the door close before pulling the front of my towel back. I stood behind one of the girls, the dark haired beauty by chance, intoxicated by the scent of ... cocoanut oil and shampoo. I held my penis and lightly stroked it over her fully exposed velvety buttock cheek letting my drop of seminal fluid streak her oiled flesh. She was still and silent except for a tiny gasp of recognition at my first contact. When she got out she walked away perched on her stately high heels like the naughty thoroughbred of sex that she was.

“What the fuck is going on here, Chris? I was sure we were in deep shit,” Alicia said as I returned now in my shirt and jeans and sipped my pineapple juice.

“You’re incredible with sex Alicia but you still have a lot to learn about the world, darling. I wasn’t really sure what was going on myself until we checked in last evening. Did you notice the two girls that checked us in at the desk? They were the same girls that had been sitting in the reception area at the studio when we first arrived. They work in the videos, sweetheart, and they work here ... and it’s all the same job.

There’s two groups of people staying here but you can’t tell the players without a scorecard and that’s intentional. The first group is just ordinary folks from Peoria or Ontario that find out about this place and just want a very different adult vacation. A chance to vacation with porn stars.

You see, the other group of people here are other porn people, actors, crew, and ... families. They like the fact that they can stay in a luxury resort as a kind of perk for their services and ... they know that all the rules are off. It’s kind of the price of staying here and the other group knows it. They never know what outrageousness might just occur at any moment and the porn people can live out their real world exhibitionist fantasies in semi-security. Some time I’ll have to tell you about the night Uncle Jerry and I hit the bars while you and Aunt Carol were getting to know each other. It was all arranged and it looked so fucking real and ... it’s like a fucking Disneyland for adults.”

“You ... you bastard Christopher! Do you have any idea the torture you put me through last night with our little game? Why didn’t you tell me what this place was about ... I was baring my ... I mean ... doing that in public and ... I was so humiliated ... but if I’d known...”

“If you’d known and peed in front of everyone it would have been just acting, safe, insulated, and dehumanized. And it wouldn’t have proved a thing except you could perform like the other zombies on the videos. What you did you believed was absolutely real, something that you could never separate from your private life the way the porn stars do with their scenes.”

“If this was all a setup then how come that old bitch freaked and called the cops on us?” Alicia cut in trying to prove I wasn’t so damned smart after all.

“Either she has a very bad travel agent or, as I suspect, that’s her trip ... you know the blue-nosed, tongue clicking disapproval at the debauchery just before retiring with hubby and recounting the entire sordid scene as they fucked their asses off. Was it just me or did you hear a real muffled buzzing coming from under the front of her dress, like about where her pussy should be?”

“Yes, I heard that but I thought it was some little motor somewhere. It was probably one of those vibrating egg things ... they keep sending me the catalogs for those things ... I’ve never actually tried... “, Samantha said blushing at her accidental revelation that she had experimented with toys.

It seemed somehow quaint at this point.

“And the cop? Huh?” Alicia whined.

“When Uncle Jerry had you sign your contracts and release forms did you bother to actually read them? I did. The contract was with ‘Excelsior Productions, Inc.’ and, in little tiny print it said, ‘A Division of Ancora Corp’. Now, if you look outside at the resort sign what does it say, under ‘Aqua D’Oro Resort’?”

“It says ‘Aqua D’Oro Resort, by Ancora’. So the resort owns the video factory?”

“Probably the other way around. The porn finances the resort but it all goes in one big pot eventually, Ancora Corp. This hotel and most of the oceanfront property is all owned by, and for Ancora Corp. And with that kind of money and this being Mexico and all, they also own the police, fire, city government and most of the military in this area, I suspect.”

We finished and went to the desk to check out. The Hispanic male clerk was standing against the high desk and completed our phony bill. He looked a bit dreamy and when Alicia reached over to hand back his pen he took her fingers and held them to his nose and lips giving her a small kiss.

“Miss Aronesti. On behalf of the staff of Aqua D’Oro I want to express our delight in having you stay with us along with your ... imaginative ... relations. Please come back whenever you wish and ... indulge ... yourself, all complementary of course.”

“My pleasure, I’m sure. I should ... like ... be able to afford it after doing my video don’t you think? Chris? CHRIS?”

He seemed to stiffen and shift back a bit. Alicia and I looked down together to see he had dropped his pants to his ankles and was about to ejaculate all over the face of a darling black beauty who had been sucking him off under the desk even as we were speaking. He shot his load across her chocolate cheeks that drooled off onto her large black breasts below. She was nude except for high heels and a little starched maid’s apron.

I took Alicia’s hand and escorted her out the door as several strangers smiled admiringly at her ... and her mom. Ah yes, the happiest fucking place on earth.

As we came out of the resort heading for the car a white stretch limo rolled up to the curb. The door was opened by the driver who said he had been sent to pick up Miss Aronesti. I was all set to get in when I saw that the limo was nearly full with the six female co-stars that were in the video with Alicia. There was only room for her. As she got in, the other girls immediately started fooling around with her. She was nicely dressed compared to most of them and they had her dress nearly off almost by the time the driver had closed the door.

“Where do they find these nymphos?” I remember thinking as they drove off.

Samantha and I got in the rental car after loading the bags and rode to the factory listening to the radio. It was the first moment I fully realized how Alicia’s life had changed ... forever.

* Alicia disappeared into a rehearsal set almost immediately after arriving. She had to do a scene in her school uniform to set up the locker room shot yesterday. It was all lame dialogue and such, not exactly Merchant and Ivory, but honest. The scene was shot with Rachel, the AD, actually directing this time. Juliette preferred working on the hard-core scenes. The others tended to depress her according to Rachel.

Then it was off to do another setup scene for the big messy finale to be shot around five. Alicia was to wear a silver metallic prom gown that hugged her like a second skin, with shimmery thigh-top nylons and matching shoes. With her hair piled elegantly atop her head and in full evening makeup she was a queen.

Samantha and I kept out of the way as she rehearsed her lines with the six other girls in the shot. There were two that actually looked about Alicia’s age, the others were hardly high school material but nobody would really notice much once the clothes started coming off.

It was nearly time for the final scene and Juliette had come down to get set up. She came over to me and Samantha, sitting on a table near the set.

“Hi Chris! Hope you’re ready for some real wild fun today.”

I couldn’t tell from her expression if she meant the scene or something else. “And

“This must be Alicia’s mom, Samantha is it? You must be so ... thrilled to have a daughter as beautiful and talented as Alicia with such an ... appetite for ... pussy?”

Her eyes held Samantha’s for a moment. There was no sense pretending this was Hollywood. Juliette wanted to understand what Samantha was really doing here and to test her resolve to endure it. It was hard for her to imagine how a mother could watch with dispassion as her own daughter performed sex acts in public for money.

Rather than being shocked, Samantha welcomed Juliette’s tough, brutal honesty. She had been pretending far too long herself about her feelings and her life and it was a relief to be direct with another woman.

“I just want what’s best for Alicia. If she’s half as passionate fucking other women and men in your video as she was with me, her mother, in our bed last night, I know she will bring pleasure to everyone that sees her.”

Juliette was impressed. There were lines even she had never crossed in her long, hedonist private life, dark places that she had refused to explore. Incest was one of these. Not in real life anyway. Aunt Peg ... Taboo ... that was all just so much play acting and fantasy. When she occasionally crossed paths with people who had been to these places she always felt admiration and even ... reverence. She gave Samantha a small kiss of spiritual kinship.

“I heard about your ... incontinence ... problem over at the resort. Very kinky. I don’t suppose this bad boy had any part in it now, did he?” she asked Samantha rhetorically as she squeezed my ass through my jeans hard enough to hurt.

“I could never do that on camera the few times I was asked. Just wouldn’t come out when the director told me to do it. Now C.J., C.J. Laing. There was a girl that could pee on cue like a fire hydrant. Too bad about the drugs though. God, what a fuck up.”

After pausing a moment she continued,

“Well, got to go. Nice meeting you Samantha. Very nice. Oh, you’re both invited to the wrap party after the last shot. And Chris, don’t forget our little soiree. I can’t let little Alicia have your big, beautiful cock all to herself now can I? Byeee.”