When his mother reached the island, Preston turned back to the thermostat and twisted the knob up to the High mark.
“I’m going to change into something a little more comfortable,” he heard his mother say as she grabbed up her overnighter and headed off to her room.
Once again, Preston watched the seductive sway of her ass as she swished out of the room.
Damn, I’m definitely feeling something, he muttered to himself as he reached down to reposition his rapidly hardening cock. I’m hornier than a three-dicked billy goat, he complained to himself walking over to the island and refilling his glass. Glass in hand, he strolled over to the window looking out onto the courtyard. Studying the statues, he saw that a strange, purplish dusk was slowly settling down on the planet. Looking down at his watch, he saw that it was only four o’clock.
Then, his mother came walking back out of her room with a brightly colored sarong clutched in front of her.
“Complimentary sarong,” she giggled, holding the sarong up in front of her. “Think it will fit?”
Although she was holding the sarong up in front of her, Preston could see that she was no longer wearing her blouse and could conceivably be naked behind the sarong as he gawked at her with lustful yearning.
“Don’t know… it might be a little tight around the top with your big hooters…” he snickered.
What had gotten into him, he deliriously wondered? He had never said anything like that to his step-mother before.
“Oh, you think so,” she tipsily giggled.
Then, as he helplessly watched on, his step-mother spread the sarong out and like a bullfighter, twirled it around behind her back.
Preston’s eyes bugged out as he gawked at her naked body! There they were in all their naked splendor and majesty, he muttered to himself. Her tits! Her gorgeous, naked, jiggling tits. He couldn’t take his eyes off them!
“God, all mighty…” Preston gasped, ogling her dangling, bobbling breasts as she lazily pulled the edges of the sarong together and leisurely tied a big knot in it.
“What?” she laughed, pulling the edges of her sarong together and giving him a mischievous, flirty smile.
“They’re fucking gorgeous…” he groaned, finally able to lift his eyes back up to her smiling face.
“So, you like them…” she flirtaceously asked.
“Yeah, yeah, but I gotta get some fresh air,” he groaned. Afraid of what he might do if he didn’t leave, he staggered over to the front door and stepped out into the purpling dusk. Slamming the door shut behind him, he took in a deep breath of the jasmine-scented air.
As he did, he felt a strange calming effect wash over him. The fiery, raging feeling of lust that had possessed him inside was tempered with each deep, cleansing breath he took.
“Is something wrong, Senor?” he heard Eduardo ask as the little man stepped up to where Preston stood gasping for breath.
“Uh, uh, I don’t know…” Preston mumbled. “Everything was all mixed up. My mother… she, she was acting funny, and, and I… I don’t know… everything was just all jumbled up…”
“Did you perhaps turn the Aphrodisia dispenser on?” Eduardo asked, smiling and twisting the tip of one of the handlebars of his black mustache.
“Aphrodisia dispenser?” Preston muttered, remembering that one of the dials on the thermostat had been labeled AD.
“Yes. The thermostats in the rooms control the air conditioner and the Aphrodisia dispenser. Aphrodisia is a gaseous aphrodisiac that is dispensed into the room through the air conditioning ducts. It helps our guests get, uh, shall we say, in the mood, and it gives a man remarkable staying power, if you know what I mean. So if you wish things to return to normal in your room, simply turn the dispenser off,” Eduardo said with a mischievous smile as he gave Preston a big, conspiratorial wink and turned to walk away. “Or not…”
His mind whirling with the possibilities, Preston watched little, rotund man casually strolling across the courtyard toward the reception lobby.
Turn it off, he smiled to himself? And pass up the opportunity of a life time? I think not! Smiling, he turned back to the door, reached down and slowly turned the knob.
“Oh, you’re back… where did you go?” Gwen asked him as he stepped back into the room.
“Just out to get a breath of fresh air,” he grinned, running his eyes down to the swell of her giant tits as they jutted out against the material of her sarong.
“Do you like my sarong?” she asked him with a mischievous smile on her pretty lips as she slowly pirouetted around in a circle.
“Just like I said, it’s a little tight around the top, isn’t it?” he laughed.
“I thought that was the way you liked it…” she purred, slowly reaching down and giving her sarong a little flip. As she did, the opening running down the front of the sarong flared open giving Preston a glimpse underneath it.
A searing jolt of electric excitement ripped through his hardening cock when he saw nothing but bare skin under the sarong. When she had first exposed herself to him, he had been so engrossed in her wondrous tits, he hadn’t even noticed if she had panties on or not. Now it was plainly evident that she didn’t and he had been right about her pussy. In the brief instant she had flashed him, he saw that her pussy was indeed smooth and hairless as a billiard ball.
“There’s a loincloth on your bed,” she murmured, stepping over to the couch and reaching down for the remote lying on the coffee table. “Why don’t you put it on and we can be twins…”
“Uh, yeah, okay, uh, sure,” he stammered, grabbing up his overnighter and stumbling toward his room while his mother flicked the TV on.
Dropping his overnighter on the floor by his bed, he quickly unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor.
“My-oh-my-“ Preston heard his mother exclaim from the living room as he raced to undress and get back out with her.
“What’s wrong?” he hollered, toeing his socks off and reaching for the brightly colored loin cloth lying on his bed.
“Uh, you’ll see… you’ll see when you come back,” he heard his mother answer him as he wrapped the loin cloth around his hips and quickly tied a knot in it.
Looking down, he saw that there was no way he could hide the rock-hard erection that was tenting the loin cloth. But the way he felt at the moment, he didn’t really care. He was prepared to let nature take its course. If she saw that he had a hard on, so be it. Maybe it might even give her an idea…
Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and brazenly walked back out into the living room.
His step-mother was still sitting on the couch staring at the TV as Preston looked over to see what she was watching. Preston did a double take when he saw what she was watching. There on the screen, plain as day, was a boy about his age up between an older woman’s legs, fucking the hell out of her with his big cock.
Quietly padding across the room in his bare feet, Preston stepped up beside his mother who was totally engrossed in watching the copulating couple on the screen.
“Oh, you’re back,” Gwen murmured, turning toward him, her eyes immediately sweeping down to his tented loincloth. “You look nice…”
“Uh, what are you watching…” he mumbled, staring at the television.
“That’s all that’s on the TV… see,” she told him, turning back to the TV, pointing the remote at it and stabbing the channel button. As she did another naked couple flashed onto the screen, but this time the woman was on her knees in front of the man and had her lips wrapped around his big, stiff prick.
Then, as his mother punched the channel button again, another couple appeared on the screen. This time the woman was lying on her back and the man had his face buried down between her legs. The woman was apparently enjoying his efforts the way she was groaning and writhing around on the bed.
Another flick and a new couple filled the screen. Preston was stunned that his mother was just sitting there flicking through couple after couple as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about the two of them watching other couples fucking. It was then that Preston saw that his mother had her other hand down under her sarong. And from the position of her arm, it was obvious where her hand was.
“I have the oddest feeling,” she mumbled, punching back to the boy and woman then setting the remote down on the coffee table in front of her.
“Uh, what do you mean?” he asked her as she turned back to face him and her eyes once again swept down to his tented loin cloth.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” she softly murmured, reaching out and tickling the tip of a long fingernail over the knot in his loin cloth. “I just feel all hot and tingly down inside. The same way I feel when I want to… you know…”