9 comments/ 130067 views/ 37 favorites Meet the Parents By: eroswizard Being a virgin from a religious southern home, Carla was naive about life with little knowledge of sexual matters when we met. Being ten years younger than I, she was awed by tales of my travels and life experiences when we were introduced and began dating. This eventually included sex. She enjoyed experiencing every aspect of love making which I slowly introduced her to. While her also newly married Southern Baptist friends complained about sex being "messy", Carla eagerly experimented in our bedroom. As examples she loved to suck my cock to orgasm swallowing every drop and learned to relax her lovely ass to fully enjoy anal sex. Carla and I had dated for over a year before we married. My sweet young bride had yet to meet my parents. Mom and Dad offered to pay for a honeymoon in Mazatlan where they had been planning a vacation. This provided us an opportunity for introductions on "neutral" ground, where Carla could feel more at ease. The plans of course provided for us to have our own room and plenty of time to ourselves. This was a concern for Carla, but not to me, as my parents had always given me plenty of space without interfering. Living in the South, we were about 2,000 miles from what I considered home. Still within the same country, we now lived in a whole different world and culture from what I knew growing up in the West. Carla's family in no way resembled mine. They habitually offered advice which approached judgment. Her childhood home lacked laughter and was prudish. Being one of eight children, she has said that she never saw any of them or her parents nude. This is significant in my mind in that they lived in a three bedroom house with one bath. My childhood was very different. My family was not nudists, but it was not uncommon to see each other nude. My mother was very calm not bothering to cover up when I would walk in on her bathing. At times she even wore sheer nightgowns, especially on special evenings such as Christmas Eve. One of my fondest Christmas memories was noticing through a red teddy, probably a present for or from my pop, that her pussy was completely shaved. My father was probably even more open with me. Over the years, from childhood to high school, seeing his big cock gave me a sense of hope to be so well hung. Having settled in to our duplex style beach cottage, Carla and I spent two of the three hours prior to my parents scheduled arrival swimming in the cool Pacific waters. The exercise helped to relax Carla, also allowing her plenty of time to shower and put on makeup before their arrival. While Carla showered, I heard a soft knock on the interconnecting door. My parents had arrived early. In the open doorway we hugged each other long and hard. It had been several years, we maintained a strange silence simply sharing hugs. Looking up from one such hug with my mother, I saw my father looking over my shoulder. I turned to see Carla had emerged from her shower standing completely naked with her head and face covered in a towel vigorously drying her hair. From within the towel, she asked "do you think your parents will like me?" I assured her that she would make a huge first impression as I escorted her back into the bathroom. While Carla continued to get dressed and ready in the bathroom, I confirmed dinner plans with mom. Returning to Carla, she was deeply distressed. The nerves which she was already suffering from became intense having just flashed hers. It was not easy assuring her that they probably had not seen anything, I new that had a very prolonged, up close look at everything, as Carla bent over, stood up, and turned in various directions. However, I was not lying when I assured her that they would not judge, "hell, I am very confident that Pop loved it and you earned his endearment for Life." Dinner was very pleasant. A couple of bottles of wine helped calm jitters. As Carla charmed my parents, I wondered if mom's permanent smile was being pleased with her new daughter or remembrance of her nude entrance. As we talked on, we slowly noticed that we were the lone remaining patrons in the restaurant. We slowly walked down the beach back to our bungalow. Carla embraced my parents in a hug as we said goodnight. Carla and I undressed and put on hotel robes before stepping out onto the ocean side deck. The deck had only minor privacy from my parent's side with a very small bamboo wall separating the two. We intentionally stayed back out of view from mom and dad's sliding glass door with our light out as we sat to talk. Carla so enjoyed the evening with my parents and declared that she had already fallen in love with both. Carla was in just such a happy mood, when we heard my parent's door open with them stepping out on the porch. They were as well in hotel robes, though they walked farther out than we had, sitting together on a fluffy love seat in direct view of us. Before we could announce our presence, Mom began their conversation with "So what do you think of our new daughter?" Both of them raved about how sweet, caring, and intelligent Carla is. They went on for quite some time singing her praises. Changing tone a bit mom asked "now, back to the question and what you know I was really asking?" Carla tensed, the tone sounded ominous. Mom opening her robe exposing her breasts clarified the intent. With a small laugh and touching each of mom's breast parts for emphasis, Dad slowly began a remembrance of Carla's "large, milky white breasts, so young and firm." "Her areolas were soft pale pink, puffy with youth, and nipples so beautifully hard just having stepped from the shower." He sounded erotically poetic. Looking at Carla, she sat frozen, afraid to move or breath, but her loosely tied robe betrayed that her nipple was once again hard, this time from excitement. Carla sat quietly holding my hand tightly as mom continued, "Did you notice how pretty her pussy is?" Dad had noticed indeed, "She is as beautiful as you ... pretty pink pussy lips with the loveliest labia, puffy and shaved smooth." "I used to love looking at and licking your smooth shaved pussy." Mom observed that she was not surprised to find Carla shaved as she could always sense my greater interest when I would discover her shaved. Dad pondered, "Why did you quit shaving your wonderful cunt?" Mom lead him back to their bungalow. As their door closed, Carla released the bundle of nerves she tried to hold together listening to her newly introduceds describe her beautiful assets in such adoring detail. Her mind was obviously spinning as she started a sentence complaining, "Can you believe he looked so closely at my pussy", but finished the same sentence "his cock got so big and hard while talking about me." I had not even noticed his cock was visible, apparently I was a bit busy staring at my mother. As Carla and I entered our bedroom we could hear my parents shower running. Our disrobing and climbing into bed coincided closely with theirs. We soon realized that our beds were only inches away from each other's. Words were indistinguishable, but every lustful moan, and spring squeak was clearly audible. As Mom and Dad's love making became increasingly passionate, Carla removed our covers climbing on top of me. Her sliding down onto my cock coincided with the newly introduced sound of their headboard slamming against our wall. Carla laid on top of me not moving intently listening to each and every of Mom's increasingly loud squeals. Carla began to quiver, her orgasm coinciding with both of my parents. I awoke just prior to the dawn in an otherwise empty bed. Carla was not in the restroom or on the Pacific side porch, nor the beach itself. Listening through the door, my parent's room was quiet. Dressed in my robe I stepped onto the back porch finding Carla in the hot tub with my parents. They called out to me to join them holding up their orange juice glasses inviting me to join them. Turning, I muttered something about getting my trunks. Their response of "don't bother" surprised me, which was soon compounded by Carla and mom sitting up revealing they were at a minimum topless. I soon was joining my nude family in the hot tub, though it was hot enough I sat on the edge. They were laughing and getting along amazingly well. Carla brought me up to date of their discussions revolving around wonderful stories about me growing up. My fears were confirmed with the first story. Carla turned to my mother asking, "so you had to wake him up every morning for school all the way through High school, go on please?" "Yes, as I was saying, he refused to wear pajamas, thus every morning I entered his room to his blankets kicked off and his penis on display as he slept. Morning by morning I experienced his maturing as he grew, as he was hard more and more frequently, as he began to grow hair, and even the time in jr. High when he and his best friend experimented in shaving themselves." Embarrassed with their conversation, my eyes tended to be looking down. I first noticed that sitting on the edge had me displaying the very penis of their discussion, worse it was beginning to get hard. I then became distracted noticing that Dad's cock was rock hard no longer staying beneath the water. His hard cock I had only seen once when I was not feeling well. I walked in on them making love. Rolling off of Mom, Dad carried me back to my bedroom and gave me pepto-bismal, all the while sporting a massive hard on. Even more astonishing, Mom's pussy was now clean shaven. The long shower was Mom shaving her pretty pussy after Pop had went on about how pretty Carla's shaved pussy was. No wonder Mom got fucked so hard last night. My thoughts were interrupted by Carla nudging me for a response. Mom's stories had been continuing and she restated, "I asked, at what point did you get as big as your Dad?" Carla as well restated "I think Dad is still bigger, just by a touch." When, oh when, did Carla start calling him Dad, and when did she so openly start looking at his penis? With encouragement, my father was soon sitting beside me while my mom and wife compared our cocks in minute detail. From that point in our vacation, our connecting door never closed, clothes were worn only in public, and no subject was off limits. This relationship continues as my parents visit at least once a year and we visit them at least once a year. In future stories I will chronicle Carla's continued evolution especially with my parents. Meet the Parents Special Thanks to Yoni Noni for editing my story! Thank you so much! * The car rolled to a stop in front of a large, brick mansion. I looked around as Jack ran around to open my door. The door clicked open, "I am so excited for you to meet my parents." Jack had told me a little about his family. He came from old money. His father had been an investment banker, as his grandfather before him, and had to retire early due to an accident that had left him paralyzed from the waist down. His mother was an heiress that travelled more often than stayed home. As Jack got my luggage out of the trunk, I did a slow turn to take in the scenery. The estate was gorgeous. Tall trees lined the driveway and beautiful flowers lined the front of the house. Jack and I had met at work. Jack followed in his father's footsteps and went into investment banking. Their company had met with my firm to help draw up some contracts. I was the lawyer in charge of their case. After the case had ended, Jack asked me out to dinner, and we found that we had mutual interests. Together, Jack and I went through their foyer into their house. "Jack, my darling boy!" A beautiful woman came down the staircase. As she hugged Jack, the elevator off to the side of the stairs dinged. The man who wheeled out was a handsome, older gentleman. "Mom and Dad, this is Anna-Maria." Jack stated with a smile. "Oh, Jack, she is beautiful." His mother turned to me. "Anna-Maria, welcome to our home. It is so nice to finally meet you, please call me Monica." Monica leaned in and embraced me. Monica gestured to the man in the wheelchair and said in a bored voice, "And this is Richard, my husband." Richard gave me a long gaze and finally reached out a hand, "Anna-Maria, nice to meet you." "It is nice to meet you also Monica and Richard. You have a beautiful home," I said smiling as the nerves in the pit of my stomach threatened to spill out. "Jack, why don't you bring the luggage up to your rooms, while we go wait for you out on the terrace?" Monica gave a meaningful glance to Jack. "I placed Anna-Maria on the opposite end of the towers from your bedroom. I will hear you if you try to sneak into her rooms." I felt a blush creeping up my face. Jack smothered a laugh! "Yes, mother." As Jack left with our luggage, I turned to follow Monica though their home. I felt a strong gaze on me. I looked behind me and encountered Richard's eyes roaming down from the back of my head to the bottom of my heels. I felt a flush spreading through my body. Richard looked up and caught my eyes with his own. He didn't look the least bit guilty to have been caught ogling his son's girlfriend. I quickly turn my head back to Monica. "So my dear, tell me a little about you." Monica asked as we sat down. Richard wheeled right up to my right. "I am 26 years old and am a lawyer at the Prescott firm in the Chicago area. I help to look over small business contracts. That's actually how I met Jack." "Oh really. Well, my Jack is a momma's boy. He must really like you to have you meet both of us. He almost always never dates anyone unless he has my approval." Monica said slyly into her cup of tea. "What? This is why I am meeting his mother? I knew he was a momma's boy...but to only date girls his mother approves of?" I thought to myself as my anger at Jack began to simmer inside me. "Well, I think you're a beautiful woman with a good head on her shoulders." Jack said as he sipped his cup of coffee. "What is taking Jack so long?" Just as the thought crossed my mind, Jack came out with a beautiful blond at his side. Jack laughed at something the blonde said. As they both came towards us, I recognized her as one of Jack's old girlfriends. "Monica, thank you for inviting me to join you guys." The blond said. Monica smiling stood up and kissed the blond on the cheek. "Anna-Marie, please meet Clarissa." Clarissa held out her hand. I reached up to clasp her hand in a firm shake. "She is a close friend of the family." Jack pulled up a chair on my left and kissed my cheek. "Hi sweetheart, how's everybody doing?" He asked the whole table. Monica sipped her cup of tea, "Oh, you know, just small conversations here and there." I sipped my tea in silence as the conversation swarmed around me. As I listened to the conversation, I felt a gentle pressure on my knee. Slowly caressing my knee and teasing up the length of my thigh and pushing up my skirt in the process. I had my legs crossed, so I uncrossed my legs to give Jack's hand a little more space to play. His hand slowly continued to inch up my skirt. I soon felt that hand at the edge of my lace underwear, slowly inching towards my slit. I caught my breath as the hand slowly moved under the lace and towards the center. I spread my legs wider under the table to give him more room. His hand slowly slid under the lace and I felt a probing finger as the conversation continued around us. I could feel my arousal on my panties, especially knowing that soon that hand was going to steal into me. As Jack threw back his head to laugh, it was then that I noticed both of his hands were holding onto his coffee cup. I froze as the hand in my panties continued to probe and touch me. I held my breath and looked to my right at Richard. He only had his right hand on the table top. He stole a glance in my direction. Right as we made eye contact, he slid two fingers deep inside me. I clenched. At that point, I closed my legs in an effort to slow Richard down and to pull his thick fingers out of me. Closing my legs did nothing to deter Richard, as the conversation swirled around us. Richard slowly moved his fingers inside me, in and out. His thumb applying a gentle pressure on my clit. I couldn't help but slide my legs open. It felt so good. My body felt like it was on fire. I could feel the throbbing that would only go away by coming. The wetness on my panties and on his hand made me even hotter. As soon as my legs fell open, Richard gazed at me. His gaze slid down my form. The path that his eyes traced left my body in a throbbing mess. His pressure on my clit intensified as his fingers started thrusting faster and faster. I indiscriminately started to thrust my hips in tune with his fingers. "What do you think Anna-Maria?" I looked up into three expectant faces peering at me. Richard's fingers continued to speed up. I felt the pressure building in me, knowing that I was close to coming. 'I can't think with your dad's fingers inside me." I thought wildly to myself. "What do you think about the fishing season this year?" Richard repeated. He smiled at me, he knew I was close. He increased the pressure on my clit. I could have groaned. I knew it was wrong, that I should have said something to make him stop...but it felt so good. "Umm..." I tried to think straight, "I am not much of a fisher woman, but I think it will be a good season." The pressure exploded below as I convulsed around his fingers and into his hand. The pressure on my clit gentled, almost as if Richard was milking me for all it was worth. "Are you alright babe?" Jack asked with concern. "You look a little flushed." "Oh, sweetie, it must be the sun. I heard the sun is very rough on redheads." Monica piped in. "Oh! I am fine Jack...like Monica said, must be the sun." I said breathlessly. Jack, Monica, and Clarissa turned back to their conversation about fishing. Right as they turned their attention a way for me, I felt Richard slide his hand out and reached out to take a sip of water. His left hand came out from under the table. He turned, held my gaze and mockingly threw me a smile as he licked his left forefinger and middle finger. That sight made me clench my legs together as I start to throb below again. My body telling me I was ready for another round. As the day headed towards evening, I got more nervous. "What just happened?" I asked myself over and over again. "I just let my boyfriend's dad finger fuck me...." These thoughts kept rolling around my head all evening until Jack showed me to my room. "How are you holding up?" Jack asked as we stood outside my door. "Well, your dad just about finger fucked me to death..." was probably not the right thing to say. "It went well. Your mother makes me nervous." I said to Jack. "She likes you babe." Jack replied. As I leaned in to kiss him goodnight, he stopped me. Jack looked a little sheepish, "No kissing or anything while we are here. Those are my Mother's rules." I looked at him with disbelief. "Just one little kiss," I leaned in again. Jack's hands came to my shoulders, and looking sheepishly at me. "I really can't Maria. It's my mother's rules. I always follow her rules." Momma's boy.... Trying to get back in my good graces, Jack showed me where the library was. "I know how you like your books." I stood in awe, there were books everywhere, from the floor to ceiling, and from side to side. "I can tell you want to spend some time here. I am exhausted so I am going to head to bed babe." Jack gave me one last hug before going out the door leaving it wide open. This was everything I dreamed a home library would be. A huge fireplace with a large couch in front of the fireplace and nice, great big windows to let natural light in or to view the stars at night, as I did now. I wandered until I found a book I wanted to read and curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace. As I read my book, thoughts of the day went through my mind. I haven't see Richard since this afternoon. He missed dinner with us because he was still doing physical therapy. How did I let that happen? I thought about his strong fingers inside me, the pressure of his thumb on my clit. As these thoughts went through my mind, I felt my panties getting wet and my clit starting to throb. I tried to focus on my book again. As I read, I felt myself getting drowsy. I must have fallen asleep; because I started to dream... ...the hand cupped me and grounded against my clit. I let out a low moan in appreciation. I reached down to grab the hand, to guide it into me. I heard laughter, as a hand reaches to pull mine away. He has large hands, for he holds both of my hands in one as the other continues to grind itself against me. A finger probes searchingly. "Is this what you want?" I hear a faint voice ask. "Yes, harder...please." I gasped out. The finger slides in and I jolt awake. Richard is next to me on the couch, with my skirt pushed up, and my lace panties pulled down to mid-thigh. I jerkingly grab for his hand, I could feel that it was slick with moisture. "Stop!" I whispered looking at the door, which was closed. "Are you sure Anna-Maria?" Richard growled in my ear. "A minute ago you were just telling me to do this harder." As to emphasize this, he inserted a second finger to that first one, and gave me one deep thrust. I clench my legs together in an attempt to stop him. "This is wrong. Stop. I am your son's girlfriend." I pleaded even though my body was begging for release. Richard brings his mouth to my ear, I could feel him panting as he continues to thrust his fingers into me and grind the palm of his hand on my clit. "I don't see you as my son's girlfriend...I see you as an available, fuckable woman." At the word fuckable, I come around his fingers and I moan. "That's right, babe. Come for me. Come and so I can taste you." I feel the tremors go through my body as my legs fall apart helplessly. I glanced up at Richard to see him smiling. His hand continued to slowly stoke my pussy. I look at him helplessly. "What do you want from me?" I whispered. His hand scales up from my pussy to my abdomen, and over my shirt covered chest. "I want everything." He whispered. I shiver at these words because I haven't even given Jack everything...and yet his father was asking for the one thing I have withheld from Jack. "But first, let's start off with your clothes. Take them off now." "No." I reply. Richard looks at me with a knowing smile as his hand slowly glided under my shirt towards my breast. I catch my breath. My breasts were begging to be touched now. I felt my nipples at hard little points against my lacy bra. Richard kept his gaze on me. His wheelchair was up against the coffee table. How he made it across to the couch, I have no idea. His thumb was tracing little circles on my abdomen, slowly inching towards my chest. I made a little sound of distress. I just wanted those hands on me. "You know what you have to do to get my hands on you." Richard smiled wickedly. I looked at the bulge in his pants and knew what I needed to do but hesitated. "I can't. You are my boyfriend's father." Richard's other hand slowly crawled up my leg towards my throbbing pussy. "My son must not be fucking you correctly if I got you off at the table surrounded by people." I glanced away at this. Richard paused at everything and grabbed my chin to turn me to face him. "...Unless he hasn't fucked you yet?" Seeing the truth on my face, he crushed his mouth to mine. I groaned. Richard bit my lip, and then continued to suck on it. I grab onto his shoulder, unsure if I want to pull him closer or push him away. He pushes on my chin and opens my mouth to him, and thrusts his tongue against mine. "Hmmm. You taste just like honey. Give me your tongue." I obediently follow his command. He takes my tongue and suckles it. His open mouth kiss makes my toes curl. Jack is a gentle kisser. His father on the other hand is an aggressive man who knows what he wants. He pulled away and surprised me by standing up and walking to the door. Richard's gaze met mine as he slowly turned the lock on the door. "I thought you couldn't walk!" "That's what I want people to believe. I have been able to walk for the past year and half. Ever heard of keeping your friends close but your enemies closer? That's what I am doing by pretending that I need my wheelchair." As Richard walked towards me, he unbuckles his belt. "We can't do this. Your son, wife...someone might hear or see us." I said trembling. A part of me afraid of what I might be considering and the other part...excited. Richard shakes his head as he walked towards me and slides down his pants, revealing the large bulge in his boxers. "You really must have never spent the night with my son. If you did, you would know that like his mother, he takes Ativan to sleep. Knocks them both out. A tornado can come through and wouldn't wake them...now get up and take off your clothes." I glance up at Richard. "This is a one-time thing only." I turn and sit up on the edge of the couch. Richard comes to stand in front of me having taken off his pants. The bulge in his boxers is at my eye level. He reaches a hand to my chin. "Anna-Maria, I am going to fuck you tonight...and whenever I want to." He reaches for my arms and pulls me up. Richard is about 6'1" and is a handsome man for someone that is 55 years old. He leans down towards me and places his lips on my neck. My head rolls to the side to give him better access. His lips move up my neck to my face to each corner of my mouth. My arms encircle his neck. I feel his hands at my waist. His mouth is a breath from mine when I decide to take control. Richard makes me feel naughty...makes me want to do things. I feel like I will let him do anything to me. I push him away from me. Hands on his waistband, I slide down his boxers and turn him to sit on the couch. I look at him. His cock is large and engorged. I don't know how he kept up his charade of being a paralyzed man. His physique is phenomenal. His eyes became dark with need for me. I could tell from the deep breaths he took and the flush on his face. I turned to face him with the fire blazing behind me. I slowly reached under my skirt to slowly peel off my underwear. When I had it off I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. I waved my underwear under his nose. He made my pussy throb when he slowly inhaled my scent. He grabbed my hips and grounds his erection into my slit, but not sliding into me. I gasp. It sent lightening shocks throughout my body. That thick ridge...I want it inside me. I slowly thrust my hip against his erection. "Ohh, Richard, you feel...fabulous." I kept my gaze on him as I continued to slowly thrust my hips. Richard reaches up to grab my hair and opens his mouth over mine. He trusted his tongue into my mouth, imitating what he would like to do with his dick. I broke away from the kiss. I reached for my blouse and lifted it over my head. I threw it behind me somewhere, not caring where it landed. His eyes are on my breast. I reached behind my red lace bra to unhook it. Richard slid his hands up my arms to my straps and slowly lowered them down my arms. I looked down. My pink nipples are hard little points...waiting to be sucked on. Richard carelessly threw my bra off to the side and slid his hands up my chest and cupped my breasts as I continued to move against him. Slowly caressing me Richard asked, "What do you want me to do?" Damn him, he's going to make me tell him. I licked my lips and saw his eyes shoot to my lips. "I want your mouth on my breasts. Hard." His lip slowly trailed down my neck. I felt his breath on my nipples and they pucker even harder. His hands caressing my nipples...I couldn't concentrate. Finally, his lip closed around my nipple and I arched up against Richard. "Hmmmm. More Richard, suck them harder. Play with them." I encouraged him. The velvet touch of his tongue on my breast made me pant. I moaned as his gentle suckles turn harder. Richard moved from my right breast to suckle my left breast. He palmed my unattended breast as he suckled the other one. I could feel myself on his cock, wet and ready to be taken. My body felt like it was burning up in flames. "Richard!" I cried out as I come on his cock. Richard continued to stroke my nipples with his velvet tongue. Richard looked up into my face as I come. He stood up effortlessly and walked to lay me on top of the coffee table. I lay spent in front of him, chest heaving, and my pussy opened to his gaze. "Are you on the pill?" I want him inside me. "Yes." I tell him and open my legs wider, getting ready to welcome him in. He knelt in between my legs and ran a finger down the little airplane strip of red hair and down my slit and licks that same finger. "I told you I was going to taste you." I saw Richard bend down and felt his velvet tongue glide into my center. I grabbed on to his hair and thrust myself onto his mouth in encouragement. He glided up to suckle my clit and slid two fingers into me. Our movements were becoming synchronized; him, thrusting his fingers hard into me, and I, thrusting my hips onto his fingers. The coffee table was sturdy, but creaked with our frenzied movements. At this point I didn't care who heard or saw us. I just needed....Richard. "Richard, please..." I begged. "What do you want, Anna-Maria? Tell me." Richard said against my clit. "I want you to fuck me. Now!" I answered breathlessly. Richard's eyes bore into mine. His face is flushed; he too appeared to be trying to catch his breath. He pulled me right up to the edge of the coffee table and positioned his cock right at my opening. I could feel him; hard and soft at the same time. "Richard, please...now." I pleaded. Richard grabbed my knees and wrapped them around his waist and thrust right into me. We both let out satisfying groans. He was finally inside me; his thick cock filling my channel. He leaned over me to wrap my hair in his hands. This caused him to thrust deeper into me and I wrap my legs around him tighter. He started to slowly thrust into me. He was large and filled me. "Ohh, please Richard." I said as he moved into me repeatedly. "You like that babe? You want more?" Richard asked as he continued to thrust into me. I tightened my legs and clenched my pelvic muscles in time with his thrusts. Meet the Parents He looked into my face, and leaned in and kissed me. "Open your mouth." I did as he commanded and am rewarded. His tongue thrust into my mouth in sync with his thrusts into me. He started to thrust harder, my breast bouncing. He continued to pound into me as he leaned down and put his mouth on my nipples. My hands came up to cradle his head to my breasts; encouraging him to suckle me. His mouth on my breast was about send me over the edge. He suckled them harder and faster. "Richard, harder. Please harder." His hips speed up. I dug my heels into his buttocks. He reached a hand in between us and rubbed my clit. "I am almost there, harder." He grabbed my ass him his large hands and gives me three hard pumps and I exploded. I clenched around his dick as he continued to pump into me; tremors running through my legs. Richard groaned as he gave me another three hard pumps and comes into me. His weight falls onto on the coffee table. I trailed my fingers down his sweaty back and down his buttocks. My nipples are still hard and in his mouth. Both our chests are heaving. Realization just sunk in. I just got fucked by my boyfriend's father....and it was wonderful. Richard lifted his head. "I told you anytime I want to, I am going to fuck you." I looked at him. "You tell me when," I answered. At these words I felt him go hard inside me. He pulled out, turned me on my knees with my hands on the coffee table. Richard said one word. "Now," and thrust inside me as I cried out in ecstasy. Meet the Parents Ch. 02 At some point as teenagers or our early entry into adulthood, most of us experience relatives embarrassing us by regaling tales of our childhood. The story of when you decided to go streaking at the age of three. You remember, the exact time when your mother was having the new preacher's wife over for a tea party? How about the time you took your mother's vibrator to school for show and tale? They may even have pictures of your cute little bare butt running around the Christmas tree. If your parents are of the open sort, the pic may even be full frontal with your little tally-whacker flapping in the breeze. Was my current situation just as normal? I was certainly more than a bit embarrassed. But if it was simply embarrassment, why was my cock getting so fucking hard? Sitting in the hot tub of a beach bungalow in Mexico, my mother was telling my lovely new wife about my childhood. Just the day prior my wife, Carla, had met my parents for the first time. They had got to see all of her stepping from the shower. She apparently was not expecting an audience, especially my parents. She certainly seemed to be recovering from her embarrassment. My parents were putting her at ease as we all sat in the warm soothing waters, in all our glory, listening to R rated stories about little Tommy (me). Looking back, I know my parents were trying to help my wife to relax and forget about her awkward introduction. However, I also think that they got into the moment as the humorous tales crossed into erotic. My mother's stories often brought back memories that I had long forgotten. Memories of bathing with my mother or my older sister were shared. Mom talked of how she would set up an assembly line when my cousins would come to visit. My sister and I along with our three cousins would be stripped and gathered into the bathroom naked by my aunt. My mother would climb into the bath, one be one each of us would join her for our bath. We would then be dried and set free to run around the house naked until bedtime. I added my remembrances to each of the stories as well. Until this point, mom had not been aware that this time of running around prior to bed was a time for us cousins to explore each other and play doctor. Other games included Jeff, the cousin who was my age and the only other boy, would always try to touch mom's breasts while in the bath. He would tell me ahead of time what his plan was and challenge me to do so also. "Yes, the horny little shit." Was Mom's response, she knew of his plan and would foil it each time. She would also compound his frustration, making sure that he saw me touch her breasts. She went on to recount how my Cousins were not allowed to be nude in their own home. Apparently our house was a place of experimentation for them. Mom thought it was partially due to her Sister, my Aunt, having a crush on my Dad. Mother would tease her about my little cock being significantly bigger than her Son's. The point of the tease would be when Mom would describe Dad's cock in detail suggesting it was inherited. Mom's entertaining of Carla continued story after story. I must have really been a horny kid. She heard about the time that I accidently walked in on them making love. She also heard about the time that I snuck out of the house, naked, to look through their window hoping to catch Mom undressing or bathing. While Mom was undressing, Dad went into my room and closed the window. I had to knock on the door, while completely naked, to be let back in. As the stories continued on, Carla especially found amusing the time that I crashed my bike into the garage wall, racking myself in the process. Running into the house crying, I pulled my pants down demanding that Mom kiss it to make it better. As an afterthought, mom added "certainly takes after his Father." Dad heartily agreed; "his Mother could definitely kiss it and make it feel better. Dana has always been wonderful in the blowjob department. Best part is that she really loves and gets into sucking cock." In an effort to deflect being uncomfortable, Carla looked towards me; "Must be why you try to get me to suck your cock. Did you know your Mother was so good at blow jobs?" All were shocked when I answered, "Had a pretty good idea." I was now in the driver's seat with Mom and Carla listening to my stories. I found a metal box which had a few Polaroid pictures of my sexy Mom. Over the years I checked back regularly, watching the stash grow. In many of them, Mom was sucking on Pop's cock. She seemed to be enjoying herself, he looked ecstatic. One of my favorite had my Father's cum dripping down my Mother's chin. Carla slowly broke the silence. "Do you really like giving blow jobs?" She went on confessing that she has never sucked a cock. "I tell him it would be gross, actually I am scared because I do not know what to do. How do you know what to do? How do you make him cum?" My Mom took charge as only a Mother can do. Having been herded into their bedroom, I was soon sitting on the edge of my Parent's bed with Carla kneeling between my legs. My cock was firmly in Mom's hand while she tutored Carla. My Mother pointed out the sensitive areas and described in great detail various techniques. Soon Carla was trying the different suggestions as Mom encouraged and continued to guide. Carla was more than a little shy, it did not help that my Dad was watching closely also. I am sure more out of lust at watching his hot young daughter than for education sake. Mom had Carla move over. My still sexy Mother began licking and sucking my cock: "watch closely, ... see how my tongue followed the length of the vein?" Mom certainly was an expert. Even if it had started as a small demonstration, Mom was soon directly between my legs with the demonstrations becoming longer and very intense. I did not see how or when it had happened but Carla was between Dad's legs following Mom's lead lick by lick, stroke for stroke, sucking Pop's cock. As Carla looked up listening to Mom's next instruction, I could see lust in her eyes, her hand quivering as she continued stroking his cock. Dad interrupted the instruction, taking charge at this point, pulling Carla back down on his cock. He began instructing or more so encouraging her. I likewise pulled Mom down onto my cock. Mom is absolutely remarkable. Her actions were smooth and graceful. Her licking blended seamlessly with sucking. One moment she was teasing the head of my cock with her tongue the next her lips were pressed against it's base with the head buried deep in her throat passed her tonsils. With extreme effort I opened my eyes, I wanted to see my sweet loving Mom suck my hard cock. It was so worth the effort, her actions were like a ballet, so graceful. She was never more beautiful. How could she smile so pretty, radiating pride, full of joy, all with my cock fucking her pretty mouth? From the corner of my eye I could see Carla becoming a gifted cock sucker under Dad's care. She had quit thinking, quit following Mom's step by step instruction. Now, she was just doing, acting out of hunger, in pure lust. My father's praise and encouragement had also become lust. "That's the girl, lick around the head," was replaced with "Suck Daddy's cock, Taste my cum, swallow, swallow my sweet little Daughter." She looked up with a smile as cum dripped down her chin. Images of my Wife and my Mother blurred. Both so pretty, but at that moment it was my Mother who was hungrily sucking my cock. She moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. Could Mom be cumming just by sucking my cock? The thought was erotic, but was rapidly erased by the amazing feeling of her hand pulling gently on my balls while deep throating my entire cock. Through barely open eyes I watched Mom milking the cum all the way up from my balls. I could hear my moans, my utterances, barely distinguishable from My Fathers. "Oh Mom, kiss my cock, make it feel so much better!" My Fingers were intertwined in her hair as I fuck my Mom's mouth. My ass rising up off the bed, pushing my cock deeper into her throat. On cue, her finger slid into my ass sending streams of cum into her mouth and down her throat. Was that my voice almost screaming? "My cum Mommy, my cum, Mommy, Mommy!" I could feel her body move up on top of mine. Opening my eyes, I see that picture from my youth of my Mother smiling with Pop's cum on her chin, I see my Wife with Pop's cum on her Chin, I see my Mom with MY cum on her chin. Meet the Parents Ch. 02 As I woke up to the sun in my face I thought of the previous night with Richard. How many times he made me come. I didn't get back to my own bed until well over 2 AM. I closed my eyes and remembered Richard's hands as they ran lightly over my body, of his cock thrusting into me, of the things I begged him for. Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door. I got up, grabbed my robe which was slung over a chair and opened the door up to Monica. "My dear, lots of activities planned for today! Get up and come down for some breakfast. We will head out into the golf course." I felt my face flush has I remember her husband's mouth on me, slowly sucking and licking at times; but rough and hard at other times. "Yes, Monica. I was just about to get up." I replied and closed the door as Monica walked off. "How am I going to get through this day?" I thought to myself. I walked into my bathroom and got ready for the day. Jack, Monica, and Richard were already seated at the dining table as I walked into the dining room. Each one of them had a cup of coffee and a breakfast plate in front of them already. I walked over to Jack, gave him a kiss on the cheek and sat down. "Morning sweetie, how did you sleep last night?" asked Jack. I felt Richard's gaze on me at the question. I felt my heart speed up, and my palms start to sweat. "I slept just fine. How did you sleep, honey?" I asked, hoping I sounded calm. Jack leaned in and kissed my cheek. "I slept like a baby. Nothing woke me up." Jack shot me a smile and started to fill a plate for me. "Eat. We are going to head out to the golf course today. Get your game face on sweetie." As breakfast came to an end, Jack and Monica stood up. "Babe, we are going to go get the carts ready. I will ride with Mom today, and you partner up with Dad today. He told me he wanted to get to know you a little better." I felt her mouth go dry. "How much more does he want to get to know me? He knows more than you do Jack." I thought to myself as Jack and Monica walked away. I tried ignoring Richard, but could no longer when he wheeled himself around to my right. "I am glad you slept well last night. I slept just as well." Richard whispered to my ear. "I had great dreams as well. Dreams of your legs wrapped around me and you screaming as you came apart in my arms." Richard slowly ran his hand up and down my back. "Stop it. That was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened." I whispered furiously to Richard. "Babe, it was a mistake the first time. All the times after that...well, it was because you wanted it, just has much as I did." I shook my head in denial. Richard just calmly gazed at me with a small smile. "You hate yourself right now because you enjoyed it. You enjoyed me taking you...making you come. You can tell yourself whatever you want to, but all those times I fucked you through the night, it wasn't because it was a mistake...it was because we both wanted it...just like you want this again." Richard's hands are on my face, holding me in place as he kisses me. His tongue slowly teasing at the lips that I have clamped, trying to find an entry into my mouth. He applies gentle pressure on my chin, and I feel my lips open up under his. His tongue enters my mouth sliding up against my own. My heart accelerates in my chest. I hear myself moan as my hands come up to his chest, I feel myself lean in and accept his tongue as he continues to thrust it into me. Richard pulls away first, his hands still on my face. "There will be more of that. We should head out to the golf carts before they start wondering where we are." My heart still beats rapidly in my chest. I stand up and follow Richard out to where Jack and Monica are. I see that Richard's golf cart is a little bigger due to the enhancement that enables his wheelchair to exit and enter the cart. "Babe, you okay with driving my Dad's golf cart?" Jack asks as we walk up to them. "Yes, of course. It still drives just like any other cart right?" I asked. "Yep. Just like any other cart. We will try for 12 holes. Sounds like it might storm this afternoon." Monica answered has we all look up to the sky. The morning had started out nice and sunny, but now appeared to have storm clouds. "Are we sure we want to go out in this?" I asked, a little worried that we might get caught in the storm. "It will be fine. If it starts to rain, we can just head back." Richard said. Every nodded in agreement and got into the golf carts. We head out to the golf course in their back yard. It will never cease to amaze me how large their house is. One could get lost out here, and you might never find them. We started our game and got to the 8th hole before I start to feel some rain drops on me. "I guess that's our sign that we should call it a day." Jack said looking up at the sky. "We can finish this game later this week." Monica nodded in agreement. As I wait for Richard to get situated in the golf cart I hear Jack, "Mom and I are going to head back first. Follow after us when Dad gets in the golf cart babe. We are going to go make sure the other golf carts are put away in the garage." I nodded. Monica and Jack drive off first leaving me and Richard alone. As soon as Richard locks his wheelchair in, I start the cart off in the direction the Monica and Jack drive off, but the rain starts to really pound down. I am so focused on driving that when I hear the first thunder, I complete jerk the wheel. "Sorry, Richard, that spooked me a little bit." I apologized. "That's fine. Give me the walkie-talkie." Richard replied with a smile. As I hand him the walkie-talkie, he presses a button. I hear Jack come on. "Hey Dad, what's holding you guys up?" Jack asked. "Anna-Maria is just driving really slowly, she got spooked by the thunder my boy." Richard replied. "I am thinking since we are still quite a ways out, we might go to the hunting lodge for shelter until the storm passes." I feel a knot in my stomach at this suggestion. I look over to Richard and his eyes focuses straight ahead of him. "That would not be a bad idea, Dad. It might be safer. The rain is really pouring now." Jack answers. "Alright, that's the plan then Jack. Anna-Maria and I will head out to the hunting lodge and be back when the storm passes, over and out." Richard hands me back the walkie-talkie and clip it in place trying to focus on the terrain. "Head right over there towards those trees. You will see a road as soon as we reach those trees." I turn the golf cart to where Richard points. In approximate 5 minutes, we are at a small cabin with an attached garage. As I pull up to the garage, the door automatically opens. "We have sensors in the golf carts that automatically trigger the doors to open as we pull up." Explains Richard as I pull into the garage. I put the cart in park. "Come on, you must me cold. You close are all wet." Richard gets out of the cart. "No longer hiding that from me, huh?" I ask him as I follow him into the small cabin. "No need to." Richard replies as he turns on the light and turns the thermostat up. I walk over to the sofa and sit down. Richard walks around sits beside me. I shiver. We are alone, once again and I think of the promise he said to me the night before, about fucking me anytime he wanted to and my agreement. "Take off your clothes." Richards whispers quietly as he looks at me. I swallow. "Was I really going to do this? Start this affair with Jack's father?" I thought to myself. I stood up and walk to a window to put some distance between us. "No, we can't do this. Not to Jack. I am with Jack." I say to Richard. Unsure of who I was trying to convince, him or myself. I see Richard's reflection in the window has he walks up behind me. I feel his lips on my neck. Feather light kisses that have me clenching my thighs together. "What did I say last night? I don't see Jack's girlfriend." I feel his arm slide around my waist and my back up against his front. I feel his hard erection at my back. "I see a fuckable woman, whom I desire very much." I moan. Richard continues to kiss my neck as one hand comes up to my breast and the other cups my mound. "I know you want me to. I can tell..." Richard whispers into my ear. For a few minutes, there is only silence. Richard continues to massage my breast and grinds his hand against my mound. I feel myself getting wet. I grab his hand at my mound and grind it against me harder. "What do you want Anna?" Richard licks a path from my shoulder up to my neck, to my ear and sucks it into his mouth. My whole body clenches. My body is burning, yearning for release. I hear myself breathing...rapid breaths. I know that I am close. I turn around so that I am facing Richard. His eyes are dark as he is looking down at me; I lean up and offer him my mouth. Richard crushes me against me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth and sucking on my tongue. I feel his hands go to my ass and pull me up against him. My legs automatically open to accommodate his hard dick up against me. "Mmmm, Richard, take me. I want you." I moan against his lip. My hand slides down his chest to his erection. It is large and ready. Richard ushers my legs around his waist, picks me up and starts walking. I feel myself being lowered. My back comes into contact with a soft surface. I look around and see that we are in a bedroom. Richard stands back up and starts sliding out of his t-shirt, next his pants come off. I see there is bulge in his boxers. I close my eyes. "I can't believe I am going to do this again." I think to myself. "Open your eyes. I want you to look." I open my eyes to see Richard sliding his hands under my t-shirt. "You are so beautiful." His hands slide up my abdomen to rest just under my breast. "What do you want, ,my sweet Anna." Richard whispers as he pushes up my shirt. I move against him, trying to goad him into action. As if he reads my mind, I feel him smile against me as he rains small kisses around my abdomen, "You're going to have to tell me if you want something. I am not just going to give it to you like last night." I take a deep breath, "I want your mouth on me...everywhere." Richard raises his eyebrows. "And what next?" His hands finally move up to my breast. Gently squeezing and molding them to his hands. "What else?" "Mmm, more." I say. "What else, Anna?" Richard slides one of his hands to rest on my clit and I make a sound of distress and frustration. Richard laughs. "What else do you want?" I open my eyes to look at Richard. The color his high on his face and his eyes are dark with desire. "I want you to fuck me. Fast and hard." At these words, I see Richard's face change, no longer controlled. He pulls me up and helps me take off my shirt and unclasps my bra. As soon as my breasts are freed, Richard pushes me back on the bed, his mouth immediately aiming for my breast. I feel his mouth on my breast. His mouth warm and moist. He starts to suck at my breast like a dying man who has not had a woman for some time. I rock against his leg that he has positioned at my cleft. Richard moves over to my other breast and continues to suck. "Take your pants off. Now!" Richard commands as he pulls back from my breast. He grabs me and pulls me up and has my pants off before I can even help him. "On your knees on the bed." Richard looks at me. My legs are shaky...unsteady. I turn and get on my knees with my ass towards him. "What a beautiful ass." Richard compliments. I feel the bed dip has Richard climbs up behind me. I lift my ass in anticipation. Richard slides a hand from my back down my hip and slides right into my cleft. "Yes. Yes, Richard. Just like that." I exclaimed I as feel his hands start to move against my clit. I feel Richard behind me...hard and ready to go. "You are so wet. I could fuck you right now." Richard growls in my ear. I push my ass up against Richard, but he doesn't fuck me right away. I feel his fingers probing at my entrance. I open up wider. I finally feel him slide his fingers into me. "I wanted to take and fuck you right on the table that day I was finger fucking you Anna. I wanted your pussy on that table. I wanted to lick you clean after you came that first day. You tasted like honey." Richard said against my back. "I want your dick. Now." I reach behind me, trying to grab his erection and guide it into me. Richard bats my hand away. "Hands on the bed." He says. "I will put my dick in you when I want to." His fingers continue to work inside me. I am panting, my breasts heaving. I feel his other hand reach up to my breast. "Do you like this?" He squeezes. Hard. "Yes. I want more." Richard removes his hand from my breast and from my cleft. He places them on each side of my hips. I feel his dick at my entrance. "You want more?" he says to me. "You want me dick inside you?" "Yes. Please." I beg. Yet, Richard does not make a move to come inside me. "Who's dick do you want inside you, Anna?" I feel him lean over my back. His chest right up against my back, I feel his dick slide in close, but still not in. "Who?" He whispers against my ear. I moan. "Richard. I want Richard's dick in me." I scream. I feel Richard bite my neck has me finally slides home in all the way simultaneously. I scream. I feel full. Wet and full. "Scream for me babe." Richard starts to move in small, shallow thrusts. "Oh, Oh, Richard." I grasp the bed sheets in my hands. I squeeze his dick as he thrusts into me and hear him groan. As he thrusts into me, I feel a hand on my abdomen and the other sliding across my shoulder. Richard pulls me up so we are both upright but kneeling. He holds me in place has he continues to thrust into me. My head falls back onto his shoulder. "Who is giving you pleasure? Who is fucking you right now?" Richard winds my hair in his hands and pulls my head to the side has he continues kissing and biting my neck. "Richard, Richard is fucking me and giving me pleasure." I say to him. This pleases him. His hand that was on my lower abdomen slides down to my clit and puts some pressure on, rubbing in sync with his thrusts. I reach and push his hands away. I pull away from his dick and push him back onto the bed. I climb and straddle him. His eyes are glossy and I can tell he wants more. I slowly lower myself onto Richard's dick. "Mmmm. You're so big Richard. You dick fills me like no one else has before." I continue to rock myself onto Richard. His hands come up to my breast. Caressing and squeezing. He continues to thrust as I rock on him. He suddenly jack-knifes up, his month right to me breast. I squeeze his dick. He knows how I like my breast sucked. He wraps my legs around his waist. His mouth is still on my breast when he takes my hips and starts pounding into me. "Richard, oh, Richard...please harder. Fuck me harder." I grind against him. I hear him panting. "Oh, harder, harder." Richard continues to pound into me. Deep, hard thrust. Just as I like it. I thrust my chest more into Richards face, throw my head back and scream as I come. Richard, still hard inside me flips me onto the bed. "I am going to fuck you real hard now." Richard says as he kisses me, thrusting his tongue into me. I suck on it like I am going so suck on his dick later. His hard dick starts pounding into me rhythmically. Nice, long hard strokes into my pussy. I wrap my legs around his waist. "More Richard, more." I whisper into his ear. He fucks me hard. I feel myself come again. I squeeze him. "Baby, I love fucking you. I am going to come right inside you." Richard growls. "Yes, come, come right inside me, Richard." I grab his ass and push myself against him. I hear the bed creaking from our frantic movements. I feel Richard bite me has he comes. His cum emptying into me. "Anytime, you hear me Anna? I will fuck you anytime I want to." Richard says to me. I nod. There is no point in tell myself that I will resist him. "Anytime." We both look out the window in the bedroom. The rain is still pouring and the wind was blowing now. Richard moves his hand up to my breast. "Well the storm is still going. What do you think we should do to pass time?" My hands come up to where his lies on my breast. "I think you could think of something." I smile. Meet the Parents Ch. 03 I laid collapsed on my parent's bed in our rented resort bungalow in Mexico. Exhausted, I strained to fight off sleep. I was in that state of special, contented, exhaustion that only happens as the adrenaline leaves your body and your erection fades leaving only memories of satisfying sex. My mind was confused with images swirling around. I recalled a polaroid of my loving Mother that I had snuck from her bedroom years ago. I saw my innocent Wife stepping from the shower unaware that my Father was admiring her sexy body. I could still feel my cock tingling from my Mom hungrily sucking the cum from her Son's cock. I could still hear my Dad's heavy breathing after my Bride took her Father In-law's swollen cock into her throat. Through barely open eyes I watched my Mother kiss my Wife. Their mouths locked, each of their saliva mixing with my semen and that of my Father. As their lips separated, my Mother's formed a smile and announced to Carla "We have earned an afternoon of shopping." Indeed they had earned whatever they wanted. The mutual vacation with my parents was intended to introduce my lovely new bride to Mom and Dad. It had succeeded beyond my imagination. My Wife and Mother were walking from store to store arm in arm giggling like school girls. Pop and I were dutifully following behind. Mind you, we were not following as husbands being drug along, rather for the great view of their asses. Carla and Mom had bought beach tunics at the first store we stopped in. Their shorts and t-shirts were abandoned into the shopping bags leaving bras and panties under a thin veil. The tunics were pretty transparent and barely covered their asses anyways. Mom and Carla were enjoying the attention they were getting. They put a little extra swing in the hips as they walked. They had not only captured our attention, but Carla especially had received extra attention from the store clerks as well. In addition to the attention Carla had garnered, one man was obviously enamored with Mom. Carla loved the attention her Mother In-Law was getting, encouraging him at every opportunity. She pointed out to the helpful clerk how Mom's bra did not work optimally with the sheer tunic, intentionally bringing attention to my Mother's breasts. Carla had him wait by the dressing room door, asking his opinion of each of the bras as Mom tried them on. After a couple of different options, Carla unfastened and removed Mom's bra completely. Carla lifted and squeezed Mom's breasts for the salesman showing him how firm she is as she asked if he thought she would be fine without a bra. She pointed out how Mom's nipples were large and fairly dark, pinching them slightly to make sure they were fully hard. "Do you think anyone will mind her lovely nipples poking out prominently?" I was not surprised that the salesman happily gave up a commission for the bra. Carla and Mom both walked out of the store braless. The salesman made up for the loss with my purchase of a grass woven beach bag to carry the clothes that Mom and Carla had removed. As we continued our shopping, I found it an extreme turn on watching the men we passed, tourists and locals alike, who enjoyed Carla and Mom's experimentation with exhibitionism. My attention was divided between Carla and Mom's panty clad asses, the look on the faces of men we passed, and listening to my Father comments concerning Carla's ass. "It must feel wonderful having those soft white thighs wrapped round you. I would love to grab onto that big sexy ass while thrusting my cock into her pussy. Why does everyone get to see their breasts, but our view of their asses is still obscured by panties?" With each comment from my Father, Carla's ass would sway a little more with each step. It was quite obvious that she was listening too and loving his remarks. Mom was apparently listening as well. Walking into the next store, my Mother observed an employee staring at her Daughter In-Law's ass. She brought him and Carla over to the underwear section of the store. Lifting up the back of Carla's beach tunic, she ran her hands over panties. "Look how lovely her ass is." Pulling her panties aside exposing an ass cheek; "It is a shame that her luscious butt cheeks are covered by her panties. What do you have for G-strings?" My Mother was quite obviously repeating much of the previous bra shopping experience as she took every opportunity to show off my Wife's ass up close for the salesman. With the selected panties being nothing but floss in the back, it was not much of a challenge. Thus Mom moved on to the front. Pulling the front down Mom asked "See how she shaves her pussy completely? There is no pubic hair that needs covered. What do you have smaller in front? Look at how Carla has these beautiful puffy pussy lips. Do you have anything that would show them off nicely?" We were soon walking down the boardwalk again, now with a better view and with their panties in my expanding bag of Mom and Carla's forsaken clothing. This had been the best shopping trip Dad or I had ever been on. We did not know or care what stores we entered as we simply followed the wiggling butt cheeks in front of us. Thus I am not sure how we ended up in a men's swimsuit store with a pretty senorita looking at my crotch and then over to my Father's. Now that my attention had been gained, I began listening to the conversation. Carla kneeling in front of my Dad was telling the sales girl "He has these baggy shorts and swim trunks. There are European men running around with tight little swim trunks, showing off bulges half his size. What do you have that will show off his big cock?" The final question asked as she ran her hand over his cock demonstrating it's length. For the first time in my life, I squeezed into a pair of speedos. They were skin tight, the sales girl and everyone in the store had a clear view of my cock, and my Father's. The cockhead and even the penile vein could be distinguished as we once again stood before my Wife, my Mother, and the beautiful, smiling Spanish girl. My Mom's hand ran over my cock, "He gets an erection easily, will these still be fine when his cock gets hard and very BIG?" Apparently my Mother had noticed that my cock routinely got hard during the junior high years and had forgotten that was ten years ago. Of course I got a woody when I helped her take a bath after she broke her leg. Running the soapy wash rag over her thighs towards her pussy. I personally think that she encouraged it. Eating my cereal with her breasts in view through her open robe had made my cock hard morning after morning. Even in the store that day as her hand stroked the length of my shaft produced a hard-on for the sales girl. "Yes, these will work perfectly. See how the material stretches? I think his cock looks very handsome in these." The pretty sales girl's words sold me. My Father's and my clothes were also added to the woven grass bag. Leaving the boardwalk and walking along the private resort beach, we felt right at home with the European tourists who we predominately shared the resort with. Catering to Europeans, the majority of women on the beach were topless. Mom and Carla were topless as well from the very second their toes touched sand. Walking down the beach, our attitudes went through a bit of a transformation. I continued to enjoy looking at the topless females and practically bare asses, to include my own Family's. Men young and old continued to admire the sexy bodies of my Wife and Mother. However, there was a sense of natural melding with the erotic. Young singles mingled with families, many with children completely nude. Rounding a bend, just past our bungalow, we encountered an entire nude family. We had missed a sign announcing that clothing was optional. The extended German family apparently missed the optional part as well. For the first time that day, we were over-dressed. From great-grandma down to small children, the entire family was nude. Carla reminded our family that nudity is about nature, any flirting or anything sexual would be out of place. We all did our best to try and not oggle as we planned on strolling past the nude family reunion. This plan failed as the matriarch of the family called out to my Mother. "Take off those clothes, you come sit with us. We have food, we have beer, you come be our family." After a day of exhibiting as much as we thought we could without getting arrested, we were now hesitant. Would they catch me looking at them? What if I got an erection? What would they think of Carla and Mom's shaved pussies? Ours fears were rapidly dismissed as we learned that human nature is universal. A young man, who's hard cock happened to be shaved, came running by chasing a stray frisbee. The mother figure of the family laughed. Shaking her head she told Carla "Excuse them, they just want to be close to see you take off your panty. Please, you let them see your pussy, so they quit running through here." In short order our family was nude and mingling freely with their family. Carla showing her pussy did not help rid us of the young me, rather she was ushered off by a group of five young German studs to play Frisbee. It was humorous how they would overtly throw the Frisbee high to watch her titties bounce as she jumped. The game began evolving towards tackle football as they would chase Carla down finding any excuse to touch and fondle my lovely wife. Rather than just the young men, every member of their family was paying keen interest in our bodies and in exhibiting theirs'. Carla's warning of avoiding sexual references became very amusing as the comments became more and more forward. With the sun setting and both our families not looking forward to going our separate ways, a young mother told me that she hoped to get a chance to feel a cock as big as mine in her pussy tomorrow. Our families assured each other we would meet again in the morning. As we parted, a grandfather commented to my Dad, "Sure would like to feel your daughter In-Law's pretty pussy around my cock tonight." Walking towards our bungalow, with his hand on Carla's ass Dad responded; "Me too, me too!"