CHAPTER 102

In the common room of the Sanchez suite, Sandy and Maria made it into the hot tub without incident. Both of them wore their red robes there, and were careful to keep them pulled as closed in front as possible. Maria even kept a hand over her bare ass, although that didn't hide all of her fabulous backside.

Sandy discovered the control panel was within easy reach of the hot tub, so she could adjust the controls while soaking in the tub. She followed Emily's advice and turned on the "Outside Heating" and "Jet Extra" settings, as well as adjusting the regular "Jet" setting to medium. She also was careful to set the temperature just below 100 degrees, so the water wouldn't be too hot for Ramon's erection if and when he hopefully joined them later. She also saw the dimmer switches for the lights inside the tub. She kept those on dim for now.

Maria waited until Sandy had the water bubbling and churning before daring to remove her robe, and her high heels too. Even then, she was so self-conscious about her nudity that she made sure Sandy had her back turned when she slipped the robe off and sank neck-deep in the water.

Once Maria was all the way in, she looked down at herself. The water wasn't completely dark, due to numerous internal lights down by her feet and also behind her ass. However, those lights were on dim, and between that and the constantly churning water, she felt she was hidden just enough not to get upset about it. Certainly, it was much better than trying to cover herself with the ineffectual robe or the bed sheet.

Sandy felt disappointed when she had to take her high heels off. She now saw them as the physical embodiment of her status as one of her son's personal cocksucking sluts. They had quickly become her most prized possession, even though they were merely black. Without them, she felt incomplete. Obviously, there was no way she could wear them in the tub, but she decided to keep her white collar ribbon on around her neck. She figured it probably wouldn't get wet, and it wouldn't be a problem if it did. Wearing that at least gave her some consolation.

She noticed that Maria kept her collar on too, but she was pretty sure Maria didn't yet understand the symbolic significance of it. She was eager for the day when she and Maria could be very close friends living on Napali with Maria fully understanding the meaning of being collared, and glorying in the pleasure of sexually serving her son. She had hopeful visions of the two of them sucking their masters off, side by side, possibly on a regular basis.

The hot tub, like the indoor pool next to it, was on a lower level a few feet below the rest of the common room, with a short staircase down. The result was that once you were in the tub, most of the common room could no longer be seen. Instead, the tub was designed to direct one's attention through the windows to the outside. The windows were oddly shaped (to make them harder to notice from outside), but they were large, and went all the way down to the floor.

As a result, Sandy sat in the tub on the side that allowed her to look forward to the outside, so she could enjoy seeing the starry sky at night. That also put her within easy reach of the control panel, right behind her.

Maria sat about an arm's length away from Sandy, but still on the same side, so she also had a good look out the windows.

Both of them were careful to stay buried in the water all the way up to their necks. Sandy's attitude about nudity had drastically changed during the course of the day, and she didn't care much if she exposed herself to another woman like Maria, but she wanted to stay covered because of Maria's current prudish and wary mood.

Sandy didn't want to be seen as pushy in trying to get Maria to change her mind, so she waited for her to speak first.

About a minute after the two of them had settled in the water, Maria reluctantly spoke to break the awkward silence. "Well, this is nice."

Sandy smiled and said, "Yes. Yes, it is." She thought it did feel great, especially after such a long and emotionally stressful day. Even after just having had a great massage, it felt relaxing.

Maria said, "Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, although... the number and location of the jets is... odd."

Sandy had already been tipped off by Emily about the weird effect of the "Jet Extra" button, and now she knew what she meant. There was a bench going all the way around the inside of the hot tub, so one could sit anywhere in it. But the bench was slightly beveled, causing one's ass to naturally slide to certain spots. And each of those spots were positioned so that if a woman sat there, a constant jet of water would shoot right between her legs, stimulating her pussy.

There was no comfortable spot to sit to avoid the effect, not even if one slumped down (as Sandy and Maria were doing), because the jet didn't just hit one small spot, but covered a long line right down the middle of the seat.

"Yes," Sandy blandly said. "It must be a special design. Like everything else associated with SI, it seems they spare no expense."

Sandy had noticed that the "Jet Extra" control button had low, medium, and high settings, just like the regular "Jet" control button did. She kept it on "low" for now. The effect was mildly tingly, but not overwhelmingly sexual. She planned to bide her time before she upped the setting, waiting until Maria was in the right mood to handle it.

Maria sighed sadly at Sandy's comment. "Yes, SI spares no expense. That's the problem."

"What do you mean?"

Maria explained, "I wouldn't even be here now except for their unusual generosity. Their job offer was so good, it was literally an offer I couldn't refuse. But now that I've seen all the women linked to SI, especially the crowd at the cocktail party, I know I was hired under false pretenses. They didn't hire me for any secretarial skill I had. How blind I was, to think that! Anyone who could type could do that job well enough. No, they hired me entirely for my looks! For my body! Probably especially for my breast size! Good Lord!"

Her eyes went wide as she thought back to the cocktail party. "Did you see the women at that party? I only got to pass through it quickly, but I saw enough. Each one was more slim and fit and gorgeous than the next, but every single one had breasts that go out to here!" She was carefully staying neck-deep in the water, but she raised a hand up to hold it about a foot in front of her chest.

Of course, that foot-long distance was a wild exaggeration, but still, she had a good point.

Then she remembered Sandy had breasts even larger than her own. "And you! You're practically the most extreme case of all! Don't tell me they hired you for your typing skills. I have no idea how you're able to walk without toppling forward."

Sandy frowned. "That's not very nice."

"Sorry," Maria said dejectedly. "I'm not upset at you. And I shouldn't talk, since people say that sort of thing to me all the time. I don't mean to take it out on you, because I'm just really pissed at SI. They obviously hired a bunch of women with hourglass figures who practically look like, well, human sex dolls. And I can say that, because I'm a case in point. I can't help that I have this body, even though I've tried to hide it nearly my entire life. I don't know what kind of sexual depravity they have planned for us, but it sure as hell doesn't involve typing!"

Sandy said, "Actually, I disagree. I'm guessing I know a lot more about Napali life than you do, because I've talked to some women who lived there, like the flight attendant Vicky, and our minder Lisa. I trust them, especially Lisa. We will have to show up to work and earn our pay, with real jobs. Everyone does. But you're also right that we were hired mostly for our exceptional looks. The whole place is designed to be a sexual paradise."

Maria scoffed, "''Paradise?!' More like a hell! I've done some things that... that..." She stopped herself, and just stared out into the starry sky through the windows. She had a haunted look in her eyes.

Sandy softly said, "I know what you've done."

"You do?!" Maria was startled at first. But then she realized, "Of course you do. Everyone must know. I'm so ashamed!" She raised her hands out of the water and buried her face in them.

Sandy said, "Don't feel bad! It's not just you. It's me too. I've sucked my son's dick several times today. Jasmine Brown has done the same with her son. So have a lot of other mothers with their sons, as part of this program. It's totally common in Napali, apparently."

Maria was incredulous. She took her hands from her face. "How can you say all that?! How can you straight up admit to my face something so very shameful?! What the hell are we getting into, anyway?! If I go on to Napali, that is, which I certainly am not going to do!"

Sandy decided to take a gamble. She knew she wasn't supposed to reveal yet how Napali was specifically set up to facilitate incestuous sex most of all. But she sensed that Maria would feel safety in numbers, when it came to mothers sucking their son's cocks, so telling her more might actually help instead of hurt. Plus, the evidence was all around that something extremely sexual was going on in Napali, especially now that Maria had seen what the other women at the cocktail party and Wanda's store looked like.

So she came up with a modified version of the truth. "Here's what I think is happening. Napali is designed to be some kind of a sexual paradise for the select few chosen to go there. All the women look like, well, you know what we look like. And the men? All of them seem to be incredibly well-hung. My son has an eight-inch long penis, which may not seem that remarkable, but it's extremely, extremely thick. I can barely fit it in my mouth. And when I do, it stretches my lips and jaw so much that I have to shed tears pretty much continuously as I bob on it."

Maria complained, 'How can you talk like that? It's so obscene!"

Sandy patiently said, "Bear with me, please. So I think the key to it all is free love. You know of the founder of SI, Jake Samson, I'm sure. I think he wanted to set up what he believed was his ideal society where there were no sexual taboos at all. Except for pedophilia, of course, I've been reassured that's off limits. My son Darrin is right at the age limit there. Aside from that, anything goes. Including incest."

"But that's just so wrong!" Maria wailed.

"I know. I know. I felt exactly the same as you did, up until a few hours ago, that is. I'm just telling you exactly how I feel, so you'll know where I'm coming from. I don't want to play games with you. As I said, I'm in the same boat as you, or, more accurately, the same airplane. We're on the threshold of something really big here, right on the edge, something that will totally change the lives of me and my children and you and your children. This is the moment you can go one way or another. I feel for you and your conflict, because I feel conflicted too. That's why I want to help you make the best informed decision you can."

In fact, Sandy didn't actually feel conflicted, at least not anymore. She was bursting at the seams to go to Napali and start living her new sexual life there. But she did have a few concerns, such as how friends and extended family might react if they knew the full truth, so she didn't feel that she was fully lying.

Maria asked, "And you've already made up your mind? To go to that, that... place? That incestuous hellhole?!"

"Yes, I have. And yes, I know, it seems like a pretty insane thing to do, even though I don't think it's a 'hellhole.' But it's complicated. Maybe I should take a step back and tell you more about myself and how I came to be here, standing on the threshold of, of... well, who knows what! It is really weird, and I'm scared, but excited too. I'm hopeful."

Maria scoffed.

"Then, after I tell you about me, you can tell me about yourself. Hopefully, we can become friends and try to understand each other, even if it only turns out to be for the evening, if you do leave tomorrow."

Maria surprised herself by smiling, if only for a few seconds. "I'd like that. It's strange, because I see you as one of 'them' now, but you still seem to be a nice, normal person."

"I AM a nice, normal person!" Sandy chuckled. "You'll see. I'm just a typical suburban 'soccer mom' who somehow has wound up willingly giving blowjobs to her son. There's nothing unusual about me in general, except for my looks and breast size, I guess."

Maria had to chuckle. "Yes, except your looks are extraordinary, and you must know that. And your breast size especially is definitely not normal! It's about as far from normal as it can get! Sorry, again, I'm the pot calling the kettle black."

Sandy smiled widely. "That's okay. I don't mind at all this time, since you said it in a friendly way. Besides, it's true." She rose up out of the water enough to show off her remarkable boobs, but not quite enough to expose her nipples. She stayed in that position, since Maria didn't seem to mind and it was more comfortable than staying slouched way down in the water.

She proceeded to give Maria a short account of her life. She described how she'd met her husband Dennis and got pregnant with Jane at the very young age of fifteen, something she knew Maria would have to relate to, given her youthful appearance and the age of her children. She briefly described her unremarkable life until Dennis died, and how she'd avoided any kind of sex or romance since then.

She decided to explain how she'd slowly developed a sexual desire for Darrin over the past year. But she left out any mention of Olivia and her video tapes, even though that was the most important element, by far. This was because Lisa and Emily had warned her that Maria had an SI confidante who pushed Maria towards incest the exact same way that Olivia did for her. But Maria still didn't know that woman worked for SI, and it would be bad if she found out now. Sandy suspected that if she talked about Olivia, Maria would see the parallel in her own life and figure too much out.

(Lisa and Emily had briefed Sandy on Maria as best they could, but they rarely had the time to go into specific details about the history of Maria and her family. Instead, they'd concentrated on giving her a general psychological profile of the Latina mother, including her hopes and fears.)

So instead, Sandy described everything else, including how she discovered Darrin had an enormous, unusually thick penis, as well as his uncommon regenerative and endurance capabilities, based on the number of times he masturbated each day and how long each session lasted. She shared her accurate guess that he was masturbating an average of about five or six times a day.

Maria mostly just listened. She also slowly rose up until she was sitting just like Sandy, with her nipples only a few inches under the surface of the water. It was too much of a hassle to stay slouched down, and she was feeling more comfortable with Sandy.

She tried to be patient and just listen. But she couldn't help but make some comments from time to time.

At one point, she said, "That sounds EXACTLY like my Ramon! For the last year especially, it seemed like he spent all of his free time masturbating. He had no girlfriend at all, despite the fact he's a very handsome and desirable boy, and that's even if you don't know about his exceptional penis size. I don't know about six times a day, but sometimes four or five times a day, he'd be locked in his room, thump, thump, thumping away. It drove me crazy!"

Sandy nodded. "I'm sure that's no coincidence. Look at how similar our boys are in that way. SI is very careful and deliberate. They don't just pick boys with exceptionally large penises; they choose the ones with exceptionally active libidos too."

She went on to describe how she'd found herself daydreaming or dreaming about Darrin in an erotic manner more and more, and how she'd resorted to spying on him masturbating sometimes. She even confessed how she sought out the towels or socks he ejaculated into, and would shamefully smell his cum.

But she emphasized that she had remained determined not to act on her incestuous desires, to the point that she wouldn't allow herself to flirt with her son whatsoever, or even hug him as much as shed used to.

The more Sandy talked, the more interested Maria got, and the more her glum hostility faded away. Sandy could guess why: the situation she described was almost exactly what Maria had gone through over the past year. That was an easy guess for her to make, because she figured SI had a successful formula, and they implemented it over and over again.

Sandy was more spot on that she even realized. For instance, Maria would never admit it to her or anyone else, but she had repeatedly found the towels Ramon ejaculated into, and got a great thrill out of smelling and even licking his still wet cum loads. This made Maria feel like she'd discovered a kindred spirit.

After about ten minutes of dominating the conversation, Sandy concluded, "So that leads me to today. I was fully prepared to suppress my sexual feelings for my son forever. I'm sure I would have done just that, because it's one thing to fantasize; and it's quite another to take action. The gap between the two things is as big as the distance from here to Mars, as far as I'm concerned. I wasn't even that tempted to cross that line, to be honest. I'd have been content to live in fantasy only. There had been no close calls where I almost gave in. That was helped because he was such a gentleman, never flirting with me or trying to tempt me. I'm sure things would have continued like they were until he went off to college or the working world, and the situation would have finally resolved itself."

Maria nodded in understanding.

"But then..." Sandy went on, after a dramatic pause. "Then... TODAY happened! Oh my LORD! But that's an entirely different story. Before I get into that, now I want to hear about you, and how you came to be here."

Maria had warmed up towards Sandy considerably after hearing her talk. It helped that Sandy was very easy to like. She had a straightforward and honest manner that was impossible to fake, and her innate kindness and goodness genuinely shone through. Plus, they were developing that "kindred spirit" feeling, and both of them could feel it.

Maria said, "Okay, I'll tell you my story. But I want you to keep in mind one thing while I do, and that's how financially poor I've been, and my family has been, my entire life. I know you're not claiming to be rich, but you seem rich from my point of view. We've had so little, and then SI came along with their incredible offer. How could I say no?! Even now, I'm torn. The only reason I might still go on to Napali is because I feel like I have no choice! When you're poor and some mysterious company with bottomless pockets comes along and throws buckets of money at you, how can you say no? But then, the things they expect we're going to do! UGH! I can't do it! I just can't go through with it!"

Sandy said, "I understand completely. Remember, it's like you're looking at a mirror here. Yes, I gather my family isn't as poor as yours, but they made me an offer I couldn't refuse as well."

Maria nodded. "Our family story isn't that different from that of many migrant families coming to the US from Mexico. My father Miguel was the one to make the journey, when he was young, and he settled in the Central Valley of California, where there was a lot of work to be had picking crops in the fields. He was a hard worker, got his US citizenship, and got married with children too. He even was able to scrape up enough money for his own small farm. A typical successful American dream, right?"

Sandy nodded.

"It would have been, too, except that the agriculture industry has been dying out for small farmers in the US for decades. We're a dying breed. The massive highly mechanized farms are taking over and the little guys just can't compete. Our farm would have been bought out long ago, except we were on a plot of land away from the others and it had little value for the agribusiness multinationals that were gobbling up everything in sight."

She continued, sadly, "So we struggled on, but it was tough. Every year, it was like Russian roulette. You'd never know when some bad harvest or even catastrophe would come along and force you out of business. To make matters worse, my mother, Marcela, died in childbirth while giving birth to me. So my father Miguel had to raise me on his own, with no other children to help him run the farm."

She sighed. "It was hard! I had to grow up fast and work like a dog. There was no time for fun, and barely even time for school. But then I had to go and screw things up by falling for a smooth-talking, easy-on-the-eyes charmer who really was a low-down dirty rat sleazeball. He honed in on me because my body started to develop early, especially my breasts, and I was as naive as they come. I got pregnant with Rosalita when I was only fifteen, if you can believe it!"

Sandy said, "I can. Remember, I had Jane at the same age."

"Oh, that's right. So you know how it is. Married and pregnant while just starting out in high school! Ugh! I let my lust overwhelm my common sense, and I let my long suffering father down. My so-called husband Ricardo was the classic hedonistic bad boy type who never worked a day in his life, so of course he didn't help out on the farm. If he wasn't drinking, then he was doing drugs, and if he wasn't doing that, he was gambling, and if that didn't strike his fancy, he was cheating on me. Sometimes, he probably did all four at once! He only stuck around long enough to impregnate me a second time, with Ramon, and then he was gone, never to be seen again."

Maria sighed again. "So you might not be surprised to hear that I pretty much gave up on men after that. I buckled down and worked on the farm while raising my two children. My father was their de facto father too. I vowed not to let him down again, so I was all work and no fun from then pretty much until now. Many men heard about the gorgeous Latina with the enormous ta-ta's living alone on a farm, and they tried their best to take me away from it all. But I didn't date or even socialize much. The only real joy in my life was the two lights of my life, my children."

Sandy was surprised and touched. "That's so much like me! You heard my story. Especially since my Dennis died, my two children are my end all, be all. I was in hiding and rejecting all potential suitors too. The similarities are downright uncanny. I'll bet SI sorts through the data of millions of people and hones in on families that fit a certain profile."

"Obviously," Maria said bitterly. "Although I don't think Jasmine fits with us. I hear she's really rich, and she looks the part. She certainly doesn't seem like the type to be living in hiding for years and avoiding all men."

"That's true," Sandy agreed. "I heard she was divorced just in the last year or two. She might still be on the rebound from that."

Maria went on, "Could be. Anyway, things got slightly better for a while when Ramon got old enough to work on the farm. That's how he got his big muscles. He was a treasure of a son who did everything I asked of him. Rosalita was a more troublesome case though. She physically blossomed early, like me, and her grandpa spoiled her, thinking that farm work was beneath a youthful beauty like her. So she's somewhat spoiled, which is partially my fault too. But I think it's mostly that she's inherited my figure, and all the guys drool and kiss her feet wherever she goes."

Sandy unthinkingly nodded. That roughly paralleled what happened to Jane, although Sandy fought hard to keep her remarkably gorgeous daughter grounded, with some success.

Maria continued, "But then things took a sudden turn for the worse when my father Miguel died in his sleep two years ago, of heart failure. Ramon and I could have tried to run the farm by ourselves, but we didn't really know what we were doing. It was Miguel who had the magic touch. Besides, the future was looking very bleak. The only way we were able to stay in business was by growing exotic organic fruits and vegetables for the high-end market. But then the agribusinesses saw the dollar signs in organic to the point that they even started taking over the niche markets. Besides, I wanted my children to go to college and have a better future. So I sold the farm and moved to the big city. Los Angeles."

She sighed. "I wanted to at least buy an apartment with the money from the sale, but my father had a lot of debts keeping the farm going on a wing and a prayer and, by the time I paid them off, we basically had enough money to buy a Happy Meal at McDonald's. We ended up renting a crappy apartment in a crappy neighborhood, with barely enough money to pay the rent."

She continued, "At least my kids finally had a lot of free time and could have the active teenage social life I never really had. Rosalita took full advantage and had fun with some new friends. But except for Ramon's part time job, he pretty much just sat in his room and masturbated all the time!"

She shook her head, as if confused by her son's behavior all over again.

Sandy asked, "But didn't he do things with Rosalita, at least? I haven't spent any time with them yet, but I get the feeling that they're unusually close."

Maria sighed extra heavily at that. "You noticed, huh? What gave it away?"

"Well, I've hardly said two words to either of them, but every time I've seen them, they were standing close to each other. And with the way they look at each other, it's clear there's a lot of love there."

Maria sighed even more heavily, as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. "That's true."

Sandy was puzzled by the intensity of Maria's negative reaction. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"I know, I know, I should be happy. It's just that... well... it's complicated."

Sandy decided to be bold. Lisa and Emily had mentioned in passing to her that Ramon and Rosalita were had been in love with each other "in that way" for a long time, but hadn't acted on it until the plane flight gave them the perfect opportunity to lower their inhibitions. Sandy figured she had to take drastic steps to save the Sanchez family from returning to the mainland. "Let me guess: they've fallen in love with each other."

Maria had been staring off through the windows into the dark night, with her nipples still just barely below the surface of the water. But she suddenly jerked her head back towards Sandy in surprise. "How did you know that?!"

"Ah. So it's true. It was just a good guess, actually. It helped that they look like they're in love with each other. Plus, I think about how my family is, and I'm guessing SI figures all this out and only picks families that check certain boxes. Think about it: I kind of fell in love with Darrin as more than just his mother in the last year. I found myself seriously in lust with him, at least. And I haven't talked to you about it yet, but I think basically the same thing happened to Janey and him, though maybe to a lesser degree."

She went on, "Now, I'm just guessing here, but Ramon is a very, very handsome boy, with a charming personality and solid hard-working values, from what I hear. Plus, he's massively endowed. If you know him well, it would be hard NOT to fall in love with him."

She concluded, "So all that gave me my gut feeling of how Rosalita and Ramon feel for each other. That leaves the missing piece that fits the pattern: YOU! Specifically, you and your son. Maria, you are one very, very beautiful woman. You're a jaw-droppingly gorgeous super busty bombshell. How could Ramon NOT lust after you? I'll bet the reason he was in his room masturbating so much instead of dating all the girls who had to be falling all over him was because he only had eyes for Rosalita... and you!"

Maria sighed sadly, and shook her head. "You're too observant, Sandy. I fear you're right. Gaawwwd! How fucked up am I?! How fucked up is that?! I can't even deny that I lust for my very own son! Except I think he mostly pines for his sister. That's nearly all of it, I'm sure. He doesn't want me like he wants her." She stared off into the starry sky, looking forlorn.

Sandy spoke confidently. "Don't sell yourself short. But the big question is, how to do you feel about him?! If my guess is right, SI likes to pick families where the mothers and sons and sisters and daughters are already crushing on each other, because if they are, how can they oppose the Napali free love lifestyle? Please tell me more about your romantic desire for your son, so I can help make your dreams come true."

"UGH!" Maria buried her face in her hands. She seemed to long to walk away from this difficult conversation, but there was nowhere to go, unless she wanted to get out of the hot tub and fully expose her nude body. She slid down the bench ringing the inner edge of the hot tub to get further away from Sandy. She tried to keep her nipples underwater, though she was getting increasingly careless about it.

Sandy had been wanted to up the "Jet Extra" setting when the moment was right. Maria still wasn't aroused, due to the weighty issues being discussed. But Sandy figured that she had to be away from her seat in order for her to make the change without Maria noticing, and this was a very rare opportunity for that. So, while Maria was sliding away, Sandy surreptitiously upped the setting from low to medium.

She felt the difference immediately on her own pussy. Oooh! That's going to be... interesting. I hope I don't get too horny myself! I need to stay mentally sharp to help bring Maria to the kind of paradise she truly deserves. Boy, it makes me wonder what the "high" setting is like. I'll bet if I set it to that, before long, the two of us would be cumming so much that we'd forget all about talking!

Maria moved back to her seat after realizing that trying to physically escape the question was silly. She furrowed her brow, probably from wondering if it was her imagination that the jet of water right under her pussy had grown stronger. But she dismissed it, and tried to deal with the difficult question.

She said, "I wish you wouldn't have asked me more about that! I'll admit I do have dreams of... of him, but they'll never come true. And I don't want them to come true, so don't help, because they're sick. Sick, sick, sick!"

Sandy eagerly asked, "Not so fast. Let's hear the full story. Start from the beginning!"

"UUGGGH!" Maria groaned and frowned. But she felt compelled to tell her story. "I am only human, you know. I basically forcibly shut down my libido for years and years, and my best years, my physical prime. It was easy to do, because there was no temptation, and I was worn out and stressed out all the time. But then, after we moved to the city, I suddenly had all kinds of time on my hands. And overnight, it seemed my little boy had turned into such a handsome man."

Sandy commented, "Again, I know exactly how you feel. Don't feel bad. It's just the situation. And I'll bet you couldn't help but notice how well-hung he was. Not to mention all that thump, thump, thumping coming from his bedroom. Your son is a total stud! How could you not be affected by that?"

Maria nodded shyly. "What's worse is that Ramon got used to walking around practically naked, back on the farm. He'd go bare-chested nearly all the time. And what a chest! He didn't stop once we were living in our apartment. It was like living with a GQ model or something. How could I not look at him in, in... that way... sometimes?"

Sandy nodded sympathetically, since she'd gone through the same thing, even though Darrin with his scrawny body looked nothing like a "GQ model." But that didn't matter much, because she always saw him through rose-colored glasses, with the heavy bias of a loving mother. She said, "I know. You're preaching to the converted here. I feel for you, because it's like we've been living parallel lives. Well, not the farming and poverty part. But definitely with how things played out in the last year."

Maria said, "Yes. But... there's more. There's one thing that happened to me that made my temptation ten times worse. When we moved to L.A., I suddenly had all that free time, like I said. And it was tragic that my father had passed away, but with him gone, and the farm gone, I no longer felt this great burden, that I had to sacrifice my own happiness for the good of the whole family. I realized I could start dating again. Finally! It was way overdue. There was nothing stopping me."

"So did you?"

Maria shook her head. "I wanted to, but I was afraid. I'd made such a colossal mistake last time. It's true that's what gave me my dear children, so I'm very grateful for that, but I was so awful at picking the wrong guy. It took me almost twenty years to dig my family out of that hole. What if I made that mistake again?! And the problem before was that I'd been a completely clueless and naive farm girl who was easy prey. That hadn't really changed, because I'd been in such isolation. Here I was, the country bumpkin surrounded by city slickers in big, bad L.A. I was terrified that I'd screw up."

She gathered her courage to continue. "I decided to start slowly, and just get to know some girl friends. That was nice, but this one woman I met... Luciana was her name, but I called her Lucy. She was in a situation very similar to mine, a similar background, and the same family: single and with a teen son and daughter. But, the problem was, she confided in me that... that... Oh, this is so awful!"

She shut her eyes and put a hand over her face for good measure. "I'm just going to spill it all out, since you've been so honest with me. She was having a sexual affair with her own son! And she'd never had anyone to talk to about it before until she told me, so she wanted to talk about it all the time! And that... that... well, it gave me ideas! Wicked ideas about what I could do to my son!"

Sandy had to smirk. She thought, SI is so sneaky. That sounds exactly like Olivia, and I'm sure that's no coincidence. I'll bet there were videos too. But I'll let her reveal that to me, if she wants to, since I can't talk about my experience with Olivia at all.

She asked Maria, "What kind of ideas? What did Lucy do with her son?"

"Everything! Absolutely everything! By and by, I came to realize that she was totally sexually devoted to him. She'd have sex with him anytime he wanted it! And that meant every day because, well, she looked a lot like me: pretty face, hourglass figure, big breasts - the whole package. Her son couldn't get enough of her! But he especially had a thing about oral sex, because he had her go down on him, over and over and over again!"

"You mean blowjobs," Sandy said matter-of-factly.

Maria nodded, with her hand still over her eyes. "Yes. So many blowjobs! And don't ask me how or why because it's all so embarrassing, but I wound up seeing private videos of them doing that. Many, many videos! It... it... affected me! After some months of this, I had blowjobs on my mind all the time, it seems. With a hunky and well-hung son living at home and masturbating non-stop."

Sandy thought, A-HA! I knew it! SI definitely has a formula that works to perfection. I would be upset that they put me on the assembly line, except I'm so grateful to be here. If that's what it took to get me to be my son's willing personal slut, then so be it! Plus, I count Olivia as a genuine close friend, so it's all worked out.

She asked Maria, "How could you not put one and one together? How could you not start to daydream all the time about sucking your son's penis? I don't blame you at all. It was like a perfect storm of temptation. You're just a victim of circumstance."

Maria nodded shyly. "What are the odds?! I mean, here I am, struggling with my confused feelings for my son, and I meet this other woman who is committing incest! It must be one in a million!"

Sandy was certain that Lucy showing up right then was anything but a coincidence (even though Lisa and Emily had surprisingly failed to tell her anything about it, perhaps because they took it for granted). But she played along, telling Maria what she thought she wanted to hear.

She said, "It's not that unlikely, if you think about it. Incest is way more common than generally realized, because everyone wants to keep it secret. But that must be multiplied many times over if Lucy is as busty and beautiful as you say, and if her son is as endowed as you say. You have to admit, people like us, we're a tiny percentage of people who are very different from everyone else, due to our unusual physical endowments. I'll bet incest is fairly common amongst our type. If that wasn't the case, SI wouldn't have any luck finding people for their secret society."

"I suppose that's true," Maria conceded, "But what are the odds she'd come along and become my friend right at that critical time?!" She still was so ashamed that she kept her face covered with her hands.

Sandy replied, "That's not so unlikely either. Women like us, of course we're going to stick together, just because of our looks. It would be as if you were a seven-foot tall French guy who shows up to college in Montana without knowing a single soul, and you meet another seven-foot tall French guy. Of course you two would become friends. How could you not?! And naturally you become friends with women who have children the same age as your children. I've done the same. Everyone else does."

"I suppose," Maria grumbled. "It's just that it's so frustrating. I feel like fate has stacked the deck against me."

"Or stacked it FOR you," Sandy said with an optimistic smile.

Maria took her hand from her face because she was able to change the topic somewhat. "I wish I could see it all as peachy as you do. I wish it wasn't a slowly unfolding disaster. The timing couldn't have been worse, because while all that was going on, SI came out of nowhere and made me that offer I couldn't refuse. I can't emphasize what a godsend that salary they're offering would be for me! I want my children to be the first ever in our extended family to go to college, and their grades are good enough. But, no money! College costs are soaring through the roof. All I would be able to afford for Rosalita next year is the local community college, and that's not going to give her much of a leg up. That's not what she deserves."

She continued, "So, I've been thinking, in the same way that some people join the military or the reserves to get through college, I could do a couple of years in Napali. The way I figure, I'd be able to save over $100,000 a year! After just one year of that, Rosalita could go back to the States to a really good college, and I'd be able to pay her full tuition and still save a lot. I could get both of them through college with no debt left over whatsoever! You have no idea what a big deal that would be for me. There were times back on the farm when I had to sell some of my personal items just to put food on the table for the family that night. How can I turn down an offer like that?!"

Sandy finished Maria's train of thought. "But, if you do that, you'll end up in a strange place where you'll probably have sex with all sorts of people you've never met. Worst of all, there's nothing stopping you from having sex with your son... frequently! Maybe daily. And to make matters even worse than that, you gave in to your urges today and wound up sucking him off, probably more than once. And you discovered that you enjoyed it way too much! Does that sound about right?"

Maria wailed in distress. She covered her eyes again, and sank a little deeper in the churning hot tub water, sinking back down to her shoulders. "Oh God! It's so awful! It's like you know everything. I'm so ashamed! This is a living nightmare!"

Sandy said, "That's one way to look at it. But let me give you another way to look at it." She waited until Maria uncovered her eyes and recovered from her anguish enough to give her whole attention.

Then Sandy calmly told her, "Here's the flipside, the opposite way to look at it: there's nothing stopping you from having sex with your son... frequently!"

Maria asked in confusion, "But you just said that, didn't you? Didn't you use those exact words?"

"I did, to make a point. You love him dearly, and he loves you just as dearly. You have a heavy crush on him, with a particular obsession with sucking his dick."

"I don't know about that," Maria said, shyly.

"What part do you disagree with? Wait. Before you answer that, tell me how many times you sucked him off today, until he came?"

Maria had been carefully slumped down, in order to keep her huge tits underwater. Upon hearing that, she sat all the way back up, fully exposing her chest, and slapped her forehead. Then she ran her hand back through her shoulder-length wavy black hair. That was a gesture she sometimes did when she got stressed out. She complained, "Don't ask me that!"