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GatorTail Trailer Park No. 11
by Bo Dunne
“~~ All characters in this book are 18 or older. ~~”
Copyright 2018 by Bo Dunne
Connor’s pulse spiked when he saw his mom, Mattie, lounge nude on the bed inside the huge, converted bus. He was slouching at a cramped computer station, ready to handle the sound and cameras on the video they were about to make. Cameras were mounted all over the bus, aimed at his mom from different angles. Mom’s new friend, Marco, had hired Connor part-time because he was home this weekend from college. A tall, brilliant, geeky guy on a full-ride scholarship, Connor already knew how to handle all the equipment and the software.
“Ready for the video and sound check, Connor?” Marco, standing by the bed nude, gave him a big grin. A friendly, charismatic guy, Marco had charmed Connor’s mom with his big smile, long, dark curly hair, and expensive, stylish clothes. He had introduced himself to Connor as a Florida Italian, whose grandparents had moved from Brooklyn many years ago. His muscular chest and arms, flat abs, and powerful legs already looked great on Connor’s monitors.
“Ready,” Connor said, looking away. He knew another reason his mom was hot for Marco. She had always been a free spirit and a size queen—and Marco had the kind of equipment she lived for.
Connor sneaked a peek at Sharona, Marco’s woman and business partner. Sharona, who was double-checking lights and cameras, was very pretty and she had firm, natural boobs, far bigger than DD-size, that hung free and beautiful. She was nearly six feet tall and barefoot. Her long hair was sun-bleached and her hips were full. A small red triangle of bikini bottom covered her bush, with only narrow strings keeping it in place.
Sharona turned to Connor and gave him a dazzling smile, nearly shoving her bare, bulging globes with their pink nipples into his face. “I’m ready.”
“Okay,” he said, sneaking a longer look.
Mattie sat on the bed inside the air-conditioned bus, looking around in amazement. The back half was set up as a beautiful bedroom, with a king-sized bed. Connor, wearing an orange tank top and green cargo shorts, worked at a small desk that held a big monitor showing every camera angle at once. Red, heart-shaped pillows even added a silly hint of romance. When Marco had invited her to make some money with internet videos after the first time he had fucked her, she had no idea about the details.
The real weirdness was having her son, Connor, helping with the computer and video work. Still, he had agreed. She was always strapped for cash and he was willing to help. Yet he had very serious problem of his own and she had never been able to help—not completely.
“Wow,” said Mattie. She leaned close to Marco and lowered her voice. “I never saw anything like this!”
Marco grinned, his long, dark curly hair framing his face. “For Sharona and me, it’s home. We want you to share in it.”
“You’re a sweetheart to invite me here. But I’m a forty-something barmaid with more butt than she needs. Why would you want someone who looks like me?”
“Because you’re stunning.” Marco’s dazzling smile put her at ease, as did his friendly manner. “Sharona and I don’t believe in pushing too hard. If you want to work with us, we want to be all in, so to speak.”
“All in?” Nervous, Mattie giggled like a teenager at the play on words. She had met Marco a few days before when she was working at the Grillin’ Gator Bar here in rural Florida, less than an hour’s drive from Gainesville. Now, after the end of her shift in mid-afternoon, they had strolled across the bar parking lot to the bus. Before Mattie had undressed and showered in the bus’s shower stall, she had worn one of her usual skimpy work-related outfits designed to draw more tips from tipsy guys. Marco and Sharona had made her feel comfortable being nude now, though that was not difficult. She had always taken a casual attitude toward nudity and near-nudity while she had raised Connor as a single mother.