An adult stories – Chapter 01: Cleaning Day by jimplx,jimplx Cleaning House
The first warm day of the year. The windows were open to exchange the fresh air from outside with the inside. The front blinds were closed because the sun was coming from that side and also because Becky was doing some light housecleaning nude. The cool breeze felt wonderfully relaxing. The back of the house was quite private, so the windows were wide open allowing a nice view of the backyard and drifting clouds.
Being nude was not unusual. She and her husband, Tom, were casual naturists before children. They often went to clothing optional beaches for relaxation. Of course, their close contact on the beach and seeing the other naked bodies resulted in wonderful sex once they got home. If the beach was deserted and there was no risk of offending others, they would often play around, edging themselves towards an orgasm. Edging was their favorite game because it made the apres-beach sex so much better
After Samantha and Jack were born, the chances to go to nude beaches dropped and their “normal lives” took over. While neither one of them felt social nudity was wrong, there were several reasons they did not bring up Sam and Jack as naturists. They wanted their children to be able to talk to friends about vacations and invite friends along; they wanted to go to regular family places like Disney World; and they did not want the children to say anything to their friends about having a nude vacation.
The last point was the real issue. They were concerned that some of their less open-minded friends would consider them perverted if they exposed their children to naked adults.
The family was pretty traditional by being dressed around each other all of the time. In fact, the children were not seen naked by others in the family and the children had not seen their parents naked.
Jack is 18 and is a senior in high school. Sam is 19 and attends the state University near their home.
Today was cleaning day, but unfortunately, Tom was away on business. If he was home, and the children were out, both Tom and Becky would probably be naked doing chores. They would take occasional timeouts for adult fun and games. In recent cleaning days, there were frequent timeouts and productivity suffered, but the marriage thrived.
Becky figured that even though Tom was not home, she could still take timeouts. She would just need to do the fun and game part alone. Yes, it was still morning, but no one was around, so Becky opened a bottle of Chenin Blanc. Reduced inhibitions were part of the game.
Becky had made significant progress in the game. She had an edging session after 30 minutes, then one at 20, and a couple more. She had to pace herself. The breaks were becoming more frequent and her pent-up desire had built considerably. She wanted this to last so that her late afternoon orgasm would be that much stronger. But she was thinking, “I am ready for a strong one now and then have another in the late afternoon. It will probably be strong enough.” Before she could act on it though, the front door chimed. “Darn, this had better be good.”
Becky pulled on some loose shorts and a white shirt. It was Cheryl. If she was going to give up her nudity and her orgasm for anyone, Cheryl was a good choice. Becky had been thinking of getting Cheryl to become a naturist, maybe when it is just the two of them with no kids and no men. She was a good enough friend that she might have the conversation without any blowback. “It is kind of hard just to weave into social chit-chat, though.” Thought Becky.
Cheryl asked “Tom is away, right? I was wondering if you were bored and wanted some company?”
Becky replied “I was just housecleaning, that is as boring as it gets. Would you share my bottle of wine?”
“It might be a bit early, but this seems to be the perfect morning to get relaxed and have a nice talk. Wine is far better choice than a pot of joe.”
Cheryl noticed Becky was braless, which is normal for housecleaning when alone. After a few sips of wine, Cheryl felt a lot more relaxed and her mind started to wander. Cheryl observed, “I can definitely see Becky’s dark areola showing through the thin shirt and she has pokies going on. When she moves, her tits sway back and forth, kind of an unintentionally sexy look. That shirt makes her look almost topless. It would be nice to be topless right now, this bra is annoying. I will bet we can be topless today. We have never been, but she is open minded and we are good friends. This wine is certainly getting to me. Be careful.”
Cheryl then noticed the loose-fitting shorts. Whenever Becky shifted position on the sofa, Cheryl expected to see panties, but didn’t. Instead, she thought she was seeing pubic hair. This led to more idle curiosity, “Why am I looking up Becky’s pants legs anyway? That is pretty kinky for a straight woman. I am not attracted to Becky sexually. But now that it seems she is not waring panties, I am curious about what Becky’s pussy looks like. This is kind of a man thing, right? Undressing a woman in my mind. It is just curiosity, but it is intriguing and naughty. Kind of a kick. Must be the wine. I hope Becky has not noticed me looking at her that way.”
Becky noticed Cheryl’s woolgathering and thought “Cheryl is looking at my nipples. They’re stiff from my sexual excitement and the breeze. This thin cotton shirt lets my color show, too. She has seen me braless in this shirt countless times and she has never looked at me like this before. I kind of wonder why?” Her thoughts shifted, “Can I shift our chit-chat to being socially naked together? Let’s see what happens if I tease her. I will shake boobs back and forth to enhance the natural jiggle. If she gets annoyed, I can explain I was teasing. She is a good sport. She will forgive me.” Becky jiggled.
Becky observed “Cheryl definitely noticed the bounce and sway. She was focused on my nipples. She is also looking at my shorts. I bet she has noticed I am not wearing panties. I will readjust my shorts so she will know for sure.” Acting like her shorts were bunching up, she pulled up at the crotch in a way that clearly showed her pubic hair.
Cheryl definitely noticed, “Yep, no panties. I wonder if she has been cleaning naked? It would be nice to be naked. I miss social nudity.”
Cheryl asked “I put on a bra this morning to walk through the neighborhood, but I noticed you were not wearing one. Would you mind if I take it off?”
“Of course not. It is just us girls. Feel free.”
Cheryl removed her shirt, unsnapped the bra, and dropped it on the loveseat. She gave a relaxed sigh as if the bra was a huge burden. Mostly she was just enjoying having them free. As she picked up her shirt, Becky said impulsively, “We really do not need the shirts. I was just doing housework.”
“Oh. Do you usually do housework topless?”
“Well, no.” Then took the offered opportunity by casually saying “Usually nude.”
“If you are alone, why not? I like being naked, myself. Bill and I are closet naturists.”
“We have been friends for three years and now I find out that we have yet one more thing in common. Tom and I are not ‘closeted,’ just unable to practice very often. Housework in the nude is one of our erotic pleasures.”
At that, Becky unbuttoned her shirt and peeled off her shorts. As Cheryl took off her shorts and started on her panties she said “I was wondering why I did not see any panties earlier,” instantly regretting how that probably sounded. “Probably the wine” she thought.
Becky grabbed the empty bottle and said “Let me get another.” Coming back with the new one, and a big grin, she joked “Checking out my pussy, huh?”
Embarrassed, Cheryl fumbled with her words a bit and just explained “I did not see panties and was just a bit surprised. Now I understand.” A bit chagrined she said “Sorry.”
“No problem. Feel free to look.” The big grin and accepting tone set Cheryl at ease. Going along with it, Cheryl took a long look at Becky’s pubes and gave a satisfied grin to Becky. They sat down. Becky folded her right leg under herself and left leg on the floor. With Becky’s labia minora on clear display, Cheryl again made an exaggerated display of looking. While she meant it to be a continuation of the joke, she was also getting a bit turned on by being able to see the clitoral hood. If she was not mistaken, the clitoris seemed to be a bit erect and slightly visible, too. What was going on with noticing such details? “Probably the damn wine.”
The women enjoyed more small talk about kids, family vacation plans, and such. Becky noticed that Cheryl continued to take glances at Becky’s crotch. Becky also realized that the circumstances: unexpected social nudity, joking about pussies, and Cheryl’s looks, were starting to renew her excitement. She was not totally surprised. After all, she had been edging all morning and she had planned on a nice rub. What was surprising is this was not Tom. It is another woman, a friend. Becky thought “I really need to get off. Cheryl is such a great friend; it would be lovely to just casually rub one off while we chatted. A nice, casual, mutual rub would be the best.”
Her curiosity piqued by Cheryl’s looks; Becky kept her clit exposed. Cheryl continued to look. Mostly she gave side-long glances, but sometimes it appeared she wanted to see detail and looked noticeably longer. Becky found she was really enjoying being casually looked at. The looks were not the wolfishly sexual looks a man would use, but just curious in a feminine way. Becky was now seriously wet. She was concerned this could go sideways if she was not careful. She did not want to lose a good friend, but she was curious as to how far this could go. Damn the wine and her horniness.
Cheryl came back to the prior conversation with “Do you and Tom always clean in the nude?”
“Yes, whenever we are alone. We really should wear clothes when trying to clean house, though.”
“Why is that?”
“We are not as productive naked.” Becky gave a sly grin and a little downward look.
“Ah, yes, your erotic pleasure. I need to use that at our house. It really sounds enjoyable. Okay, ‘enjoyable’ is an understatement.”
With that, Cheryl again looked at Becky’s pussy. “I have to be going.”
“Why? I am really enjoying sitting here, drinking wine, and talking. I had forgotten how relaxing social nudity can be.”
“It is all that. Nude, sex talk, and the wine is having an effect.” Cheryl was becoming flushed with her veiled admission of being turned-on.
“I get it. I have had the same issue, myself.” She paused. If things were going to go sideways, this was it. “And you know,” grinning a comical grin, trying to get the joke back again, “I like having you look at my pussy. Can you see my clit?”
Cheryl adopted the joking tone with “I think so.” She silently thanked Becky for the come on.
“I thought you might be able to. I wasn’t sure. Like it? I do.”
“I really do not know why, but yea, it is nice to see. It just seems comfortable sitting, drinking, chatting, and, casually looking at your pussy. No pressure, nothing awkward, no artificial modesty. I’ll bet if Tom was here, there would be more than looking.”
“That’s for sure.”
“I’ll bet you planned on taking care of that until I arrived.” Becky was not sure how to answer, so she didn’t.
Cheryl thought she read that non-answer perfectly. It was time for a small risk. “Since I got to see yours, here is mine.” Folding her left leg under, putting her right leg on the floor, she spread her knees. Using her left fingers, she spread her lips. Reaching down with her right forefinger, she rubbed across her sloppily wet hole for moisture and rubbed the clit. “Need to make sure mine is erect, too. It is.” There was no need for the rubbing, she already knew her clit was as hard as it ever gets. She then placed her right hand on her thigh, keeping the left in place.
Becky was at a difficult crossroads, but she thought Cheryl made a deliberate invitation, if not, this thing might go badly. Becky said “Please continue.”
“Right, funny.”
“I know you were joking around about it, and planning to finish at home. But seriously, it is not a secret that I need it, too. It is a private thing, so I can go to my bedroom.”
“You are serious about us both doing it in your house?”
“The suggestion was spur-of-the-moment, but now that I said it out loud I think I can. Let me see if I can do what you did.” Becky reached to her clit and rubbed a half-dozen times. The excitement was intense. She closed her eyes for a second and rocked her head back and then looked at Cheryl. Her face showed that if she had not stopped she would have come.
Cheryl was also turned on with her own rub, the talk of open sex, and Becky’s show. With a heavy breath and a slight judder in her voice she said “Yes, please continue.”
Becky looked back with a question on her face. Cheryl nodded assent; all joking gone from her face.
Now that the opportunity was here, Becky was suddenly concerned about doing it in front of her friend, but she only hesitated for a second. With a shrug that said “what the hell,” she moved her right hand back into place and drove towards the orgasm that she had been working on all day. One minute and she was way over the clouds. While the long “edging” sessions with Tom often matched it, no masturbation session beat this one.
After she recovered, Becky asked with sincere concern, “Are you alright about this?”
Without answering verbally, Cheryl started in on her own clit. She moved her forefinger around the nub, often using the thumb for counter-pressure. Yes, she thought, “I really want to go through with this.” It did not take long, maybe two minutes, and her orgasm overwhelmed her. Arching her back, closing her eyes, straightening her legs, curling her toes, and finally squeezing both hands between her thighs. All of the verbal and visual foreplay conspired to make this one of the most intense orgasms she ever had without a cock. She cried out loudly. Two minutes rest and she opened her eyes and returned a hugely erotic grin to Becky.
Cheryl said “I am glad I did not run home or make you go to the bedroom. I guess we are not just good friends, but great friends with benefits. I am sure we need to think about what went on here, but I liked it.”
Both women were now sitting up, side-by-side and gave each other a huge hug. Becky moved her mouth towards Cheryl slightly and hesitated. Cheryl moved forward to meet her with a little lip-to-lip kiss. They looked at other a bit and allowed their lips to linger. Cheryl touched Becky’s lips with her tongue and Becky responded by touching the tip of Cheryl’s tongue with her own. The opened their lips to let the tongue play continue a bit longer. The sexual tension was intensifying.
Becky broke the tension a bit by leaning back and saying “About us both being naturists. Maybe the four of us should take a naturist vacation together.”
“I would like that. I expect Bill would go for it, too.”
“I am sure Tom will go for it. I expect you noticed him staring at your tits the last time we were at your place. He has a fantasy about what you look like naked.”
“Yes, he looked at me carefully.”
Becky interrupted with “Stared.”
“Okay, stared, but, I really did not mind. I had a pokie thing going on, too. Bill looked at my tits, too, you know, and at yours.”
“He sure did. I enjoyed Bill’s attention to my tits, too. I was tempted to flash him, but didn’t think it would go over too well. Should I rethink that?”
As if she was telling a secret, Cheryl whispered “Bill told me to make sure I was dressed in the same way for Tom next time. It got him excited that Tom was turned on by my exposure. We made good whoopy that night. Showing my bare boobs to Tom may be better whoopy.”
“So, Bill wants you to show your tits to Tom. I would like you to do that. Other than worrying about how they take the staring, I am fine with him looking at your breasts. I think we had good whoopy that night, too. I guess I owe you one.”
“Showing your tits to Bill will pay off that debt. He really has a thing for your tits, just like Tom, with mine.” Adopting a slightly jokey tone, again, Cheryl continued “I obviously had one for your tits, too. I loved the pokies, the transparency of your shirt and the way your tits swayed and jiggled. Thanks for letting me overcome my fantasy by getting naked. I love your tits. Your pussy is nice, too.”
“Back at ya girlfriend. I was so horny when you came in, I was wondering how to get you naked in a social setting someday. Today was my lucky day.”
Cheryl said “So, did that get rid of your horniness? After all this talk, I am ready for another go, gently, this time.”
“I am ready and would love to, but I think it should wait. Samantha’s last Friday class is over. She will be home any minute. Having her walk into an overtly lesbian sex act might be inappropriate. I will hold you to a replay soon, though. Sorry, but we need to get covered until we get Sam’s okay to be naked. I am not ready for her to know of our recently acquired benefits.”
Sam
Thank goodness it was a short day. She was getting horny. Typical for her and certainly not surprising. Being a normal 19-year-old, she was constantly horny. It was worse in this class because it was the last class of the week. After this if she needed relief, it would be easy to achieve. To top it off, the class was boring. The professor simply taught the book. He did not explain anything, did not extrapolate. Sam had heard this when she signed up for the class, so in the slower first week of the term she read the book through and did some self-study to understand it. Now she skimmed the appropriate section of the book before the lecture and did some cursory review before tests. As a result, his boring lectures caused her mind to wander and it usually wandered to sex.
She thought that maybe she would go to the restroom and rub one out after class. No, she hated that. There were always other women around, so she needed to be quiet. Of course, there was always a remote chance a classmate would hear and join in. She just assumed they were all as horny as she was. She sometimes heard other women getting off in the restroom, which was definitely a turn on. She sometimes did herself at the same time, making noises that the other person would understand. Such events were rare, as none of the women wanted to be outed for jilling in the toilet. The embarrassment could seriously hurt one’s image throughout college.
As far as sexual release was concerned, this was a tough day. She had planned to get off before leaving for school, as usual, but she woke late and had to rush out. She did get in a quick rub, but did not have time to finish. That might have caused more damage than help; she started the day horny and turned on. After her first class she did try in the restroom, but just as she began to rub a large group of women came in. With all the talking and toilets flushing, and trying to be quiet, it was impossible to get into a groove and gave up.
A better choice was the pond. She really liked being outside. She ruled out the pond because it would take a while to get there and if anyone else were there she would still need to go home, delaying her much-needed relief.
As soon as class ended, she would go home, try to side-step her mom’s chit-chat, go to her room, shut the door, strip off, and have a long, luxurious rub. “If mom wants to chat, maybe I should just tell her I need to get off.” She thought humorously to herself. “Since dad is not home, I’ll bet she does herself regularly. It would be fun to get off with another woman.” She ended her daydream with “Yea, right. We have not talked about sex, nor have we seen each other naked.”
Class ended. In the car she did unsnap her jeans, push her hand into her panties, teased her clit for a minute, and drove home. She could have gotten off there, but she did not want an uncomfortable quicky. The risk of discovery was a double-edged sword. It definitely increased her libido, but getting outed for getting off in public would be very bad. It was the weekend. She wanted quality time with herself.
Sam’s First Day with Cheryl
Becky and Cheryl put on their shirts and shorts a few minutes before Sam walked in.
Sam saw Cheryl was here. She liked Cheryl, but she also realized there would be no side-stepping the girl-talk. She so wanted to get off, but the delay was inevitable.
Sam noticed a familiar odor in the air. She looked at her mother and Cheryl. They looked like the married women that they were, and no different from how they normally looked, other than being braless. Nothing odd about that for a casual conversation between women on a nice day. She then saw the cleaning stuff. Maybe the musky odor came from that.
Both mothers were sitting on the sofa, so Sam took the loveseat. They went through the usual pleasantries “good to see you, Sam,” “same to you Mrs. Bree,” “how was your day” “good, and yours?”
Sam said “I see you have been cleaning.” She then noticed that there was a bra and panties on the loveseat. She had done family laundry enough times to know they were not her mother’s. “Mrs. Bree was helping you cleaning topless?”
Becky was a little startled and then realized the bra was left on the loveseat, so she said, “Yes, we were topless. No, Cheryl was not cleaning. We just thought the day was too good to wear shirts.” After a brief pause, she asked with feigned concern, “Are you shocked?”
Sam answered matter-of-factly “Of course not. You are both adults, you can run around nude if you want.” As she said that she held the panties up. “I am a bit warm after walking around campus all morning. Do you mind if I join you?” Both women were speechless. They were outed, but in a very pleasant way.
Sam proceeded to pull her t-shirt over her head and unsnapped and discarded her bra. This is the first time her mom and Cheryl had seen her breasts. Sam thought “This is less awkward than I thought it would be. Mom seems to be puzzled about seeing my tits. Let’s leave them on display for her. Cheryl, on the other hand, is kind of mesmerized, almost like boys do when they first see them.”
Her mother had so many conflicting thoughts running through her head that she did not move for a good 10 seconds.
Sam said “Mom, you can look at me.”
Her mom replied “I am not sure about this.”
“Why not? We are all women. None of us are lesbians. I figure you would want to see how your daughter turned out as an adult.”
Becky looked at Sam’s tits. “Yes, you are all grown up.” Becky continued to look and liked what she saw. The medium-sized breasts and small nipples were much how she looked at that age. Firm with little sag. Nipples pointed straight out. Very nice. She gave her daughter a proud smile.
Sam went to her mom to give her a kiss on the cheek, but her mom turned and they kissed on the mouth. Sam smiled at that and said “I really do want you to look at me, mom, it warms me inside. You, too, Cheryl.”
Sam knew Cheryl did not need the invitation, much to Sam’s pleasure and to her mom’s confusion.
Sam sat down and asked “Sorry, mom. It just seemed so nice to get naked with you guys. Did I go overboard?”
Her mom answered “No, you are just fine, I do want you to feel free to be naked when you want in this house and when around understanding people. Cheryl is certainly understanding. It was just so sudden. Please be naked. Yes, I want you to be comfortably naked around the family. And, yes, I do want to see how my daughter looks as an adult.”
Sam stood up again and her mom’s confused look became a proud smile. She took a silly, kind of giddy, tone and said, “Look at all of me.” Sam then pushed her jeans and panties down in one motion and took a comical spin so they could see her back side, also.
After all the emotional confusion, what Becky settled on was relief. Mother-daughter modesty was over. Her own naturist ways could be discussed. She could get naked.
Cheryl was already naked. Becky made it three.
Sam added “If you ladies, do not mind, I am going to look at you both. I have not seen either of you naked that I can remember.”
Her mom said “Of course you can look at me.”
Cheryl said “Staring is perfectly fine with me. It makes me warm inside, too.”
Becky said “This is pleasant, but we will need to dress soon. Your brother will be coming home.”
Sam replied “No. He is taking Lisa to the basketball game, then burgers, then he is going over to Joe’s house for the night.”
Cheryl picked up her cell phone and texted Bill that they decided on a “girls’ night out” and to pick up dinner for himself. He replied “enjoy it!” “We are free,” she declared.
They finished the second bottle of wine and opened a third. Becky was drinking for the first time with her daughter. There was that other time when Sam was six and asked to taste wine. Becky gave her some knowing that it would taste awful and keep Sam from trying it again for a very long time. This was the first time Sam had tasted wine since then.
They ordered pizza and played backgammon. They gathered in the family room again, with Becky and Cheryl on the sofa and Sam on the loveseat.
Sam thought “Tonight has gone so well, and both of the other women seem so open, I could probably masturbate right now without causing much of a stir. I could blame it on ‘youthful indiscretion.’ No, I do not want to make them uncomfortable. I do need to get off.
“I could go to my room, but I do not want a forced quickie. They would know what I am doing anyway. It all just seems silly.”
Cheryl was still horny from when Becky stopped her from her second round. She could have gone into a bedroom and rubbed one out, but she did not want to stifle the party by being gone long enough to do it justice. Also, she was now spoiled. Having watched Becky exhibit herself, then watch Becky get off, and then diddle herself for Becky, she really wanted a replay. She obviously could not do a replay with Becky until Sam called it a night. That was common sense. However, common sense be damned. The little man in the canoe was winning the debate.
Cheryl did Becky’s trick. She tucked her left leg up, right foot on the floor. It was a normal position for a woman in pants, so maybe Sam would not think it unusual. Becky saw it for what it was and was seriously conflicted. Cheryl was either tempting Becky into a replay, which was silly with Sam here, or more likely, was trying to seduce her daughter right in front of her. Well, seduce was not the right term. It was “just” masturbation. But there was that post-orgasmic kiss that seemed to make it more.
Was Cheryl hoping for a replay while her daughter watched, or even participated? Was Becky jealous that her daughter might get off with her bestie? Was she trying to be unnecessarily protective? Was any of this incest? Too many choices.
The wine certainly reduced her ability to reason. She was horny beyond belief after this afternoon, seeing her daughter strip off without hesitation, and now seeing Cheryl’s inner labia. Let’s let it play out. We have time to stop egregious behavior later, right?
Sam noted Cheryl’s movement. It drew her attention to Cheryl’s pussy, which was totally exposed. Clearly, Cheryl was not concerned. She saw her mother had also seen it, but no shock registered there. Sam decided not to tell Cheryl she was exposed. Instead, she took a long look. She realized that the horniness was taking possession of her wine-weakened common sense. That knowledge should have made her stop looking, but it did not, Sam kept looking carefully. It kind of looked like her mom was giving downward glances. Her mom seemed to enjoy looking, also. Were the married women actually doing things this afternoon and not just talking? Was her mom bi? Images of Cheryl touching and kissing her mom increased her horniness.
Cheryl saw the look that Sam gave her pussy. Not annoyed, but curious. “This could work,” she thought.
Becky saw the look, too. “Oh, no, this could work.” She thought. Not really knowing why, and instead of saying anything, Becky also took a look at Cheryl’s pussy and adopted the mirror pose of right leg up, left foot on the floor.
Sam thought, “This seemed deliberately exhibitionist on mom’s part, so it may have been Cheryl’s intent also.” Sam’s lascivious thoughts started to take over.
Becky was still concerned, so before anyone did anything rash, she suggested a movie. By unanimous declaration, the women turned on “Like Water for Chocolate.” All of them had a good buzz from the wine and were enjoying the romantic film. In one scene, the heroine runs topless through the night. Both of the other women agreed when Sam said “we need to do that.”
Sam paused the movie and shouted “fire drill,” and all three dashed into the backyard.
They all acted like teenagers on their first skinny dip. They slapped each other’s asses and playfully grabbed at tits.
Sam snuck into a dark part of the yard amongst some trees and give her clit a quick rub. It felt exceptionally good, but she knew she could not stay hidden long enough for a good rub nor could she explain her recovery, if she completed, so she stopped.
Sam was not as sneaky as she thought. Becky and Cheryl saw her sneak off and peeked to see her getting in a good rub. Both women decided that was a good thing to do.
Becky was next to go in the dark place to get in a little diddle. As much as Cheryl wanted to join her, it did not seem prudent to let Sam know what had gone on that afternoon. She did watch, though.
Cheryl edged herself as the third masturteer.
Cheryl and Becky both acted as if they were being sneaky, but clearly wanted to be seen by Sam. Sam definitely saw them, confirming that they were all horny. Maybe something should be done about that.
Soon after, during a game of grab ass, Cheryl “accidentally” grabbed Sam’s pussy. It was seriously wet. Sam acted mildly shocked and Cheryl apologized profusely with “oops, wrong ass.” They both chuckled at the mistake, but it was a weak chuckle.
Sam said “Da nada, we are all friends here. It’s cool.”
Sam thought “That was not a mistake. She was feeling me up. She actually touched my clit! She knows I am just dripping. I really wanted to grab her hand and force her to finish me. But, that just might be my weakened judgment. Play it cool.”
The three had tired themselves out and went back to the film. After running around naked, the heroine jumps on the back of the hero’s horse. Cheryl commented “Oh boy, riding a horse naked… and bareback.” Sam and Cheryl laughed nervously at the obvious implication.
Cheryl thought “That does it. I cannot hold this pretext any longer. I’ll bet Sam is going to be okay with this. I just hope Becky is okay with her daughter being involved.” Cheryl just casually started stroking her clit. Her hand had already been in her lap, as it would be normally, so she did not overtly draw attention to what she was doing. She just extended a finger.
It did not matter. The other two women were so on edge and looking at each other’s bodies, they could not avoid seeing her do it. Neither one said anything, but both watched. They also saw each other watching. Sam decided this was the funky smell. Her mother and Cheryl had gotten off soon before she got home. This took her feeling of sexiness to a new level.
Sam was quite surprised that watching a woman get herself off could turn her on. Typically, masturbation was a perfunctory act to get rid of the hornies. Cheryl was clearly taking her time. She was giving pleasure and getting pleasure. She was clearly making love to herself. This was exactly what Sam wanted to do after class.
Sam wanted to start in, but she did not want to take away from the love act going on in front of her. She also did not feel comfortable doing it with her mother sitting right there. She may just go to her room once Cheryl finished.
Becky was seriously turned on by watching Cheryl, especially remembering this afternoon. Watching Sam watch Cheryl with the same turned on look on her face was priceless. Everyone wants to see their children get pleasure from the same things their parents like.
Was it time to stop this? Once Cheryl is done, the rest seems like incest. No, she was too turned on to take any action except to get herself off. She may feel differently tomorrow, but she really wanted her daughter to watch Cheryl with her. After Cheryl finishes, then what?
Cheryl took her dear, sweet time. She looked at this afternoon with her mind’s eye. She loved seeing the first reveal of Sam’s young, firm breasts and pussy. Watching Sam touching herself in the backyard was such an unexpected turn on. And then masturbating herself, knowing Becky would also do it and Sam would see both of them. Touching Sam’s clit and Sam saying it was okay. She now had both of them watching her make love to herself. All of this fed her feeling of peace, calm, and mounting excitement. Slow circles around the clit. Pressure from her thumb. An occasional shallow dip into her vagina for moisture. Ten minutes, at least, maybe longer. She had been panting and tightening various muscles for several minutes as her orgasm approach. She had a great climax with explosions, fireworks, and toe curls. She made quiet exclamations of pleasure. Her facial muscles contorted. She then took long slow breaths for recovery. A broad smile took up her whole face.
As she looked around, she realized she had a very appreciative audience still paying rapt attention.
Becky decided that, just as she enjoyed seeing her daughter’s adult body, she also wanted to see her make love to herself. Along with that, she wanted Sam to see her.
Becky had to go next. She knew Sam might be hesitant to do it in front of her mother, so if she went first, Sam would feel more comfortable doing it with her mother present. Besides, Becky was just too horny; she wanted immediate relief from the intense sexual desire fueled by watching her daughter become excited by Cheryl’s self-love. Becky’s face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. Just a few rubs of her clit and Becky went over the cliff. Becky then focused on her daughter. It was clear Sam watched her mother until orgasm, but then dove right in.
This was finally Sam’s time. Both women were watching with a look of love and anticipation. Gentle, encouraging smiles. This really felt right. This was better than hiding in her room. She now took the time to do it right, just as she planned to do. She did not rush herself but it still came quick. Several gentle cries of pleasure and the waves came over her. She could feel her muscles contract. Her right hand pushed hard against her mound, with her left on top for reinforcement. This very well could be her best self-induced orgasm ever.
They all relaxed in a shared post-orgasmic glow.
Sam asked, “Next time daddy is gone, can I help clean house?”
Becky answered “Right now I would love it. Let’s find out if I feel this way in the morning.”
After sharing their personal comments on the session, Becky said “After all this, I really do not want to be alone. Can we go to my bed?” Sam headed for her room, but her mom motioned with her head that she meant all of them. Cheryl texted her husband to explain there was too much wine and there was going to be lots more girl talk late into the night. She would just crash here. It was great to have such an understanding husband.
In Becky and Tom’s bed, Becky told Cheryl to get in the center. It just did not feel right to have mother and daughter next to each other.
All three were laying on their backs. Once Sam started rubbing her pussy, all were doing it until they all came, pretty much at the same time. Pecks on the lips between all of them and sleep came easily.
In the wee hours, Cheryl was having trouble sleeping, so she started in again. An orgasm usually brought sleep back to her. Sam’s right hand came to rest on top of Cheryl’s right. Cheryl was a little apprehensive when she asked “Do you want to do me?” Cheryl was not sure what to do if Sam said she did.
The question gave Becky immediate concern.
Sam answered “No, I just want to feel you do it. Feel how your fingers move.” So, Cheryl did it with Sam feeling her movements. It was almost better than being watched.
After Cheryl had her fourth orgasm of the day, mother and daughter started on themselves. Cheryl rested one hand on top of each of them. All felt a level of female companionship with the intimacy.
In the morning, Becky jumped out of bed. Jack would be home soon and Tom’s flight would come in the early afternoon. They had a quick breakfast and Cheryl was sent to her husband wearing all of her underwear. Becky stripped the bed and washed sheets to eliminate the three wet (more like soaked) spots. Sam opened windows to air out the room.