Resort Payment with Mom

from the perspective of two career women

co-written by R.

Perspective: The General Manager

I take pleasure in being first to use the bath in the executive suite. The first to dip my feet inside, the first to operate it, the first to cum in the water. My long hair becomes an ethereal mess as I lay back and put my feet on the edge of the tub. Our grand opening is next month and I think of the women who will later orgasm from this water stream and couples having sex here. But I get to be first.

This is a luxury ski resort in the mountains. Although I may sound like a brat, I can assure you, everything is hard earned. I’m the General Manager and the last year of my life has been a constant hustle to ensure that construction went smoothly and standards are high. There are shrewd investors behind this place and I’m accountable for every dollar.

So excuse me if I enjoy an orgasm here and there.

And that brings me to the events of the last week, something that’s changed my life, not just sexually, but psychologically. I’ve long wondered what the limits are to pushing people to give their best work. What appeals to their inner self? Money? Status? Reputation? I never thought sex would be on that list because that can come with money. I know plenty of successful businessmen who purchase great sex once they can afford it.

How about for women? Could the allure of great sex be a motivating factor? Before I would have said no. Too far fetched. That was, until Alison showed me that some women can have voracious sexual appetites unlocked by… a son? How about two sons? Yes, you’ve interpreted that correctly.

Keep in mind, only a handful of people know about this. Word of this getting out would destroy my career and I’ve worked too hard for that. What’s important is that lives have been changed forever and I’ve learned valuable lessons about leadership. Maybe I’ll be remorseful in the future, but in the meantime, the water jet runs and I slip my hand below to touch myself.

I first met Alison six months ago through a recommendation. Our team wanted this ski resort to be family friendly but also have special accommodations for adults. We were excited by the idea of hot tubs designed for couples, with jet streams strong enough to make women orgasm, or something that could enhance sex in the right position.

Alison hit the ground running when she came on board to design our hot tubs. She's a hydraulics engineer who used to design ships for the Navy, plus she has a military background. Brains and unique beauty. Book smart with killer arms when she’s wearing a tshirt. She worked in a studio to manufacture the hot tubs and we kept in touch remotely.

A week ago I insisted that the entire team experience the resort before the grand opening. Call it a celebration of everyone's efforts. Plus we needed to make sure all the employees were properly trained and on the same page. The resort itself is a spectacle, located on prime real estate with a stunning view of the mountain range, with access to some of the best skiing slopes in the world.

I scheduled a Tuesday morning meeting with Alison and a few of the investors. Because I’d known her to be an articulate speaker, I wanted her to personally showcase her custom design so that the people writing checks know their money is well spent.

But as I was having breakfast in the lounge, nerves appeared. And I always trust my instincts. I’d been so busy with everything else that my inspection of the jet streams hadn’t been as thorough as I’d like. Functionality wasn’t an issue. I knew the streams worked fantastic. But it played to my biggest fear. Being average. I needed women to have the orgasm of their lives.

I left a $40 tip for the waiter and went to find Alison to settle this. Employees were encouraged to bring a spouse, which was an added perk for them, but also having more people helped train the staff. Alison was single and chose to bring her sons, both capable young men, one in trade school, the other aiming to become a fireman.

She was in the game room with them and they had the place to themselves. The young men were having a great time while she played the mini-basketball set. It was almost 10 a.m. and we had enough time to talk things over before the presentation with the investors.

I exchanged pleasantries with them and was glad to see they made a family vacation out of this. Alison wore dress pants with a nice shirt ahead of the meeting. She also wore glasses and her hair was tied in a loose ponytail.

“Can I speak to you for a sec?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course.”

Alison followed me into the hallway and the young men went back to playing video games, with none of them having any idea how their life was about to change. Neither did I, to be fair. In hindsight I should have left the situation alone. I should have trusted her engineering which had already gone through rigorous inspections, but my desire for perfection pushed things too far.

“So, the upcoming meeting,” I said. “This is super last minute, but I wanted to make sure, did you personally check the jet stream?”

“Yes, yes, we’ve tested the jet stream and hydraulics many times in production. In the last few days I’ve personally checked the spa areas and suits. Everything is good to go.”

“I should be more clear. Did you get in the water? Did you actually feel the jet flow against your skin? I mean, have you been an active participant?”

She looked dumbfounded. “No, my job was to design the jet stream and I delivered on that. Everything works, it’s the best on the market, I can promise you that.”

“But you hadn’t actually gotten in the water.”

“Not personally.”

“Did anybody?” I asked.

“We’ve had a few test subjects who enjoyed the experience, so the answer is yes.”

“Any women?”

“One.”

“What was her response?”

“Everything tested off the charts,” she said. “The woman in question loved the experience.”

“Did the woman have an orgasm in the hot tub?”

My bluntness, as expected, threw Alison off guard.

“That didn’t seem appropriate to inquire about,” she said.

“But that’s what I wanted to know. I thought it was implied in our conversations.”

“I assumed you wanted to ensure the jets provided a pleasurable experience, but I didn't think it was necessary to test for that specific outcome.”

“My fault for being unclear,” I said. “A million things are happening and I try my best. So here’s the next step, test the product in front of the investors. If everything works out, more work will come your way.”

“That sounds great, but…”

“And think of your boys. Your youngest is in grad school, right? I could set him up with a job, something he could handle. And your eldest? Maybe instead of becoming a firefighter, he could work for us.”

Money and promotions are the classic motivators, but that was my first time using adult children as a bargaining chip. I could tell it worked by the look on her face. Though she wasn’t thrilled with the prospect of getting into the tub, having a career path for her boys captivated her, especially in this job market.

“What do I have to do?” she asked.

“It’ll be a fair exchange. The main thing is, I need the investors to know that they’re getting their money’s worth, okay?”

She nodded. “Okay, that’s fair.”

“Fantastic, I’ll have someone deliver a bathing suit to your room.”

She was uneasy about the whole thing, but I didn’t care to be honest. The way I saw it, Alison got the deal of a lifetime. Promising jobs to her sons was beyond generous on my part. If anything she should have been thanking me profusely.

Alison told the boys it was time to work and she left to prepare.

Given my aggressive mood at the time -- and my mood is always aggressive when there are big launches -- I decided to push things further. It was a spur of the moment idea and I gave it a moment’s thought, but when the eldest brother went to the gym to run drills, I decided to make a play for the younger brother.

“Having a good time?” I asked.

“Yeah, thanks so much, this place is amazing.”

Connor was about to grab a hot drink and enjoy the view of the mountains. I asked about trade school and his interests and what he planned for a career. Then I dropped the bomb, which in hindsight, may have been a terrible idea.

“You know about your mother’s meeting, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah, she’ll be demonstrating the hot tub and streams.”

“Did you know that she’ll be a live model? There was a last-minute change of plans and she’ll be getting into the water.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Your mother was reluctant but I promised to give favors to you and your brother.”

“Oh, thanks so much. That’s incredibly nice of you.”

The young man seemed confused about why I was telling him this. And I wasn’t being nice at all. I’m a business woman, and this was his introduction to business.

“Forgive me for asking, but do you find your mother attractive?”

He froze, because of course he would.

“She’s definitely pretty.”

“Look, I’m busy, so I’ll be blunt. I want you and your brother to watch the meeting. Your mother won’t know… yet.”

“Why do you want us to watch?”

“A backup plan. Are you interested?”

“I mean… I guess so. I still don’t know what this is about.”

“How about this? I’ll pay you and your brother to watch. Consider it a learning experience.”

We went back and forth, though skeptical, he accepted the offer and we exchanged phone numbers. The offer was too good to pass.

A short time later I was outside in the sun with my thick jacket and stood alongside four investors. Three men, one woman, all sharks in the industry. Outdoor hot tubs with a view of the mountain range are perfect for couples looking for romance.

Everything was in place and Alison came out wearing a robe and she was accompanied by my assistant. I could tell how nervous she was. She expected this to be a shining moment of her career, instead she’s bracing for the most embarrassing moment of her life, all for the love of her sons. With a body like hers, she shouldn’t have been embarrassed at all.

I introduced her to the investors and they shook hands. Certainly not the meeting she had anticipated. The investors thought of her as impressive while she spoke, I can always tell when the money people like what they're hearing.

“Our patented hydraulics technology features a unique combination of adjustable streams, strategically placed to provide relaxation for the entire body. The jet streams are powered by state-of-the-art pumps, ensuring a satisfying experience for our guests.”

To be honest, I didn’t think Alison would do it, but she pulled her robe and my assistant helped remove it. She stepped out of her slippers and stood barefoot on the wooden patio. She wore a two-piece swimming outfit, white like the snow, and she shivered from a cool breeze. Her physique was impressive. I saw the eyes of the investors going over her, not in a lewd way, but in admiration.

Her toes dipped in the warm water and she got in the tub. She forced a smile while explaining how the control panel worked along with the features. The investors were interested. All I cared about was hoping she’d be able to relax, to outwardly show the benefits that couples would have paying top dollar to stay here.

She started with a low stream, thinking that would be enough while talking to them, but my offer to her family was extremely generous, so I went ahead and put the stream to a higher gear. Her back was to the opposite side of the stream and the water flowed in her direction. The sun was shining on her face. Giving a gentle nudge, I bent over and put my hand in the water to spread Alison’s legs.

I tend to dominate presentations and I did just that, telling the investors that couples staying in the executive or honeymoon suites will get their money’s worth, with sex gratification being heavily implied with my words. I didn’t mention sex outright. Talking that way is unbecoming for a meeting like that. Alison’s reaction to the stream flowing between her legs spoke volumes on my behalf.

When I looked down I saw that her eyes were on the verge of rolling back. I’m good at understanding people and their personalities. Women like Alison don’t have great sex, it’s not something they seek. This is new to her, being watched by a group of people, using the tub as a source of pleasure. I bet she’s never even experienced a vibrator before. I kept talking and the attention of the investors went back and forth between me and Alison.

I wanted to close the meeting with a bang, so I turned the pressure up a notch, sending her into heightened bliss. I didn’t care that her sons secretly watched this from inside the resort, a few floors up. Business was more important. Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a soft moan, her body trembling with each pulse of the jet stream. The investors, intrigued by the demonstration, leaned in closer, captivated by Alison's ecstasy.

When her legs clasped together, I gave her knee a gentle tap, reminding her of our deal, then she opened her legs again and that was the moment she experienced an orgasm. It was different from anything I’d ever seen before. Most people know about women and shower head masturbation, but that was my first time seeing a woman orgasm with a jet stream. If she was faking, she did a remarkable job.

I turned off the tub and focused on the investors. They didn’t know what to make of the situation but they were happy with how their money was spent. I smiled, a genuine one.

“Any questions?”

None of them mentioned what they’d seen from Alison but we were all thinking the same thing. That couples staying here would have the time of their lives. They left after shaking hands with Alison and we agreed to meet at the Italian restaurant near the lobby, where they’d get first rate treatment from the staff.

My assistant wrapped a towel around Alison’s body. Her legs were wobbly and her erect nipples poked through her small wet top. It was like her body didn’t know how to process an orgasm like that yet, though I wondered if she was faking or not.

“Thank you,” I said. “You were amazing.”

“I’ve never felt so… nevermind…”

We walked inside and Alison went barefoot with her hands clasping at the towel around her body. My assistant carried the rest of the stuff. I remember keeping an eye on Alison, that creeping suspicion that she was faking wouldn’t go away, because her reaction in the tub was so unique.

The fact was, if guests later reported to be unsatisfied with the hot tub experience, that would make me look bad. It would be a hit on my reputation and investors would think I was blowing smoke up their asses. Being certain about things has always been my key to success.

Before she went to her room to shower, I stopped her.

“I’ve got to know, was that real? You can be honest with me.”

Her lips pursed. “You think I pretended?”

“Just making sure.”

“I don’t know how to explain it. It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced anything like that.”

“Thank you for being honest. They were impressed.”

“I saw them,” she said. “While they were impressed, I was humiliated.”

“Have you ever had an orgasm like that before? In front of other people, I mean.”

“No, never. It was... intense. I wasn't prepared for how powerful it would feel.”

There was a look of astonishment in her eyes, like she couldn’t believe it. Women like her don’t usually experience things like that. That experience had done something to her and she was still coming to terms with it. Even her hands appeared to still tremble, clenching the towel around her body, and she wasn’t shivering from the cold.

When we split up and she headed for the shower, I had more questions than answers. Part of me wondered if Alison was faking it, she certainly had the right incentives for all I gave her. Or maybe it was the exhibitionism that pushed her over the edge.

Reservations for this resort were filling up, business people, couples looking for romance, they were coming here for a beautiful getaway experience. We’ve hyped the ski slopes and living accommodations and spa experiences. Bad reviews would tarnish my reputation, which is why I had a backup ready.

I texted Connor and went up the elevator to meet the brothers, who still seemed titillated from seeing their dear mother in a new light. Sad to admit, but I thought it was amusing. It was tough reading their body language and facial expressions, but with a mom like theirs, I’m sure they had a nice thrill from it. I shook hands with Connor and Brett, mainly because I wanted to feel if their palms were sweaty. They were. Great sign.

We got straight to the point and talked business.

“Obviously you two know her best. So, tell me, gentlemen, was she faking it?”

The brothers looked at each other, both knowing I was talking about their mother having an orgasm, both wondering who would answer first. It may be classless to ask such a thing, but horny boys may be curious enough to spy on their mother at home.

“I honestly don’t know.”

“No idea. Sorry.”

I was disappointed by their ignorance on the matter. What was I paying them for? That’s when I switched to Plan B and I knew I was pushing the bounds of all decency, but business is business. Everyone assumes the risks.

“How about extra pay?” I asked. “Assuming you guys can help determine if your mother was faking an orgasm or not. I have a reputation for rewarding excellent work.”

They didn’t accept the deal, they didn’t reject it either -- we negotiated. Obviously they were apprehensive about the whole thing but I offered their mother a bigger cash bonus. I offered them more cash as well. I was proud of them for being so mature about these matters. They weren’t just thinking with their cocks, they were improving their household finances.

Honestly, I was very fucking aroused and needed to see how the situation would unfold.

I waited until the next morning to proceed with my plan, making sure Alison was fully rejuvenated from that hot tub experience. I told her to come to my executive suite, which has a hot tub by the window, facing the mountain range. It was the ideal location for the final part of the test.

We talked in the living space and I thanked her again for everything. Then I asked her to undress, right then and there. I reminded her of the deal and how I’d take care of her sons. I was sure she’d need a lot more convincing, but that wasn’t the case. She was right on the cusp of undressing.

“I’ve already written the check. Right there on the table. It’s more than what we had discussed the other day. You’ll be very happy.”

“You still don’t believe me?”

“I don’t trust anybody. That’s how I got this job.”

There’s no smile on my face, no humor, Alison knew I was serious and she undressed and put her clothes on a nearby table. The day before I saw her in a small swimsuit, on that day I saw everything. Tits, trimmed bush, ass. Everything. The woman kept her fitness routine from her military days and that gave her the confidence she needed.

Alison followed me to the tub which was already filled with warm water. It was pure joy seeing her walk naked, her nipples erect, and there’s something about a woman’s bare feet on carpet which gets me going. She didn’t question the decision to get in the tub. Maybe a part of her was eager to experience another orgasm.

I told her to kneel in the water, this time facing the stream, her vagina in front, and she agreed. Her nerves were building. I ran the stream on low current and the direct contact of water pressure to Alison’s pussy made her gasp. I wondered if she was curious about this since her first orgasm the previous day.