A Tempting Vacation Ch. 21

Beth slowly awakened as the first rays of the sunrise began to flood the room. At some point in the night, she had snuggled even more closely into Ron. Her head was now resting comfortably on his supper chest. Her left breast bulged up beyond his rib cage, while her leg crooked over his hip and stomach and remained in constant contact with his morning erection.

She slowly opened her eyes and was not at all surprised to see that the now cool air circulating in the room had driven Pam to wrap as much of her body around the only source of heat available to them as well. She was snuggling to him, much as Beth, but only lower down his torso with her head on the boy's stomach and pressed lightly to Beth's knee. Her was face only inches from his engorged cockhead, and her legs scissored around his right thigh. Her right hand rested between his legs, just a few inches from his scrotum.

Her own arousal slowly building as she almost imperceptibly pressed her already damp pussy against Ron's hip, Beth decided to see if she could start off the day with a little more naughty temptation for her sexually frustrated friend. She waited a few more seconds to confirm Pam's still deep, steady breathing, and then reached down and every so gently repositioned Pam's hand until it was essentially wrapped around Ron's penis. The lingering effect on Pam of the prior night's sleeping tablet allowed Beth to place her hand over Pam's to steadily squeeze and stroke a few inches of his shaft. Beth lay there, clenching her own cunt against Ron's body, as she deftly maneuvered her friend into tenderly caressing his magnificent penis.

Ron was likewise still in a deep slumber, and only in his ever present dreams did he even remotely process the hands on his otherwise motionless body.

Pam's mind sensed the manipulation of on her hand, but rather than nudging her further toward consciousness, instead place her back into her own sexually charged dream.....one of the many she'd experienced since succumbing to the chemical sleep aides that along with the evening's consumption of alcohol and pot, had fairly quickly subdued her feelings of lustful arousal and emerging guilt, to put her into a deep slumber. Now, with her hand unknowingly being used to stroke Amy's still sleeping boyfriend, her dream self was in that spa locker, naked with Ron.

In this dream however, MIke did not divert his wife and come to her rescue. In her mind, Mike was not interrupted by the spa staff while he was preparing to fuck his own wife. She and Ron had no choice but to stand there, his cock pressed up the cleft of her ass cheeks as she perched precariously on the exercise ball, and continuously writhed against his gel covered penis, all the while watching through the slitted locker door and listening to Lil describe how she had been sliding her nude body all over this very same erection.

Beth sensed Pam's hand incrementally tightening on the boy's shaft, but had no idea that in her dream state, she was reaching behind her to clutch the steel pipe of a cock before the teenager could dip down and slide past her drenched opening. Dream Pam at first only intended to keep his penis diverted from his obvious goal of forcing her to stand there as he buried his fat cock to the hilt as she was forced to watch another couple have sex. But the more she deflected and repositioned him, the more her already substantial arousal grew, until her efforts to avoid his attempt to fuck her diminished and her movements evolved into an increasingly urgent hand job that was pushing him further down until he would be able to slide beneath her bubbly ass up into her gushing pussy, effectively impaling her against the closed locker door.

Strangely enough, Ron's deep slumber was slow to relent, and his subconscious mind was only beginning to register the pleasure being administered to his dick. His body responded first as his hips wriggled ever so slightly in pursuit of even more stimulation, yet he remained unaware of what was actually happening as he lay there, bound between his girlfriend's mother and her devious friend.

Realizing her friend was now squeezing and stroking Ron's shaft independent of her prior manipulations, Beth withdrew her hand, content to watch as Pam ground her pussy against his right thigh, just as she was doing to his left hip. This went on for maybe a minute or so, but ever so slowly it became apparent that Pam was awakening and about to become aware of her body's erotic actions.

Beth ceased her own movements, and watched through slitted eyes to see how Pam would respond to waking up with Ron's thick erection clutched in her right hand. A few days ago, Pam recoiling immediately and leaping from the bed in shame would have been a near certainty, but given her willingness to play along with the previous evening's thinly rationalized debauchery, Beth felt her reaction was anything but predictable.

As consciousness pushed her erotic dream back to the depths of her mind, Pam groggily opened her eyes to Ron's angry looking penis only inches in front of her, filling her vision. She had ceased stroking him as her dream faded, but her relatively tiny hand was still loosely clutching his girth. Her body instantly froze in place, and she looked up to see if Beth and Ron had been observing her unknowing hand job, or as she had just comprehended, the way she'd just been rubbing her damp vagina against his muscular leg.

Relieved to see both still sleeping, and Ron's blindfold still in place, she looked back to where her hand was still loosely gripping his thickness. Pam paused there for a split second, admiring the teenager's long, thick penis dwarfing her petite fingers, when portions of the previous night suddenly came flooding back to her. The way she and Beth had been teasing him with their lips and tongues, the slurping of his precum......oh God, what had she allowed to transpire with her daughter's boyfriend.

As panic overcame her, she carefully retracted her hand and rolled silently from the bed, and at once was greeted by her nude form in the closet mirrors that last night had provided Ron an excellent view of her best feature. Her nakedness reminded her of the latter part of the evening, when Beth had brought her to orgasm in the shower with the dildo and her fingers, and had then manipulated her to sleep naked next to the bound, blindfolded boy. Her body began to betray her moral concerns, and grow warm to those memories, and Pam quickly decided a long cool shower was in order, to help her regroup and sort through the prior nights events.

Upon hearing her friend shut the bathroom door, Beth sat up and removed the robe sash from Ron's head, allowing him vision for the first time in hours. She lightly kissed and nibbled on his ear as she whispered "Good morning lucky boy," while at the same time lightly tracing her fingers up and down his chest. "Does this thing ever rest?" She continued, as she began tenderly stroking his cock. "I mean, I know last night was a little stimulating for you", she added while giving him a devious little grin, "but come on."

As the cobwebs floated away, and he squirmed from her kisses and light stroking of his dick, he replied "Uh, yeah, I mean, it's like this most every morning....it doesn't usually go away until I, you know, jerk off."

As Ron spoke, Beth heard the shower turn on, and knew it was time for her next move in this deliciously fun game of seduction she'd been playing for days now. She leaned over and engulfed the teen's engorged head, swirling her tongue for several rotations, then pulled free to his audible disappointment. "Sorry for that hun, but I have to go get the luggage from the airport," Beth spoke as she began to move around the room.

"But....." Ron started to plead, when a stearn look from his heavenly tormentor caused him to change lanes, "but, can't you help me pee before you go, I really have to go."

Tugging her now dry sundress onto her sleek body, Beth replied, "Well, I would if I had time, but I have to gather up ALL the clothes, towels, sheets, everything, to drop off with the maids on my way out. Unfortunately that will leave nothing for you," She paused a beat for effect, "or Pam to wear, so I am sorry for that, but it has to be done. So you need to hold it until after I leave, then you will have to call out to your girlfriend's mom for assistance. With traffic and dealing with airport bureaucracy, I'll be away a couple of hours most likely."

Like a ninja, Beth crept in and out of the bathroom, having silently retrieved every single piece of material that could be used to provide any modesty to her friend. With her arms nearly overflowing with the various linens and clothes, she winked at Ron then slipped into the hallway, striding quickly to Thomas's apartment, where she'd find their luggage and a clear view through the window of Ron still tied to the bed.

Ron flexed as best he could against his restraints, trying to lessen his discomfort, tried to suppress his need to urinate, and thought about what Beth had said. She'd left Pam naked in the shower, with nothing at all to cover herself with. And now he had no choice but to summon her to help him take a piss. His dick lurched at the implications, and he yelled, "Pam! Pam!, I need you....quick. Please!"

Pam had been in the shower, forgoing the stereotypical 'cold' shower in favor of a nice steamy beat down over her body, the same body that along with her inebriated mind, had guided her to depths of depravity she'd never thought herself capable. She'd been trying to recall all their attempts at rationalizing what they'd done, what they'd all done, last night, and was so engrossed with those memories, Beth had been able to grab everything without her having a clue.

Thinking of the excuses had led her to of course, recall what had needed to be justified, and the images of licking all over Ron's penis, teasing him to the point just short of explosion, and slurping up his precum like it was the last drop of a milkshake through a straw invaded her thoughts, and ignited a all too common dampness between her legs. 'No matter,' she thought, 'today is a new day, and Amy joins us this evening, and we will all move on as if nothing happened, clutching to the justification that it all had to be done, no matter how silly that now sounded.'

At that moment, Pam heard Ron calling out her name, cut off the water and called back, "Ron? What is it honey? I'm in the shower."

"I really have to take a leak, like bad, and Beth already left to get the luggage."

Hearing that Beth had left came as quite the surprise, and Pam pulled back the curtain, to yet another surprise. She'd found one mostly dry towel with limited polish stains, and her sinfully sexy sundress, and while not ideal to wear around Ron, still miles ahead of the lingerie she'd pranced around in last night, but now it was all gone. Everything, every stained towel and washcloth, her dress, the lingerie, all of it gone. Obviously, Beth was not through with her manipulations.

"Pam?! You coming to help? I really, really have to go!" Ron earnestly pleaded, motivated more by his demanding bladder than furthering Beth's sexy orchestration.

Pam stood there, water still actively dripping from her body, with no way to dry off. She heard the desperation in Ron's voice, and knew the poor boy needed help. 'Well, at least he's blindfolded, so I can just go out there, help him pee like we did last night, then figure out what to do next.'

Pam grabbed the plastic bag they'd used before, and took one step from the bathroom when she saw that Ron was staring at her in the mirror. No blindfold. "Ron! What happened to the sash around your eyes?" she shrieked as she did her best to cover herself with her hands, and retreated back into the bathroom. She cracked open the door, saying, "Well?"

"Beth took it with her. Sorry, but please, I have to pee!" Ron answered even as he focused on Pam's brief flash of nudity.

"Okay, just a second," Pam yelled back, turning to scan the bathroom once more for anything at all that could provide her some degree of modesty. Nothing, until she locked onto the toilet paper and quickly decided it was her only hope of covering herself. She retrieved the roll, immediately realizing she'd have to be efficient in her on-the-fly creation of a new outfit, as it was barely one third its original size. She secured the loose end under her left armpit and carefully wrapped it across her breasts and around her body, the thin toilet paper soaking up the dampness coating her skin to become essentially transparent. The next two strips by necessity had to blanket the first to provide any real coverage across her nipples. She wanted to apply a fourth layer, but feared she'd barely have enough for her 'bottoms' as it was.

Her task complete, Pam stepped back to examine her new,.... her new what....Underwear?... Bikini?... Outfit? Whatever she called it would be inaccurate, as the image staring back from the mirror was a magazine worthy image of most any man's fantasy come-to-life. The 'top' did provide her some coverage, but by only the slimmest of margins. Her areola teased at the edge of what she settled in her mind to be called a 'tube top'. The sliver of her pinkish hued nipples contrasted equally against both the sunkissed tan and near translucent whiteness of her barely concealed, damp breasts.

With her main goal having been to cover her nipples, Pam had used all three layers of the toilet paper over essentially the same path. The third layer had mostly eliminated the damp transparency of the first two applications, but her erect nipple was poking out with such ferocity as to threaten to rip through her protection. Beyond that little issue, she'd failed to adequately address the substantial cleavage still present, and currently acting as a drainage path for the shower water still dripping down over much of her body, or the fact that her untanned underboob was quite obvious peeking from the bottom edge.

Looking to her hips, the image was equally sinful. There had been only enough toilet paper remaining to wrap around her body about 4 or 5 times. This limited her coverage to mere inches above her damp vagina, and would have exposed much of her pubic hair had Beth not shaved her bald two days ago. The bottom edge came down to just a couple of inches below her naughty bits.

Pam could barely believe that in less than one week, events had progressed to the point she was dressing so scandalously in front of her daughter's boyfriend. She actually shook her head and laughed softly, thinking of how absurd her own thoughts of immodest attire were while Ron was tied to the bed, totally nude. There was no doubt that Beth had manipulated her into this predicament, and an equal absence of any doubt that she was once again aroused by being forced to present her sexy image to the naked teen with the perfect penis. At that moment she heard him call out again, "Ah, Pam, I really, like, really need to go....please!"

The fact that her mind immediately began to assess how Ron would react to seeing her like this, wondering if his penis would visible twitch at the sight of her, didn't really shock her, given the depravity of the prior evening, but she was now sober, and recognized the temptation awaiting her on the bed. Still, with no option but to go help him urinate, Pam decided she'd have to talk with the boy to ensure the naughty thrills of the past few days would be placed once again in the absurd context of an unavoidable necessity, no matter how silly it would come across to him. However, the lingering damp heat emanating from beneath her meager skirt led to the decision that doing so dressed as she was would be one last relatively minor teasing thrill to this unforgettable vacation.

"Ok," she replied, "be right there." She looked again at her reflection in the mirror, and as she had the previous evening, felt sorry for the young man bound to their bed, for most grown men would fail to withstand the tempting image she would soon be presenting him, much less an inexperienced teenager. Still, she knew this 'torment' inflicted upon him the past few days would be something he'd never forget. Her goal was to make sure his memories would remain no more than that, and he'd never speak of these days to anyone, especially her daughter. Pam pledged to herself to behave appropriately, just before she brushed her still damp hair from her face, licked her parched lips and left the privacy of the bathroom to join the bound boy.

As she opened the bathroom door, Pam said, "Ok Ron, I've done the best I can to maintain some modesty, so you better not laugh at me."

Pam walked in and stood at the foot of the bed. In the morning light she took in the details of the boy's bound body the dim lighting of the previous night had obscured. Her vision locked on his ever tumescent penis beginning to pulse and throb before her, and she felt that now familiar steamy moisture overtake her vagina even as her mind scolded her body's response.

Likewise, Ron stared at the erotic image of his girlfriend's smoking hot mother. The toilet paper concoction of an outfit was clinging possessively to her tight body and absorbing the trickling streams of remaining shower water.

After a few awkward seconds, Pam continued, "So, I have the baggie, let's get you taken care of real quick." She climbed gingerly on the bed and between Ron's spread legs, doing her best not to expose her pussy or rip her thin excuse for clothing. "Well, it looks doubtful you are going to become, ahem, pliable anytime soon, and I know you really have to go, so I'll just make sure to hold the bag tight so as not to create a mess. Do you think you can go, well, like this?" she finished as she motioned to her towering erection with her hand.

"I do really have to go, so yeah, I think I'll be able to make it happen," Ron replied truthfully, even as his eyes bounced between Pam's blatantly erect nipples and the shadow beneath the teeny TP skirt, at the junction of her thighs, and his dick lurched accordingly.

Pam nodded her understanding, and tenderly, yet firmly clutched the opening of the plastic bag over the plump head of Ron's penis, and tilted it back closer to his flat abs. Within seconds, he managed to let loose a powerful stream of urine, the force of which nearly pulled the bag free of Pam's grip.

After emptying the bag and once again confirming her modesty, as it were, was still in place, Pam strolled back from the bathroom and made the decision to stand between the bed and the mirrored wall, to intentionally providing Ron a near 360 degree view of her athletic curves along with the ever increasingly transparent toilet paper outfit. Her damp shoulder length hair, curly from the shower, continued to drip randomly to her shoulders, and eventually the paper 'tube top'.

"Feeling better now Ron?" Pam asked, noting the tormented lust of his gaze as he attempted to maintain eye contact.

"I'm getting pretty stiff and sore bound like this, and I realize this is sort of weird asking your girlfriend's mom this, but is there another joint, cause that seems to lessen my discomfort?" He asked, partly because it was true, but mostly because he wanted to get Pam stoned again to maybe encourage her to resume the games from last night.

She'd been certain the boy was about to ask her for something sexual, so when it was only to smoke a joint, she agreed and retrieved the sizable roach from the bathroom counter. Pam decided a morning buzz would help with her lingering hangover and guilt. She sat on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling just above the floor, facing the wall of mirrors, and twisted her torso while leaning in closer to Ron everytime she helped him take a toke. This repeated movement stressed the toilet paper to the point tiny rips began to appear at random places on both her top and bottom coverings. Between that and her slightly spread legs visible to him in the mirror, he was both stoned and even hornier by the time the joint was extinguished.