The Cruise Aftermath Pt. 01

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Author's Note: In response to all the support my stories "Family Trip to Jamaica" and "A Cruise with My Daughter" received, as well as the requests that I write a follow-up, I decided to create a cross-over. I hope the story is hot enough to stand on its own, but I think it is best enjoyed if you have read the other two series. That way you can get a full idea of the relationships, and in the case of the "Cruise" story, the emotional stakes.

This story is told from the perspective of the mother from "Cruise" and her feeling left out of the new special bond her husband and daughter found on the trip. Enjoy!

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To say that I was a little apprehensive in letting them go would be an understatement. Don't get me wrong - I know my husband loves his daughter. They had been thick as thieves when she was little, but the older she got, the more he treated her like something to be wary of. He was encouraging, proud and supportive; while also keeping her at an arms length. Almost like she was a niece rather than a daughter.

When I asked him about it, he always made it out like he had no idea what I was talking about. But I had a theory. Our daughter was beautiful and he knew it. There were a handful of occasions where I caught him checking her out with less than fatherly eyes, so I knew he noticed it too. Little moments at volleyball games or at pool parties.

My poor husband was potentially terrified of the best thing in his life and so that's why I was happy for them to take a cruise together when she graduated from high school. They'd find a way to reconnect with the girl he raised before she went to college and came back home a new woman.

This is not to say that it was all easy for me. I was so nervous while they were gone. We had agreed to letting them have their time together and not contacting much while they were away. Eventually the worry that Steve and Tiffany would not be able to connect slid away and I had to just trust the process. I poured myself into my work and spent longer nights at the office. There were short calls and video chats here and there. I'd get a picture of them by the pool, or in their tiny room, or one from a club (Tiffany only sent those). It all looked really fun. Best of all, they looked happy. Before I knew it, they were back, and to my delight, were almost glowing with happiness.

The rest of the summer before Tiffany went to college, she and her father spent a lot of time together. Back to being two peas in a pod like when she was young. Steve even relaxed his crazy work schedule a bit and spent more time at home, often lounging around our pool with Tiffany or taking her to the mall. I tried to join on some days, but my work schedule wasn't exactly cooperating. There were times I'd come home late to find them just cuddled up on the couch under a blanket watching a movie.

I was so happy for them. That was until, I wasn't. It was difficult, but I had to admit that there was some jealousy emerging for me. It was great that Steve was getting to enjoy the relationship that I had had with Tiffany for many years, but it was hard to not feel like it was coming at the cost of her relationship with me. I tried to get some alone time with her by doing a spa day or a lunch day here or there, but it didn't feel like it really made a difference. Before I knew it, she was off to school and I felt like I lost a kid.

With Tiffany out of the house, some of the tension eased up and it felt like missing her was a joint thing Steve and I shared. Sure enough though, on weekends home, their special relationship reared its head again. I know I shouldn't be complaining over a father having a good relationship with his daughter, but here we are.

One Friday evening I was feeling especially low knowing Tiffany would be home for the weekend. I was working late so I ended up speaking about it with my colleague John. I poured out to him that after their time away my husband and daughter had become close again, and how shitty I felt for being jealous of that ostensibly great thing.

John was an amazing listener. He always had been, which is why we became close at work. While I'd never cheat on Steve, I did harbor fantasies of fucking John. He was hot, secure and just a good man. Not that we never came close. On nights we would be the only one's in the office; or nights when we would get after work drinks, the temptation was palpable. But I was a good wife, and never strayed outside the relationship unless it was something Steve and I were trying out together. But Steve and I hadn't opened our relationship for a while. So John wasn't a fun option yet.

While telling him of my dilemma, I noticed a small knowing smile cross his face. He nodded along and said to my surprise, "I know exactly what you mean."

I felt a bit of relief hearing this, since part of me feared he would shame me for being jealous.

"There was a time just last year that I worried about the same thing happening with my two kids and me. Every doubt I had was erased after we went on a vacation all together to an all-inclusive resort that prioritized sticking together. Dave from the accounting department actually recommended it to me. Spending time with them as adults rather than viewing them as kids really turned things around. Sounds like your husband and Tiffany had a chance to do that and it worked for them. Now it's your turn. My kids actually choose to spend time with my wife and I over their friends sometimes now. I feel like we know each other inside and out. I'm telling you, this resort in Jamaica was a game changer."

I was hooked and my heart filled a bit. "Really? That sounds amazing! I don't want to get in the way of their relationship, but maybe this will help me just feel included again."

John smiled broadly, with that same knowing grin growing on his face. "Oh, it will definitely do that. But there's a catch."

My heart dropped a bit. "Catch? What do you mean?"

John leaned in. "The resort isn't your run-of-the-mill place. It's a...."

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"It's a nudist resort," I told them.

Tiffany and Steve both just stared at me before reacting: Steve by turning beet red and Tiffany by exploding with laughter.

"Honey, what are you talking about? A sex resort?!" Steve exclaimed. This only made Tiffany laugh even harder.

"No! I never said that! Nudist! Nudist! Clothing-optional actually, which I think is even a step below nudist. John from work mentioned he went there and..."

A look passed over Steve's face. "Oh, yea? John mentioned it?" Steve had always been a little suspect of John.

Tiffany picked up on the tension and stopped laughing, now looking confused.

I shut it down quickly. "Yes, John said he took his family last year and it brought them all closer together. It's just, this past year, ever since you guys got back from the cruise...," I could feel myself tear up a bit. "It's like you two had a little adventure and formed a really close bond. Which I love! Don't get me wrong. But I suddenly feel like a third wheel."

Tiffany and Steve shot each other a guilty look, as if confirming that they knew exactly what I was talking about.

"I'm sorry mom," Tiffany said as she came in to give me a hug.

I felt Steve's strong arms encircle us both and squeeze tightly. "Yea honey. I'm sorry. I had no idea you felt that way." He paused a bit. "But a nudist resort, really? What about Tif...."

"I think it's a great idea mom," Tiffany cut in. "I love you no matter what and if this is what you need to see that you and I are still close, then I am all for it."

My whole body felt the warmth of the hug from my daughter and husband, and already I could feel us getting closer again. This is all I wanted. "I love you, sweetie," is all I could say.

We stayed like that for a bit before I guess Steve got too restless and released us from his arms.

"Well, OK then. I know it'll be strange, but you have until your winter break from school to warm up to the idea. I'll book everything," I said. I looked over to Steve who still had a very worried expression on his face. "And just so you know, we are going to overlap with John's family a little bit. I hope thats ok."

Steve's eyebrow arched a bit. "That's fine," he said a little too coolly. "It'd be good for me to spend some time with your work-husband."

I slapped his arm. "Stop. You know it's not like that. And besides, I met his wife once. You'll get along with them great, I am sure. I have a feeling you all have a lot in common."

Steve smiled and gave me a hug. "I know. I just like to tease," he said, as he cupped an ample portion of my ass.

'Mmm,' I thought. This resort idea was already paying off. I left Steve and Tiffany, and went to find my laptop to book the trip. I didn't want to give anyone any time to have second thoughts. As soon as I entered in all the information and clicked done, I got another surge of excitement.

Then a bit of worry crept in. Now that it was real, the need to be purely positive about this plan to counteract Steve of Tiffany's objections was gone, leaving me to contend with Steve's worries for real. Would he be OK if Tiffany decided to strip down and be nude on the beach? Tiffany had grown into a gorgeous girl. She was fit, tall, and had a great body. Any man would be drawn to her, so no doubt he'd already confronted that when they were on the cruise. I hadn't thought of it before, but I wondered how he would have dealt with sharing a room with her on the cruise and her potentially bringing back hook-ups. Anytime we spoke about the cruise, they were both very hazy on the details.

And what of Tiffany? I realized I had less of a worry there. Steve was a handsome man with a gorgeous cock. If he decided to be nude, he'd be a great example of what a man could look like. My own father was nothing much to look at. A bit sloppy and generally rough around the edges, especially compared to my beauty queen of a mother. But I still remember the first time I caught him and my mom in the act; the sight of his fat, powerful cock made me happy - and by the sounds of it, clearly made my mom happy too. 'So this is a man. And this is how a man can treat a woman,' I had thought to myself.

I put my worries away and went to find Tiffany and Steve and let them know I had booked the ticket. I found them on the couch next to each other in what looked like an intense conversation. Both their faces were a bit flushed, and they looked startled by my sudden appearance.

"Everything OK?" I asked.

"Yea, mom. Dad was just... ummm, a little hesitant still about the trip. And I was still feeling bad about making you feel neglected."

"That's ok, darling. I am glad you are taking it so seriously. It means a lot." I turned to Steve. "Well the tickets are booked, so there's no backing out now," I laughed. "Somehow you are going to have to get used to being around at least two beautiful, bare ladies!" I joked. Tiffany roared with laughter and Steve just turned even more red than before.

That night I made sure to help him relieve some of that tension. A good fucking always did Steve good when he was stressed about something. I surprised him by sneaking into bed wearing Tiffany's old volleyball uniform. We had teased around with stuff like that in the past, but it had been a while. It did the trick, as seeing me in the uniform seemed to send him into a craze.

I sat on the edge of the bed with a coquettish look on my face. "Hi big man. I saw you watching so intently from the stands. You must be such a fan of girls volleyball," I said in character.

He closed the door behind him and smiled. Without missing a beat, he replied, "Oh yea. I am a real big, big fan. Especially of you."

"Is that right? And what does an old man like you enjoy about young girls playing volleyball."

"Oh there's so much," he said as he moved closer to the bed. He was already unbuttoning his shirt. "First of all there's the uniform." He took my hand and had me get up from the bed, forcing me to do a little twirl.

He ran his hands along my tight ass. "It accentuates all the right bits." He continued to twirl me until I was facing him. He let his hand slide up my jersey to find my naked breasts. He was clearly pleased. "Oh, what's this? Is this regulation?"

"No, sir. I got rid of that tight sports bra. Too constraining. Are you mad?"

"Far from it," he said as he cupped my tit and gave my nipple a little squeeze.

While my body was still very tight for my age, I did worry about my modest breasts sagging. But I knew they were still very perky for their size. I bit my lip as he pinched and turned my nipples. "What else do you like about volleyball?"

He pulled me close and let his hand slide into the tight shorts and snake its way over my ass until it found my wet spot. "In truth, I come for the grunts." As he said this he deftly inserted a finger into my pussy, making me give a deep moan. He kissed me deep as he massaged my insides. I felt myself nearly melt into him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Through moans, I was able to say, "Oh, you must be such a dirty old man. Getting hard while all the young girls grunt and sweat in front of you. You are old enough to be my dad."

He shoved another finger into me causing me to lose my balance. I held his neck tight. "You don't seem to mind, little girl."

As much as it pained me, I pushed him back and onto the bed. I felt like an animal as I tore his pants off of him. His cock shot into the air. "Let me show you what this little girl can do."

I stripped off my tight volleyball shorts, aware of how the fabric momentarily stuck to my sopping wet pussy. I straddled Steve and lowered myself onto his shaft. A deep fulfilling feeling encompassed me as he filled me up with his big dick. I wasted no time in starting to bounce on his cock. I knew he loved the uniform, so I kept it on, feeling thankful though that this didn't stop him from reaching under to fondle my tits.

Steve flipped me over and bent me onto my knees. "Yes, daddy. Fuck me," I said without thinking. It was just what came to me in the moment. Images of my father fucking my mother with his meaty cock, then startlingly one of Steve and Tiffany on the couch flashed into my mind. I worried that Steve would be taken out of the moment, but I was dead wrong.

"Yea, baby. You want this?" he said as he put himself deep into me. As if a man possessed, Steve gripped my ass and fucked me hard and deep. Lost in the passion of our play, it took no time to cum hard, followed by him filling me up with his seed.

As I lay in bed, Steve softy snoozing post-fuck next to me, I began to realize that maybe I was the one who actually needed the stress relief. There was a lot riding on this trip for my family, but truthfully mostly for me. I needed this to work and bring us all together. My only hope would be that we could all come out of our shells at this resort. I mean, nudity? All together? I hoped it would be fine.

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The shuttle from the airport took a windy path through a secluded jungle dotted with enormous palm trees. I sat with Steve who was unusually quiet, staring out the window and looking nervous. I was about to tell him to relax when I realized I had been clenching my hands to the armrests on the seat. I was nervous too apparently! Among us three, Tiffany was the only one whose jitters were more due to excitement than anxiety.

Prior to coming, I tried to give her some talks to make sure she felt ok about the clothing optional aspect of the resort, and to know that she could do whatever she wanted. Surprisingly, Tiffany each time showed she needed none of my easing. "It'll be fine, mom. I'm not worried. I think the trip is a great idea," she remarked the last time I tired to talk to her.

Soon the jungle began to clear and gradually open to reveal a beautiful resort set against a backdrop of impossibly sparkling water. The building itself was exactly what you might expect from a luxury resort - pristine white walls, lush greenery and tasteful fountains or other water features to remind you this isn't the dead, dreary city you came from. This place is alive and vibrant.

The shuttle stopped and we stumbled out awkwardly. The beauty of the place was only a momentary distraction from the nerves that were building up. We were actually doing this. In no time, we'd have our first signs that this was either a great idea, or a disaster. I looked to Steve and Tiffany to gauge their reactions. Steve seemed preoccupied with helping the bellhop with our luggage while Tiffany was taking in the sights and scanning around with a smile. So far, so good. As I looked at her, I noticed her eyes fix on something and a look of amusement cross her face. I walked to her and followed her gaze.

"Hey hon, what's up?," I started to ask as I followed her eye-line. I didn't need a response though. As if hand-picked by the resort to advertise the beautiful sites you could see, a man and woman, stark nude, were making their way our of their room and toward the lobby area. He was tall and tan, with a light dusting of hair on his toned chest. Between his legs hung a beautiful specimen of a cock. Even from this distance you could see that he was hung and cut. He held hands with a brunette girl who seemed to spend just as much time in the sun as he, and with a body to match his big dick. Her ass stood our prominently, with thick thighs that met up at a smooth stomach. Each step gave her soft parts a little jiggle right up to her natural tits that sagged just enough to give you the impression that they would be a ton of fun to play with.

'Ton of fun to play with?' What the fuck was I thinking already. I was ogling a couple right next to my daughter. "Oh!" is all I could get out.

Tiffany laughed. "Oh, indeed. Mom, did you see the size of..."

"Size of what," Steve interrupted, finally making his way to us after getting the bags situated.

"Dad, check out this g--," Tiffany started with excitement in her voice.

"Nothing, honey. Just taking in this beautiful resort," I said in a rush and pointing to a large fountain. "Ready to head to check in?" I knew Steve had his worries about coming here as a family and I didn't want to overwhelm him right off the bat. Best he not be confronted with giant cocks and thick thighs yet.

Tiffany just smiled at me, amused by my nervousness.

"Yup, they have our bags headed there now," he said, finally looking around. To my relief he smiled. "Wow, this place is gorgeous. The pictures online really couldn't do it enough justice."

To my horror, the nude couple walked right in front of him. Oh, jeez. I got ready my excuses and defenses, but he just turned to Tiffany and I, eyes wide. "Wow," he said. "Did you get a look at those two! I wonder if everyone here is as much an eye full as those two." His tone was light and relaxed.

I laughed a bit, and Tiffany chimed in, "I hope so! That guy put any of the college guys to shame."

Steve smiled at our daughter's raunchy joke and just continued down the lobby to the front desk.

I let Steve handle the check in with the very pretty receptionist, while I surveyed the lobby. The resort was absolutely stunning which was no surprise given the cost. Despite it being a functioning lobby, it gave the impression that you were still outside as some areas looked to have no walls at all. The purpose, I assumed, was to afford as many ocean views as they could get away with. The water glistened in the near distance and almost pulled me to it.

"Wow," Tiffany said, standing right by me. "Mom, this place looks like heaven." I smiled and put my arm around her waist.

"It's beautiful isn't it. I feel really lucky to be here with you and your dad."

"Me too, mom. Thanks for pushing this. I've felt bad you weren't able to come on the cruise last year, so this is kind of like a make-up for that."

I loved her so much. "That's just how I think of it. I want use to be as close as possible."

"All set," Steve said as he walked up followed by a tall, dark skinned boy, who couldn't have been older than 19, wheeling our luggage.

"Right this way," he offered as he showed us the way to the rooms. We past a few people along the way, all completely nude. They nodded to us as we walked by in a friendly way. Could they sense my nervousness or something? I was being overly sensitive. This is just a friendly place and everyone is just welcoming of fellow non-judgmental folks.

I sighed. So it was truly official. We were at a nude resort.

The porter stopped in front of a massive double door. "Here is your suite. You had submitted your thumbprints when you booked so you can simply press your thumb to the pad and it will let you into your room. All expenses are covered already, so please make sure you want for nothing. We are all here to service you."

When he said this he looked from me to Tiffany with a small, more than just courteous, smile on his face.

"Thanks!" Steve said, seemingly oblivious to the double entendre. The porter opened the door onto the massive, well appointed two-bedroom suite. The living room in the middle separated the two bedrooms and held a large couch and a small coffee and snack area. The back wall was a solid window that gave a gorgeous view of greenery, the pool and ocean. Each room was identical, with a king bed, excellent view of its own, and half bathroom. Just off the living room was another bathroom, but this one with a gigantic glass shower.

Steve stepped behind me and ran his hands down my arms as we both looked over the room. "Wow, babe. I'm so glad your friend talked you into this place. Look at this room!"

We got settled in and agreed to get changed so we could head out to the beach. Steve had on just some basic swim trunks. He said that since we would be taking them off anyway, he didn't want to bother getting anything nice. Typical man.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do yet, so I made an effort to be a little sexy. I stripped down and put on the swimsuit I bought just for this occasion.

"Wow, honey. You are stretching the optional part of 'clothing-optional' for sure."

I laughed and looked in the mirror. I had put on a dark green bikini top that showed off a modest amount of my breasts, but the real showstopper was the matching g-string bikini. The fabric did little to cover my pussy and was just enough to conceal the tiny strip of red hair I leave at the top. In the back, the string disappeared completely into my pert ass.

First glancing toward the door to check if our daughter was coming, Steve closed the distance between us and traced his hand down the string until he circled all the way back around to my sex. "Mmm, I can't wait to see you out there in this."

I nuzzled my head into his chest. "Are you sure? I mean, don't you think people will think I'm a stick in the mud for wearing even this to the beach?"

"Not at all, baby. You'll be the hottest one there." He looked serious for a second. "Listen, I know you need this trip to go well and think there's some gulf between us. I am happy to reassure you with this trip, but I promise we are ok."

My eyes teared a bit. "Are we? Because I don't feel it like I think I should. It just feels like something is different since the cruise."

Steve's face stiffened a bit. "I know. I'll talk to Tiffany about it and maybe if we told you more of our experiences on the cruise, you'll get that everything is OK. More than OK."

I smiled. "I'd love that. But maybe this trip can be the new 'life-changing vacation' experience to replace the cruise. We'll just do whatever you did there, here with all three of us!" I said, joking a bit.

Steve got another look on his face, this time one that seemed pleased with the idea. "I've been meaning to talk to you about exactly that. I think that's a great idea."

"What's a great idea?" Tiffany interrupted from the doorway. "Mom! Look at you! Very sexy!"

All I could do was laugh when I saw her though. "Me? Honey, I think you take the cake here." Sure enough, Tiffany skipped a step and was completely nude. She walked to me to give me a hug then pulled back to look down at my bikini. "I wish I had inherited my tits from you too." She reached up and gave them a playful squeeze, to which I gave her a little slap on the hands. A couple minutes in and she had grabbed my tits and I had felt her bare chest against mine. Is this what was supposed to make us close?

"Are you really going to grab your mom's breasts while standing there completely nude?" I chided her. Looking back though, I did recall that joking and even playful gropes were a part of our relationship in the past and it felt good to have a reminder of that closeness again. This was the same... just naked.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Great!" she said.

"I mean, with the fact that you are naked with us right now. It's not weird?"

"Not in the least, mom," she said with her voice full of reassurance. "Everything is great. Look, dad's even fine."

I looked to Steve who was smiling at Tiffany. He wasn't dropping dead from shock or trying to shield his eyes. He just seemed like any dad looking proudly over his daughter. I guess he had worked out whatever hesitancy he had when I first mentioned this place. It's almost like we switched places.

"Let's head to the beach!" I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

We left the room, and just as we were going to exit the lobby and get to the pool area, Tiffany stopped short. "Oh, I wanted to check the front for what activities and stuff they have going on."

"Alright," I said. "I'm getting a bit anxious to get down to the water. John said he and his family should already be here by now and to meet us on the beach the first day. Can you handle that on your own?"

"Yes, mom," Tiffany replied in the voice of an annoyed teenager.

"You go ahead, honey," Steve said. "I'll grab some sunscreen from the shop and make sure we have enough towels."

'Splitting up already?' I thought to myself. "OK, sounds good," is all I could muster.

I walked through the pool area and again had to admire the beauty of this place. The pool was enormous, with a swim up bar, and plenty of beautiful and not so beautiful bodies spread throughout. I laughed to myself as I walked by one woman who was spread eagle on a lounger as if trying to tan every inch of her front. I wondered to myself if I even wanted to get to the level of comfort where letting strangers basically see INTO my body was going to be no big deal.

I became aware of a few men looking in my direction, giving smiles and nods that seemed more than just welcoming. Part of me enjoyed the attention, but another spoiling part assumed it was because I was still wearing clothes while they were stark nude.

The pool was set a bit higher than the beach, so I took a few steps down before my feet were in the sand. Of course, the sand was perfect. Everything here seemed to be. Not course at all, it felt almost like velvet on the feet as I walked through. I could feel its heat radiating pleasantly through my soles as I scanned the beach for John. I think he had said they usually set up shop closer to the hotel since the kids liked to go from beach to pool.

Sure enough, I spotted Diane, John's wife, in one of the nearby loungers.

"Hey Diane," I offered as I set our stuff down next to theirs. I was very, very aware of how out in the open her beautiful, slender body was. I'd barely met her at some parties and here I was now doing my best not to stare at her tits. I knew it was going to be a losing battle.

"Hi Suzy!" she said with excitement as she got up and gave me a hug hello. She made no effort to avoid mashing her breasts into me as she enveloped me in a tight squeeze. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a brief flurry of beach attendants setting up several loungers for my family.

"You made it. To be honest, I wasn't sure if you would have come. It's a lot, isn't it?" Diane said sympathetically.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, someone gets it. "It is! Thank you for saying that. Steve and Tiffany are acting like it is no big deal at all and I am losing my mind." I looked at the single lounger next to her. "And where's the family?"

Diane smiled. "Oh, John and Lily couldn't make it. She had a some college stuff to take care of so it's just Jason and me."

"Oh, that's too bad. He had talked up what a great family experience it was last time."

"And it was," she said. "That's why Jason and I are back, regardless of whether everyone could come. But John is already researching the sister resorts to this one in other parts of the world. It's getting so these are the only vacations we even want to take!"

I laughed. "Wow, you are really selling it. I hope it works the same for us. What I complained about to John hasn't changed a bit. I don't know how much he explained my situation to you, but Steve and Tiffany are thick have been thick as thieves and I've been feeling like the odd one out."

As if to prove my point, Steve and Tiffany walked up at that moment and joined us. There they were, side by side, and to my surprise, both were now completely nude. I guess Steve didn't need to warm up a bit before jumping all in to the experience. Just another thing that sets me apart from them. I thought of what we must all look like. Here were three people completely confident in themselves and embracing their nudity, standing next to a sad lady whose idea of risk is wearing a g-string bikini. I might as well be fully clothed.

Steve stood there proudly, with none of the self-consciousness I assumed (and maybe counted on) him possessing when first starting out. His broad shoulders and lightly tanned skin was very sexy as it glistened in the sun. I knew that as he spent more time outside, the light dusting of chest hair would turn from brown to gold. His body was fit, but not muscular. A man his age only had so much time to dedicate to fitness. He was a hot-dad for sure. Then there was his cock. I loved this man's cock. It showed thick and long even when he was soft. And now it was dangling there for all to see.

Tiffany, was of course gorgeous as always. Even in my sadness I could still be happy that my girl had grown up to be such a confident beauty. Her body was long and sexy, toned from all the sports and effort over the years. Her breasts stood proud and firm on her chest, more than a generous handful each. Her skin was clear and white, but not pale. The kind that took on a nice golden hue if given the chance in the sun. And between those long legs, was a pretty little slit with not a hair in sight. I realized I had no idea if my daughter waxed or shaved.

"Diane, I don't know if you remember my husband Steve. And this is my daughter Tiffany."

Diane rose and gave them each a hug, again not bothering to keep any space between her body and my family's. There was no way that Steve's dick didn't just make contact with her naked skin.

"Clearly, they've worked out any nerves they might have had about the resort and are embracing the lifestyle," I said, not bothering to hide my insecurity.

Steve realized his mistake quickly. "Oh, honey. I'm sorry. I should have realized it would be better for all of us to wade into it all together. I guess we were just too nervous and excited to think straight," he said apologetically. "I can go back and get our suits if you want."

Sweet man. "No, no. It's fine. I'll get there eventually... Maybe."

"Well, I, for one, think your suit is very nice. Very sexy. That string just disappears right up there! And those tits! I'd say yours might even be the hotter choice!" Diane offered.

"That is really sweet of you to say. Though should I really be going for hotter?" A little voice inside me answered 'Always,' to that. That was the inner me that couldn't just be a naturist who enjoyed the freedom of nudity. That part would always find nudity sexy. I needed to get the focus off of me for now. "So where is Jason?"

Diane pointed vaguely to the water. "He's cruising the beach, I'm sure. Last time he was here he met a lot of girls his age and I think he's hoping to get lucky again."

I involuntarily raised an eyebrow at her use of the phrase 'get lucky.'

Diane saw and laughed. "Get lucky in meeting some people he gets along with, I mean." she laughed heartily at the confusion. Then shrugged. "But hey. Whatever happens here is all fair game! It's best to think of this like a different world where you can let go of anything you thought you knew about yourself at home. So if he gets lucky, like lucky-lucky, good for him."

I smiled at her. I guess I had assumed the same for Tiffany on the cruise. Young kids just want to get it on!

"There he is," she said suddenly, pointing to a young man in the distance walking in our general direction. She looked to Tiffany. "Want to go say hi? I am sure he'll be happy to meet someone from back home."

Tiffany gave Steve and I a look, and we nodded. "Ok, great," she said and made her way toward him. There goes my girl, naked as the day she was born walking to meet another naked almost-stranger. Totally normal stuff!

I patted Steve's arm as we both watched her go. "She'll be fine," he said in reassurance. "She's not such a little girl anymore."

"I can see that, and I guess so can you," I said with a laugh as we were staring at her shapely ass making its way down the beach.

I took the sunscreen from the bag and began to spray myself all over. I wanted a tan, but didn't want to burn my first day at the resort. I handed it to Steve so he could do the same. As I rubbed in the lotion and stared out on the literal sea of naked people around me, I couldn't help but feel a little aroused. I reached behind me and spent maybe a little longer than I usually would rubbing the lotion into my ass.

"Here, I can help," I heard Diane offer from behind me.

The next thing I knew I could feel her delicate hands rubbing the lotion into my back.

"I always hate getting burnt in the places I assumed I got but actually couldn't reach," she said.

Her hands felt wonderful as she was doing more of a massage than a straight forward application of sunscreen. At this moment Steve turned to us as he was rubbing lotion in on his own body. His eyes widen a bit and I could only imagine the scene. He was watching his wife in a tiny bikini behind massaged by a beautiful naked woman.

I felt Diane's body press against mine as she snaked her arms to my front and put her head on my shoulder in kind of a friendly back hug. "Need some help too, Steve?"

"Uh, yea actually," he said. Rather than give it to her though, he dutifully handed me the lotion.

'Ha', I thought. He was terrified I'd get the wrong idea. But you know what, fuck it. I might be a little shy to strip down in front of my daughter, but I'm no square. It's not like we haven't been the sharing kind before.

"Diane, I think my hands just got a little sandy. Can you help Steve?"

"Sure thing!" she said with unmissable enthusiasm. Steve shot me a confused look, then smiled a bit.

We'd been together for a long time, and he knew I was no square. The shit we used to get up to before Tiffany was born would probably blow the minds of kids these days.

I wiped the non-existent sand from my hands and had a seat on the lounger to watch the show. Diane rubbed lotion into Steve's broad back and gave him the same massage treatment she gave me. As I ignored the moans of relaxed pleasure coming from my husband, I untied my bikini top and let it loose. Topless I could do. No big deal. Families did it all the time in Europe. I took a deep breath in of the ocean air and enjoyed the breeze that blew across my freed breasts.

When Steve and Diane turned around they immediately noticed the change.

"Woohoo!" cheered Diane. "Now you are getting into the spirit of things. To be honest, I was somewhat the same when we first came here. Could you believe we had no idea it was a clothing-optional resort when we booked! Let me tell you, it took me a bit to take my suit off at the beach."

Steve gave me a proud smile and sat in the lounger next to me, probably praying I didn't notice the minor chub he got from Diane's attention.

Diane and I chatted to get to know each other better while Steve mainly just people watched. The attendants brought up delicious tropical drinks that were heavy on the alcohol and did the job of relaxing me while Diane sold me further on the resort. She told me how in the past her family was close but that her kids fought all the time. Within a day of being here though they were all closer than ever. She all but promised the same for me.

At some point Steve felt the call of the water and ventured off, leaving us alone.

Diane watched him walk off with a smile. "That's quite the man you have there."

Jeez she was forward. "Thank you. I happen to agree," I said while giving a little toast with my margarita.

"Suzy, I know this might be a bit forward. And I know it's a little weird because you work with my husband, but I want to make sure you have your eyes open to everything. I didn't have that luxury when I came in to this place because we had no clue what we were getting into. No need for you to have to be surprised."

"Diane, you are worrying me a bit."

She brightened. "Oh, no. It's nothing bad. I actually think it's the best part of this place. Here, look over there." She pointed a little down the beach toward a man and a woman lying nude in the sun getting deep tans. "Notice anything?"

"Those two? I guess I notice they haven't been that diligent in using their sunscre..." I cut myself off as my eyes adjusted to the bright sun a bit more. While they were laying there, in broad view of everyone, the man was leisurely rubbing the woman's clit.

"Is he...?"

"Yup," she then pointed at another couple, "And there too." The new pair featured a woman getting slowly fucked from behind by her older male partner. It was more comical than sexy as his huge belly seemed to almost rest on her tiny back with each thrust. This was all happening about ten feet away from what seemed to be a family of four on the beach blanket next to theirs.

"In front of the kids!" I cried.

"Well, technically adults. They don't let the younger one's in, clearly."

I could only stare out and begin to notice that dotted amongst the regular beach goers were other people having a bit too much fun.

I shot a look back at Diane. "This is where John told me to come to! A sex resort?!"

Diane laughed. "No, no. It's not a sex resort. I swear you are going through the same rollercoaster I went through." She reached over and stroked my arm reassuringly. We barely knew each other but it did help a bit. Despite all the craziness I'd just seen, here was a fellow sane person telling me it'd be OK. "Just try to think of it as an any 'all things go' type of place. There are plenty who come to just enjoy the amazing beach and attentive staff. Some who come to sunbathe without the worry for tan lines. And then some who..." Instead of finishing she just nodded her head in the direction of a man standing and receiving what seemed like an incredible blowjob from a muscular stud.

"Take your pick of the vacation you want to have. Anything goes without judgement here."

Sure enough, despite all the sexy depravity going on, there was no gross leering crowd, no cries of protest. Everyone was just minding their own business and enjoying the beach as they liked.

I looked over to Diane. "And you guys are cool with your kids being here? Oh god. Tiffany is out there right now. Who knows what she has come across."

Diane smiled. "I know. It was jarring at first. But to answer your question, yes. We are ok with the kids being here. That's part of what helped us grow. We had to start respecting them as adults who could handle big decisions. It helped them mature a lot. And it helped us trust that we raised them with good values that would help them make good decisions. I'm telling you, it was all fine. Everyone just chooses what to do, and we found that the kids never chose poorly."

Diane was making sense. I did trust Tiffany a great deal. She was a smart girl with a solid head on her shoulders. "I guess Tiffany has been to college already and probably been exposed to way more than any of this."

Diane smiled at how I was coming along. "Exactly. We had our wild times back in the day, but kids these days see everything 10 times harder and twice as early. They can handle it."

Just then an attendant appeared to top off our drinks.

"Plenty of these help with loosening up as well," Diane joked.

I was already feeling it a bit and didn't hesitate to get a little more personal. "So did you and John ever... you know," I said gesturing to a couple enjoying each other.

She smiled and took a sip. "You could say we dabbled here and there." She looked out thoughtfully and pointed to a distinct spot near the water. "As a matter of fact, I remember one night we dabbled riiiight there."

We both laughed heartily at her joke.

"You're bad, Diane! I had no idea John had this in his back pocket the whole time."

"Oh, Suzy. My new best friend. You have no idea." She held up her glass and toasted. Then she winked, "But if you wanted to know... you probably could. Just saying."

I shot her a scandalized look. "Diane! Wait, are you guys open?"

Suzy smiled. "Kind of, I guess. We had threesomes in the past but that stopped for a bit before coming here. Maybe that's the takeaway from this place for us. We just don't get hung up on anything like that anymore. Whatever goes, goes." She reached over and touched my shoulder gently while looking me in the eye. "And with whoever it goes, it goes."

My mind was reeling with all the new information. I was no prude, but had never thought of my coworker of many years as this open-minded. Just then I noticed Tiffany walking back to our area with Jason. They were talking casually like they had been friends forever. From here, they looked like a handsome pair even. After my talk with Diane, I felt a little less guilty about taking a moment to check him out. He was tall and strong, with a cute face. The kind of face that told you immediately that he was an easy going guy. Most importantly, he was packing a healthy cock that swung freely between his legs as he walked. He looked like a very, very healthy young man. The tingle between my legs was not a total surprise.

"Wait, so while you and John were... dabbling... were the kids...?"

"Dabbling as well? Oh yea. A couple of horned up teenagers seeing a place of free sex and liberal booze. They dabbled a plenty. But like I said, they were safe and smart in their choices. They were just free to express themselves naturally. I'm telling you it paid off. At home everything is so much easier. The kids don't fight. They are doing great in school. We are all really really happy. Everything is out in the open you could say."

I didn't say ask anything else as I just let the new information digest. Steve and Tiffany were already so nonplussed by everything here that if I suddenly dropped the hammer and was limiting their experience, I'd only be driven further away.

"Hi, mom!" Tiffany exclaimed. "You did it!" she said, obviously referring to my now topless state.

"She sure did!" Suzy said encouragingly. "And Suzy, this is my son Jason."

"Hi, and welcome!" he said, offering his hand to shake and giving my chest a once over.

"Thank you," I said as I took his hand.

"I like your bikini," he said, gesturing to my thong. "Green is your color for sure."

I blushed. "Well, thank you," I said. "I know it makes me stand out, but I'm not quite ready to let it go just yet."

"Standing out isn't such a bad thing," he said as he obviously was looking me over. "It made me notice you right away after all."

My blush deepened. Who was this kid?

"Ok, OK. You can stop flirting now, Jason. Give Suzy some time to settle before you try and take her to bed," Diane interjected.

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He was really cute and his dick did look tempting... I let my mind chase that unrealistic fantasy down a bit.

"I'm headed to the pool to relax at the bar there, mom. Hopefully I'll see you again too," he said to me. Tiffany raised her eyebrows a bit at that.

'Ha,' I thought. Don't count me out, little girl. I still got it.

Tiffany chortled at his sloppy flirting.

"I'll join you, baby," she said before turning to us. "You'll have to excuse us. Maybe we can all meet later for dinner or something. We are in 201. Don't be a stranger."

I smiled back. "Thank you, I'll try."

Tiffany took Diane's lounger and we watched them walk off, hand in hand, to the pool.

"He seems nice," I said.

"Yea, he's really nice. He told me a bit more about this place and some of the cool stuff that goes on." She smiled. "Seemed like he was especially nice to you, mom. Would dad give you a hall pass?"

I raised an eyebrow at her and knew she was baiting me. So I pushed right back. "And whose to say he wouldn't just want to join?"

"Mom! But yes, I guess I shouldn't have assumed."

"So...." I said with both eyebrows raised now. "He told you what goes on here?" Over Tiffany's shoulder I could see that the men had switched places, and the muscle-bound one was getting head now.

"Yea. He mentioned there are concerts sometimes and fun competitions."

"Oh. That," I said with obvious relief in my voice. "That sounds nice."

"Yea, for sure." She then lowered her voice. "Hey, mom? Have you noticed all the fucking?"

I nearly choked on my margarita. "Sweety!" I wiped my chin with my hand.

Tiffany laughed a bit. I assumed she did that on purpose. "Apparently this place is kind of a free for all. You can do whatever here."

I tensed up. "Are you OK?"

Tiffany laughed. "Totally fine, mom. I hope you can sit back and relax a bit. Everything will be fine." She leaned back and lifted her chin to lessen the shadows as she tanned. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Oh my little beauty was all grown up.

I felt some of the progress I made with Diane float away. I tried to take my daughter's advice and relax but the tension remained.

After a few minutes, Tiffany turned her head to me and frowned. "Mom, this was your idea, but I can totally tell you aren't relaxed at all," Tiffany said with real concern in her voice.

I let out a heavy sigh. "I know sweetie. I just thought it would be a lot easier than it actually turned out to be."

I was glad I could be honest with her. She was right. This was my idea but somehow seeing Steve and Tiffany relatively OK with this so quickly has made my own stress even worse. I didn't expect to be the prude! I'm supposed to be the cool one.

I looked over at my gorgeous daughter, admiring her. Such a ray of light she was, smiling at me and trying to comfort me. "I just am surprised at how you, and especially your dad, are so... calm about taking all this in," I admitted.

Tiffany's smile widened suddenly. "Dad? Let me tell you. He spent some time up in the topless section of the boat when we went on the cruise. He didn't admit it, but I'm pretty sure he was there for more than just the quiet."

I laughed, knowing she was right. That man loved his tits. I didn't love that my daughter knew that though.

"I know!" she said. "Let's take one of those classes they have. It'll get you away from this beach and maybe a smaller space will be good for you. I saw they were doing a photography class, so I am sure it will be in some kind of studio. And you loved to take pictures before I was born from what you've told me."

"I don't know. You think it's a good idea?" I was hesitant but with no real objection in mind. No move felt like the right one. "What about your father?" I said, thinking of the first objection I could.

We both looked over to Steve who was tossing a Frisbee around with what seemed like a family of beautiful tall Swedes. I could see from here he had a half chub and I couldn't blame him. The girls in that family looked straight out of a magazine -- Their long limbs and lithe bodies stretched while their perky tits bounced trying to catch the Frisbee.

Tiffany laughed. "He'll be fine. Looks like he found another family to adopt him for the afternoon."

I laughed at the sight of my husband getting a little thrill from the other family. I sighed and relented to my daughter. I called out to Steve and just gave him a wave to let him know Tiffany and I were leaving the beach. He just gave a grin and wave back, then resumed his focus on the would-be models.

As we got up, I made a move to put the towel back over my shoulders as a discrete way to cover up, but paused. Tiffany was looking at me with one eyebrow raised, as if asking 'and what do you think you are doing?'

I stood tall, towel in hand and grinned at her. Challenge accepted. We walked back toward the lobby with her completely nude and me with just my thong. I did my best to ignore the nervous shouts in my mind telling me to cover up and to avoid being seen by all the leering men. Tiffany almost seemed to strut, with every step sending a ripple through her taut body but making her ass and tits bounce. I caught many men checking her out and had a bit of pride as her mom. To my surprise, more than one of those pairs of eyes seemed to be focused on me. Rather than shy from the leering, I found I actually liked it.

I suppose I had something to help me stand up well in comparison to my beautiful daughter. While her body was slim everywhere but her ass, I could boast a good pair of tits. Steve loved when I would straddle him and he could gather my breasts in his hand and suck and nip at me. My breasts were perfect for dresses and bikinis, though always made the garments more expensive. Just as I was able to for the first time this trip revel in the attention I was getting, Tiffany reached over and grabbed my hand to pull me along.

"Come, mom. It's this way."

I let her lead me inside and past what looked like conference rooms until we got to the studio room. One side had a table with several digital cameras and on the other had several stools set out, I assumed for the models. I had taken some art classes in college that featured nude models, so I knew I could handle whatever came through the door.

I looked around and saw that the class had only a couple of other participants already in the room. One pair of participants seemed to be a gay couple. They were both tall and handsome but of very different body shapes. Almost comically opposite. The blond one was tall and slender while the other was short and a bit stout. It was not as if he was slovenly, but sturdy with a rounded belly that almost seemed more firm than saggy. I had to admit that both men were sporting sizable cocks.

Next to them was another couple but this time a man and a woman-- or should I say girl? While he was in his 50s she seemed to be in her 20s or maybe even 18. She was young enough to be his daughter. The man had a fit body with a slight hint of a paunch, as if he had a past of working out but wasn't as diligent anymore. His shoulders were broad and chest and arms had some definition. The girl was a petite beauty. Her brown hair seemed to be lightened by the sun, causing natural highlights that complimented her sun kissed skin. She had nice handfuls for breasts and a little perky ass that her partner had no hesitancy in cupping when she was near him.

I am not sure what overtook me, but I became lost for a second in an image of him plunging his long cock into her petite frame, disappearing deep into her as she rode on top of him. This place was making me way too horny-minded.

"OK, let's begin," called what I assumed was the studio's teacher.

I snapped out of it and saw Tiffany looking over at me with a sly smile on her face, causing me to blush. She teased me and raised her eyebrows mouthing out 'she's tiny!' with a mock shocked expression. She then came and sidled next to me, putting her arm around my waist in an affectionate way.

We turned our attention to the teacher who was a man in his 50s, short grayish hair, a slender body, and carried himself with a gentle and somewhat effeminate air.

"Hello all, and welcome to erotic nude photography. My name is Paul and I have been coordinating the creative activities at this resort for many years."

My heart skipped a beat for a moment. Did he say 'erotic nude photography?' So it wouldn't just be some static nude model, but something... a bit more? I side eyed Tiffany to see if she had a reaction but she seemed unfazed.

"We have a few more people than I usually like so we will split into two groups to photograph our models. It is meant to be an 'intimate' experience after all. I know you might want to switch between models to get the most out of your experience, but we just don't have the time." He smiled a bit. "But in the past, I've been told that those that felt like they missed out had luck in inviting the models back to their rooms for a more... private shoot. Unofficial of course!" Paul gave a little giggle at the suggestive implications.

"Now, let me look you over and pick your models," he announced and immediately started scanning us over with a critical eye. I shot Tiffany another worried look. We were the models? "I apologize in advance as the models won't have a chance to take pictures today, but there is always tomorrow."

Paul continued, now circling our group like a hungry vulture, examining each part of us. "Yes, I see some beautiful bodies here. Hmm. This may cause some ruffles. You dear," he said as he took the hand of the young girl I had been staring at before. "Please sit here." He led her to the stool and she sat down obediently. Her tiny frame barely took up the whole stool seat. I looked over at her partner who was smiling encouragingly at her. "And you, miss," Paul said as he took the hand of an older woman with gray hair that looked like she could have been the girl's grandmother." The older woman and young girl smiled at each other and looked to be making brief introductions.

Paul turned his attention back to the rest of us. "Hmmm," he said as if contemplating something with immense importance. "Yes, yes. This is right." He walked over to a young man I had not noticed before. He looked to be about 28 years old and while very handsome, his standout feature was his incredible body. He was already nude and his figure was popping with muscles. It was clear he took great pride in his body. His strong chest sported a dark geometric tattoo over one side. My gaze following his abs and v-lines down to a nice cut dick, hanging low despite its flaccid state.

Paul gave him a smile and took his hand to lead him to the stool, and the boy gave no objection. "You'll do very well," he said with a flirtatious tone. I looked over at Tiffany who for the first time showed some reaction. She clearly was happy with this model choice. She smiled back at me, excited to shoot him.

"And," Paul said suddenly, "You." I followed Paul's gaze as it settled on Tiffany, and he went to grab her hand as well. I stood stunned as Tiffany gave no resistance and offered herself up as a model. I mean, of course. My girl was beautiful and deserved to be photographed a million times. But, here? Now? With this crowd? With ME!?

Paul ushered Tiffany to the low stool and had her have a seat. When she sat and turned toward me, she gave me an excited, eyes-wide look, as if she was ecstatic to have been picked. She looked to her right at the male model and introduced herself. I could tell she was trying hard not to stare at his impressive penis, which was difficult given it was just above her eye level. I overheard him introduce himself as Martin. They both seemed to relax and fall into an easy conversation. I was stunned. More and more I am seeing how unabashedly brave my girl was. Did she not hear the 'erotic' part of the description? Did she not realize her mom would be taking that erotic photo?

I tried to shake it off. I was nervous and being more stuck up than I had anticipated. The point of me coming to the class was to loosen up. I made a promise to myself to just go with the flow. We are all consenting adults. Whatever happened, happened. And would ultimately make us closer as a family. Right?

"Ok," Paul announced, "Those that are remaining go ahead and pick up a camera from the back and choose your model."

We did as we asked and I made my way to Tiffany and Martin. Of course, the young girl's partner chose her, as did the gay couple. They were cooing over the young girl and seemed excited about the chance to take her picture.

Paul was near us. "Perfect. You'll have a much better experience as their sole photographer. You get all the control," he said with a wink. "Of course, it is always a good idea to let your models react to each other naturally as well."

He turned his attention to the whole group. "You may begin when ready. The photos we take today will remain on our private server and be destroyed after five days. We want you all to feel free to open up as much as possible without worries that others will see. Now go, go. I will help where I can. Remember, erotic photography is about intimacy and arousal! Don't be afraid to be provocative." He then turned to Martin with a smile. "And you. If you need a little 'fluff,' I would be happy to accommodate."

Martin smiled back. "I'll let you know, but I think Tiffany here is enough to keep me at attention," he said putting his hand on my daughter's bare back. I saw a little jolt of excitement hit Tiffany at his touch. Martin then turned his attention to me and gave me a beautiful smile. "I'm Martin, by the way. I figured I should introduce myself before we get started." He began to step over and put his hand out, and as his did, so I couldn't help but stare down at his wonderful cock. It swayed a bit and up close I could see that he was either naturally hairless or, more likely, he waxed.

I must have been staring and not answering for too long, because Tiffany broke the silence. "Sorry. This is my mom, Suzy. She's still getting used to all the nudity and I think a little overwhelmed."

I blushed a bit and shook Martin's hand. My goodness, he was handsome. As he turned to step back to Tiffany I got a look at his muscular ass and enjoyed how even at a casual walk, the muscles in his thighs shown through. 'A man cut from marble,' I thought to myself. For a moment I wished I was the one that was posing with him. I would have loved to run my hands over that body.

"Nice to meet you both. I get it. It's a lot to get used to, but that's incredible that you are here. Especially in this class. I don't know that many parents who are so sex positive they'd take an erotic photography class with their kid," Martin offered.

Tiffany butted in before I could reply. "Oh yea, that's my mom. She may be a bit shy, but she knows what's good for me. She's always made it clear," she said while staring daggers into my eyes, "that she would never get in the way of me exploring all that life has to offer."

I got the hint, I think. Tiffany was into this guy and afraid I'd get in the way of them somehow. Despite my stress, I had to smile a bit. I was proud of my girl. She wanted something and would go for it. It wasn't that long ago that I too was wild and young. I still had some internal hesitations though. Erotic pictures of my daughter?

"A good mom who also happens to be incredibly sexy. I must have the devil's luck to have been paired with you two today," Martin offered.

I couldn't help but blush at the stud's compliment. Some of my doubts started to vanish beneath a need to not disappoint him and lose that approval.

"OK fellow artists. Shoot away," Paul announced. "I'll make my rounds and try to offer some helpful suggestions. There's no shortage of room on those memory cards, so don't hold back."

"So what should we do, mom?" Tiffany asked.

"Well, I guess, just stay seated and Martin why don't you stand next to her. There, yes." I raised the camera to my eye and felt a bit more relaxed staring at them through the viewfinder.

I shot a few pictures. "Ok, how about a smile... now a serious look," I directed. After a minute or so, I noticed that they were looking a bit bored.

"Mom? Isn't there something more you would like from us?" Tiffany encouraged.

I frowned and looked at the little preview of the photos I had taken so far. There was Martin standing like the god he was. And there was Tiffany being as pretty as ever. Her hair looked nice and as much as I felt guilty noticing in this context, her body was incredible. Her athleticism shone through with the nice lighting in this makeshift studio and her breasts were so perky and perfect. Sitting on the stool also let her show off how long and nice her legs were. To my eyes, I'd done pretty well to capture how sexy they were.

Then I looked over to see the other group. The older woman and younger girl were standing together, bodies pressed against each other, and were kissing passionately as the photographers moved around them to capture differently angles.

I suddenly became aware of Paul, who had crept up to stand right beside me. He whispered to me, "Come on. You can do better than this, no?"

"I just don't know what to do to make it better," I said. I was genuinely feeling a defeated.

Paul stood behind me, hands on my shoulders and head close to mine, making it so we were both looking at them. I could feel his long, flaccid dick rest against my ass. "Look at them. You are shooting them as beautiful. Yes. But they are both incredibly sexy creatures. They belong together. Entwined and languid. Not stiff and distant. Make them explore," he encouraged as he ran his hands down my arms. After a pause he offered, "start with him seated and imagine you are her. Tell her to explore him just as you would want to. Her hands are your hands. Her body is your body. Experience him through her and capture that. That will be erotic, not just sexy or pretty."

The feeling of his soft hands caressing my arms and the seductiveness of his whispers gave me a small tingle in my pussy. I was sure I wasn't his type, but he was still inspiring. "Ok, I'll try," I said back as I lifted the camera to my eye.

"Tiffany, why don't you switch with Martin. Go ahead and stand behind him, as he sits upright in the stool." Tiffany smiled in my direction, maybe hoping I would kick it up a bit. Martin sat upright on the stool in perfect posture. His chest and arms so muscular. He put one foot on the floor with another on the stool's lower rest. The bend in his leg showed off the fitness of his calves and thighs. 'Imagine her hands are my hands,' I thought.

"Tiff, go ahead and run your hands slowly down his chest, then up his arms. Look to me and then to him as you do. Martin, you just look straight ahead." Tiffany wasted no time in running her hands over Martin's sculpted, perfect body. I clicked away and she caressed his strong pecs. She leaned over, letting her hair come down a bit over his shoulder and her breasts graze his body as she explored him. Her own arms were fit with slender muscle which paired nicely with his bulk. My own tingling got more intense as I could almost feel him against me as well.

"Now bring your arm down to rest on his thigh as you lean in to bring your face close to his. And Martin, turn as if to kiss, but pull just back." They did as I commanded, and I knew her body would be pressed hard against his back as she leaned over him. While her breasts weren't large, they still gave a little peek of side-boob from behind him. The shot looked almost as if she were going to overtake him from behind. "Now Tiffany, come forward and put one foot up on the stool between his... yes, between his legs and look back at me." She did so, and his face was obstructed by her body., giving me a view of her perfect ass. "Martin, go ahead and bring one arm up to her..." Was I really going to do it? Yes, it is what I'd want. "Up to her breast, and the other to reach around and caress her butt."

The frame was sexy and beautiful. You couldn't see his hand on her breast, but the movement implied it. He would have a very close up, unobstructed view of her shaved slit. I imagined that the bend in her leg on the stool would open her a bit, revealing some delicious pink folds. "Now honey, look back at me. Good. And Martin, go ahead and explore. Do what seems right and I'll see what shots I get."

Martin moved his arms, but what he was doing I could not tell. Tiffany's face took on a serious then sultry tone, and she raised her hands as if to caress his hair. Martin explored my daughter's ass with his hand, then ran them down her thighs a bit. I tried to capture as much as I could as they got into their exploration. Martin seemed to really be getting into exploring her body. Who could blame him? Tiffany was by far the sexiest girl in this class. I imagined their bodies would be aching for each other. Maybe I should break the momentum to cool them off a bit.

"OK, switch," I directed.

"Wait," Tiffany said. "I want to try a few poses if thats ok?"

"Sure," I said. I think we were getting into a groove. Tiffany turned her body to face me and I could see she was a bit of flush with desire. She spread her legs a bit, showing off a pussy that looked ready to fuck, then bent forward. This allowed Martin's head to appear in frame from behind her. He naturally rested his hands on her ass. A little arty, but I guess that's what we were all about today.

Then she surprised me by sitting down directly on his lap. I could only imagine that his cock was either inside my girl or pressed tightly between his body and her ample ass. His face registered a bit of surprise, then a smile as he continued to let his hands roam over her. She did her best to give sultry and serious looks, but was clearly gyrating her hips and getting off a bit. She was giving him a lapdance right in front of me. I could only imagine the feeling of his cock against my own skin and had to resist the urge to touch myself.

Tiffany smiled a bit before standing up. "OK, now I'm ready to switch."

Martin stood and unashamedly revealed his gigantic stiff cock. Tiffany's efforts had definitely had an effect on him. I gasped at the sight of it. He was massive, and his cock was even nicer than my husband's. Tiffany sat in the stool and Martin stood next to her, looking to me with an innocent smile. "What would you like?" he asked.

'What would I like?' It was off to the races now. My pussy was well soaked and I was no longer in control of my choices, or at least the part of me that worried about anything beyond the moment was no longer in control. I'll tell him exactly what I'd like. I raised the camera and started shooting.

"Go ahead and stand next to Tiffany. Good. Now Tiff, run your hands along his body slowly. Yes, baby. Feel that strong muscle under your fingers and reach around to grab his ass." She did as I asked, happily, and groped the male model. Her delicate hands traced every nook and cranny of that bodies muscle.

"Now, hold his shaft and cup his balls while looking him in the eye," I kept shooting and ignored the quick surprised look she gave me.

"Yes, mommy," is all she could say as she reached up to do as I asked.

"Really feel that thick shaft and give it some slow strokes. Don't lose eye contact baby. Make him feel good and let him know it's all you want. You want him to feel every stroke. Now Martin, grab her hair and give it a little tug. As if to say, 'don't you look away!'"

He did as he was asked with no question and Tiffany gave a little yelp but never stopped stroking. Her breathing grew more rapid and she shifted in the stool. I knew she was getting turned on and I tried to capture it all. I felt like I was both in the camera and sitting where she was. I wished I could touch myself. So instead...

"Now let go of his balls and touch yourself," I commanded. Tiffany moved her hands down to cup and squeeze one of her breasts before spreading her legs and starting to rub herself. They were such a hot pair I knew the pictures would be incredible. I lightly held the idea in mind of showing the pictures to ger father, but I pushed the thought away. I wasn't ready to deal with that thought yet.

"Martin, go ahead and push yourself into her mouth. And Tiffany, you need to let him guide you. Take everything he gives you." Martin moved my baby's head so that it made slight contact with his dick. Tiffany kept rubbing herself as she gave some tentative licks to the head of his cock, then down his shaft. I could almost taste him myself. With a little shock I realized that I wished I could taste both of them. She was my daughter sure, but look at her go. She exuded sex and caught in the moment as I was I wanted to be there with her.

When Tiffany reached the tip of his dick again Martin moved her so she had no choice but to take his head into her mouth. I zoomed into to see her snake her tongue around the head and heard Martin moan. I angled up to capture some of the ecstasy registering on his face. I zoomed out just enough to watch my daughter give excellent head to this god of a man. His entire body was tense from excitement as she bobbed her head on his hot shaft and when he bent to grope at her tits, he showed off the incredible back muscles.

I could feel the the phantom groping of his hands on my own chest and was unbearably horny now. Where was Steve when I needed him? I needed to suck a dick and get fucked badly. I looked forward to the feeling of warm cum on my face. I needed, so again I made it happen.

"Tiffany, shift your body and put your hands behind you, so your back is arched. Good, just hold on to the stool." Her pretty tits stood out firm. "Now Martin, go ahead and hold on to her head with that one hand, and use her face as you like until you cum."

They both looked over at me in surprise. Tiffany turned only slightly as she still had his dick in her mouth.

"Ma'am?" Martin offered.

Oh, no. The timid mom is gone. Now they'll see what's underneath. "Yea heard me. Listen to your director. Her hands will stay behind her and you can use her as you like. Make sure to use that hand to hold her steady, so you don't block the shot." I heard how harsh that might sound to those not into rough play. "Is that OK Tiffany?"

Tiffany nodded her head. She is my daughter after all. "Good girl. Now go ahead Martin."

He needed no further probing. He held her head firm and thrust his hips forward and back. I snapped away as he worked himself up to a steady rhythm. I took close-ups of the tears starting to well in Tiffany's eyes from the effort. Martin apparently liked to make her deep throat. When he pulled out after a round, she gasped and drooled a bit before lifting her head, as if to ask for another round. He kept up his rhythm until the intensity of his moans told me all I needed to know.

"Martin, go ahead and pull out and cum on her face. I think it'll make for a really sexy shot," I said, trying and failing to keep my voice steady. I was nearly breathless from the way my insides were tense. I wanted relief so badly.

This time there were no questions. Tiffany tilted her head back and opened wide, like a practiced slut. College must have taught her so many things already. Martin only needed a few more strokes before he rewarded me with excellent shots of cum streaming through the air and plastering my daughter's perfect face. I must have taken a hundred pictures of her reaction of surprise, then delight, then hunger as she whipped her tongue around her mouth to take in his seed. I wished I could be right there, licking the cum off her face then moving down to finish her off too. I wished there was someone servicing me as I focused on thr pictures. Maybe I should invite Martin back to the room for my own private session. Steve may even want to join. Oh, I was in such aching need.

I put down my camera to look at my daughter and Martin staring intently into each other's eyes. Suddenly my view seemed to widen and I became aware of the rest of the room. Everyone else, including Paul, were watching us, completely engrossed in our little scene. Paul clapped his hands together and embraced me in a hug. I could feel his hard dick press against me as he did so.

"Wow! That was incredible. I had a feeling you weren't such a shy girl afterall. Here," he reached over and grabbed the camera from my hand. "I need to get this downloaded ASAP. You are going to want these images," he said with a wink.

I didn't know what to say. I had completely become engrossed in the hot scene between Tiffany and Martin that I forgot where I was. The knot in my stomach reminded me of how horny I still felt though. I looked over to where Tiffany had been but she was gone. As was Martin. Good in a way. If they were still there I am not sure if I would have held back.

The older woman who had been a model for the other group approached with a huge smile. "That was amazing! I wish you could have shot me! Maybe you can later," she said with a smile.

I laughed, but was a bit confused. "Maybe. Hey, did you see where my models went?"

"Oh yea," she replied, laughing. "They sped out of here immediately. I'm not sure if she even wiped her face off. I'm guessing she needed to find some corner to have him finish her off. She looked in NEED, if you know what I mean."

I did. I completely understood. Without another word, I left the room in search of my husband. I needed something too.