Baron LeSade

Erotica

Peering out the porthole, Preston spied a tiny, purplish orb floating in the dark sky ahead of the silver prow of the ship. The little purple globe was slowly growing larger as the ship silently sped through the darkness surrounding it. It must be Erotica, Preston told himself as he watched the small, purple ball slowly revolving. Erotica was the first planet they were supposed to encounter on their way to Thrillica. They were supposed to overnight on Erotica and then continue on to Thrillica the next day. Once on Thrillica, they were going to spend three days there in the universe’s biggest adult theme park. The trip was his gift from his father for his eighteenth birthday which had passed a couple of weeks ago. He was with his step-mother, Gwen. His father, Clarence was going to join them on Thrillica day after tomorrow after he finished up a business deal he was working on.

While the big ship drew closer and closer to the planet, Preston heard a quiet murmur spread out from the passengers as he felt the first tug of gravity clutch at his body. Although the pull was gentle at first, it grew stronger and began to settle him back down against his seat. During the trip, the seat belt had been the only thing holding him in his seat and now he could see the other passengers slowly settling back down into their seats.

“I think I see Erotica,” Preston said, turning in his seat and looking over at his step-mother, Gwen.

“I can feel it,” she laughed, brushing her hand across her massive bosom as it gradually settled, sagging back down against her chest. “They’re getting heavy again…”

“I’ll bet…” he grinned, glancing down at the swell of her mountainous breasts.

“Felt kind of nice, didn’t it girls…” she snickered, cupping her breasts through her blouse, moving them round and trying to properly resettle them back down in the giant brassiere that restrained them. As she did, Preston blushed and quickly looked away.

“Jeez, Mom,” he complained while the blush reddening his cheeks grew brighter and brighter as he looked back out through the porthole once again.

“Can’t help it, just trying to get them back where they belong,” she snickered.

The size and volume of his step-mother’s breasts never ceased to amaze Preston. Their voluminous size turned heads every time she walked into a room. Although he had never seen them in their entire naked splendor, it wasn’t because he hadn’t tried. And the way his mother treated them was scandalous. And sometimes it was downright embarrassing. She was forever cupping them, repositioning them, asking them if that felt better. It was like they were her kids, the way she was always poking, prodding and fooling with them, Preston thought as the ship drew nearer to the planet and the pull of gravity became stronger and stronger.

Wonder how much they weigh, he wondered, glancing back over at them as they drooped lower and lower on his step-mother’s chest? Ten, fifteen pounds apiece, at least, I bet. The way she was always fooling around with them, she probably wouldn’t even notice if he reached over and lifted one up to see for himself, he sickly thought.

Looking back out the porthole, Preston let his mind wander over the trip. His father, Clarence had married Gwen about ten years ago a couple of years after his real mother had died in the car accident. His father owned his own construction firm and had amassed quite a tidy sum of money allowing Gwen to be a stay home house wife and gave the plenty of opportunity to travel to all sorts of exotic destinations, when he had the time. Some of the time though, it was just Preston and his mom. They had the time and the finances to do just about anything they wanted. So they did. Hence the trip to Thrillica.

Glancing back over at his step-mother, he saw that she was still poking and prodding at her mammoth tits as they drooped lower and lower on her chest.

Preston had always thought that his relationship with his step-mother was an odd one. Since Clarence was busy all the time, they spent a lot of time together and had really grown close over the years. So close, she almost seemed more like his big sister than his mom.

His step-mother was an odd bird and hard to figure out sometimes, but he knew that she was overly proud of her amazing body. For that reason, Preston assumed that she would never have consented to anything that would disfigure it. Even something as temporary as a pregnancy! So consequently, he was an only child and it certainly looked like it was going to remain that way.

His step-mother was a very young, very attractive thirty-six-year old. Clarence had spoiled his new wife and in some ways, his step-mother seemed almost as spoiled, childish and immature as he was himself. Sometimes it almost felt like she was his older sister or just an acquaintance instead of his step-mother. She, too, had come from a wealthy family and had gotten her way all the time. And when she married Clarence, he treated her like the spoiled brat she was, giving her everything she wanted and giving in to her every wish.

Looking back over at her, Preston studied her as she sat flipping through one of the complimentary magazines furnished by the space line. Her long, auburn hair hung down over her shoulders, framing her sultry face, setting off the green of her big, sexy eyes. Her lips, full and pouty, were painted with soft pink lip gloss making them glisten wetly in the bright glare of the reading lamp. As he slowly ran his eyes down over her blouse and the mountainous thrust of her breasts, he saw that the upper portion of her hour-glass figure was grossly out of proportion with the rest of her body. Her tiny, almost wasp-like waist just accentuated her breasts and made them seem even larger than they already were, if that were possible. When he was finally able to tear his eyes away from her enormous rack, he swept them down her legs. Long, statuesque creations that arched and curved down out from under her short skirt, tapering down to her tiny feet that were encased in a pair of five-hundred dollar, four inch high, jewel-encrusted high heeled pumps.

What a body, Preston sickly thought. If she wasn’t my mother, I’d be hitting on her, that’s for sure. Then his eyes paused down at the V of her flat belly as it hid under her short skirt. What would “IT” look like, he giddily wondered? Was it shaved… or au natural? Shaved, he guessed, as she ran around in a bikini most of the time to show off her wondrous tits and gorgeous body.

Preston was not immune to his mother’s good looks and had always had a difficult time thinking of her as his mother. On more than a few occasions, he had wondered what she would be like in bed. Would she just lay there and take it, or would she turn into a wild cat, he loathsomely wondered? Most of the time, he just looked on her as another woman. But not just any other woman, though. She was a beautiful, hot, sexy woman that he would love to…

There was a faint fragrance of jasmine hanging in Erotica’s muggy air as they strolled down the gangplank. And the humid air had a wispy, pinkish-purple cast to it.

Erotica! The name of the planet certainly fit the place, he woozily thought. Bizarrely, the pinkish cast gave everything a soft, sensual appearance. Even down to the statues that were enough to make a grown man blush. It seemed evident why the planet was called Erotica as he ran his eyes over the statues of men and women in various stages of undress that circled the courtyard in front of them. This was no place to take your mother, that was for sure, he embarrassingly thought, studying one of the many statues.

“My, my…” Gwen murmured, running her eyes over one of the statues of a man chasing a young maiden. The couple in the sculpture were both naked. And the extremely well endowed man was in a heightened state of arousal which was plainly obvious as his endowment jutted out in front of him stiff and fully erect.

Just then the group was greeted by an older, rotund gentleman with a striking black handlebar mustache. Greeting each guest, he slowly worked his way down to where Preston and his step-mother stood waiting.

“Buenas Tardes, Senor, Senora Adkins,” Preston heard the man say as the man stepped up in front of his mother and appreciably ran his eyes down over her voluptuous figure. “I am Eduardo, and it is my honor and privilege to welcome you to Erotica…”

Then, with a flourish and a bow, he held out the room card to Gwen.

“Here is your key. Room six-sixty-nine. If there is anything… anything at all, I can do for you… don’t hesitate to call on me,” he told her, leeringly running his eyes back down her body once again as he twisted the tips of his looped mustache. “And may the gods of Erotica be kind to you and grant you your every wish.”

Then as he stood back up, he looked over at Preston and gave him an obvious, suggestive wink.

“Uh, my, my son, my step-son and I are just here to spend the night,” Preston heard his mother stammer as he saw her rouged cheeks blush even darker. “We’re going to, to Thrillica…”

“Yes… I know… I know,” Eduardo smiled knowingly and slowly walked down to the next couple waiting in line.

Grabbing up their overnight bags, Preston and Gwen made their way across the courtyard toward the group of cabanas under the softly swaying palm trees. As they did, Preston saw another sculpture sitting in the very center of the courtyard. It was embarrassingly clear what the sculptor had in his mind when he made it. Preston felt a warm flush spread over his face as he stopped to look at it. His eyes quickly traveled up from the slit at the bottom of the sculpture, across the spread lips and on up to the big ball jutting up out of a large marble sheath.

“Oh, my…” Gwen gasped, staring at the sculpture. “They’re certainly graphic with their sculptures, aren’t they?”

“Uh, uh, yeah,” Preston choked out, tearing his eyes away from the sculpted vagina.

Looking over at his mother, he saw that her cheeks had blossomed into an even ruddier red.

“Uh, come on, Mom, let’s go…” David muttered, grabbing her hand and tugging her away from the obscene sculpture.

They stumbled across to their cottage and Gwen quickly swiped their room card through the lock. As she did, the little green light came on and she twisted the knob. Giving the door a shove, she stepped inside and Preston followed her into the stuffy cabana.

“Why don’t you turn the temperature down a little,” Gwen told him, dropping her overnighter on the floor as she headed straight for the bottle of champagne that sat in the ice bucket on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

Dropping his bag on the floor, Preston strolled over to the thermostat. Looking at it, he saw that the temperature was a warm and toasty eighty degree. He also saw that there were two dials on the thermostat instead of the traditional one. One dial was labeled AC and the other was labeled AD.

“This thing has two dials on it, Mom,” Preston, said, turning the dial under the AC label with numbers on it, thinking that it was obviously the temperature control of the air conditioner. As he did, they were greeted with a quiet, thrumming hum as the AC kicked on.

“Well, one of them is obviously the air conditioner,” she laughed and Preston heard a loud pop as she uncorked the champagne.

“Wonder what the other one is,” he muttered, seeing that the little silver band of silver encircling the knob had the words “Off, Low, Medium, and High” inscribed on it.

“It doesn’t have a warning label on it, does it?” his mother asked, tipping up the bottle of champagne and filling the two flutes that were sitting beside the ice bucket.

“No,” he grunted.

“Well try it,” she said, strolling across the room toward him with the two champagne glasses in her hands. “It can’t be anything harmful or they surely wouldn’t put it out in plain sight like that…”

“What the hell, nothing to lose, I suppose,” he laughed, reaching out and twisting the knob from Off to Low.

Taking the glass of champagne from his mother, Preston took a sip and waited, expecting to hear or feel something. But nothing happened.

“Nothing’s happening. Do you feel anything?” he asked her, looking around the room.

“Nope,” she laughed, stepping out of her high heels and kicking them over by her overnighter. “Nothing. Maybe you need to turn it up higher…”

“You told me to…” he grinned, twisting the knob up to the Medium mark.

“Still nothing…” he snickered. “Let’s go all the way.”

“Why not, nothing has happened so far,” she giggled, tripping back across the room to the champagne.

Well, maybe it will, Preston told himself, watching his mother’s cute, little ass twitching from side to side as she strutted across the room. I’m feeling hornier-even hornier than usual.

When his mother reached the island, Preston turned back to the thermostat and twisted the knob up to the High mark.

“I’m going to change into something a little more comfortable,” he heard his mother say as she grabbed up her overnighter and headed off to her room.

Once again, Preston watched the seductive sway of her ass as she swished out of the room.

Damn, I’m definitely feeling something, he muttered to himself as he reached down to reposition his rapidly hardening cock. I’m hornier than a three-dicked billy goat, he complained to himself walking over to the island and refilling his glass. Glass in hand, he strolled over to the window looking out onto the courtyard. Studying the statues, he saw that a strange, purplish dusk was slowly settling down on the planet. Looking down at his watch, he saw that it was only four o’clock.

Then, his mother came walking back out of her room with a brightly colored sarong clutched in front of her.

“Complimentary sarong,” she giggled, holding the sarong up in front of her. “Think it will fit?”

Although she was holding the sarong up in front of her, Preston could see that she was no longer wearing her blouse and could conceivably be naked behind the sarong as he gawked at her with lustful yearning.

“Don’t know… it might be a little tight around the top with your big hooters…” he snickered.

What had gotten into him, he deliriously wondered? He had never said anything like that to his step-mother before.

“Oh, you think so,” she tipsily giggled.

Then, as he helplessly watched on, his step-mother spread the sarong out and like a bullfighter, twirled it around behind her back.

Preston’s eyes bugged out as he gawked at her naked body! There they were in all their naked splendor and majesty, he muttered to himself. Her tits! Her gorgeous, naked, jiggling tits. He couldn’t take his eyes off them!

“God, all mighty…” Preston gasped, ogling her dangling, bobbling breasts as she lazily pulled the edges of the sarong together and leisurely tied a big knot in it.

“What?” she laughed, pulling the edges of her sarong together and giving him a mischievous, flirty smile.

“They’re fucking gorgeous…” he groaned, finally able to lift his eyes back up to her smiling face.

“So, you like them…” she flirtaceously asked.

“Yeah, yeah, but I gotta get some fresh air,” he groaned. Afraid of what he might do if he didn’t leave, he staggered over to the front door and stepped out into the purpling dusk. Slamming the door shut behind him, he took in a deep breath of the jasmine-scented air.

As he did, he felt a strange calming effect wash over him. The fiery, raging feeling of lust that had possessed him inside was tempered with each deep, cleansing breath he took.

“Is something wrong, Senor?” he heard Eduardo ask as the little man stepped up to where Preston stood gasping for breath.

“Uh, uh, I don’t know…” Preston mumbled. “Everything was all mixed up. My mother… she, she was acting funny, and, and I… I don’t know… everything was just all jumbled up…”

“Did you perhaps turn the Aphrodisia dispenser on?” Eduardo asked, smiling and twisting the tip of one of the handlebars of his black mustache.

“Aphrodisia dispenser?” Preston muttered, remembering that one of the dials on the thermostat had been labeled AD.

“Yes. The thermostats in the rooms control the air conditioner and the Aphrodisia dispenser. Aphrodisia is a gaseous aphrodisiac that is dispensed into the room through the air conditioning ducts. It helps our guests get, uh, shall we say, in the mood, and it gives a man remarkable staying power, if you know what I mean. So if you wish things to return to normal in your room, simply turn the dispenser off,” Eduardo said with a mischievous smile as he gave Preston a big, conspiratorial wink and turned to walk away. “Or not…”

His mind whirling with the possibilities, Preston watched little, rotund man casually strolling across the courtyard toward the reception lobby.

Turn it off, he smiled to himself? And pass up the opportunity of a life time? I think not! Smiling, he turned back to the door, reached down and slowly turned the knob.

“Oh, you’re back… where did you go?” Gwen asked him as he stepped back into the room.

“Just out to get a breath of fresh air,” he grinned, running his eyes down to the swell of her giant tits as they jutted out against the material of her sarong.

“Do you like my sarong?” she asked him with a mischievous smile on her pretty lips as she slowly pirouetted around in a circle.

“Just like I said, it’s a little tight around the top, isn’t it?” he laughed.

“I thought that was the way you liked it…” she purred, slowly reaching down and giving her sarong a little flip. As she did, the opening running down the front of the sarong flared open giving Preston a glimpse underneath it.

A searing jolt of electric excitement ripped through his hardening cock when he saw nothing but bare skin under the sarong. When she had first exposed herself to him, he had been so engrossed in her wondrous tits, he hadn’t even noticed if she had panties on or not. Now it was plainly evident that she didn’t and he had been right about her pussy. In the brief instant she had flashed him, he saw that her pussy was indeed smooth and hairless as a billiard ball.

“There’s a loincloth on your bed,” she murmured, stepping over to the couch and reaching down for the remote lying on the coffee table. “Why don’t you put it on and we can be twins…”

“Uh, yeah, okay, uh, sure,” he stammered, grabbing up his overnighter and stumbling toward his room while his mother flicked the TV on.

Dropping his overnighter on the floor by his bed, he quickly unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor.

“My-oh-my-“ Preston heard his mother exclaim from the living room as he raced to undress and get back out with her.

“What’s wrong?” he hollered, toeing his socks off and reaching for the brightly colored loin cloth lying on his bed.

“Uh, you’ll see… you’ll see when you come back,” he heard his mother answer him as he wrapped the loin cloth around his hips and quickly tied a knot in it.

Looking down, he saw that there was no way he could hide the rock-hard erection that was tenting the loin cloth. But the way he felt at the moment, he didn’t really care. He was prepared to let nature take its course. If she saw that he had a hard on, so be it. Maybe it might even give her an idea…

Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and brazenly walked back out into the living room.

His step-mother was still sitting on the couch staring at the TV as Preston looked over to see what she was watching. Preston did a double take when he saw what she was watching. There on the screen, plain as day, was a boy about his age up between an older woman’s legs, fucking the hell out of her with his big cock.

Quietly padding across the room in his bare feet, Preston stepped up beside his mother who was totally engrossed in watching the copulating couple on the screen.

“Oh, you’re back,” Gwen murmured, turning toward him, her eyes immediately sweeping down to his tented loincloth. “You look nice…”

“Uh, what are you watching…” he mumbled, staring at the television.