“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.
