au natural? Shaved, he guessed, as she ran around in a
bikini most of the time to show off her wondrous tits and gorgeous
body.
Preston was not immune to his mother’s good
looks and had always had a difficult time thinking of her as his
mother. On more than a few occasions, he had wondered what she
would be like in bed. Would she just lay there and take it, or
would she turn into a wild cat, he loathsomely wondered? Most of
the time, he just looked on her as another woman. But not just any
other woman, though. She was a beautiful, hot, sexy woman that he
would love to...
There was a faint fragrance of jasmine
hanging in Erotica’s muggy air as they strolled down the gangplank.
And the humid air had a wispy, pinkish-purple cast to it.
Erotica! The name of the planet certainly fit
the place, he woozily thought. Bizarrely, the pinkish cast gave
everything a soft, sensual appearance. Even down to the statues
that were enough to make a grown man blush. It seemed evident why
the planet was called Erotica as he ran his eyes over the statues
of men and women in various stages of undress that circled the
courtyard in front of them. This was no place to take your mother,
that was for sure, he embarrassingly thought, studying one of the
many statues.
“My, my...” Gwen murmured, running her eyes
over one of the statues of a man chasing a young maiden. The couple
in the sculpture were both naked. And the extremely well endowed
man was in a heightened state of arousal which was plainly obvious
as his endowment jutted out in front of him stiff and fully
erect.
Just then the group was greeted by an older,
rotund gentleman with a striking black handlebar mustache. Greeting
each guest, he slowly worked his way down to where Preston and his
step-mother stood waiting.
“Buenas Tardes, Senor, Senora Adkins,”
Preston heard the man say as the man stepped up in front of his
mother and appreciably ran his eyes down over her voluptuous
figure. “I am Eduardo, and it is my honor and privilege to welcome
you to Erotica...”
Then, with a flourish and a bow, he held out
the room card to Gwen.
“Here is your key. Room six-sixty-nine. If
there is anything... anything at all, I can do for you... don’t
hesitate to call on me,” he told her, leeringly running his eyes
back down her body once again as he twisted the tips of his looped
mustache. “And may the gods of Erotica be kind to you and grant you
your every wish.”
Then as he stood back up, he looked over at
Preston and gave him an obvious, suggestive wink.
“Uh, my, my son, my step-son and I are just
here to spend the night,” Preston heard his mother stammer as he
saw her rouged cheeks blush even darker. “We’re going to, to
Thrillica...”
“Yes... I know... I know,” Eduardo smiled
knowingly and slowly walked down to the next couple waiting in
line.
Grabbing up their overnight bags, Preston and
Gwen made their way across the courtyard toward the group of
cabanas under the softly swaying palm trees. As they did, Preston
saw another sculpture sitting in the very center of the courtyard.
It was embarrassingly clear what the sculptor had in his mind when
he made it. Preston felt a warm flush spread over his face as he
stopped to look at it. His eyes quickly traveled up from the slit
at the bottom of the sculpture, across the spread lips and on up to
the big ball jutting up out of a large marble sheath.
“Oh, my...” Gwen gasped, staring at the
sculpture. “They’re certainly graphic with their sculptures, aren’t
they?”
“Uh, uh, yeah,” Preston choked out, tearing
his eyes away from the sculpted vagina.
Looking over at his mother, he saw that her
cheeks had blossomed into an even ruddier red.
“Uh, come on, Mom, let’s go...” David
muttered, grabbing her hand and tugging her away from the obscene
sculpture.
They stumbled across to their cottage and
Gwen quickly swiped their room card through the lock. As she did,
the little green light came on and she
bikini most of the time to show off her wondrous tits and gorgeous
body.
Preston was not immune to his mother’s good
looks and had always had a difficult time thinking of her as his
mother. On more than a few occasions, he had wondered what she
would be like in bed. Would she just lay there and take it, or
would she turn into a wild cat, he loathsomely wondered? Most of
the time, he just looked on her as another woman. But not just any
other woman, though. She was a beautiful, hot, sexy woman that he
would love to...
There was a faint fragrance of jasmine
hanging in Erotica’s muggy air as they strolled down the gangplank.
And the humid air had a wispy, pinkish-purple cast to it.
Erotica! The name of the planet certainly fit
the place, he woozily thought. Bizarrely, the pinkish cast gave
everything a soft, sensual appearance. Even down to the statues
that were enough to make a grown man blush. It seemed evident why
the planet was called Erotica as he ran his eyes over the statues
of men and women in various stages of undress that circled the
courtyard in front of them. This was no place to take your mother,
that was for sure, he embarrassingly thought, studying one of the
many statues.
“My, my...” Gwen murmured, running her eyes
over one of the statues of a man chasing a young maiden. The couple
in the sculpture were both naked. And the extremely well endowed
man was in a heightened state of arousal which was plainly obvious
as his endowment jutted out in front of him stiff and fully
erect.
Just then the group was greeted by an older,
rotund gentleman with a striking black handlebar mustache. Greeting
each guest, he slowly worked his way down to where Preston and his
step-mother stood waiting.
“Buenas Tardes, Senor, Senora Adkins,”
Preston heard the man say as the man stepped up in front of his
mother and appreciably ran his eyes down over her voluptuous
figure. “I am Eduardo, and it is my honor and privilege to welcome
you to Erotica...”
Then, with a flourish and a bow, he held out
the room card to Gwen.
“Here is your key. Room six-sixty-nine. If
there is anything... anything at all, I can do for you... don’t
hesitate to call on me,” he told her, leeringly running his eyes
back down her body once again as he twisted the tips of his looped
mustache. “And may the gods of Erotica be kind to you and grant you
your every wish.”
Then as he stood back up, he looked over at
Preston and gave him an obvious, suggestive wink.
“Uh, my, my son, my step-son and I are just
here to spend the night,” Preston heard his mother stammer as he
saw her rouged cheeks blush even darker. “We’re going to, to
Thrillica...”
“Yes... I know... I know,” Eduardo smiled
knowingly and slowly walked down to the next couple waiting in
line.
Grabbing up their overnight bags, Preston and
Gwen made their way across the courtyard toward the group of
cabanas under the softly swaying palm trees. As they did, Preston
saw another sculpture sitting in the very center of the courtyard.
It was embarrassingly clear what the sculptor had in his mind when
he made it. Preston felt a warm flush spread over his face as he
stopped to look at it. His eyes quickly traveled up from the slit
at the bottom of the sculpture, across the spread lips and on up to
the big ball jutting up out of a large marble sheath.
“Oh, my...” Gwen gasped, staring at the
sculpture. “They’re certainly graphic with their sculptures, aren’t
they?”
“Uh, uh, yeah,” Preston choked out, tearing
his eyes away from the sculpted vagina.
Looking over at his mother, he saw that her
cheeks had blossomed into an even ruddier red.
“Uh, come on, Mom, let’s go...” David
muttered, grabbing her hand and tugging her away from the obscene
sculpture.
They stumbled across to their cottage and
Gwen quickly swiped their room card through the lock. As she did,
the little green light came on and she
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