Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written.
"They're real?"
"Yes," Sis responded.
I had just walked into Sis's bedroom. Mom, Sis, and Trish – Sis's new girlfriend were drinking champagne. It was New Years' Eve and the women, as I soon discovered, were talking about boobs.
"If you wanted them to look natural, wouldn't you make them sag a tiny bit more than the obvious fake ones?"
"Mom's due sag a tiny bit more than designer breasts."
Sis and Mom laughed when Mom pointed a finger at Sis and cocked her eyebrow. I chuckled, too.
"It's just that when you're flat as I am, you can't help but take notice," Trish sheepishly said.
Trish was right about that. She was pretty flat, but she had other things going for her. She was a true Nordic blonde, blessed with spectacular blue eyes and sexy, upturned lips that any guy would love to see clamped around his cock.
I could almost understand why Trish obsessed over her 'A' cup tits, after being around Mom and Sis. They both wore 'DD' cups.
"Mom show them to her," Sis said.
"No...that's okay," Trish quickly responded.
"I really don't mind. I've grown rather used to it. Everyone is fascinated by tittie sizes," Mom said as she grinned at me. "Just like cock sizes."
With that, Mom moved closer, holding her breasts in front of her. She sat down next to Trish on Sis's bed and angled herself so she faced Trish.
"Really, I don't mind," Mom said. "You're simply curious about breasts...like mine. Don't be shy. You can touch them. It's okay."
Although Trish slowly shook her head, she was still staring. Mom let go of her boobs and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"It's no big deal, Trish. Let me show you."
"You don't have to," Trish said as she helplessly looked at Sis and me.
Trish had waited too long to speak. Mom's blouse was off and she was unclasping her lacy bra.
Sis and I watched Trish take in the fullness and firmness of Mom's breasts. We gave each other winks, when Trish noticeably shifted her gaze to Mom's thick, pink nipples that were now staring at her. She looked at one and then the other and then back, again.
When Trish's eyes sank to Mom's flat stomach, Mom gently took Trish's hands and pressed them against her breasts. She even rubbed Trish's fingers over her nipples. Trish did not resist.
"Aren't they soft? Go ahead...squeeze them. I'll bet you've never had occasion to feel a woman's breasts. We're both straight...right? Did you suckle your Mom?"
Mom's attempt to be light-hearted did not work. Instead, Trish's face quickly turned bright red when she saw Sis and me smiling at her as she squeezed Mom's ripe boobs.
"Do you like the way they feel?" Mom asked, ignoring Trish's self-consciousness behavior.
As Trish slowly nodded, Mom said, "Good. Now it's our turn to see yours. Let me help you."
Mom slowly reached over and began to unbutton Trish's blouse. Trish remained passive as Mom gently pulled her blouse off her shoulders and as Sis unhooked her bra from behind.
"Okay. Let's see," Mom said.
Trish modestly tried to keep her cups over her tits, but Sis was not having any of that. Sis gave them a tug and off they came.
After a pause Mom said, "They're nice, Honey. Those puffy nipples are darling..."
Mom then turned to me and nodded her head. I cleared my throat and said, "Yes...very nice."
"You have such a cute hourglass figure, Trish. Can we see the rest of it?"
As Sis helped the bewildered Trish to her feet, Mom reached over and unsnapped Trish's jeans. At that very instant, all three women paused and looked at me.
"Don't worry about him," Sis said. "He's seen us both - sans clothes many times. It's no big deal."
As Sis pulled her jeans down, Trish gasped. She wasn't expecting her bikini panties to come down, too. She quickly covered her genitals with her hands.
"Okay Trishy! Kick off your jeans," Sis said. "And, don't be such a little prude!"
Trish rolled her eyes, dropped her hands, and then somewhat childishly looked up at the ceiling. Sis ignored her pose and grabbed Trish to steady her, so she could step out of her jeans.
When Trish moved her hands, Mom and I just stared at her beautiful, sexy, bald, cleft of Venus. It was picture perfect. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Shavevulva.jpg
"Oh, you shave. That's...very attractive. Can we see the rest of your assets?"
When Sis gently turned Trish to the side, Mom spoke, again. "Your butt is curvy, full, and smooth. It will serve you well. Are your boyfriends attracted to it...your butt? You know, a girl has to go with what she's got."
I am not sure if Trish realized that Mom was saying, 'Since you have no boobs to speak of - your sexy behind is or should be your major attraction.'
"Okay, girlfriend. Get on the bed," Sis said, as she gave one of Trish's fleshy cheeks a little slap. Sis then made eye contact with Mom, who smiled and nodded.
As Trish reluctantly bent down to get on the bed, we all saw her squeeze her ass cheeks together. Obviously, she was self-conscious about exposing her anus.
Sis shook her head slightly, then turned and knelt down to open her bottom nightstand drawer. She patiently shuffled through several items before she pulled out a box and placed it on the bed.
"My Mom bought me these... If you are into dildos and vibrators...you'll love these toys!"
Sis then opened the box, pulled out the first dildo she saw, and handed it to Trish. Sis smiled broadly as she said, "This one will make your day, babe."
Trish hesitantly took the dildo from Sis and studied it. It was about 10" long and 3-4" thick with large, raised bumps scattered all over the entire length of the shaft. Each bump was approximately a 1/4" in diameter and raised up from the surface at least another 1/4" or more. I knew first hand that you feel every bump as the dildo passed through your sphincters.
The tip of the dildo, although large, was somewhat tapered like a cockhead. It was shaped to plow deep...
"Well? What do you think?"
