0 comments/ 389237 views/ 48 favorites Three Generations By: Tattletale I picked up my leave papers at the Personnel Office and headed for the bus station. After two years in the Coast Guard, I was taking a well-deserved thirty-day leave. If you had told me that by the time I returned to my ship I would have fucked both my mother and grandmother, I would have called you crazy, but you would have been right. It was wonderful to be home again. I missed everything about it. I missed my mother's beauty, charm and cooking. I missed my big, soft bed. I missed having the privacy to jack off whenever I felt like it. I missed the big color TV and being able to watch whatever I wanted to watch. Well, you get the idea. My mother Polly was smart, beautiful and successful. She was the weather girl at the biggest TV station in the city. She didn't know much about meteorology. She just read the scripts that the real meteorologists gave her. She was strictly eye candy, and she was tasty. Curly blond hair framed her angelic face. Her boss insisted that she wear low-cut dresses that showed off her ample tits. At every opportunity, she turned to show off her round ass. I'm sure that every time she was on the air, thousands of boys and men jacked off and got the weather forecast at the same time. Mom reached her goal of becoming an anchorwoman a short time after all of this happened. I never knew my father. Mom told me that he had been killed in the war. My grandparents, John and Hilda, lived on a farm a thousand miles away in the Midwest. I had spent much of my childhood on that farm, so when Mom suggested we go back for a nostalgic visit, I jumped at the chance. The next day we set out on our journey. Mom didn't like to drive long distances, so I did all of the driving. It was wonderful to see my grandparents again. They made such a fuss over me in the Coast Guard uniform that Mom had talked me into wearing for the reunion. John was a handsome man with dark, wavy hair and a brilliant smile. Hilda was an older version of my beautiful mother. Even though she was nearly sixty, she still turned more heads than a screwdriver. That evening we sat down to a magnificent country dinner. There were none of my mother's fancy sauces and French wines, only simple, well-prepared food. As we ate, we reminisced about old times. They wanted to know all about my experiences in the Coast Guard. There wasn't much to tell but I tried to make it interesting. My grandmother put me up in the guesthouse that had once been used as a bunkhouse for farm hands. Grandpa had sold off much of his land and could manage the farm by himself, so there was no longer a need for hands. Mom slept in her old room in the house. I could hardly sleep that first night because it was so quiet and I was so excited. I was unbearably horny from being around my beautiful mother and grandmother. I finally fell asleep after jacking off. Three days passed without incident. Grandpa showed me around the farm and boasted of his high crop yields. Grandma stuffed me with goodies at every opportunity. Her apple pie was to die for. But you don't want to hear about my grandmother's wonderful cooking. I know that you are impatient to get to the sex. One afternoon after lunch, I went to the guesthouse to take a nap. I was a little groggy after Grandma forced second helpings of everything on me. I awoke in mid-afternoon and decided to take a walk in the forest. It was peaceful and quiet under the tall oaks. The only sounds were the chirping of birds and the hum of the wind through the highest branches. Then I heard another sound that didn't fit in with the forest sounds. Thinking that it might be deer hunters, I approached cautiously. I didn't want to get shot by accident. The scene that I came upon was so shocking that it is burnt into my memory. I can visualize it with nearly perfect clarity. The three most important people in my life were naked in a small clearing. Mom was on all fours with Grandpa on his knees fucking her doggy-style. My pretty grandmother sat nearby with a big smile on her face and her fingers planted in her pussy. Grandpa was fucking Mom so hard that her knees came up off the ground with each thrust. Years of hard work and clean living had given him a body that most men half his age would envy. He grinned down at his daughter's beautiful ass as he pumped her pussy. Grandma stopped masturbating and made it a threesome. She knelt in front of Mom, who immediately began nursing on her big tits. I was too far away to hear what they were saying. When I was a boy, I had played Cowboys and Indians on that very spot. I had preferred to play the role of an Indian sneaking up on a cowboy. I was reminded of that as I stealthily crawled through the bushes until I was within earshot. "Damn, I had forgotten how nice and tight your pussy is, Honey," Grandpa said. "Oh, Daddy, please don't stop. Your big cock is driving me crazy." Grandma's eggplant-shaped tits were capped with big, brown nipples. As Mom sucked on them, they got as big and hard as bullets. Grandma put her hand on Mom's blond head and pushed her lower. She went to her back on the grass and pushed Mom's head down onto her cunt. I couldn't believe what was happening in front of me. I actually pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. Convinced that I was seeing the real thing and wanting to make the most of it, I pulled my cock out and started stroking. "She sure hasn't forgotten how to use her tongue, John," Grandma said. She placed her hand on the back of Mom's head and slowly ground her pussy against Mom's mouth. "Oh, yes, Polly, that's it. Fuck me with your tongue. Oh, my God! YES! YES! YOU'RE MAKING YOUR OLD MA CUM. UHU..UHU..UHU..AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Grandma convulsed again and again as she came on Mom's tongue. Mom seemed to be cumming, too. She abandoned Grandma's pussy and concentrated on the fucking. She slammed her ass back against her father so hard that he would have bounced off of her if he hadn't had a tight grip on her hips. Her big tits flopped around under her chest like water-filled balloons. She wailed so loudly that she startled the birds in the trees and sent them fluttering away. The scene ended the way it always ends in porno flicks, with a cum-shot. Grandpa pulled his cock out and shot his load all over Mom's back. I wouldn't have thought it possible for a man his age to pump out so much jism. As I watched him cum, my load shot out of my fist onto the ground. The incestuous trio laid back on the grass to recover from their orgasms. Grandma broke the silence when she giggled and said, "Well, that was just like old times, wasn't it?" I was rather disappointed when they put their clothes on. I wanted to see more. Over dinner that night they acted as though nothing had happened. Grandpa talked about corn prices and Grandma talked about her apple pie entry at the County Fair. They were an all-American family, yet they had broken the ultimate taboo. I laid in my bed that night and pondered the situation. I had always wanted to fuck my mother, and seeing her get it from Grandpa had only made me want her more. Then it came to me with crystal clarity. She obviously didn't have a problem with incest; she had probably been fucking her father for years. If she could fuck her father, why not her son? I lay awake half the night trying to think of a way to broach the subject. I came up with what I thought were exactly the right words, but when the time came I forgot them and simply blurted out, "Mom, I saw you and Grandma and Grandpa having sex in the woods." Her reaction, or more accurately her lack of reaction, baffled me. She really didn't seem to care. "We went there to relive old times. When I lived here, we used to go out there all the time. There is something about fucking in the woods that makes my blood boil. It is so animalistic. Well, I suppose I owe you an explanation. After your father went off to the Army, I was very lonely here. Back then, the nearest neighbors were miles away. I knew that Mom and Dad loved to fuck because I heard them going at it almost every night. I even caught them at it once and they let me watch. That's when I found out how big Dad's cock is. When I went to Mom to ask her permission, she said there was enough for both of us. She actually seemed pleased to be getting some help with him. I went out to the barn and Dad had me then and there. He fucked me all through my pregnancy with you, and then two or three times a week until I moved to the city." "Mom, please let me fuck you," I blurted. "I'll think about it. You are a handsome young man. It would probably be a lot of fun. But wouldn't you prefer to start with Grandma? She likes young studs, and I've noticed the way she's been looking at you. I think I'll have a talk with her." I didn't object. Fucking Grandma had crossed my mind more than once. I wanted to do it but thought it was too far out of reach because of the difference in our ages. That night I lay in bed playing with my cock. Distant thunder signaled the arrival of a storm. The noise from the storm masked the sound of the door opening. I nearly jumped out of my skin when a warm body slipped under the covers. "It's just me, Honey," Grandma said. "Now if you don't want to do this, you just say so. Maybe you don't want to fuck an old bag like me." "Grandma, you aren't an old bag. You are very beautiful. I would be honored to fuck you. But what about Grandpa?" "Don't worry about him. The only thing that he might get mad about is not getting to watch. Polly told me you saw us in the woods today. How did you like the show?" She found my hard cock and began to stroke it. "It was amazing, Grandma. Hotter than anything I've ever seen." "Honey, I don't think you should call me Grandma when we're having sex. It's too weird. Why don't you call me Hilda? Polly said you had a big cock. I want to get a closer look." Grandma ducked under the covers and took my throbbing cock in her mouth. Most of my sexual experience had been with whores and none of them had sucked my cock half as good as she did. Experience does count. Her slippery mouth was warm and wet and she varied the depth, angle and strength of the sucks. When she took a big gulp of cock, clamped it between her tongue and palate and slowly pulled off, I lost control. "Grandma..er..I mean Hilda, look out. LOOK OUT, HILDA! I'M GOING TO SHOOT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I felt my grandmother's mouth filling up with my pudding. It got better with every spurt. She didn't stop sucking my ultra-sensitive cock until she had coaxed out every drop. I was writhing all over the bed. Grandma finally took her mouth off of my cock and came up for air. She swallowed for awhile and then said, "Thank you, Son. That was a big, juicy one. I had to swallow five times to get it all down." Without giving me a chance to rest, she mounted me and impaled herself on my twitching cock. I expected her pussy to be slack and weak, but it was tight and strong. When she lifted off of me, her cuntal muscles milked my cock. I was in paradise. "Open your mouth," she said. She stuffed one of her big nipples into my mouth and told me to suck. I had never fucked in the woman-on-top position and was amazed at how perfect it felt. The position put Grandma's big tits right in my face. Unable to decide which of her nipples tasted the best, I switched back and forth. Grandma began to moan and groan as she picked up speed. The storm was raging. I imagined a lighting bolt from God coming through the roof at any moment to strike me dead for fucking my grandmother. I should not have had my cock buried deep in Grandma's quim, but it felt so good that I couldn't take it out. "Oh, son, that is good. Your cock feels so good inside my old pussy. You are the best I've had in a long time. It feels like my ovaries are going to burst." Eager to please, I bent my knees and planted my feet on the bed for leverage. Up until then, she had done all the fucking, but I could no longer control my lust. I pumped my cock up into her so hard and fast that she nearly bounced off of me. "OH, MY GOD! I HOPE THIS ONE DOESN'T KILL ME. HERE IT COMES. UHU..UHU..UHU..AHHHHHHHHHHH!" The spasms of Grandma's cunt muscles set me off and I shot my load deep inside of her. It felt like her pussy was actually milking me. The intense feelings lasted long after I stopped squirting. Grandma collapsed on top of me. When I came to my senses, panic set in. "Grandma..er..I mean, Hilda, I hope I didn't make you pregnant." She chuckled and said, "Honey, my baby-making days are long past. But as you can see, I still have enough passion left in me for two women. Thank you for the best fuck I've had in ages." I dozed off with Grandma resting beside me. When I awoke, she was gone. Over breakfast the next morning, everyone acted as though nothing had happened. Grandpa talked about the need for a new roof on the barn. Mom and Grandma exchanged recipes. Every night for the next week, Grandma paid me a visit in the guesthouse. I did things to her that I had only dreamed of. I fucked between her big, soft tits until, at her request, I shot my load in her pretty face. One night she asked me if I wanted anything special from her. When I told her how much I craved a piece of ass, she rolled over on her stomach. Within seconds, I had eight inches of cock buried deep in her tight ass. Our last night on the farm was very special. I went for a walk after dinner, and when I returned, Mom, Grandma and Grandpa were all sitting naked in the livingroom. "Take off your clothes and join us, Honey," Mom said. I sat at one end of the couch with Grandpa at the other. Grandma knelt down in front of me and took my cock in her mouth, while Mom knelt in front of Grandpa and took his. Grandpa couldn't take his eyes off of his wife's pretty head bobbing in my lap. I shot my load in Grandma's mouth, and a few minutes later Grandpa let his go in Mom's mouth. We went to the bedroom where I fucked Grandma while Grandpa fucked Mom beside us. I was very pleased with myself for being able to perform under the circumstances. After I had fucked Grandma for ten minutes or so, she began to wail as her body was racked by a strong orgasm. Mom started cumming a few seconds later. Her orgasmic wailing blended in with those coming from her mother. It was almost as though they were singing a duet. When they calmed down a little, Grandpa dismounted from Mom and came to my side of the bed. "You did a good job on this one," he said. "Now go see what you can do with your mother." I mounted my beautiful mother and my long-time fantasy of fucking her became a reality. I shoved my cock into her tight pussy and discovered that Grandpa had made a deposit. Their combined juices made her pussy almost too slick. She didn't join in at first, then her lust kicked in and she brought her belly up to meet mine. Next to us, Grandma was trying to breathe life back into Grandpa's deflated cock. Her skillful fellatio soon had it in useable condition. She mounted him and rode him cowgirl style. Mom lightly raked her fingernails over my ass and back to encourage me. Grandma had taught me a few tricks to improve my fucking and I used them on her daughter. They worked like a charm. Both women were soon wailing as they were hit by another wave of orgasms. I shot my load into my mother's clenching pussy. Both of my grandparents were shaking with orgasmic convulsions. That ended the most incredible event of my life. I had fucked my mother and her mother back-to-back. The next day Mom and I returned to the city. I fucked Mom at least once a day during my remaining two weeks of shore leave. Then I returned to my ship. I can hardly wait for my next leave and another visit to the farm. Three Generations "Where is Surajapur?" asked Satish. His company had decided that he had to work on a project in that town, to help the Municipality computerise and improve its services to the citizenry. "It's a small town near Rampur." said his friend Gaurav. Gaurav told him that his relatives stayed there in his family's ancestral house and that he would phone up his aunts (mother's cousins) or his grandmother's sister to accommodate Satish there. Satish was a bit hesitant as he did not wish to intrude and inconvenience Gaurav's relatives but Gaurav was insistent. There was no place to stay in that town, he told Satish and the nearest guest house was about 20 km away and connected by a bad road. There was a train that halted for two minutes in Surajpur and came there once a day from Lucknow. This was the only convenient way to get there. So Satish started out from Delhi and reached Lucknow after an uneventful flight. He caught the passenger train from there and reached Surajpur around 4 PM. There was a car to pick him up at the station and he reached Gaurav's grandma's sister's house after a 10 minute drive. Gaurav had two aunts living in his sprawling ancestral house with his grandaunt. He expected that she would be around 70 or so but she turned out to be a spry lady in her early 60s. Her name was Kala. She was good looking as far as grandmas go. Her face was free of wrinkles and her hair was still dark with a few strands of grey. Her body looked more like she was around late forties rather than 60+. Her posture was erect and her sari was draped neatly around her body. Satish could see that she was a little plump and had huge breasts and butt but was not really fat. Gaurav's elder aunt was a lady of around 40 years of age and her name was Savita. His younger aunt was called Anita. Both were a little on the plump side and had very pleasant and pretty faces. The aunts were relatively tall as Indian ladies go, both around 5'6". They were well endowed both anterior and posterior, something Satish could not avoid noticing. They greeted Satish with a smile and took him to his room. They had two ladies who assisted them in running the house. One was Shilpa and the other was Shashi. These ladies were around 45 and neither was related to the other. They had been in the family for a number of years. All the ladies of the house, mistress or maid were single. In the case of Kala, her husband had died around 10 years earlier. Both Savita and Anita had also lost their spouses around 5 years back. Shilpa and Shashi had husbands who had abandoned them around 15 years earlier. Satish's room was on the ground floor and the ladies of the house slept on the ground floor too. There were three rooms on the first floor and five on the ground floor. All rooms were quite large and furnished with old furniture, not easily available now. These were sturdy pieces. However, the mattresses used were modern and very comfortable. Satish had a double bed, a table with a comfortable chair, a TV with a cable connection and a chaise lounge. His room had an attached bathroom with a nice shower stall and a western style toilet. There was an AC for use during the summer months in the room. On the day he arrived, Satish showered and came to the drawing hall where Kala, Savita and Anita were sitting. They asked him to sit and enquired if his room was comfortable. Satish replied that the arrangements were excellent. The two live in helpers Shilpa and Shashi were bustling about. They served tea with potato bhajias. The tea was good and the snacks were delicious. Dinner was a simple meal but again delicious. At the end of the meal, Satish offered to clear the dishes but the two helper ladies refused his assistance. They went about their tasks with practised efficiency and soon they had finished cleaning up the hall. The ladies ate in the kitchen and clean up. Once they finished, they enquired if there was any other work. Kala went to them to the kitchen apparently to oversee what they had done. Soon she was back in the hall. Kala, Savita and Anita sat in the hall and chatted with Satish. They enquired about how he knew Gaurav and what kind of work he did. Satish was able to chat with them easily. The ladies may have been from a small town but they were quite well read and well informed too. Their home was one of the biggest in Surajpur and they were well provided for financially by their late husbands. Soon they started watching TV and were absorbed in the goings on in the small screen. After a while they switched off the TV set and wished him Good Night. Kala told him that if he wanted anything he could knock on her door. She told him that Shashi and Shilpa slept in the servants' room next to the kitchen and could be disturbed if he needed anything to eat or drink. Satish thanked her and said he would also go to sleep as he had been through a tiring day and a lot of work was ahead of him the next. After Satish went to his room and shut the door he heard a knock and asked the person knocking to come in. It was Shilpa bearing a glass of hot cocoa. She was wearing a blue cotton housecoat and had nothing underneath. Shilpa was quite well endowed and Satish could see the outline of her breasts clearly. She bent down at the side table to place the glass of cocoa and Satish was treated to a view of her cleavage. She smiled at him as she got up and asked him whether he needed anything else, somewhat meaningfully. Satish was not quite sure she meant but decided that he should behave at least initially. She told him that she was always available for any work. He thanked Shilpa and watched her posterior sway as she left his room. Shilpa had a plump and wide posterior and Satish was fond of older women who were well endowed. However, he thought it prudent to let the opportunity pass then. The next day Satish got busy with his work and was able to come home only at around 8 PM. He had phoned up Kala and informed her of his late ETA. Kala enquired whether he was able to get a good lunch and he said he was fine. On his coming back home, he washed and came to the hall. Kala, Anita and Savita enquired about his day and made conversation on his family and where they were. Satish told them that his parents had passed away when he was 10 and an uncle and aunt looked after him and his education. He was now 24 and had been working in the IT company that had sent him to Surajpur. During the conversation, Satish noticed that Shilpa was smiling at him and was glancing in his direction from time to time. Satish thought to himself that he would not decline her advances next time she came to his room. Soon everyone went to bed and Shilpa came again, dressed in a yellow gown with nothing underneath, bearing a glass of milk, this time saffron flavoured. When she asked whether Satish wanted anything else with a naughty smile, Satish asked her what she meant. Shilpa once again smiled and said nothing. Satish sat on his bed and asked her to sit next to him. He enquired about her and Shilpa told him that she had a husband with whom she was quite happy but he left her as she did not bear a child even ten years after marriage. Satish drew closer to her and said it was a pity. He held her close and told her not to think of the past. Soon he was kissing her face and her mouth. Shilpa responded. As the intensity of his caresses grew, Satish lifted her gown off her body and also removed his own clothes. Satish marvelled at the size of her breasts and cupped them gently. He had not seen such voluptuousness in a long time. His sexual experience consisted of a few trysts with his elderly maid at home. Though she was quite voluptuous, she was less so than Shilpa. For a lady of 45 or so, Shilpa was very well preserved. She had a wonderfully tight body with bulges in the right place. Her breasts were at least a 38 and her waist not more than 30. Her hips on the other hand were around 40. Satish spent some time admiring her body and then hugged her tight. He went on kissing her lips and introduced his tongue into her mouth. Shilpa was getting quite aroused. She wrapped her hand around his prick and moved it gently up and down. This made Satish's prick hard as iron. He pushed her on the bed and lay next to her still kissing her. His hand moved down to her breasts and his tongue followed. Shilpa's breasts were round in shape and even in repose still quite large. Her nipples stood out and were even darker than the surrounding area.all this Satish found extremely erotic. Satish sucked on both her nipples for a few minutes and his tongue wandered lower. After kissing her navel and the rest of her waist, he came to her pubic hair. Her hair was not so dense and soon he was licking her pubis. When he finally got to her clit Shilpa jumped a little and raised her hips to meet his tongue. Satish continued sucking her clit and soon Shilpa climaxed twice and her vagina was very wet. She almost begged him to enter her. Satish brought his prick close to her cunt and entered her slowly. Shilpa found his prick stretching her vagina quite a bit but loosened up soon and she responded energetically to his thrusts. Satish placed his body very close to Shilpa's and kissed her lips passionately. Both moved in a singular rhythm and soon came together. Shilpa held on to Satish not allowing him to leave her. Satish too was thoroughly satisfied and stayed on top of her whispering endearments. Shilpa finally disengaged and told Satish she had to go back to her room, as Shashi would become suspicious. Neither of them was aware that Kala had got up and was going to the kitchen when she heard a sound from Satish's room. On investigation, she saw the action through a crack in the door. Kala was over sixty but had not yet lost sexual urges. Fears of social disaaproval prevented her from finding a lover for herself and she did not wish to find a partner in marriage at this late age. Next day, Satish went about his work as usual and returned a little early at around 6 in the evening. He met Kala who enquired sweetly about him and was all smiles. Satish found that Kala was quite well educated and well informed too. She regularly saw the news in Hindi channels as well as BBC and CNN. It was a pleasure talking to her about this and that. After dinner, which was peppered by discussions on the next election, the ladies watched some serials till around 10:30. When Savita and Anita were away in the kitchen giving instructions to Shilpa and Shashi, Kala asked Satish to meet her in her room around 11. Satish wondered what she wanted from him. All the ladies had gone to bed around 10:45. Satish made his way to Kala's room. He knocked gently and heard her ask him to enter. Kala was wearing a silk gown for bed. It seemed to emphasise her full figure and Satish's eyes were drawn to her humungous breasts. Kala asked him to sit down on the chaise at the foot of the bed. She sat in the next chair. She asked him whether he was comfortable in her home and how he found his room, the food and attention being paid to him. This went on for about 5 minutes and she listened patiently to Satish telling her how fortunate he was to be staying here and how grateful he was for the hospitality being provided. Kala asked him how he found Shilpa's services, leaving Satish a trifle nonplussed. Nonetheless, Satish answered the question saying she ensured he was kept happy. Kala said she could see that! She pointedly asked him how he found her in bed. Satish blushed and averted her eyes. Kala told him she had no objection. However, she told him that if he had not taken proper precautions, he may end up making Shilpa pregnant. Kala told him that she knew he was young and he needed periodic sexual release. She told him that there was only one woman who could make him happy without fear of pregnancy and that was her. She asked him to stand up and remove his clothes. Satish obeyed with a little hesitation. Shilpa examined his body and seemed to like what she saw. Kala got up from the chair and removed her gown. She had nothing underneath and Satish saw her breasts for the first time. They were huge and though they sagged a bit it was more from their weight than age. She went to her bed and this time Satish was treated to the sight of her huge ass. She beckoned him to her side and saw that Satish had become visibly excited. Surprisingly Kala's belly protruded only slightly, as she took good care of her body. Satish could smell a delicate perfume on her and could not resist her as she lay on the bed and invited him. Satish went straight for her lips and kissed her. Kala responded and kissed him back . Satish now lay next to her and kept kissing her. Kala inserted her tongue into his. Soon Satish felt her hand travelling down his navel and clasping his prick. Satish also put his hand on her breasts and felt their weight in his hand. He started kissing downward and kissed her neck and the lobes of her ears. As he trailed his tongue further down he licked her nipples before he started sucking them. Meanwhile his other hand was busy squeezing her other breast or at least what part of it fit in his hand. Soon he was sucking her other nipple. After some time he started going down on her till he reached her vagina. He saw a nice thatch of pubic hair, mostly black but flecked with grey. He first inserted a finger in it as it had become well lubricated by the foreplay that both Kala and he indulged in. Kala was sighing and her hips were bucking about. Soon Satish's mouth followed his finger and he was busy licking her clitoris, making Kala jump. She was quite desperate now and asked him to mount her. Satish inserted his prick into her cunt and moved in and out slowly to allow her to get used to the size and length of his organ. Kala asked him to move faster and he increased his thrusts. She started raising her hips and clasped him closer to her body. Satish lowered his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth while continuing to fuck her. Soon both were as one. Satish went faster and faster and Kala responded energetically despite her years. Soon both came together and Satish lay on top of her utterly spent. Kala clasped him to her body till the minor spasms subsided. She smiled contentedly as she had not had sex for over a decade. Kala got up from her bed and asked Satish to stay right there. She walked nude to the bathroom and washed herself. Satish followed her and surprised her by hugging her from behind and playing with her breasts. He put one of his hands lower and fingered her cunt. Kala asked him to stop after she came again. She asked Satish to return to his room and go to sleep, as she always got up early. However, she told him to come to her room the next night. The next day, after a relatively easy day at work, Satish returned home. As usual he was treated with care and after a delicious dinner and a fine discussion on politics and movies he retired to his room. He was reading a book and waiting for the time when he could go to Kala's room. He recollected the sex he had with her and marvelled at how easily she seduced him and the passion she exhibited despite her age. He was always under the impression that women lose their urge for sex after 50 or so. His maid with whom he had his first experience was around 48 and he was around 19 years. He was in college and had to go to a place away from his home town. He had taken a small flat with a drawing room and one bedroom. He had engaged the maid, whose name was Chameli whom he called Aunty to clean and cook for him. Chameli had been widowed a few years earlier and her only child, a daughter, was married and stayed in another town. She lived alone in a small tenement and was working in a private firm . She told him that she could work for him in the evenings and during the day on holidays. Satish found that the arrangement suited him well. He gave Chameli the house key as there were times when he would come home late due to library references and project work. He found that when he came home, the house was clean and food was prepared and still at least warm if not hot. One Sunday he was home and Chameli let herself in with the key thinking he may be asleep. However, he was awake and Chameli saw him. She smiled and said that she would make coffee for him. After he had his coffee and was relaxing on the sofa, she went about cleaning the house. While she was sweeping the small drawing room, he was able to see her generous cleavage as she bent down to sweep the floor near the sofa. After a while she walked to the bathroom to clean up and he saw her as a woman for the first time. Her backside was big and round. Satish was fascinated by it but averted his eyes. While Chameli was cleaning the bathroom she sprained her back and was obviously in pain. She tried to do her work but was unable to. Satish came up to her and asked her to hold his shoulder as he helped her to his bed. As she lay down there Satish asked her to relax and lie down on her back. He brought some oil and a pain killing ointment. Since Chameli was wearing a pyjama and top which ladies in North India wear, he asked to lift it from her back so that he could massage her back with oil. Chameli told him that he need not feel inhibited and got up and removed her top. She had a bra on which she unhooked but kept against her breasts, and now lay down on the bed on her waist. Satish noticed her huge breasts . But since she was lying on her waist he only had a fleeting glimpse. Satish applied some oil to his fingers and started massaging her back. Chameli started feeling some relief and asked him to apply a little more pressure. Satish continued massaging her waist. The feel of her soft skin against his fingers was pleasant and a little erotic. He had never felt a woman's flesh in this manner and was getting aroused. Chameli asked him to massage her back as well and Satish continued with his ministrations. After a while he was surprised to see Chameli turn around and expose her breasts to his sight. She got up with apparent ease and said that his massage had worked wonders on her. Satish was blushing and averting his eyes. Chameli asked him not to be shy and took his hand in hers. She placed it on her breast and asked him to press it. She made him sit next to her. Satish had now freaked out and his prick was standing up inside his shorts. Chameli asked him to kiss her and pressed her lips against his. He could feel her breasts against his body as she kissed him. Soon she was inserting her tongue in his mouth, something he had only seen in Hollywood movies till then. Satish now put his hand on her breasts and squeezed. Chameli lay down on the bed and asked him to suck her nipples. This he did very happily! Chameli removed her pyjama and asked Satish to remove his clothes as well. Satish saw her nude form and the thatch of hair near her vagina. He slowly put a finger on her vagina almost by instinct. Chameli told him to be patient. She wrapped her hand around his prick and felt it. She did not do anything further as Satish would have come right there. Instead she asked him to continue sucking her nipples. Satish wanted to do more and Chameli guided his hand to her pussy. She spread her legs and asked him to insert his finger into her vagina. He did so and started moving it in and out. She was obviously enjoying the sensations that resulted. She pointed to her clit and asked him to massage it with his thumb. Soon Chameli came and Satish saw her vaginal area was very wet. She asked him to put his prick on her cunt and insert it slowly. Satish lay on top of her and slowly inserted it into her. He felt the wetness and the warmth of her inside as he moved against her. She guided him and he started moving in her. Soon she started raising her hips and asked him to go faster. Chameli was starved of sex for quite a few years and came soon. Soon Satish too came and lay on top of her tired due to his exertions. Chameli asked him to stay there and stroked his back. Satish dismounted her and lay next to her. He toyed with her nipples and sucked on them for a while. Three Generations Chameli wanted to wash herself and she told Satish to wait while she went to the bathroom. After sometime she returned to the bed and Satish washed himself too. The moment Satish stepped back into the bedroom he was transfixed by the voluptuous form of Chameli on the bed. Her large boobs and the form of her hips fascinated him. He lay against her and kissed her on her lips. This time he inserted his tongue into her mouth and both continued to enjoy the sensations. Soon Chameli pushed his head downward and he sucked on her nipples and played with her breasts. Chameli enjoyed having this young man with her. She pushed his head down still further and asked him to lick her pussy. Satish was a little hesitant but Chameli coaxed him and guided him to her clit. The moment Satish put his tongue on her clit, Chameli jumped. Satish continued to lick her clit and also her vagina, which was wet with her secretions. As he put his tongue back on her clit, Chameli sighed and urged him on. She soon came and came again. By now Satish was erect once more and wasted no time in inserting his prick into her vagina. Chameli was also greatly aroused and she lifted her hips in unison with his thrusts. Satish was able to sustain his erection for a longer time as he had come once. Chameli held him tight and was now mouthing profanities, asking him to fuck her harder. As Satish kept going Chameli also held him tighter and kept up the pace. Finally Chameli seemed to have come at least two more times and Satish also increased the speed of his thrusts and came in her. Both rested and held each other tight. Satish's first sex experience left him and Chameli thoroughly sated. The next day Chameli was still at his home when he returned from the office. She made him some tea and had some herself. She was looking fresh as she had showered just then. Satish had his tea and also showered. He changed and felt good. Chameli gestured towards the bedroom and went inside. She stripped rightaway and called Satish inside. Satish also stripped and threw his clothes hither and thither. He hugged Chameli and kissed her passionately. Chameli too returned his kisses. Satish's hands wandered to her backside and he caressed her ass. Chameli turned round so that he could have a good look at it. Satish kneaded the huge globes and his hands now went to her pussy. He stood behind her, his prick erect and lodged against her ass. His fingers thrummed her pussy and her clit and Chameli was getting aroused. Soon she was bucking her hips and climaxed. Chameli told him to lie down and she kissed him from his head to his navel and then put his prick in her mouth. Satish jumped as he felt her tongue lapping his prick. Chameli continued and she turned around such that her nether region was right against his face. Satish understood what was required of him. After a while, Chameli released herself and lay on her back. Satish climbed on her and they started fucking. After some time both of them came hard. They washed and returned to the bed. Chameli kissed him and thanked him for the pleasure he gave her. She had not had any sex after her husband passed away. He had died in an accident and Chameli got a job in his office, where he worked as a senior clerk. Since she was not very well educated, she was given a peon's job. Her house was close to Satish's home and she could come to his home in three minutes. Satish caressed her body while she told him her lifestory. She also put her hand on his prick and used her fingers to arouse him. Soon he was erect and she also was aroused. This time she asked him to mount her doggy style. Chameli liked this position very much and Satish found that she contracted her vagina and he felt the walls of her vagina surrounding his prick. He revelled in the sensations and Chameli egged him on till both came. Chameli washed herself and told him she had to go home. Satish reluctantly let her go. Till the weekend, Chameli was at home every evening and they had sex on all days, Since she had gone past her menopause, there was no need to interrupt their sessions. On the weekend, Satish was at home and Chameli let herself in at 9 o'clock. She was wearing a sari. Satish was just awake only then, and he got up and brushed his teeth. She made some coffee for him and he drank it. Chameli busied herself with making breakfast of toast and omelettes. Satish crept behind her and put his hands on her breasts. His prick was right against her soft ass and it got erect very quickly. He kissed her on her nape and sucked on her earlobes. Chameli was starting to get excited but she did not react. Satish took his hands to her petticoat and inserted his hands inside it. He caressed her cunt and allowed his fingers to wander around. Soon Chameli was very wet and she turned around and kissed him hard. She put off the stove and moved to the bedroom. Soon both of them were naked and were kissing each other passionately. Chameli stood up and bent slightly with her hips jutting out. She asked Satish to take her right there. Satish bent down, inserted his prick into her pussy and moved slowly in and out of her. His hands were caressing her nipples and he tweaked them with his fingers. They were hard as marbles and Chameli seemed even more excited than usual. Soon both were moving faster and faster. Chameli screamed as she reached her climax. Satish also grunted as he came in her. Both showered together and Chameli caressed his body as she soaped him. Satish also stroked and explored her completely, his hands roaming over her ass and boobs and pinching her nipples. He went down on her and sucked her clit till she came several times. By this time he was aroused again and he made her bend a little and again took her. Both came hard. They finished washing up and wiped themselves. After a hearty breakfast they rested for a long while on the bed. Both went off to sleep and got up around lunch time. Chameli heated some leftovers from the fridge and they had lunch together. Soon Satish was again horny and he started playing with her body. Both were again on the bed and this time Chameli climbed on top of him and started moving up and down. Satish held on for a long while and finally came in her. For the next two years that Satish was in college, Chameli and he had a very satisfying sexual relationship. She taught him how to please a woman and treated him to some torrid sessions of oral sex, where they would 69 for a long time. He took Chameli in a lot of positions. He learnt to find and excite the erogenous zones of a woman. Chameli made it a point to stay in his flat till he came home from office and have sex with him. It was time for Satish to go to Kala's room. He went there and found the door open. He walked into her room and saw her sitting on one of the lounge chairs. He sat next to her and put his arms round her. Kala looked at him and smiled. She kissed him and soon they were wrestling each others' tongues. Kala was wearing a cotton gown and she removed it. Satish saw that she had nothing underneath. He held her left breast and felt its weight. His mouth gravitated to her nipple and he sucked on it, while his hand played with the other breast. Kala was enjoying the sensations and asked him to continue doing what he was doing. Satish did not waste much time in taking his hand lower and playing with her clit. He followed up with his tongue and licked her till she came twice. He asked her to kneel and face the other way. Slowly he inserted his prick in her pussy and started moving in and out. Kala started getting more and more excited and moving back to meet his thrusts. Her huge backside was a sight to behold and Satish found it very erotic. Soon she came and Satish also followed. Kala asked him to take out his prick and went to wash herself. Satish followed her into the washroom, stood behind her and started feeling her ass. His hands also moved to her tits and he squeezed them. Kala asked him to wait till she had cleaned herself. She asked Satish to wash himself well after she was done. Satish did as much using soap to clean his genitals. Kala was back in bed by the time Satish had finished. Satish joined her and cuddled up to her. He started kissing her and Kala responded. Soon Satish was sucking on her nipples and started moving downward. He spent some time kissing her navel and then her thighs, especially her inner thighs. He teased her a bit till he finally licked her vaginal area. Kala jumped when he did that. Soon she was coming and asked him not to stop. After she came to, she got up and asked Satish to lie down. Her expert mouth licked his prick lengthwise and finally she sucked on his member. Satish was close to coming. Kala stopped at the right time and asked him to rest for a while. Satish was still erect and the sight of Kala's body excited him. He mounted Kala after a minute and started moving in her. Kala and he soon came together. Now it was time for him to return to his room. He kissed Kala and said Good Night to her. When he came out of Kala's room he was unaware that Anita was watching him and wondering what he was doing in her mother's room. Three Generations at Once I was 19 and just home for the summer after my freshman year at college. There was this older man that had always flirted with me most of my teen years. Mac was about 58 now. I always teased him with my short, shorts and very short skirts. You know, bending over and letting him get a look at my goodies. He was up town when I saw him today. As usual, he asked me when I was going to let him get a closer look at what was under my short skirt. I told him, "how does tonight sound?" He got this big smile on his face and asked me if I was being for real. I told him I was very, very serious. That night at about 9:00, I knocked quietly on his door. He opened it and had this hot look in his eyes. I'm sure he wasn't really expecting me to show. He invited me in and took me in his big strong arms and started kissing me. I moved my hand to feel his cock, it was already very hard. I told him to let me help him out with that. I stepped back and unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. I started pulling them down as I got on my knees in front of him. I took his big, hard cock in my hand and started stroking it. I raised it up and started licking his balls with my hot tongue. Then I took his cock in my hot, wet mouth and started sucking it. He was soon pushing it in and out, in and out, in and out of my hot mouth. Within a very few minutes, he had cum in my mouth. I got up and kissed him on the lips. I knew he could taste his cum on my mouth. Then, I asked him if he liked the way I sucked his cock. He was very weak in the knees by now. He said he loved it and that this was the first time anyone had ever done that for him. He told me that he wanted to see me again very soon. I told I'd be back on Saturday night. I was very excited when I knocked on his door on Saturday. I noticed a car in the driveway and thought he might have some company. When he opened the door, he had this very big smile on his face. I asked him what was up and he said that he had a surprise for me. He told me that he wanted to make sure that I got satisfied this time so he had invited his nephew, Jon over to help him please me. Just then, Jon came up the hall and had his son with him, Mike, who was about 18 or so. I started to smile and asked my friend if all of this was for little ol' me? He said, yes I thought you might be able to appreciate three generations at once. Little did he know that I had always wanted to have 3 or 4 partners at one time. However, I was blown away to discover that I was getting three from the very same family. I sat on the couch between Mack and Jon. I started kissing Mack as I ran my hands up and down both men's legs. I started touching their cocks through their pants. I then told them both to get these things off so that we can have some real fun. I stood up and started undressing with them. I did everything slowly so that they didn't miss any of the good stuff. As I took my bra off and my size DD's flopped out, I could see that they were definitely breast men. I wiggled out of my very short skirt and to their surprise, wasn't wearing anything underneath. Mack sat down on the sofa first and then Jon. I got on the floor between Mack's legs and started giving him a blow job. When he got really hard, I moved over to Jon's legs and took his long, hard cock into my hot mouth. He told me to ride him. So, I got up and straddled him on the sofa. I slid my hot, juicy pussy down over his 9 inch hard cock. I was riding him like a he was a wild stallion. I was bouncing up and down, and up and down, over and over again. I was Cumming within a couple of minutes. I jumped off of his enormously delicious cock and slid my mouth over it again. This time I sucked it until he came in my mouth. Then I turned my eyes toward the young master Mike (18), and his young cock was throbbing as he played with it in his hand. I walked over to him and asked him if he'd ever had anal before, he shook his head no. I asked if he would like to, and he said "YES" very loudly. I told him to wait a moment while I got some lube out of my purse. I brought it over to him and told him use this and it will be a good experience for both of us. Mack was hard again by now so I told him to lie on the sofa and I straddled him and lowered my still wet pussy over his hard cock. Then I told Mike to come over. As I was grinding my pussy on Mack, I told Mike (18) to enter my tight ass. He slowly worked his hard cock deep into my ass. He was soon ramming that big, hard cock all the way inside my tight asshole. His father (Jon) got so hot that he came and stood beside the sofa and slide his cock into my hot mouth. I was getting so hot having all three of these fantastic cocks banging into every hole in my body at once. I was in sex heaven... It wasn't long before Mike came in my ass. Next, Mack was Cumming hard in my hot, wet pussy. And then, seconds later, Jon was Cumming in my hot mouth. I had cum at least 3 times. I was still hot and couldn't wait for round two. Jon (40) says that he has a few friends that he was sure would like to take me for a sexual ride. I ask him how many and he said you name the number and I'll bring them. I told him 10. I know that I need a lot of men to satisfy my sexual appetite. Well, that is another story....if anyone ever wants to hear it... Three Generations of Tits I accompanied my girlfriend, Laura, to a family get together in California last September. Her two daughters Ellen and Christine and her Mom, Grandma Patricia, were the main reason for our visit. I didn't want to go. I hate family reunions. Moreover, I was hoping to use the opportunity of her absence to get together with some old friends and watch a game or two while having some beers and some laughs. Only, as she has a way of doing, my girlfriend twisted my arm to go by making me feel guilty. "You never go anywhere with me anymore. Everyone is looking forward to meeting you. My mother hasn't been well lately and this may be the last chance you have to meet her before she..." When she started crying I knew it was time to pack my bag because I was going with her to California. Except for her two daughters, this will be my first time meeting the rest of the clan, as they are scattered throughout the country. Everyone was invited but not everyone could attend, still there'd be a lot of people there. The weather was still warm enough to hit the beaches and Laura bought a special bikini for the visit that she was eager to wear. I've only seen her in a bikini once and she wore a cover up the entire time we were at the beach. I was hoping she'd go topless, but she's not like that. She's fair skinned and burns easily and beaches aren't her favorite places, besides she's modest. Excited nonetheless that she bought a new bikini, I asked her to model her bathing suit for me, but she wouldn't. She said it was a surprise and I thought that oddly exciting. It wasn't like her to be secretive. A bit self-conscious about her aging body, she's been working out lately to tone her muscles and tighten her skin. At 5'5" and a slim 120 pounds, she still looks good, especially for her age. I suspected she bought the bikini as motivation to get back in shape. I suspected she had an ulterior motive. I suspected she wanted to show her ex-husband and his shockingly young girlfriend that she was still hot at 48-years-old. Women hate it when their man leaves them for a younger woman and it was obvious that she was hoping to make him regret his decision. Not that she would ever want him back; she probably just wanted to play with his mind. Once I wrapped my brain around Laura wanting me to attend her family reunion and once I realized how important it was for her to have me meet the rest of her family, I rearranged my schedule and agreed to go. Having been to the West Coast only once many years ago, I was eager to see some of the sights I've seen on television, especially Beverly Hills and Rodeo Drive. As it's impossible to get tickets to see the Yankees play ball, perhaps I could catch a Dodgers game, and maybe even play a round of golf. The weather was picture perfect, in the low eighties with a cool breeze, but the whole airport thing was exhausting. By the time I got to Ellen's house, I was tired and ready for a nap. Traveling makes me feel my age, not that I'm old. I'm just used to my routine of waking up, grabbing some coffee, and surfing the Internet for porn before hitting the shower and dressing for work. This trip was an unwelcome pain-in-the-ass interruption to that. Up late packing my bag the night before, I was up early adding forgotten items to my suitcase the next morning. Then, per our flight instructions, we needed to be at the airport two hours earlier than our flight and the security lines were long and aggravating. I remember the days when I could get to the airport ten minutes before takeoff and make a mad run down to the gate. Since 9/11, flying is no longer a pleasant experience. Actually, to be honest, I used to love to fly, but now I'm afraid to fly. I have a habit of scanning the seats for potential terrorists or nut jobs that are intent on blowing up the plane and taking everyone with them because they hate America and Americans, lost their job or divorced their wife or are just crazy. To make matters worse, we had to get on and off the plane twice to catch connecting flights to fly across the country. It never used to be like this. Now, to get a direct flight, you either need to fly in the early hours of the morning or need to pay as much as a first class ticket used to cost. If I could have taken a bus, I would have, but it was too far to bus the trip. I met her younger daughter, Ellen, several times before. Not having seen her in several years, since she moved away to attend college, it was erotically shocking to see the beautiful woman she had become at 24-years-old. She's living with an architect considerably older that she is. Tom is 32-years-old, but Ellen is very mature for her age. She shocked the shit out of me when she opened her door to greet us. Overwhelmingly excited at first look, or in my case at first leer, she greeted us at the door wearing just a bikini. This is California after all and LA is much more different than New York. New York is highly stressed and energy charged and LA is, well, laid back and cool. Unless they are looking to be raped, women in New York don't answer their door wearing their bathing suit. The cops in New York would practically side with the rapist saying that she was asking for it. I gulped down the image of her in one long, lustful look before furtively stealing peeks of her individual body parts, first her breasts, then her pussy, next her legs, and finally her ass after she turned to hug her mother. When she hugged me, it took all the control that I had not to reach down behind her and cup her sweet, round ass, squeeze it and give it a spank, which is what I do every time Laura hugs me. My girlfriend has a great ass for an old broad and her daughters take after her when it comes to their bodacious bodies. When Ellen hugged me, I imagined having sex with her. I know it was wrong for me to imagine that, but I so wanted to shower her neck with kisses while my hand fondled her bikini clad breast. Her body felt glorious in my arms. Had I not seen that she was wearing her bathing suit, I would have thought she was naked. The thin material of her brief bikini gave me the sensation that she was. This was my first time feeling and seeing so much of her skin and I forcibly had to look away and concentrate on baseball to avoid getting a woody. Yeah, how 'bout those Yankees, getting ready for their new stadium, they're spending all kinds of money on next year's team. How embarrassing would that be for me to get an erection by seeing and hugging my girlfriend's daughter in her sexy, red bikini? Laura would never understand the sexual desire that I secretly harbored for her daughter nor would she forgive me for such a public display of lascivious behavior that culminated with me getting an obvious erection. I could just hear her lambasting me now. "You're such a pig, Paul. How could you? I can't believe you got an erection by hugging my daughter, my baby. That's sick. You're sick." "Laura, I'm sorry, but she shocked the shit out of me when she answered the door in that little bikini. She was practically naked. The only part of her tits that weren't on display was her nipples. Then, when she hugged me, I could actually feel her erect nipples against my chest," It was when I thought that I was suddenly confessing too much that I threw Ellen under the bus, only it didn't work. "It was all her fault. Blame her and not me. She practically humped me with her hips." "You're such a pervert Paul." "Yeah, well, then tell her to put some clothes on the next time she opens the door to a middle-aged man who hasn't had sex with his middle-aged girlfriend in months." "Everything is not all about sex, Paul," I imagined her saying while giving me that same look she gave me when she caught me surfing the net for porn. "Everything is all about sex. Why else would fashion designers and clothing manufacturers make a bikini like the one that Ellen was practically not wearing?" "Degenerate pig." "Frigid bitch." Those are the things that I think about it before doing something dumb. Having Laura's indignation in my brain keeps me in line. Otherwise, I'd be a wild man. Otherwise, thinking with my penis instead of my brain, I'd have no conscious thought telling me that it's wrong to do this or that. I'd just do whatever hoping for the best and regretting the repercussions of my immature decisions later. Yet, there's something visually exciting about a bikini, which is why they make them, no doubt. Sex sells. Come on, the women who wear them know they are teasing and torturing we guys by flaunting their nearly naked bodies. Why else would they do it? In my opinion, as a testosterone filled normal man, seeing a woman in a bikini is more exciting than seeing a woman in her panty and bra. Panties and bras don't fit women's bodies in the way that bikinis do. Bikinis leave little to the imagination. Although, I may have a different opinion, if ever I was to catch a glimpse of Ellen in her panty and bra. Nonetheless, Ellen was someone who I've met numerous times before and someone who I fantasized about when I was horny and sexually frustrated, while masturbating and wondering what her body looked like beneath her customary attire of jeans and sweatshirt. Yes, I admit that it added a bit of excitement that she was my girlfriend's daughter, but I think it's normal for a man to wonder about what his girlfriend's adult daughter looks like naked. Surely, if I'm attracted to the mother, why wouldn't I be attracted to her genetically similar, albeit younger, clone of a daughter? If I didn't feel wicked before that I was old enough to be Ellen's father, I felt wicked now that I had incestuous feelings for Laura's daughter. Well, I wouldn't call what I felt incest, but I certainly had feelings that are forbidden in modern society and considered taboo certainly by Laura and definitely by Ellen. Even though my fantasy and visualization of Ellen's naked body may not be incest, since we are not blood related, my thoughts were incestuous, perhaps. Nonetheless, having sexual thoughts for Ellen made me feel sexually excited and uncomfortable at the same time. She looked wonderful in her bikini and I couldn't wait to jerk off while thinking about her in her bikini later. In the way that her bikini bra supported her breasts made me acutely aware of what she'd look like topless. She had fabulous tits and she was showing so much of them that she left little to my vivid imagination. I'd love to see her do some jumping jacks or Pilates while wearing her bikini. Just let me get some candid shots of you exercising, I imagined saying to her. Oops, Ellen, your breast just popped out of your bikini. Let me take a few dozen shots of that before you tuck it back in your bra. The sudden and erotic appearance of Ellen's nipples through the thin material of her bikini top punctuated her excitement in seeing us, after not having seen us in several years, just as the sudden and erotic appearance of her nipples through the thin material of her bikini top punctuated my excitement in seeing them, since I've never seen the impression of Ellen's nipples before. Only, the bikini top, whether it was in the design, the fabric, the color or a combination or all three was visually exciting. It highlighted her tits and her body perfectly. Her bikini bottom appeared painted on her body and I felt my cock throb when I discerned the outline of her camel toe. Somehow, logically to me and perhaps crazy to someone else, seeing her camel toe made me think of a camel's toe, of course, which led me to thinking about the Sahara Desert, which then led me to feel such a thirst that only a few cold beers could quench while thinking about Ellen naked in an oasis and waiting for me to appear, so much like Lawrence of Arabia, only more like Paul Thomas from New York. I imagined myself kneeling before her while peeling down her bikini bottom and showing my passion for her by licking her pussy and lapping her pussy juices. Not an odd thing for the mother's boyfriend to think about his girlfriend's daughter when being greeted at the front door by said daughter in a painted on bikini bottom that prominently showed her camel toe, I wondered if she was shaved, trimmed or bushy. Certainly, with a bikini bottom so brief, I deduced that she must be shaved or neatly trimmed, at the very least. For a second, wondering if Laura looked as good as Ellen surely did at her age; for a moment she made me wish that I was with daughter instead of mother. Seeing Ellen in her bikini made me wish I was 20 years younger or twenty times richer than I was, which wouldn't amount to very much, since I'm not rich at all, just horny. Now, I was filled with as much guilt as I was filled with curious excitement of what it felt like to be intimate with her daughter. Then, as soon as I imagined that, I wondered what it felt like to be in bed with the both of them. I imagined Laura sitting on my face while Ellen blew me before switching places with Laura blowing me while her daughter sat on my face. Then, I imagined fucking Ellen while eating Laura before switching places with me eating Ellen while fucking Laura. Ah, the possibilities of threesome positions are as exciting, and even more exciting when with mother and daughter, as they are endless. I couldn't help but wonder if her daughter sucked cock as well as her mother. Laura was a great cocksucker, that is, whenever she sucked my cock, but it had been quite some time since we've been intimate. We both work crazy jobs with long hours and are always too tired to do anything but sleep. Only, for me, the benefit of sleep is exciting, as I always have vividly realistic, sexual dreams. Suddenly, I visualized Ellen sucking her boyfriend's cock before imagining her sucking my cock and before imagining my girlfriend sucking Tom's cock, Ellen's boyfriend. I'm just so tired. I'm just so horny. The combination of being so tired and so horny and then seeing Ellen in her revealing bikini encouraged these wild imaginings. In thinking about group sex with mother and daughter, where will my sexual perversion end? I surprise myself daily with my lascivious thoughts and lurid imagination. Now, I couldn't wait to take a nap later so that I could dream of having sex with Ellen and then jerk off about my dream later. Yes, indeed, the nap would do well to satisfy both my need for sleep and my need to cum. We were the last of the guests to arrive and everyone was already out back poolside. I had to continually remind myself not to stare at Ellen's young, hard, curvaceous body, a copy of her mother's body...only younger, harder, and more curvaceous. Sorry, the drool in my brain is making me repeat myself. It was difficult not to stare at her round, tight, perfect little ass. I wondered what it felt like to grab her ass, squeeze her ass, kiss her ass, lick her ass, and slap her ass while my cock was imbedded deep inside of her pussy. As her future stepfather, I was outraged that a retail store took advantage of my future stepdaughter by selling her this brief bikini. Ellen should demand a full refund or partial compensation in the form of a discount, as her bikini bottom covered even less of her beautiful ass cheeks than her top barely covered her firm, round breasts; shame on them for being so greedy to make a bikini with so little material. Only, as her mother's boyfriend, I was excitedly happy, ecstatic actually, that a retail sold her such a tiny bikini that allowed me the delightful vision of most of the Ellen's round ass and big tits. When she walked, her bikini bottom gave the appearance more of a thong than it did a bikini bottom and she played her peek-a-boo game of now you see my ass and now you don't see my ass by continually pulling her bikini bottom out of her ass crack. Now ordinarily when it comes to drugs, I say no to crack, but in this instance when it comes to sex, I'd say yes to crack. I couldn't suppress the image of bending her over the bathroom sink while plunging my cock in her oh so young pussy. Bark like a dog, baby, bark like a dog, I imagined saying while slapping her firm, round ass. I couldn't help myself from stealing furtive glances at her ass and barely bra clad tits, whenever I saw that the coast was clear and whenever no one was watching me. Her bikini was as revealing as those worn by those bronzed bodies of Brazilian babes lying on the beautiful beaches in Brazil. Suddenly, in my mind, I started to do the Bossa Nova as The Girl From Ipanema song played along with my imagined dancing steps, "Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes, each one she passes goes -- ah." There were a lot of people poolside, Laura's two brothers Jim and Larry and their wives Susan and Maryanne, a couple of Ellen's friends, Linda and Kathy with their boyfriends Russell and Anthony, grandma Patricia with her new boyfriend, Martin, and Laura's ex-husband Robert with his oh so young and oh so beautiful trophy wife, Cynthia. He ought to be ashamed. She wasn't much older than his elder daughter, Christine. I have socks older than her. "Everyone," said Laura. "This is my boyfriend, Paul." I couldn't help but notice that every woman present was wearing a bikini, even Grandma Patricia was showing some boob and ass cheek. Way to go grandma. Go ahead, don't be shy, give those big, old knockers a shake. Gees, if only people knew what I was thinking and what goes through my mind, they'd be aghast. They'd think I was a real pervert for thinking about Laura's daughter and now Laura's mother in the way that I'm leering at their bikini clad bodies. "Hi," I said walking over to everyone and shaking hands with the men and giving touchy feely hugs to the women. I love the feel of pressed tits against my chest. Whoever it was who invented the bikini should be given an award, a Piece Award, instead of a Peace Award. "I hereby bestow the Piece Award of Ass, Tits, and Pussy to Jacques Heim and Louis Reard. Of course, I should have known that it would be two horny Frenchmen who invented the bikini in 1946 and named it after Bikini Island. Only, why they named the bikini after Bikini Island is a mystery to me. Perhaps because Bikini Island is so small compared to the vast ocean, yeah, maybe that's it. I'm just glad they invented the tiny, revealing swimsuit. Even though I had talked to her brothers and her mother on the telephone several times before this was the first time meeting them and their significant others. It was fun to substitute how I had imagined they looked with how they actually looked. Her brothers were taller than I had imagined them to be and their wives were prettier. Her mother still looked hot for a woman in her sixties. Her ex-husband's girlfriend just made me want to bite down on a towel to suppress my verbal lustful desire for her bodacious, bikini clad beautiful body. Damn, she was hot. She had all the good looks and sexuality of a Playboy Playmate laying around poolside before heading off for her photo shoot. I couldn't help but wonder if her tits were real or if they were the creative artistry of a very talented plastic surgeon. Certainly, they looked real enough, except realistically, no one has tits that look like that, so round, so high up, and so perfectly symmetrical with nipples that never tire of flashing their bright high beams. I wondered what her tits looked like without her over the shoulder boulder holder. I wished I could see her topless. I wished I could see her naked instead of only imagining what she'd look like in the 69 position. We were all having a fun time out back talking, drinking, swimming, and eating while I was spending most of my time leering. After inspiring even more suggestive images of Laura's daughters naked, the alcohol was lulling me to sleep. I was suddenly feeling tired and ready for a nap. If I couldn't have sex with either of my girlfriend's daughters, there was nothing stopping me from dreaming about having sex with them. No one would know that I was banging Laura's daughters in my dreams. Three Generations of Tits Maybe, I'd even throw Grandma Patricia a bang, too. She doesn't have a bad body for an old broad and she has a nice rack, too. I betcha she has a bushy bush beneath that bikini bottom, too. Matter of fact, now that I look more closely at Grandma and her body, she looks a bit like that actress Helen Mirren, the one who played Queen Elizabeth in the movie, The Queen, and who has had her photos recently plastered all over the Internet while wearing a bikini. Helen Mirren has a great body for an old broad. I'd throw her a bang, too, if I could. This dream that I'm hoping to have later is going to be loaded with a cast of characters, Ellen, Christine, Grandma Patricia, and now Helen Mirren. If only I could include Cynthia in my dream, too, that would really make my dream special. Only, with that body, I think Cynthia is deserving of a dream all her own. I was up late the night before and up early this morning packing my bags. It had been a long flight and I had jet lag. I didn't want to lie out in the sun and burn, so I retired to my room, which serendipitously overlooked the pool. Besides I was eager to jerk off while thinking about Ellen in that tiny bikini. At first, with all the imagined noise, I thought that a room overlooking the pool was a curse, but it was a blessing. My room was a bit warm, so I stripped off my clothes. It felt good being naked in Ellen's house. I imagined her barging in the room to get something from out of the closet and staring at my nakedness, which I'd make a feigned and feeble attempt to cover with by holding a single finger horizontally in front of my penis. "Oh, I'm so embarrassed," I imagined myself saying. "Please don't look at my exposed cock, which is quickly becoming stiff by your stare." "I'm so sorry," I imagined her saying while continuing to stare at my cock. "It's so big." Hey, if you're going to imagine your girlfriend's sexy daughter barging in the guest room while you are naked, you may as imagine you have a big cock, too. Then, I imagined playing a childish game with her. "Well, since you've seen my cock," I imagined saying and removing my finger from concealing my huge cock from her eyes. "It's only fair that you should show me your body." "Certainly not," I imagined her replying and folding her arms across her chest. "I'm not getting naked in front of my Mother's boyfriend." "Just show me your tits, then, Ellen. Let me see your tits and we'll call it even." "My tits?" She looked around the room, as if looking to see if someone was there, before looking at the closed bedroom door, walking over to it, and locking it. "Gees, I don't know." "C'mon, it's only tits. Surely, you must have shown those tits to lots of guys. Why not me?" "Well, okay. You're right. Lots of guys have seen, felt, and sucked on my tits," I imagined her agreeing. "But you can't tell anyone that I showed you my tits." "I won't tell a soul," I said crossing my fingers behind my back. I couldn't wait to tell all my friends that I saw the tits of Laura's daughter, Ellen. I imagined her reaching around behind her and untying her top before allowing it to fall. I couldn't help but touch myself while I reached out to feel her breast, first one and then the other. "No, Paul," I imagined her saying while looking down at my hand feeling the weight of her tits before caressing them, as my finger ran across her nipple making it erect. "We shouldn't be doing this. You're my mother's boyfriend. It's so wrong." Only, she didn't stop me. Matter of fact, she seemed to enjoy me touching her tits and fingering her nipples. I leaned down and sucked them, first one and then the other. My cock was now so stiff and sticking so straight out that it was bumping against her soft belly, while my hands fondled and caressed her magnificent tits. "No one will know," I imagined saying, as I put a hand to her shoulder for her to assume the preferred position and gently pushed her down to her knees. I imagined her first taking my cock in her hand while looking up at me with those big, brown eyes. I imagined her staring at my big prick while she slowly stroked it. She was making it bigger and harder with her stare and with her hand. Then, when she took my cock in her mouth, when she closed her eyes and wrapped her tongue around my erection while gently stroking me, and when I looked down and saw her lips around the girth of my cock, I imagined putting a hand behind her head and humping her pretty mouth while reaching down to fondle her nipples. If I wasn't horny before, I was making myself horny now by imagining Laura's daughter blowing me. While thinking about Ellen sucking me off, I started fondling my cock, until I had a semi-erection. It felt good to touch myself while thinking about my girlfriend's topless daughter sucking my prick. I didn't want to put on the air conditioning, yet. After being in air conditioning on the plane, on the taxi ride here, and in their house, I figured I'd be tired of air conditioning by the time I left California for home. I yawned and walked to the window to look out at the progression of the party before climbing in bed to take my nap. It felt wicked to be standing naked while watching the bodies of the bikini clad women in the backyard. If only they knew I was touching myself while watching them. If only they knew I was hot and horny for their nearly naked bodies. I couldn't believe my eyes when Ellen walked by my partially opened window as she was undoing her bikini top. At first I thought she was retying the knot, but in one swift motion, she removed her bra to expose her perfect breasts. She was topless and her tits were right there not six feet from my window. I could practically reach out and touch them, had my window been open. I couldn't believe that my girlfriend's 24-year-old daughter was parading around topless in full view of everyone. Is this what they do in California? Her boyfriend, Tom, walked up to her and pushed her forward. He was fooling around feeling her tits and humping her. Her tits were pressed, literally squished, against my bedroom window. I wanted to take a step forward, lift the blind, and suck her nipples through the glass. Instead, I took a step back and watched them play while slowing stroking my cock. In the way the blinds were tilted, they couldn't see me, but I could see them. In a way, I wished Ellen could see my stroking my cock at the sight of her boyfriend fondling her tits. Would she watch me masturbate or would she be offended and tell everyone, her boyfriend and my girlfriend that I was jerking off over her being topless? I watched his hands feel her tits, as he continued humping her ass through their bathing suits. I watched him finger her nipples and I watched her reach her hand back and stick it down the front of his bathing suit. I'd give anything to be Tom right now and to feel Ellen's hand around my cock, while I was feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. "Get a room," someone said and Tom stopped groping his girlfriend and jumped in the pool to cool off, no doubt, while Ellen walked to the bar. Excited thoughts streamed sexual images and screamed tits through my brain. I couldn't believe she was topless. What is she doing? I can see her. Everyone can see her. Everyone was still there and she's parading around topless and walking to the bar to fix a drink, before sitting on the chaise lounge not six feet in front of my window to catch some rays. She's a C cup. My girlfriend is a B cup. Ellen and her sister Christine take after their grandmother Patricia who is a C cup. I stared at her tits before looking more closely at each one. I stared at her nipples. I stared at her areolas. I imagined what it felt like to suck on those big knockers. Her boyfriend, Tom, was a lucky bastard to have that hot body in bed with him every night and to wake up to her each morning. I couldn't believe I was seeing the tits of my girlfriend's daughter. I was shocked. I was excited. I was filled with lustful desire for her. Not satisfied with just seeing them, I wished I could touch them. I wished I could suck them. I wish I could have felt her up in the way that Tom had just done. I wished she could stroke my cock, too. From where my room was, I had a clear view of Ellen and her magnificent breasts. To be honest, from the first day I met Ellen, four years ago, I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like naked. It was obvious even back then, when she was barely 20-years-old that she had a great body with a great rack. It's a guy thing, wondering about your girlfriend's adult daughters while imagining not only what it's like to be with them but also wondering if that is what your girlfriend looked like when she was their age. At first, as her future stepfather, I felt embarrassed for Ellen and had the reaction to run out and cover her tits with a towel, but then, as her mother's horny boyfriend, when I quickly got an erection, the sight of which would contradict my professed false modesty for my semi-naked girlfriend's daughter. It would be foolish of me to run up to her and cover her tits with a towel while my cock was totally stiff. Immediately, I reached down and started fondling my erection again while staring at Ellen's tits through the partially opened blind. My room was shaded by a palm tree and no one could see me standing there watching her. They were all positioned in the sun and even if they turned and looked directly at my window, they couldn't see me standing there leering. Then, I couldn't believe it when Ellen's two friends removed their bikini tops, too. What a vision to behold. Now, I figured I'd masturbate to the sight of 3 pair of firm, young tits and six, pink, puffy nipples. It was exciting to watch how they excitedly talked with their hands, as their tits bounced up and down and moved side to side with their laughter. I slowly stroked my cock to the movement of their beautiful tits. I love Californian girls, really I do. I couldn't remove my eyes from their tits. It had been twenty years, when I was in my twenties, since I've seen tits so young and so firm. Yeah, sure, I've seen plenty of tits on the Internet, but this was different. These tits were right there practically in my face, besides, it's more exciting to see the tits of women who you already know and/or just met than the tits of a stranger. My first impulse was to cut my nap short, grab my camera, and join everyone poolside, but I had just retired to my room not 10 minutes ago and I still had a raging erection, the sight of which would confess my real intentions. There was no way that I could walk around the pool area trying to act oblivious to their semi-nakedness while ogling and photographing their tits. Besides, from where I stood, I had a birds-eye view of their naked breasts and erect nipples. I could imagine the conversation I'd have with my girlfriend explaining why I cut my nap so short. "I thought you were going in for a nap, Paul?" "I did, Laura. That ten minute power nap did wonders for me," I'd imagined saying with feigned vigor. "I feel so rested. That was the best ten minute nap I ever had in my entire life. Oh, look, is that a condor," I'd say snapping off three quick pictures of Ellen and her two topless friends, as my girlfriend, her daughter, and her two friends looked futilely up at the sky for the non-existent bird. Besides, I couldn't believe the view I had from where I was. If I had asked the women to park themselves there, I couldn't have picked a better spot and a more advantageous angle from which to secretly ogle their tits while stroking my cock. This would have been surreal had it not been so real. I just love family reunions. Then, Ellen's 27-year-old sister, Christine, joined the three women and removed her bikini top. Are you kidding me? No way! This is too good to be true. I couldn't believe it. This just isn't happening. This is a dream come true. Be still my heart. I'll be jerking off over this for the rest of my life. Christine is a knockout, even pretty than her sister, taller, leggier, and more elegantly sophisticated looking and to see her tits was surreal. She has a rack and her tits are even better than Ellen's. Once, Christine stayed overnight at our house and the next morning she came downstairs in a low cut nightgown. As she descended the stairs, the morning sunlight from the window caught her just right and illuminated her nightgown making it nearly transparent. Stopping her right where she was, I engaged her in conversation, so that I could prolong my look of her wonderful, nearly naked body. There before my eyes, she appeared as if she was passing through an x-ray photo scanner at the airport or was standing in front of the light from the refrigerator in a darkened kitchen. As if she was naked, I saw every hidden curve of her and saw enough of her beautiful body to clearly see her trimmed patch of pubic hair and the outline of her tits and the dark circles of her nipples. Then, when she leaned over to fix her coffee and butter her toast at the counter, she gave me a great down nightgown view of her knockers. I stood there sipping my coffee and making light and polite conversation and acting very interested in everything she said while stealing furtive glances down the top of her open nightgown at her magnificent tits. How could she not know she was giving me a look of her tits? Was she flashing me accidentally or on purpose? I insisted she make herself at home and help herself to whatever food we had and she wanted hoping she'd make several trips to the refrigerator and reward me with another X-ray view of her body through the transparency of her nightgown. At that point, being so hot and horny for her, I would have thrown money in the refrigerator, if that would make her open the refrigerator door more and keep it open while she collected the cold cash, so that I could stare longer at her body through her transparent nightgown. The sight of her beautiful body that shown through her nightgown that day was erotically exciting and I masturbated over that image of her for months, while imagining removing her nightgown and imagining having my way with her. Then, when she gave me that down nightgown view, while she fixed her coffee and buttered her toast, I jerked off for months over partially seeing her tits, even though I never saw them in the way that I'm seeing them now. Now, in seeing her topless, in seeing every detail of her magnificent breasts, I'm having those same thoughts about her and her body again. I can't wait to masturbate over this sensational image of her fabulous body. Four young women, eight firm, proud tits, and eight, pink, puffy nipples, life is good. Hey, I'm no prude and I'm not a pervert either, as least, I don't think that I am, but to see four young topless women, two of which I have known for four years and lusted over, okay, and masturbated over, is more than erotically exciting. Then, add to that equation that two of the women are daughters of my girlfriend, well, what can I say? I'm having a tit holiday standing here enjoying the show. To say the least, this tit show was titillating and was all about tits. Every time they moved, talked, and/or laughed I was mesmerized by their big, bouncing boobs. I was straining my eyes looking from one set of tits to another set of tits and back again. Tits, tits, tits, and tits, I just love tits. Then, when I looked across the pool, I saw Laura in her white bikini. I wondered if it was see-through, once it was wet. She looked amazing. No wonder why it was such a surprise. No wonder she didn't want me to see it. She was showing a lot of skin, more skin than I've ever seen her show and as much skin as her daughter, Ellen, was showing. Laura looked hot and she made me hot looking at her. I couldn't wait to peel her bikini off and make love to her later while imagining that I was making love to her daughter, Ellen or to her daughter, Christine. Wicked I know for me to make love to one woman while imagining making love to another, especially when that other woman is her daughter, but that's what guys do. We are not only visual but also perverted in that regard. It blew my mind when my girlfriend reached around behind her and removed her bikini top, too. Are you kidding me? I couldn't believe she did that, but she did. She's not like that, but now she is. She's a prude, at least, she was and now she's not. Did she do that for the benefit of her ex-husband? Was she teasing him? Was she taking advantage of that fact that I was supposedly in my room napping and this was her opportunity to show everyone her tits and her new fit body? All the times I asked her to go topless at the beach, she never would. Now, here she is in full view of everyone, her brothers, her daughters' male friends, her mother's boyfriend, her ex-husband, everyone. My God, I'll be jerking off over this for years thinking about all the men in attendance ogling my girlfriend's tits, while I ogled everyone else's tits. Yet, even as excited as I was seeing Ellen's tits, Christine's tits, and Ellen's friends Linda and Kathy's tits, it was even more exciting to compare Laura's tits to her daughters' tits. I looked from Laura's tits to Ellen's tits to Christine's tits and back again. This was too good to be true. Comparing Laura's tits to her daughters' tits was something that I often wondered about while touching myself. I couldn't wait to get my girlfriend in bed with some hot pillow talk. I couldn't wait to find out what she was thinking and feeling while being topless in front of everyone. Did she feel sexy? Did she feel horny? How exactly did she feel exposing her breasts to everyone? Only, I'd have to be delicate when broaching the subject of seeing and wanting to discuss her daughters' tits. I mean, I didn't want her to think that her daughters' tits turned me on, even though I'm standing here stroking my cock at the sight of Ellen's and Christine's tits and the tits of Ellen's friends, too. To compound the excitement, my girlfriend was topless in front of everyone, too. I can't wait to ask her how she felt being topless in front of her brothers, her mother's boyfriend, her ex-husband, and the two young, male friends of her daughter Ellen. Did she get off exposing her body to all these men, including her bothers? I had no idea she was like that. To her, it may be just tits, but to me, tits were a big deal. Now, I was really excited. I looked over at Laura's brothers, her ex-husband Robert, Grandma Patty's boyfriend, Martin, and Linda and Kathy's boyfriend, Russell and Anthony. They were all looking over at Ellen, Christine, Linda, Kathy, and Laura's tits. Now, I really had an erection. Faster and faster I stroked my erection while staring at and watching ten tits bounce and jiggle in the sunlight. Laughing and talking with one another, the women were oblivious and mindlessly unaware that I was only a few feet away looking out at them through the partially opened blind while masturbating. It didn't take long for Robert's young trophy wife, Cynthia to remove her top, too. Be still my heart. It was immediately obvious that Cynthia had implants, but who cares? Perfectly symmetrical, they were spectacular tits, big and full with round areolas. Her tits stood as proud as any 18-year-old's tits. Even though she was a woman in her late thirties and Robert was a man in his fifties, the pig that he is, he's such a lucky bastard; I wished that I could spend some quality, intimate time with her implanted fun bags. Then, Susan and Maryanne, the wives of Laura's brothers, Jim and Larry, joined in the fun by removing their tops, too. This was an official tit fest and I was missing all the action. I imagined being in the pool with all these topless women and accidentally on purpose touching their tits while frolicking in the water with them. Grabbing them from behind to playfully lift them from the water, my hands accidentally on purpose were full with tits, tits, and more tits. Three Generations of Tits "Marco...Polo! Marco...Polo. Oh, I beg your pardon. Was that your tit? Sorry, I had my eyes closed. Marco...Polo! Darn, again, my apologies. You'd think I had a sixth tit sense in the way that I seem to touch your tits with every reach of my hand." Yet, from where I was hiding behind the partially opened blind while leering and jerking off to the sight of so many tits, I had the best view in the house. I mean, if I was out there, I'd have to sit at a distance and from across the pool to have not as good of a view, as I have now. Moreover, my obvious lustful and drool filled stares would surely be detected, if not suspected. Certainly, in the way that I was staring at their tits, I'd look so much like a terrorist than I would a perverted and horny boyfriend. Besides, I'd have to get dressed and I couldn't stroke myself, if I was out there staring at their tits. "What is Paul doing," I imagined Laura's mother asking her daughter. "Oh, don't look at him. He's sick," I imagined my girlfriend saying to her mother. "He's doing something with his hand. He's fixing something broken I think with all that quick hand movement," said Grandma Patricia. "Oh, for God's sakes, mother, he's masturbating over seeing my daughters' tits. Paul! Knock it off, you're embarrassing me," I imagined my girlfriend yelling over at me. "I'm almost done, Honey," I imagined missing a few strokes to wave back at her while assuring her that it will only be another few moments before I'll be cumming from staring at Ellen's and Christine's tits. Ridiculous I know, but this is the stuff that goes through guys' minds. My view was much better from where I was, than if I had been standing out back. From where I was, supposedly napping in my room, I could masturbate while rewarding my eyes with glorious tits, tits, tits, tits, tits, tits, tits, and tits. Eight sets of tits and sixteen nipples, I was a spectator in my personal topless tit contest. Feeling so much like the judge in a tit show, it was fun comparing the tits of eight women. Certainly, Cynthia had the best tits, but they were man made. Christine was next with Ellen third. Believe it or not, I rated Laura's tits better than Ellen's girlfriends, Linda and Kathy's tits and way better than the wives of her brothers, Susan and Maryanne. Even though all their tits sagged a little less than Laura's, as they were all younger than she was, their tits were not as shapely as Laura's tits. Laura, in my unbiased opinion, has great tits, especially when factoring in that she's 48-years-old. After seeing so many tits up close and personal, I'm beginning to be quite the tit connoisseur, if I say so myself. This was the first time I had met Susan and Maryanne and to examine their naked tits after seeing them dressed in their bikinis was amazing. Only, I couldn't believe my eyes when Grandma Patty removed her top, too. Oh, my God. This was surreal. I couldn't imagine this. I couldn't have this sexual dream in a million years. Standing there pulling my pecker, I couldn't believe that I was seeing the tits of Laura's mother, the grandmother of Ellen and Christine. For an old broad, Grandma Patty had a rack. Yeah, sure, they sagged a bit more than anyone else's tits, but I'd suck those big, brown nipples any day of the week. I imagined her sitting on my cock, bobbing up and down, while watching her big, saggy boobs bounce before reaching up and taking control of them with my hands. One not insensitive to family traditions and reunions, this was truly a historical site and one that I had to capture on film. There by the crystal blue, chlorinated water of the pool was three generations of tits. Nine women, eighteen tits, and eighteen nipples, I was so glad I agreed to accompany my girlfriend on this family outing. As much as I'm enjoying this reunion, now, I shall look forward to the next year's reunion hoping even more female family members will attend. This, without doubt, was the best day of my life, even better than that day at the mall when that woman caught her dress in the escalator and was practically stripped naked. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to get a closer look. I had to go outside and see these glorious tits up close. Perhaps, I could pretend to chat with my girlfriend while ogling everyone's tits. Yeah, I could get close, real close, then. Maybe, I'd try the condor trick and get them all to look up at the sky searching for the imagined big bird, while I ogled and snapped some quick candid photos of their tits. Maybe I could pretend that a celebrity just went by the house. "Oh, look, isn't that Brad Pitt?" I grabbed my camera and headed down to the pool. Only, when I got there, everyone was dressed in shorts and tops. What the Hell? When did they all get dressed? They were all just topless. I don't understand. How could they get dressed so quickly? I don't get it. "Paul," said Laura in her cool, detached voice and talking to me in the same exasperated voice she uses when talking to a difficult child. She was poised by the pool looking as if she was about to take a drag of a cigarette positioned in a long cigarette holder before speaking and using the same voice that she uses whenever I say or do something really stupid. Suddenly, I felt foolish. I felt she was going to say something to embarrass me in front of everyone. She's bitchy like that, at times. I don't understand why she gets like that and why she hurts my feelings like that in public. Sometimes, it makes her feel smarter or better than me to embarrass me in front of her friends. Now, I felt that she was about to embarrass me in front of her family by calling me on something that I obvious said or did without realizing. For some reason, everyone was staring at me and Ellen and Christine were even laughing at me. Grandma Patricia was clutching her chest. Russell and Anthony pulled Linda and Kathy away. Laura's brothers and their wives walked to the opposite end of the pool getting as far away from me as they could. Cynthia and Laura's ex-husband acted as if I didn't exist. "Yes," I said looking from Ellen and Christine to Linda and Kathy to Susan and Maryanne to Grandma Patty and Cynthia. They were all dressed, but how did they get dressed so quickly. My mind had been focused on tits and more tits, but they were all dressed. There weren't any tits to see. "This isn't that kind of a party." "What do you mean, this isn't that kind of party," I said with a snide laugh ready to challenge whatever she was about to say to me to make me feel bad about myself and to make me feel like the dumb guy that I really am. I wasn't about to put up with her belittling me and making me feel bad about myself or making me feel dumb. I was ready for her this time. I'm tired of her sometimes nasty attitude. This time, I'd say something back to her to belittle her. Yeah, I'd show her how it feels being belittled and being made to feel stupid. This time, I'm putting my foot down. This time I'm taking my stand. "Where are your clothes?" She caught me by surprise with her comment. "What? My clothes? What do you mean where are my clothes," I said putting my hand to my hip and feeling skin. She stared down at my cock waving in the breeze. It was then that I realized I felt a draft. I looked down and not only was I naked but also I had a huge erection, no doubt, received from my dream of dreaming of everyone's tits. "You're naked...and aroused." No shit! I was naked. I couldn't believe I was naked. How did I get naked? The last thing I remember is standing at the window masturbating while looking out at everyone's tits. Actually, I remember now. I went in my room to take a nap? I was so embarrassed, mortified actually, until I looked over and saw Grandma Patty giving me a wink and a smile while passing her tongue over her lips. No matter how embarrassed I was or pretended to be, I knew that my embarrassment wouldn't stop me from jerking off over this for years to cum, I mean, for years to come. "So?" I said, as if I knew I was naked. I figured that would put her on her heels. Only, she threw me out, as soon as we arrived home in New York from California. Nonetheless, I still masturbate to that dream. It was so real and Grandma Patty called me for a date Saturday night.