Competition Opens a New World

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It was the summer of 1984. I came back with my sister after our 40-minute morning jog with sweat drenching our clothes, partially 'cause of the jog and partially 'cause it was hot. As soon as we entered the house, we went for a quick shower, with her heading to her room and me to the guest bathroom. When I came out, I saw Mom sitting on the couch in front of the TV in the living room. Since today was a Saturday, all three of us were in a relaxed mood.

"How's your leg now?" Bel asked Mom, coming out of her room in a top and shorts, with a towel wrapped around her shoulder-length blonde hair.

Mom was sitting on the couch in an old top and jeans.

"It's much better now. I didn't go with you guys today 'cause I wanted to give it a rest. I'll go tomorrow."

"Hey listen, this magazine is holding a competition. Whoever recreates the naughtiest photo of their childhood will win a three-day all-paid trip for two to James Island," Mom said, picking up a magazine lying on her lap. (James Island is like Hawaii but smaller.)

"Whaddya mean?" Bel asked as she sat down on the couch opposite me.

"Your uncle Erik called yesterday and told me about this competition. It's very easy. Say, there's a funny or naughty photo of me when I was a child. Now, I've to recreate that exact photo and send both the childhood one and this one to them, and they'll select the best one. There are loads of photos of me and Erik, and there are loads of you two. So, let's give it a shot."

Erik was her elder brother. He was a year older than her.

"But only one photo will win," I reminded her.

"If you two win, I'll pay for the trip and come with you. If I win, I'll pay for you two. We can save at least one ticket. Erik won't come as he has been to James Island twice and he didn't like it."

"Mom, we don't have any funny photos anyway," I announced as I got up to get apple juice.

"We'll see. I'm sure there are loads in the attic. Erik has one of me and him."

"What's it?" Bel asked as she pulled her shorts all the way up and started lightly hitting her bare thighs with her fists.

"He'll bring it around later."

After breakfast, all three of us went up to the attic but didn't find any suitable photos. All were pretty lame ones. In the afternoon, Mom said Grandma had some, so we'd go to her house in the evening.

Uncle Erik was also there when we reached Grandma's house. Though 38 years old, he was still enjoying his single status. That he was 6'2", had blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a ripped body didn't hurt either.

With dinner done, Mom, Erik, and Grandma went to the garage to look for photos while I, Bel, and Grandpa went to the backyard as Bel loved the swing. Whenever we came to Grandma's house, she had to use the swing. On a trip to Asia, Grandpa saw an old-style swing, and he decided to have a similar one in his house. She stood up on the swing and held on to the ropes on the sides tightly as Grandpa placed both his hands not on her back or even her hips but on her firm and smooth ass and pushed her 5'6" body hard. She was now wearing a short skirt, and as she swung back and forth, her purple panties became visible, but she kept swinging, and Grandpa continued to push her higher and higher with his hands on her ass.

Mom and others returned after 15-20 minutes from the garage and told us they had found suitable photos and asked us to come inside the house. Once inside, Bel and I sat down with Erik in the kitchen and Grandma served us ice creams as Mom and Grandpa looked at the photos.

On the way back to the house, Bel asked Mom whether she got all the photos she wanted. Mom replied that she got some from Grandma's house and one Erik brought.

"Show us," Bel said.

"It's in the trunk. I'll show them at home," Mom answered.

"Did Grandpa say anything when he saw you in this skirt?"

"He said it was looking beautiful. I thanked him," Bel, sitting in the passenger seat in front, replied.

"Grandma told me he spent a long time looking for it. He's given another skirt and top for you," Mom added.

Bel instantly bent down to look for it, but Mom told her the bag was in the trunk. As soon as we reached home, Bel opened the trunk and took the bag to her room. Mom and I were waiting for her in the living room when she came out in a lace-cropped top that ended midway on her stomach, leaving her belly button exposed, and a deep neck that wasn't revealing much as she was wearing a bra.

"It looks gorgeous, but you're supposed to wear it without anything under it. The bra is spoiling the whole look. Take it off and come back," Mom suggested.

"But Mom, the neck's too deep," she said.

"Go on, try it. And wear the skirt, too," Mom persisted.

Bel went back to her room and came back in the top and skirt. Mom was right: the top was looking much more beautiful. The plunging neckline was exposing nearly half of her big breasts.

"You're looking amazing. Your grandpa's going to be so happy. This is his birthday gift for you," Mom announced as she watched Bel.

"But he has already given me that skirt. Isn't it too much?" Bel inquired as she looked at her round and firm breasts.

"No, it isn't. Isn't she looking lovely?" Mom turned her head and asked me.

I was, however, fully engrossed in watching my own sister's half-naked boobs, her smooth stomach, and her naked hips.

"Isn't she?" Mom repeated, but this time louder.

"Yeah, she's looking lovely. The top is gorgeous," I blurted out.

Then my eyes moved downwards. She was wearing a mini-skirt that was covering only her butt cheeks and had a slit that went all the way up, revealing not only her whole left leg but also giving a peek at her butt cheek from the side. The slit was also exposing the waistband of her panties.

"You are 18 now. If you don't wear them now, then when? Wear it when you're with Karl, he'll love it. Now go change," Mom ordered.

Bel looked at Mom and then at her top and skirt. Without saying anything, she went back to change.

After we had changed into pajamas, Mom called us to her room and told us Grandma, Grandpa, and Erik would come to our house tomorrow to shoot the pictures for the competition. Then we'd go to Grandma's house, have lunch there, and shoot the remaining photos there. She opened an envelope and took out the pictures.

In one photo, I'm standing in only underwear in Grandma's backyard, and Bel's standing in front of me with her back toward me in diapers, and my one hand is across her bare chest and the other across her stomach.

"I've seen this one," I said.

"Look, how lovely you both look," Mom nodded.

"Mom, do you really wanna recreate this?" Bel inquired, looking at Mom with her blue eyes.

"Yes, this is a very lovely photo," Mom said.

"But Mom, people will see these photos," Bel continued.

"This is for the competition. Anyway, only we'll be there when we shoot the photos."

"Uncle Erik won't come?" I inquired.

"He's family," Mom replied.

"What's the other photo?" I asked.

In the second one, Mom's holding a yellow rubber duck in one hand, and Erik is chasing her in Grandma's bathroom. Erik is in white underwear and Mom's stark naked.

"Are you really gonna do this?" I asked, getting up from the bed and looking at the photo again and then at Mom.

"Your grandma said this could win the prize and your grandpa agrees. The magazine will cover all the important bits, so no one would be able to see anything."

"But isn't it too much? I mean, you were small kids then so this isn't weird, but now?" Bel commented.

"It's just a photo," Mom replied as she took the photo from us and put it back in the envelope.

"Here's the third one," she said, giving us the photo.

In the photo, Mom's sitting on a couch in our house in the living room, and I'm on her lap. Her green tube top is down to her hips, and she's naked from the waist up. One of her pink nipples is in my mouth.

"I've never seen this one," I said as I gaped at her voluptuous breasts.

I was aware that her boobs were big, but this was the first time I was seeing them.

"It was in your grandpa's old cupboard. This one was also there, but unfortunately, we cannot recreate it," she said as she handed us another photo.

This one had Dad, a friend of Dad, and Grandpa. Dad's friend Thomas and Grandpa are sitting on a couch, and Dad is on the next couch with Mom. While my mouth is on Mom's tit, Dad is cupping Mom's other breast and pulling it away from me toward his mouth. Thomas and Grandpa are laughing. Suddenly I began missing Dad. He sadly died a few years ago in a car crash.

"Who took this photo?" Bel wondered aloud.

"Your dad's friend Mathew."

"Why are their balloons?" I inquired, looking at the balloons on the wall.

"What balloons?" Mom said.

"Do you mean these ones?" Bel asked as she pointed at the balloons.

"Yeah, what else?" I snapped.

"I thought you meant the other ones," Bel replied, winking at me.

"I heard that," Mom remarked.

"It's your second birthday. You got so many gifts that day. Nearly everybody was there."

"What about my birthday?" Bel wondered.

"You also got many gifts. I think some are still in Grandma's house. Both Grandma and Grandpa said the more photos we send the better chance we have. So, instead of two, we should send three. Erik thinks the one of you and me has the best chance. What do you think?" she asked as she lifted her blue eyes and looked at me.

"Yeah, sending more makes sense," I commented.

"Good. Tomorrow we'll shoot the photos."

"What's the last photo?" I asked.

"It's nothing. It was there, so I brought it." Mom handed the photo to us.

Dad is standing and in front of him is Mom, who at 5'8" is just two inches shorter than him. Next to her is her friend Vera and behind Vera is her husband. All four are standing in the room we were in. All four are completely naked. Dad has his hands across her chest, with his palms covering the bottom part of her bosom, including the nipples, leaving the top part totally bare. Mom has her palms on her pussy, with her fingers pointing down, and her long legs and toned thighs are naked. Vera and her husband are also standing in the same pose. I also noticed that though Mom's hiding the area between her legs with her hands, her bush is visible.

"We lost a bet. The bet was to see who'd raise the most money for the homeless shelter. Anders and Agnes beat us," Mom explained.

"Who took the photo?" I inquired.

"Agnes."

Anders was Dad's friend and Agnes was his wife. I wanted to keep looking at Mom's big breasts, her long legs, and her toned thighs, but she told us she was sleepy, so I gave the photo back to her and left her room with Bel, whose silence told me she was as confused as me, but right now I needed to take care of something, so I hurriedly said good night to her and went straight to my room and to the bathroom.

The next day, a Sunday, Grandma, Grandpa, and Erik came to our house after breakfast. On the way, Grandma bought a green tube top for Mom. Thankfully, in the photo I'm wearing a plain sweatshirt and blue jeans, so we didn't need to buy them. I had changed into a sweatshirt and jeans. Bel was wearing the lace-cropped top and the mini-skirt as Mom wanted Grandpa to see her in that.

"La bella donna, Bel," Erik exclaimed, spreading his arms toward Bel.

"You look beautiful, my beautiful lady," he added, translating the Italian to English.

Grandma slowly walked to Bel and, putting her hands on Bel's naked hips, observed her closely from top to bottom.

"You are beautiful," Grandma concurred as she bent her head and, pushing Bel's blonde hair behind her ears, kissed her forehead.

"You've a lovely figure, so take care of it. I hope you're going for runs and swimming and don't eat garbage. Look how your mother takes care of herself. I want you to look like her 20 years from now. Got it?"

"I want you to look like Mother 40 years from now," Mom remarked.

"Don't be ridiculous. That's impossible. I'm special," Grandma winked at Bel.

"Now go thank your grandpa," she said as she turned her head and looked at Grandpa, sitting on the couch.

Grandpa patted his thighs as Bel walked toward him, and Bel sat down on his thighs with her half-exposed boobs inches away from his blue eyes. He placed one hand on her bare shoulders and the other on her naked thighs near her crotch.

"Let me take a photo," Erik declared as he took out the Canon camera.

"You can put your hands there," Mom told him.

"Yes, we know you're itching to put your hands there," Grandma commented, pointing at Bel with her head.

"She's my granddaughter, so why wouldn't I?" he queried as he placed his hand on her shoulder and, slightly moving the top with his fingers, kissed the bare skin of her shoulder.

He then turned Bel around, putting her ass right on his crotch, and, slipping his hands under her arms, put them on her breasts, with his palms touching the skin of her big bosom and his thumbs on her protruding nipples.

"Do you like the gift?" he inquired as he ran his eyes over her top and the mini-skirt.

Bel, who was sitting with her legs crossed and her butt cheek and panties showing under the mini-skirt, looked at his hands cupping her boobs, and said, "I love it. Thank you very much."

"Anything for my granddaughter."

"I feared you might not like this, but your grandma convinced me," he remarked, moving his hand to the slit in the skirt and touching the waistband of her panties.

Putting his whole hand on her butt cheek, he drew her body closer as Erik clicked the photos. When Erik was done, Bel got up, turned around, and said, "Thank you, Grandpa. It's really lovely."

"So this is the photo y'all will shoot," Grandma said, putting the photo on the coffee table in front of the couch in the living room.

"Just gimme a minute," Mom pleaded as she rushed to the bathroom.

Bel sat down on a chair with her knee raised up. Her position meant her panties under the mini-skirt were clearly visible, but she made no attempt to hide them.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mom finally stepped out wearing that tube top and pajamas and her wavy blonde hair tied in a bun.

"What took you so long?" Erik asked.

"I was finishing things," Mom replied.

"She was cutting the Amazon," Grandpa commented.

"I don't cut, I shave, and it wasn't Amazon," Mom announced as she sat down on the couch.

"This is gross," Bel remarked.

"Why?" Grandpa asked. "It's not like a man is taking her nipples in his mouth for the first time. Come on, get on with it."

Mom crossed her legs and pulled the top down to her waist, revealing her big boobs and her pink nipples. I went and lay down on her lap, putting my face on her thighs over her pajamas just under her right breast. Her left nipple, meanwhile, was above my sweatshirt.

"Lightly touch it with your fingers," Grandma ordered, picking up the photo and showing it to me.

I placed the tip of my fingers of both hands on her right boob. Mom moved her hand under my head, slightly lifting it, and brought my mouth to her nipple. Her right hand was on my cheek.

"Go on, take her nipple in your mouth," I heard Grandpa ordering me.

Mom nodded her head and smiled. I immediately took her tit in my mouth, locking my lips around it tightly.

"Be careful. Don't bite it," she whispered as she looked into my blue eyes.

"Tilt your head a little back, don't look at him, look straight," Grandma suggested to Mom.

"Yes, hold it like that," Erik told her.

He took two or three quick photos before saying, "It's done."

I got up and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. Since last night I was walking with a hard-on thinking about touching Mom's boobs and sucking her nipples, but now I wasn't aroused at all. I guess the presence of everybody killed the mood.

When Mom tried to get up, Erik told her to stay there. He told Mom to put her hands behind her head and arch her back. He took a couple of more photos as she arched her back, pushing her breasts forward, and he said, "Cup them from under like you're offering them to someone."

Mom puckered up her lips as if she was gonna kiss someone and, cupping her voluptuous boobs from under, offered her breasts to the camera.

"Excellent, excellent," exclaimed Erik. "Now..."

But Grandma cut him off.

"Enough of all this. Get up. We have to go."

Mom got up from the couch and pulled the top back up.

"I want a copy of all the photos," Mom told Erik.

"Me too," Grandpa said.

"What will you do?" Grandma asked him.

"I'll keep them. Y'all should thank me that I keep things properly," he growled as he got up.

Grandma picked up the photo envelope and we all headed to her home.

When Erik got out of his car there was something in his jeans pocket, so Mom said, "What's in your pocket?"

"Nothing."

"What's it?" Mom persisted.

He took out underwear from his pocket.

"Why are you carrying underwear?" Grandma asked.

"Are you going commando, son?" Grandpa inquired.

"No, Father. I always carry an extra, okay?"

"My son is hot-blooded," Grandma commented as she looked at him admiringly.

When we entered the house, Grandpa said to Bel, "I've one more gift for you."

"But Grandpa, you've already given me so many things."

"This will complete your birthday gifts. You don't turn 18 every year," he commented as he hurried to his room.

Her 18th birthday turned out to be pretty profitable. She got a watch from Erik, gold earrings from Grandma, shoes that she long wanted from Mom, and a Walkman from me.

"Come and pose here while Father gets the gift," Erik told her, signaling to a chair.

"Stand like this," he suggested, showing her the pose.

He took a couple of pictures of her standing there with her hands on her hips, her elbows resting on the back of the chair, her 5'6" body arched forward, and her boobs swaying over the chair, giving him a full view of her cleavage. Her blonde hair was caressing her arms and her blue eyes were directly looking at the camera.

"You should tell Karl to try this position," he remarked as he watched her bending down, referring to her boyfriend.

When Bel heard that her cheeks and ears turned red.

"Has he tried that position?" Grandma inquired with a smile on her face.

Bel straightened herself but didn't look at us or reply. Just then, Grandpa returned with the gift.

"Can I open it here?" Bel asked.

"Yes, of course, go ahead," he told her.

"This is very beautiful," Erik commented as Bel took out a bustier and matching panties from the box.

"Ulla helped me select it," Grandpa said, referring to Mom.

"Put it on," Grandma ordered.

"Here?" Bel wondered as she looked at us.

"Where else? We all are family here," Grandma remarked.

"I meant, I'll put it on in our house."

"I told you to start training them early, but you didn't," Grandma stared at Mom.

"I'll help you," Mom got up and hauled Bel to Grandma's room.

"Grandma, whaddya mean by training?" I inquired.

"Both of you're too conscious about your bodies. You're so handsome, your sister's so beautiful, but both of you worry too much about other people. You're always worried about what if he sees me, what if she sees me? Let's them see. Do you've scabies that you're so scared of showing your body?"

I just sat there listening to Grandma's rant. Thankfully, Mom and Bel returned.

"I told you, Father, she'd look lovely in this," Mom said to Grandpa.

The bustier was pushing up her already big breasts and revealing her whole cleavage. Since the nipple and the center areas were made of a thicker cloth, her nipples and belly button weren't visible, but the rest of her, including her side boobs and stomach, were on display. Meanwhile, the panties were hiding the crown jewel.

"This is what I was talking about. She's so beautiful, but she wants to keep everything covered up. Only that boy Karl can see. God forbid if we or anyone else see her," Grandma continued her rant.

Erik came to me and, handing me the camera, whispered, "Take my photo with her before Mother loses completely."

He called Bel to come near him. He placed one hand on her back and the other on her bare thigh and, lifting her leg wrapped it around his hip with her foot on his behind. He then put both his hands on her ass over her panties as she placed her arms around him, buried her bosom into his chest and turned her face, and looked right at the camera.

"You should try this position, too," Erik whispered.

After I took a couple of photos in that pose, he turned her around, now her back was toward him, and, raising her arms, placed her hands around his neck, which made her boobs spill out even more from the bustier, and slipped his thumbs under the panties' waistband and put his fingers on her pussy over the panties. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward, and pushed her ass into his crotch.

Erik kissed the bare skin of her shoulder and said, "Mother's right. You don't have anything to be ashamed of. Be more confident, be more bold."

She nodded her head as she walked back to Mom.

Grandma and Erik went to arrange things for the photo shoot while Grandpa and Mom went to the kitchen to eat something. Bel came and sat down on my thighs on the couch, with her knees raised and her feet on my legs. She put her arms around me, burying her face into my chest, and cuddled against me. I placed one hand on her back and the other on her bare thighs.

"What was Grandma going on about?" she inquired in a muffled voice.

"She's somewhat right. Let people think whatever they wanna think. You do whatever you want. We should be more like Mom. You saw how confidently she was posing with Dad's friends and Grandpa," I replied, moving my hand to her butt cheek.

"You mean take everything off? Will you do it?" she asked with her face still buried in my chest.

"I don't know if I can do it. Maybe I can. Actually, if you and Mom are.. you know, without clothes, I'd get more confidence. Doing it alone would be difficult," I admitted.

She raised her head, looked at me with her blue eyes, and slightly shifted her thigh as she felt my cock becoming bigger under her leg. I didn't react or say anything.

"I don't wanna see you walking like that all the time," she whispered, once again burying her face.

"I wanna see you," I commented as I lightly pinched her thigh and planted a kiss on her butt cheek.

"Grandpa also had a bulge when I was on his lap. He moved my legs, and his bulge was between me the whole time. I was like, is he gonna mount me right here?"

"You'd have liked that, wouldn't you? After all, you're his favorite," I remarked.

"I'm not. Anyway, did you find Mom posing with Uncle Mathew and others weird?"

"I'm sad she hasn't posed with me," I replied.

"What about me?" she queried as she raised her head and lightly hit my hard-as-a-rock cock over the jeans with her hand.

"You? I'll pose with you in all positions," I announced.

"Keep dreaming," she said as she turned around and lay on her back, with her half-naked boobs inches away from my mouth.

Bending my head, I cupped her left tit and took her right nipple hiding under her bustier in my mouth and bit it. Then I dragged her left boob toward my mouth, but she grabbed my hand and quickly turned her face toward my chest.

I knew that getting her left tit into my mouth meant fighting with her, so I slapped her ass over her panties and sat there with my one hand on her ass and the other on her back. She, meanwhile, was still cuddling against me.

I had one hand on Bel's stomach over her bustier and the other near her hip, with my palm on her crotch over her panties. Her arm was covering her eyes, revealing her smooth armpit as the bustier was sleeveless and the other hand over my hand on her stomach when Mom came and told me to shoot the pictures.

Hearing Mom's voice, Bel lifted her arm and opened her eyes. Bending down, Mom planted a kiss on Bel's lips and said, "You're looking very beautiful, sweetheart."

Mom aimed the camera lens at us and succeeded in taking our photo with my help, as the camera was new to her. We all went to Grandma's room, except Erik, and Mom began opening her hair and then took off her pajamas and waited for Erik in a top and panties.

Until now, I was noticing only Mom's big breasts, but now her ass was catching my attention. Her ample behind was as smooth as butter and as firm as a candle. She was swaying her hips as she walked and waited for Erik. But what was turning me on more was that she was walking in panties in front of us, including her own father.

"Yesterday, your father spent the whole evening going all over the city looking for a rubber duck. I don't know how, but he finally found a shop," Grandma said to Mom.

"Another reason to thank me," Grandpa stated.

Then Erik came wearing only white underwear.

"Where's the one you were wearing?" Grandma asked.

"In the washing machine."

"Be careful, this is white. Mother's used to seeing your stained underwear but we aren't," Mom warned him.

"You play with your rubber duck," he replied, giving her the yellow duck.

Mom got up from the bed and started taking off her top. Then in a bra and panties, she entered the bathroom, with all of us following behind her. Once inside, she took off her bra and then her panties and gave them to Bel, who handed her the duck.

"See, I told you she was mowing the Amazon," Grandpa reminded us.

He was right. She was completely hairless. Her pink pussy lips were clearly visible. Watching her standing there naked was a head-spinning experience. I was riveted to each and every inch of her body, especially her voluptuous boobs and the down under area. Mom saw me staring at her but didn't say anything, most probably 'cause others were there. Grandma opened the basin tap and sprinkled some water on Mom's neck, shoulders, and bosom as her upper body was a little wet in the original photo.

"Ulla, you keep your hands as if you're running and your legs separated, don't join them. Erik, you're chasing her, but keep your left elbow a little back, behind your body, and your left leg in front of your right one," Grandma looked at the photo and told Mom.

Mom went and stood in front of Erik, with her hair open and caressing her shoulders and her back toward him, and posed as if he was chasing her and she was running from him. I shot three or four photos, with Mom's boobs and crotch in the focus. I wanted to take a couple of Mom alone, but Erik had other ideas.

"Champ, take our photos," he said as he clasped his arms around her, pressing his crotch into her back and hugging her 5'8" body tightly from behind. He placed his cheek on her shoulder as she moved her hair to the other shoulder and rested her head on his shoulder.

I had no option, so I clicked their photos. After two photos, Erik told me to stop. With that done, Mom and Erik put their clothes back on. In the backyard, I took off my T-shirt and jeans and sat down on a chair in my underwear, with Grandpa and Erik standing nearby. Then Bel came with Grandma and Mom.

As they came out, I heard Bel saying, "I don't do such things."

"What does Karl do then?" Mom retorted, referring to Bel's boyfriend.

"Now what happened?" Grandpa inquired.

"She's saying she doesn't want Manus' hands on her," Mom explained, referring to me.

"Manus, keep your hands to yourself," Grandpa ordered.

"Yeah, I don't like boys touching me," Bel said as she walked straight to me holding a can of beer in her hand.

"Those voices I hear coming from your room are of you and Karl discussing the weather, right?" Mom commented.

"Leave her alone. In this photo she's sullen, so this is perfect. Don't smile, laugh, or anything. Stay like this," Erik said. (I was actually surprised she said yes in the first place. She later told me she agreed to do it 'cause after Mom did it, she knew she had to agree, or Mom and Grandma would have gone on and on about it.)

In the original photo, she's wearing diapers, but now she was only in white panties. Just like the rest of our family, she had blue eyes and blonde hair. And just like Mom, she had a big pair. Bel crossed her arms around her chest and stood there without saying anything.

"Come on, Manus, we don't have the whole day. Let's wrap this up," Mom said to me.

I got up and stood up with my back toward a tree. Bel came and stood in front of me, with her back toward my 5'10" body. I placed one arm midway on her stomach, with my fingertips on her belly button, and the other arm across her chest, with my hand on her left breast.

"Why are you acting like this?" I whispered.

"Just irritating them," she whispered back.

"That's not correct," Mom told me.

"Grab her tightly. See the photo," she said, showing me the photo.

So, I pressed her left boobs with my hand, with her right one pressed against my arm. This meant my hand was cupping her left tit and tightly pressing both of them. My face was near her left shoulder and my crotch was touching her behind.

"Don't move," Erik ordered as he clicked photos.

When he was done, she lifted my hand off her breast and, crossing her legs, sat down on the chair in her panties.

"Aren't you gonna put on something?" Mom asked her.

Bel silently sipped her beer. Since it was already lunchtime, we all went to the dining room to enjoy the food Grandpa had cooked. During lunch, Grandpa asked Mom if she wanted to put the photos in picture frames. When Mom said yes, he told her he'd make the frames for her. Mom told him she wanted standard-size frames, not too big or too small.

"You should also come with us, Grandma," I said.

"Come where?"

"To the James Island."

"No, y'all go. Your Grandpa just sits on the beach and looks at girls, that's all he does."

"Should I look at men?" he said, winking at us.

"Are you going to stay like this?" Grandma asked Bel, who was still in her panties, in the middle of the lunch.

"I've an idea. How about we all go topless?" Erik said.

"Not me," Grandma replied.

"Oh, come on, Mother," Erik pleaded.

"Trust me, you don't want to see them," Grandma commented. "Even he doesn't want to," she said, pointing at Grandpa.

"That's not true," he said.

"Okay, then," Grandma remarked as she started unbuttoning her shirt and then took off her bra, putting both of them on her lap.

Seeing her do that, Erik began taking off his T-shirt.

"Come on, Father and you," Erik said, looking at Grandpa and me.

I saw Grandpa take his T-shirt off, so I also took it off.

"What's up with you?" Erik asked Mom, who was sitting on the couch.

"Nothing."

"Then why aren't you taking it off?"

"Because I don't want to," Mom replied, putting her legs on the couch and lying down.

"My lovely, beautiful sister, how naïve you are," he said as he jumped on the couch and, grabbing her arms, sat down on her, putting his crotch on her thighs.

"Father, tell him to get off me," Mom shouted.

But Grandpa didn't intervene.

Erik remarked, "What are you hiding under it? Show us," as he pushed his hands under her top.

He grabbed her tits under the bra and tried to push her bra down, but she shoved him away with her hands. So he tried again. This time, he pushed her top up, right to her neck, and in one swift movement, pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts. Placing his hands on her bosom, he put his face between her boobs and began kissing the area between her tits as his eyes stared at her eyes. Mom once again tried to get away, but he wasn't moving.

"Enough of all this, let's get on with it," Grandpa shouted.

Erik removed his face from her boobs and sat down on his knees. Now that Erik wasn't on top of her, Mom also sat up. He held the ends of her top with his fingers and lifted it over her head. He bent down, with his chest touching her pink nipples and his cheek rubbing against her cheek, and taking his arms behind her back, he unbuckled her bra.

Mom gave a peck on his cheek and, taking the bra from him, put it on the couch. He held her breasts in his hands and planted a kiss on each nipple. They then got off the couch and joined us at the dining table. All of us were now sitting completely topless. I saw that though Grandma's breasts had lost some of their perkiness, they were as big as Mom's, if not bigger.

She saw me looking at her boobs and pink nipples and, giving me a smile, said, "Not bad, right? Thank you for appreciating them. See, he appreciates them."

When I heard her say that, my face turned bright red, and I could feel sweat forming on my forehead. I immediately lowered my gaze and kept staring at the table as my mind raced between getting up and running away and letting the ground swallow me. Though my head was bowed, I could feel them looking at me.

"I appreciate them, too. I've always appreciated them," Grandpa commented.

"Father, you go and stand behind Mom and Ulla," Erik said to Grandpa, referring to Grandma and Mom.

Grandpa got up and, putting his hands on Grandma and Mom's bare shoulders, stood behind them as Erik focused his camera on them.

"See, he can't bring his hands to touch them," Grandma commented, looking up at her husband.

"You woman!" Grandpa growled as he bent down between Grandma and Mom and, putting his arms on their shoulders, placed one hand on her left breast and the other on Mom's right tit, covering them under his palms.

"See, how he's barely even touching me and how he's touching her," Grandma remarked, looking at Grandpa's hand on Mom's breast.

I don't know why she said that, as Grandpa was touching them more or less in the same way.

"Squeeze them," Mom said as she turned her head, looked at Grandpa and Grandma, and smiled.

Grandpa bent down again and this time he cupped Grandma and Mom's boobs tightly and squeezed them.

"Thank you for making the effort, dear," Grandma commented.

Then Erik handed me the camera and, after cupping Grandma's and Mom's tits, he bent down between Mom and Bel.

"I hope you don't mind," he said to Bel.

"I don't care," she replied.

Erik shrugged his bare shoulders and placed one arm on her breast and the other on Mom's and cupped them as I clicked the photos. Then he slipped his hands under each boob and lifted them as if he was weighing them.

"You're catching up fast with your mother," he remarked, looking at Bel's tits.

"She still has time. She's just 18," Grandma added.

Bel was a year younger than me.

"And I'm 37 and a mother of two," Mom reminded him.

"They are still yummy," he commented as he placed his hands on both her boobs and began caressing them.

"Only you find them yummy," Mom frowned.

"Don't be ungrateful," Grandpa, who was sitting opposite her, warned.

"Your turn now," Erik told me.

So, I got up and, bending my body, stood behind Grandma and Mom, with my arms on their shoulders and hands over their breasts, with my palm lightly brushing against their nipples.

"Do it properly, man," Erik ordered.

I looked at him as I had no idea what he wanted me to do.

"Squeeze them hard, like Father did. I want them spilling out from your hand. Grab them and squeeze them hard."

"He's an animal. He thinks they should be squeezed like lemons. Don't be like him. Be gentle," Mom told me, pointing at Erik with her eyes.

I put my arms under their arms and, grabbing their tits, squeezed them hard, making them spill out. Mom tilted her head back and looked at me, while Grandma just sat straight as Erik took the photo. After Erik was done, I removed my hands from Grandma's breasts and put them on Mom's and Bel's boobs and cupped them tightly.

"That's good. Milk them," Erik said.

I placed my hands under their tits and pushed them up, bringing their nipples toward my mouth. Mom leaned her head on my arm and looked at the camera, while Bel turned her face and stared at me as Erik wrapped up the photo session.

When Grandma and Mom got up, Erik put his arms around Grandma's bare back, and she buried her well-endowed bosom into his naked broad chest.

"Mother, I miss you," Erik commented, hugging Grandma tightly.

"He means he misses them," Mom remarked as she looked at Grandma's breasts.

"I know. He's my boy," Grandma replied, planting a kiss on Erik's neck.

"I miss them, too," Erik admitted, moving his hand and cupping Grandma's tit.

"My lovely boy," Grandma said as she broke the embrace, picked up her clothes, and began putting them on.

We also started getting dressed. After putting on our clothes, we came back home. Slowly I began noticing a change in Mom. She became more comfortable with her body.

One day, she was getting ready for work when I entered her room and saw that she was taking off her bra. Now, usually, she kept the door locked when she was changing or would immediately ask me to get out. This time, however, she just stood there and said, "You want something?" when she saw me turning on my heels to get out of the room. "Come here," she added.

"I'll come late as I'll be out with Ingrid and others," I told her without looking at her, referring to my girlfriend.

"Pick that up, please," she said, pointing at a bra on the bed.

I walked slowly toward her, still keeping my eyes on the ground, and gave it to her without looking up.

"Help me put it on," she ordered.

I took it back from her. My hands were shaking as I stood there in front of her, with her voluptuous breasts right in front of my mouth. I slipped her hands into the straps and then went behind her to buckle them. However, the buckles were anything but easy. After struggling for what seemed like hours, I finally managed to buckle them.

"Thank you," she remarked as she pushed the cups up with her hands and adjusted the bra.

I immediately left the room to jerk off. The next day, after coming back from work, she changed into shorts and a top that looked one size small and no bra. The shape of her big breasts was clearly visible, and her nipples were poking out.

"The balloons are flying freely," Bel said as we sat down for dinner.

"Huh?"

"Your balloons are without support today," Bel pointed at her boobs with her eyes.

"Concentrate on your food," Mom replied, as she lifted her arms and tied her wavy blonde hair into a bun, pushing her tits out.

I, meanwhile, stole as many glances as I could at her breasts.

Two days later, Mom picked me up from school, and we headed to collect Bel from a pool where Bel swam three times a week with her friends. Mom was taking us shopping. We headed to buy jeans for me, but on the way, Mom stopped the vehicle in front of a store.

"Why are we stopping here?" I inquired.

"Because your sister needs new swimsuits and other things."

"Mom, I don't need a swimsuit. I already have them," Bel pleaded.

"You're getting new ones, and that's that," Mom announced as she opened the door and stepped out.

The store, in the middle of other clothing outlets, had the name Amy written in a big golden color, and the façade was completely opaque, which meant the interior wasn't visible from outside. Inside, a lone woman, who appeared to be in her 50s, was sitting behind the cashier's desk. She looked at us and went back to reading a magazine. All I saw were dresses, skirts, tops, etc. I was like, why am I here?

Mom, however, didn't stop and kept walking. At the back of the store, there were only underwear and bikinis. Mom picked up a couple of bikinis and gave them to Bel.

"I don't want them," Bel replied, keeping the bikinis back on the rack.

"You wear one piece, and I don't like them. These will look good on you," Mom suggested.

"There are boys at the pool, Mom."

"So? You've a great figure. You're beautiful. What are you ashamed of? Wear these," Mom ordered, handing her a strapless bikini top and a different colored bottom and a halter bikini top and a bottom.

She then started searching for bras and panties while Bel and I just stood there and watched. Bel finally got tired and asked, "Anything good?"

Mom put her hand in a skin-colored bra and panties, and her whole hand was visible.

"This is good, take it," Mom suggested.

"I've never worn a transparent one. What will I do?" Bel remarked.

"Wear them, what else," Mom answered, staring at her.

"Okay."

Giving the set to Bel, she handed her another pair.

"What about you?" Bel asked.

"I've enough," Mom replied.

"It will be my treat," Bel said as she took out another pair of sheer skin-colored bra and panties and a black strapless bra and panties.

With that done, we went to the front of the store and began looking at some dresses. Mom handed me three dresses and started walking to the fitting rooms, with me following her.

She tried all three dresses and selected two. One was a formal shoulderless cocktail dress and the other was a mini-dress that was so short that her whole thighs were naked and a neck so deep that everything above her nipples was visible.

"This is gorgeous," Bel commented on her mini-dress.

"Whaddya think?" Mom asked me.

"Don't wear it when you're meeting clients," I suggested.

"They'd love it. It's lovely," Mom said, admiring the dress.

Mom bought a thigh-length white transparent nightgown with lace at the bottom and on the shoulders for Grandma, two dresses for herself, and Bel bought a short leather skirt, three tops, and the bras and panties.

Then we went to buy jeans for me and had dinner in a restaurant. At home, Mom again tried the dresses. She took off her top and jeans, revealing her black bra and panties, and stood in front of the mirror in the shoulderless dress.

"It looks good, Mom," Bel said.

Mom turned around and admired how it was hugging her ass and how it was accentuating her voluptuous boobs. After looking at it for a good two to three minutes, she took it off and picked up the deep-neck one. Then she took off the bra and stood there only in the mini-dress and panties.

"No bra?" I inquired.

"No bra," Mom replied.

"Maybe this is too much," she commented when she saw in the mirror how much breasts it was revealing.

"I think it looks lovely," I remarked.

"You're a man, you'd obviously like that," Mom commented.

"No, he's right. It looks beautiful on you," Bel suggested.

"It fits perfectly," Mom agreed as she looked at herself from every angle.

"Okay, I'll wear it somewhere," she said, picking up the transparent bra and panties for Bel.

"Have you worn sheer ones?" Bel inquired.

"Yes. Fredrik loves them. He's the one who told me about this shop," Mom answered, referring to a man she was seeing.

While they were talking, I was staring at my own mom's exposed boobs.

"Okay, let's try them," Bel agreed as she took the bras and panties and started walking to the bathroom to change.

"Where are you going? Put them on here. We have already seen everything," Mom suggested.

Bel looked at us and took off her top and shorts and then her bra and panties. She put on the transparent bra and panties, went in front of the mirror, and looked at her nearly naked body. Her big breasts were filling up the bra, with her ample cleavage spilling out, and her pink nipples and pussy lips visible.

"I'm sure Karl would love them," Mom said as she lightly slapped Bel's ass.

"Even they like it. They are standing up," Mom commented.

"It's cold," Bel murmured as she looked down at her nipples.

"Yeah, cold in summer, sure," Mom continued.

Now it was the turn of the halter bikini top and bottom.

"It looks lovely, doesn't it," Mom asked me.

"Yes, it does."

"But it's open too much in the front," Bel remarked.

She wasn't wrong. Since it was a halter top with a thin strap at the end and she had a big pair, the whole front of her bosom was out in the open.

"How's the bottom?"

"It fits," Bel told her.

"Karl would love it. Believe me. Now try the other one."

Bel did not say anything and began putting on the strapless top and the bottom.

"How's it?" Mom asked.

"It's beautiful," Bel admitted, adjusting the top.

"Just make sure you don't get a hickey, or it will show. Is the bottom okay?"

"Yes. I hope the top doesn't come off."

Mom placed her fingers on Bel's breasts and stretched the top to test its fit.

"It won't come off. Don't worry about that," Mom assured her.

"You also try," I said to Mom.

"I know how they look," Mom answered.

"Oh, come on. Try them, please," I begged.

Mom bent down and put her hands on the waistband of her panties.

"What are you doing, Mom?" Bel whispered.

"Changing, what else?"

"Go to the bathroom," Bel murmured.

"Why? Both of you've seen me," she replied as she pushed her panties down, showing her pussy to us. She then put the panties on.

"They are transparent, aren't they?" Mom remarked.

I looked down at the area between her legs and nodded my head. Bel did the same.

"They are naughty though," Mom commented as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Stay like that," I ordered as I brought a camera and clicked them standing next to each other, with their nipples and pussies showing.

They then placed their hands on each other's hips and turned their back toward me as I shot more photos from behind.

"Turn around and put your hands in your hair like this," I suggested.

"So, now you're a director?" Mom commented as she lifted her arms and put her hands in her wavy blonde hair, pushing her voluptuous boobs out.

Bel did the same.

"Okay, now hug."

"Like this?" Mom asked as she placed her hands on Bel's bare hips and hugged her from the front, pressing her breasts into Bel's chest.

"Join us," Mom said, adding, "Give me the camera."

So, I went and stood behind Mom in my T-shirt and pajamas and put my hands on her shoulders.

"Come closer," she said as she took my hands and put them on her breasts, with my chin resting on her shoulder, my crotch touching her panties, and my hands cupping both her tits from below with my arms going under her armpits.

Mom, who was between Bel and me, put her arm across Bel's boobs and held the camera with the other hand. After taking a couple of photos in that pose, she gave the camera back to me.

"You said mine were standing up. Well, your brother is saluting," Mom said to Bel, as she took off the bra and picked up the top.

"Whaddya mean?" Bel inquired.

I looked at Mom with my eyebrows raised as I, too, didn't understand it.

"Well, let's just say his tent was pushing against my back," Mom explained, giving me a smile.

"He's disgusting," Bel remarked as she picked up her clothes and left the room.

Mom took off her skin-colored panties, and, wearing absolutely nothing, began putting them and the bra in the drawer. She was obviously aware that I was watching every bit of her naked body, including her shaved pussy, but she did not attempt to hide it. She then gave me her black bra and panties and asked me to put them in the dirty clothes basket. She took out an old shirt from the cupboard and pajamas and put them on right in front of me.

At night, I went to the attic and developed the pictures. The next evening, we were having dinner when Mom asked Bel whether her friends liked her new bikini. Bel told her they did.

"Did Karl say anything?"

"You were right. He loved it. Now he wants me to wear only two pieces."

Little later, I was watching TV in the living room when Mom asked, "Were you developing the photos in the attic?"

"Hmm. Yeah."

"Show them to me."

I went to my room and got them. She sat down on the couch and looked at them patiently. Then she stood up and went to the attic.

"I've brought some frames. Let's put them in the frames."

"Where will you put the frames?" I inquired as I was genuinely curious where she'd put the photos showing her and Bel naked and all three of us touching each other.

"In the bedroom, where else? Or, maybe, in the bathroom."

"What if someone sees them?" I wondered aloud.

"So? What's wrong with these photos? You worry too much."

"Do you have the roll?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Good. You can keep copies if you want."

She began putting them in the frames and then hung the one that had all three of us on the bedroom wall along with the one that had Mom and Bel standing next to each other, with their nipples and pussies showing. The rest went into an album. Bel came back just before dinner and went to Mom's room and saw the photos hanging on the wall.

"I don't want Fredrik to see them," she informed Mom.

"I don't bring him here anymore," Mom responded.

Bel didn't like Fredrik 'cause he was always checking her out.

When Mom came back from work the next day, she was carrying a large bag.

"What's this?" Bel asked.

"Tomorrow's a Saturday, so I thought we'd watch movies tonight," she replied, taking out a VCR from the bag.

"Is it Uncle Erik's?" I inquired.

"Yes, he has given it for the weekend, along with some movies. We'll watch them after dinner."

I instantly put my hand in the bag and took out the tapes. Bel also rushed near me. There were four movies: Airplane, 9 to 5, Blue Lagoon, and 10.

"What's this?" Bel queried, showing the tape of 10 to Mom.

"Erik said we'd like it," Mom remarked.

I also hadn't heard of that movie though the cover image of a beautiful woman running in a swimsuit made me hopeful.

"Erik has also given two movies for you. They are in the inside pocket," Mom informed me as she went to freshen up.

I took out the tapes and the cases were simply plain, no image, no text, nothing. They didn't even have the names of the movies anywhere.

"Can't we watch them now," Bel said.

"No, after dinner. I'm hungry," Mom shouted from her room.

"We should also get a VCR," I suggested.

But she didn't reply.

"What are they?" Bel asked, looking at the two tapes I was holding in my head.

"Beats me. I hope they are war movies or kung fu. I love kung fu movies," I replied.

After dinner, we sat down in front of the TV, with Bel, wearing a loose top and pajamas, on the couch. Holding a cup of coffee and potato chips, Mom, who was in a thin white top without a bra and shorts, sat down on a chair near my legs, with her back toward us. I was on the rug, with my head resting against the couch next to Bel's feet.

We first watched Airplane and all three of us laughed all the way. Then Mom, who was sitting closest to the VCR, put on Blue Lagoon.

"Have you seen it?" she turned her head and asked me.

"No, but I've heard its name."

"It was a very big hit some years ago," Mom added.

Initially, it was going fine, but soon Brooke Shields began displaying her body.

"She's beautiful," Mom commented without removing her eyes from the screen.

"Let's watch some other movie," Bel suggested.

"It's a nice movie. It was one of the biggest hits," Mom countered.

"She's very young," I said as I stared at Brooke Shield's perky boobs.

"She's Bel's age, I think," Mom informed us as she turned her head and looked at us.

"You go and sit on the couch and let Bel come here," Mom ordered, pointing at the rug.

"Why?" I asked.

"You'd be more comfortable there. Get up."

"I'm fine," I protested.

She just kept staring at me, so I got up and swapped places with Bel. Mom got up from the chair and, throwing a tissue box to me, said, "Keep it with you."

For a few seconds, I did not understand why she asked me to change places or gave me the tissue box, but as the film progressed, I got it. Sitting on the couch meant both Mom and Bel had their backs toward me, which in turn meant I could adjust my cock without them noticing it. And I was forced to adjust it continuously as it was hard as a rock. Thankfully, I didn't need the tissues.

After the two movies ended, Bel pointed at the two tapes and asked, "What are these?"

"I think they are 'adult' films for Manus. Let's see what they are," Mom commented.

I had no idea what they were, so I put them on.

"I've seen this one," Mom announced as Debbie Does Dallas started.

"Put the other one," Mom said.

I quickly took the tape out and slipped the second one.

"I've seen this one also. This was a big, big hit," Mom remarked when Deep Throat started.

I jumped and stopped it.

"Where did you see all these?" I inquired, turning my head and looking at her.

"This one was a blockbuster, everyone was talking about it. I saw it with Catherine and Judith," referring to her friends. "And the other one with Fredrik," referring to the guy she was dating.

"Have you seen any adult film?" Mom asked Bel.

When Bel didn't reply, Mom said, "Okay, has Karl made you watch an adult movie?"

"Once," Bel answered without looking at us.

"And I'm sure you've seen?"

I turned my head toward the TV, away from them, and whispered yes.

"Start it," Mom said.

"I don't want to watch it," Bel announced as she got up.

"Sit down. You might learn something from it," Mom ordered.

Like Bel, I, too, wanted to get up as I didn't want to watch it with them, but Mom's tone told me that getting up wasn't an option.

"I don't think we should watch it. Manus also doesn't want to watch it," Bel repeated.

Mom looked at me and commented, "Oh, come on. It's not like both of you are kids. We are watching it for 10 minutes."

"Remember Manus, don't be selfish. Make sure you make the woman happy, too," Mom remarked when Linda Lovelace began talking about not having an orgasm.

I stayed silent.

A little later Bel said, "How do they do it?"

"Sweetheart, whaddya mean? How they do what?" Mom queried without turning her head toward us.

"With so many men."

"Variety is the spice of life. Plus, practice makes you perfect," Mom added as she began fast-forwarding the movie.

Then she paused the film and said to Bel, "For example, learn to do this. It's called deep throat. You should be able to take all of it."

Bel cleared her throat and murmured, "How come she's not choking?"

"You won't choke, sweetheart. It's not easy, but with practice, it becomes easier. Men love it. Here, Linda's saying she wants a big one, but remember, size isn't everything. How he does is the main thing."

"That's how I taught your sister to shave," Mom turned her head and said to me.

On the screen, Linda Lovelace was sitting on the toilet with her legs wide open and shaving her pussy.

"Who taught you, Mom?" Bel inquired.

"Nobody. I saw it in a magazine and showed it to Kasandra, but she told me she didn't want to shave it. I thought I'd try it, and I liked it."

"Okay, that's enough for today. Now go to sleep, it's already very late," she ordered as she began walking to her room.

I rushed to the guest bathroom and took care of my raging cock. After waiting for around 30 minutes, I went back to the living room and watched both Deep Throat and Debbie Does Dallas.

After breakfast, I was in my room when I heard Mom's voice and a knock on the door. She opened the door and said, "Karl's here. That day your sister claimed that she and Karl were all saints, that they never did anything 'bad,' let's see if she was telling the truth."

"Whaddya mean?" I asked.

"Just follow me and bring the camera with you."

From the backyard, there's a small wooden gate that opens to a dirt track that leads to bushes and trees. Nobody lives or goes there apart from us 'cause it's way off the beaten track. Mom was walking ahead of me very carefully, avoiding stepping on dry leaves as she didn't want to make any noise. She then suddenly stopped and crept behind a bush. I followed her lead and crept next to her. On the grass, next to the trees and bushes, were Bel and Karl. She was lying on her back, and Karl's hands were on her stomach and his face between her legs. Both were naked.

"Here's your 'Sister' Belinda," she commented, using Bel's full name.

I kept watching and didn't reply.

"Take a photo and let's get out of here," Mom whispered.

But my eyes were transfixed on Karl eating my own sister's pussy.

"Are you gonna watch her now?" Mom wondered as she put her hand on my arm and tried to pull me away.

"Wait!" I muttered.

I took out the camera and began taking photos.

"This is our proof," I claimed when I saw Mom staring at me.

"Let's stay here. What if he hurts her?" I whispered without taking my eyes off them.

"I doubt he's hurting her," Mom remarked as Bel clasped her fingers around his raging cock and guided it to the down under area.

"Let's go," Mom whispered again and started walking back.

I slowly straightened my body and began walking behind her once again. We walked back to the house without exchanging a word. I went directly to the bathroom and took care of my hard-on, and Mom went back to her office work.

A little later, she came and said, "Develop the pictures and give them to me."

"Why?"

"Do as I say."

I went to the attic, developed the images, and handed her the copies. She took them and slipped them into the album. Two hours later, Bel came back alone in the short leather skirt and a denim top, which was held together by two buttons at the bottom, leaving the front part totally exposed.

At around three in the afternoon, I came out of the room and saw Mom in the living room.

"Where did you get this magazine from?"

"I bought it," she replied without taking her eyes off from the Penthouse she was reading.

I saw there were magazines strewn in front of her on the coffee table. There were Playboy, Hustler, Oui, and Juggs. On the other side of the table were Seventeen, Teen, and People. I wanted to pick up the Playboy, but I didn't 'cause I wasn't sure it was for her or me.

"They are for Bel. Yours are these," she pointed at the adult magazines when I picked up People.

"Go tell Bel that I've brought some magazines for her," she told me just as I sat down on the chair.

I had seen Hustler and the other magazines, except Oui, at friends' places, but never in my own house. Putting the People magazine back on the table, I went to Bel's room and saw her sketching a horse on the canvas. She followed me and Mom motioned at the magazines.

"Why did you get these?" Bel inquired, looking at Juggs, as she sat down on the couch near Mom's legs with the Seventeen magazine.

"They are for your brother. I'm sure he 'reads' them secretly. Now he can read them here," Mom replied, making air quotes with her fingers.

Without saying anything, I picked up Playboy and sat down on the chair.

"Did Karl like the skirt and the top?" Mom asked.

"Hmm. Yeah, he did."

"I've already put in the movie, could you please just press play?" Mom requested.

I thought she was gonna watch Airplane again or 9 to 5, but it was Debbie Does Dallas.

"Are you really gonna watch it now?" Bel, who was in a top and pajamas, queried.

"Yes, I want to see something. Just lower the volume. Thank you," she replied but kept reading Penthouse.

"Oh God, now more jugs!" Bel remarked as Debbie and her friends began undressing in the locker room.

"Do you guys just take off everything?" I wondered.

Mom did not reply, and Bel began fast-forwarding the movie.

"Stop fast-forwarding it," I shouted.

"Yes, Bel, let it play," Mom suggested.

"Why are they called Juggs?" Bel inquired as she bent forward and peered at the magazine.

"Tell her," Mom ordered without looking at me.

"You tell her."

"Why should I? You're always looking at them, so you tell her," she responded.

"I never look at them," I countered.

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe 'cause they carry milk like jugs carry water. Or, maybe men think they look like jugs," Mom suggested.

Bel picked it up and, after flipping some pages, put it back on the table and wondered aloud, "They have a magazine on this?"

"They have magazines on legs, too," Mom added.

"Men are weird," Bel remarked.

"It has a survey on virginity. I think I should take this survey," Mom commented, showing us the cover of Penthouse.

While we were talking, Debbie Does Dallas was still playing on the TV.

"Yes, you're an innocent child," Bel remarked.

"Just like me," I added.

Both raised their heads and looked at me.

Mom picked up Hustler and after looking at the photos for over five minutes, said, "I'm not trying to boast or anything, but I think I'd be much better than all these models. Just look at her."

She handed the magazine to Bel and then to Me. Mom wasn't wrong. Her body was way better than the model's.

"Instead of sending the photos to the magazine, you should send your photos to them," I suggested in jest.

"You underestimate me. I could have been something. I could have been a star," Mom declared, putting the magazine down and looking at Debbie Does Dallas.

"Even she's living her dream," Mom commented, looking at Debbie on the screen.

"Mom, would you do if someone... pays?" I asked as we watched a guy pay money to Debbie to touch her breasts.

She turned her head and stared at me for a few seconds.

"You think nobody will pay?" I continued when she turned her head away.

She didn't react and kept watching the movie.

"I'm sure someone will pay. I'm sure if you really search, you'll find someone willing to pay."

"Will you just shut up!" she snapped.

"Nobody's gonna pay for you. That's for sure," Bel declared.

I puckered my lips and blew a kiss toward her.

"Mom, have you seen anybody... doing it?" I asked when the screen showed a woman sitting on a couch and watching her husband screw Debbie.

"I have. There's nothing wrong with watching. Some people find it exciting but don't do it secretly. That is wrong. Whatever you're doing, first get permission. Let the other person know that you wanna do whatever you wanna do."

Mom asked Bel to stop the movie, went to her room, and called me. When I went to her, she asked me to get the camera from my room. I got the camera and was walking to her room when Bel, who was reading the Seventeen magazine, asked me what I was doing with the camera. I shrugged my shoulders, so she followed me.

Mom had taken off her jeans and was standing in panties and a top.

"I'm gonna recreate those Hustler photos. I'll prove to both of you that even at this age, I'm better than her," she announced as she started taking off her top.

Bel and I looked at each other but didn't say anything. She placed the magazine with the page open near her, took off her bra and panties, and got down on her fours on the bed. Her palms were on the bed, her blonde hair was spread over her back, her blue eyes were looking straight at me, and her voluptuous breasts were hanging. I picked up the camera and took three or four photos.

In the photo, a naked man is standing on the floor, with his bare ass toward the camera.

"There's a man standing near the woman in the magazine. Shouldn't Manus stand here?" Bel commented.

I sharply turned my head and stared at her 'cause I didn't want to stand there all naked in front of them. Thankfully, Mom rejected the idea, saying, "Just me is fine."

"It would look more authentic if he was there," Bel persisted.

However, Mom again rejected her suggestion. At the bottom of the page, the woman is lying on her back and her legs are open, revealing her hairy pussy.

Mom got up and lay down on her back with her hands behind her head, her head raised, her hair tied in a bun, and her legs wide open. I could see the inside of her pussy.

"Mom, you really are nuts," Bel, whose face was completely red, commented, looking at Mom's pussy.

"Why? It's not as if he hasn't seen it before. Half of the world has it, including Ingrid. Plus, he's my son. If other men can see it, why can't he? By the way, she has a bush, unlike me, but let's ignore that," Mom pointed at the model in the magazine.

I stood near the bed and took pictures of her lying there all naked with her pussy wide open.

"Don't forget to develop them," she told me as she got off the bed and picked up her panties.

Then we changed clothes as we were going to a fancy restaurant to have lunch. Bel was wearing the short leather skirt and the denim top she wore in the morning.

"No bra?" I inquired as I looked at her naked cleavage.

"Only panties. Mom, should I wear this? It's too open."

Mom came out of her room, saw Bel from head to toe, and declared, "Yes. Stop being so conscious. How do I look?"

Mom was in the mini-dress. Her whole thighs were bare and everything above her nipples was visible.

"I just hope it's not too much," Mom wondered aloud.

"You look amazing, beautiful," I admitted.

"Are they visible?" she bent her head and looked at her nipples.

"No, they aren't," Bel replied.

"Are you wearing anything under it? Be careful when you sit down," Bel said to her as she signaled at Mom's crotch with her eyes.

"Of course, I am."

Putting her hand across my waist, she started walking to the car. At the restaurant, I saw men looking at Bel and Mom, and I noticed that both were enjoying the attention as both kept touching their hair and their clothes. After the lunch, Mom got up and, swaying her ass, went to the washroom, all the time proudly displaying her assets. When she was walking back from the washroom, she began playing with her necklace, which I think was her way of drawing their gaze to her boobs.

"Mom, everyone's looking at us," Bel murmured as she lowered her eyes and stared at the table.

"I know, sweetheart. I'm making them happy. They'll go home and make their wives happy. This is community work."

"But everyone is staring," Bel, whose cheeks were now bright red, continued.

"I want them to stare, don't I? This means we have something they desperately want. Let them stare. Let's order ice cream, they serve delicious ice cream."

After eating ice cream, we got up. Mom placed her arms around Bel, and she swayed her hips as they slowly walked out of the restaurant. We headed home. After changing our clothes, we came back to the living room. Mom made herself coffee, placed potato chips on the table, and put on the 9 to 5 movie.

"She should be in the Juggs magazine. Her jugs are more like barrels," Bel commented, looking at Dolly Parton.

"What about her?" Mom inquired, pointing at the tape of 10 movie.

"Why are there so many big jugs around here?" Bel said as she looked at Bo Derek on the cover of the case.

"Because your uncle Erik and your brother like well-stacked ones."

"No, I don't," I claimed.

"Mom, he does. One day, you were wearing that pink top and bending down to fix the vacuum cleaner, and I saw him peeping at them."

"The loose one?" Mom asked as she turned her head and stared at me.

"Yes, that one. After that, I wore the brown shirt and left the top buttons open to test him, and he was peeking inside," Bel continued.

"I know sweetheart, I know. Some time back, I came back from work and took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, he was in the room. I didn't know he was there, and I had only a towel around me. He came and hugged me from behind. His eyes were on them the whole time," Mom added as she kept staring at me.

"I was looking at the towel. It was a lovely towel," I made a lame attempt to defend myself.

"You come here," she patted the couch.

I went and lay down on it. She placed her leg on my leg, and since she was in a knee-length robe, it fell open and her bare leg was now on my bare leg. Her arm was around my stomach, just near the waistband of my shorts, and hugged me from behind, pushing her bosom into my back.

Putting her face on my cheek, she murmured, "And you check my bras 'cause they are so lovely, right?"

"What?" I jerked my head and looked at her.

"Don't forget, I'm your mother. Though I'd admit you keep them back very carefully."

"I'm getting up. You're crazy," I shouted as I tried to get up, but she pushed me back on the couch.

"I'm not angry. You can check them whenever you want. You're my son," she remarked, kissing my cheek.

I didn't respond, and we lay there together and watched the film, a comedy gem. Then Bel put in Bo Derek's 10. Bel sat down at the end of the couch, near Mom's feet. My hand was on Mom's stomach and my leg on her naked thigh. But the space on the couch was a bit tight, so I turned my body and lay down on my back. When I moved my body, her robe opened a bit, revealing her cleavage.

"You're even now trying to see them," she exclaimed, lifting her head and gazing at me.

"Mom, I wasn't. They just came into view."

"Oh, I'm sorry that they came into view. Will be more careful," she pleaded as she raised her eyebrows and, looking at me, slowly opened her gown a little more and rested her now half-exposed boobs on my chest over my top.

I could feel the smooth skin of her cleavage on my chest and her bare knee rubbing against my leg. However, her pussy was still hidden inside the robe. Thankfully, I was wearing underwear. Otherwise, the whole situation would have been too embarrassing.

"Mom, have you ever gone skinny dipping," Bel, who was rubbing Mom's feet with her hand, inquired as Bo Derek went skinny dipping.

"Yes, I have. I've gone with your dad, his friends, and others. One time, I was with your dad, his friend Mathew was with his wife, and Anders with his wife. We decided to play a game. We blindfolded Anders with his wife's top and all three of us -- me, his wife, and Mathew's wife -- went and stood shoulder to shoulder, and asked Anders to recognize his wife only by touching us. Since I was the tallest, we put sand below his and Mathew's wife to make all of us the same size. He was touching our nose, ears, hair, everywhere, but he still failed to spot her. Your dad failed, too. Only Mathew got it right."

"Were you wearing anything?" Bel wondered.

"No, we were skinny dipping. They weren't allowed to touch our hair, 'cause I had long hair and Anders' wife had short hair. Actually, Mathew had an advantage. His wife had a zit near her right nipple. So all he had to do was touch us and the one who had the zit was his wife."

"What was the punishment for Dad and Anders for failing the test?"

"They had to carry all three of us on their shoulders, one by one, to the water and back again. Agnes is a bit heavy, so your dad and Anders struggled with her," she told me as I caressed her blonde hair with my hand.

Agnes was Anders' wife.

"She's beautiful," Bel praised Bo Derek.

"Yes, she is. Kasandra was telling me many boys have her posters in their bedrooms," Mom concurred, referring to her friend.

"Why don't you've any posters?" she shifted her body, and now she was lying on her back with her half-open robe revealing the top part of her voluptuous breasts, and her knee was raised, which meant her whole thigh right up to her crotch was naked. Bel, who was sitting near her feet, was getting a full view of one of her butt cheeks. I shifted my hand from her hair to her stomach.

"Tim has her poster in her room. He has many posters," I replied, referring to my friend.

"You told us we should not watch without asking, but he peeks at you secretly," Bel exclaimed.

"Boys are like that, Bel. But yes, you shouldn't peek," she turned her face and looked at me.

I also turned my face and planted a kiss on her forehead as she gave me a big smile.

"Whom did you watch?" I wondered.

"Some other time. Now, let's go to sleep. It's already very late. And if you wanna watch those movies, watch them now. I don't wanna you staying awake until two in the morning," she said as she rolled over, putting her whole front body on me, and kissed my chest over the top.

"Can I peek?" I inquired as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Since you've asked me so nicely, yes, you can," she answered, placing her palms on the bed on either side of me and lifting her body.

Her face was above my chest, her bosom above my stomach, and her stomach was on my crotch, with my raging cock crushed under it. My eyes went from her face to her neck and down to her breasts. I gazed at the blue veins running crisscross across her big boobs and between the cleavage. Unfortunately, her pink nipples were still hidden.

I raised my hand and moved it toward her bosom, but she collapsed on my body and took my hand in her hand, stopping me mid-way.

"No touching," she whispered as she brought her face closer and gave a quick kiss on my lips.

I squeezed her behind and pulled her body up, so now my crotch and her crotch were joined together.

"Mom, put on panties," Bel, who was still sitting near Mom's feet, screamed as Mom's robe rode up when I pulled her up, leaving her ass naked.

"Go to the bathroom, you naughty boy. Your mother's going to sleep," she announced as she got off me and, standing on the floor, adjusted her robe and tightened its belt.

Bel also got up and, as she walked by me, commented, "Keep dreaming."

I leaped toward her and lightly smacked her behind. As soon as they were in their rooms, I rushed to the guest bathroom and took care of my hard-as-a-rock cock. Then I went to my room and, after waiting for around 15 minutes, went to the attic to develop the photos of Mom posing like that Hustler model. After developing them, I picked up two empty frames in the attic and slipped the pictures into them.

Late at night, I was watching Deep Throat when I heard Mom's door opening. I immediately stopped the movie and rushed back to the couch.

"You can watch them tomorrow. Go to sleep."

I heard Mom's voice but didn't turn my head or reply. I kept sitting on the couch, staring at the blank TV screen. She went to the kitchen, drank water, and closed the door of her room. I again started the movie.

In the morning, I was in the living room after taking a shower and eating breakfast, when Mom came in jeans and a top. Her hair was still wet. Bel was sitting near me in shorts and a top.

"We saw you yesterday," Mom said.

"Huh?" Bel replied.

"We saw you with Karl."

"Whaddya mean you saw me?"

"Manus will tell you," Mom answered, looking at me.

"You and Karl were doin' it," I answered.

"And don't deny 'cause we have proof," Mom warned her.

"What proof?"

"He has photographic evidence."

Bel looked at me and said, "So?"

"Nothing. That day, you were claiming you don't like to be touched, and today, he was all over you. That's all," Mom reminded her.

"Show me the photos."

I handed her the images. She calmly looked at Karl eating her, sucking her big breasts, and doing her. She didn't give the pictures back to me.

"I hope you're taking precautions," Mom said to Bel.

"Huh?"

"With Karl."

"Of course, I am."

"How's he?" Mom asked her.

"He's fine."

"I meant... on the grass."

"I don't know Mom. I guess he's fine," Bel replied as got up and went to Mom's room.

"My photo with Karl's not here," she inquired, looking at the photos on the wall of her and Mom standing in bra and panties with me and the second photo of her and Mom, with their nipples and pussies showing.

"I was about to hang it," I lied.

"Do you wanna it on the wall?" I heard Mom asking her as I rushed to my room, took an old photo out of a frame, and put Bel's picture in it. I took it and the pictures of Mom posing as a Hustler model and began hanging them in Mom's bedroom next to the other two images.

"All developed and framed. That was a quick service," Mom commented, looking at her photos.

"Tell me honestly, do I look better than her or not? And remember, this is without any makeup, lighting, or anything."

Honestly, she did. Not only were Mom's boobs bigger, but her shiny blonde hair, her dazzling blue eyes, and her glowing skin put her on a whole another level.

"This isn't bad either," she remarked, pointing her eyes at the photo of her lying on her back on the bed with her legs wide open.

"You look great, Mom," Bel admitted.

"Yeah, you do," I agreed.

"I could've been a model. I could've been a star. I could've been something," she stated as she winked at us and began cleaning the room.

Then we went to Grandma's house for lunch. Mom gave the VCR and the tapes back to Erik.

"He wants me to buy a VCR," Mom told him, pointing at me.

"You can keep it. I anyway plan to buy a new one. You can keep the movies, too, for some more days if he wants. Did he watch them? Did he like them?" he added.

"Yeah, they all watched them. He was salivating over Bo Derek."

"Which movies?" Grandpa asked.

"These ones, Debbie Does Dallas, and Deep Throat," Mom replied.

"Oh, Debbie Does Dallas and Deep Throat. They are great choices. If you're buying a VCR, buy one for me, too. I'll pay you," Grandpa told him as he went to the kitchen to prepare the lunch.

During lunch, Erik said, "We should go to Krugger Lake."

"We haven't gone there in a long time," Mom exclaimed.

"Where's that?" Bel inquired.

"It's a lake. We used to go there a lot," Mom explained.

"When was the last time we went there?" Grandma asked.

"The last time I went with Nils," Mom replied, referring to Dad.

"Yes, you went with Nils, Liam, and his girlfriend, I think," Erik said, referring to Dad and his friend Liam.

"Years ago many naturist families used to live there. The owner of that site was a good friend of mine. We used to go there a lot. After he died, I even ran the site, but then they all slowly moved on. We weren't part of their 'movement,' we just visited them," Grandpa added.

"What's naturist?" Bel wondered aloud.

"They don't wear clothes. They are nudists," Mom turned her head and, looking at Bel, replied.

"How's Jocelyn?" Grandma asked Mom.

"She's fine. I'm in touch with her. We were very close. I used to go to her place for sleepovers, watching movies, and swimming. Her brother taught me to fish and drive a bike. He had a huge Harley," Mom reminisced.

I knew that Jocelyn was her friend. She later told me that Jocelyn was the daughter of the owner of the nudist site.

"He taught you other things, too," Erik said, winking at Mom.

"Shut up," Mom scolded him.

"Can you wear clothes there?" Bel queried.

"Yes, you can. But I don't think we ever did. Wearing clothes there looked odd," Grandma said.

"They stared if you wore clothes," Erik remarked.

"We used to have parties, barbecues, and picnics there. We began going there even before they were born," Grandma remarked, pointing at Erik and Mom.

"I think we continued going there until you went to college," she said to Erik.

"Yes. I went to college, she got married, and Jocelyn and others moved on, so we stopped going there," Erik replied, looking at Mom.

"Jocelyn's mother's still her old self," Grandma commented.

"She's into tantric sex and stuff. She used to say to me, 'Oh, you need to explore yourself, come closer to nature,'" Grandpa said.

"She used to teach you guys, didn't she?" Grandma asked Erik.

"Yes, us, Jocelyn, Jocelyn's brothers, and some others. She and her husband used to give us live lessons. They sat with us as Jocelyn and her boyfriend gave us a live demonstration. She and her husband actually wrote down on a paper what Jocelyn did right and what she did wrong. She used to ask us to find all our sensitive spots and then make us stand in front of everyone and tell them, including you two, all about our sensitive spots. Her husband used to write down everything. She used to make us do exercises, too. Exercises were a big thing," Erik elaborated as he looked at Grandma and Grandpa.

"Oh yes, exercises. She used to make me do exercises in front of everybody," Mom said, looking at Grandma and Grandpa.

"Make yourself supple, make yourself tighter, make yourself flexible. I continued doing her exercises for a long time. To be fair, she knew what she was talking about," Mom added.

"What exercises?" I inquired.

"How to tighten it, how to make yourself more flexible, and how to hold it for long," Mom answered.

"And then we had to share all our feelings with everyone. You remember when she made you describe your first time with that girl Nicole," Mom asked Erik. "Mother's face was as red as a ripe tomato."

"And I had to stand in front of everyone and describe my first time. I don't think Mother and Father blinked even once," Mom continued.

"Well, you didn't leave out any details," Grandma said to Mom.

"Are we going or what?" Erik inquired.

"Yes, let's go," Mom said.

"Do you wanna go to Krugger Lake?" Erik asked Bel.

"I don't care," she replied.

By now, I had a raging erection, so I went to the bathroom and took care of it.

After an hour's drive, we reached the Krugger Lake. It was a small lake surrounded by hills deep in the woods. Although it was summer and late morning, not a soul was there. Mom, Erik, and Grandpa took off all their clothes and headed straight to the lake.

Grandma caught me looking at her, so she turned her body toward me and took off her top, then bent down and slowly began folding her top on the ground, intentionally offering me a look at her breasts hiding under the bra. She straightened up her 5'8" body and placed her hands on her tits, and adjusted her bra, all the while watching me.

Putting her hands behind her back, she unbuckled her bra and slipped her arms out of it. Her well-endowed boobs came into view. Grandma raised her gaze and gave a faint smile. She bent down again, her pink nipples were pointing at the ground, and started taking off her jeans. She was now standing in only panties.

Grandma lifted her hand and began scratching her inner thigh. Her trick worked. My eyes instantly went to her panties. Though age had softened her skin a bit, she was a looker at 53. Grandma took off her panties and, after letting me have a good look at her naked ass, turned and began walking toward me, holding her panties in one finger. I gawked at her thick bush and her voluptuous boobs.

"Won't you join us?" she inquired as she came up to me and stood right in front of me.

I lowered my gaze, cleared my throat, and, without looking at her, replied, "Yes, I will."

"Then don't keep standing here," she ordered as she threw the panties near her top and started walking to the lake to join others.

Bel and I looked at each other without uttering a word. I waited for Bel to undress. Once she was in the water, I began taking off my clothes. Thankfully, everybody was in the water, so I put my hands over my crotch and ran to the lake.

When I came out, Grandpa, Erik, and Bel had gone to the car to get stuff for the barbecue, and Grandma and Mom were standing stark naked. I walked to them with my hands over my genitals. Mom saw me and smiled.

"Have you got something special?" Grandma asked me.

I stole a glance at her breasts and her bush and said, "Huh?"

"You're hiding it as if it's something special," she commented.

"My boy is shy," said Mom, putting her arms across my back and hugging me tightly, with her left breast pressed against my arm.

"Close your eyes," Mom told me.

"What?"

"Just close your eyes."

I closed my eyes.

"Now, I'm gonna remove your hands, but you keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Okay?"

I nodded though I didn't understand it. She took my hands in her hands and removed them from my crotch.

"Not bad, not bad at all," Grandma remarked.

"Sheesh," Mom murmured.

"Now keep your hands here," Mom told me as she moved my hand to my sides.

"Okay, we have now seen everything, so you don't have to hide anything. Just be comfortable, normal. You can open your eyes," she said, handing me a bottle of beer.

I opened my eyes and, without looking down or anywhere, took a big swig of the beer. But I was so scared to move or make any eye contact that I stayed motionless until Grandpa and others arrived.

Grandpa and Erik saw me standing there naked but didn't react or comment. Bel completely ignored me and got busy helping Grandpa and Erik. I was aware that I should help them, but I didn't want them, especially Mom and Bel, to see my erect cock bobbing up and down as I moved, so I remained standing there like a statue and kept sipping my beer.

Thankfully, lunch was ready soon. Mom brought it on a plate, and I quickly sat down with it on a towel she and Grandma had laid for everyone.

Unlike me, Bel wasn't ashamed at all. She was walking with her big perky boobs, her tight ass, and her shaved pussy all naked as if this was natural.

After lunch, she and Grandpa went to keep the things back in the car, and Grandma lay down on her towel, and Erik lay down near her with his head on her bare thighs, which meant his face was inches away from his own mother's crotch.

"How's Julia?" Grandma said to him, referring to his latest girlfriend.

"She's on a business trip," he replied.

"So, who's taking care of this?" Mom said as she touched his half-erect thing with her toe.

"Don't worry about that. Who's taking care of that?" he inquired, looking at the area between her legs glistening in the sun.

"There's a long line," she countered.

"You two stop. Let me sleep," Grandma told them.

"Stop chasing girls. Settle down. Learn from your sister," Grandma remarked as she ruffled his blond hair.

"Mother!" Erik lifted his head and, winking at me, buried his mouth in Grandma's bush and planted a light kiss on between her legs.

"Your girlfriend Ingrid doesn't ask you to shave? Your mother and sister are," Grandma commented without looking at me.

I didn't reply as I didn't know what to say. To make matters worse, my stupid dick was again erect, so even though I was sitting, there was no way to hide my erection, and Mom, who was standing opposite me, could clearly see it standing like a pole.

"Scoot," Mom said, lying down in front of Erik and placing her head on Grandma's stomach.

Erik put his hands across Mom's stomach, buried his half-erect cock in her ass, and placed his leg on her leg as he hugged her tightly. All three lay there silently while I sipped the beer. Then Grandpa and Bel came back, and when Grandpa saw the three there, he lay down next to Grandma. Seeing him there, Grandma slowly turned her body, and Grandpa hugged her from behind, pushing his thing against her back. Her movement meant Erik and Mom were now resting their heads on the towel, but their bodies were still hugging each other. Bel and I just sat there silently.

A little later, Grandma got up and asked them to get up. Mom turned her body, and now she was facing Erik, who wrapped her in his arms and pressed her voluptuous breasts against his broad chest. His erect cock was between her inner thighs just below her pussy. After staying like that for a minute or so, Mom said, "Father."

"Your daughter's calling you," Grandma told Grandpa.

He got up and hugged Mom from behind, putting his leg on her leg and pushing his hard-on into her back. As Grandpa hugged her, Erik let her go and said, "Mother."

"Both of you're still kids," Grandma exclaimed, getting up.

"So your mother asked you to shave there?" Grandma inquired, looking at Bel's shaved area.

"Yes," Bel replied.

"I was behind her back for days. She was hesitant, so I showed her how I did it. I told her Karl would love it, and he did," Mom said, referring to Bel's boyfriend.

Grandma went and lay down next to Erik, who hugged her tightly from the front, burying his raging thing into her stomach.

"Manus, get the camera from the car. The key's behind you," Erik said to me without turning his back.

I got up and ran to the car. When I came back they were still in that pose.

"Are we gonna recreate that photo?" Mom inquired.

"On the eve of your mother's wedding, we all came here and partied with Jocelyn, her family, and others until early morning. Then we left and came back just as the sun was coming up and shot some photos. I think Father still has them, don't you Father?" Erik asked.

"Yes, I do."

"Mother, you come closer to Ulla and Manus you take the pictures," Erik said as he went behind Mom, who moved her body closer to Grandma.

Now, Erik was hugging Mom from behind and Grandpa was hugging Grandma from behind, with Mom and Grandma facing each other and sandwiched between them. I took three or four photos from different angles.

"Join us," Erik said to us.

"Yes, come here," Mom signaled with her hand.

Now I was hugging Mom from the front, with my leg on her leg and my cock pressed against her bare stomach, Bel was hugging me from behind, with her leg on my ass, and Erik was hugging her, with his leg on her leg and his thing buried somewhere in her body. On the other side, Grandpa was hugging Grandma from behind, whose tits were pressed against Mom's back. Since there was nobody to capture the moment in the camera, we didn't take a photo.

When Erik got up, Mom said, "Take one of ours."

Bel wrapped her arms around Mom from behind and I wrapped my arms around Mom from the front. My rock-hard cock was pressed against Mom's stomach. But Mom locked her blue eyes into my eyes and stealthily moved her arm, so stealthily that even Bel didn't notice, and holding my thing in her arm, slipped it between her inner thighs just below her pussy as Erik got ready to take the photos.

Her act meant my body was now much closer to her and her big boobs were buried in my chest. Erik took a couple of pictures of us in that position. Then Mom asked Bel to come between, and I hugged Bel from behind, pushing my thing against her smooth ass, and Mom hugged her from the front, pressing her voluptuous boobs against Bel's perky breasts.

Grandma signaled with her hand and I lay down behind her. She grabbed my leg and placed it on her spotless and ample thigh. She then shifted her curvy and firm butt, so now the tip of my cock was buried in her butt cheek. She took my hand and placed it on her firm stomach, just below her large bosom, and snuggled into my arms. My lips were touching her long blonde hair, the back of her head was tucked into my chest, and our thighs were joined together.

Then Grandma got up and told me to stand up. My tool was hard as a rock and out in the open, but now I was above caring. I saw Mom and Bel looking at me, but I stood up without making any attempt to hide my erection. Grandma took my hands and wrapped them across her stomach, nestling her body against mine. Her face was near my cheek, and her curvaceous ass was pushing against my cock. She turned her head and planted a kiss on my cheek. Erik took our photos.

After the photo session, Grandma said, "You guys go ahead. We'll join you soon."

As I turned around, I saw Grandma kissing Grandpa's lips and climbing on top of him. We knew what they were gonna do, so we left them alone.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Mom told Erik.

"Really? Are you serious?"

"Rules are rules," Mom reminded him.

Erik went and picked up Mom in his arms, with Mom wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I don't know how she started it, but one day your mother asked me to carry her from here to the car after we had finished swimming. And then made me put on her clothes near the car. I don't know how many times I've carried her. She even made your dad carry her many times."

"Yes, he did, and so did his friends Thomas and Anders," Mom answered.

"Actually, Jocelyn's father started it. He used to carry Jocelyn to the campsite and then put on her clothes. So, I also decided to do it. Manus carry your sister," Mom ordered me.

"No, I won't," I replied.

"Yes, you will," she muttered.

"Carry her, Manus. Your mother's already so heavy. My back is already breaking," Erik pleaded with me.

I went to Bel and lifted her in my arms as she wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her breasts into my chest.

"I'm not heavy," Mom protested as we carried them to the cars.

"My lovely sister, these two were two tons each back then and God knows what they weigh now," Erik remarked pointing at her boobs with his eyes.

"Remember Daddy used to call them hot-air balloons," Mom laughed.

"Yeah. He used to say I married one with hot-air balloons and then she gave birth to another hot-air balloon."

"Yeah. Just a few weeks ago, pointing at Bel, he told me that we have another hot-air balloon in the house."

"Grandpa said that?" Bel inquired as we reached the cars.

"He says it in a good way. It's a compliment. He obviously likes them, 'cause he has said many times that he likes Mother's hot-air balloons the most," Mom commented.

Erik took the car keys from me and opened Mom's car. Then he handed Bel's bra and panties to me, and putting Mom's bra on his shoulder, he knelt down in front of Mom with her panties in his hands. Mom rested her hand on his shoulder and lifted her leg as he began putting on her panties.

"What are you waiting for? Christmas?" Mom quizzed me as she and Erik stared at me like they had seen something strange.

I knew arguing with them was useless, so I, too, knelt down in front of Bel, and she placed a hand on my shoulder and lifted her leg, giving me an inside look at her pussy, as I started putting on her panties. Then I copied how Erik was putting on Mom's bra and did it the same way, though I took more time than him. As Erik helped Mom with her top and jeans, I aided Bel with her top and shorts. After that, Erik and I began putting on our underwear as Mom and Bel watched.

When Mom saw me struggling to put my thing in the underwear, she came near me and whispered, "Go behind the trees and get rid of it."

"Huh?" I murmured.

Now I was staring at her as if I had seen something strange.

"Go behind the trees and jerk off," she whispered.

I shook my head and looked at her as if she had gone crazy and pushed it inside the underwear, and hurriedly put on the jeans and T-shirt. After around 15 minutes or so, Grandma and Grandpa joined us. They had clearly taken a dip in the lake 'cause their bodies were wet.

"Mother, today Erik helped me put on my clothes and Manus helped Bel," Mom announced to Grandma and Grandpa. "You should ask Father to help you put them on," she continued.

"My sweet daughter, today your father put something inside me after a long time. Let's not rush him. Let me cherish this. These days he's busy with that floozy Katherine. Only my boy takes care of me," she commented, putting her arms around Erik and kissing his lips.

"Don't be like that, Mother. You've Erik, Mr. Stephan, and others. It's Daddy who's alone all the time," Mom defended Grandpa.

Mr. Stephan was Grandma's friend.

"You come here," Grandma ordered. "Pick that and help me."

I picked up her panties and went to her. She bent down and placed her hands on my shoulders and lifted her leg, revealing the area between her legs to me.

While I was doing this, I saw Mom going to Grandpa and asking, "Do you want me to help you, Father?"

"Yes, why not?" he growled.

She took his underwear from his hand and began putting it on. Though his cock was flaccid, she held it in her hand and adjusted it in his underwear. She then placed her hands on his ass, bringing her face closer, and, raising her blue eyes, looked at him and planted a kiss on it over the underwear. He caressed her hair and smiled. She helped him put on his shirt and, putting her hands inside his jeans, tucked his shirt in.

As I slowly pulled Grandma's panties up, my eyes followed the movement, savoring the view of her legs, her thighs, and then her bush and pussy.

"Adjust it," she said, looking at me.

I adjusted it.

"Not like that. Put your hand inside and adjust it," she ordered.

I jerked my hand in surprise and looked at her face. She was simply staring back. My throat and lips went dry. I shoved my fingers inside her panties, with my palm facing her pussy, and adjusted the panties as my fingers brushed against her bush.

"Manus, kiss it," I heard Erik telling me.

I turned my face toward him and said, "Huh?"

"Kiss it," he repeated.

I looked at Mom and saw her nodding her head.

I placed my hands on Grandma's ass and, bringing my face closer, kissed the down under area over her panties.

"Good boy. Now pick that up," Grandma pointed at her bra.

I stood up and put her right arm in it and then the left one. Then I pulled it over her voluptuous boobs until her well-stacked pair was resting in her cups. I went behind her and after struggling for over a minute, I finally succeeded in buckling her bra.

When Erik saw me struggling, he said to Mom, "Ulla, you haven't trained him at all. Remember, how mother taught us everything."

"This generation? They already know everything," Mom retorted in a defensive tone.

"You're forgetting something," Grandma told me.

"What?"

"Kiss here," she said, putting her finger on her left nipple over the bra.

I placed my hands on her hips and kissed where she was pointing.

"Now here," Grandma placed her finger on her right one.

I planted a kiss.

"Now help me put on top and jeans," she ordered.

As I picked her top, Bel said, "Grandpa, do you think mine are too big, that they look bad?"

"What?" Grandpa inquired.

"Mom said you think they are too big," Bel wondered.

"I didn't say that. I said that Father called your chest a hot-air balloon in praise," Mom clarified.

"Come here," Grandpa told Bel.

"Your grandma has a big pair. Do they look bad?"

"No," Bel answered.

"Your mom has a big pair. Do they look bad?"

"No."

"Correct. They don't look bad 'cause of Grandma and your mother's height and figure. Similarly, yours don't look bad 'cause of your height and figure. You know, when I married your grandma, she used to always complain about how she struggled to find a fitting bra, a good bra. They were always either too small or too big. So one day I took her measurements myself. Not some fancy designer, but me. I knew a woman who was an excellent seamstress and told her I wanted this size bra and this kind of bra. From that day on, your grandma has never complained.

"I also measured your mother. Your grandma wanted to measure her, but I said no. I said I'll measure her and she'll wear only good ones. Ask your mother. I still remember her first bra. It was very light blue and very soft. Your mom loved it. Right through school and college, I brought her bras and panties.

"When she was carrying your brother, she came to me and told me that her bras were getting tight 'cause she was getting bigger there. Women get bigger there when they are pregnant 'cause they start carrying milk in them. I measured her when she was carrying him, and after he was born, and when she was carrying you. I got all her bras. That woman died some years ago but her friend does it now. Even now, most of the bras your mother has, I think, were made by this woman. Am I right?"

Mom nodded her head.

"She called me some days ago and told me she has some new designs," he added.

"Father, Bel was buying something so I too bought them. I'll show them to you. Could you tell the woman to make something for us in the new design?"

"Yes, I can take a look today if you want. I told your mother that if she wants, I can take your measurements and get your bras made," he said to Bel.

"Great. Let's go home and I'll show you," Mom told him.

"Grandpa, could she make some for me, too?" Bel pleaded.

"Of course, she can. Let's go to your house."

"She has sent some samples. You can come and take a look today or tomorrow," Grandpa added.

"I'll come tomorrow from work," Mom replied.

Erik said bye to us as he had to go somewhere and Grandma and Grandpa followed us in their car.

When we reached home, Grandma and Grandpa went to Mom's room and saw the pictures on the wall. The first frame had the photo of Mom and Bel standing in transparent bras and panties, with their breasts and pussies on full display. In the next one, they are standing with me, with Mom in the middle. Then they saw the pictures of Mom on her fours and of her lying on the bed with her legs wide open like the Hustler model. The last one was of Bel and Karl.

"It's that boy, Karl, right?" Grandpa inquired as he looked at Karl lying on the grass and Bel on top of him with her hands behind her head and his hands on her big and perky bosom.

"He's a lucky boy. You're a very sweet girl," Grandma told Bel, smoothing her hair.

"Who took this one?" Grandma pointed at the one that showed Mom lying on her back with her legs spread open.

"He did," Mom replied.

"It looks like you're inviting him," Grandma said.

When I heard that, I didn't turn my head or dare to look at Mom. I just stood there and waited for her reaction, but she didn't say anything.

"Yes, it does look like an invitation. She's our daughter, after all," Grandpa added.

"A model in Hustler posed like this, and I wanted to show them that the magazine should have chosen me."

"Honey, it's Hustler. You're Playboy material, at the very least, not this trash," Grandpa suggested.

"Do you've copies of the pictures?" Grandpa asked as he peered at the photos closely.

"He has them," Mom answered, looking at me.

"Give them to me."

I rushed to the bathroom, took care of my erect cock, then went to my room, got the copies, and made coffee for all of us. After freshening up, Mom came out of the bathroom and took off her skirt and top in front of us.

"I'll wear them 'cause then you'll have a better idea. I don't know whether she can make something like this or not, but no harm in asking her. Bel was buying them, so I bought them at the spur of the moment," Mom said.

"And I got this for you," Mom said, giving Grandma the thigh-length transparent nightgown she had bought at the shop.

"Should I wear it with anything under it or without? Grandma asked Grandpa.

"Without."

Grandma took off the top and jeans and then her bra and panties. She put on the nightgown, which actually made no sense 'cause it was so sheer that her whole body was completely naked. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself.

"This is very beautiful. Thank you," she told Mom.

Mom nodded her head as she took off her bra and panties and then walked to the drawer and took out the sheer bra and panties. She then put them on.

"Yeah, I've seen these in magazines. Women have started wearing them," Grandpa said as he looked at Mom standing there wearing a transparent bra and panties.

"I love the material and I love that they are so transparent. Though they are bold," Mom admitted.

"Is the fitting perfect?"

"You know the fitting is never as good as she makes. See, the straps are a bit loose," Mom remarked as she ran her fingers under her straps.

"They are a little loose, but otherwise, it's fitting well," Grandpa said as he ran his fingers under the straps and the sides.

"Do you want these also?" he asked, looking down at her panties.

"If she has something new, yes."

"Turn around, let me see."

Mom turned around and Grandpa looked at her bare ass.

"This looks fine, doesn't it?" he said as he ran his finger under the edge of her panties over her ass and asked Grandma.

She nodded yes.

"Will go to her tomorrow and inform you."

Mom took them off and put on a top without a bra and shorts with panties in front of us.

"Grandpa, what about me?" Bel wondered aloud.

"Yes, show me."

"Okay, I'll show you," she said and rushed out of the room.

Within a minute, she was back in a transparent bra and panties.

Grandpa ran his fingers under the straps and the sides, and then she turned around to show him the back. Grandpa said the size seemed fine, so he'd ask her to keep the size the same.

"Do you want me to take your measurements, or do you think this size is fine?" Grandpa asked her.

"No, Father, measure her size 'cause knowing her size is better. Then she can get bras in other styles. So just measure her. I'll get the tape," Mom commented.

He took the tape and told Bel to take it off as he wanted to get the exact measurement. Bel thought he meant her panties, so she took them off, too.

"You could have kept them on, but never mind, it's fine," he said to her as he began measuring her chest.

After measuring her standing straight, he told her to bend down and then measured the fullest part of her tits hanging down.

"Measure also her circumference and waist," Grandma told him as she came and sat down on my lap on the chair.

"Are you comfortable?" she asked me.

She planted her ass on my thighs, took my hand and put it on her shoulders, and snuggled into my arms, with her bare boobs resting below my face and her hairy pussy below my arm.

Grandpa looked at Grandma and nodded his head. He placed the tape on Bel's nipples and measured her areolas. Then he knelt down, with his face bang opposite her crotch, measured her waist, and then he put the tape across her ass and measured her behind. After that, he measured her inner thighs. While he took the measurements, Grandma noted them down on a piece of paper.

"If my memory is correct, your size is the same as your mother when she was your age. You and she will have the same size after you get pregnant."

"But don't be in a rush to get pregnant," Grandma warned her.

"No, no. Your mother and grandmother made this mistake. Your mother was not even his age when she got pregnant," Grandpa told her, pointing at me.

"Your father was working in the oil field so we even had to teach her how to feed you. She used to get upset over everything. 'My breasts are huge, my nipples are swollen,' everything. And then I had to massage them. She didn't want anyone to touch her except me. I spent countless nights massaging her chest. That's all I did. Erik was carrying you all the time so you'd fall asleep, and I was always massaging her," Grandpa added.

"Bel was easier," Mom said.

"Yes. The first one is always more difficult," Grandma agreed.

"Father, could you measure me? I don't think my size has changed, but I just want to check. It has been a long time. I'm scared I might have put on fat," Mom said to him.

"Yes, of course," he replied, picking up the tape from the bed.

Mom took off her top, and he began measuring her.

"I don't think there's been any change. The measurements are the same as last time. Do you want me to measure your waist, too?"

"If you've time," Mom answered.

"Take it off," Grandpa said.

Mom took off her shorts and stood there naked as he measured her waist, her ass, and her inner thighs.

"No change here either. I think you've actually lost fat here. I think this was plumper last time," he replied, putting his hands on her bare ass.

"I guess the workout is working out," Mom smiled.

"Well, no change in the measurements. Will ask her everything and let you know," he announced as he got up.

"Check her circumference," Grandma suggested.

So Grandpa picked up the tape again from the bed and measured Mom's areolas.

"Hers are bigger than mine," Bel complained when Grandpa told the size to Grandma.

"Blame your father and other men," Grandma commented.

"Don't listen to her. I fed you and your brother but that doesn't have an effect on their size," Mom countered, running her finger over her areolas.

"Yes, I'm joking, sweetheart. Don't worry, yours are perfect. We are blessed with good genes," Grandma admitted.

They began discussing styles and colors. Mom put the top back on but no bra and then panties and shorts. Bel, meanwhile, sat there without putting on anything. Then Bel and Grandpa went to the garage 'cause she wanted his help to fix her old chair.

"You should ask your mother to teach you things," Grandma said to me.

"Daddy and Mamma taught me and her uncles everything," Grandma continued, looking at Mom.

"We learned everything from them. These days boys watch 'dirty' movies in secret. In our house, Momma used to get dirty magazines for the boys and novels for me. Your mother told me you were reading... what was the name?" she asked Mom.

"The Pearl and Secret Garden," Mom replied.

"Yes. So, Mamma used to get those kinds of novels for me and magazines for the boys. She used to just put them in the living room. And they used to make love in front of us. They never used a bad word for it. They always called it making love. I'd be doing schoolwork on their bed in their bedroom, and they'd be making love next to me."

"You also brought us up in the free-spirit way," Mom told her.

"Yes, we also brought up Erik and Ulla that way. We did everything in front of them, and they also shared everything with us. We always encouraged them to be open."

"Mary also brought movies and magazines for us," I interjected, referring to Debbie Does Dallas, Deep Throat, Juggs, etc.

"She and your grandpa were behind my back for a long time. They kept asking me to watch the movies with you guys, to get the magazines for you. She was angry that I wasn't training you two well," Mom commented, looking at Grandma.

"Yes, I wanted her to start early. But I think both of you are learning fast."

Though I had jerked off minutes ago, my cock was again waking up.

"Do you want me to get up?" Grandma asked as she looked at my crotch.

When she did that, I saw Mom smiling.

"I thought you had taken care of it when you went to the bathroom," Mom said.

"He's a teenager. I'm flattered," Grandma remarked as she adjusted her ass, putting it in such a way that her ass was on my tool, and pushed her bosom into my chest.

She took my hand and put it on her thigh, but since the nightgown was loosely held by a belt, it meant my hand was on her naked thigh.

"Do you like your mom shaved?"

But before I could even think about replying, Mom said, "He hasn't seen me with... Amazon."

"Do you like bush?"

"I guess so," I somehow managed to utter.

"Good. Because I'm not gonna shave," Grandma winked at Mom.

Mom smiled back. Just then, Bel came back and told us Grandpa was waiting for Grandma in the living room. Grandma told her to tell him that she'd change and come. Grandma took off the nightgown and said, "Give me a hug." I locked my arms around her and pulled her naked body closer. She put her hands on my shoulders and threw her head back. I bent my head and kissed her neck. She stayed in that position, so I kissed her neck again. She raised her head and, looking me in the eyes, kissed my lips.

Placing her hand under her breast, she lifted it and said, "Kiss it, but only once, and do it softly." Holding her by her waist, I looked into her blue eyes, and she blinked her eyes as if to tell me she was giving me permission. I put my lips on her pink nipple. "Now this." I kissed the other one.

"Father, your wife has got a new prey," Mom, who was standing near us in a top and shorts, shouted to Grandpa.

"She's always looking for prey. I don't know how many preys she wants," he shouted back from the living room.

"Don't listen to them. I got to run, but I'll see you again. Be a good boy," Grandma told me, planting another kiss on my lips.

She then put on her clothes, and we went to the living room where Grandpa and Bel were.

"Put on something," Mom said to Bel, who was sitting naked on the couch.

After saying goodbyes to them, we went back to the living room to watch TV. I was sitting on the couch, and Mom was next to me, wearing nothing, and Bel was opposite us on a chair, stark naked. She had one leg up as she was trying to scratch the dead skin off her toenail, which meant the down under area was fully open, but she made no attempt to hide it.

Mom, meanwhile, was sitting with her feet on the ground, but since her legs weren't joined together, the area between her legs was slightly open. They started talking about how good Grandpa was with his hands, how he was making photo frames for us, how helpful he was, etc. Midway through their talks, I began yawning.

"Come here," Mom said, putting her hand behind my head and guiding my face to her bare thighs, where I rested my head and placed her hands on my arms.

"Mom, why did Grandpa massage them?" I inquired, turning my head and looking at her voluptuous breasts hanging an inch or so from my mouth.

"To make the milk flow more smoothly," she replied as she bent her head down and kissed me on the forehead.

"I bet he drank a lot of it. No wonder he's fat," Bel remarked.

"My son isn't fat, though he did drink a lot! He was always hungry," Mom answered smiling at me.

"Whaddya mean?" I wondered.

"Well, you were always clinging onto them," she answered, waving her hand over her pink nipples.

"Your dad would come home for a week, and he'd spend half the time fighting for them with you."

"Dad also drank?" Bel asked in surprise.

To be honest, I, too, was surprised.

"Yes. Whenever he could. Sometimes I'd feed both my boys together," Mom said, kissing my forehead again.

"Did anybody else drink them?" I queried as I stared at her nipples.

"Some men and boys. Once your uncle Erik drank from your bottle. He wanted to see how it tasted. Your dad's friend Mathew always asked me to put my milk in his coffee. Whenever he came here, he'd drink coffee, and I'd pour milk from your milk bottles in his coffee. He claimed the coffee tasted better."

"Uncle Mathew was a good friend," Bel remarked.

"Yes. I was sad when he moved abroad. One night, he and his girlfriend were staying here. Your dad was on the oil field, and my chest began aching a lot, so he and his girlfriend stayed with me in the bedroom, and she continued massaging me until the pain was gone. He was constantly giving instructions to her, 'Press gently, touch her gently.' He was very worried the whole time. After that night, I moved to Grandma's house."

"Mom, can I kiss you like Uncle Erik kissed Grandma that day?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"Can I kiss where Uncle Erik kissed?" I repeated.

"Huh?"

"He means, can he kiss you there?" Bel said, pointing at the spot with her eyes.

"Oh! Do you know why Erik kisses there?" Mom replied, moving her hand over her crotch area.

"Jocelyn's mother told us during one of her sessions that this place has a lot of energy and power. She also said something about how we should channel or harness this power or something like that.

"Now, at that time, your uncle Erik was really into bodybuilding. He was obsessed with it. In his mind, he somehow thought kissing it would transfer energy, power to him. During one of the sessions, his girlfriend told us that he loved kissing her there 'cause he believed in all that.

"Jocelyn's mother applauded him when she revealed that. Encouraged by that, he began pestering mother to let him kiss her. She became so tired of his pestering that one day she allowed him to kiss her. So, that's how it started."

"Can I kiss you?" I once again said, looking into her blue eyes.

"Sit on the rug," she ordered.

I slipped down to the rug from the couch and sat between her legs.

"Come," she murmured as she opened her legs and ruffled my hair with her fingers.

I bent down and, putting my hands on her thighs, lightly planted a kiss on her pussy.

"That's just gross," Bel declared.

"This is gross and not what Karl was doing that day?" Mom retorted as I straightened myself and sat next to her leg with my arm on her bare thigh

"Thank you, Mom," I whispered.

"You're always welcome," she said as she again kissed my forehead.

"Now, let's go sleep," she announced, getting up from the couch.

"Let's sleep here," I suggested.

"You've school and I've work. Good night," she slapped my thigh and began walking to her room.

"Aren't you gonna sleep?" she asked Bel from her room.

"Yes, I am."

I went straight to the bathroom and took care of my desperate hard-on.

The next evening, Bel was out with her friends, Mom was doing office work in her room, and I was watching TV in the living room when she came out of her room wearing a gown.

"What's up?" she inquired when she saw me slouching on the couch.

"Tired," I replied.

"I thought you were with Ingrid," she said, referring to my girlfriend.

"Yes, from school I went to her place. Now I'm tired."

"Eat something. There's food in the kitchen."

"Not interested. Can I have a kiss?"

"Sure," she said, burrowing her eyebrows and squinting her eyes.

She came and kissed my forehead.

"Not that. Can I kiss there?" I asked as I looked straight at her crotch.

"Oh God! For energy?"

"Yes," I answered without lifting my eyes, without looking at her.

"Okay," she said as she opened her gown and stood there in her panties.

I bent forward and, pulling her panties down, put my hands on her ass and planted my face right between her legs, and kissed the area between her legs.

"One is enough," she said.

"Just one more," I pleaded as I kissed her the down under area once more.

"Now finish your schoolwork," she ordered, lightly tapping my head with her hand.

"Where's your sister?"

"With Karl, I guess."

"Hmm," she turned around and went back to her room.

The next evening, we went to Grandma's house for dinner. We were waiting for Grandpa to finish cooking when I whispered to Mom when she came out of the kitchen that I was hungry and needed energy.

"He's cooking, wait," she admonished me.

"I don't want food, I want a kiss."

"Here?" Mom wondered.

"What does he want?" Grandma wondered.

"I told him why Erik kisses you there, and now he wants to kiss it, too."

"Did someone say my name?" Erik asked, turning his head from the TV.

"I told him why you kiss Mother down there, and now he's saying he's hungry, so he wants to kiss me there."

"Let him kiss. It will increase his appetite. I've cooked duck for y'all," Grandpa suggested as he put the food on the table.

"Okay, come," Mom relented as she came and stood in front of me and dropped her jeans and panties to her ankles.

I placed my hands on her ass and planted a kiss.

"Kiss her again, go on," Erik, who was sitting next to me, said.

So, I kissed her pussy again.

"You're 19, and you don't even know how to kiss. If your girlfriend can't teach you, ask Ulla to teach you. She's very good," Erik remarked, looking at Mom.

"This is how you kiss," he continued, kneeling down in front of Mom.

"You first spread her legs, like this."

He placed his hands on Mom's thighs and forced her to widen her legs, making her stand with her pussy wide open.

"Then you take your tongue out and put it in like this."

Holding her by her thighs, he bent forward and brought his tongue between her legs. But just then, Mom put her hands in front of her pussy, blocking the entrance.

"Stop it!" she screamed, tapping his head with one hand.

"Erik, behave yourself," Grandma warned him.

"I was only demonstrating how it's done," he defended himself.

"Well, you can't. The Pearly Gates are closed," Mom replied, pinching his nipple over his top.

"You know, Father said yesterday that I've lost fat here," Mom remarked, putting her hands on her ass as he bent down to help her put on panties and jeans.

"He's right. This is prime cut now," Erik replied, lightly slapping Mom's butt cheeks with his hands.

"But make sure it stays that way. Now dig in," Grandpa commented as he put a sumptuous-looking duck on the table. During dinner, Grandpa told Mom and Bel that the bras and panties would be ready soon.

"Does she make them only for us?" Bel asked Grandpa.

"No. She works in that Victoria's Secret factory. This is her side hustle. She's running a small factory."

After dinner, he showed us the photo frames, and Erik got the photos from the car, and we all began putting them in the frames and the frames on the walls.

Grandpa put in his bedroom the photo of him hugging Grandma from behind and Erik hugging Mom from behind, which I took at the lake, on one wall. On the other wall, he put the photo of Mom running away from Erik, which I took in the bathroom. Next to it, he put the photo of Bel wearing the lace-cropped top and the mini-skirt and sitting on his lap, with his hand planted on her naked butt cheek, her bare thighs resting on his thighs, and her big boobs buried into his chest. Grandma, meanwhile, asked him to put the photo of me and her standing at the lake next to it. He placed the rest in his study room.

The photos themselves were beautiful, but the frames that Grandpa had made were so good that the photos looked even more beautiful. Grandpa went to the garage to get more frames, and Mom went and sat down on Erik's lap on the chair.

"Why are yours erect?" Erik wondered.

"Are they? I don't know," Mom replied, looking at her top.

"Not here, there in the photos," he told her.

"Oh! Dunno. Why are you erect there in the photos and here?" Mom said as she made a circle with her fingers and tapped his bulge.

"Should I tell them about that?" she asked him.

"About what?" he queried.

"One evening, we were coming back home. It was very dark, and I was in the back seat with him, Mother was in the passenger seat in the front, and Father was driving. I was resting my head on his lap when I felt something under my cheek. I signaled to him with my hand and asked him. He just shrugged his shoulders. I knew it was a long drive, so I felt bad for him, so I sat up and lent a helping hand to him. He took off my sweater and did his dirty, disgusting deed in it," Mom elaborated.

While Mom was telling the story, I patted my thighs, and Grandma smiled and, putting her arms around my shoulders, sat down on my thighs.

"How did you find out that I was doing that?" Mom asked Grandma.

"I saw your hand moving up and down from the corner of my eye."

"She was very upset that he dirtied my new sweater," Mom added.

"I was right to be angry. You should have used tissues," Grandma said.

"Adjust it," Erik said without looking at Mom.

"You do it. Why should I?" she replied.

"It's becoming uncomfortable," he commented.

"You and your thing. Just unbelievable," Mom remarked as she held his thing in her hand over his jeans and moved it sideways.

"Thank you, much better now," he said.

"Now come here and help him," Grandma told Mom, as she shifted her thigh and ran her hand over my bulge.

"You help him," Mom responded, getting up.

"He's your son, you should help him. I helped both of you."

"Okay," Mom shook her head and knelt down between my legs.

To make way for Mom, Grandma moved her ass to near my knees. Mom put one hand on Grandma's thigh and the other on my cock over my jeans and pushed it sideways.

"Take it out and do it," Grandma ordered.

"Mother, please no!"

"Don't make me repeat."

Mom puffed her cheeks in anger and slowly unzipped my jeans, and as she pushed my underwear down, my hard-as-a-rock cock came into view. Raising her arms, she tied her hair in a bun and placed her chin on my leg so now she was facing me, but her eyes were on my thing and not on my face, and, wrapping her fingers around it, began stroking it. My tool was standing just near Grandma's thigh as she was sitting on my knees in shorts.

"Mother," I heard a voice.

Grandma and Mom turned their heads and saw Erik standing there without his pajamas and underwear. He was rubbing his thing.

"Does my boy want his mommy's help?"

"Yes, mother."

"Come here," Grandma said, stretching her arms to him.

Grandma, who was sitting on my knees, turned her body, now her back was toward me, and he came and stood near her and Mom, who was kneeling next to my legs. Grandma took his cock in her hands and started stroking it slowly. After a few seconds, he placed his hand on her top, pushed her bra down, and, holding her boob, dragged it out of her bra and started fondling it.

"Get that tissue box," Grandma told Bel, who was sitting on the bed and watching us.

Grandma turned her head and saw me looking at Mom giving me a handjob. Grandma cupped Erik's balls and planted a kiss on his thing. She looked up, and both she and Erik smiled. Grandma bent her head once again, and, this time, she kissed the tip of his cock. Erik took a step forward, pushing his tool closer to Mom. She looked at him and, flicking her hair behind her ear, kissed his tip.

Mom started stroking me faster and, placing the tissues just below the head, warned, "Don't dirty my clothes."

She forced my cock down, putting its tip on the tissues, and continued stroking it as cum shot through it. Thankfully, it all landed on the tissues and on her fingers. She looked at me, smiled and, after getting up, kissed me on the cheek and headed to the bathroom to wash her fingers.

Meanwhile, now it was Erik's turn to come. He placed his hands on Grandma's shoulders and began coming in the tissues she was holding in her hands. However, a few drops landed on her top. Grandma folded the tissues in her hand and took off the top. Her one nipple was completely out of the bra. Holding the top and tissues in one hand, Grandma adjusted her bra and began walking to the bathroom.

"Won't you clean yourself?" Mom asked when she came back and saw me sitting with my jeans zipped up.

"Later," I replied.

"He's my nephew," Erik announced as he put his underwear and pajamas back on and sat down near Bel on the bed.

"You should also help your brother. Your mother always helped her brother," Grandma told Bel, who just nodded her head.

Erik told us that he had sent the photos to the magazine and spoken with Jocelyn about visiting them, and everything was arranged. He handed copies of photos, including the one of Bel wearing a bustier and panties and lying on my lap on the couch, to Mom.

"I've copies and I've given copies to Father," Erik informed Mom.

Mom nodded her head. Just then, Grandpa entered, and we went back to work.

After putting up the frames on the walls, we said goodbyes and came back home. I changed into shorts and an old T-shirt, and Mom into pajamas and a top. Mom put the picture of Bel and me in a frame on the wall. Bel was still in her room when Mom and I sat down in the living room to watch TV.

A little later, Bel came out of her room and said to Mom, "Have you seen my hair band? I can't find it anywhere."

She was wearing a top that went up to just below her breasts, leaving her stomach bare and no bra, no panties, or anything else. She just stood there, exposing her down under area to us.

"It's in my room, bring it here, and I'll tie your hair," Mom told her.

Bel came back with the hair band and sat down opposite me on the carpet near Mom's legs. As Mom tied her hair, Bel sat there with her legs partially open. Although by now I had seen her a pussy a few times, seeing her sitting like that still made me excited. After Mom had tied her long blonde hair, Bel got up and went back to her room swaying her tight ass.

Mom got up to do her night routine, drinking a glass of milk, and I slipped to my room, picked up a novel, and went to her room. After finishing the milk, she came to her room and started applying cleanser in front of the mirror.

"Aren't you gonna sleep?"

"I'll sleep here," I announced without looking at her.

"Is everything okay?"

"I just wanna sleep here."

Once her night routine was done, she slipped out of the pajamas and came to the bed in just a top and panties.

"What are you reading?"

"The Pearl," I replied.

"What's it about?" she asked as she lay down with her back toward me.

"It has short stories, poems, etc., mainly about birching."

"I didn't know you liked birching."

"Have never tried it. You?" I queried.

"Birching? Never," she answered as she turned toward me.

"Lemme see," she said, extending her hand.

I gave the book to her. The Pearl is a Victorian-era book that has just about everything: birching, incest, and lesbianism, but I mentioned only birching 'cause telling her I was reading incestuous stories was out of the question.

She again turned her back toward me and began reading the back jacket and then the inside.

After around 10 minutes, she asked, "Where did you get this from?"

"I've sources."

"Give it to me after you're done," she said as she extended the book without turning her back.

"Interesting, right?"

"Looks naughty," she replied.

I kept reading for another 10 minutes or so and then got up and switched off the light. I came back to bed and hugged her tightly from behind, putting one leg on her bare thigh and pressing my cock hidden under the shorts against her back.

"What happened? Can't sleep?" she wondered, turning her body toward me and putting one hand on my waist.

Instead of replying, I moved my face closer to her and buried it in her breasts, wrapping her in a tight embrace. She returned my embrace and hugged me tightly, putting her leg on my ass. I began planting kisses on her boobs, including her nipples, over the top she was wearing. She kept her eyes closed. Then I moved my hand from her hip to her stomach and slipped it under her top. I gripped the top and tried to lift it up over her breasts.

"Does my boy want his mom to feed him?" she asked as I saw her blue eyes looking at me and her face beaming with a beautiful smile.

"Yes, Mom," I answered, nodding my head.

She sat up, took off her top, and lay back facing me as I cupped her breasts and began sucking her nipples. While my lips were exploring every inch of her breasts, she put her top below my cock and wrapped her fingers around it, and started stroking it slowly.

Without moving my lips away from her boobs, I tried to climb on top of her, but she whispered "Behave yourself," and kept stroking it. Within minutes, I was coming in her hand as she squeezed the last drop of cum. She kissed my forehead and went to the toilet to wash her hands.

She came back wearing only panties and said "Aren't you gonna wash yourself?"

"No."

"Go to sleep, you naughty boy. You've school in the morning."

I kissed her nipples once more, and she turned around and went to sleep. In the morning, when she asked me to wake up, I went closer to her and put my cheek on her breasts and my hand on her hip.

"Why's he sleeping here?" Bel asked entering the room.

"Ask him," Mom replied.

I opened my eyes, looked at Bel, planted a kiss on Mom's pink nipples, and closed my eyes.

"Get up, Mom, we'll be late," Bel, who was already in a top, shorts and shoes, said.

I lifted my face, again kissed Mom on her both nipples, and slithered off her, rubbing my cock, which was standing like a tent in my shorts, against her bare thighs, and headed to the guest bathroom as Bel looked at my erect toll. In the bathroom, I took care of it and then picked up a T-shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes from my room. By the time I went back to Mom's room, she was already dressed in a top and shorts, and Bel was sitting on the chair and waiting for us.

"Now what?" Bel blurted out when she saw me enter the room completely naked.

Mom, who was adjusting her socks, looked up and saw my tool moving up and down.

"Please help me put them on," I said, putting my clothes on the bed and looking at Mom.

"Yesterday, your brother suckled me, and now he wants me to dress him up. Fine, come here."

"You suckled her?"

"She's my mom, I can do anything," I declared as I bent forward and kissed Mom's forehead.

Mom, sitting at the edge of the bed, picked up my underwear and began putting it on as I rested my hands on her shoulders for balance. She pulled up my underwear to my ass and then held my cock in her hand and, without moving her eyes away from it, said, "Just so you know, this thing of yours is pretty big. But remember, size is not everything" and pushed it in the underwear.

She then helped me put on the T-shirt and shoes, and we went for our morning jog. After coming back, I quickly took a shower, changed my clothes, and went to Bel's room. She came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her body, saw me sitting on the bed, threw the towel on the chair, and began putting on her clothes as I watched her naked body.

"So sucking Mom's nipples these days?" she asked.

"Yep! You should try, too."

"Thank you."

"Any special plans today?" I queried when she put on the short leather skirt.

"Meeting Karl after school."

"Does he suck your nipples?"

"Why wouldn't he? He loves them. He calls them Mt. Everest."

"Your nipples?"

"My breasts, dumbo."

"He's right for once. They are peak," I concurred.

"Let's go," she said picking up her bag.

We went to Mom's room and saw her brushing her wavy blonde hair and wearing trousers, a shirt, and stilettos. We gave her a hug and headed to the school. In the evening, I was alone in the house when Mom came back.

"Wow! You changed?" I asked her as she was now wearing that deep-neck mini-dress she had bought that day.

"I went for dinner with the girls. I came home after work to change. Where's Bel?"

"Out with Karl," I replied as I followed her to her room.

"What did you do today?"

"Went to school, then to Ingrid's place," I said, referring to my girlfriend, whom I had banged just over an hour ago.

"Help me with this?" she requested.

I went and, standing in front of her, put my fingers under the straps of the mini-dress, slipped them off her shoulders, and pushed it down to her ankle.

"Everyone praised it," she remarked.

"Who's everyone?"

"The usual gang. Catherine, Judith, Kasandra, Sharon," she answered as I took off her panties.

"What did you do at Ingrid's place?"

"Nothing. Just sat there."

"What are you? A priest?"

"Yes, 'Father' Manus," I declared, placing her panties on the chair.

"Do you want me to get your clothes from the cupboard?"

"No, just put these in the laundry basket. I'll have a quick shower," she answered, pointing at the panties.

When she came out of the bathroom, she had a towel wrapped around her hair and wasn't wearing anything else. She went to the cupboard and took out a top and shorts and put them on. A little later, she was doing office work in the living room and I was sitting there watching TV when Bel came back.

"Dead tired," Bel said throwing herself on the couch.

"Why?" Mom inquired.

"Dunno."

"Are you hungry?" Mom asked.

"Nah. Ate with Karl. Gonna sleep."

"I'm also heading to bed. Are you reading that book?" Mom said to me.

"No, I'll give it to you now."

I picked up that book and My Secret Garden by Nancy Friday. She took the book and went to the room, with me following her.

"Are you sleeping here?"

"Yes," I answered getting on the bed.

She took off the top and shorts and, wearing only panties, got on the bed. She turned on her side, with her back toward me, and began reading the Pearl. I placed my head on her stomach, kissed her nipples, and started reading my book.

"What are you reading now?" she inquired.

"My Secret Garden by Nancy Friday."

"Erik had it. I started reading it, and then he took it from me. It's not bad."

"You can read it after me," I suggested.

"Now keep quiet, lemme read this."

Both of us were deep into our books -- the back of my head was on her stomach - when I felt her hand move. I turned my face and saw her pushing her panties down to her ankle and then kicking them away. I turned my face toward her face.

"Stay quiet," she murmured as she closed her eyes.

I once again turned my face toward her legs and saw her knees were raised and she was rubbing her pussy with her hand. I stayed motionless and silent as she continued to rub herself. Soon she started moaning very softly as she slowly began climaxing. Then she lay there breathing heavily.

After a few minutes, she said, "Move."

I lifted my head from her stomach and lay down next to her, with my shoulders touching hers. She turned on her side, with her face toward me, and slipped her hand under my shorts and wrapped her fingers around it.

"Raise your back," she whispered.

When I did that, she pushed my T-shirt to my chest and my shorts down to my knees and began jerking me off. I started squeezing her voluptuous boobs with my hand as she silently masturbated me. And just to make sure that I didn't dirty her bed sheet, she pushed the head of my cock down so now it was touching my skin and I came on my crotch and stomach.

"Go wash yourself," she murmured as she lay back on the bed with my semen still on her fingers.

I got up and washed myself and put the shorts back on. She, too, got up and, after cleaning herself, put her panties back on and both of us went to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, she was already in the bathroom, so I left the room and went to Bel's room. She was adjusting her shorts.

"Did you sleep in Mom's room?"

"Yes."

"Where's she?"

"In the bathroom," I replied, coming closer to her.

"Whaddya want?"

I lifted her top and pushed her bra down.

"Whaddya want?" she repeated as she stared at me with her blue eyes, but made no attempt to stop me.

I bent my head forward and planted one kiss on each of her pink nipples and put her boobs back in the bra and adjusted her top.

"Happy?" she inquired as she continued to stare at me.

"Very," I answered, kissing her cheek and leaving the room to change for jogging.

During breakfast, Mom told us that Grandpa would come soon with the bras and panties made by the woman. Grandpa came and said three were for Mom and three for Bel. Mom picked up her sets.

The first was a blue one that had very thin shoulder straps and one thin piece of strap going under her breasts, leaving her breasts completely naked. However, there was a bow that could be tied to the shoulder straps to cover the breasts. While the thick material of the matching panties was hiding the area between her legs, the back only had a thin strap running below the ass, leaving the ass totally naked. There was a bow, however, to cover her hole.

The second was a black one with thin straps running from her shoulders to both sides of her breasts and two thin straps running around her nipples with a small bow hiding her nipples. The design meant her whole breasts were naked except for the nipples, which were hidden under the bows. The matching panties were transparent except for the front, which had a bow to hide her throne.

The third was a sheer white bra that had lace all over that left her whole breasts, including the nipples, exposed. Similarly, the sheer white panties had lace in front, revealing the whole area between her legs. The ass, however, was covered.

Bel picked a red bra that covered only the bottom part, including the nipples, leaving her whole cleavage naked. The matching panties were a thong.

"How do you wear this?" Grandpa wondered when Bel picked up the thong.

"It's the latest thing. I've been pestering her since I saw it in a magazine," replied Mom.

Bel put it on and Grandpa looked with surprise at the strap covering only her hole.

"Is it comfortable?" he asked.

"Yes, I think so," Bel replied as she walked in it.

Then Bel tried a green sheer bra and panties that left nothing to the imagination, everything was transparent. The last one was a studded leather push-up bra and panties.

Bel took off the bra and panties and put her old panties, jeans, and top back on, but not a bra. Mom, meanwhile, put on satin short shorts and a top, but no bra or panties. Grandpa left after lunch and Mom paid for the stuff before he left.

When we went to bed after dinner, I snuggled closer to Mom, who was wearing only satin shorts and reading the Pearl novel, and placed one hand on her left breast and my mouth on her right tit and began sucking her nipple while my hand played with her other boob.

Bel entered the room in a top and shorts and said, "Don't encourage this weirdo, Mom."

She lay down next to Mom.

"Sheesh!" Mom responded without taking her eyes off the book.

"She's reading," I commented, lifting my mouth from Mom's nipple and putting it back on it.

Then the phone started ringing.

"Bel, take care of your brother," Mom said as she got up from the bed.

"Come," Bel replied, pushing her top to her neck.

I rolled over to her and cupped her left tit in my hand and took her right breast in my mouth. After speaking to Grandma on the phone, Mom came back and resumed reading the book, and I went back to sucking her breast. After around 10 minutes, Mom moved her hand inside her shorts and started rubbing herself.

"Mom!" Bel exclaimed as her pupils expanded and her mouth fell open.

"Sheesh," Mom murmured, dropping the book to her side and closing her eyes.

I raised myself on my elbow as I watched Mom and winked at Bel, who was also lying on her side and watching Mom rub herself.

Mom pushed her shorts down with her hands, opened her legs a bit more, and continued rubbing herself. Within minutes, she began moaning softly. Then she lay there motionless.

"Hand me the tissue box," she opened her eyes and told Bel.

"Come, you've school in the morning, she said to me as she placed one hand on my thigh and made me lay down on my back and took my cock out of the shorts, and pushed my shorts to my knees. Her wavy blonde hair was touching my chest, her face was above my stomach, and her pink nipples were rubbing against the bed sheet. As Bel watched, I lay there on my back, with my one hand on Mom's back as she gave me a handjob. She then cleaned my cum off my stomach with tissues, my tool, and got up to wash her hands.

"Go wash yourself," she ordered when she came back to the bed.

"Tomorrow," I replied.

"He's disgusting," Mom remarked, turning her body toward Bel, who continued to watch us without saying a word.

I turned my back toward them and went to sleep as Bel slipped out of the room without saying anything.

The next day we took off to meet Jocelyn and her family. Since she had told us that the weekends were very busy, we took off on Sunday afternoon and reached the site in the evening. The cottage we had booked had three rooms, two bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and facilities such as a TV, refrigerator, a washing machine, etc.

When I came out of the bathroom after freshening myself up, Mom gave me juice and told me that Jocelyn and her family would be here soon, adding that we wouldn't be wearing clothes while we were there. I went to the living room with the juice and saw that everyone, except Bel, was naked, so I went back to the room and took off my clothes. When I asked Mom why Bel was wearing clothes, she said she'd tell me later.

The cottage they had provided us had towels to sit on for hygiene purposes, and Grandma had put them on for Jocelyn and others on the couches. About 10 minutes later, Jocelyn, her elder brother, and their parents arrived. After lots of hugging and kissing, Grandma and Grandpa began talking about old times with Jocelyn's parents while Mom and Erik sat down with Jocelyn and her brother. Bel and I, meanwhile, just watched.

Jocelyn was around 5'6", and had black hair, brown eyes, brown nipples, and moderate size breasts. Her brother was about 5'7", had black hair, brown eyes, strong muscles, and, just like Jocelyn, and their parents, hair down there.

"We are meeting after so many years," Jocelyn's brother said.

Mom and Erik nodded their heads.

"We miss y'all a lot. Why are you sitting so far? Come here," he said to Mom.

Mom smiled and sat down on his legs, with her nude ass on his bare thighs, and one hand on his shoulder.

Placing his arm around her, he continued, "You're still beautiful. You haven't changed at all. All of us used to have so much fun. Those were wild times. We used to do all kinds of crazy stuff. Your uncle Erik used to chase just two things: a joint and girls. That's all. We used to smoke a lot.

"Erik used to come with your mother to our house and I, Jocelyn, and other guys used to smoke pot and drink beer the whole day in my room. There was only one bed and all of us used to spend hours on it talking crap."

I noticed that his thing was touching Mom's thigh, but instead of moving away, Mom folded a leg and placed one knee on his leg, which meant her pussy was wide open, and her thigh was on his cock. Her breast was pressed against his chest and the sole of her foot was pressed against her other thigh.

"We used to fight for space," Jocelyn remarked.

"Nobody wanted to sleep at the foot of the bed," Erik added.

"That was our place. We did everything thing there. Now some people are shaved, but back then everybody had hair. Whenever your mother cut Erik's hair down there, his face used to turn white with fear. He used to continuously repeat 'Please be careful, please be careful.' Your mother was brave. She used to simply spread her legs and watch as we trimmed her bush," Jocelyn's brother said.

"They knew that hurting us wasn't in their best interest. Right?" Mom turned her face and asked Jocelyn.

"Yeah. When did you start shaving?" Jocelyn inquired.

"Bel's friend saw a photo of some woman who was shaved. So she shaved and convinced Bel to shave. After that, Bel started pestering me to get rid of it. I asked him, and he told me not to do it as it would look weird. But when I shaved it off, he and Father were, like, 'Oh, it looks much better, you should have done it before,'" Mom replied, looking at Erik.

"Something to think about," Jocelyn remarked, looking at her brother.

Her brother nodded his head and then changed the topic.

"My first time with your mother was a special moment for me and you know what she did? Right after me, she signaled to Keith with her finger and she began doing him. Right after me. I was so upset," he said.

Mom later told me Keith was one of their friends.

"He liked me. I knew he was sad so I invited him," Mom defended herself.

"And then she had Ronnie right after Keith."

"Well, I didn't want him. They held me down," Mom said, pointing at Erik and Jocelyn.

"He was useless. He came the minute he entered," Mom added.

"He became better later. He's happily married," Jocelyn remarked.

"And remember that evening? Jocelyn asked.

"They used to bring a lot of adult magazines, all kinds of adult magazines. One evening, they were reading something... I still remember the story. A woman murders her husband and she's sent to prison. There the warden and other prisoners abuse her. Erik asked me and your mother to do it. He was like, 'Come on, do it. We have never seen girls doing it.'"

"They were even willing to pay us," Mom added.

"We were, like, we aren't doing that," Jocelyn remarked.

"That's not true. You were all over her," Jocelyn's brother said, pointing at Mom with his eyes.

"Yeah. Your hands were all over her. You were kissing her everywhere," Erik told Jocelyn, referring to Mom.

"Did they pay?" I inquired.

"You expect these misers to pay?" Jocelyn commented.

"And there was that train," Jocelyn said and started laughing.

"One boy wanted to do Jocelyn, so Franz told him that he could do her only on one condition: he'd let Franz do him. First, the boy refused. But when he saw his friends doing Jocelyn, he agreed. He was inside Jocelyn, and Franz was doing him from behind," Mom smiled, looking at Jocelyn's brother.

"It was so funny. He'd try to push his thing into Jocelyn, and as he did that, Franz would shove his whole thing inside him, making him scream in pain. He finally gave up and ran away. Then Erik went to him and somehow convinced him."

"I told him that Franz was crazy, that I'd never do such a thing, that he should come back," Erik smiled.

"After two or three days, he returned, and this time he came to me. For a minute or so, everything went fine. He was doing me, and Erik was continuously saying to him how good he was, how much I was enjoying, and things like that.

"Then Erik went behind him and, with the help of Vaseline, began doing him. I held him by his shoulders and encouraged him to do me, but Erik made it impossible. Erik climbed onto the bed, held him by his hips, and kept pounding him as he lay there on top of me motionless. Erik came inside him and on my crotch. After Erik was done, he got up and left the room without saying a word. He didn't speak to any of us for months," Mom continued.

"He was a dork," Erik announced.

The talks then shifted to other people, my dad, and other things.

Suddenly, her brother said, "Your mother was the first one to get pregnant. She was carrying you. After your dad left for the oil field, we all jumped on her and made her share her milk with all of us. Even Jocelyn drank her milk."

"I did it 'cause y'all were doin' it," Jocelyn said in a defensive voice.

"Your mother was a sport though. She never said no."

While he was telling us all this, I noticed that his tool was hard. Mom, too, saw it standing erect against her bare thigh, but she made no effort to shift.

"And when Joce got pregnant, we all flocked to her," he added.

He told us he has four kids--three daughters and one son. Jocelyn said she has three children, two girls and a boy. She was now running the place with her mother overseeing everything. A little later, Erik said he wanted to buy beers, so Jocelyn's brother went with him to buy beers.

Jocelyn's father, who was busy talking with Grandma and Grandpa, walked with Grandma, Grandpa and his wife to where we were sitting with his thing moving with his every step and came near Mom and placed his arms around her, and hugged her from the front, pressing his chest into her boobs.

"So this is your daughter?" he said, pointing at Bel.

"Say hello, Bel," Mom ordered as she went to Jocelyn and sat down on her thighs, with one arm around her and her head resting on Jocelyn's shoulder. Her face was next to Jocelyn's, and her right breast was touching Jocelyn's left tit.

Bel got up, and he hugged her from the front.

"You're as beautiful as your mother. You look a lot like her. But why are you still dressed," he remarked, looking at Bel.

"I want you to undress her like you used to undress me and Jocelyn," Mom commented.

He looked at Bel for a few seconds and asked, "Do you want me to undress you?"

Bel gazed at him but didn't say anything.

Holding her top from the sides, he began to slowly take her top off. Once it was off, he peered at her bra and her smooth and tight stomach. Then, bending down, he unbuckled her belt and undid the button. Putting his hands on her waist, he unzipped her jeans and opened the fly. He straightened himself and watched Bel standing there in her bra and her fly open, exposing her panties.

Bending down once again, he pulled her jeans all the way to her ankles and, holding her bare thigh, he helped her get out of it one leg at a time. He stood up and, putting his arms around her, he embraced her in a tight hug and unbuckled her bra in one swift motion. Breaking the embrace, he placed his hands on her naked shoulders, slipped her arms out of the bra, and threw it on a chair.

He scanned her big breasts, the blue veins crisscrossing her boobs, and her pink nipples. After taking a good look, he ordered, "Turn around."

His brown eyes examined her whole body, right from her neck and shoulder down to her back and ass, as she stood there in only panties. He knelt down and, putting his face near her ass, placed his arms around her waist and slowly began taking off her panties. Throwing the panties above the bra on the chair, he got up and turned Bel around.

"She's got a great body," he exclaimed as his eyes peered at her shaved pussy.

"And she's only 18," Grandpa commented.

Bel, whose face, ears, and neck were already bright red with embarrassment, was now seeing the skin of her breasts turn red.

"Yes. Good size, good curves, good skin," he added as he squeezed Bel's tits.

"Enjoy boys, but don't let them fool you. If you don't like someone, don't let them touch you anywhere. If you think someone is trying to take you on a ride, get off immediately, Ride boys, but don't let them ride you to Fooltown. Be like your mother and Jocelyn," he said, spreading her legs and having a close look at her pussy.

He then turned her around and, putting his arm around her, hugged her tightly from behind, pressing his fully erect cock into her back.

"Is she as naughty as you?"

"She's an angel," Mom smiled.

"See how she's blushing. She's all red. Your mother never blushed. She made others blush, but she never blushed herself," Jocelyn remarked as she lifted Mom's wavy hair and kissed the back of her neck.

Mom was now sitting between Jocelyn's legs, and Jocelyn's arms were around her, just below Mom's voluptuous breasts, and her face was on Mom's shoulder.

"Your mother was very naughty, but in a good way. She never hurt anyone or damaged anything," Jocelyn's father continued.

He continued talking with Mom and Jocelyn while holding Bel from behind and pressing his thing into her. While he was speaking with them, I saw Jocelyn raise her hand and begin circling Mom's areola with her finger. Mom noticed Jocelyn touch her areola but carried on talking with them. Jocelyn took Mom's nipple in her finger and pulled it. When she did that, Mom, who was still sitting between Jocelyn's legs, lightly hit her hand. Jocelyn saw me watching her, so she put both hands on Mom's boobs and started feeling Mom's areolas.

While she was doing that, Erik and Jocelyn's brother returned. They stayed with us for around 10 minutes and then said goodbyes, with Jocelyn and her family giving Mom and Bel tight hugs and kisses.

Though the cottage had a living room, Mom, Bel, and I decided to sleep together in one room. Grandma and Grandpa took the other room, and Erik the third one. At night, not much happened apart from Mom masturbating me and then cleaning my cum with tissues 'cause everybody was tired after the trip. After breakfast, we all got ready to attend the session. Erik said he wouldn't go as he had to meet some old friends.

The area where the sessions took place was a 30-minute drive from where Jocelyn and others lived. The children went to normal schools, and the men and women did normal jobs in the town and led a pretty normal life outside the community. It was only in the community that they went around without clothes. They had a strict rule for the sessions: only couples aged 18 and above were allowed. The sessions, which were only open to outsiders, were led by Jocelyn and sometimes by her mother and held in a hall in a large hut surrounded by trees and a lake. The whole vibe was of a tropical island.

Jocelyn told us that on average 10 people attended the sessions. The hall had a wooden floor, some tables on the side with snacks and a coffee machine, a long raised platform, and all kinds of dildos, lube, and creams on the other side. To maintain hygiene, the floor and toys were cleaned after every session.

Jocelyn's brother said the members came from across the state and some from other states and ranged in background and age. Before entering the hall, there was a big room where you took off all your clothes and changed into a robe, and it had lockers where you put all your valuables, such as wallets and watches. The members brought their own robes, and since we were new, we were provided the robes by Jocelyn. The sessions were held four days a week, including the weekends, with each session lasting for 45 minutes. While most members were aged 50 and above, I did spot some couples in their 30s and 20s.

Since we were not members, we sat at the back of the group and were there only to observe, not participate in the session.

"Today, we had planned to start with 'delay,' but we have some special guests today, so I want to discuss something that might shock them, something that's out of the ordinary. Remember I told you that if you tell someone a shocking joke or a shocking story, then anything after that sounds tame, and people accept it more easily. So, let's shock them. Now, who here has the kinkiest fantasy? Something they'd be hesitant to tell even their best friend. Remember it's just a fantasy," Jocelyn announced from the raised platform as we all sat down on the floor.

Her mother was sitting on a chair near the platform and watching us while her husband, her brother, and sister-in-law were at the back of the hall after arranging the tables and everything.

Jocelyn looked around and, when she saw no hands going up, said, "Okay, I'll start. Remember it's just a fantasy. I want to be forcibly taken by five or six black men. And not just taken, but ravaged. I want them to kidnap me, drag me by my hair, and take me to a dirty, ramshackle room that has no bed, no furniture, nothing. Throw me on the floor and fuck me in each and every hole, every hole. All five, six of them. Slap me a bit, not too much, just a bit. Treat me like a pig. And by the time they are finished, all my holes are aching so much that I can't even walk. This is my fantasy."

A 60-something woman with streaks of white hair and red lipstick looked around, raised her hand, and said, "I've thought about being taken forcibly. But mine isn't that exciting. You know, I've thought about a man or two forcing themselves on me. Ripping my clothes off, smudging my make-up, etc."

"One of them is Robert Redford," a man sitting with her added.

This brought a smile to everyone's face.

"I've wondered, only wondered, doing it with a black man," a 50-plus woman with black shoulder-length admitted.

"He says they are overrated," she remarked, putting a hand on the shoulder of a man sitting next to her.

"Aren't they?" he asked, looking around.

"I enjoy playacting a prostitute. Standing on the curb, a john pulls up and I go with him. I've playacted this fantasy with him," a brunette in her 30s said as she looked at the man with her. "He dresses up and talks like a john!" she smiled.

"I hope he pays you real money," Jocelyn commented.

"Okay, now last time y'all did well, much better than before. I told y'all to practice, so let's see. Last time, ladies, you used your hands. This time, you will use only your mouth, not your hands. Let's get into position. You can lie down, stand up, kneel down, or any position you like," Jocelyn announced as all the members started taking off their robes.

Jocelyn's sister-in-law came and started putting tissue boxes near each couple.

"Let's see who can last the most," Jocelyn remarked, clapping her hands.

The women began using their tongues, their lips, and their mouth to arouse the cocks of their partners while the partners cupped, squeezed, and pinched their breasts. Soon there were five raging tools going in and out of five mouths. Some couples had a thick bush down there, some few strands of hair, but no one was shaved.

"Think the most off-putting thing you can think of. Think about your mother-in-law, think about your mortgage, think about how small your dick is. Think anything. Your aim is not to come, no matter what happens. And ladies, I don't want a single drop wasted. Swallow each and every drop," Jocelyn ordered as she walked around them, observing them closely.

A young man was lying on his back and a woman, who looked around 30, was kneeling beside him and sucking his thing.

"Are you taking his dick in your mouth for the first time?" she asked the woman. "Suck it nicely," she told her.

Slowly all the men started coming and the women began swallowing all of it. Jocelyn's sister-in-law had kept the tissues, but they weren't really needed as the women made sure the cocks were as clean as a fresh pair of underwear. A man in his 60s held on and came after all the rest were spent.

"Gregory, I'm impressed, really impressed. Just letting you know that my husband is very jealous of you. He's not happy at all," Jocelyn said to the man.

The man smiled and looked at Jocelyn's husband sitting at the back of the hall.

"Let's take a 10-minute break and then we'll see how the ladies are doing," Jocelyn told them.

All five couples went to the bathroom to clean themselves as Jocelyn's husband and elder brother began serving coffee and snacks to everyone.

After the break, the women lay down on their backs on the floor and the men went to them.

"Ladies, the men can use only their tongues, nothing else. You can take any position you like. You can scream, shout, do whatever you want. All I want you to do is to come. Don't fake it. You aren't here to impress me, your man, or anyone here. You're here to experience pleasure. So let yourself go and come. Flood their mouths with your juices. Let them drown in your juices," Jocelyn encouraged them.

The men planted their faces between the legs of the women and began exploring the pussies with their tongues. Gradually, we began hearing moans and started seeing some women squeeze their breasts, rub their ankles together, and arch their backs.

While most were moaning silently, a couple of them began moaning pretty loudly. By the end of it, it looked like all the women came. Then all once again went to the bathroom to clean themselves. We got out of the hall and went outside.

We spent the rest of the day in the community lazing around. In the evening, when everyone was back from work and school, we went with some community members to play a game of softball near the lake. Watching Mom and Bel play softball totally nude with strangers wasn't on my bingo card.

"You're enjoying it, aren't you? Strutting your naked body in front of everyone," I said as Bel sat down on the ground next to me after a game.

"You mean like this?" she inquired as she reclined on her elbows and opened her legs.

"Yeah, like this. I've never seen so many naked people before," I remarked, turning my face toward her.

"Me neither. I've never seen so many..."

"Dicks?" I interrupted her.

She smiled and nodded her head.

"All shapes and sizes are here," she added.

"I like how they bounce, jiggle, move. Imagine doing all of them," I commented, looking at the females running around completely nude.

"Are you nuts? I'll die. Even Minxx Winxx won't be able to handle so many."

"Who's Minxx Winxx?" I asked.

"Karl showed me a dirty movie and she was in it. She's a doctor and that's how she cures her patients," she raised her eyebrows.

Karl was her boyfriend.

"I think I can do all of them," I announced.

"Aren't you guys playing?" Mom inquired as she walked toward us.

"What are you smoking?" I queried.

"A joint to keep my joints strong," Mom replied, taking a long drag.

She came closer to me, knelt down, and asked me to open my mouth. When I opened my mouth, she again took a long drag, held my face in her hands, brought her mouth near my mouth, and blew the smoke right into my mouth. I had guessed what she planned, so I was ready. I threw my head back and blew the smoke into the air.

"Have you smoked before?" she squinted and stared at me.

"Once or twice," I said, which was a lie as I had smoked more than a few times.

One thing I noticed was that though everyone was naked most of the time in the community, there was no sexual angle. I saw men walking around with erections but it was all very natural, very normal.

When the game ended, we sat down on the lakeside. Mom and Bel were lying on their stomachs, with their naked assess soaking up the sun.

"Getting a full-body tan is great, isn't it?" Mom asked Bel as she spread her legs to give the sun full access to her ass.

While they were basking in the sunshine, a 40-something man who lived in the community, came with his wife and children. Mom and Bel turned around and began talking with him. Mom raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight as she spoke with him.

I noticed that Mom's legs were apart and her pussy wide open. Men and women walking near the lake were getting a full view of the area between her legs. He, meanwhile, was standing near them, and his hard-as-a-rock cock was right in front of Mom and Bel, but they all continued talking as if he was wearing a three-piece suit.

"How does it feel?" his wife asked, looking at Mom's shaved area.

"I was hesitant at first, but now I rather like it. Shaving it the first time was tricky. I was scared of cuts and bruises. But it was smooth sailing."

"Yeah, we are also thinking about it," she said, pointing at her husband, who was standing with their boys.

"Go for it. If you don't like it, you can always grow it back," Mom suggested.

She wasn't the first one to ask Mom about it or to do a double take on seeing her hairless pussy. Others in the community and at the session also asked her about it or looked down below with fascination.

From there, we got on dirt bikes, with Jocelyn sitting behind me, pressing her naked breasts into my bare back, her bare thighs into my thighs, and her hands around me. Mom was holding Jocelyn's brother from behind and one of Mom's old friends was sitting nude behind Bel and holding her naked body. Erik, meanwhile, stayed back with his old flame.

We stopped to buy beer and cigarettes from a shop and, by the time we returned to the lake, everyone was gone. We sat down on the grass and started drinking and talking.

After downing a couple of beers, Mom and Jocelyn's elder brother got up and went for a swim in the lake. Mom's old friend and Bel stood up and, holding each other's hands, began walking toward the trees.

Jocelyn looked at me and said, "Let's find a suitable place."

As we went behind the bushes, we saw Mom's friend on top of Bel, they were kissing each other. They saw us and went back to kissing each other.

She lay down on the grass and, holding my face between her hands, brought my mouth near hers and locked my lips in a kiss. We began exploring each other's lips and mouths with our tongues as she closed her brown eyes and held me tightly. I slowly moved my tongue down, running it over her chin and her neck, and took her nipple in my mouth. When I did that, she stretched her arms above her head and lay there in silence. I gently bit her tit while my hand squeezed the other. After sucking and biting her left nipple, I moved to the right one, and now it was getting my whole attention.

She opened her eyes, saw me playing with her boobs, and, putting her hands on my shoulders, pulled me closer to her. Clasping my hard-as-a-rock thing, she guided it to her down under area. She rubbed me up and down her slit, getting the head of my cock covered in her pussy juices. Then I felt her steady me at her opening and pull gently. I gave a thrust, my hips adding the needed pressure. The area between her legs was so wet my tool slipped right through, and I entered her smoothly.

I went slow, steadily pushing more and more into her until I couldn't go any deeper. She tightened her pussy and let out a moan. I stopped thrusting and stayed still, with my tool still deep inside her. She looked at me and whispered, "Don't stop. Please." But I didn't move and enjoyed the feeling of her warm and wet entrance and the sheer hunger on her face. She closed her eyes again and draped her arm over her face as she waited for me.

Eventually, I started moving, slow at first, pulling almost my whole cock out before going all the way back in. I started pushing faster, longer, and deeper. She opened her eyes and, gripping me tightly, began watching me fuck her. She wrapped her legs around me, completely entwining both of us. Her legs pressed against my back and ass. We were sweating and breathing hard.

She let out a louder moan, and I felt her shudder under me. I knew she was as close as I was. She quivered under me and started coming. Just then, the pleasure of my own orgasm overtook me. I erupted deep into her, shooting my cum in ecstasy. She clasped her arms around me, pulled me into her, and didn't let go as I filled her pussy with cum.

I stayed still for a while, hot and exhausted. She traced circles lightly across my back. She had relaxed her legs, but we stayed intertwined, with me still inside her. I finally raised myself to be face-to-face with her. Her face was red, and sweat was making her hair stick to her forehead. I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine.

"Did your girlfriend teach you this?"

"Teach what?" I asked.

"All this?"

"No," I replied with a look of puzzlement on my face.

"You're pretty good. Boys your age usually aren't. Did Ulla teach you?" she again queried, referring to Mom.

"No, of course, not," I replied as I got off her.

"She'll be very happy when I tell her how good you are," she remarked, putting her arm behind my back.

As we headed back to the lake, we saw Mom's friend and Bel walking ahead of us.

"Your daughter's as good as you," Mom's friend said to Mom, putting one hand on Mom's breast and squeezing it.

"And he's excellent," Jocelyn added, making an O circle with her index finger and thumb.

"Honk her harder," Jocelyn said to her brother as she bent down and squeezed Mom's other tit.

Mom, who was riding Jocelyn's brother with his cock still inside her, smiled and, putting her hands on Jocelyn's brother's chest, started fucking him as we watched. Mom kept his thing inside her until he was completely drained, then she slowly got up as his tool slipped out of her pussy.

We began walking to the water to wash ourselves when she came behind me and, putting her arms around my neck, whispered, "Carry me."

"Why?" I asked, turning my head and looking at her face.

"I'm sore. Please carry me," she again whispered as she tried to climb on my back.

"You're incredible," I commented, putting my arms behind her thighs and lifting her on my back.

She wrapped her legs around my stomach, burying her voluptuous boobs into my back and putting her face next to mine.

"How can you be sore?" I inquired, putting my hands on her bare behind and pushing her body up.

Instead of replying, she simply kissed my neck as I carried her to the water. Finally, she got down and ran to the water with Jocelyn and the other guys.

"I knew you'd like her," Mom told her old friend, pointing at Bel, when we came out of the water.

"She's good," he replied.

"I want to taste her, too," Jocelyn's brother said as he hugged Bel from behind.

"But you're busy with Mom."

"I just wanted to see whether your mom tasted like she did back then. Won't let you go back without tasting you," he assured Bel, kissing her lips.

"And are you excellento?" Mom asked, putting her arms around me and burying her boob into my arm.

"Judith, Kasandra, and others also say that. I don't know why," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

Judith and Kasandra were Mom's friends.

"Do they? Wait until I tell them," Mom smiled, lightly slapping my ass.

We headed back to the cottage.

"He's better than Karl. He knows all the right moves. I guess he's more experienced," Bel said, referring to Mom's old friend, as she sat down on the bed.

"I heard your screams. How many times did you come?" I asked her, reclining next to her.

She didn't reply.

Mom, referring to Jocelyn's brother, commented, "Actually, the first time was better. I didn't love him or anything, but at least I knew him. Today, it was exciting, which was good, but there was no connection."

"Then why did you do it?" I inquired as I lay down on the bed and put my hands behind my head.

"Maybe it was just one of those days," she remarked, lying down beside me.

"How did things go with you?" Mom asked as she turned her body toward me and closed her eyes.

"She asked me if you were my private tutor. If you taught me."

"What did you say?"

"I told her the truth: that I taught you," I replied

On hearing that, she opened her blue eyes and looked at me. I smiled and winked.

All three of us went to sleep, with me in the middle.

At the resort the next day, we took part in a session that was only for community people aged 18 and above. Grandma and Grandpa were there, and just like the last session, Erik didn't come. So there were young boys and girls, some with their parents, some with their friends. The girl I had chatted with at the softball game was also there. She was sitting with a boy and two girls. And just like in the previous session, only Mom and Bel were shaved. The rest of us all had hair down there. Everybody, including us, was naked. Jocelyn, her younger brother, his wife, and her mother were managing the session. Jocelyn's mother got the ball rolling.

"So, what's this new thing I'm hearing about you?" she asked a red-haired 40-something woman.

"It's his new thing, not mine. He's bored with toys, so now he wants me to use new things."

"Elaborate," Jocelyn's mother ordered.

She stood up and said, "He wants me to put carrots, bananas, and zucchini inside me."

"In the front or back also?"

"Both places," she confessed as she looked around the room.

"Yes, I saw your son in the vegetable market, and he was checking how hard the vegetables were, so I asked him. He told me about it and that you had sent him to buy bananas and zucchini. So, why does your husband want to do that?"

"He says he read it somewhere that it feels like all your inside is full. He wants to try it," she replied, looking at the man sitting next to her.

"I've never tried it. What I'd suggest is don't try it. Vegetables and fruits have all kinds of germs and you can catch them. Plus, what if a banana breaks and stays inside you? When I told my family about your son looking for zucchini, my husband told my daughter-in-law that she should try it, but I told her no. My son, too, got excited but then I explained the risks. It's not worth it," Jocelyn's mother said, looking at her daughter-in-law, who was standing at the back of the room.

"Okay, now let's go back to our special guests. Let me start by saying that it's a safe place. You can share anything, however intimate, here. We all help each other, don't we?" she asked the men and women of the community.

They all nodded their heads.

"So, Bel, tell me anything that's bothering you. It can be anything," Jocelyn's mother remarked.

"I don't think I give a good head," Bel stood up and announced.

"Why do you say that?" Jocelyn's mother, who was on the stage, came closer to Bell and inquired.

"I don't know. I've seen my friend, she's better than me. Once, I saw Mom with her friend, and she was doing it better than me," Bel said.

When she said that both Mom and I looked at each other.

"This is a common thing, isn't it ladies?" Jocelyn's mother asked the women present there. Almost all nodded their heads.

"If I remember it correctly, even you faced this problem, didn't you?"

"I was disgusted by the thought. But then I got better," Grandma said with a smile.

"You got good," Grandpa corrected her.

"And what about you?" she asked Mom.

"I used to spit it out, and then you taught me to swallow it," Mom remarked.

"First thing first. I want you to be extremely comfortable with your body, and I mean extremely comfortable. I don't want you to have any inhibitions at all. I don't want you to be nervous about anything. I want you to be confident, to be proud of your body -- and ask anyone here and they'd tell you that you've a body to be proud of -- and I want you to completely surrender yourself to pleasure. It's only by surrendering yourself that you can explore each and every part of your body, experience all the senses, and unleash all your desires," Jocelyn's mother told Bel.

"The key is not to hold back, not to have any doubts, and not to think about right or wrong. God has made your body sensitive 'cause He wants you to have pleasure. He wants you to enjoy His creation. So let yourself go. I want you to come and lie down here," she added, pointing at a rug on the stage.

"She'll put a blindfold on your eyes. Don't be scared. We won't hurt you in any way. You're Ulla's daughter after all," she said, referring to Mom.

Her daughter-in-law went up to them with a black blindfold.

"I will ask the men to touch you everywhere. They will only touch you. Let them touch you wherever they want. This will help you shed your inhibitions and doubts. Just surrender yourself completely. Now lie down there," she ordered Bel.

Bel went and lay down on the rug with her legs straight and joined together and her hands on her stomach. Jocelyn's mother beckoned with her finger two boys, who were around 18 or 19, and pointed at Bel with her hand.

One boy lay down on Bel's left side and, turning his body toward her, put his hand on her big and perky breasts and began cupping and squeezing them while his mouth was kissing her cheeks and neck. The other boy, meanwhile, lay down on Bel's right side and started running his hand on her legs, thighs, and pussy. They played with her boobs, caressed her pink nipples, and put their hands between her legs as she lay there with her eyes blindfolded and her hands on her sides. Their cocks were hard as a rock and rubbing against her arms and legs, but she didn't move away. One boy turned her around, spread her legs, and both boys began feeling her soft and smooth ass and back.

"That's enough," Jocelyn's mother ordered. "Now you two," she said to a 40-something man and a 60-year-old.

Bel was lying there on her stomach, her face was hidden under her blonde hair, and her legs were wide open. The men lay down next to her and started touching her ass and back. Then they turned her on her back and felt each and every part of her body, including her pussy, but not the inside. The 60-year-old man raised himself on his knees and, turning Bel's face sideways with his hands, brought his erect cock near her mouth, putting its tip just near her lips.

"I said only touching," Jocelyn's mother shouted.

The man, still holding his cock, turned his head and looked at her.

"Okay, go on," she remarked.

He put the tip on Bel's lips and pushed his cock in her mouth as she parted her lips. He was inside her mouth only for a few seconds when Jocelyn's mouth said, "That's enough."

The man again looked at her and took his cock out. The other man, meanwhile, continued to rub Bel's pussy.

"You know what you've to do now," she reminded the 60-year-old man.

He nodded his head and told the other man to move. He lay down next to Bel, with his face near her hip, and placed his mouth between her legs. The other man got up and shoved his cock in her mouth. So now one man had his tongue in her pussy, and the other man had his thing in her mouth. But again, just after a few seconds, Jocelyn's mother said, "That's enough."

"Now it's your turn," she pointed at the two oldest members of the community, who were around 80.

The men got up and began playing with Bel's 18-year-old body.

"Go on, she'll help you," she said to one of them.

He placed his hands on her head, turned her face toward him, and placed the tip of his flaccid cock on her lips. Bel took it in her hand and opened her mouth. She began working on his thing, and though it took time, she breathed life into it. However, just when it stood up like a tent, Jocelyn's mother told the other man, "You go now."

The second man, who was caressing Bel's thighs, stomach, and boobs, got up and went near Bel with his half-erect cock. He lay down near her, with this crotch near her face, and shoved his thing in her mouth. He slowly began fucking her mouth as Bel cupped his balls and buried her nails into his ass. Soon he was hard as a rock.

"Okay, that's it. You two come now," Jocelyn's mother said to two young men who were in their 30s.

And this continued for several minutes. By the end of it, Bel had taken eight or 10 cocks in her mouth and four men had put their tongues in her pussy.

"Now it's the turn of my crown jewel," Jocelyn's mother said, winking at her husband.

He got up and came near Bel. He lay down near her leg, with his head resting on his elbow, supporting his head with his hand, and, without touching any other part of her body, he placed his fingers on her pussy and began rubbing it.

Bel grabbed his hand and tried to drag it to her stomach, but he went back to between her legs. She put her hand on his head and attempted to bring it closer to her face, but he stayed put. He continued to slowly rub her pussy, and soon Bel was holding her head in her hands, and as his pace increased, her body began quivering, and she started moaning softly.

I turned my head at looked at Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa and they looked back at me. The moans got louder, and now Bel's legs were visibly shaking. Bel pushed Jocelyn's father's hands away from her with all her strength and closed her legs as a loud moan escaped her mouth. As the orgasm enveloped her whole body, Jocelyn's father sat there and watched her young and tight body writhe in pure pleasure.

Jocelyn's mother got up and, holding Bel's hand, helped her sit up. She then removed her blindfold and said, "How was it?"

Bel looked around at us and, after taking everything in, replied, "Weird, very weird. I couldn't see anything, only feel them. I don't even know who was there."

"Trust me, you will be much more comfortable with your body. You will be as confident as your mother and Jocelyn. Remember, practice makes perfect. Now go wash yourself and join us as I've some special plans for you."

As Bel left for the bathroom, she asked, "Okay, who'd like to help our young Bel? Raise your hands."

As soon as she said that, many hands went up. She selected a guy who was around 25 and asked him to go to where Bel was sitting cross-legged. He went up to her and stood in front of her with his hands on his hips. Jocelyn's sister-in-law placed a cushion and asked Bel to place her knees on it.

"I want to see you use only your tongue, not your mouth. Understood? Play with your tongue. Do it," Jocelyn's mother said to Bel.

"And you know what to do," she told the guy.

Bel placed her knees on the cushion and, putting her hands on the man's inner thighs, began licking his balls with her tongue, and then going under his balls, she ran her tongue from his perineum to his balls and to the tip of his cock.

She tilted her head back a little and looked at his face. Then, placing the tip of her tongue on his tip, she started exploring it. He had his hands on his hips and was looking down at her. She began running her tongue from the tip of his raging tool down to the shaft and then back again to the tip. She opened her mouth and took it in her mouth.

"No mouth, I said. And cup his balls," Jocelyn's mother shouted.

Bel withdrew it from her mouth and, cupping his balls, began exploring his thick bush with her tongue, making his pubic hair wet with her saliva. She was running her tongue over his cock when he grabbed her head with his hands and shoved it in her mouth. He jerked his hips as he started unloading in her mouth.

She immediately took it out and, bending her body, began coughing and spitting his cum, with the cum dripping from her mouth to her chin and then to the floor. He pushed her to the floor with his hands, and she found herself lying in a fetal position. He unloaded the rest of his cum on her boobs and stomach as she lay there with her eyes closed.

Once done, he simply turned and headed to the bathroom to wash himself. Jocelyn's sister-in-law came and cleaned Bel with the towel, and the floor with a rug, and asked her to sit on the cushion. Bel went and sat down with her head bowed and her blonde hair in a mess.

"We aren't happy with your performance, we really aren't. If this is how you do with your boyfriend, then let me tell you right now that he won't stay with you for long. Or any boy, for that matter. I don't want to see all this mess again," Jocelyn's mother said as she came near Bel and stared at her.

Bel kept her head bowed and her mouth shut.

"Pick that bottle and wash your mouth. You will do it again and this time you can use your mouth. Rick, your turn now," she said, pointing at a 50-something man.

Bel began stroking his half-erect cock. Within a minute or so, he was hard as a rock. Bel put her hands on his ass and took the tip of his tool in her mouth and then some more and started giving him a blowjob.

"Stop there," Jocelyn's mother ordered.

"Try to take all of it. Don't be afraid, nothing will happen," she explained to her.

"I'm scared of choking," Bel admitted.

"Has any lady here choked ever?" she again asked the audience.

No came the resounding reply.

"Believe me. If you don't believe me, believe your mother or your grandmother. You won't choke. Now try to take all of it. Your lips should touch this skin," she said as she got up and touched the skin of that guy's crotch. "If you get hair in your mouth, just flick it away. Now try once more."

Bel again stroked him and again made him hard. This time, she slowly took his head in her mouth and kept going until three-fourths of it was in her mouth. She took it out of her mouth, took some deep breaths, and repeated the process. After the third attempt, his whole cock was in her mouth, and putting his hands behind her head, he began fucking her mouth as Bel raised her blue eyes and looked at his face.

"Remember, you've to swallow it. Don't spit it out," Jocelyn's mother warned her.

He continued fucking her mouth and then clasped her head tightly as he unloaded his cum in her mouth. She instinctively jerked her head, but kept his cock inside her mouth and then swallowed all of his cum.

"Open your mouth and show us," Jocelyn's mother ordered.

Bel opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. This time, all the present there, including Mom and Erik, applauded her.

"Come here, Johan," she said to her younger son.

"Bel, let me start by saying he's rough, very rough. But he won't hurt you in any way. If you can handle him, then you can handle anyone. Your mom suggested him."

"She's right. He's rough but he won't hurt you. Though handling him is a challenge. I puked all over the place. That was the only time I puked while giving head. Just don't be scared. He knows what he's doing, and we all are here, so don't be scared," Mom, who was sitting with her knees raised and her hands on her feet, shared.

Johan was 30 years old with shoulder-length black hair and broad shoulders. He came and stood in front of Bel. His wife, who was 27 years old, came and placed a towel near Bel's legs.

"Don't worry. Just go with the flow. He'll try to choke you, but it's just acting. He won't really choke you," she assured Bel.

"The first time she did it, she came running to me and told me that she didn't puke, she didn't cry or anything. She was very proud," a man in his 50s declared.

"Dad!" she exclaimed as she darted her brown eyes toward him and smiled.

"Come, I'll help you. Just don't bite it, okay," the wife said to Bel.

She took her husband's cock in her mouth and began sucking it. Once he was hard, she took it out of her mouth and guided Bel's 18-year-old mouth to it. He gently started fucking Bel's mouth and then moved it to his wife's mouth. She sucked it for a few seconds and again shifted it to Bel's mouth.

He placed his hands behind Bel's head and shoved his thing into her mouth. Bel tried to get away, but he maintained his grip on her head and kept choking her with his cock. Then he pulled it out. Bel fell to the floor and began coughing and breathing heavily. Saliva was dripping from her mouth to her chin, her breasts, and on the floor. While Bel was on the floor, his wife took his saliva-drenched tool and put it in her mouth.

When Bel regained composure, he again shoved it in her mouth and once again started choking and gagging her. Bel tried her best to get away but his grip was too strong. When he finally pulled it out, Bel's face was completely pale, her pupils had expanded, and she was spitting loads of saliva all over her body and the floor.

"I can't do it, I can't," she pleaded between the coughs.

I looked at Mom and she signaled me with her eyes that everything was fine.

"You can and you will," he said as he dragged her mouth to his cock.

This time he started fucking her mouth without stopping. Her nose, meanwhile, began running. She was wiping her nose with her hand constantly, and her eyes were blood red. He suddenly jerked his body forward and began unloading his cum in her mouth. And just as suddenly, he took it out and put it in his wife's mouth.

Because of the coughing and choking, it was simply impossible for Bel to swallow all of his cum, and so his cum dripped from her mouth to her chin and onto her breasts. She sat there with her hands on her hips, her head bowed, and breathing heavily.

His wife sucked the last drops of his cum. Once he was done fucking his wife's mouth, he simply left them there and went to wash himself in the bathroom. His wife picked up the towel and wiped the saliva and cum off Bel's mouth, chin, breasts, and legs and then helped her stand up and told her to wash herself. She wiped the floor with the rug and followed Bel to the bathroom.

"Come here you two," Jocelyn's mother said to Bel and her daughter-in-law when they came back from the bathroom.

"You've made us proud, especially your mother. See she's beaming with pride. You outdid her. You handled it much better than her," Jocelyn's mother told Bel.

"I still remember how worried you were," she said to a 40-something woman.

"You were scared that my son would hurt your daughter. I kept telling you that he wouldn't. But you weren't convinced. So one day, after both had come back from school, I took him to your house and told him to do it in front of us. I knew that was the only way to convince you.

"After a lot of cajoling and persuasion, they both did it in front of us. But even then you were scared to death. You were whispering 'He's choking her, he'll kill her, and she can't breathe.' I kept telling you to keep quiet. And now she's helping others. She's training you these days, isn't she?" she asked a girl who looked barely 18 and had small but developing breasts and few strands of hair down there.

"Hmm, she is. Daddy was afraid, too," she remarked, looking at a man sitting next to her who was in his late 30s.

"Just like you, my mommy told me that he wouldn't hurt me, that he didn't hurt her when he was with her, and that she'd be there with me. First, I saw him with Mommy and her, and then he came to me," she elaborated, pointing at Jocelyn's sister-in-law with her head.

"Well, Bel. Let me just say this: you're gonna make boys very happy when you go back," Jocelyn's mother said.

"Okay, now let's hear from your brother. We all know that boys have all kinds of fantasies. What's your fantasy? Remember we share everything here."

"I don't know," I admitted as I stood up.

"Are you telling us that you don't have a fantasy? Come on, be a man!" she announced.

"Okay, I've thought about attending a party where everyone's wearing a mask and a robe, and then they do it in front of other people," I confessed.

"Where did you read that?" she asked.

"In a magazine," I confessed.

"That's an exciting fantasy. Do they know each other, or are they all strangers?"

"I don't know. Maybe strangers. They are in a big grand hall."

"Well, let's hope your fantasy comes true. What's your fantasy? What's one thing you want to do or want to happen?" Jocelyn's mother asked Mom.

Mom stood there thinking for a long time and finally said, "One of my fantasies is to have all my holes filled at the same time."

"Has anyone filled your back hole?"

"Yes."

"Elaborate," her mother requested.

"My late husband, Nils, and a few other guys."

"How was it?"

"With Nils and the other guys it was fine. However, one guy I dated was very rough. Actually, I and another woman were with him and he was pretty rough. I was with them for a few days, and he did me four times, and all four times, it was painful. Franz and Keith did me together, but since they were only two, not all my holes were filled," Mom elaborated, referring to Jocelyn's elder brother and his friend.

"Which one wasn't filled?"

"My mouth," Mom answered.

"I remember you telling me that both Franz and Keith struggled to get into your back hole. Am I correct?"

"Yes, we three were inexperienced at that time."

"I think you can make this fantasy come true here. Now you're experienced, Franz is, and we can very easily find a third experienced partner right here. Okay, that's all for today's session. Remember to take care of your body. Now go make love."

We all got up and began leaving the hall, and Jocelyn's family started cleaning the hall. On the way, I said to Bel, "How was it?"

"What?"

"Johan," I replied, referring to Jocelyn's brother.

"Rough, very rough. It feels like my whole mouth is still full. It feels like it's still here," she answered, touching her throat.

"How do you do it?" she turned her head and asked Mom.

"Some men like it rough," Mom remarked, shrugging her shoulders.

"How and when did you see me?" Mom queried.

"Whaddya mean?"

"You said back there that you saw me with a friend. When did you see me?"

"You were with Clas in the living room in the afternoon. I was sleeping and heard voices, so I opened the door and saw you," Bel replied without looking at us.

"What did you see?" I inquired.

When I said that, Mom turned her head and stared at me.

"She was with him. What else?"

"Have you also seen me?" Mom asked me.

"No, never."

Mom simply nodded her head and kept walking.

Later in the afternoon, when I came back to the cottage after taking a walk in the community, I noticed a boy who looked around 18 come out of Grandma's room and run to the kitchen. He was completely naked. I peeked inside the half-open door and saw the back of a boy. He had his leg on Grandma's thigh, his arm around her, and his crotch was pressed against her ass. Both were naked. I tip-toed to my room.

Mom was lying on the bed reading a book. She wasn't wearing anything, and her legs were wide open. I went to the cupboard and began changing my clothes. While I was changing, I saw her turn her body toward me, with her head resting on her elbow, supporting her head with her hand, and steal glances at me. After putting on shorts but no underwear, I looked at her watching me and said, "What?"

She put the book on the bed, stretched out her arms, and said, "Come here."

I went and lay down on my back next to her. She turned her body once again, now she was lying on her stomach, and, bringing her face closer, began running her fingers through my hair.

"I'm very proud of you."

"Why?" I asked, touching her wavy blonde hair.

"Because you're considerate, handsome, and got a big... drill," she replied as she buried her face in the bed and hid it between her arms.

"Mom!" I exclaimed, staring at the back of her head.

"Oh, so you can peek at these all the time, and I can't praise it even once?" she inquired as she raised her head and pointed at her voluptuous boobs with her eyes.

"I never peek."

"Oh, you never peek? Ever?" she queried.

I saw her pupils becoming bigger and she was staring at me. Then she lunged at me and buried my face in her boobs.

"Get off me. I can't breathe," I shouted as I felt the full weight of her big breasts on my face.

"Peek now, go on, peek," she taunted me.

I placed my arms around her and finally succeeded in pushing her off me. After regaining my breath, I saw her smiling. Her hair was in a mess on her face, her arms were behind her head, and her tits were moving with her breath.

"What are you reading?" I asked as I got up, picked a magazine from the side table, and sat down on a chair opposite her.

"How to suffocate your son," she replied as she picked up the book and began reading it.

"Where's Bel?"

"She's at Jocelyn's place," I replied.

"Where's Grandpa?"

"He's out fishing. Your grandma's in her room."

"Yes, she's with two guys," I remarked.

"Yeah, I know," Mom said without removing her eyes from the book.

Mom was reading the book, and I was reading the magazine when Grandma entered the room. She gave me a smile and lay down near Mom.

"What a day!" Grandma exclaimed, giving me a smile.

"Had fun?" Mom asked her, turning her face and looking at Grandma, who was lying near her with her legs spread open.

"Twice each," Grandma announced.

"Hmm," Mom murmured.

I waited for Grandma to elaborate as I didn't get it, but when she didn't, I said, "Whaddya mean by twice each?"

Without taking her eyes away from the book, Mom explained, "That both boys did her twice."

"Young boys are always fun. They are always ready for it. See him," she said, watching me sitting right opposite her.

Mom raised her head, gazed at the bulge in my shorts, and saw me looking at her and Grandma's butt holes and pussies.

"Come here," Grandma ordered, pointing at Mom's legs.

I got on the bed and crawled closer to Mom.

"Kneel down here," Grandma said, signaling between Mom's legs.

"Mother, I'm reading," Mom pleaded.

"So?" Grandma inquired.

"Now get rid of it. You shouldn't walk around like this," she added.

"Go on, do it," Grandma told me as I knelt down between Mom's legs.

"Do what?" I inquired, looking at them.

"Take care of it. How do you say it? Oh yes, jerk off," Grandma said.

Mom put the book down and, placing her hands behind her head, watched me with her blue eyes.

"Pick the tissue box," Mom told me.

"No, you don't need tissues. Just do it," Grandma ordered.

I raised myself on my knees and began jerking off, with my cock pointing straight at Mom's stomach and breasts. When I started stroking it faster, Grandma got up and, putting her hand over my hand, pushed my thing down. I lifted my eyes and looked at her and then at Mom.

I understood what she wanted me to do, so I angled my tool at Mom's entrance. Mom simply watched. Pushing my cock directly over her pussy, I began coming. Since her legs were wide open and I was so close to her, my cum landed above her pussy and started dripping between her legs. Grandma grabbed my thing in her hand and squeezed it right over Mom's pussy, with the tip touching her left lip.

When I straightened myself, Grandma said, "Give your mom and me a kiss."

I crawled to Mom, kissed her lips as she smiled, and then went to Grandma.

"Now I'll have to wash myself," Mom complained as she raised herself and looked at my cum on her crotch and pussy.

"Your uncle Erik used to do it just after she showered. She used to get so mad at him," Grandma told me.

"He used to drive me crazy," Mom concurred, getting up from the bed.

"Go with her. She'll wash you," Grandma ordered.

"Mother, he's 19, he can wash himself," Mom replied.

"Go with her," Grandma again ordered as she got up and followed me and Mom.

In the bathroom, Mom tied her hair in a bun, put on the shower cap, switched on the shower, and got under it with me. She gave the soap to me and said, "You wash me."

She turned her back toward me as I took the soap under the watchful eye of Grandma, who was looking at us from outside the shower room. I began washing just behind her neck and proceeded to her back.

"Do my shoulders," Mom suggested without turning her head.

I placed my hand on her shoulder and started washing her shoulders and arms. I moved my hands under her arms and began cleaning her armpits and her ribs.

"Go down," Grandma ordered.

I shifted to her side and started lathering up her ass in a circular motion as she stood there with her back toward me.

"Clean between her cheeks," Grandma said.

I looked at her and thought Mom would say something, but she didn't. So, I put my hands on her thighs, made her separate her legs wider, and began cleaning between her cheeks, with my fingers going up and down over her butt hole.

Mom turned her body, now her face was parallel to mine and her voluptuous bosom was inches away from my chest. I started from her neck and moved to her boobs, slowly applying soap all over her breasts and her pink nipples. My cock was fully erect, but neither Grandma nor Mom said anything. I put both of my hands on her tits and squeezed them, like I was cleaning them, and gently rubbed my fingers on her nipples. Then I shifted to her stomach and her thighs.

"Clean her inside," Grandma suggested.

When she said that, I looked into Mom's blue eyes, but there was no reaction. I hesitated as I wasn't sure Mom wanted me to do that.

"Put two fingers inside her. Don't worry. She has taken more than two fingers. Clean it nicely," Grandma told me.

I once again lathered up my hand and gently slipped two fingers into her pussy. Mom put one hand on my shoulder and stood there as my fingers explored her pussy, and my hard-as-a-rock cock moved up and down with my hand movement.

"That's enough," Grandma ordered.

I slowly took my fingers out of her pussy. When I did that, Mom buried her nails into my shoulder. Thankfully, Grandma didn't notice that.

"Now let her wash you," Grandma said.

Mom took the soap, turned me around, and began applying it to my back. From there, she moved to my ass and, putting one hand on my shoulder for support, began cleaning it.

"Who's going to clean his inside?" Grandma asked.

I lifted my head and stared at Grandma and then at Mom but didn't detect any reaction.

"I will," Mom whispered as she placed her hand on my back and signaled me to bend down.

Mom lathered up her hand and, putting her hand across my stomach, slowly pushed the tip of one finger into my hole as I planted my palms on the tiles and curled up my toes in pain and pleasure.

"That's how she cleans her father," Grandma revealed.

My pupils expanded when I heard that, but since my head was bowed, they didn't notice that.

Mom took the tip of her finger out of my hole and slipped it in again. She repeated this three times. By the third time, more than half of her finger was inside me. Then she turned me around. Now I was facing her. She picked up the soap again and turned on the shower, but I told her to hang on.

"Why?" she inquired.

"I need to pee," I admitted.

"Do it here. Nils used to do it," Grandma commented, referring to my dad.

"Nils, Erik, father, all of them," Mom remarked, looking at Grandma.

Mom extended her arm to turn on the shower, but Grandma said, "Don't waste water."

Since Mom was standing next to me and close when I began peeing, it landed on her leg.

"Stop," Grandma shouted.

"Stand like you stand for your father," she told Mom.

Mom shifted a bit, and now she was standing right opposite me. Holding my thing in my hand, I again started peeing, and the warm water landed straight on Mom's crotch. At first, I didn't understand why Grandma asked Mom to move, but when the pee began to stream down from her crotch to between her legs, I understood. The water was now cascading all the way down, drenching her pussy and thighs.

When I was done, Mom turned the shower on and took my cock in her hand. I thought she was gonna put soap on it or wash it, but she wrapped her fingers around it and started jerking me off right there.

"How did it start?" Grandma inquired.

"What?" I asked, looking at Mom, who was standing there with her head bowed and her eyes on my cock.

"Her helping you."

"I was with her in her room one night, and she helped me," I answered.

"Have you helped her?"

"No."

"You should help her, too," she commented.

Mom increased the pace, and I grabbed her arm as I unloaded my cum on her stomach and crotch right in front of Grandma. After washing me and herself, Mom took a towel from Grandma and said, "Why don't you take a shower? He'll wash you."

"I took it when the boys left," Grandma replied, referring to the two boys who were doing her when I entered the house.

"You can take it again. He's here," Mom persisted as I gently ran the towel over her voluptuous breasts.

"I know, honey. And you know I'd love to, but maybe later," Grandma answered.

I dried each and every part of Mom's body, including between her legs, and she dried me.

"If your mother's too busy to help you, you can always come to me," Grandma said as she left the bathroom.

"Does Grandpa also pee in the shower?" I asked Mom as she helped me put on my underwear.

"Don't you all?" she wondered aloud.

"I meant... never mind."

"I know what you meant. You remember your dad's friend Anders? He used to do it in the shower with Agnes, his wife. He told your dad and your dad asked me. I told him I didn't mind it. He then told your grandpa and Erik. That's how it started," she explained as she helped me put on shorts.

"Once, I and Jocelyn were in Uncle Hans' house, and he had a precious vase. He had told us many times that it was very precious and we should be very careful around it. That day, I don't know how, but my elbow bumped into it and it fell on the ground. Your grandpa offered to pay for it, but Uncle Hans did not want money. He wanted to punish me. The next afternoon, he, his wife, and their son, Goran, came to Grandma's house. Uncle Erik, Grandma, Grandpa, Jocelyn, her parents, and one or two more people were there. First, Grandma made me drink water after water and then told me to stand in the backyard. There they all watched as I peed standing up," Mom said, putting on her top but no bra.

"Weren't you wearing anything?"

"No. We were in the community like we are here."

"Were you angry?"

"No. It taught me not to break anything," she smiled.

"How old were you?"

"Bel's age. Eighteen."

She put on her panties and jeans and we went to the kitchen to cook something for lunch. In the evening, Mom, Bel, and I went to Jocelyn's mother's house. Erik was out with his old flame and old friends. We headed to a room, with Mom leading the way, where Jocelyn and her two brothers were sitting on a bed. Like us, they, too, were naked.

"You come here," Jocelyn said to me, patting her right-hand side.

I went and sat next to her, with my back resting on the headrest and my legs spread straight.

"This is how we used to spend the whole day," Mom told us as she sat down next to me.

Jocelyn's elder brother, who had fucked Mom at the beach and who had taken her virginity, was next to her, and Bel sat down between his legs, with her back toward him. Jocelyn's younger brother, the one who had choked Bel with his cock, sat opposite Mom, with his feet touching Mom's stomach. Since Mom was sitting next to me, our arms, hips, and thighs were touching, but neither of us made any effort to shift.

They began talking about life, work, marriages, etc. when I saw from the corner of my eye that Jocelyn's elder brother was caressing Bel's breasts.

A little later, I saw him turn his body a little and cup Mom's right tit. Mom, meanwhile, kept talking to Jocelyn as if nothing had happened. He then bent his head and, squeezing Bel's boobs tightly, kissed Mom's left nipple and then planted his lips first on Bel's left tit and then the right one.

His younger brother took Mom's hands in his hands and brought them to his half-erect cock. Mom started stroking him without breaking the conversation with Jocelyn. He lifted himself and began licking her toes one by one. Mom looked at him and smiled. He placed his tongue on her ankle and slowly ran it all the way between her legs. On reaching there, he stopped and gently started touching her pussy. Then he slipped one finger inside her and took her nipple in his mouth.

When he began fingering her, Mom let out a soft moan and spread her legs apart. Now her thigh was on my stomach, and her leg was rubbing against my fully erect thing. Jocelyn's brother increased the speed of his finger as his other hand played with Mom's voluptuous boobs. Mom turned her head, looked at me, and placed her leg over my tool, burying it under her leg.

"You're very silent," Jocelyn suddenly said to me.

"I was listening."

"Doesn't it fancy me tonight?"

"Huh?" I queried.

"It's hiding from me," she commented, as she freed my cock from under Mom's leg.

"Let's hide it here," she added, taking it in her mouth.

Mom saw it going into her mouth and closed her eyes. Jocelyn was sucking it when the door opened and in walked in her mother wearing a robe.

"Oh, this is like the olden days. Y'all used to spend hours in bed like this," she declared.

The second she walked in, I tried to move Jocelyn away from my cock. Jocelyn lifted her head, saw her mother, and went back to sucking it. Her elder brother had his finger in Bel's entrance and that is where his finger stayed.

Bel, who was lying with her back toward him and her legs wide open, also made no effort to remove his finger. Jocelyn's younger brother, meanwhile, continued to explore Mom's down under area with his finger.

"It's so good to see y'all together," Jocelyn's mother added as she watched us.

"Anyone fancies a beer or something?" her husband asked as he opened the door and peeked inside.

"We do," his elder son answered.

"Here you go then," he smiled, putting the beers on the side table.

"Give it to us," Jocelyn requested.

He opened the cans and handed each of us a beer. His wife opened the door and left us alone

"I can see y'all are busy," he said, adjusting his nightgown.

"It's great to be back," Mom remarked as she took Jocelyn's younger brother's finger out of her pussy and got up.

"Hey, where are you going?" her brother asked Mom.

"Wait," Mom replied.

She took a swig of the beer and went to Jocelyn's father. She buried her naked body into his nightgown, and he wrapped his arms around her bare back.

"Guess what he's famous for not only here but all over this place," Mom asked me as she put her arm around him and stood next to him.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"You try," she told Bel.

"His generosity?"

"Not even close. His tongue. His tongue has magic. I was around your age when I first experienced his magical tongue. My whole body went into ecstasy. I still haven't forgotten it."

"The first person to do it was Daddy," Jocelyn said, looking at Mom.

"Mother had told about it in a session, about how pleasurable it was, so your mother asked a boy to do it, but he refused. So your mother and I went to Daddy and Mommy and told them about it. He said he'd show us it was better than penetration. When he did it, I actually squirted. I was so ashamed, but Daddy told me it was all normal. After that, all my friends went to him."

"What's squirting?" Bel wondered aloud.

Jocelyn's elder brother started explaining it, but Jocelyn told him she'd explain it.

"It's like reaching climax, having an orgasm, but sometimes more intense."

"Father's face was totally drenched with her juices," her brother added.

Bel and I sat there silently as it was all Greek to us.

"And your mother went to him on her wedding day," Jocelyn revealed, pointing at her father with her head.

This was news to me and my ears perked up.

"I was marrying your dad in the evening. I was both nervous and excited, so I went to him two hours before the wedding in my wedding gown. I told Mom and Daddy that Jocelyn needed to get something from the house. Later, I was serene during the whole wedding," Mom smiled.

"Can you let Bel feel the magic?" Mom inquired.

"I... I don't know," Jocelyn's father stuttered.

"I want her to experience it. Please," she whispered as she turned her body sideways and slipped her hand inside his nightgown, and began stroking his cock.

"Well, if she wants it... I guess I can."

"She wants it. She, of course, wants it," Mom again whispered as she started stroking it faster.

"Well, then scoot," he ordered as he took off his nightgown and came closer to Bel.

He made Bel lay down on her back and, putting his face between her legs, he put her legs on his shoulders. With him on the bed, the space became tighter. Jocelyn's elder brother was sitting on the far right side of the bed. Bel was next to him. Jocelyn's younger brother was on her left, and Mom was sitting between his legs, with his hands across her stomach, just below her voluptuous boobs, and his cock buried in her back. I was next to Mom, and Jocelyn was sitting behind me. She hugged me tightly, her leg on my leg and her hands on my chest.

And if this wasn't tight enough, Jocelyn's elder brother's wife entered the room.

"What's going on here? I was waiting for you," she asked her husband sitting at the far side.

"Sheesh. Daddy's gonna work his magic," he replied.

"Oh, Daddy's very good. You're gonna love it," she told Bel as she took off her shorts and top and planted her naked ass between her husband's legs, and sat down with her knees raised.

Jocelyn's father placed his hands under Bel's inner thighs and slowly began licking her. While he was doing that, I saw Jocelyn's sister-in-law take her husband's hand and put it between her legs.

Jocelyn's younger brother bent his head and kissed Mom on her lips and placed his hand on her tit. When he did that, I moved my hand to Mom's bare hip, just near her pussy, as I didn't want my hand colliding with his hand while he touched Mom's boobs. Now that he had space, he squeezed her breasts tightly and again kissed her.

Jocelyn, who was sitting behind me, took my face in her hand and kissed me on my lips and ears. She slipped her hand between my legs and cupped my balls. Jocelyn's brother turned Mom around. Now her face was toward me, her boobs were pressed against my arm, and her thigh was on my leg. My cock was hard as a rock and Jocelyn was playing with its tip right in front of Mom.

Jocelyn's brother put his hand on Mom's shoulder and slipped his thing inside her from behind, and began fucking her. Mom placed her face just near my ear, with her lips touching my shoulder, and gripped my naked hip with her hand. As he began drilling his tool deeper into her, her breasts started slamming faster into my arm. He'd push his cock into her, and she'd ram her voluptuous boobs into my arm. With his every thrust, she let out a faint "ah, ah" near my ear. She moved her hand from my hip and placed it in my hand, locking our fingers together.

While all this was happening, Jocelyn didn't break the conversation.

"Once, Daddy told her not to climb a tree, but she not only climbed the tree, she made me climb, too. Daddy was so upset that he dragged her to the house and whipped her ass with his bare hands. It was all red. After that, she deliberately did things just to make him upset. He'd make her bend down on the table and whoop her ass until it was all red," she continued.

"I still miss it," Mom murmured between the moans.

"Your mother has got a lovely pair, hasn't she? All the boys wanted to touch them," Jocelyn said, lightly slapping Mom's tit.

When she said that, Mom looked at her and, placing one hand under her breast, lifted it and put her boob on my arm, with the nipple facing us. Jocelyn climbed on top of me, putting her tits and face over my body, and took Mom's breast in her mouth as her brother fucked Mom. Mom closed her eyes. Jocelyn began sucking it as her hand cupped Mom's other breast. Then she moved her attention to the other boob.

Her brother, meanwhile, held Mom by her waist and continued to rock her body against my body with faster and faster thrusts. So Mom was getting fucked from behind, and Jocelyn was sucking her tits from the front, all literally under my nose.

After two or three minutes, Jocelyn removed her face from Mom's bosom and whispered, "I missed them."

"I know," Mom whispered back.

Jocelyn rolled off my body and lay back next to me. Her brother tightly cupped Mom's tit and continued screwing her.

Meanwhile, her father pushed his tongue deep inside Bel as she clenched her fists and arched her back. While she was nearing climax, Jocelyn's sister-in-law was moaning as her husband continued rubbing her. Since there was really no space, Jocelyn began stroking my cock just inches from Mom's thigh. Mom saw Jocelyn stroking it and caressing its tip and, lifting her gaze, gave me a smile.

Suddenly, Bel arched her whole body and let out a loud moan, the loudest moan I had ever heard, and slumped on the bed, with her legs visibly shaking. Jocelyn's father lifted his face, smiled, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Just then, Mom began squeezing my hand and lightly buried her teeth into my shoulder as Jocelyn's brother started unloading his cum in her. I felt Mom quiver in sheer pleasure and then saw her face turn pale as her body slumped in pure exhaustion. She lay there beside me with her eyes closed, her breasts pressed against my arm, and her hand on my stomach. Jocelyn's brother took his cock out and lay there on his back.

"Daddy, do me, please, please," shouted his daughter-in-law, spreading her legs.

"Let me straighten my jaw," he pleaded as he watched Bel lying there with her eyes closed.

"My jaw is tired but I'll try," he said, putting his face in his daughter-in-law's thick bush.

Her husband played with her boobs and kissed her as his father ate her pussy. While all this was going on, we kept drinking beers that Jocelyn's mother had put on the headrest. Then her mother arrived with more beers.

"So, how was it?" she inquired as she sat down near Bel.

"Out of this world," Bel whispered, opening her blue eyes and looking at her.

"I'm glad you liked it. You're like a granddaughter to me. You're always welcome here," she said as she kissed Bel's forehead and sat down on a chair that was on the side of the bed.

Her daughter-in-law was now moaning as her husband pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy. Though he had eaten Bel minutes ago, he kept going and stopped only once, and that was to take out a pubic hair that had gone into his mouth. His daughter-in-law began screaming "Oh God, oh God" and started thumping the bed with her fists as orgasm after orgasm swept her. Then she just lay there motionless like Bel.

Jocelyn's elder brother got up from the bed and, going near Bel, he spread her legs apart and shoved his raging thing into her. She locked her arms around his back and held him tightly as he began fucking her. Jocelyn's father took a beer bottle from his wife and sat down on a chair opposite us.

Jocelyn's sister-in-law crawled to her brother-in-law, the guy who had just fucked Mom, and said, "You're next. You'll do her after your brother."

He looked at her and replied, "Can't. My battery has run out."

"I know you want her. I know you want her firm and smooth body. I know how to recharge your battery," she whispered, taking his thing in her hand.

Though he hadn't washed his cock after fucking my mom, she didn't ask him to clean it. She simply took it in her mouth. He lay back and watched her. She cupped his balls and, taking his tool out of her mouth, began running her tongue over his tip. Then she slid closer to him and brought his hand to her boobs. While he cupped and squeezed her tits, she played with his thing. Soon his battery was getting recharged.

Bel, whose whole body was rocking with every thrust, bit her bottom lip and murmured, "Please come, please." He looked at her face, increased his pace, and started coming inside her.

"I told you I'd taste you," he said to Bel as he lifted himself and went to the bathroom.

His younger brother came to Bel and, turning her around, he began screwing her from behind. Bel placed her face between her arms and closed her eyes. His hands were all over her, including her big and perky boobs. Thankfully, he didn't take years to come like his brother. Soon he was filling her with his cum.

Mom rolled out of the bed and went to Jocelyn's father.

"Aren't you gonna do her?" she asked him as she sat down on the floor near his legs.

"No, no. I'm good."

"Oh, come on. Do you really don't want her?" Mom continued, putting her arms on his bare thighs and taking his cock in her mouth.

"You children have fun. I'm old now."

"You'd like it, trust me. Do her just like you did us," Mom added, taking it out of her mouth, it was fully erect.

"Yeah, we were her age when you did us," Jocelyn concurred.

"I was a few months younger than her," Mom added.

"Yes, Daddy, you should do her," his daughter-in-law, whose pussy he was eating, said.

Mom held his cock in her hand and guided him to Bel, who was lying on the bed with her legs wide open and her eyes closed. He climbed on top of her and kissed her neck.

He brought her face near his mouth and kissed her lips and cheeks, then, cupping her big breasts, he began kissing her whole body, including her neck, her stomach, and her pink nipples. Resting his hands on the bed, he started fucking her as her breasts bounced with her every move. He kept going until he was filling her with his cum. Her 18-year-old pussy was now dripping with cum of three different men.

While he was humping Bel, Jocelyn slid closer to me and, putting her leg on my leg, started stroking my thing. I was already very excited and I knew that I'd come soon. Mom was reclining on the bed next to me with her thigh touching my stomach. Jocelyn kept stroking it as my cum shot from my cock and landed on my chest, my stomach, and even on Mom's thigh. Jocelyn didn't let go of my thing until it was totally drained.

"Lemme see how you taste. Some men taste awful," Jocelyn commented as she flicked my cum off my stomach.

"You taste delicious. He's yummy," she said, looking at Mom.

Mom pointed at my cum on her thigh, and Jocelyn scooped it with her finger and put it in her mouth.

After Jocelyn came back from the bathroom, I got up and went with Bel to wash ourselves. We took a quick shower, with Bel showering below the neck to keep her hair dry, and dried ourselves with the towels that Jocelyn had already placed.

By the time we came back, Jocelyn's father and mother had gone to their room. Jocelyn's elder brother and his wife had left for their home. So, only we three and Jocelyn and her younger brother were there.

I lay down in the middle, with Jocelyn on my left and Mom on my right. Next to Mom was Bel, and behind her was Jocelyn's brother. All of us were sleeping on our sides. Mom had her leg between my legs, with her knee nudged against my cock, and her voluptuous breasts tucked into my chest. My one arm was between me and her boobs and the other was on her hip. Her face was buried in my neck and I could feel her warm breath on my skin. Her one arm was between us and the other on my shoulder. Jocelyn's arm was on my hip and her tits were pressed against my back. Bel, meanwhile, had her back toward Mom, and her face was hidden in Jocelyn's brother's hairy chest.

I thought sleeping in that position was impossible, especially as my tool was again becoming hard, but finally, the beers kicked in, and I went to sleep, sandwiched between Mom and Jocelyn.

When I woke up in the morning, Mom was looking at me and smiling.

"Good morning," I said to her.

"Good morning," a voice said from the back.

I turned my head and saw Jocelyn's brown eyes were wide open.

"Lick me," she ordered.

"What?" I asked, turning my head again and looking at her.

"Lick me," she repeated as she pushed my head toward her stomach.

"You and your morning horniness," Mom murmured.

"Do it, or I'll break your dick," Jocelyn threatened me.

I climbed on top of her and rolled off the bed. I looked at Mom and Jocelyn again and I knew that she was serious. I placed my hands on her thighs, planted my face between her legs, and began licking between her legs. I moved my hand and tried to put one finger in her pussy, but she stopped me with her hand.

"Just lick me."

So I slipped my tongue in the down under area and kept licking her until she pushed my head away with her hands. I thought she'd moan loudly, but there was no sound at all. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she climaxed. I went to the bathroom and washed my mouth.

"Has your mother never told you not to eat anything before brushing your teeth?" Jocelyn inquired.

"Huh?"

"Has your mother never told you not to eat anything before brushing your teeth?" she repeated.

I now got the joke.

"I didn't eat anything. I drank your juices and it tasted good," I replied as I lay down near Mom with my head on her thigh just below her pussy.

"You're enjoying here, aren't you," Mom asked, caressing my hair with her fingers.

"Yes, of course," I replied as I turned my face and saw her wide-open entrance.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes," Mom replied.

"Is tongue better or fingers?"

"You mean here?" she asked as she touched her crotch area.

"Yeah."

"Use both together. You can use your tongue on these outer parts and tongue inside," she answered, touching her pussy lips with her fingers.

"You'll learn," she added.

"We'll teach you. Most women love it, even your mother," Jocelyn remarked.

Then her brother woke up and Jocelyn went to the bathroom. Her brother kissed Mom on her lips, her nipples, and then her lips again.

"And this," Mom pointed with her finger.

He bent down and kissed her between her legs. When Jocelyn came back from the bathroom, her brother signaled with his hand to come near him.

"Get up, it's late," she replied.

"Come here."

So she got on the bed and lay down between him and Bel. He put his face on her breasts and closed his eyes. Caressing his cheeks, Jocelyn again asked him to get up, but he kept his face on her boobs. After around four or five minutes, Bel was awake now, Jocelyn said, "Kiss them and get up, or you'll be late to work."

He muttered some complaints, and then, kissing her both nipples, he got up. We left their house and began walking to our cottage. On the way, Bel told us that the area between her legs was aching at night. Mom asked her how she was feeling now. She replied it was better now. Mom explained to her that maybe it was hurting 'cause she was busy last night, and she'd be fine soon.

When we reached the cottage, Grandma was sitting on the couch in a robe and Grandpa was near her in shorts and nothing on top. Erik was sleeping.

"I'm so tired," Mom announced as she lay down on the couch, putting her head on Grandpa's crotch, with her cheek on his thing.

"Why are you so tired?" Grandpa asked Mom.

"Just a crazy night," Mom replied, taking Grandpa's hand in her hand and pressing it on her bare breast.

"How was your night? I heard it was very exciting," Grandma said to Bel.

"Yeah, it was."

"Three in a row?"

"Huh?"

"You had three in a row?" Grandma repeated.

"She said it's aching," Mom commented, looking between Bel's legs.

"Aching again for it?" Grandpa inquired as he continued to gently caress Mom's naked boobs.

Grandma stared at him as she didn't find his joke funny.

"Don't worry, it will be fine. Your mother had three in a row when she was your age," Grandpa added as he bent down and kissed Mom's shoulder.

"Erik told me about it and I thought she'd be out of action for some days. When I went to her room the next afternoon, she was busy with two boys, they were Jocelyn's brothers I think," Grandpa commented while his hands remained on her bosom.

Mom turned her face toward him and smiled. She then moved her head a little bit and planted a kiss on his cock over his shorts.

"How was Liam?" Grandma inquired, referring to Jocelyn's father.

"He was fine," Bel answered.

"How do you know all this?" I asked.

"Stella called me," she replied, referring to Jocelyn's mother.

"I need a massage," Mom announced as she turned her body on her back and stretched her arms over her head, pushing her tits out.

"Where do you need the massage, sweetheart?" Grandpa asked, placing his hand on her boobs.

"I'm just tired," she answered as she closed her eyes.

Mom opened her eyes and told him, "I need it everywhere, Father, everywhere."

While they were talking, Grandma fixed breakfast for us and we ate it right there. Mom sat up on the couch, with her back toward Grandpa, and he began massaging her shoulders and neck.

"Thank you, Father," Mom said as she kissed his cheek and got up to keep the plate in the kitchen.

When she got up, Bel and I, too, got up and followed her to her room. Within 20 minutes, all three of us were sleeping. When I woke up, Mom was already awake.

"Where's Bel?"

"In the bathroom," she replied as she turned toward me, and raising her arm on her elbow, she rested her face on her palm.

"Do you think my ass is lovely?" she inquired, flicking her wavy blonde hair behind her neck.

"Yes. Jocelyn said that in the morning," I replied just as Bel came out of the bathroom.

"I'm asking you."

"Yeah, it is."

"Do you think it's still round and smooth?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Touch it and tell me," she said as she lay back on her stomach and turned her face to the other side.

I ran my hand over her ass and tightly squeezed her right butt cheek.

"Do it properly, I'm serious," she ordered.

I got up and, putting my knees on each side of her legs, began massaging her ass with both my hands. I tightly cupped her butt cheeks and pressed them as hard as I could.

"It's both round and smooth," I whispered, grabbing the flesh and stretching it all the way.

"How many men have enjoyed it? Answer me," I asked as I lightly slapped her ass.

"Many."

"You like putting it out, don't you?"

This time I slapped her harder. She just nodded her head.

"You like getting fucked. You like men putting their cocks in your mouth, in your ass, in your cunt. You're a dirty, disgusting whore," I whispered in her ear.

"Yes, I am," she whispered back.

"Now you want three, four men fucking all your holes, filling all your holes. Your cunt is always itching for a cock, isn't it?" I slapped her again, making her ass bright red and leaving my palm mark all over it.

"Yes, it is," she again whispered without opening her eyes or removing her hair covering her face.

"You're a perverted whore, that's what you are. A disgusting whore," I said as I slapped her ass five times in quick succession.

She let out a muffled scream and suddenly turned her body. She put one hand on her pussy and arched her body, pushing her voluptuous boobs up, and moaned loudly before slumping on the bed. I knelt down over her stomach, putting one leg on each side, and began masturbating. She opened her eyes under her hair, saw me stroking my thing, and closed her eyes. I unloaded my cum on her stomach and her tits, with a couple of drops falling on her neck and chin.

"Jocelyn said it was yummy," I commented as I squeezed the last drop on her stomach.

"Taste it," I ordered, picking up the drop from her chin with my finger and putting my finger on her lips.

She moved her face away.

"Open your mouth and taste it," I again ordered.

But she didn't turn her head. I grabbed her throat with my other hand and said, "Open your mouth now."

She still refused to open her mouth, so I increased the pressure on her throat. She turned her head, looked at me, and opened her mouth. I shoved the finger in her mouth and then picked each and every drop of cum and kept shoving it in her mouth. She removed her hair from her face and looked at my blue eyes with her blue eyes as she slowly swallowed it. I sat down on her legs and planted a long kiss between her legs and then on her belly button. She got up and we began walking to the bathroom together.

"You're a very, very bad boy," she commented as she hugged me from behind.

"A very, very bad boy of a very, very bad mother," I replied.

When we came back after washing ourselves, Bel, who had watched the whole scene without uttering a word, said to Mom, "How does it taste?"

"He's my son, so of course, it's yummy."

"Yeah, right," Bel remarked.

We came out of the room and saw Grandma and Grandpa sitting in the living room.

"How are you now?" Grandma asked Bel.

"Feeling much better now. But this and these are still sore," Bel replied, pointing between her legs and her breasts with her hand.

"It will get better. Just take a break," Grandma suggested.

Mom was standing near Bel, with her back toward Grandpa, who was sitting on the couch.

"And how are you?" Grandpa, who was 6'2", had broad shoulders, shoulder-length blond hair, and blue eyes, said to Mom, putting his hand on her bare ass.

"Slept like a baby," Mom replied as she lay down on the couch on her stomach, with her face on his thighs.

"What are these marks?" Grandpa inquired as he ran his hand on her behind.

"Ask your grandson," Mom answered, turning her head and looking at me.

"Next time, belt her," Grandpa remarked as he winked at me.

"Father!" Mom exclaimed.

He lightly slapped her ass in response.

"Please massage me," she requested, burying her face into his thighs.

He slowly began running his hands on her shoulders and back.

"Bjorn was asking about you," Grandpa remarked.

"He's a sick man," Mom responded without turning her head.

"Why?" Bel asked.

"Because he likes tying women. Sometimes, he ties their hands. Sometimes, he makes them lie spread-eagled, with their legs and hands tied to the bed," Mom answered.

"Why did you agree?" I inquired as I watched Grandpa caress Mom's ass.

"Jocelyn and I've always avoided him. We've never even spoken to him. Your uncle Erik was inspired by him and once tied me to the bed. But she saw it and gave him a good beating," Mom elaborated, looking at Grandma.

"He was photographing her," Grandma added.

"I still have it. Your mother's lying spread-eagled on Erik's bed, with her hands and legs spread apart and tied," Grandpa commented as he tightly squeezed Mom's behind.

Bel was sitting on a chair near Mom's legs and drinking juice. I was sitting on a couch opposite Mom, and Grandma was on the same couch, but at the end. Mom turned her body, and now she was lying on her back, with her head still on Grandpa's thighs, but her legs were open.

"He was actually playing a prank. He told me he wanted to take some photographs, so I undressed and lay down on my back. He tied me up and took some photographs. Then he made me lie down on my stomach and took some more photographs. I was lying there spread-eagled, and he left the room. When he didn't return, I started shouting and screaming. She came running from her room just as he entered. She gave him a good hiding," Mom recounted as Grandpa ran his hand on her stomach and, cupping her voluptuous boobs, squeezed them tightly, making her pink nipple stand out.

"I think you had to feed him or her, which is why you were so angry," Grandpa commented as he continued to play with her breasts and nipples.

"Yes, I had to feed her," Mom remarked, looking at Bel.

"Then he went and told Nils. Nils asked me if he could tie me up. I told him not in a million years," Mom added, referring to my dad.

Grandpa was now touching her all the way from her thighs to her breasts, but not between her legs.

"Bel, hand me that box," Mom said.

Mom took the tissue box from Bel, sat up on her knees, and, putting her hand inside Grandpa's shorts and underwear, pulled his cock out. It was hard as a rock. She flicked her wavy blonde hair behind her ears and took it in her mouth as he closed his eyes and lay back on the couch. He put his hand behind her raised ass and began rubbing her pussy with his fingers.

"It's time to fix the lunch. Come on, you two, help me," Grandma announced, getting up from the couch.

"Where's Uncle Erik?" Bel asked as she also got up, but continued to watch Mom and Grandpa.

"He's gone out," Grandma replied.

I got up and, just like Bel, continued to gaze at Grandpa fingering Mom and Mom sucking his cock.

"Come on, we haven't got the whole day," Grandma said when she saw us staring at the couch.

I reluctantly joined her and went to the kitchen. After two minutes, Mom came into the kitchen, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and holding tissues in the other hand. She threw the tissues in the trash bin and washed her hands in the sink, but not her mouth. Mom began helping us with lunch. When Grandpa came back completely nude after washing himself, Mom told him, "I'm gonna shave you down there."

"Your mother likes it this way," he replied.

"You can trim it," Grandma suggested, looking at Grandpa and Mom.

"She doesn't even go into that jungle. I do. I'll shave it," Mom declared.

"Just trim it. That's a better idea," Grandpa said as he sat down in the kitchen.

Then the talks shifted to other things.

After lunch, Mom, Bel, and I took dirt bikes, and Bel, wearing only panties, sat behind me and hugged me tightly, pressing her breasts into my back. Mom, who was also only in panties, rode the other bike. I didn't put on anything. We headed off to the lake.

The lake was nearly deserted with a few people on the other side. Mom and Bel took off their panties and we all jumped into the lake. After swimming for around 10 minutes, I came out and saw Bel lying on a towel on her stomach with her eyes closed and her legs joined together. Mom was lying next to her with one leg resting on the knee of the other leg. Her hands were behind her head. I lay down on top of Bel.

"Get off me."

I didn't move.

"How's it now?" I inquired.

"What?"

"The thing that was aching at night."

"It's fine now," she replied.

"Will you tell Karl?"

"About what?" she asked as she opened her blue eyes and turned her face.

"About three in a row."

"No, why? Do you tell everything to Ingrid?" she said, referring to my girlfriend.

"What we do stays with us, always. Nobody needs to know anything. Always remember that," Mom reminded us as she turned her body toward us.

"You're crushing me," Bel complained.

"Am I crushing them?" I queried, putting my hands on the sides of her boobs.

"Come on top of me," I added.

"But you haven't even touched me, how can I come?" she replied as she got up and lay down on me on her stomach.

I lightly slapped her ass and smiled at her joke.

"Mom, did Dad know everything?" she asked, moving her blonde hair away from her face.

"Not initially. He met Jocelyn and others and we slowly told him. You know he grew up in foster homes, so we were his only family. He considered your grandpa and grandpa as his parents. On my wedding night, he invited Grandma and Grandpa to our room. I was still in my wedding gown and I was celebrating with champagne.

"He requested Grandpa to enter me first 'cause he knew I loved Grandpa a lot. He knew it would make me very happy. Grandpa first refused and then agreed to only enter and nothing else. So Grandma made him get in a mood, and he lay down on top of me and gave three, four thrusts and then withdrew to his room."

"Whaddya mean she got him into the mood?" I wondered aloud.

My erect cock was pinned under Bel's thigh, so Bel moved her thigh and, turning her head back, pushed it between her thighs with her hand. Now it was standing freely and its tip was visibly glistening in the open.

"She got him hard. Your dad requested Grandma to stay with us as he wanted her to watch us consume our marriage. I was happy that Grandma was there. After we consumed our marriage, Grandma called Grandpa. He came and kissed me on my lips. I was still in bed with sweat and everything, and he said he hoped to see one, even two, babies in my belly soon. Then he kissed my nipples and prayed that my breasts would be full of milk soon. It was a very lovely moment."

"His prayers came true," I remarked as I placed my arms on Bel's back.

"Yes, within a year I was carrying you. Then your grandpa took me to the bathroom and cleaned me and your grandma washed your dad. After Grandpa retired to his room, your dad took Grandma in his arms and began kissing her. He used to call her Mom just like you two call me Mom. Grandma loved him like a son, so she kissed him back and they made love as I watched. She later told me she came twice. Early in the morning, Grandma was still sleeping, and your dad and I made love again."

"Was Grandpa happy when you got pregnant?" Bel asked.

"Very happy. When they began filling up with milk, your dad took me to Grandma's house and Grandpa was the first one to drink the milk."

"How did he drink it?" I said.

"From my nipples. How else? He did the same when I had you," Mom told Bel.

"When, after giving birth to you, I came here, your dad made me sit on the couch without anything on, and your grandpa, Uncle Hans, Jocelyn and her family, and Keith and one or two more boys all drank milk one by one. I was sitting like a queen and they came one by one," continued Mom, looking at me.

Uncle Hans was Grandpa's younger brother.

"From... your chest?" I queried.

"From my breasts, yes. They were pushing each other, biting me. Grandma had to shout at them. Uncle Hans came back again and again. After three rounds of drinking milk, he stood near me and asked me to squirt my milk on his thing. Then all the boys started lining up and I had to squirt on their things, too."

"What did Jocelyn do?" I asked.

"Jocelyn was also drinking. She and Franz both were drinking it together," Mom answered, referring to Jocelyn's elder brother.

"Am I heavy?" Bel asked as she slightly shifted her body, putting her face on my chest, her boobs on my stomach, and her crotch on my thigh.

"No, you aren't," I assured her, lightly slapping her bare ass.

"Mom, how you... you know, squirt milk?" Bel asked, looking at her with her blue eyes, with her face still on my chest.

"Take your nipple between your fingers like this and apply a little pressure, Mom replied as she took her nipple between her fingers and pressed the area around her nipple with the palm of her hand.

"But why they did do it? Is it fun?"

"Boys like doing stupid things, Bel," Mom answered.

"Help your brother," she suggested.

Bel placed her palms on the ground, lifted herself, and looked at my tool between her thighs.

"I'm too tired," she announced as she rolled off me and lay on her back on the ground.

"Come here," Mom said, turning on her stomach and closing her blue eyes.

"Kneel down and do it here," she suggested as she ran her hand over her ass.

I knelt down beside her ass and began stroking my raging cock. As I had been holding it in for many minutes now, it didn't take long to unload it all on her bare ass. I pushed the tip into her skin and squeezed the last drops.

"I thought you were gonna make me taste it," she murmured without opening her eyes or turning her head.

"Who said I'm not?" I asked, picking up a drop of my cum in my finger and taking it to her lips.

She simply opened her mouth, and I put it on her tongue. I then placed each and every drop in her mouth, and she swallowed all of it.

"You two are disgusting," Bel commented.

"Yeah, we are," Mom replied as she got up, took my hand in her hand, and headed off to the lake to wash ourselves.

While we were walking to our dirt bikes, Mom said to Bel, "I hope you're taking pills. I don't want any accidents."

"I hope she gets pregnant," I remarked.

"Why?" Bel queried.

"So that I can drink your milk," I answered, pinching her right tit.

In the evening, we went to have dinner with some community people. Erik, as usual, didn't go as he was busy with his old friends, including his old flame. After returning from dinner, we went straight to our room to lie down, and Mom lay down between Bel and me. We were resting when Erik came and, sitting down on the bed next to Bel, handed all three of us joints and placed the ashtray on the bed.

"Go on, it won't kill you," he said when he saw Bel holding the joint and hesitating.

But she handed it to Mom, who took it and, giving us a wink, placed it behind her ear. Erik lit up the joints and handed one each to Mom and me. When Mom saw me taking it, she asked, "Are you sure?"

I gave her a stare and took a long drag. Erik and Mom nodded their heads in appreciation while Bel glared in astonishment.

"Wake it up," Erik said as he lay down and, taking Bel's hand in his hand, put it on his flaccid cock.

He placed one hand behind his head, held the joint in the other hand, and watched as Bel began stroking it slowly. She was rubbing it when the door opened, and Grandma walked in.

"Keep the noise down. Your father's sleeping," she commented.

She took the joint from me and sat down on a chair. She watched as Erik's cock started springing back to life.

"Father went to sleep early," Mom remarked, sitting up. I was sitting cross-legged, with my face toward Grandma, and Mom was sitting with her back resting against my arm and her face toward Erik and Bel.

"He got up very early today. Then he went for a very long walk," Grandma answered, handing me the joint back.

Erik, who was still lying with his hand behind his head, said, "Take it in your mouth."

Bel turned her face, looked at him, tied her shoulder-length blonde hair in a bun, and took it in her mouth.

"Let's see how much you learned that day at that session," Grandma told Bel.

Bel sat down between's Erik's legs and, bending his knees up, placed her tongue just near his butt hole and began running it from his perineum to his balls and the tip of his cock. She repeated this motion twice and then started to take his whole cock in her 18-year-old mouth. She took the whole of it and kept it inside for a few seconds and then let it go as saliva dripped from her mouth to his thing. She raised her head and looked at Grandma and Mom.

"Come here, sweetheart," Mom said, taking Bel's face in her hands and kissing her lips.

Erik got up from the bed, grabbed Bel's hips, made her go on her fours, and went behind her. He spread her legs and shoved his hard-as-a-rock cock in her pussy as Bel looked at me and Mom. I thought he was gonna fuck her, but he took his cock out and, pointing with his finger, told Mom, "You come here."

"You can't do anything like a normal person. You've to do something weird, don't you?" Mom inquired, putting the joint on a nightstand.

Mom rolled over and lay down under Bel.

Now her face was just below Bel, and her voluptuous boobs were rubbing against Bel's breasts.

"My son finds normal boring," Grandma commented, crossing her legs.

Erik gripped Bel's hips and once again shoved his thing in her pussy. He bent down and cupped Bel's tits, with the back of his palm brushing against Mom's bosom. Bel raised her head, looked at me, and winced as Erik increased his pace. Mom put her hands on Bel's head and untied her hair as Bel peered into Mom's eyes and rested her body on her elbows, crushing her boobs into Mom's chest and her stomach into Mom's.

After humping Bel for over a minute, Erik clasped her waist and turned her around, laying her down on Mom, and pulled Bel toward him, so now Bel's pussy was just over Mom's. Placing her arms around Bel's stomach, Mom hugged her as Erik put his hands on Bel's breasts and started playing with them -- cupping them, squeezing them, and rubbing her pink nipples while his cock fucked her young pussy. He kept fondling Bel's left tit with one hand and squeezed Mom's right tit with the other hand. Bel slightly turned her face and saw him pressing Mom's breast and massaging her nipple.

I thought he'd, like me, come soon, but he kept going and going. Bel, by now, was sweating from nearly everywhere -- forehead, neck, and stomach -- and moaning so loudly that I thought Grandpa would wake up. Mom, meanwhile, was carrying the weight of Bel and Erik banging Bel's pussy.

I suddenly heard Grandma's voice, "Put it in her mouth."

Erik took his cock out of Bel's pussy and brought it near her mouth, but she turned her face away. He put his hands on her cheeks and tried to force open her mouth. She, however, didn't budge.

"Open your mouth," Grandma ordered as she bent forward and stared at her.

"Open it, sweetheart," Mom whispered.

Bel turned her face, looked at Mom lying below her, and, opening her mouth, took Erik's whole cock in her mouth. He kept it there for a few seconds, then slightly shifted his position and slipped it into Mom's mouth. After letting Mom suck it, he shoved it back into Bel's pussy, and began screwing her again. A little later, he again brought it near her mouth, and this time she didn't hesitate. From her mouth, he moved to Mom, who lifted her head and started sucking it. When he was done with her, he shifted to Bel's pussy once again.

Just when I thought he'd not stop, he withdrew his cock and, holding it in his hands, came on Mom's and Bel's pussy. He shoved the tip of his cock into Mom's pussy and squeezed the last drops of his cum into the pussy. He bent down and kissed Bel's lips and then Mom's before leaving the room.

Mom and Bel lay there breathing heavily. Finally, Bel moved and lay down next to Mom with her legs and eyes closed.

"That's your uncle Erik. He just rips you apart," Mom declared as she got up, lightly slapped Bel's ass, and went to the bathroom to wash herself. Once Mom was done, Bel raised herself on her elbows, rested for a few seconds, and slowly got up from the bed and shuffled to the bathroom.

"It's good that you're learning everything. By the time you go back, you'll be ready for anything," Grandma remarked when Bel came back and lay down on her stomach.

"You did better than your mother. When Erik did her the first time, she lay there all curled up."

"It was way more painful when he did me from behind. First, your grandpa did it in the behind, and he did it like a normal person. After him, Erik did it, and he simply ripped me apart. My whole behind was burning. I struggled to even walk," Mom recounted.

"Anything you do in the bedroom is not disgusting," Grandma said to Bel.

"If a man does something, it's not disgusting. If you do something with a man, it's not disgusting. I was your age when I got married. One day, your grandpa was making love to me and he wanted to do this... what Erik did just now. Just like you, I said no. He got very angry.

"The next day, I went home and started crying. So my mother asked me, and I told her. Initially, she didn't understand. So I had to explain to her that your Grandpa was inside me, and then he wanted to put it in my mouth. She was shocked when I told her. She also thought it was utterly sick, a depraved thing. However, she told me I should try it once if your grandpa insisted.

"That night, when we were again making love, I took the bull by its horns and did it 'cause I knew it would make your grandpa happy. After that, I was never hesitant about anything. And it's that first step that encouraged me to explore everything. My mother was surprised when I told her that I initiated the first step," Grandma added.

"Don't forget to take care of him," Grandma told Mom, pointing at my cock with her hand as she got up to leave the room.

"Yes, Mother," Mom replied, looking at my erect cock.

"Take that tissue box and go to the bathroom," Mom said to me.

"I don't want to," I replied as I didn't want to masturbate yet.

"Don't argue. Take that box," Mom scolded me.

"I don't want to," I repeated as I lay down.

"If I lie down and you ask me, I'll kill you," she promised me.

I didn't reply.

After 10 or so minutes, I had my arms around her, and my raging cock was buried in her behind. I turned her body around, making her lie down on her stomach, and knelt down near her ass.

"I knew you'd do this. I'll kill you in the morning," Mom commented.

Ignoring her threats, I began jerking off.

"How are you, sweetheart? Do you've pain there?" Mom inquired Bel.

Bel opened her eyes, saw me masturbating, and said, "No, Mom, no pain. Just exhausted. Will Uncle Erik also do me from behind?"

"Yes, of course. Grandpa also."

"Grandpa, too?" she asked, raising her head in surprise.

"Why not? He has been wanting to do it for so long. He has told me so many times."

"Told you what?" Bel queried.

"When you will be ready, how much he wants to do, that he can't wait to have you."

"I'm scared of Uncle Erik."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be with you."

"Will you be there?"

"I'll be there when you do it with Uncle Erik and when you're with Grandpa. So, don't worry," Mom assured her.

While she was assuring Bel, I started stroking my cock faster, and within seconds, my cum was all over Mom's ass and behind.

"Pick that tissue box and clean it," Mom said without lifting her head or looking at me.

I cleaned the cum off her body and then went to the bathroom to wash myself.

With that done, all three of us went to sleep. I was lying with my back toward Mom. She was sleeping on her stomach, with her face toward me, and Bel was lying on her side, with her face toward the wall.

In the morning, Mom lifted her head and, pushing her blonde hair behind her ears, planted a kiss on my lips and then on Bel's. After breakfast, I couldn't find Mom. Grandma and Grandpa were out meeting some people.

"Where's Mom?" I asked Bel.

"She's gone for a walk with Jocelyn's mother."

Since it was a weekday, nearly everyone had gone to work and the children to school, so the community was more or less deserted. We just stayed at the cottage. Finally, Mom came back at around lunchtime.

"Where were you?" I inquired.

"Out with Jocelyn's mother."

"Why?"

"We were talking."

"About what?"

"You. Happy? Where's lunch? I'm hungry," she replied as she went to the kitchen swaying her ass.

After lunch, I was in my room reading a magazine when the phone rang and Mom told me that Jocelyn's mother was coming over. Bel was learning topiary with Jocelyn at her house.

"Jocelyn wants to see you," her mother announced as she entered the house.

"I'll come with you," I told Mom.

"I've come to talk with you," she said to me, walking straight to the bedroom.

"Will call you when I'm done," she informed Mom.

I looked at Mom and she whispered, "Go on, talk to her, go on," before closing the door and leaving the house.

As I stood there thinking what to do, I heard her voice, "I'm waiting. And grab two beers from the kitchen."

I opened the refrigerator, took out two beers, and went to the bedroom. She was sitting in the middle of the bed in a top and a long skirt.

"Sit down," she ordered, patting the bed.

"You know your mother's like my daughter. I've always considered both of them as my daughters," she said as she drank the beer.

"Now if she's unhappy then it hurts me, too. For her, you and Bel are everything. She wants to be closer to both of you. From what she told me today, I think you want to be close to her, too. You also want her to be happy. Nothing will make her happier than to be closer to you two. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Not really," I admitted.

"She won't take the initiative no matter how much she wants. You'll have to take the initiative. You'll have to take the next step just like you took the first step. Now you get me?"

"Umm, no."

"Okay, I'll break it down for you. You love her more than anything else. You began suckling her 'cause you want to be closer to her," she explained, placing her hand on her bosom.

"You took that first step. Now you'll have to take the next step 'cause she won't. She wants you to take the initiative. I'll call her and I want you to take the initiative. Wait," she ordered as she got up and called Jocelyn's house.

"Lemme change," Mom said, entering the room.

This was the first time I had seen her wanting to change as soon as stepping into the house. Mom took off her top and bra and went to the cupboard to select something to wear when Jocelyn's mother said, "Leave them there."

"Yeah?" Mom inquired, turning her head and looking at us.

"Yeah."

Mom left the clothes there and took off her jeans and panties.

"Come here," Jocelyn's mother, who was in a long skirt, patted the bed.

Mom got into the bed completely naked and put her head on Jocelyn's mother's knee.

"Give your mother a hug, go on."

As she said that, Mom nodded her head and stretched out of her arms. I looked at Mom and Jocelyn's mother, lay down next to Mom, and hugged her tightly.

"Go closer to her heart. She wants you to be closer to her heart."

Mom placed her hand on my head and guided my face toward her breasts. I planted a kiss on her cleavage and she slipped her hand under her boobs and, pushing them up, brought her nipple near my mouth. I looked into her blue eyes and took it into my mouth. She lay back as I began sucking her right in front of Jocelyn's mother.

"You should get more comfortable," Jocelyn's mother said as she bent her head and began taking off my T-shirt and then, without stopping, got rid of my shorts and underwear. As soon as she did that, my raging cock came into view.

"You were right. He wants to be closer to you," she told Mom.

"Come closer my baby, I love you," Mom whispered as she climbed on top of me.

I felt her tongue touch mine and a tremor ran through my body. For a moment, I was lost in the sweet taste of her mouth. Suddenly, she pulled her tongue out of my mouth, threw her head back, and took a deep breath to calm herself. I could feel her large breasts on my chest and her soft skin under my fingers. She was absolutely gorgeous.

I pulled her into my chest. When she opened her mouth, I didn't wait for her tongue; I pushed my tongue into her warm mouth. As I pulled out my tongue, she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue and heard her moan. The kiss turned into a second and then into several. Her mouth was sweet and warm and loving and awakened a fire in my crotch.

She slid down a little and, putting the tip of her tongue on my nipple, began licking it and caressing the other nipple with her hand. She then switched to the other nipple and started licking it. She continued switching sides until I was so aroused that I began pleading, "Please stop, please stop."

Though Jocelyn's mother was there, we didn't care.

She gently bit my right nipple and then the left one and repeated the action. While she was doing this, she kept looking at me with her blue eyes. She lifted her head a little, and I thought she was finally having mercy on my nipples, but instead of stopping, she brought her mouth closer to my nipple and started blowing warm breath on it from her mouth. She did it again, and a tingling feeling ripped through my whole body. She moved her mouth to the other nipple as I arched my body and curled my toes in pure ecstasy.

She slid down further and began running her tongue down from my neck to my chest and then to my balls. Holding my raging cock in her hand, she started licking every part of my balls, and before I could even catch a breath, she had it in her mouth.

I raised my upper body on my elbows and looked at her as she alternated between sucking my cock and running her tongue all over it. I grabbed her shoulders, pulled her up, and took her pink nipple in my mouth.

Now it was my turn to play with her nipples. But when I dropped my mouth to her breasts, I didn't go straight for her nipples. Instead, I roamed around her breasts, licking everywhere, and when she finally lost patience and grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth to her tits, I responded with tongue swirls and long, sucking pulls that made her reach down between her legs and start rubbing herself.

I squeezed the soft flesh of her left breast as my tongue licked her nipple while my other hand lightly pulled and twisted her other one. She took my face in her hands and shifted my mouth to her right tit. While her breast was in my mouth, my hands were all over her back and ass.

When I lifted my head from her chest, her nipples were wet with his saliva and very stiff. "I love your breasts," I murmured, nuzzling them with my cheeks. I gave the left one a tight squeeze, and she arched her back, filling up his palm with her tit. I looked down, where her right hand was busy rubbing herself.

She gently moved her body and, wrapping her fingers around my cock, guided it to her down-under area. Putting her palms on my chest, she began fucking me. Then she suddenly stopped, with my cock still inside her. After two or three seconds, she started moving her body fast, with her voluptuous boobs moving back and forth with her every push and again stopped. She bent her head down, looked into my blue eyes, and kissed my lips. She resumed fucking me and increased her pace.

I felt her tightening her pussy around my cock and heard her moans get louder and louder. She stopped, threw her head back, and dug her nails into my chest. She recovered her breath and started fucking me again. This time the pace was fast and her sweat was all over her forehead.

She felt me jerk my hips, and she again tightened her pussy as I began filling it with cum. She placed her hands on my sides and slumped on my body, with her head buried into my sweaty chest and her legs spread over my legs.

After staying like that for a few seconds, she raised her head, kissed me on my lips, and rolled over.

"I love you, Mom," I said kissing her cheek.

"I love you, too," she replied, kissing my forehead.

"Thank you," Mom said to Jocelyn's mother, pressing her hand with her hand.

"I'm so happy for both of you," Jocelyn's mother replied, giving a wide smile.

"Go wash," Mom ordered.

I got up and washed my cock in the bathroom, and came back to the bed without putting anything on. Mom went to the bathroom and then came to the bed naked and lay down her head on my thighs, with her face inches away from my thing.

"Mom, why didn't we do all this before?" I queried.

"Whaddya mean?"

"All this," I replied, pointing at us with my hand.

"First, your sister wasn't 18 yet. And, as we all know, she'd have found out. Plus, not involving her would have made her angry. Second, I knew you wanted me, but you never took the first step. I kept waiting for you."

"How did you know... that... I was interested?" I mumbled.

"I'm your mother. I knew you were more than interested," she replied, turning her head and kissing my inner thigh.

"Who was your first one?"

"Uncle Liam," Mom answered, referring to Jocelyn's father.

"Yes, he was her first, my first, and Jocelyn's first," Jocelyn's mother added.

"How did it happen?"

"It wasn't planned or anything. He was down there," Mom said, pointing at the area between her legs, adding, "working his magic on me and my friend."

"Wilma," Jocelyn's mother remarked.

"Yes, Wilma. It was two days after my 18th birthday. Then you know one thing led to another. It just happened. I was very happy. I did it twice with him that day. Though your grandpa wasn't happy."

"Why?"

"Because he wanted to be my first. But he was happy the next day."

"Has Uncle Erik done it?"

"With me? Of course. Why wouldn't he?"

"Jocelyn wasn't happy either. She was like, 'Father, why didn't you do me first? Why Ulla?'" Jocelyn's mother smiled as she recounted it, referring to Mom. "We promised her that he'd do her the day she turned 18."

"Yeah, she was counting the days," Mom commented.

"He was your first, too?" I queried, turning my face toward Jocelyn's mother, who was lying on her back with her hands under her head.

"Yes. I grew up in a very strict household. Even showing your ankles was a no-no. My father knew Liam's father, and I was married off to him.

"I thought Liam would be like my father: strict, controlling, and prudish. But he turned out to be completely opposite. We left our town right after our marriage and started going to the naturism commune. It was an eye-opening experience. It was there we met your grandfather and grandmother."

"I'm glad you met them," Mom commented.

"Me too."

"The first time I went clothesfree was very, very tough. Thank God for rum," Jocelyn's mother laughed.

"Actually, rum also came to the rescue when I did it with someone other than Liam. He was a member of the commune. Liam wanted to see me do with someone, so he sat and watched. The rest, as they say, is history."

"I wish I were this close to my sons," Jocelyn's mother remarked as she watched Mom resting her head on my thighs.

"Why aren't you? They both love you so much," Mom commented.

"When they were young, I was busy setting up the community. And when they grew up, they started chasing you and other girls. When I see them with their wives, I sometimes get jealous. But that's life. Well, at least Jocelyn will have a chance with her son."

"How so?" Mom inquired as she turned herself onto her stomach and placed both her elbows on her chin with her voluptuous boobs hanging and her pink nipples touching the bed sheet.

"I suggested to her what I told you when you called me and told me you wanted to be closer to him. Her son has started suckling her. Her husband saw it and didn't like it, but I told him he could either accept it or hit the road. He cannot come between her and her son."

"Yeah, I heard her asking him to give her a bath," Mom said.

"Yes, he does everything. He cuts her hair, massages her, and showers with her. Do you remember her teaching that session on delaying your pleasure that day? Jocelyn and I've taught him so well that he simply does not get tired. He just keeps going. I don't know how he does. You should learn from him," she suddenly turned toward me and suggested.

I kept listening without reacting.

"I'll teach him," Mom said, raising her head and kissing my bare shoulder.

"What about Bel?" Jocelyn's mother asked.

"She'll join our group, I'm sure. She's ready," Mom stated.

"Let me call Jocelyn, she'll be very happy to know about you two," she said as she got up and called her daughter.

After around five minutes, Jocelyn and Bel came. We three were still on the bed.

"So?" Jocelyn inquired, putting her hands on her hips and looking at us intently.

"They did it," her mother announced.

"Really?" Jocelyn screamed.

"Yes, really," her mother replied, looking at us and smiling.

"Did what?" Bel asked.

"Your mother and brother did it. They made love to each other," Jocelyn nearly shouted as she jumped on the bed and hugged both of us.

"You are joking," Bel remarked.

"Come here, darling. Give your mother a kiss," Mom said to her.

Bel looked at me, saw me beaming with happiness, climbed onto the bed, and planting a kiss on Mom's cheek said, "I knew he wanted that. That's all he wanted. He..."

Jocelyn's mother cut her off. "That's not true dear. He wants you, too."

"Dream on," Bel replied, looking at me.

"I can't wait for Ed to do me. I'll do him today," Jocelyn announced, referring to her son, who was my age.

"Hey, maybe you can bring him here tonight. If he sees him with me then maybe he'll get more confident," Mom suggested, referring to me.

"Not a bad idea, not a bad at all. Yes, I'll bring him here tonight. Are you okay with that?" Jocelyn asked me.

I simply shrugged my shoulders.

"What about her?" I inquired, pointing at Bel.

"Tonight, it was your mother's turn. Her turn will come tomorrow. You can do her the whole day tomorrow," Jocelyn said.

Bel and Jocelyn began asking about our lovemaking session: who started it, how was it, what all we did, etc. Then Jocelyn and her mother left for their house. After dinner, Mom called Jocelyn and asked her to come over with her son. When they came, Mom was sitting on the bed completely naked with her back resting against the headrest, and her legs were on top of each other, and I was lying next to her in shorts and a T-shirt. Jocelyn lay down near Mom in a short skirt and a top, and her son behind her in jeans and a shirt.

"Man, I'm so jealous that you take forever to come. Your grandmother told me and now I can't get it out of my head. How do you do it?" I asked him as he got comfortable in the bed.

"It took a lot of practice. Grandmother and Mamma helped me a lot. They trained me to hold it as long as I could. They used to make me stand and, you know, jerk off but not come. Initially, it was very difficult, but now I just switch off. But it wasn't easy," he admitted.

"You bet! When she's playing with it or is taking it in her mouth, I somewhat manage to control myself. But when it's inside her, it becomes impossible," I confided.

When I mentioned that she took my cock between her legs, I saw his pupils expand and his cheeks turn red.

"What makes it worse is that her cunt's still very tight. Her cunt's so tight that I'm unable to control myself. Is her cunt tight, too?" I inquired as I signaled toward Jocelyn with my eyes.

I obviously knew whether Jocelyn's pussy was tight or not, but I pretended ignorance.

"I don't know, man," he replied without looking either at Jocelyn or my mom.

His face was now bright red with a mixture of shame and excitement.

"You should find out," Mom suggested.

"Mamma, is it?" he asked Jocelyn, turning his brown eyes toward her.

"It's for you to find out," she replied without looking at him.

"At least first show him," I said to Jocelyn.

Jocelyn lifted her ass and took off her short skirt, revealing her down under area, and her top and bra.

"Go on, find out," I told her son as I placed my face on Mom's voluptuous boobs and began rubbing between her legs with my fingers.

"Can I?" he inquired as he watched me play with my own mother's pussy.

"If you want," Jocelyn answered.

He came closer to her and began kissing and squeezing her breasts. He kissed her mouth and moved his palm from her stomach to her tits. Her boobs were more than a handful, and the nipples were staring at him. He touched her nipples, and she leaned back as he took the tip between his lips. He drew it in, and she let out a soft moan. She took his face in her hands and, bringing it closer, slipped her tongue inside his mouth. They were playing with each other's tongues when she began stroking his raging cock.

"You're so pretty, Mamma," he complimented as he once again started sucking her nipple.

"Come to Mamma," she whispered as she took his cock in her hand.

"I love you, Mamma."

She positioned herself to receive him, and he slowly entered into her warm and wet pussy. She put one leg around him, and he pressed into her deeper. He grabbed her breasts and began humping her. I thought he'd come, but he just kept on moving inside her, bringing his cock nearly out of her pussy and ramping it in as deep as he could.

Jocelyn, who was lying there with her fists tightly clenched, shifted her face near Mom's chest. I understood what she wanted, so I put one hand under Mom's tit and placed her nipple on Jocelyn's mouth. She immediately opened her lips and started sucking Mom's nipple.

I quickly took off all my clothes and, cupping the top part of Mom's breast, squeezed it as Jocelyn looked at us with her brown eyes as she sucked Mom's nipple.

"Please stop," she told her son.

She took her mouth out of Mom's nipple and, turning her body, went on all fours.

Holding her from her hips, he began fucking her from behind. I grabbed Mom's hair and pushed her face closer to Jocelyn. Mom understood what she was supposed to do, so she placed her fingers around Jocelyn's tit and started sucking her nipple. While she was enjoying Jocelyn, I was squeezing, biting, and sucking my own mom's voluptuous boobs.

"Please come. It's hurting," Jocelyn pleaded as she turned her head and looked at her son.

But he didn't stop or even slow down. He just kept screwing her. When Jocelyn's mother told us he was able to control himself, she wasn't exaggerating. Jocelyn's face was completely red, including her ears and neck, along with her elbows and knees. She was now loudly moaning "ahs," which were sounding more in pain than pleasure.

"Give your Mamma a break. You come here," Mom said to him as she lay down beside Jocelyn and opened her legs.

He looked at Jocelyn, then at Mom, and moved his cock from Jocelyn's pussy to Mom's. I turned my body on my side and watched as he began fucking Mom. As soon as he moved away, Jocelyn collapsed on the bed, putting her head between her arms and closing her eyes. He brought his mouth near Mom and locked her lips in a deep kiss. He kissed her again and again as his cock kept humping her pussy.

After letting his tongue explore her mouth and his lips her lips to heart's content, he held his cock in his hand and placed its tip on her lips. She welcomed it with her mouth open. He kept pushing it deeper and deeper until her lips were touching the skin of his crotch. He stayed like that for a few seconds and then slowly pulled it out and shoved it again all the way.

Mom didn't cough or ask him to pull it out. She kept sucking it while her hands cupped and squeezed his balls. She took his cock out of her mouth and began licking his balls. He again slipped his cock between her lips, and she once again started sucking it. He then shifted his focus to her big boobs. He tightly cupped them and pressed them hard as Mom put her hand on his hands to prevent him from squashing them. Keeping his hands on her breasts, he started humping her.

He continued fucking her until she pleaded with him to stop for a second. She then turned around and went on her fours. He grabbed her hips and kept screwing her as her breasts rocked back and forth. Jocelyn's eyes were open and, like me, she was watching her son fuck Mom.

Slowly, Mom's face, elbows, and kneels began turning red, and she started moaning in sheer pain. With him not even slowing down, Mom knew she was reaching her breaking point, so she stopped him again. This time, she lay him down on his back and began riding him.

Jocelyn raised her head and kissed Mom's lips and her left nipple. Then, putting her head back on the pillow, she whispered, "I love you."

I don't know whether she said that to Mom or her own son. Mom, meanwhile, was lifting her firm and smooth ass and bringing it down as his cock continued to pummel her. With Mom getting exhausted, it was again Jocelyn's turn.

"Come here, baby," she said to her son, placing her hands on his arms.

He finally took his cock out of Mom's pussy, and Jocelyn guided it to her mouth. He began fucking her mouth. Mom lay down on her back as I took her hand and placed it on my hard-as-a-rock cock, and she started stroking it. After shoving his whole cock in her mouth multiple times, making Jocelyn gag again and again, he pulled it out of her mouth and once again started screwing her pussy.

"Please come baby, please. It's really hurting," she pleaded with him.

He gave a few more fast pushes and then took it and came all over her stomach, her chest, and even her neck. Jocelyn, whose face was again all red, bit her lips hard and, holding the pillow from both sides, hid her face inside it as she lay there breathing heavily.

"You've fucked me real nicely. It's hurting so much," she murmured without lifting her face from the pillow.

"I'm sorry Mamma. I didn't realize it."

She just lay there without saying anything.

"And you didn't keep your own promise," he said to her.

"What promise?" she whispered, removing the pillow and looking at his brown eyes.

"You tell others not to waste cum, to make sure it doesn't fall on the floor, and now it's all over you."

"Who told you to come outside? Why did you do it?"

"I dunno. I just panicked."

"So, whaddya want me to do?" Jocelyn wondered.

"I dunno."

"My whole body's aching," Mom murmured.

"Come here, I'll help you," Mom offered as she lifted a drop of his cum from Jocelyn's stomach with her finger and put it in Jocelyn's mouth.

Jocelyn heaved a sigh, pushing her breasts up, and licked it. Mom repeated it again and again until there was no cum anywhere on Jocelyn's body, including near her pussy.

"This takes us back, doesn't it?" Mom wondered.

"Yes. Erik used to come on me, and then he'd ask her or one of his girlfriends to flip it with their fingers and put it in my mouth. He used to love that," Jocelyn said.

"He still does," Mom corrected her.

"I love you, Mamma," Jocelyn's son remarked as he bent down and kissed her lips.

He then turned his head and planted a kiss on Mom's lips.

"He used to jerk off on your photo?" Jocelyn commented, looking at Mom.

"What?" Mom exclaimed as she jerked her head and stared at him.

He instantly bowed his head and didn't reply.

"You remember your photo of you standing against the wall in the X position, with your arms and legs stretched in the X position? He used to look at it and masturbate."

"Honestly, I'm touched. I've better pictures if you want, though now I don't think you'd need a photo. Don't be shy. Even he jerks off thinking about me," Mom told him.

When she said that, it was my turn to jerk my head and stare at her as I never told her that I masturbated thinking about her.

"Do you think about her when you're spanking the monkey?" Mom inquired, kissing Jocelyn's cheek.

"She's a great lay, so I won't blame you if you did. You can tell us. We don't keep any secrets here," Mom prodded him.

Without raising his head or looking at us, he nodded his head.

"Baby, I love you, too," Jocelyn went to him and embraced him in a tight hug.

He looked at her and smiled. Jocelyn got up, and she and Mom went to wash themselves. When Jocelyn came back, she called Bel, who was in her house, and lay down, putting my hand on her breasts and pushing her ass against my still hard-as-a-rock cock, and her son lay down behind Mom after cleaning himself, hugging her tightly and placing his leg on her leg and his thing against her behind.

"Man, she wasn't kidding. You took forever to come," I said.

"And this is after he did Bel in the afternoon. She was making a topiary and she suddenly disappeared. When I went to his room to look for her, both of them were on their fours, with him behind her. I said, 'I thought you were doing topiary.' She replied 'I'm coming.' I don't know if she was coming or 'coming,'" Jocelyn remarked, staring at him.

"So, is she tight or not?" I asked.

"She's great," he answered as he climbed on top of Mom, who was lying on her side, pressing his flaccid tool against her thigh and his chest against her back. With my mom under him, he turned his head and kissed the lips of his own mother.

"So?" Bel inquired, rubbing her hands and looking at us.

"Done," Jocelyn smiled.

"Yipee!" Bel exclaimed, clapping her hands and lying down between Mom and Jocelyn.

"You were right, he's an animal," Jocelyn said, putting her hand on Bel's bare stomach.

"Right? It's hurting, isn't it? I changed so many positions. I was like he might come this way or that way. Everything was aching. I took it out and started using my hands. I was like I don't care but you aren't going inside me. Finally, my mouth did the trick. It was exhausting," Bel said.

"Oh my," Jocelyn suddenly murmured.

"What?" Mom inquired.

"The Leaning Tower of Pisa is still straight," she commented as she shifted her ass and showed my raging cock.

I grabbed Jocelyn and shoved it against her ass, and put my hand over her breasts, tightly cupping them, and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"I don't have the strength, you take care of it," Mom declared, looking at Jocelyn.

"Are you crazy? I'm out of action. I've to go anyway. He's your boy, you take care of him," Jocelyn said as she slowly dragged her body toward the edge of the body.

"Wait, I'll help you," her son announced as he squeezed Mom's boobs, kissed her nipples and then her lips. Mom lifted her head and kissed him back.

He went to Jocelyn and, after helping her put on her clothes, he put on his clothes, scooped her up in his arms, and began walking with her in his arms.

"See you tomorrow," I commented as we all said goodbyes.

"Do you want help with that?" Mom inquired, pointing at my thing with her eyes.

"Nah, it's fine," I answered as I got up to take a pee.

Bel took off her clothes and we all went to sleep naked. In the morning, I was coming into the room and Mom was going out. As she walked passed me, I slapped her bare ass.

"What was that?"

"I'm gonna whoop your ass."

"When?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her naked body against mine.

"When we go home."

I hugged her tightly and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Bad, bad boy," she winked her blue eye and left the room.

In the afternoon, Grandma and Grandpa were at their friend's place and Mom was out shopping for groceries with Jocelyn. Erik, meanwhile, was somewhere with his old flame.

"So, how was Mom?" Bel, who was lying on her stomach next to me in the bedroom, inquired.

"Great. The best fuck I've ever had."

"You're acting as if you've had many."

"More than you," I countered.

"Jerking off doesn't count."

She raised her 5'6" body, pushed her blonde hair away from her face, and lay down her 18-year-old naked body on top of me.

"Let's see if I can be the second best."

I placed my arms around her neck. Moving slowly, my tongue followed the contours of her body until I reached the swells of her breasts. I placed gentle kisses on her pink nipples and then sucked one and then the other. While my tongue was licking one nipple, my fingers were tweaking the other.

I grabbed her big breasts, took her pink nipples between my fingers, and squeezed them. Then I pulled them up, lifting her orbs. I heard a little whimper escape her lips and she moved her chest upward, following my fingers. She joined her legs together as a current ran down her body.

I began squeezing her boobs and took them into my mouth. I slowly sucked them as she faintly moaned. She took her tit out of my mouth and slid her hands down my body until she was inches from my penis.

Slowly she gently wrapped her fingers around my cock and, bending her head, began licking the head, teasing the sensitive skin where the head and shaft met. She then took the head into her mouth, gently sucking it, and then put a little pressure on it with her teeth.

Bel wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft and held it tight as she pulled her head back and stuck out her tongue, flicking the tip. She looked up at me and saw me watching her. Then she closed her eyes and put her mouth over the head of my penis. Her hand moved up and down several times rapidly.

She then kissed the tip of my tool and moved her body until my cock was between her breasts. I watched as she began to move her tits up and down, her mouth catching the head when it reached her lips. She held her boobs tightly as I started moving my thing faster.

She looked at my face and understood that I wasn't gonna last long, so she guided it to her pussy. I wrapped my hands across her back and began making love to her. Her blonde hair was draped on my chest, her blue eyes were locked into mine, and her pink nipples were rubbing against my skin.

Suddenly I tightened my grip and a stream of cum began filling her. She buried her face into my shoulder and her breasts into my stomach as I came again and again. She then lay on top of me for a few seconds and then rolled over and lay down close to me, with her head just below my armpit and her body touching mine.

"So?" she asked, raising her blue eyes and looking at me.

I placed my hand on her left arm, lifted my head, kissed her lips lightly, and, looking into her blue eyes, said, "You're really good, really good. You've such beautiful hair, cat-like eyes, cheekbones like a model, and these full lips. Then these long legs that keep going, an ass so tight that everybody wants it, and breasts so lovely that Mr. Johnston had a heart attack."

Mr. Johnston was an old man who suffered a heart attack a few days after moving into our neighborhood.

"Shut up," she said, slapping my arm.

"Have you done from behind?" I inquired, placing my hand on her ass.

"No. Have you?"

"No. You wanna do it?"

"I'm scared."

"Why?" I asked.

"What if it hurts?"

"I don't think it hurts."

"Mom said it did."

"She also said he was a jerk," I reminded her.

"Did it hurt when you did there?" I quizzed, touching between her legs.

"A little bit," she admitted.

"Who was it?"

"Who?" she said, looking at me.

"Your first one."

"Karl."

I got up and went to the bathroom with her to wash ourselves. We were on the bed when Mom came back. She asked us what we two were up to. Bel and I looked at each other and Bel said, "Your son came inside me."

"You did?" Mom screamed as she looked at me with big blue eyes.

I nodded my head and smiled. She slowly walked toward us and kissed Bel's forehead and then mine.

"Was he gentle with you?"

"Yeah, he was," Bel smiled. "I'd have kicked his behind if he wasn't," she added.

"Is she as good as they say?"

"She is," I replied.

"I'm so happy for both of you," Mom said as she embraced both of us in a tight hug.

After kissing us once more, she went and shared the news with Grandma and Grandpa and then called Jocelyn.

At night, we went to a party near the lake. When we reached there the party was in full swing with whole families there. And everyone was naked but there was no sexual activity as children were there. We met Grandma, Grandpa, Erik, Jocelyn, her family, her brothers and their families. The booze was flowing freely and the music was loud. I began searching for the girl I had chatted with at the softball game but didn't find her.

An 18-year-old girl with shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes, and small but firm boobs, began talking with me. While she was talking, my cock started waking up. Her eyes were on my face, but she noticed some movement, so she looked down and saw that it was now erect. When she noticed that, a smile appeared on her face.

Her smile was justified as she was the reason why my tool was hard as a rock. She was not only hot, but the way she was touching her hair, the way she was smiling at everything I was saying, and the way she was standing with her legs wide apart.

As if that wasn't enough, she started running her finger through her pubic hair, which I thought was an attempt to draw my attention to her down-under area. However, just then a boy, who looked like 18 or 19, came and, wrapping his arms around her, dragged her away.

A little later, another girl began talking with me, but before we even finished introducing ourselves, her father, a 6'0" man built like a wrestler and had the biggest cock I'd ever seen, came and told her that she needed to go home with him as it was getting late.

Then all the parents started rounding up the kids and soon only adults were there. Mom and Bel went to where the people were dancing and began shaking their bodies.

Mom was dancing with a 60-something man who had his arms around her, and his erect cock was pressed against her back. Then he turned her around, and she placed her arms on his shoulders and pressed her voluptuous boobs into his hairy chest. He put his hands on her hips and his thing against her stomach.

A boy, meanwhile, was teaching salsa to Bel. He was touching her everywhere except her crotch. I saw him holding Bel from behind and cupping her boobs. He put his hands on her inner thighs and grabbed her ass tightly. She continued dancing with him as his erect cock jumped up and down with his every move.

Then another boy took his place and Bel placed her arms around him, her face on his chest, and started slow dancing with him. Mom, too, had changed partners, and she was now dancing with a woman, but they weren't touching each other or doing anything of that sort.

"Why aren't you dancing?" Grandma sauntered to me with a glass of wine in her hand.

"I can't dance," I admitted.

"That's not stopping your grandpa," she pointed at Grandpa, who had his arms on the hips of a 50-something woman and was dancing with her. He was so close to her that her nipples were touching his chest and their thighs were rubbing against each other.

"Or, your mother," Grandma signaled toward Mom with her head.

Mom had her hands around his shoulders and her cheek on his shoulder while his hands were right on her ass. She saw us and slightly raised her hand and waved at us. We stood there and watched Mom and Bel, and then one of Grandma's friends came and took her away. By the time Mom and Bel stopped dancing, it was well past midnight.

"Let's get out of here," pleaded Mom, putting one hand on my arm and holding a joint in the other hand.

As we three began walking away from the crowd, we came across Erik, his old flame, and her family. His old flame, Abigail, was around 5'7", with black hair, brown eyes, a big bosom, ample behind, and a thick bush. Her two sons, who were around 18 and 19, were standing with her along with her very pregnant 20-year-old daughter and her husband. Erik was holding Abigail from behind, and the tip of his hard-as-a-rock cock was pushing against her behind.

"The party's great, isn't it?" Abigail said to Mom, who was wiping the sweat off her forehead with her hand.

"I'm getting out of here, or they will spread me right here," Mom smiled.

"So, when's it due?" Mom asked her daughter.

"Any time now," Abigail replied.

"He's saying I should also shave it as it would help doctors," her daughter commented, pointing at her husband with her head.

I saw that she was looking at Mom's shaved pussy.

"Are you telling her 'cause of that or 'cause you don't like her hair in your mouth?" Erik queried the husband.

"Shut up," Abigail said, lightly slapping Erik's hand.

"It's not necessary, but get rid of it if you want. Or trim it all the way," Mom responded as her eyes went to the daughter's bush.

"Aunt Ulla, do you use a special blade?" one of the sons asked Mom.

I noticed that as he gazed at Mom's and Bel's shaved pussies, his cock was springing back to life.

"It's not a special blade or anything. I can use your blade, too. They make blades for women, and I use them," Mom replied, putting out the joint with her flip-flops.

While she was telling him that, Erik placed his chin on Abigail's bare shoulder and buried his erect cock in her naked ass. Abigail positioned her body so that his thing was resting comfortably against her behind.

"Aunt Ulla, can I touch it? I want to see how it feels without any hair?" the son requested Mom.

"Lars!" his mother turned her head and shouted at him.

Mom put her hand on his mother's shoulder, gave a big smile, and said, "Since you asked so politely, yes, you can."

"Behave yourself, Lars," his mother again shouted.

"It's fine. Come here," Mom reassured him as she parted her legs.

He slowly walked to Mom and, bending his head, ran one finger on her pussy lips.

"It feels so smooth," he commented as he raised his head and looked at Mom.

He put his fingers on her crotch, glided them all the way between her legs, and then brought them up.

"It's as smooth as silk," he remarked.

"Do you also want to see?" Mom asked the second son, who was watching the whole thing intently.

"Can I?" he queried, looking at his mother and Mom.

"Why not?" his mother replied in exasperation.

He, too, came and, taking his brother's place, started feeling Mom's pussy lips. After running his fingers between her legs two or three times, he straightened himself and said, "Your finger just slips through. It's like touching a cake."

"I've never heard anybody call it a cake, but thanks for the compliment, I guess," Mom remarked as both Mom and his mother smiled.

Then both boys said goodbyes and went to join their friends.

"With her ready to pop it out any minute, are you getting any action these days?" Erik asked Abigail's son-in-law.

He simply smiled and didn't say anything.

"Well, you can always come to your mother-in-law. She won't mind helping you. Won't you?" Erik commented, kissing Abigail's neck.

"He doesn't need me," Abigail looked at her son-in-law and smiled.

"We are off. See ya'll later," Mom told them.

After saying goodbyes to them, we once again began walking.

"I'll be right back," I said as I turned to a narrow dirt path.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to take a pee," I told Mom.

"I'll come with you. I'm also bursting."

Bel didn't say anything but kept walking with Mom. I stopped after walking 10-12 steps and, holding my cock in my hand, started peeing. Mom gave a mat and a bottle of beer she was carrying to Bel and said, "I wanna do it like a man. Give me that and hold this."

She took the beer bottle from Bel and handed her what looked like a jar of cream. She squatted down near me and, holding the bottle just below her pussy, started emptying her bladder as water began gushing out from between her legs. But instead of going into the bottle, it went onto her hands.

"Crap. Lemme try again."

Bel stood there watching us.

She held the bottle and tried again, but again, most of it landed on her hands. She tried again, and this time, she peed slowly, and most of it went into the bottle.

"See, I did it," she exclaimed, showing us the bottle.

I smiled at her antic.

"Don't forget to shake it well," she said as she put the bottle on the ground.

"You too," I replied, shaking my thing as Mom and Bel watched.

She raised her ass and moved it up and down three or four times as the last drops fell on the ground.

Leaving the bottle there, we started walking, and then Mom spread the mat on the ground, and we all lay down on it, with me in the middle. We were talking about this and that and Mom was running her fingers through my pubic hair when she said, "Your sister wants you to be the first to do her from behind. Would you?"

I took her hand in my hand and placed it on my erect tool.

"I'd love to."

"But he also has never done it," Bel remarked.

"I'll guide him," Mom assured her.

Mom got up and opening the jar, asked Bel to get down on her fours. She then liberally applied the cream on her hole and on my cock.

"Do it slowly," she told me as I placed my hands on Bel's ass and my thing just behind her hole.

I told Bel to spread her legs more and very gently began pushing it in. The tip hadn't even entered when she asked me to take it out as it was hurting. I took it out and Mom applied more cream and I tried again.

"It will pain a little, but it will be okay. He's doing it slowly," Mom said to her.

This time my tip made it through, but then Mom ordered, "Take it out."

I took it out and looked at her.

"Put it back in again, but slowly."

So I went in again. This time more than half of my cock was inside her.

"Push it more," Mom suggested.

I tried but it was impossible. Bel's legs were shaking and she was murmuring, "It's hurting, Mom."

"It's too tight," I admitted.

"Take it out and try again," Mom suggested.

So, I took it out and again went in. This time nearly my whole thing was inside her. I held her hips tightly and began fucking her. Bel turned her face and saw us as I increased my pace. But then I stopped and took it out. I took Mom's arm in my hand and pushed her to the ground and then made her go down on her fours.

"Oh, you're a very, very bad boy," she smiled as I joined her ass with Bel's.

I picked up the jar and applied the cream on her hole and on my cock and slowly entered her. Bel, who was still on her fours, was watching us. Now I was fucking Mom's hole as she bent her head as much as she could, with her hair touching the ground. Then I stopped, took it out, and entered Bel's hole.

Mom was looking at me as I slowly and gently fucked the hole of my own sister. I once again stopped and, after applying more cream to Mom's hole, shoved my thing in her. I increased my pace and started pushing it as deep as I could. I knew I was about to come and I was ready.

After the first few drops of cum shot through my cock, I stopped, took it out, slipped it into Bel's hole, and unloaded the rest of cum into her hole.

I walked on my knees to Mom and, putting my arms around her and my face on her back, I slumped over her body. After resting on her for a few seconds, I let her go and lay down between them with my eyes closed. Ten minutes later, we got up to wash ourselves in the lake. When we were walking back from the lake to our dirt bikes, we saw Erik sleeping on a mat with his old flame on one side and another woman on the other side.

"Hey Bel, when Mom was posing like that Hustler model back at home, why were you blushing so much? That was the first time I saw you blushing so much. Your whole face and ears were red," I inquired on the way to the bikes.

"Because that was the first time I saw... the inside of a woman's thing. I had never seen it before."

"And now you've seen more than you ever imagined," Mom remarked, slapping her back.

"Maybe more than I wanted to," Bel admitted.

On reaching home, we went straight to sleep. After breakfast, the three of us were resting on the bed when Grandma came and sat down on the bed. Since we were leaving the community today and going back to our home, she and Mom started talking about the community, Jocelyn, etc.

While they were talking, Erik came and said, "I'm still sleepy. I didn't sleep well last night."

He lay down on the bed with his head on Grandma's bare thighs, his hands around her back, and his face buried in her naked crotch, just over her hairy pussy. He lay there in that position for over five minutes.

Then he raised himself on his elbows and murmured, "I need the energy."

He placed his hands on Grandma's thighs and, opening her legs, planted a kiss between her legs.

"Now you've one more source of energy," Grandma remarked, pointing at Bel with her eyes.

Erik sat up on the bed and, signaling with his finger at Mom and Bel, announced, "You two come here."

Mom rolled up her blue eyes and went and stood in front of him. He grabbed her ass and, spreading her legs, kissed her pussy. With his face still between her legs, he slipped his tongue inside it.

"Stop it. It's too early for this," Mom slapped his neck.

Erik lifted his face, looked at her, and planted one more kiss. Lightly smacking Mom's ass, he said to Bel, "You come here."

He placed one hand on Bel's thigh and, raising her leg, put her foot on his leg. Bringing his face closer, he peered into her pussy.

"I'm gonna taste you," he told her, locking his eyes with hers.

"Hmm," she replied, slightly nodding her head.

"See, Mother, I told you she'd taste delicious. She's your granddaughter, after all," Erik remarked as he took his tongue out of her pussy.

"Good. Now you can leave us alone and get all your energy from her," Grandma commented, looking at Mom.

Erik once again bent his head and, putting his face between her legs, began rubbing it on her pussy. She held his head in her hands as he slipped his tongue inside her.

"I'm gonna suck all your energy when we go home," he told her as he again kissed her between her legs before leaving the room.

Mom lit up the joint she had kept on the nightstand that day and gave it to me.

I took a drag and said to Grandma, who was sitting near me with her legs open, "How did it all start? Were you always this comfortable?"

"It's a long story," she replied, taking the joint from me. "My folks were strict people. I don't think I ever saw them even kiss. Then I met your grandpa, I was only 18, and my folks agreed to our marriage. His family, as you know, is very well-known and wealthy. I was so naïve and inexperienced that I asked my mother to be with me on the first night. She, as expected, refused. Your grandpa was experienced and gentle, so the first time wasn't hard.

"Your grandpa and his family loved saunas. He had a huge sauna in his house. I still remember the first time I went to the sauna. His parents, his sister, and his brother, Hans, were already in it. I was wearing a robe. When we reached the sauna, your grandpa took off his robe and asked me to undress. I just stood there in a shock. Finally, his mother got out of the sauna and told me not to worry. She took off my robe and helped me get in the sauna. I had his father on one side and his sister on the other side. I was feeling so embarrassed. But they made me feel so comfortable that I got used to going to saunas with his family, his cousins, and his other relatives," she added, giving the joint to Mom.

"They were members of a naturist club, and when I went for the first time with them to a nudist beach, it felt just normal. His mother was a model for naturist clubs' posters and brochures. I don't know whether your grandpa still has them, but these posters and brochures had photos of him with his family. His mother and sister were very beautiful.

"Then I met one of his friend's wife, and she told me they were part of a group that focused on exploring the body without any inhibition. I was at that time pregnant with Erik. One evening, your grandpa and I went to a group meeting and were instantly mesmerized. They discussed everything and did everything in the open. Nothing was prohibited. I was just swept off my feet. Your grandpa told his sister, Erika, about the group, and she, in turn, told her brother, Hans. All four of us soon became members. The whole atmosphere was out of this world. We used to meet at the mansion of the group's president. He, his wife, and their three children -- one male and two females -- ran the group.

"Through Erika, your grandpa's folks found out about the group, and they decided to check it out. The evening they came, Erik and your mother were so small that they were in strollers at the side of the room, and men were drinking my milk and doing me. Your grandpa, Erika, and Hans, too, were busy. His father wasn't keen, and he stood there watching everything. His mother, on the other hand, jumped right into it. She was a free-spirited woman. Slowly, his father, too, got into the mood."

"Grandma, did you do anything with Grandpa's father?" Bel inquired.

"Of course, darling. There were no inhibitions, no boundaries in the group. We were encouraged to explore ourselves with everyone. His mother was so free-spirited that she even experimented with women. Erika was the first woman I saw doing with two men at the same time. Your grandpa asked me to do it with two men, and I agreed. Getting the position right was a headache, but your grandpa and another member of the group finally succeeded. We believe in exploring ourselves to the fullest. His folks passed down the torch to us, and now your mother has passed it down to you two. That's how everything started."

"Mother, could you please take care of him? I'm gonna take a shower," Mom said to Grandma.

"Okay, you get ready while I take care of your son," Grandma responded, looking at my raging cock.

Grandma got up from the bed, grabbed a tissue box, and sat down at the edge of the bed, with her feet touching the floor.

"Stand here," she ordered me.

I went and stood between her legs. She grabbed my hard-as-a-rock cock and started stroking it as I put my hands on her bare shoulders for balance. I slowly moved my hands behind her head and tried to guide her mouth, but she placed a hand on my arm.

"Not now. I've just taken a shower."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" she inquired.

"That you were taking a shower. I'd have showered with you."

"Come to my house, and I'll tell you," she suggested as she smiled and began stroking my cock faster.

"I'd love to shower with you," I said, pushing her face toward my mouth.

"I don't want any drops on me," she warned me as she once again refused to suck my cock.

"Won't you be busy with your mother and sister?"

"I can find five minutes for you," I remarked, squeezing her voluptuous boobs.

"Oh, you can? That's very kind of you," Grandma replied with sarcasm in her voice.

I cupped her breasts and squeezed them as she pointed the head of my cock toward the tissues. I jerked my body as my cum began filling up the tissues. Grandma wrung the last drops into the tissues, picked up the box from near her leg, and wiped my cum off her thumb and fingers.

"You should wear that white top more often," I suggested.

"Which top?"

"The one you wore on Bel's birthday," I reminded her.

"Oh, you like that tight top? You like how it hugs my body?"

"I love how it hugs them," I commented, touching her big breasts.

"I'll wear it if you want. Go wash yourself," Grandma instructed me as she left the room with the tissues in her hand.

I went to Bel, who was lying on the bed with her hands behind her head and watching us, and extended my cum-filled finger toward her mouth.

Mom was still in the bathroom.

"Put it inside me," she said, opening her legs.

I shoved it in her pussy.

"Now put it in your mouth," she told me.

I again extended my finger toward her.

"So you cannot taste me, but you want me to taste you? Is that it?" she inquired.

"I've a better idea," I suggested as I slipped the middle finger of my other hand between her legs.

I took it out and put it in my mouth. She held my hand in her hand and placed the finger of my other hand in her mouth. We both licked each other's fingers clean.

She got up from the bed, came near me, raised herself on her toes, and, kissing my lips, said, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I replied, kissing her back.

After lunch, Mom and I were in the room when Jocelyn came and announced, "Let's get it over with."

She grabbed my hand and, taking me to the bed, began taking off my shorts and underwear.

"Hang on a second. What happened?" I wondered aloud.

"Just keep quiet and do me," she ordered, taking my sleeping cock in her mouth.

Mom, who was brushing her wavy blonde hair, sat down on the bed. Bel was in Jocelyn's house, meeting her son. Resting my body on my elbows, I watched as Jocelyn's head, with her face hidden under her brown hair, went up and down. As my cock sprung back to life, she sat down on my legs and took off her top and then her shorts.

Without wasting a second on any formalities, she simply took my cock inside her and began screwing me. I put my hands on her cheeks and tried to bring her mouth closer to kiss her, but she removed my hands. With her not interested in anything, I cupped her boobs and started squeezing them as she bent her head, placed her hands on my chest, and kept fucking me.

I tightly grabbed her hips as my cum filled her pussy. She gave a quick kiss on my bare chest and got up to wash herself. I looked at Mom and pointed at Jocelyn with my head. Mom shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

When I came back after cleaning myself, Mom and Jocelyn were on the bed. Putting on my underwear and shorts, I lay down behind Mom.

"So, when are we gonna see you again? After 20 years, 30 years?" Jocelyn asked.

Mom, lying beside Jocelyn with her face next to Jocelyn's breasts, raised her blue eyes, looked at Jocelyn, and said, "You're visiting us during the holidays, aren't you?"

"I meant you visiting us," Jocelyn remarked as she turned her body toward Mom.

"It won't be 20 years. You know I wanted to come much earlier. Things kept happening. Then, I waited for them to turn 18 'cause I wanted them to experience everything."

"So, now you won't make us wait so long, right?" Jocelyn inquired, putting her finger on Mom's bare tit and began circling it around her nipple.

"I won't be able to even if I wanted. He and Bel are already asking me when we'll be back," Mom replied as she turned her face and pointed at me with her eyes.

The talks then sifted to life in the community, the sessions, Mom's work, etc. Jocelyn's head was now under Mom's armpit and she was running her finger on Mom's naked thigh.

In the middle of the talk, Jocelyn said to me, "I did with you as soon as I came 'cause I wanted to spend some time with your mother without you interrupting me or her."

"And it worked for just five minutes. He's back in action," Mom commented as she looked at my hard-as-a-rock cock.

"Ignore him. He can have you, Bel, or his girlfriend when he goes back," Jocelyn announced, putting her hands across Mom's stomach and hugging her tightly.

Mom turned her body toward Jocelyn and, putting her leg on Jocelyn's thigh, gave a quick peck on her lips.

"I still have all your letters," Mom confided, peering straight into Jocelyn's brown eyes.

"I've yours. Has he read them?" Jocelyn wondered, referring to me.

"Not yet," Mom admitted as she snuggled closer, burying her face between Jocelyn's neck and shoulder.

"Do you mind if I give them to him?"

"You can give them to him, though I doubt he'd read my boring letters," Mom remarked.

"How's your husband?" she asked Jocelyn.

"A real pain. I've told him many times that do it with someone, do it with Sarah. But no. He wants to do only with me. I'm like keep waiting," she elaborated, referring to her daughter.

"Have you spoken to him about Sarah?" she raised her head and looked at Mom.

"Not yet."

"What about Sarah?" I queried as I lay there on my side with my cock still hard as a rock.

"It's too early, but we think you should marry someone from the community. The next time we come here, try to spend time with Sarah or one of the girls here. Just get to know them," Mom suggested.

I had seen Sarah only twice. First, at that softball game, she was sitting cross-legged with some girls. When she got up, she had dust on her 18-year-old ass. As she turned her head and began brushing it off with her hands, she saw me watching her. She just kept looking at me without smiling or even reacting.

The second time was at that party at the lake. She was standing with boys and drinking beer. She was good-looking. She was taller than Jocelyn, 5'7" or so, had shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes, and firm and round big boobs with more prominent, bigger nipples than her mother, Jocelyn.

"Why?" I asked, putting my hand on Mom's bare hip, my leg on her thigh, and pressing my cock against her naked ass.

"Because then you won't have to convince her to join the community or explore herself to the fullest," Mom replied as she held my raging cock, slightly lifted one leg, and put it between her thighs.

"How's Sarah?" Jocelyn inquired, caressing Mom's voluptuous boobs with her hand.

"She's good, she's beautiful," I blurted out as I slipped one finger into Mom's pussy and brought it near Jocelyn's mouth.

"It's wet," Jocelyn's commented.

"Hmm," Mom, who still had her face buried between Jocelyn's neck and shoulder, murmured.

Jocelyn gave me a smile and, taking my finger in her mouth, licked it clean.

"As your mother said there's no hurry. Think about it," Jocelyn told me, raising her head and kissing Mom's lips.

Just then the door opened, and Grandpa and Jocelyn's father walked in.

"Oh, good that you're here," Grandpa said to Jocelyn.

"Why?"

I moved away from Mom, but Jocelyn and Mom remained in that position, cuddling each other.

"He wants her," Grandpa replied, pointing at Mom with his eyes.

Mom sat up and patted the bed. When I left the room, leaving the door open as I was in a rush to get out, Jocelyn's father was kneeling down on the bed, and Mom was tying her wavy blonde hair in a bun, preparing to take his raging cock in her mouth. Grandpa, meanwhile, was lying on the bed, and Jocelyn was sitting between his legs and sucking his cock.

I was in the living room when Bel returned from Jocelyn's house.

"Why are you sitting here?"

"Mom's with Jocelyn's dad."

She went and peeked inside the room.

"Grandpa's also there," she said as she sat down opposite me on a chair and began taking off her top and bra.

"Who did this?" I asked, peering at the hickeys on her shoulder and breast.

"Ron and his friend," she replied, referring to Jocelyn's son.

"Was planning to meet Karl tomorrow, but now can't. Or, maybe I'll tell him I'm on the rag. I don't think I want to meet him anyway," she commented, referring to her boyfriend.

"Why not? Apply some cream there. Ask Mom. She might have some cream."

"I used to think he was good... you know, good in that. But now, I think he's a kid. Even you're better than him."

I started thinking that Jocelyn, Mom, and even Bel were better in the bed than Ingrid, the girl I was seeing. But I did not tell her that, and both of us sat silently. Bel put the bra and top back on.

A little later, Grandpa and Jocelyn's father came out of Mom's room and sat down in the living room. Bel and I left the living room and went to Mom's room. Jocelyn was wearing only shorts and was drying her neck with a towel, and Mom was standing there in jeans and a top.

"Your father really bit me here," Jocelyn said, motioning over her breasts with her hand.

"It's his latest thing. He also bit me very hard some time back. They were all red."

"Do you know she fed both of you?" Mom remarked, signaling toward Jocelyn.

"Whaddya mean?" Bel inquired.

"Yes, the same breasts your grandpa bit today fed both of you," Jocelyn replied.

"She was feeding Ron," Mom elaborated, referring to Jocelyn's son. "If I was tired or doing something, I'd give Manus or you to her, and she'd feed you," Mom continued.

"I fed both of you many times, especially him. He was nearly four years old when he finally let go of your mother and me. Whenever he was hungry, he'd go to her or come to me, stare at them, and put his hands on them. And he wouldn't move until his lips weren't on them," Jocelyn continued as she put on the top.

"He's still like that," Bel commented as she stared at me.

"And your mother fed Sarah and Anna," Jocelyn said, referring to her daughters.

"Ron, too. I'd have you or her on one side and Ron on the other," Mom added, looking at me.

"Yes, Ron, too," Jocelyn concurred.

"But Sarah and Anna much longer," Mom admitted.

"By the time he stopped, I was already feeding Anna. After he stopped, I gave Anna to your mother and told her, 'I've taken care of your perpetually hungry son for so long now you take care of her.'"

"Both you and Anna were the easiest. Both of you didn't cry much or cause any trouble. We'd feed you two, and both of you would sleep or play with your toys. You were angels," Mom told Bel.

"Yeah, they were. I don't remember them causing any trouble. Anyway, here's something I got for you," Jocelyn told Mom as she opened her bag.

"Will use it when you come. Thank you," Mom replied, looking at a beige-colored dildo.

"I can't wait to try it," Jocelyn stated as she embraced Mom in a tight hug.

Mom placed her hands on Jocelyn's shoulders, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips against Jocelyn's. She pulled her face a little back, but not too far. Her lips were still lingering near Jocelyn's. As Jocelyn brought her mouth closer, Mom pulled her face away from her. Jocelyn wrapped her arms around Mom and, pulling her toward her, pressed her lips against Mom's. Jocelyn opened her mouth, but Mom didn't respond. Jocelyn opened her eyes and pleaded with her eyes. Mom brought her face closer and slipped her tongue in Jocelyn's mouth.

After playing with her tongue, Mom withdrew it and began kissing Jocelyn's neck and shoulders as she held her tightly in her arms. Jocelyn tilted her head and responded by kissing Mom's neck and shoulders and caressing her voluptuous boobs over the top. She slipped her tongue into Mom's mouth, and both of them started playing with each other's tongues. Then both of them stopped and looked at each other.

"I'll miss you," Jocelyn whispered.

"Come soon. I can't wait to see you again," Mom murmured.

"I will," Jocelyn said as she stood there with her arms around Mom and her breasts pressed against Mom's.

We heard some voices coming from the living room and saw Grandma, Jocelyn's mother, Jocelyn's brother, the guy who took Mom's virginity, and the guy who had fucked Bel at the lake standing in the living room.

"Why are you here? Why aren't you at work?" Jocelyn's father asked his son, Franz.

"We gotta meet them before they take off," he announced as he started taking off his jeans right there.

"There's no time. Come here for some quick action," he told Bel, holding her hand and dragging her to the bed.

The other guy got rid of his top and, signaling toward Mom, jumped onto the bed. He began taking off his jeans as Mom, Bel, Jocelyn, and I stood there and watched.

"Come on, there's no time. Hurry up. We gotta get back to work," Franz shouted as sat there naked on the bed.

Mom shrugged her shoulders and started taking off her top.

"You come and wake it up," he told Jocelyn, pointing at his cock.

Jocelyn knelt down on the bed near his legs and began sucking it. The guy, who was stroking his thing to make it hard, came near Jocelyn and signaled toward it with his head. Jocelyn lifted her face and took his cock in her mouth while her hand stroked her brother's thing.

A few seconds later, she swapped places and took her brother's cock in her mouth while her hand stroked the guy's thing. Soon both were hard as a rock. Jocelyn got up from the bed and left the room with me. We went and sat down in the living room with the others.

A little later, when I peeked inside the room, the door was wide open, Mom and Bel were on their fours, and Franz was holding Bel's hair in his hands and was bonking her from behind. The other guy, meanwhile, was pulling Mom's hair so hard that her head was up, with her eyes looking at the roof, and was screwing her from behind. I could hear Mom moaning, "Ah-ah" as he pummeled her pussy.

Franz and the other guy finally emerged from the room fully dressed and, after saying quick goodbyes to Grandma and Grandpa, raced back to their work. Grandma and I went to the room and saw Bel lying on her stomach on the bed with her head between her arms. Mom was taking a shower in the bathroom.

"Are you tired?" Grandma asked her.

"No. Waiting for Mom," she replied as she turned around and sat on the bed.

"Who gave you these?" Grandma inquired, pointing at the hickeys.

"Aunt Jocelyn's son Ron and his friend."

Grandma sat down on a chair and I on the bed. When Mom emerged from the bathroom, we saw that she, too, had hickeys.

"Did Ron also give you these?" Grandma asked Mom, who, like Bel, had hickeys on her shoulder and breast.

"No, Mother! Franz saw them on Bel, so they decided to give me, too."

"I'm seeing it on your body after a very long time. I don't even remember the last time you had a hickey."

"The last time was before marriage," Mom stated as she picked up her panties and began putting them on.

"He tastes so awful. I brushed my teeth, but I can still feel his awful taste all inside my mouth," she added, adjusting her bra.

"But it seemed you were enjoying it. We could hear you," Grandma remarked.

"He certainly knows how to do it. It's just that he tastes awful. I don't know what he eats. I've peppermint in my bag. I'll have it."

After Mom and Bel were dressed, we went back to the living room and sat down with Jocelyn and her parents. Around five minutes later, Erik came back. We all said goodbye to Jocelyn and her folks and left for home.

When we reached home, there was a voice message from the magazine informing us that the photo of Mom feeding me had been judged as the naughtiest photo. Though they'd make it official next month when the magazine hits the stand, they wanted to interview us about the photo.

"So, now off to the James Island," Mom announced, giving us a big smile.

"Can't wait to hit the sea. I need to buy a good hat and so many things," Bel commented.

"By the way, Grandma's coming in the evening to spend time with you," Mom said to me.

"Whaddya mean?"

"She wants to be with you," she looked at me and winked.

Though I had plans to meet my girlfriend, Ingrid, I decided she could wait. I smiled back at Mom.

"Will Grandpa come?"

"You want him?" Mom asked Bel.

"I guess so. I like him," Bel answered.

"Yes, he'll come. Don't worry, I'll be with you. He likes you, too, especially this," Mom remarked as she lightly slapped Bel's ass over her shorts.

"Is Uncle Erik also coming?" I inquired.

"No, he'll come later, maybe tomorrow."

"Then what about you?" I wondered aloud, putting my arms around her and pulling her 5'8" body closer.

"I'll have my share before that," she replied as she looked me in the eye and, raising herself on her toes, kissed my lips.

"And shave down there. We are shaved, so you also shave," she ordered me.

"I cut them with scissors. I'm afraid of blades," I confessed.

"Don't worry, I'll do it."

"No, thanks. I'm fine," I responded.

"Don't worry. I know how precious it's to you. I'd be super careful. Now lemme take a quick shower. After that, we'll eat something and sleep. I'm very tired," Mom said, looking at me and swaying her hips in the jeans as she headed to the bathroom.