Paint it Blue

It all started when my cousin Claire called me to help her paint the living room of her new apartment. Claire was actually my "first cousin once removed"... her mother Mary was my first cousin; her mother and mine were sisters. In this case, Claire was "removed" in more ways than one, when the family moved out of town so that Mary's husband Hugh could take a job in another town. But that marriage had broken up, and Mary and Claire had moved back here. Claire wanted to go to the university here, and Mary got her old job as a dental hygienist back. Mary was always "Aunt Mary" to me, since there was a fifteen-year difference in our ages, and I always knew her as an adult.

I hadn't seen Claire in six years, so I was glad to help her out. Her apartment was two blocks from the campus, in a hundred-year-old house that had been divided into three apartments, one on each floor. Claire had the top floor. When I arrived, the stepladder had been set up and the paint cans were open. All the windows were open, too, to waft away the smell of the drying paint in the warm autumn breeze. She had provided rollers at the end of long handles, because we were starting with the ceiling. I was wearing the same thing as she was... a tee-shirt and shorts. But her shorts ended just south of her crotch, giving me a great view of shapely legs. Her blonde hair was cut much shorter than I remembered. Her tits didn't show much under her shirt, but she was definitely more developed than I'd remembered. Well, she was over eighteen now, so it figured.

After a half an hour, our clothes had drips all over them. "Screw this!" Claire said, and she took off her tee-shirt. I gasped. She wore no bra, and her tits were on plain view to me... not large, but firm and capped with pink gum-drop nipples. Then she shucked her shorts (she was already barefoot) and stood before me in just her panties, tight enough to show a faint camel-toe.

"Now you!" she ordered. I stripped down likewise, until I had only my boxer shorts on.

"Isn't that better?" she said with a grin. "We can throw all the clothes into the washer when we're done. Wanna stay for dinner? That'll give us time to do a load."

The first load will be the one I'm going to have to shoot before long, I thought. My cock was already swelling.

Now I hadn't seen Claire since she was around twelve. She was four years younger than me, and when you're that young, four years is a huge gap. So we didn't really socialize then, and I just thought of her as one of my kid cousins, just one of many in my Irish-American family. And she probably thought of me as that skinny kid with the acne and the stammer.

But six years later, that blue-eyed freckled kid with the short blonde hair wasn't that kid anymore. She was a by-God woman, with perfect tits and, I swear, a thigh gap and a camel-toe that I could scarcely tear my eyes away from.

"So... dinner?" At the sound of her voice, I snapped out of my reverie.

"Sure."

"Deal! Let's get back to work."

The work went quickly, and we no longer minded getting paint all over our bodies. My boner never went away, and I saw her glancing at it with an impish grin. When we were half-way through the job, having finished the living room and ready to do the dining room, she said "Why don't we shuck our undies? They're getting painty, too."

"You just want to see what I've got in my shorts!" I answered.

"Like I haven't seen one before? Get real!"

"Well, I will if you will."

So she did. But she didn't disappoint. When her panties came down, they revealed a wreath of trimmed blonde hair that framed two sets of labia, the puffy outer ones and just a hint of inner ones peeking out at the bottom.

Stark naked now, she regarded me expectantly. I slid down my shorts and my cock sprang free, getting harder by the minute.

"Well, I might as well put some paint on it," she said impishly as she dipped the roller into the tray and applied it to the underside of my cock. "We're going to wash it all off, anyway."

"Hey, don't I get to do that with you?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Well, fair's fair." I painted her nipples with my roller. "Can I do your pussy, too?"

"I'll think about it," she said. "Let's get back to work. I'll throw those clothes in the washer."

Back to painting we went. As we worked, I found it hard to tear my eyes away from Claire. Even from the back, she was beautiful, with a tight "runner's butt" and a slim waist. When she reached up to paint the ceiling, her breasts lifted up invitingly and then dropped again as she lowered her arms. When she bent over to get to the lower part of the wall, those tits dangled invitingly. And when seen from the rear in that position, she displayed a lovely view of her pussy, begging to be fondled or penetrated from behind. Is it any wonder that my boner never really went away?

It did soften, though, and that gave me something else to appreciate... just the feel of it swinging and hitting my legs as I moved about. I'd never done anything active when I was naked before, and the new sensation of my cock and balls swinging gave me a whole new appreciation of going nude.

So we finished the ceiling and walls, glancing at each other's naked bodies. Just she was getting ready to cap the paint can, she said,

"Paint my nips again!" she demanded. I dipped my finger into the can and painted her nipples, pushing them back and forth until they stiffened. "And my cunt!" More paint, and I put a white streak right up her cleft, massaging her clit with the slippery stuff.

"Now let's shower," she said as she capped the can. The bathroom had an old claw-foot tub with a shower ring supporting the curtain. It was tight, but we made it work. As we lathered each other up and washed the paint off, my boner returned, and I felt her nipples stiffen again as I stroked her breasts. My mind was a torrent. This was my kid cousin, a girl I'd known as a child. But she wasn't that little girl anymore. I felt my lust welling up.

She hugged me, pressing my boner against her belly, and whispered into my ear. "Wanna fuck, Danny?"

"I was thinking the same thing. But is it right? We're cousins!"

"I thought about that when we were painting. You're not that shy, skinny teenager with the stammer that I used to know. You're a different person now. So am I. I'm not getting that familial vibe. And even if I was, I don't think that would make a difference. So let's do it! But first, let's take care of this!" With that, she applied a bit of soap to her hand and ran it up and down my boner. Within seconds, I spewed a load onto her hand as we kissed.

We dried each other off in a hurry and went into the bedroom. The threw herself on the unmade king-size waterbed, lay on her back, and spread her legs in welcome. I knelt on her bed between the V of her legs and fondled my limp dick in anticipation.

"Wait," she said. "Give me head first."

She tasted like pussy and soap, and I lapped it up with vigor. At the top of her slot, I saw her clitoris, now swollen, and gave it some attention.

"Can I finger-fuck you?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"

So I slid in first one finger, then two, as I savaged her clit with her tongue. I probed for her G-spot, but couldn't find it. "Up higher," she panted. Grateful for her coaching, I adjusted my depth until she said "That's it." It was almost half a finger-length up from her hole, on the front of the vagina. It didn't take long for her orgasm to hit, and I watched her body flush to a pale pink. She was lubricating like crazy and panting like she'd run a forty-yard dash. She was mewling like a kitten until her climax, when she gave a long, loud cry. It was only then that I realized how turned on she became when we painted in the nude that afternoon. My boner was back, and ready for more fun.

"Um," I managed to gasp. "Are you... protected?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot? I've been on the pill for a year. But I have to ask: are you clean, or do we need a rubber?"

"I'm clean," I said. "I assume you are, since you asked me."

"No diseases, Danny. So put it in. Right now!"

I slid up her body, kissing each of those now erect nipples as I passed them, and my now revived cock was positioned at her cunt. My cousin's cunt. The cunt I never dreamed I'd see, let alone fuck.

"What are you waiting for, Danny?"

I smiled and started sliding my cock into her vagina. It felt like heaven. She sighed with pleasure as I bottomed out in her.

"Fast or slow?" I asked.

"Slow at first. Feel my Kegels? Just time your pumps to my clenches."

Thank God that she was a woman who knew how to control the pace of our love-making, I thought. She gave a series of clenches of her vaginal muscles, and I used them as a clue to the tempo she wanted. I was also grateful for her having jacked me off in the shower, since it allowed me to give her a good fifteen minutes of my unbridled lust until I came at last and spewed pulse after pulse of cum into her womb. I think she orgasmed again, at least once and maybe twice.

And then I heard a voice. I looked toward the door.

It was Aunt Mary. She was grinning.

"Are you two finished?"

I pulled the sheet up to cover my naked body, but Claire just sat up and grinned. "Hi, Mom! I wasn't expecting you just yet!"

"I see that," the dark-haired woman said. "I had to go to the bank, and I stopped by to see how the painting was going, and let myself in with the key you gave me. I'll be going now. Sorry to intrude."

"No, Mom. I think we're done for a while. How about staying for dinner? I was going to get a pizza delivered. I can make it a large instead of a medium. No bother at all."

Aunt Mary took a breath. "Well, if it's no trouble, I'll be glad to stay." She had a devilish glint in her eye as she regarded me. "It's good to see you, Danny. You really have grown. Let me see that cock that's just been in my daughter!"

As I grinned bashfully, Claire pulled the sheet off me and displayed my now soft cock to her mother. Mary smiled. "A lot like his grandfather's! I wonder what it looks like when it's hard!"

"Uh, how did you know what our grandfather's cock looks like?"

"Oh, we got it on. It was your grandmother's idea. She let me fuck him, to let me see how good a lay a guy can be. In fact, he took my cherry. I'll tell you the story. Don't bother to dress, kids. You look fine just the way you are!"

With that, we got up, not bothering to hide our nudity. Claire was obviously comfortable about being naked around her mom, and I just followed suit. After putting towels down on the kitchen chairs, Claire picked up her phone and called the pizzeria while Aunt Mary and I sat at the kitchen table and chatted.

"You have to understand, Danny, that we were pretty wild when we were younger. I'd been dating Hugh, and your grandmother suggested that I get laid by your granddad, since she was always talking about how good a lay he was. She always believed that a girl's first time should be with a guy that knows how to fuck, and who cares for his partner. So I asked him, and he slept with me and made me a woman, so to speak."

I was stunned. I'd never imagined that my Aunt Mary had a sex life, let alone with our granddad! That was stupid, of course. She and Hugh had obviously fucked, since that's how Claire came about. But now I was looking at that woman across the table with new eyes. Her full breasts were pushing against the thin top she was wearing, restrained by a bra that showed faintly through the fabric. I took to wondering what her nipples looked like. She was wearing the same style of shorts that Claire was washing in the machine along with mine. I'd always thought of Mary as an attractive woman from the time I was ten and able to appreciate a woman's form, but never as an object of sex. Until now.

"Can I let you in on a secret?" Claire asked as she sat down. "Mom was actually coming over to fuck me today. Yeah, we get it on. We've been doing it for months now. I hope you weren't disappointed by Danny's being here, Mom."

"Well, I was surprised to find him here. I thought you'd be alone. I wasn't surprised to see you naked, though. You always felt more comfortable in the nude."

"Aunt Mary," I said. "I usually go by just 'Dan' nowadays."

"Well, you've been 'Danny' so long that I don't think I can break that habit. But since you're screwing my daughter, why don't you just call me 'Mary' now." She smiled at me.

I smiled back. It was an understanding that we were both adults, and our childhood relationships were over.

"How did this lesbian thing come about?" I asked.

It was Mary who answered. "Just after her eighteenth birthday. It was the first warm day of the year, so we went outside to get some rays. We were both in our bikinis, but when it came time to get some lotion on our backs, our tops went off. Then our bottoms. And I started to get horny and I was playing with myself, and she started doing the same. I knew a few tricks and showed her, and before we knew it, we were finger-fucking and we both came. It just sort of happened."

We chatted for a while and, when the pizza came, Claire answered the door in the nude and paid the astonished delivery boy. She produced a large bottle of red wine from the cupboard, and we chatted some more as we ate.

"Well, Claire," I heard Mary say, "how well did he do?" It was obvious that she wasn't talking about my painting.

"He did very well. Do you want to try him?"

My cousin, offering me to her mom, my aunt? This is getting really weird.

"Well, I've seen the goods," Mary replied. "But only soft. Let me see him when he's hard." With that, she started unbuttoning her blouse.

"But you're my godmother, Aunt Mary..."

"It's just 'Mary' now, remember? And what is a godmother supposed to do but see to her godson's spiritual education? And I can't think of anything more spiritual than sex. So I have to see how you're doing in that department."

She stood up and doffed her shorts, and was now wearing just her underwear. (She'd kicked off her sandals when she entered the house.) She looked pretty good for a woman pushing forty. I could see what my grand-dad saw in her. It was that same voluptuous figure I'd seen in a one-piece swimsuit at family gatherings by the lake. Full breasts, a tummy that showed the pooch and stretch marks of a pregnancy, wide hips, and the same thigh gap that her daughter had. No cameltoe on her, but wisps of pubic hair showing at the edges of her panties.

My cock was rising again, and she noticed it. She reached behind her and undid her bra hook, and slipped the straps off her shoulders. The bra fell to the floor and I saw her bare boobs, saggy with age, with coaster-size areolas and dark nipples the size of grapes. Claire used to nurse on those very nipples, I thought.

Then she bent down to pull down her panties, and her heavy boobs dangled invitingly as she smiled at me. She knew exactly what sort of reaction the sight of dangling breasts could provoke in a man, and played that card expertly. When she stood up, her naked body displayed a dark hairy muff that barely showed her cleft. That was all it took to get me fully hard again.

"Well, your cock really does look like your grandfather's! I'm glad it's not too big. Hugh's was a bit longer, and he really didn't know how to use it. My cervix took a beating unless I was really warmed up. Now shall we go into the bedroom?"

And so the three of us were in that king-size waterbed. "Let's suck on Mom's nips," Claire said. "That always gets her motor running!"

Mary lay on her back, and Claire and I took a breast and we started sucking on her nipples. Claire used to nurse from those very teats, I thought. I felt Claire's had grasp mine and squeeze in a rhythm, and I understood that she was dictating the tempo of our sucks. Mary, meanwhile, was playing with her engorged clit and pulling on her inner lips.

"Let him eat you, Mom. He's real good at it!"

Mary murmured her assent, and I moved down to her crotch while Claire kept suckling on her breasts. Since she hadn't bathed since morning, the heat of the day had flavored her cunt with sweat, which mixed with the taste of her arousal, a tangy combination that I could smell in her muff as well as taste. It was intoxicating.

I did what I did to her daughter, teasing her clit with my tongue as I finger-fucked her, this time with three fingers easily accommodated by her vagina. On a hunch, I applied pressure to the anterior of her vagina at the same depth I'd used on her daughter. Sure enough, that was the magic place, and a push or two on it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her.

"Oh, God," Mary moaned. "Hugh never did this like you do!" And then she came with a shiver and a gush of her cum. Claire giggled. "Go, Mom, go!" I heard her say as I gave her cunt one last savage thrust.

Mary smiled as the crest of her orgasm receded. "Thanks so much, dears! I haven't had a climax like that in years! Keep him, Claire! Don't let him get away!"

"You can have him anytime I'm not using him, Mom!"

"Well, Danny... I'm sorry, Dan... I want to feel your dick in me now."

"Danny's fine," I said. "Do you want more head?"

"Thanks for asking, dear! But I want cock in me. I haven't had it in years, so long that I've forgotten what it feels like. I'm practically a virgin again!"

"Speaking of which, are you still fertile?"

"Yes, but I've been on the pill for some months now. I figured that when Hugh and I divorced, I wanted my sex life back. And, yes, I'm disease free. That's one of the few benefits of being monogamous all this time, even when I wasn't getting sex. God, it's been so long!"

"Then let me deflower you again!" I said as I moved up her body, kissing every inch from her clit to her face, lapping at her belly button and the valley between her breasts, kissing her neck and chin. When we were face to face, I felt Claire's hand on my rod, guiding it into her mother's cunt.

It certainly wasn't a virgin's cunt. This one was looser, but sported vaginal muscles nearly as strong as her daughter's. She gave my cock some clenches a few seconds apart, and I knew that it signaled the pace she wanted. (Mother and daughter had already refined that technique while finger-fucking each other, I realized.) I obliged, moving in and out as I kissed her neck. Claire was beside us, masturbating with a dildo she'd retrieved from the drawer in her nightstand.

For Mary, sex was like a drink of water at an oasis in the desert, a drink she hadn't had in years. And she was savoring every minute of it, moaning and pleading for harder thrusts. The scent of her sweat was enchanting as she experienced a succession of small quick orgasms followed by a huge one after about a half an hour, triggering one of my own as my cock pumped my third load of the day into her thirsting womb. Claire had timed her climax to join ours, and we lay together, our limbs tangling each others, a huge wet spot on the bed, and the aroma of sweat and pussy mixing with the smell of the drying paint in the next room.

"Are you good, Mom?"

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes! Thank you both!"

"Can I have him next?"

Will there even be a next, I wondered. Could I even get it up again?

"Oh, sure!" Mary said. "But what can we do to get him hard again?"

"I want to suck him, and taste your pussy on his cock."

"Why don't we both lick his dick back to hardness? One tongue on each side!"

"Mom, you think so dirty!"

"I saw that in one of the pornos that Hugh used to make me watch, back when we had a sex life. It looked effective to me."

"Well, we won't know until we try it, will we?"

I could see that, for the next few hours, I was going to be a happy man.

We ended that night with the ladies doing a sort of tag-team thing, where I'd lie on my back and each woman would do thirty seconds of cow-girl on me. The "winner" would be the one who could get me to cum in her, which turned out to be Claire. After that, we all fell asleep on the water-bed to the sounds of the traffic outside the open window and the scent of the drying paint.

--

When I awoke, Mary was still there, stroking my morning wood, but Claire was gone. "I'm not going to let you cum," she said with a wink. "Claire has something in mind for you." So she continued to tease me for the half-hour it took for Claire to return with a plastic bag full of merchandise.

"Where have you been?" I asked.

"Hardware store. I got more paint and rollers." She held up a small can. "Blue. For the bedroom ceiling."

"C'mere." I went over, my boner at half mast. She dipped some fingers into the paint, grabbed my cock, and smeared it on, rubbing it in. The slipperiness was all it took to get me to full mast.

"Hey!" I said. "You're gonna make me cum!"

"I want you to. Into the paint!" With that, she aimed my cock at the can and pushed it into the paint just as I was jizzing.

"The missing ingredient!" she said as Mary handed her an electric hand mixer. "Now when I paint the bedroom, I can think of your jizz all over the ceiling!"

"Oh, I get the joke: 'Blue! I'll paint the ceiling blue!'"

She laughed as she stirred the sperm into the paint. "Not a bad idea, right! Mom thought it was hilarious!" In a few seconds, the sperm had blended into the paint.

"Let's have breakfast and let Dan's willy recuperate," Claire said as she stripped naked. (She didn't have much to take off: only a shirt, shorts, and sandals.) Now all three of us prepared and ate breakfast in the nude, although Claire put on an apron to protect herself from spattering bacon.

After we'd cleaned up the breakfast dishes, it was time to get back to work. This time, it was the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. With three people now, the work went quickly. We were all nude, of course, and the sight of Mary's heavy boobs swaying as she moved about was mesmerizing. It was obvious that she was comfortable in her nakedness.

We moved the tarps that had covered the living and dining room furniture into the bedroom and shrouded the bed, dresser, and nightstand. Claire and Mary were giggling as they "painted the ceiling blue" with the old joke uppermost in their minds. When the ceiling was done, a beautiful sky blue, we painted the walls white, and moved to the kitchen and painted that, too. By early afternoon, the work was done. We showered, with Mary in with me, jerking me off, and then stepping out while Claire came in and washed the paint off her body.

"Well, this place is going to stink for a day," Mary said as we dried ourselves off. "And you're not going to be able to use the bedroom or kitchen or bathroom. Let's get some lunch and then go over to my place."

"Sounds good to me," Claire replied. "Dan, you're good with that?"

"Sure," I said. We dressed, piled into Mary's car, and had lunch at a favorite diner I'd wanted to take them to, and then it was off to Mary's house, about five miles away. It was in a pretty swank neighborhood, and the back yard had a small pool and a high privacy fence.

"Is this a house you own?" I asked. "Or are you renting?"

"I'm renting. House-sitting, actually. It's owned by a professor at the college. He's on sabbatical now, doing research in Europe for his next book, and he gave me an exceptionally good deal on the rent. I have until next July to find a place of my own."

"Why didn't you share a house with Claire?"

Claire answered that one. "Well, I wanted to live closer to the college, where I could walk to class. My neighborhood also has a grocery and a drugstore and a hardware store all within walking distance, so I don't need a car."

"There's another reason," Mary added. "I wanted to have a love life again, and I know Claire wants one, too, and I didn't want them to interfere with each other. I didn't ever dream we'd be sharing a lover! Least of all a relative!"

"But here we are," Claire said, "So let's get naked again and have some fun!"

Of course, when the ladies stripped and displayed their tits and snatches, I started getting hard again. But they wanted a swim first, so we played in the pool for a while.

Mary said, "Claire, what do you think I'd look like if my pubes were shaved? I've always been hairy, because Hugh liked it that way. But now that we're divorced, I'm thinking about going bare down there."

Claire looked at me. "Dan, what do you prefer?"

"I don't care, really. Bare or hair, it's all good. You should at least give it a try, though, to satisfy your curiosity. If you don't like it, you can always let it grow back."

"Let's do it, then. Claire, would you shave me?"

It turned out that there was a safety razor, a pack of blades, a pair of scissors, and some shaving cream left by the professor, so Claire trimmed Mary's bush short as I stroked my dick and watched. Then we lathered up Mary's crotch and Claire applied the razor. Before long, Mary's pubes were as bare as a baby's, and she was definitely in a state of arousal. And so was I, my cock still hard.

We had another brief swim, so Mary could feel the water on her now naked cunt. Then she spread a big towel on the grass, lay on her back, and opened her legs. "Eat me, Claire," she said.

So Claire positioned herself on hands and knees at her mother's crotch and began to lap her bare skin. "Oh, my God!" Mary said. "It feels even better than I imagined!"

I could see that Claire was also getting horny, so I got behind her and began to fondle her pussy. It was wet, and not from the pool. She spread her legs slightly, to allow me better access to her cunt. I began to finger-fuck her, working on her G-spot until I could feel her Kegels contracting and gripping my fingers. I removed my fingers and thrust my hard cock into her hairy cunt, and began pumping in time to the clenches of her vagina, noting that it was the same tempo that she was using as she ate out her mother.

I managed to delay my climax until I could feel the girls heading toward theirs. First Mary came, her face a mask of lust as she stared up at me. I gave a final hard thrust into Claire as she, too, became engulfed in a climax of her own. That was all it took for me to explode, my cock spurting its cum into Claire's vagina, which was answering every spurt with a clench.

We uncoupled and Claire lay on her back as her mother's mouth locked onto her daughter's cunt and licked my juices from it. Clearly, they'd done that hundreds of times before, but this time Mary was tasting my sperm as well as Claire's pussy. That, along with my hands fondling those heavy breasts, was enough to give Mary another orgasm, and to extend Claire's.

We all collapsed onto the towel, our lust spent, looking at each other in wonder. None of us wanted to break the spell. But as our passions ebbed, normal life began to resume with its demands for peeing and refreshing. Mary delighted in holding my soft dick as she directed its stream into the toilet bowl, and made a show of her own peeing as Claire watched. She'd really needed to pee, and a strong yellow stream spewed into the bowl for at least twenty seconds. Then it was the daughter's turn, her performance matching her mother's. I had a feeling that they'd done this with each other before, but never with a man watching!

We had a light snack, and then Mary said, "Dan, have you ever wondered what it would be like to shave your pubes? We could do that."

My own advice to Mary came back to me. "I guess I could try it and see if I liked it. So let's."

We got out the scissors and shaving cream and razor, and they took turns shaving my crotch bare. The attention was all it took to bring me to a full erection. I looked at the result in the mirror, and it seemed that my cock had grown another half-inch.

"How about you, Claire? Want to join the party?"

"Been there, done that," she replied. "I liked the feel but not the stubble. Or the wax. Maybe I'll have it lased later on, but this is fine for now."

"Now for the road test," Mary said. "Danny, I want you to eat me like Claire did. Then we'll fuck, OK?"

We went to the bedroom, where there was a king-size bed, all made up. We rolled back the blanket and top sheet and Mary lay on her back, her crotch lined up with the side of the bed so I could give her head as I knelt on the floor.

Given the novelty of the sensation, it didn't take her long to reach an orgasm, particularly since Claire was sucking on her mom's ample tits. I thought again of how the daughter was again at her mother's breast, seventeen years after being weaned from it.

Mary climaxed with a gush of fluid, and then she said, "Mount me! Bare pubes to bare pubes! I want to feel what it's like!"

I found that when I was standing at the side of the bed, my cock was at the perfect height for sliding into her, so that's what I did. I really didn't feel any difference, but Mary was getting off again as I pumped. Claire rolled onto her back and was strumming her clit furiously, her hands dancing on her cunt. I heard her gasp as her orgasm hit, followed by her mother's gasp, and then my own as my orgasm hit me like a thunderbolt.

I pulled out, my cock softening. Mary re-positioned herself on the center of the bed and said, "Eat me again, Claire." This time, Claire was tasting not only her mom's juices but my sperm as well. I sucked on Mary's hard nipples as she felt another orgasm wash over her.

Well, none of us were much good for a while after that. We made dinner and chatted some more as we sat on towels. "That's a house rule," Mary said. "The professor and his wife were nudists, and they told my I could be nude, too, as long as I took care of the furniture."

"Were you a nudist before?" I asked her.

"No. I'm not even a nudist now, really. But it seems that this house was built for it, with the high fence around the back yard. And to be honest, it feels great when I come home from work and ditch the bra. I love the feel of my tits swinging free. Maybe I could be a good nudist."

"I get naked around the house now, too," Claire said. "It's funny. We'd been lovers before, and we were naked when we were making love, but we'd dress during the daytime, even when we weren't going anywhere."

"Let me guess," Mary said. "I bet you got naked when you painted the living room. Is that how Danny found you when he came in?"

"No, Mom! We had clothes on, but it didn't make sense to get paint all over them."

"But you liked being naked, right?"

"Oh, sure! And I liked seeing Danny naked, too."

"I bet. He's a good-looking man now. Nice cock. Let's get it hard again!"

It didn't take much doing. This time, it was Claire on the bed with her butt on the edge, getting eaten out by me while Mary was playing her tits. At the peak of her orgasm she cried, "Gimme cock! Gimme cock!" I was in her like a flash, shooting my fourth load of the day into her flesh. After that, it was me sucking my cum from her cunt as she and her mom French-kissed.

We all fell asleep, exhausted by the efforts of the day. Before sunrise the next morning, I felt Mary's cunt slipping around my morning wood. I lay on my back as she cow-girled me, her beautiful breasts bouncing and swaying. I came almost immediately.

"I'm sorry," I said. "You didn't cum, did you?"

"No, dear. But it was still nice. And there'll be more in days to come."

Mary got up and said, "It's getting late. I'll drive you kids home. I have to be at work in two hours." We took a last swim in the pool to wash the sweat and cum off, had a quick breakfast, and dressed. Mary drove Claire and me back to her apartment. On the ride, she said, "It's been fun, kids. But expect me to take other lovers, too. I have to make up for lost time."

"It's all right, Mom. Danny's fun, but I'm going to take other lovers, too. Maybe we could pass them back and forth!"

"A mother-daughter foursome!" I said. "Every man's dream!"

The women laughed.

Mary let us off at Claire's apartment, where we declared the bedroom fit for more fucking. She had a class in the afternoon, and I phoned my work to say I wouldn't be in that morning. That left the rest of the morning for one last bit of sex in the aroma of the still drying paint.

We did it straight missionary style, with her on the bottom feeling my weight. Nothing fancy. But she was giggling the whole time, and I asked her why.

"I've been looking up at the ceiling," she said. "And I've been thinking, 'Blue! I've painted the ceiling blue! Spermy-paint blue!'"

And I laughed, too, as I deposited another load of sperm, not into a paint can but into that tight warm tunnel of hers, so much like her mother's.