Beth had kept the drinks flowing all night, and now, as the four travel companions stood outside the club, waiting for a taxi, it was obvious to Ron that everyone was feeling little pain, especially Pam. She was beginning to slur her words, and continually grabbing either Ron or Amy to balance herself.
His cock had remained semi-hard most of the night, and now was no different. After a night of dancing, Beth, Amy and her mom each looked even sexier than when they left the hotel. A sheen of sweat still glistened across their faces from the heat of the club and their sultry dance moves. Beth's pink halter, now damp from perspiration, clung to her perfectly shaped breasts and clearly displayed her erect nipples. And now, every time Pam leaned into him balance herself, Ron was given a prolonged and substantial view down her neckline. The deep cleavage created by the sexy green bra looked even more inviting than when he had seen her in only panties and bra at the hotel. He found it easy to imagine the way the beads of sweat would taste when being licked from the valley of her smoldering skin.
"Ron...Ron...Wake UP!" Amy said, raising her voice to get her boyfriend's attention. "The taxi is waiting for us. Will you steer mom over here so we can leave please?" She pretended to be put out, but Amy knew he was too busy staring at her mom's boobs to notice anything else. Amy, as was now the norm, felt her own sexual response to Ron's obvious lust for her own mother. A quick glance down to his bulging crotch revealed that her mom was inadvertently prolonging the swelling in Ron's penis. The swelling that had been present most every time Amy had taken the opportunity to covertly caress him in the club, which had been quite often.
Amy slide across the back seat, followed by Beth. Beth was feeling particularly horny ever since the delightful conversation between her and Ron. She was convinced that, much like their hangman game on the plane, she had completely befuddled her young plaything, and that she would be able to manipulate him anyway she wished for the remainder of their vacation. Her most immediate manipulation, she hoped, would take place back at the hotel, but only if Pam kept to her semi-drunken promise to play her part. Even though Amy had no idea what was planned, Beth had little doubt that she would step up to most any opportunity to tease, tempt and torment Ron.
Ron helped guide Pam in next to Beth, and then tried to squeeze in himself. As they had learned at the airport, taxis in the Bahamas come in all shapes and sizes. This one, it appeared, came in on the small end of the scale.
Pam, while no doubt quite buzzed, was nowhere near as drunk as she pretended to be. It was all part of the Beth's plan to test whether or not Amy would deliberately use her own mother to tempt Ron. Now feeling both drunk and horny, Pam was more than willing to play along.
"Come on you three, scoot over." Ron exclaimed, in a louder than necessary drunken command.
"There's no room for me to scoot." Was the reply he received from both Beth and Amy.
Beth spoke up, "Come on Pam, raise on up and sit on my lap."
Pam did as instructed, and Ron squeezed until he was able to shut the door. The driver had not even gotten out of the parking lot when Beth began to complain about Pam crushing her leg. "Ron, help me out here will ya, let Pam slide over onto you, okay?"
As if on cue, Amy chimed in, "It's okay Ron, you'll save Beth, and besides, mom's so toasted, I doubt she'll even remember any of this come morning."
Before Ron could even respond, Pam spoke up, "Lissen to me young lady, I am not toassed, and you need to see who will remember when what the, I mean what when the morning comes. Now watsh out little cutie Ronnie boy, I'm moving on ober..." Pam was only half way intentionally slurring her words, the other half was being slurred courtesy of the wonderful coconut rum she had been drinking all night. The alcohol now guiding most of her decision-making, Pam didn't really think twice about taking the opportunity to sit on Ron's lap. She had decided that she was going to call Amy's bluff, just as Beth had suggested. If Amy wanted her mom to squirm around on her boyfriends lap, then by god, she'd do it.
Ron was feeling pretty giddy himself, but was no way as drunk as Pam. He felt both nervous and excited about having Pam on his lap. She slid her firm bubbly ass across his left thigh, and on over, until she was wedged nicely in the crook of his right arm. Ron's entire body stiffened, waiting for Pam's reaction to having just ground her ass across his quickly hardening cock. Amazingly, even as she settled in his lap, his cock was trapped between Pam's sexy ass and his own thigh. And she didn't say anything. She didn't make a face or try to move away from his erection, pressing incessantly upward into her thigh and ass. Pam seemed completely unaware of his condition. Telling himself she was too drunk to notice, Ron took a deep breath and allowed the tension to slowly leave his body.
Pam, contrary to Ron's observations, was well aware of the situation she was in. She could feel his gorgeous cock trapped firmly between their bodies. She was indeed drunk, very drunk for that matter, but not yet to the point of passing out, as she hoped she appeared. She did her best not to acknowledge the tingling in her pussy when she felt Ron's dick beneath her. Again, letting the alcohol drive her lustful decision making, Pam allowed herself to remain firmly planted against her daughter's teenage boyfriend and his huge penis. Knowing the ride to the hotel would be a short one, she dropped her head back onto Ron's shoulder, and pretended to go to sleep.
Ron was actually relieved when the driver pulled up to their hotel. The light of the full moon had been sufficient to allow him to admire Pam's luscious boobs most of the trip. Her position laying against him and the haphazard condition in which her blouse was twisted around, offered Ron a lovely view of her curvy breasts spilling from the green lacy cup of her bra. That, coupled with the way the bumpy road jostled her back and forth against his lap, had Ron's prick rock hard and in need of relief from the friction Pam's toned ass and slender thigh was inflicting upon him.
As Beth paid the driver, Ron carried Pam's limp body in and laid her on the end of the bed. As soon as he stepped away from the bed, Amy strode up next to him.
"Oooh, look what you still have, did it even go away all night long?" Amy asked, even as she gently grabbed Ron's hard on through his pants.
"Nope, no thanks to you I might add. You were pawing at me all night." Ron replied as he allowed Amy to softly stroke the front of his pants. "Not that I'm complaining.
Hearing the door open, Amy quickly removed her hand and Ron turned to walk toward the kitchenette, and away from Beth's eyes.
"Amy, will you take care of your momma honey, I am so hot and sweaty, if I don't take a shower right away, I might just get sick." Beth said in her most sincere tone, and without even a wink to Amy. She knew she didn't have to. Beth was certain that Amy would do as she expected, and undress Pam in plain view of Ron.
"Sure, and then I think Ron and I might go hit the Jacuzzi, if you think it'd be ok?"
"It's sounds okay to me, and unless your mom wakes up and tells you no, then I won't stop you. I plan on taking a nice long shower, so you two go on whenever you want to." Beth answered.
Ron walked from the kitchen area as soon as Beth closed the bathroom door. "So you want to go to the Jacuzzi, really?" He asked, hopeful for a chance to get Amy alone.
"Sure, why don't you go ahead and get into your suit while I get mom into bed."
"You mean, get undressed right here, in the same room with your mom?" Ron asked.
"Sure, you can't very well go in the bathroom with Beth." Amy paused, allowing her last statement to hang for a few seconds before continuing, "and besides, mom is out cold. Look at this." Amy lifted then dropped her mother's right arm, one, two, then three times. Pam never budged.
Pam remained motionless. The scenario was set exactly as Beth had planned, and now all she had to do was pretend to be passed out, and see how Amy would react. If Beth was correct, Amy would take this opportunity to let Ron see her in her bra and panties, as she undressed her. Pam hadn't been sure she would be able to go through with the plan earlier in the evening, but now, after a night of drinking and outrageous flirting with so many young men on the dance floor, she was adequately drunk and horny to play along. She could hear Ron removing his clothes, and she wanted to peek at him in the worst way, but kept her eyes tightly shut, determined to play her part of the "dead-to-the-world" drunk.
As Ron began to undress in front of the dresser, Amy crawled around on the bed until she was behind her mother's body, ready to pull her up closer to the head of the bed. Amy paused, watching Ron swaying from the many pina coldas, as he first unbuttoned and removed his shirt, and then quickly slid his pants down to reveal his nude flesh. As soon as Ron stepped free from his pants, she slid her hands beneath her mother's arms and lifted her upper body.
"Ron...Ron!! Help me! Hurry up!" She whispered urgently. "Mom's head is lolling over and I am stuck under her."
