Milestone-The Next Day

Milestone- The next day.

Whether it was the wine, the stress of travel, the extracurricular activities, or all of them together I must have blanked out completely.

Woke up in the early pre-dawn hours my head spinning in confusion as if trying to come out of trance. Did I over do it last night? Did I over imbibe? Was it all just a drunken dream?

My eyes attempted to adjust to the dark of the room; a slight stream of filtered light poked a tentacle in the dark gray, almost charcoal medium of air. Just enough light to make out the form of my son lying next to me…and as my eyes focused…the NAKED form of my son!

I sat up quickly, my hands making feverish exploratory motions over my own body. Shit! I am naked…my fingers touch my lips…did I really? I mean really…did these lips do…what to my son? My son’s…PENIS! A shudder ran through my entire body.

Needed to get out of there…to put some distance between. Needed a walk to make any sense of my actions. So threw on shorts, top, and sandals and walked as far as I dared. Way out on a skinny spit of land that jutted far out from the island and plunked down on a rock.

With my head in my hands, went over mentally the entirety of the previous day, trying to rationalize any and all of my actions. Kept coming to the pinnacle of the day…it was not Mark’s fault. I am the adult, the parent…damn it…my own kid!

The overall generalizations soon materialized into specifics, then details. The vision of my son with that lady next door came back to me in panoramic color…her apparent bliss. His…His voracity…his cock! Oh my God! His cock…my God…that cock, that wonderful cock. My fingers unconsciously traced my lips.

What the hell is wrong with me? Am I nuts? For Christ sake…I am a fucking CREEP!

Then the sun broke over the horizon and as the rays raced towards me across the calm surface of the Caribbean they scared the darkness from my soul, the lectors of self-loathing ejected from me in fits and shudders.

Today is my birthday…my fortieth birthday, crossing a threshold to where I cannot come back from. The purpose of this whole trip…it was about me, about my self-indulgence, of not allowing me to restrain from any personal or societal mores. So be it, check one item off, I am better at oral sex than I ever thought…and I am more desirable to the opposite sex than I ever intended as the picture of the two guys on the beach yesterday crystallized in my brain.

The picture of Mark’s eyes turning to lust as he manipulated my tits last night in the whirlpool…the response of his cock even though it had already been through a vigorous work out during the day. Yes…I still had it; I have what it takes to entice, to excite, to prompt into action…a physical specimen of the opposite sex even less than half my age.

I got up with confidence, striding strongly back in the direction of the resort. My mind made up. I needed a good fucking, and my target was Mark’s cock, son or no son.

The sun was up and radiating its heat as I opened the door to our cabin, the brilliance chasing any shadow from the interior. My vagina was weeping in anticipation, I was intending to devour that man cock that just so happened to be attached to my son. My over inflated expectation was deflated like a popping balloon. The room was empty.

Ah shit! Forgot that Mark was going on a sight seeing trip…with…what’s her name…Crystal.

Great! All warmed up and nowhere to go. Took a long shower to relieve the tension.

There was a knocking by the patio door, tossed a towel around me knowing that it barely covered me. Consciously thinking or hopping some hot young guy would be an unwitting participant to my sexual needs.

It was George…from next door. Unabashedly standing there in his birthday suit.

I had a momentary thought that he just might be the winner of my current needs. George was probably in his late forties, but in excellent shape, his completely, and I mean completely tanned body still had muscular definition. His shorn pubic area exacerbated the size of his dangling penis. Not in the realm of Mark’s in any way, but still better than my husband’s.

But, after exchanging niceties, George was on a different mission. He wanted to invite me to the festivities next door.

Well if it worked for Mark, maybe it would work for me.

Dropped the towel and followed George. Caught the approving twinkle in his eye, I was unashamed.

George gave me a quick tour and the primary observation on my part was that there seemed to be ten females for every seven males. And…from my point of view, the competition would be tough. Still everyone was pleasant when introduced, even formally introduced to Mary Anne. She was the one that extracted the most out of my son yesterday.

The other item that caught my eye was that everyone wore a colored rubber wristband.

The colors were red, yellow, and green…like traffic lights.

George explained that the resort was clothing optional through out most of the facility but did have a clothing requirement for the attached five star public restaurant and club. Then explained that they had a guest membership available to those staying next door at a reduced rate.

Ok, it was a sales pitch, but even though the female to male ratio was not to my advantage…I knew before making the trip that this was the intended venue. Just did not have the guts to spring it to hubby.

The other caveat was Mark. Apparently by George inviting him over yesterday was ok, but to use the facilities he needed a female sponsor. Mary Anne sponsored him yesterday (in more ways than one), but he would need a different sponsor everyday. Unless he was assigned with a “guest”, if I signed up, I could put him on my membership.

George introduced me to Denise; she would be the one to sign me up.

Yep, this is the Denise of Mark from yesterday.