I then hear mom’s voice saying,
“Nice, isn’t it?”
“Understatement of the century,” I reply, never taking my eyes off the scenery,
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Well, from the looks of the results last night, it would seem that I’m not the only one enjoying myself.”
Silence. “So you plan on covering up forever?”
“No…I just…Need time to…get used to it. I wouldn’t want the image of your mother naked edged in your mind while you’re trying to have your fun.”
“Thank you…I guess.”
Yeah, you didn’t really do me any favors by saying that, mommy. So what if we’re in a nudist resort? Again, wanting to cheer her up, I say,
“Umm…Ok…Not that bad. It’s probably wrong of me to have those as reasons, but the more I observe, the less I’m starting to care. Yeah, Opal. Please don’t be mad. I…I like it…D-daddy.”
And like that, we’re back in business. Damn. I want to fuck my mom. “Chris, listen to me, ok? She’s trying her best to cover up by folding her arms and squeezing her legs shut as tight as she can.
