Trouble in Paradise

Disclaimer:

The following story is entirely fictional and not in any way based on real events, places or people.

All of the characters are 18 years old or older.

Please do not post this story anywhere without crediting me, Seafoamresort.

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The butterfly effect

You know, life is weird sometimes. The last few weeks are a testament to that. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was lucky enough to live through.

Even now that the dust has settled, it still doesn't feel entirely real and sometimes I'm wondering if it even happened.

Though a small but thick booklet on my desk assures me that it did.

I can't help but grin from ear to ear every time I'm reminded of that.

I remember the day everything started.

It was a sunday afternoon, and a lazy one at that. Nothing to do for a nerdy teenager. All of my friends (not that I have many) were out playing basketball and although I'm in decent shape, I was never good at sports.

So I did what every reasonable couch potato would have done: I stayed home, locked my door and went on over to the ol' hub. It didn't take long and I was greeted with the oh so familiar stuck stepsister scenario. What is up with that anyways? Oh well. Just as I was about to unzip my jeans, something caught my eye. It was an ad...on a porn site.

"CLICK HERE FOR A CHANCE TO WIN AN ALL INCLUSIVE TRIP FOR COUPLES TO MAFYLI ISLAND!"

I knew it was a scam, it had to be.

You'd have to be very stupid to fall for an ad on a porn site.

*Click*

If you were to ask me why I actually clicked on it, I couldn't tell you. But I did. Little did I know that this little flick of my index finger would set a series of events in motion that changed my life forever.

I got redirected to a shady looking webpage and of course, a big "CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WON A FREE ALL INCLUSIVE TRIP FOR COUPLES'' message popped up.

Obvious scam. I rolled my eyes, closed the tab and finished what I started.

A few weeks went by and I had forgotten about the ad long ago.

Until a peculiar letter found it's way into our mailbox. I wasn't home when that happened, so my mom was thoroughly confused. And to be honest: so was I.

"Nathan, what is this?" was the very first thing I heard upon entering our home. There she was, waving two tickets in front of my face.

"I'm glad to see you too, my day was great, thanks for asking."

The sarcasm just emanated from my body.

"Very funny. Now please explain to me why you signed us up for a trip to a resort for couples" mom said angrily, blowing a strand of her red hair out of her face.

Ever since my dad had cheated on her - cheated on us - she wasn't the same anymore. She had become bitter, now that my dad is sipping champagne with his new girlfriend. But she still gave it her all to be a good mom and I have to say I appreciate her for all she is trying to do for me. At this very moment though, I didn't appreciate her at all. Or - more accurately - I didn't appreciate my past self, because I suddenly remembered what she was referring to. But what is happening? It wasn't a scam? How did they find out where we live? How do I explain to my mom how this went down?

"Nathan! I'm talking to you!" her stern voice brought me back to reality.

"Uhhh i...i don't know. I didn't sign us up for anything!" was all I could muster.

"Oh really? Well it has to be one of us and I sure did not. So?"

I sighed. "Y...yeah I did sign us up." I caved.

There is no point in lying to mom, she always found out eventually. Even though I'm almost 20 years old, she could still make me feel like a kid when she scolded me. I was as afraid of her tirades now as I was then.

Suddenly, I got an idea "I...you just seemed to be so stressed out and I wanted to give you a break" I said, putting on my sad puppy face as best I could.

Her body loosened up and she sighed deeply.

She put her hand on my shoulder and her voice was as soft as it always has been before dad betrayed us.

"That's really sweet of you. But you know we can't afford a holiday right now.

My divorce lawyer is good but also expensive" she said, sounding almost defeated. She sat down and sighed once more. She started fiddling around with the tickets as she went on.

"Look, I know this whole ordeal has impacted you as well and I was too busy taking care of it all to stop and think about how you must feel.

How about this, we take this weekend just for ourselves and..." she stopped abruptly, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

"Wait, why does it say 'free'?"

The smartass i am, i saw my opportunity for salvation. "Yeahhh it's free. I forgot to mention...surprise!

All we have to do is sign this waver and we are in, look it says it right here!"

Mom looked at me and seconds later my head was pressed into her heavenly chest. All I could think of at this moment was: "If that's how I die, suffocated by my mom's big, soft boobs, I would be okay with it."

That didn't happen of course, as she pulled away and - with the biggest grin on her face - said: "I have to go pack!"

Before I could even reply, she was already halfway up the stairs, talking to herself. "Where did I put the sunscreen? Beach towels! We need towels!"

Still confused but happy I got out of the situation unscathed, I took another look at the tickets. "Mafyli-Island huh. Weird"

A few days went by and sure enough, by the end of the week we took a plane right to paradise. It was amazing how well the mysterious travel agency from the porn site ad had organized the trip. Everything was taken care of.

We were taken to our reserved seats in first class and, after a long but pleasant flight, landed safely in Panama. Upon exiting the plane, the heat hit me in the face like a truck but I quickly got used to it.

From there, we took a bus to a small haven, where an even smaller ferry awaited our arrival.

We got on board and off we went. The boat trip was longer than I anticipated but I didn't mind, it was nice. A salty breeze caressed my thick, black, shoulder long hair as we chugged along the caribbean sea. The water was crystal clear and I could have sworn I could almost see the bottom of the ocean at times. We even saw a pod of dolphins swim near our boat and occasionally, a swarm of tropical fish scurried away as our vessel approached them. It was like something out of a dream.

But all of that amazing scenery dwarfed in comparison to...my mom. She wore a white, flowy dress with a deep cleavage. It was almost completely see through, so it wasn't hard to make out her white lace bra and panties. Her face was covered in freckles from the sunlight and her bright red hair was sailing in the breeze. It was a sight to behold.

Ever since dad left I hadn't seen her smile this way. She was happy and relaxed and it showed, she was basically glowing. From the very moment I hit puberty I knew she was something special.

Our driver didn't speak much and we were just enjoying the moment, so it was a pretty quiet trip.

After roughly three hours, the island slowly rose from the horizon.

"There it is, Mafyli-Island" he said with a thick accent.

Trouble in paradise

Our boat docked on a small pier that looked like it was made from bamboo.

The whole island was surrounded by a large beach and beyond that, encapsulated by a cliff. Said cliff and the unwavering thicket atop the cliff with its towering palm trees made it impossible to guess what lies beyond.

The only way in seemed to be the pier, which eventually led to a set of stairs chiseled into the stone, leading up the cliff and into the thicket.

A young woman in a bright pink bikini welcomed us and told us to follow her and as soon as we put one foot in the direction of the island, we heard the engine of our ferry roar and just like that, it took off. We followed the lady in pink up the steps and after a short walk through the luscious jungle, the thicket abruptly ended and gave way to a giant resort. It was breathtaking. I could hear my mother gasp in excitement.

We could overlook the whole resort from our high vantage point:

Not too far away from us, a waterfall roared down the cliff and into a lagoon.

Large pools were scattered all over the resort, small bars, cozy bungalows, busy restaurants. Exotic trees, bushes and flowers lined the pathways, and in the middle throned a giant fountain.

Our guide must have noticed our excitement.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes...yes it is" I thought.

The reception area consisted of a modern building with a high glass ceiling and coconut trees left and right of the reception desk. It encapsulated every cliché imaginable but did so in a graceful way.

We were greeted by yet another woman, this time in a blue bikini, who welcomed us into Mafyli-island.

She told us how to find our bungalow, gave us the corresponding keys with the number on them and - before she sent us off - insisted that we take a booklet with information on the resort and it's abundance of activities.

The island was even larger than it first appeared to be. It took us a good 30 minutes to arrive at our bungalow.

I glanced at the straw roof and followed mom through the bamboo door.

"It's beautiful Nathan. I still can't believe you landed us this vacation for FREE!" she said with adorable excitement in her voice.

"Yeah, I can't believe it either" I muttered as I carefully entered the hammock that was installed in a corner of the room next to a window. I sighed audibly as I let the relaxation wash over me.

"I'm going to check how the shower works in this place, i feel so sticky"

A "thumbs up" emerged from my hammock.

Soon after, I heard the gentle sound of a running shower filling the room.

I grabbed the booklet from the night stand nearby, almost falling out of the hammock in the process. As I was flipping through it, my eyes widened.

The very first thing the booklet emphasized was that there are certain rules to be followed.

Rule #1: Everyone on this island is entitled by law to receive sexual acts from the other guests or staff. No exceptions, everyone is free for all.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. WHAT?" I thought.

"Sexual acts, free for all?"

I whipped out my phone and tried to google the resort to see if this was some kind of sick joke. That's when I realized there is no service on this island.

Actually, rule #2 went even further:

Rule #2: No phones are allowed on the perimeter of the resort. No cameras, voice recorders or any other device capable of recording media are allowed.

"This cannot be real. There is no way!"

Horrified, I kept reading.

Rule #3: Outside of the personal residence, everyone is required to wear a color coded bathing suit, bikini or swimming trunks. The colors are as follows:

Green: Giving and receiving petting.

This includes handjobs, fingering, nipple play and ass play

Blue: Giving and receiving oral sex and petting

Pink: Giving and receiving vaginal and/or anal penetration, oral sex and petting

My face turned red as fear washed over me. Nevertheless, I kept on reading.

Rule #4: Mafyli island is for couples only.

"This is it, mom is gonna kill me"

Rule #5: Fail to comply with any of the rules and the island council will decide on your punishment. Depending on the severity of the violations, you might face jail time for up to 3 years.

I felt like I was about to faint.

"I don't even want to know what jail on this weird ass island is like.'' I thought.

"Can they just make their own rules? I have never even heard of this island and now it's a mini state with its own laws? This is just crazy that they would...MY SWIMMING TRUNKS!"

I shot out of my hammock and rushed to my bags. After frantically rummaging through my clothes I pulled out 5 pairs of blue swimming trunks.

"Okay Nathan. Calm down, breathe. In...out. In...out. That's it." I mumbled to myself, trying to calm down.

"There has to be a solution to this mess"

But I wasn't able to finish that thought, because I noticed my mom standing behind me, her body wrapped in a towel.

She looked at me kneeling on the floor, my clothes spread all over the room. I must have had a horrified look on my face because she immediately knew something was up.

"Nathan, what is going on?" she asked with a stern voice.

Unable to explain myself, I just looked at the booklet I dropped earlier. Of course she noticed that too. I could never hide something from mom, she's too good.

She picked it up and began reading.

"Mom, wait, I can explain. You see, I didn't know that..."

The poor pamphlet was dropped on the ground for the second time that day.

"I need to sit down." she said with a blank stare. She went over to the only bed in our bungalow and did as she said. I didn't dare to say a word.

"Nathan" her voice was so cold it could have frozen over an active volcano.

"Please tell me this is a sick, perverted joke."

I looked at her and in that moment, she realized I wasn't pranking her.

"Why?" she asked. "Why did you do this? What have I done to you? You know how much I was looking forward to a relaxing vacation!"

Tears were beginning to fill my eyes.

"I didn't know mom! I'm so sorry, I didn't know!"

"Shut up." she said.

"Wh...what? Why?" I asked, she had never spoken to me that way before.

"I SAID SHUT UP!" she yelled and so I did.

"I need to think. There is no way I'm staying on this island. The boat, when does the boat return? Maybe we can stay in here until it returns and get out of here.

I will call the receptionist and ask her to send a ferry so we can leave!"

She grabbed the phone and called the reception.

"Yes hi, it's Elizabeth and Nathan, we just checked in. I just wanted to ask when the next ferry will arrive here" she said with the friendliest tone she could muster, given the circumstances.

"No, no, everything is perfect here. Me and my so... BOYFRIEND love it here. It's just that I forgot about an important appointment next week I cannot afford to miss." Something about her calling me her boyfriend sent shivers down my spine. In a good way.

"But ma'am isn't there anything you can do, I really need to..."

Seemed like she got cut off.

"I understand. No it's alright, thank you, bye"

The phone beeped, letting me know she hung up.

I looked up at her. "And?"

Without saying a word, she went over to the minibar, found a bottle of gin and poured herself a drink.

"Mom, I'm not sure if beverages are included in the price."

She didn't care. In fact, she drank the whole glass in one go.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, she said: "Three weeks. The next ferry arrives in three weeks. They don't need a lot of contact with the outside world. Apparently, they even have doctors on here in case someone needs medical attention." she answered in resignation.

Suddenly, i remembered rule #3.

"Mom...what color do the swimsuits you packed have?"

"Can you please focus on the problem? Why does that matter right now?" she asked, annoyed.

I handed her the pamphlet.

"Read rule #3, in its entirety."

The booklet sailed to the floor for the third time.

"Pink. They are all pink" she answered and poured herself another drink.

The plan

I was pacing up and down our admittedly beautifully designed room.

"Alright there HAS to be a way out of this. What are our options?"

"Well" mom said, now on her third glass "We can't stay in here forever. We have to go out at some point and then you will witness me getting railed by strangers." She paused for a second, then suddenly started sobbing.

"I'm such a terrible mother"

"No, no you are a great mom!" I tried to console her but it was no use.

"Oh really? Would a great mother just go on a vacation without even checking the place once?"

"But it's all my fault mom, I picked this place and didn't check properly!"

"Yes, maybe so. And you still are in big trouble for that young man. But at the end of the day, I'm supposed to take care of you and I blew it."

She put her glass down.

"I miss him. I can't do this alone"

I went over and hugged her tightly.

"Yes you can. We are in this together. I'm not a child anymore, I can pull my own weight. We will get through this, as a team. It's just sex, nothing i haven't seen before. Who knows, maybe no one will even ask us to do anything and it will just be a normal vacation."

I knew that was highly unlikely. Maybe I would be ignored but surely not my drop dead gorgeous mother.

Even less so if all she has are pink bikinis. The bikinis! That's a good starting point!

I pulled away and picked the booklet up. I went through the pages until...bingo!

"Look mom, they have a clothing shop on this island. We could at least do some damage control and get you and me a few pairs of green swimwear!" I said, almost excited.

Mom looked up, still sniffing.

"Yes but look, it's on the other end of the resort. How are we supposed to get there safely?"

"WE will not go anywhere, let me take care of it alone. It's way less likely for me to be...compromised than you" I proposed.

"There is no way I am letting my son go out there alone with all of these...these perverts! No, I failed as a mother and the least I could do is try and protect you now. I'm coming with you."

I knew there was no point in trying to convince my mother otherwise, so I agreed.

"Let's take a nap first though so you can get the alcohol out of your system. We need to be on our toes" I proposed.

"Are you ready for this?" mom asked me in her tight, pink bikini. When did she buy that thing anyways, it looks like it could fit her as a teenager but certainly not as a grown woman. Her chest is almost spilling out of her comically tiny top. How do you even have such a slim waist with boobs that big? Her back must hurt a lot.

"Nathan?" she looked at me concerned.

"Y...YES! I was just... mentally preparing for this" I lied

"Nathan, listen. You are gonna see things you aren't supposed to see. And you will probably experience things you are way too young to experience"

"Yeah right" I thought about the 20 Gigabytes of porn on my computer.

"Nathan I...I'm so sorry you have to go through this. This is all my fault. I just want you to know that... no matter what happens, you are still my little boy. I won't see you any differently after this is over"

I nodded, not exactly sure what she was getting at.

"Let's go" I proclaimed heroically and swung open the door of our bungalow.

We stepped into the bright sunlight and had a look around. It looked like a normal, beautiful resort. If I didn't know any better I would have mistaken it for a regular island paradise.

We made our way past one of the open bars with guests just enjoying themselves to laid back reggae music. It was so peaceful. We kept on walking past the scenic fountain, a souvenir shop, and a hot tub. After what seemed like hours, the clothing store finally came into view.

"Okay, we are almost there. We just have to go in there, grab some green stuff and go" my mother sighed. As we walked into the store, a couple walked past us. I noticed the buff man checking out my mom, can't blame him.

We were greeted by a little jingle indicating a customer had entered the establishment.

"Alright, look for green swimwear that looks like it fits you and lets get out of here" mom rushed.

I picked out some green swimming trunks and locked eyes with mom. She moved her head in the direction of the checkout desk and just like that, we were out.

"We made it, Nathan!" I could hear the relief in her voice.

"Alright, now let's just book it to the bungalow and..." she was interrupted by a deep voice.

"Hey you two, you make a cute couple"