Later, well after midnight, mother and son were kissing, still naked, holding each other.
“You can have me back there if you like,” Sandrah whispered.
“Hmm?”
“You know, where your tongue was earlier,” Sandrah said.
“Ah, your backdoor.”
“Anal sex. Yes. Please?” Sandrah licked his lips.
Luis nodded and a few minutes later, he was struggling with all his might not to cum, to enjoy the feeling of her anal walls around his cock. He took a swig of champagne straight from the bottle, then poured a little bit on her cock-embedded asshole.
“Beautiful,” he said, pulling out, seeing her gape open. He poured more champagne into her body, and then penetrated her again.
“Yes,” Sandrah moaned, gripping the sheets while Luis fucked her in the ass. “Harder!”
“I’m going to fill you up!” he slapped her ass several times, leaving red marks.
Sandrah was panting heavily, loving the full feeling her son was giving her.
They climaxed together, Luis filling her lower colon with cum, mixing it with the champagne enema she had swimming around inside her.
His cock slid out of her rectum, resting on her butt cheek, spurting cum one last time before he fell to his back, exhausted.
Sandrah climbed into his arms, moaning. Both were quiet for a few minutes.
The silence was broken by Sandrah farting cum and champagne out of her ass. Mother and son looked at one another and erupted in laughter.
Their final full day at the resort was spent in bed. They showered last night’s insanity off their bodies and snuggled, kissed, caressed, and made love well into the afternoon – only breaking for food.
Sandrah smiled at a tired Luis, watching him take a nap before dinner. She put on her bathrobe, “What happens here stays here,” she thought before leaving the room and Luis alone.
At room 685 Sandrah knocked a few times before Bea answered. “Come in!” she motioned her to follow.
Bea went out onto her balcony, Sandrah stayed inside.
“You coming?” Bea asked.
Sandrah shook her head and removed her bathrobe, standing nude before Bea. Bea laughed, removed her shirt and grabbed Sandrah, bringing her in for a hard kiss.
Bea’s hand traveled to Sandrah’s ass, “So you want to have fun with me?”
“Maybe I should be more of a free spirit like you,” Sandrah said, grabbing a handful of Bea’s breasts, taking them to her mouth, sucking on them.
“Mmm I like the sound of that.”
“My um, Luis, will be awake for dinner tonight. I’ll need to go then,” Sandrah said squeezing one of Bea’s tits. “Our last night here and all.”
“I’m sure we can cum several times before then,” Bea smiled, kissing Sandrah, guiding her onto the bed.
-9-
In the aftermath of the disastrous filming of The Huntress, the studio was sued by the family of the dead helicopter pilot. The executive producer was fired and slammed with a couple lawsuits in an attempt to hold him responsible and neglectful for that death. Sandrah could’ve sued for injuries perhaps, but she didn’t want to risk the fact that she hunted and found her own son on the show to be public. A few weeks later Sandrah, Luis, and Bea were all requested to do interviews by the studio, to help with PR. Sandrah and Luis declined, and Bea as too busy on a road trip to the Grand Canyon to do it. The Huntress was cancelled midway through the second season.
After a final day in bed at the resort, Sandrah and son parted ways. She reminded him their tryst was over. It was wrong, pleasurable beyond anything they’ve ever experienced, but wrong. She tearfully hugged her son goodbye at the airport, saying she’ll see him again for Thanksgiving in several months. She went home, miserable, sad, alone. She missed Luis terribly.
Months later, in mid-July, Bea visited Sandrah. They spent most of the long weekend in bed, sweaty, rolling around, scissoring, climaxing together. Sandrah thought maybe she could become a lesbian, her and Bea a couple; she could forget about her incestuous sexcapade at the resort. That idea was squashed when Bea went on and on about how cute the male waiter was at dinner her last night in town.
As much as Sandrah enjoyed sucking Bea’s tits and eating her pussy, she knew deep down she wasn’t really a lesbian. She missed something, someone, a great deal.
The first week of August, after a routine workout at the gym, Sandrah got a phone call on her way home.
“Hi,” she told Luis, thoughts of their sexual experience flooding her mind.
“Hey Mom. You busy?”
“Just leaving the gym. What is it?”
“I was wondering if you could pick me up at the airport.”
“The airport? Here?” Sandrah asked, her heart rate rising.
“Yep. I flew in, thought I’d surprise you,” Luis answered.
Sandrah sighed, and reluctantly turned the car around, heading toward the airport.
“So that’s when I told Dad I wanted to take some time off, before starting college,” Luis was telling his mother on the way to her home. “He said if I wanted to visit you, I could.”
“Luis,” Sandrah shook her head.
“Mom, it’s fine. Just a few months. You know? You and me. It’ll be great,” Luis smiled at her, placing his hand on her thigh.
“Luis. I know what you want. I told you it can never happen again. What happened with us at that resort, stays there. Do you understand?” his mother asked.
Luis nodded, eyes to the floor, his hand gently rubbing his mother’s thigh.
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Thirty minutes later mom and son crashed through her bedroom door, landing on her bed, kissing frantically.
“You look so hot in these workout tights,” Luis said.
“I haven’t showered,” Sandrah said peeling off her son’s shirt.
“I’m gonna taste your sweat then,” Luis said, diving in, licking her neck.
“Oh, Luis,” Sandrah moaned. He stood, removing his shorts, and then pulled his mother’s tights off. She threw her sports bra off and Luis dove back in, driving his cock where it belonged, where Sandrah needed it to be. She missed him so much.
“I’m moving in,” Luis said.
“No you’re not.”
Luis drove his cock deeper into her, up against her cervix, pushing as far as he could. Sandrah cried out, gripping his back, “Yes!”
“So it’s settled. Dad won’t suspect a thing,” Luis added, working up a sweat. “You’re so much better looking than his fiancée.”
“Oh, baby!” Sandrah held her son close as he pounded away.
“I missed this so much. I missed you so much. I thought about you every day, dreaming of the stuff I’d do to you,” Luis whispered in her ear while fucking her.
“Me too. I want you inside me every day, deep as you can go, to feel you in my stomach,” Sandrah kissed him hard.
“Mmm, nasty woman,” Luis said, smiling down at her.
“I’m your woman,” she said before closing her mouth around his.
As they made love the rest of the night, they took breaks and spoke about moving Luis in, plans for the future, keeping things a secret, sexual fantasies, even the word ‘marriage’ was thrown around.
She couldn’t help but smile at her unusual good fortune. Sandrah was lying on her side, Luis lovingly sliding his cock in and out of her ass, kissing her neck, ears. He loved the feeling of her rectal walls massaging his cock.
As she lay there, in a candle lit room, giving herself in every way with every part of her body to the man she hunted down and found in a jungle, Sandrah counted herself as one of the few success stories of that show – a success story no one could ever know about.