This is chapter 1 of a new series. It'll be a long one (18 chapters written so far), and at times it's more of a series of individual stories with ongoing characters. Read one or read them all.
It's a spin-off from my Tucker's Studio stories. I enjoyed writing that series the most when the little redheaded porn star Kelsey was involved. A reader suggested I delve deeper into her relationship with her swinging parents and their friends, and this is the result. If you don't want to read the entire Tucker's Studio series first, you might want to read Chapter 13, Cinnamon Sugar
, and chapter 23,
Cinnamon Sugar In The Summertime
. Kelsey is featured in many of the other Tucker's Studio chapters too, but those two would be a very good introduction to her, and to this new spin-off.
I'm going to put all these chapters in the Group Sex category, but many different Literotica categories are touched on over the course of this series. Group Sex, Mature, Anal, Exhibitionist and Voyeur, Fetish, Loving Wives, Girl/Girl, First Time, Incest/Taboo, etc. Incest doesn't play a big part in most of the chapters, but it does sneak in occasionally, most often in the form of an undercurrent of incestual desire.
As is usual with my stories, all people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.
Kelsey's World. Chapter 1.
It was warm under the white roof of the big arena, a record-breaking ninety-three degrees on that late May day. The graduates sat in row after row of metal chairs, sweat trickling down their faces from under their mortarboard caps. Some of the young women tugged at the fronts of their navy blue graduation gowns, pumping fresh warm air in to replace the hot humidity surrounding their underclothes.
Kelsey and her best friend Hannah were dripping with sweat, but they had no underclothes to soak it up. The polyester gowns clung to their bare, sticky skin. They tugged at them like the others, but it didn't help much. Kelsey could feel beads of sweat rolling down the front of her. The headwater of the trickling stream was under the thick collar of the gown. The topography of her petite body directed the wetness between her voluptuous breasts, down the center of her belly to her crotch. Some simple cotton panties would have done wonders to soak up the perspiration, but there were none. They were left behind in her bedroom, along with the bra that any sensible girl with tits as big as hers should be wearing. The sensible skirt and blouse were left in her closet, too.
Hannah was in the same boat, although her smaller braless breasts weren't nearly as blatant under her gown as Kelsey's big wigglers. Her moisture issues were the same though, with enough sweat trickling down her bare skin and gathering between her legs to make her think about the wet spot that might show on the back of her gown when she walked across the stage. It didn't worry her much. Being in the naughty naked nude under her gown was too much fun. Four years at college with Kelsey had transformed her, from the somewhat meek daughter of conservative Christian parents into a supremely sexual young woman who reveled in her nudity, small tits be damned.
The stifling heat in the stadium reached its zenith as the students filed across the stage. Hannah shook the chancellor's hand and claimed her diploma, waving in the direction of her cheering parents. Farther down the line Kelsey made it to the stage, climbing the steps onto the platform. As she waited her turn she adjusted her gown and tugged at it again, pumping some fresh air under it in a futile attempt to make it cling less to her sweaty body. It didn't help that her nipples were hard — being on stage and the excitement of the moment always did that to her. The dark blue polyester stuck to the top half of her big tits like shrinkwrap, culminating with the lovely poke-out of her nipples, after which it draped off of her in the more classic sense.
Her name was called — "
Kelsey Jonston
" — echoing throughout the big arena. She heard her mother whoop as she started the walk across the stage. Her big tits wiggled the way you'd imagine a porn star's would, and she smiled at the faculty and administrators as she passed them in their seats. They smiled back, although the women didn't look as delighted as the men. She paused when she reached the chancellor, long enough for her wiggling woman parts to mostly still themselves. As she took her diploma and shook the man's hand she rose on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. She noticed a blush start to flush his cheeks as she walked away. No one else had kissed the important man, but Kelsey had always tended to let big moments take her where they wanted to go. As she descended the stairs at the other end of the stage, big tits wobbling again, she raised her hands toward the whoops in the crowd — her mom and dad, Tucker, Marsha and Liz, Chip and Andrew, Jamar and Latanya and Billy were all there. Many in the student section were cheering her on. Her smile was big and bright, but the moment was bittersweet. Her college days were over.
—
Kelsey felt a bit deflated the next day when she tossed her duffel bag on the floor of her childhood bedroom and flopped herself down on the bed. Her years at college had been a whirlwind — classes, dorm parties that were often orgies, four years of making porn at Tucker's studio with the friends she made there, and a long sexual affair with her Digital Illustration professor. Not to mention the annual trips to Vegas for the adult video awards, which she won three times — Most Promising Newcummer, Best actress in a Gangbang and Best Blowjob. Settling into the rhythms of life at her childhood home with her mom and dad would take some getting used to.
"Aren't you warm, Honey?" her mother Kay asked, standing naked in Kelsey's bedroom doorway.
"You always beat me to it, Mom," Kelsey said, smiling at her naturist mother. She unbuttoned her shirt as her mother watched.
"Ooo, that's pretty, Honey," Kay said, eyeing the lacy bustier bra that was supporting her daughter's ample tits. "I like how your nipples show. They looked sexy under that shirt. You wouldn't even know you had a bra on. Girls like us who get hard easy should always let ‘em show, don't you think?"
"Yeah," Kelsey smiled. She loved how freely her mom talked about things. "Did you see that guy at the gas station when we went in for sodas? He was checkin' us both out."
"Men like hard nipples," Kay said, leaning languidly against the doorframe. "I do too." Right on cue hers hardened up, looking perky as all get-out on her big tits.
Kelsey's little bustier was off and she stripped off her leggings and tiny thong. Kay admired her daughter's body, remembering when her tits looked just like Kelsey's. They were still very similar, but the years had lowered Kay's a bit.
"What do you think the man at the gas station would think of us now?" Kay asked, as she walked toward Kelsey. She took her hand and stood next to her in front of the dresser mirror. The two redheads looked each other over. Kelsey's nipples hardened just like her mother's. The two women looked like twins born nineteen years apart.
"I think he'd cream his pants," Kelsey giggled. Kay giggled too.
"Oh, Honey, we're gonna have so much fun," Kay said. "I know you'd rather live on your own, but I'm so happy you're here." She turned her head toward her daughter and kissed her — a warm, soft kiss on the cheek that caught the corner of Kelsey's mouth as her head turned. They both smiled at the awkwardness of it, but didn't pull away. Their mouths opened at the same moment, joining in a more serious kiss, one with some sexual heat behind it. Kay's tongue brushed tentatively into Kelsey's mouth and they both moaned a little. It was a good feeling, but an odd one. Sort of like kissing yourself.
"Hhhoof!" Kay sighed when the short but steamy kiss ended. "I'm gonna need your father at full throttle tonight. You...can join us if you want."
It was new territory and Kay was always excited when she broke new ground. Bobby had always said he didn't want to fuck his daughter, but Kay wasn't sure she believed him. It'd be all right with her if it happened, she suddenly realized. Kelsey was a little shocked when she saw it in her mother's eyes, and the revelation made her tingle.
"Wow," she said quietly. "I shouldn't be surprised, but...this feels...big."
"He certainly does," Kay said, with a twinkling, mischievous smile.
"Mom!" Kelsey said, her own eyes twinkling above a shining, amazed smile. She couldn't help but think of her father's hard cock, the one she'd seen plunge into at least a dozen different women.
"Just...something to think about," Kay said. "Anything's fine. Right? Let's be the anything's fine house this summer."
"Anything's fine, huh?" Kelsey smiled. "My parents the swingers." She shook her head in wonderment and kissed her mom again, a more proper peck on the cheek.
"I was thinking you might like a bigger bed," Kay said, plopping her naked butt down on the pink chenille bedspread. "A twin isn't very...fun."
"Oh. Yeah, I guess," Kelsey said.
"Your father and I want you to feel comfortable having friends over. You'll need more room than this," Kay said, running her hand over the bumpy chenille. "I can still see you curled up here in your cheerleader uniform. Remember how exhausted you used to be after practice?"
"I think the men like my little pink bed and the pom-poms on the wall," Kelsey smirked.
"Oh, yes!" Kay giggled. "They probably do! Maybe I should get a cheerleader uniform!"
"Oh my God, you should!" Kelsey said. "You'd just about fit in my old one."
Kay giggled some more, pleased that her body had held up so well. Not many forty-one-year-old women were within an inch or two of slipping into a cheerleader uniform last worn by a petite seventeen-year-old.
"It's a small room, but a full-sized bed would fit in here easy," Kay said, looking around. "Maybe a queen. We could swap it for one of the party room beds, but I'd kinda like to keep those. We can shop for a new one tomorrow if you want, and when you get a place of your own you can take it with you. I like the ones on a platform. Then you don't have to worry about them no matter what you're doing. We've had...oh my gosh, eight maybe, on ours, and I've never thought about it."
