Well over a year ago now, my parents decided to move into one of those assisted living places, or retirement homes if you will. I was a little surprised by that when they did, but after seeing the brochures and such where they’d be living, I could certainly understand why.
My folks had done very well for themselves. Dad had owned his own business (which I was now running) and had tucked away a nice tidy amount of money to retire on.
And they were still pretty young too. Dad was only 61, and mom was 58 when they decided they’d had enough of urban living and had found a place that they could retire to and live the “easy life”, as dad had put it.
Unfortunately, that meant moving to South Carolina, very close to Myrtle Beach, which was about a twelve-hour drive from where my wife and I still lived. But again, I could see why they wanted to move there. They would basically have their own little bungalow, which was more of a luxury kind of place rather than the typical condominium or apartment. They didn’t have to worry about grounds keeping obviously, as that was all done and maintained by the retirement center. In addition, there was an adjacent golf course, which was something both mom and dad enjoyed doing. So I could easily envision the two of them golfing almost every day. Though there was also access to horseback riding, boating, as well as a number of events that were held there at the retirement center itself. They had gone there to take a look, and upon their return, had informed us that I’d be the new owner of the business going forward, and that as they say…is that.
My wife Cathy and I had gone there for a very short visit over a long weekend to help them get moved in. To be perfectly honest, after seeing the place, which I felt was more like a resort than a retirement center, I was a little jealous. Already my own mind made up to try and do things as well as dad had, and eventually retire (early) in a place much like this one.
We met a few other people while there, especially as they had an open banquet for everyone on the weekends. Mom and dad’s neighbors, Jack and Shelly, were just about the same age as my parents were give or take a few years, and had obviously already hit it off as we shared dinner together. Jack was in tip-top shape, even better in some respects than I was, even though I ran every day. He had a full head of bright white hair, and a deep dark tan that didn’t look like burnt toast for a change. Shelly was just as attractive looking, though she perhaps still died her hair blonde, though it certainly didn’t look unnatural on her. Even more surprisingly, she’d been wearing a two piece swim suit when we first met them early that afternoon. It certainly wasn’t a bikini or anything like that, but it was certainly cut low enough if front that I had to tear my eyes away from her obvious cleavage, something that wasn’t lost on Cathy either as she even gave me a soft elbow in the ribs at one point. But we came away from dinner, and finally our visit feeling like mom and dad were certainly going to be more than happy living here. Once again…I felt a bit jealous, and even Cathy mentioned that she too wouldn’t mind retiring in a place similar to this one when it was our turn to live the “easy life”.
By now, it had been a year since we’d been there for any real visit, so leaving the business in capable hands, Cathy and I decided to take two weeks to go and visit mom and dad. Naturally, they were excited to see us, and certainly had plenty of room as they had a nicely furnished “guest room” just waiting for us. I was already looking forward to golfing myself, and Cathy was looking forward to doing some horseback riding, something she had always wanted to do.
The first indication we got that there were some rather strange and strict rules here, was when on the second night of our stay with them, mom and dad informed us that they had a previous commitment they had made, and couldn’t get out of. Something about a special Anniversary celebration for another couple, which was a “by invite” only sort of an affair. We had noticed early on that there was an enormous looking clubhouse that was closed off, and well fenced down near the beach. Once again, it was for “members only”, no guests allowed. And it was obviously, where this particular party would be held. Cathy and I didn’t think much of it however, after all, the only people we knew besides mom and dad, were Jack and Shelly, and even then…only in passing really.
I had to laugh when mom told us “Not to wait up,” for them, and then with a mischievous little wink, she and dad disappeared out the door together. I hadn’t seen the two of them this loving or this intimate with one another in years. Whatever magic this resort held for them, it was certainly well worth whatever cost. Cathy and I had even noticed that they were both looking a lot better fit. Daily exercise for certain, along with the golfing and opportunity to swim every day, had gotten both of them in better shape and spirits by the look of things.
They’d been gone maybe about an hour, way early in the evening yet. Cathy and I casually lounging around out on their private little deck drinking frozen daiquiris.
“Dave? Did you see where mom put that photo album?” she asked me at one point.
She and mom had been looking through it earlier. Mom had been showing her a few pictures of when I had been a little boy, many of which Cathy had never seen before. She wanted to look through it again, though I had no real idea where mom had kept such things, especially as I hadn’t really seen her put it away. All I had seen was her return to her bedroom, coming out moments later without it. So it had to be in there somewhere, though I was hesitant to go looking for it. I always had respected my parent’s privacy, even growing up as a kid. Something I knew for sure they had both appreciated.
“It’s in mom’s room someplace,” I responded. “But I don’t feel really comfortable going in there and snooping around for it either!” I added to that.
“I’m not asking you to snoop, I’m just asking you to look for me. If you see it without snooping for it, I’d like to browse through it again.”
I figured it wouldn’t hurt to look. If I quickly spotted it, I saw no harm in retrieving it for her again. If I didn’t…then she’d just have to wait until the following day when mom was home again. I poked my head into their bedroom intending to just have a quick look-see, figuring even then I probably wouldn’t find it. As I scanned quickly about the room, the only place it obviously could, or would be, was on the upper shelf in their closet. Which at the moment happened to be standing open. Sure enough, there it was, sandwiched between a couple of others by the looks of it. Even then, I hesitated, not sure if I should still even go in there or not, when Cathy called out behind me.
“Do you see it?”
“Yeah, I see it,” I answered back, only then deciding it was no big deal to walk in and retrieve it briefly so that Cathy could look through all the pictures again. After all, mom and dad would be gone all evening long, and I was fairly certain I’d have the book put back, and Cathy and I in bed sound asleep long before mom and dad ever came home. They’d already proven themselves to be quite the night owls, much to my surprise.
“Sweet!” Cathy responded no doubt waiting for me as I stepped further into the room heading towards the closet. I reached up, intending to lift the photo album sitting on top of that one in order to retrieve it, which I then attempted to do. But as I did, it seemed to catch or drag along the one just beneath it, which now fell off the closet shelf, down onto the floor. Several loose photos spilling out, which I thought immediately odd, as mom had always been quite particular about organizing her photo albums. As I reached down to collect them as well as the partially opened album, which was now laying face down, I froze! My eyes held there in disbelief! And it took several moments for me to even begin to comprehend what I was looking at. Most of them of course were of mom and dad, nude…along with several others, most of which I’d never seen before, though in a few as I continued to quickly thumb through them, showed photos of Jack and Shelly in them as well. Likewise, in the nude, and in many of them…showing the two of them obviously, and busily engaged in several sexual situations with mom and dad.
I think I actually sat down on the floor in a state of shock as I now began to flip through several more, starting at the front of the book. To my surprise, the album was completely filled, so there were literally hundreds of photos in addition to the dozen or so loose ones that had fallen out. Obviously, mom had run out of room, and hadn’t gotten any more inserts yet.
Now in all honesty, it’s probably important that I say something here. Although I was indeed shocked by what I’d discovered here…after all, it was mom and dad, it’s not like this sort of thing would have freaked me…or Cathy out for other reasons. You see, Cathy and I (though we certainly didn’t consider ourselves swingers by any means) had from time to time, “partied” with some mutual friends of ours. Not all the time mind you, just on occasion, and always with one or two other couples we knew, and never outside of that. Cathy and I saw it as a way to periodically spice up our own sex-life, and with those particular close friends, there was never a fear of jealousy, or any kinds of sexually transmitted diseases getting in the way. So like I said…it’s not like seeing something like this was the thing that was shocking. It was seeing who it was.
I am sure that my continued absence, and silence, had eventually provoked Cathy’s curiosity as moments later I heard her standing there in the doorway. “What are you looking at?” She asked.
“You’re not going to believe it,” I told her. Setting the book down, simultaneously handing her the dozen or so loose photos I had gathered up. She looked at me quizzically, though taking them, and then glancing down at the very first one I had purposely placed there for her to begin with. I figured it might be an easier way for her to realize and accept what I’d just discovered.
The first photo showed two women laying on a bed together (And if she took a moment to recognize it, she’d see that the bedcover in the photo was the exact same one on mom and dad’s bed). The women’s faces were mostly obscured however, primarily because they were clearly enjoying a mutual ’69’ together. It took me only a moment to realize which one was mom, and which one was Shelly though after looking even more carefully at it. Which is exactly what Cathy had done. I almost laughed as Cathy looked away at the photo, now looking down at me.
“Is this your….”
“Mother? Yes!” I nervously laughed shaking my head. “And obviously…the other woman is Shelly.”
Cathy once again glanced at the photo, now recognizing her as well, though she quickly slipped the first photo to the back, now staring at the next one, which I had also just managed to purposely place.
“Yeah, and that one’s of mom too…but I can assure you, that’s not my father’s cock she’s sucking!”
That much was evident, in quick comparison now of some of the others. I’d never seen my father’s prick hard before. Not exactly something you’d ever expect to see. But we sure as hell were now! And admittedly, it was rather impressive looking, even judging it against myself perhaps, let alone Jack’s cock, which though thick, was considerably chubbier in size. There was one photo showing mom down on her knees, she’d managed to gobble up his entire prick, though again that was no real feat all things considered. But it was in seeing Shelly, likewise kneeling next to mom, doing the same thing to dad’s cock, though not quite throating it entirely that gave interesting comparison.
“Jesus! I can’t believe this!” Cathy finally quipped, now sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me, though I continued to sit on the floor with an entire album full of photos, most of which I hadn’t even looked at yet. Finally she giggled, though continuing to thumb through the rest of the loose photos. Just like me, the initial shock of seeing my parents like this had sunk in. Now it was out of pure curiosity, and decadent interest perhaps that we both continued to look through the remainder of the photo album.
Chronologically, you could see that there had been several “parties” or “events” which mom and dad had participated in since their moving here. Interestingly enough, the first several photos only ever showed mom and dad together, though obviously participating with one another in front of several other couples. Gradually, more and more appeared, initially with just Jack and Shelly appearing, though in time…that too gave way to more and more couples, many of whom Cathy and I hadn’t met yet. The last few pages of photos had proven to be the most decadent perhaps, even beyond much of what Cathy and I had experienced. In one…mom was laying on the floor, and by the looks of it, she already had a fair amount of cum-cream that had been shot over and upon her body. In particular, her breasts and pussy. Cathy and I counted at least six still stroking erections, that appeared to soon be adding to that. And who knows how many already had before then?
“Mom? A cum-dumpster? Who knew?” I asked myself, though by the look in her eyes, she certainly seemed to be enjoying it. Especially as she was simultaneously having her pussy licked by a woman, who again I hadn’t recognized as seeing before. There were others as well of course. One of dad laying back getting his prick licked and sucked by two women, as Shelly sat on his face, mom kneeling off to one side, holding one of Shelly’s breasts and smiling at the camera. By the looks of it, it had obviously been one hell of a party!
Though it was still way early yet, Cathy and I both seemed to get a sense of anxiousness at being caught like this. We quickly replaced the album back where I’d originally found it, took a quick look around (even straightening the bed cover before leaving) and then retreated back outside to the patio where Cathy fixed us both another stiff drink.
“So…did you ever suspect anything growing up?” She asked.
“Not ever,” I responded easily. “Hell Cath…I never even caught them doing it, not even once, that’s how careful they must have been back then. And I think I only stumbled in on mom once when she was changing, and even then I didn’t really see anything, except for her wearing panties and bra, or something like that. So no. No way in hell would I ever have suspected anything like this!”
“You think they had any idea before moving down here?”
“I really doubt it. I just can’t imagine that being the case. Afterwards maybe. But even then, they must have slowly, and carefully been introduced to it.”
“Yeah, I think so. Even the first few photos seem to confirm that. The look on your mom and dads face seemed a little more cautious, even apprehensive perhaps, though they must have obviously been getting off doing that in front of other people, and visa-versa. But looking and comparing those to some of the others, you can definitely see a change taking place.”
“You mean like mom getting her pussy licked by another woman for example?” I quipped, something of which I still hadn’t gotten my head around yet. Even with some of the other photos we had looked at, I still couldn’t imagine mom being that open-minded. Open-minded enough to get eaten, and then eating another woman’s cunt. Though I sure enjoyed seeing it whenever Cathy did that.
Cathy laughed. “Yeah that. Hell, I know I like it, so why shouldn’t your mother?”
“It’s not that,” I responded back. “It’s that it’s…”
“Mom,” Cathy finished for me. To which I could only grin like an idiot, shaking my head at her.
“You know what’s really bad?” Cathy now asked.
“Seeing those? Has suddenly made me really horny!”
“Jesus Cathy!” I responded to that, as though her admission was too far off the decadent scale for me to admit to myself.
“Oh and you aren’t?” She challenged seriously. “Not even a little?”
“Ok, maybe a little,” I acknowledged, though not willing to admit that it was seeing my own mother and father doing stuff that had actually aroused me. Admitting to seeing some of the other people (even if they were engaged with my folks) was a little easier to accept in a way. “For an older woman, Shelly really does have a nice set of tits,” I confessed. To which Cathy again snickered at.
“Good hell Dave, maybe you won’t say it, but I sure as hell will, your mom has great looking tits, and if I wasn’t married to you…I’d be tempted to want to suck and play with them myself! As sexy as Shelly is yes…I think you’re mom’s a hell of a lot sexier than she is! And so’s your dad too if we’re being honest about it!”
“Cathy!” I admonished her without saying anything more. Bad enough she was thinking it…as was I maybe. And worse…now knowing what they enjoyed doing, and worse still, having seen them doing it. I mean after all, this was my own parents!
Cathy wasn’t about to let me dwell on the obvious however, having moments ago gone back inside to pour us a couple of fresh drinks. When she returned however, she was naked, standing there before me as she handed me my drink.
“Shit woman!” I stammered, though taking it from her. “What the hell are you doing anyway?” I asked now glancing about, worried if someone might easily see her standing out here on the deck like that, though obviously she didn’t care at the moment if anyone did.
“Like I said Dave, I’m horny now. So you can either join me, or you can sit there and watch me play with myself. Either way, I’m getting myself off.” True to her word, she soon slipped one of her hands down between her legs, leaning against the wooden railing.
Truth to be told…I was horny as well, even if I was having trouble admitting to the reason why. But now at least, seeing my gorgeous, hot…horny wife as she stood there against the railing gave me reason enough to admit to my own arousal as I stood up and quickly shed the rest of my clothing. Needless to say, my cock was about as hard and as firm as it had ever been.
“No way that got that hard so soon because of me,” she teased. “You’re thinking about fucking your naughty mommy aren’t you?”
“Cathy!” I warned seriously. Seeing mom…and dad, was one thing. Thinking about anything else, was something else…entirely.
“I’m just teasing you,” she half pouted, “I didn’t mean it,” she added, taking it back. “But I bet you wouldn’t mind slipping this hard prick of yours,” as she grabbed it. “Inside Shelly’s pussy, now would you?”
At least that one I could admit to, which I did. And to which Cathy then lifted one leg, balancing herself on the railing, allowing me perfect height and access to her pussy, which I easily slipped into. “Imagine that I’m Shelly,” she told me. “And then fuck me like I was her,” she panted hotly.
So I did.
It was hot, fucking my wife out in the open like that, there on the deck with all the world to see if they wanted to. Though in hindsight, I was willing to bet that anyone who could have, was most likely otherwise engaged down at the private club. We could hear the faint sound of music from time to time coming from that direction, though it was a good distance away. And once or twice we even thought we’d heard the sound of laughter coming up from somewhere near the water, though nothing we could make out clearly enough to determine who it was coming from. Enough to guess at perhaps, and even now imagine at…especially after what we’d discovered. Even after I had spurted a fairly healthy load inside my wife’s cunt…feeling her climax as well, we were soon at it again a short time later. Enjoying a nice long blow job as I stood there looking out and over the rail, and then craning my neck just a little, trying to imagine what was actually going on down there as my wife sucked me off. I swear, it was one of the best blowjobs Cathy had ever given me as aroused as she was. And then I reciprocated in kind a short time after that. Even as Cathy cried out into the night, I didn’t get too worried by any of that, wondering if anyone else was doing the same thing. Admittedly, one person in particular.
Finally exhausted, Cathy and I had retired to bed, though I noticed as we did so, it was just after one in the morning. Falling asleep soon after, neither Cathy or I had any idea what time it was when mom and dad came home. As usual however, it was the smell of coffee fresh brewed that woke me. I rolled over glancing at the clock, it was just then around seven thirty.
“Mom’s up,” I said stretching, now sitting as Cathy rolled over onto her side, not quite ready to get up yet. “Pretty bad when mom and dad stay up later, and get up earlier than us!” I told my wife, giving her still bare, pretty ass a playful slap.
“Ouch!” She complained, even though I’d spanked that sweet ass of hers a lot harder than that on occasion.
“Yeah right,” I said finally standing, now scratching, surprised to feel a morning woody just then making an appearance.
“You best do something about that before you go wandering off into the kitchen,” Cathy teased, finally sitting up in bed now. It didn’t help that her full perky breasts were clearly revealed as she sat there. Even her nipples were hard, though the cool early morning breeze coming through the window might have had something to do with that. Or not…
I slid into a pair of day shorts and headed into the kitchen area. As usual, mom was up reading the paper enjoying her first cup of coffee.
“Where do you think?” She smiled. It was Sunday. And dad had a standing foursome with some friends he’d made. I poured myself a cup and sat down at the table. “Cathy up yet?” She asked.
“Just. Or getting anyway,” I smiled.
Mom stood up. “Good, I need to ask her something,” mom smiled at me again and then turned heading off towards our room before I could ask her what. I didn’t think anything of it however and began perusing through the paper, only noticing when I had read most of it, along with finishing a second cup of coffee, that neither mom, or Cathy had come back yet. Curious, I stood and headed back towards the bedroom where I could hear mom and Cathy talking. I almost turned away, figuring they were having a “private” chat, which wouldn’t have been the first time, until I heard what sounded like my mother whimpering. That did it for me. Though I still knocked lightly, hesitating before trying the door knob.
“You might as well come in,” I heard mom say. “Guess you should be a part of this too.”
I opened the door stepping in. Mom and Cathy sitting next to one another at the edge of the bed.
My wife looked at me and said simply. “She knows that we know.” I almost played dumb, but seeing the look in my mother’s face told me that there was no way to bluff anything out of this. Somehow she had found out, though for the life of me, I couldn’t see how. I should have known better.
“How’d you find out?” I heard myself asking, not yet confirming the obvious.
“Because there was a photo laying on the floor of my closet,” she said. “I saw it sitting there after your father left this morning. I knew then, you had stumbled across our album.”
Go figure. And here I thought we had been so careful. There was no hiding it or denying it now however. I opened my mouth to say something…though what I had no idea when Cathy did.
“She thought it might be easier to ask me first,” she began. “She was really worried about what we might be thinking of them.” I again opened my mouth to speak, but Cathy quickly squelched that idea. “So I told her about us,” Cathy finished actually smiling at me. “I figured since we knew…that they should.”
“You mean, does dad…?”
“Not yet…but figured it might be easier coming from me when he gets home,” Cathy stated. “No sense embarrassing your dad if he’s uncomfortable with us knowing any of this, any more than he has too.”
I nodded my head in agreement, once more looking towards mom. “You don’t think I’m some kind of a whore or anything do you honey?” She asked worriedly.
“Of course not!” I exclaimed. “No more than Cathy is, or even me for that matter. It’s not like you get paid money to go to those parties now do you?”
“Well no…but, you saw the pictures.”
I certainly couldn’t deny that, once more nodding my head. “Mom, listen. Think about it. Cathy told you about us too right?” Now it was mom’s turn to nod. “Well? We’re not exactly in a position to be casting judgment on you then are we? To be honest mom, we didn’t see anything in those photos that we haven’t participated in ourselves.” Seeing the look on mom’s face at that moment told me I’d just painted her a pretty vivid picture. She seemed to be looking far off for a moment, so I could only imagine.
“So you’d be ok if we…”
“Continued?” Cathy finished for her. “Of course we would mom!” She half laughed, pulling mom close to her for a welcoming, reassuring hug. “Obviously things have changed since the two of you moved here. And by the looks of it, for the better too. Dave and I can both see that you’re both happier, even healthier, and doing better. So if having a little naughty decadent fun from time to time is causing that, we’re certainly all for it? Aren’t we honey?”
I think I was grinning like a Cheshire cat, but I wasn’t about to explain why. Up until that very moment, I hadn’t noticed that the robe Cathy had on had parted in front, so that now most of her left breast was exposed. It was in fact resting against mom’s arm, though she either didn’t seem to notice it, or care that it was.
“Yeah…of course,” I finally managed. Feeling my prick starting to stiffen a little was a good indication it was time for me to make a departure here. The last thing I wanted to do was try and explain why it was…to either one of them. “Listen, I’ll leave the two of you to finish talking about things in here. I’ll go out and make a fresh pot of coffee,” I offered.
“Good idea,” Cathy told me. “You do that. And close the door behind you on your way out. We still have one or two things we probably need to discuss, so it could be a while,” Cathy stated. And with that, I left the room, closing the door behind.
It was kind of a long, somewhat silent afternoon. Sure we chatted, like always, but there was a bit of nervousness in the air. Dad was due back any time now, and I think all three of us sat looking at the clock expectantly.
“Your sure about this?” I asked.
“Very sure. It might be easier if we do it my way,” she said once again. Though I was surprised that mom had gone along with it, allowing Cathy to tell dad the whole story herself. Maybe it would be easier. Certainly for me anyway. Maybe afterwards it might be awkward for a while, but eventually…
Dad got home a short time later, though I had made myself scarce, long enough for Cathy to convince him to take her on a short boat ride. He was a little surprised to learn that it would just be the two of them going, but then figured that since I never had been all that comfortable in the water, it just wasn’t my particular thing. And mom had begged out, stating that she’d stay home and keep company with me. So with that, the two of them set off to spend the rest of the late afternoon together. I could only sit and wonder what dad would be thinking about everything soon after that.
After they had gone, mom had me come and join her outside.
“So what else did you two have to talk about?” I asked. I figured that if it was none of my business, she’d tell me. She’d never been afraid of doing that before anyway.
“You really want to know?”
For a moment, I actually wondered. “Yes?”
“Obviously, Cathy and I had a pretty long, deep conversation.”
“Deep? As in?”
“What we like doing. What you two enjoy doing…things like that. You know, somewhat naughty girl talk.”
“Somewhat naughty?” I had to laugh. “Such as?” Though maybe I shouldn’t have asked that question.
“Such as…” mom actually blushed. “Cathy asked me if I had really come to enjoy being with other women. So I told her…I do. I’ve come to enjoy it very much. And I think since you obviously saw most, if not all of our photos, you could pretty much guess that for yourself. Especially with Shelly. In fact, just so you know, she and I very often get together to have fun with one another even in the middle of the day. The only reason she hasn’t been around lately of course, is because of your visit with us.”
Now knowing what I knew, I responded in kind to her. “Well I hope you certainly won’t deny yourself now just because we’re here!” I stated. Mom smiled at that.
“No worries. I got plenty of her pussy last night!” Hearing mom talk like that was a little weird to me, but at the same time, somewhat refreshing too. “Oh I’m sorry, perhaps I shouldn’t have said something like that, I didn’t mean to embarrass you!”
Was I blushing? I didn’t know, though I did feel like my face was a little hot perhaps. But in all my years…never not once had I ever heard my mother say “pussy”, nor a couple of other words for that matter. And hearing her say it, the way she did…well, it was sort of just naughty nice, in a strange sort of way.
“It didn’t,” I told her. “And since we’re being honest here mom, I’m actually glad you enjoy it, and that you and dad are having such a good, uninhibited life with one another. Just as Cathy and I are having. I enjoy seeing Cathy with another woman, just as much as I now believe dad enjoys seeing you.”
“Does he ever!” Mom quipped, and for a moment I could have sworn she had dropped her hand down between her legs for a moment, though she must have caught herself, placing it soon on top of the table again. “Though admittedly, I enjoy doing it with Shelly perhaps more than anyone else.”
“Yeah, Cathy’s sort of that way with our friend Janice. Once the two of them get going at it, you almost have to dump water on the two of them to break the two of them up.”
Mom really giggled at that, though I only then realized that maybe I was sharing a bit too much with her. This really was starting to get more than a little personal and intimate. Not to mention the fact, I was starting to get a little aroused once again myself just thinking about it.
“Yeah, she told me that,” mom grinned. “So she knew where I was coming from. And don’t think ill of me for saying this honey, but I’d be the first one to admit, I am sure watching her with Janice would be as exciting as seeing her with Shelly. And I’d be willing to bet even your dad would love seeing that!”
“Ok, now we were crossing one of those lines in the sand,” I thought to myself, though the image mom had just painted wasn’t necessarily one that I could disagree with. Only that it was mom who had said it. “I’m sure he would,” I said instead, and then made some attempt at changing the subject, sort of. “How do you think he’s going to take hearing about us knowing now?” I asked honestly curious.
“Well, at first I am sure he will be a little surprised.”
“Oh? Just a little?”
“At first…perhaps,” mom grinned, though I could sense there was a lot more going on here than she was letting on to.
“Ok, spill it,” I told her, starting to worry just a little. Maybe she could sense that, or see it in my face.
“Oh don’t get all rolled up in a ball,” she told me. One of her favorite sayings. “I kind of told Cathy one way she would definitely catch him off guard, and ease him into hearing all this, would be perhaps to do so…well, topless.”
“Topless? You mean with her boobs hanging out and all?”
“Well yes, isn’t that generally what that means? I did say, that it was just a suggestion, though only if you were ok with it. But you and your dad are a lot a like. You’ve both always been fond of that particular area of a female’s anatomy. So I was also pretty sure that if Cathy started to explain to him the whole story…while sitting there like that, he’d be more inclined to listen without getting all upset. Unless the idea of your father seeing your wife’s boobs is a big no…no, or something. Though for the life of me, I couldn’t imagine why you would. After all Dave, it’s not like you haven’t seen mine now, you know?”
She had me there. And she was right too. Cathy and I had never had a problem with nudity, not ever. And to be perfectly honest about it, now that the so called cat was actually out of the bag, I really didn’t see a problem with it now either, and told her so.
“Oh…so you’d be ok if I were to sit here with my boobs hanging out in front of you huh?”
“It’s your home mom,” I reminded her. “If you and dad want to walk around naked in front of us? That’s your business. “If you think that either Cathy or I would get all freaked out about it, you’d be wrong.”
“We’ll see,” mom laughed, just then reaching up to remove the pullover top she was wearing. The fact she hadn’t been wearing a bra, something that hadn’t been missed by me either as she took it off. “For starters,” she grinned. “As long as you’re ok with it.”
I was. But I wasn’t sure what my prick was thinking at the moment. Having seen mom’s tits in the pictures, hell…and a lot more than just that, still wasn’t quite the same as actually seeing them for real. Though I did my damndest not to stare at them, trying to be as casual, and as normal as I possibly could. Though even that was becoming increasingly difficult.
I was almost relieved when we both heard the sound of Cathy and dad entering the house. I half expected for mom to put her shirt on again, though she didn’t. Content to sit there with her boobs hanging out. Cathy was the first to appear, and then smiled upon seeing mom.
“Well now, that looks like a good idea,” she stated, and immediately reached up and around herself, removing the already skimpy bikini top she had on. Dad emerged moments later, taking note of both girls now topless, though merely nodding his head, first at them, and then at me. He was obviously a bit nervous still, especially now that we all sat, confronting one another in a weird sort of way, though there was no doubt in my mind that two sets of bare breasts was easing the awkwardness a little.
“You know what I really should do?” Mom suggested, “Is to call and invite Jack and Shelly over for a drink.”
“You sure about that?” Dad asked nervously. “You know how Shelly can get when she’s had a few.”
“That’s what I’m counting on,” she laughed, and then went inside to make that call. Dad and I looking at one another a bit sheepishly.
“Mellow out you two. Relax. No one said anything about swapping wives, or incest. “Just relax and realize that we’re all open-minded adults here. That’s all. No more…no less.”
“Uh huh,” I thought. I could just imagine what might happen after Jack and Shelly arrived.
Mom came out a minute or so later. She had a certain look on her face that I had seen before…playful. But under the circumstances, that told me something else was up.
“They’ll be here in a couple of minutes,” she said grinning, and then leaned over whispering something in my wife’s ear.
“Ah oh…” dad said.
“What?” I responded, now worried. He just looked at me.
“I’m sure we’re about to find out,” he stated turning to look out over the railing down the beach to where Jack and Stacy’s bungalow stood. Moments later, he nodded his head again turning back towards mom. “Like I said…” he left off. Now it was my turn to look, and saw what he had. Jack and Stacy were indeed headed our way. And neither one of them had a stitch on.
“I had no idea this was actually a nudist resort,” I chuckled trying to sound normal when I did. Though I was surprisingly nervous and apprehensive for some strange reason, though Cathy and mom both seemed as relaxed as I’d ever seen them. So much so in fact, that Cathy now stood, slipping off her short, shorts, now standing bare ass naked as well.
“Like they say…when in Rome.”
“We’re not in Rome,” I attempted to tell her just under my breath, though Cathy either ignored, or pretended not to hear me. I noticed that even dad seemed a little surprised by my wife’s sudden boldness, though he had in fact already seen her topless a bit earlier. It was when mom went back inside to grab a pitcher of Margaritas she’d made up earlier that really set me back a bit. She too was now naked. Aside from the photos I had seen, and then her actually baring her breasts in front of me, I had never before in all my years actually seen my own mother naked. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself…she looked damn fucking good!
“Ah…you’re here!” She smiled already pouring drinks as Jack and Stacy climbed the short flight of stairs leading up from the beach to the deck. Introductions weren’t really necessary of course. Mom merely acknowledging them to us unnecessarily. “Jack…Shelly,” she grinned handing over their drinks. “Glad you could come.”
“Hope we do,” Shelly teased just under her breath.
“Ah oh,” I thought. “Just what I was worried about.”
Don’t get me wrong here. It wasn’t the thought of perhaps actually engaging in something with Jack and Shelly that bothered me. It was the idea or thought of doing so in front of my own parents, or visa-versa. I just wasn’t at all sure how I would react, or deal with that. Though it appeared quite obvious to me, that neither Cathy or mom seemed to be having any difficulty with that. Perhaps only dad and I. But then again, maybe me even more so than him. A fact that was confirmed moments later.
“Seems I’m a bit overdressed,” he laughed. Which we both were all things considered. With a shrug, dad simply slid off his shorts and underwear, removing the sports shirt he had on after that. That left me standing there with the only thing still on. My own shorts. I couldn’t help but look of course. Though somewhat thankful and relieved that neither dad, nor Jack were sporting erections…at least for the moment anyway. And though I had seen dad’s cock a time or two as he’d never been shy about walking into the bathroom to pee, rarely closing the door when he did (unless mom was around), so seeing him flaccid like he was, wasn’t all that unnerving. The problem I was having…was the fact that I was indeed partially erect. All this bare female flesh was getting to me, whether I liked it or not. And whether mom just happened to be one of them. Like I said, mom was in pretty fine shape for her age, even more so than Shelly was at this point. And I had found Shelly attractive the first time we’d met.
“Don’t tell me you’re cock shy Dave,” Cathy teased. “You’ve never been so before.”
“I’ve never been naked in front of my folks before either,” I shot back…revising my comment. “At lease not as an adult anyway.”
“With an adult, mature penis you mean?” Cathy chuckled, just as both mom and Shelly did.
“Would it help if I helped you remove those?” Shelly offered.
I laughed at that, stepping back slightly. “About the only thing that might help with, is making me more aroused than I already am,” I freely admitted. Though that was perhaps received as a direct challenge. As though they’d discussed it beforehand, both Shelly as well as my wife suddenly approached. And together, simultaneously pulled down on my shorts. In one fell swoop, both my shorts, as well as my briefs were suddenly yanked down around my ankles. And just as I feared, and now confirmed, my rapidly swelling member sprang up like a pogo stick, even bouncing for a moment with the sudden extraction of my clothing.
“Oh my!” Mom actually exclaimed, which didn’t help much. But neither did it help when Shelly suddenly placed her hand firmly around my prick, actually fondling it right there in front of everyone.
In moments, I was even harder than I had been. “Anyone mind if I suck on this a little?” She asked…not to me, but glancing over towards my wife…and mother. It was like I didn’t even have a say in the matter. And though my brain might have been thinking one thing, my cock was certainly thinking something else.
“I don’t mind…if no one else does,” Cathy stated, only then looking first towards mom, and then dad.
“Fine with me,” dad said first. “I know I don’t mind watching that, not at all.” His comment surprising me. But then maybe, just maybe, dad and I were a lot alike in that department as well. I’d always considered myself to be a bit more of a voyeur as opposed to being an exhibitionist. It never failed to turn me on, watching or seeing someone else actively engaged, especially with my wife. He even walked over, sat down, picking up his drink as though settling in for the show.
“Mom?” I heard Cathy prod, once again surprising me in a sense, now turning to look directly towards her, locking eyes with her as I did.
“No, I ah…” she stammered briefly, perhaps even blushing a bit. “I think I’d actually enjoy seeing that as well.”
Ok. A little weird or not. Just hearing my own mother say that she wouldn’t mind seeing her son’s cock getting sucked sort of sent shivers running through me. As well as a couple of throbs down my prick. Though Shelly’s mouth soon encompassed it seconds later.
“Oh fuck!” I actually moaned, forgetting myself for a moment. Once again, I don’t recall ever having dropped the “F” bomb in front of my parents before. And I can’t honestly say I even realized that I had. Shelly’s mouth and lips becoming a vacuum on my cock, which combined with the aspect of being outside (public sex) another small little fetish of mine perhaps, simply intensified the sensation. Along with actually being watched, even though my folks happened to be amongst those who were watching. I actually heard mom chuckle when I said that, though my eyes were currently closed, and I didn’t dare open them.
“May I?” Cathy asked. And then I did.
I looked over to find Jack standing there looking on at his wife while she knelt there in front of me, slathering away on my prick. He was fisting his own now as well, which had grown substantially since I’d seen him last. He released his own hand smiling at my wife as she glanced over towards me briefly, as though asking for permission. I think my own smile back at her did that, as she now knelt in front of Jack, taking in his cock in much the same way that Shelly was still doing to me. Side by side now…the two of us standing there looking on, watching our respective pricks getting sucked.
“Babe?” I heard dad say, almost afraid to look. Though for me, it was like watching a train wreck. You just couldn’t look away, even if you wanted to. Dad had stood up, and just like Jack and I, he was fully hard. Mom had walked over, now kneeling next to my wife as she continued sucking Jack’s prick, and began working away on dad’s. I couldn’t help it. Seeing her do that, seeing dad’s reaction, along with all the other erotic sounds being made, was escalating my own heightened arousal, like it or not. It was again a strange sensation for me to comprehend or deal with. Sort of like catching your parents doing it for the first time. You know that you don’t really want to see them doing it, but at the same time, you can’t help feeling a little excited, because they are. It was sort of like that. Except for the fact they were right there in front of me, (well next to me) as I was getting my own cock sucked off quite deliciously I might add.
“Maybe we should take this inside,” dad spoke a moment or so later. “Not that I am worried about what anyone might think,” he added. “But this particular little party is about the right size…for now,” he grinned, and then followed mom back into the house, just as the rest of us did. Cathy stepped in, in front of me, looking back.
“You ok?” She asked, actually concerned.
“I’m not sure yet,” I freely admitted to her. “Seeing mom and dad is one thing, I guess I’m ok with that. It is a little arousing seeing it,” I told her. “Just not sure about…well, you know.” Cathy winked.
“What if…” she questioned without stating the obvious. And I actually had to think about that for a minute. I guess technically, it wouldn’t really be considered incest now would it? If she did? I wasn’t exactly sure about that, but the dilemma over worrying about the technicalities was resolved for me minutes later.
By now, mom was pretty well worked up herself. Once again, a side of her I had not really seen before (not counting the photographs of course). By the time we had come back inside, Shelly had already pulled mom over to the couch, having her lay down on it as she settled in between mom’s legs.
“Oh fuck, I love seeing this.”
I looked at dad. Another surprising “F” bomb. But as he stood there looking on, all the while stroking his prick, I couldn’t help myself, not even realizing it for a moment, that I was pretty much doing the same thing myself. Even Jack walked over, the three of us almost standing in a line now looking on. Somehow, Cathy slid in between Shelly’s legs laying on her back sort of, as Shelly more or less sat on my wife’s face. Cathy now eating her.
“That really is fucking hot isn’t it?” Jack stated. To which I could only agree in abject silence, though still casually stroking my own hard throbbing cock looking on.
By this time, most… (Though not all perhaps) of my own inhibitions and concerns were evaporating with each passing minute. Seeing mom laying there with an expression of pure pleasure on her face, while Shelly continued to tease and pleasure her pussy, simultaneously reaching up to fondle and caress mom’s magnificent breasts was honestly arousing. Added to that of course, seeing Shelly likewise grinding away on my wife’s face. The actual sound of her wet cunt, and Cathy slurping away at it, sending me all to close to the edge already.
“Ok, my turn!” Cathy announced suddenly. Shelly standing as Cathy slid from beneath, mom starting to rise as well until Cathy shook her head “no”, letting her know in an instant what her intent here was. I think…mom looked briefly in my direction. But if I had intent of saying, let alone doing anything, that decision or response was quickly taken from me. In a flash, Cathy had switched places with Shelly, now down on her knees as she began licking mom’s cunt. And just as she had done to Shelly, Shelly now sliding beneath my wife so that she could lick my wife’s pussy.
“You need to go fuck that,” dad half spat, urging Jack on. “That is one wet looking pussy. So if you don’t…I sure as hell will!”
Jack didn’t need any further coaxing however, and was soon positioning himself on the floor between his wife’s legs. In moments he had slipped inside, and began slow, steady fucking with her as this now very erotic train of people came together. It was only a moment or so when dad waddled over towards the head of the couch, taking up position on the end. Mom easily grasped his thick tool, and began licking and sucking it. Once again I found myself all alone, looking on…though enjoying what I was seeing like it or not.
“Get over here baby. I still have a free hand,” Cathy grinned, going back to work on mom’s cunt, though I managed to climb over the back side of the couch, sitting on it, now looking down with a direct view of everything as Cathy’s hand indeed came up to surround, and now begin fondling me.
It wasn’t long after that, when things started to happen. The intensity of the moment perhaps, or the spur of, if you want to call it that, became the catalyst for several sudden unexpected orgasms perhaps. With mom being the trigger for that as all things went. Whatever, and however Cathy was licking, and sucking on mom’s clit, it soon took her over the edge. I heard mom cry out, literally lifting her ass off the couch as Cathy held on, momentarily releasing my prick in order to support mom’s ass with her hands as Cathy steered her through her dramatic climax. Crying out as she did, even with her mouth still surrounding dad’s cock, and then hearing dad’s sudden deep throated grunt, his face bright red now. I knew then, by his expression and movement, he was currently pumping a load into mom’s mouth. By now mom had finally forced Cathy away from her, too sensitive perhaps, though Cathy merely switched from mom now, to me. In an instant, she had my cock in her mouth, even as she likewise began to climax, still humping away on Shelly’s face. I watched then as Jack suddenly pulled out of his wife, fisting his prick. Streamers of white hot semen suddenly exploding from his prick-tip to begin splashing and landing almost everywhere. Much of it on Shelly’s tits, but several spurts actually finding a place along my wife’s back. And though he had removed his prick, Jack had quickly replaced it with his fingers, almost digging inside his wife’s cunt as though looking for something. Which in a way, I guess he was. Shelly’s trigger! Whatever he did, or however he did it, the next thing I saw was this liquid gush of clear liquid, almost like water, suddenly spurting up and out of Shelly’s pussy. To my amazement, she seemed to just hold it that way. This continued spray, this fountain of female nectar, which by now was literally saturating the floor in front of her. It slowed briefly, almost stopping, only to spurt again for a brief moment, one or two additional little parting shots as Shelly finally came down from her climax.
I only then realized, I too had somehow managed to fill my own wife’s waiting mouth as she looked up towards me, licking her lips…faint traces of my spending still clinging to her lips.
“Fucking A!” I exclaimed, and then heard everyone laugh, a tension breaker perhaps, though it was well needed at the moment.
Gathering ourselves, though not our clothing, we all headed back outside once again for refreshments, as well as a chance to personally collect ourselves. Something I at least, really needed. I still wasn’t sure what to make of all this. Or how I would necessarily feel about it later.
But I knew as I sat there sipping my drink as we all seemed to settle into a friendly, now comfortable dialogue with one another, even while still nude, that things would no doubt, never be the same again.
To be continued?