A tale with bits of enf, exhibitionism, handjobs, light incest (if there is such a thing), big boobs, and new attitudes towards people. Only lightly hardcore, so know that going in. I think it belongs in exhibitionism, but incest may be more appropriate. Thanks for the encouragement with the kind comments recently. Always appreciated.
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"Your mother?" I yelled. "Come on, Tiff, we've had this trip planned for months! Why all of a sudden are we going to bring her?"
"David, I'm sorry. It's just... I couldn't let her down after all she's been through."
"That woman can barely stand me. Drives me crazy, Tiff. It'll probably ruin all the plans we've made!"
Tiff's mother, Denise, never thought fondly of me. At least that was my impression. It wasn't anything I did or didn't do, other than taking her daughter away from the nest. Tiffany and I had been married four years now and this was our first real vacation together. We were going to visit a quaint, little town on the Jersey coast. It was an area I was familiar with from my wilder college days. We'd booked a bed and breakfast to ourselves for the week. Expensive, but unique and more romo than we needed.
The town offered plenty of shops for the tourists, located close to a popular beach. We, however, were going to an entirely different splotch of sand, about eighteen miles south of the bed and breakfast. It was a little-known, private place called Reilly's Beach. It had plenty of soft sand - unlike the public beach's gritty, coarse stuff - and it stretched almost half a mile, the full extent of the property. Though it was on private land, the beach was open to the public for a fee and the signing of a waiver. One had to agree to the rules and conduct of the property owner and staff. They could kick anyone off, for any reason, or even no reason, if so pleased. I'd never seen it happen, though.
It was the owner I was coming to see personally. He was an old hippy by the name of Geoffrey Watterson. The original land-owner, Walter Reilly, had made the place "infamous" for allowing nude sunbathing. he passed away about six years ago. When the place first opened, the local municipality tried to stop him from allowing nudity, but courts ruled in his favor, as it was his private property and private business.
The new owner and man I was coming to see, Geoffrey Watterson, came to Reilly's Beach many years ago as a regular visitor. He sold pot and LSD stamps under a large umbrella, and was there almost every day of the season. Geoff figured no undercover cop would ever get naked to buy from him, and he was right. For years, he made a living under the sun, selling his dope to steady crowds. He eventually earned enough buy the place after Mr. Reilly died. Rumor was he paid in cash.
I had been introduced to Geoff back in my college days, just a few years before he acquired the place. The university I attended at the time was only forty minutes from Reilly's Beach. Back then, my friends and I often came to buy from Geoff and hang out. We would trip out, while watching the ocean waves and the stars. It took surprisingly little time to get accustomed to being naked. I'd explained as much to my wife when we were planning the trip.
I contacted Geoff ahead of time, ensuring I could still score some acid from him. It was much harder to find these days, but then I wasn't hanging around with the college crowds anymore, either. My wife and I had planned this "trip under the stars" for over a year now. I'd get to relive a fond memory of my youth, while introducing my loving wife to a fun, perhaps one-time-only experience.
Though Tiff knew of my pot-smoking and experimental drug taking adventures back in college, we'd never so much as shared a joint together. It just wasn't part of either of our lifestyles when we met. With Tiff's mom in the picture, it seemed that our lengthy (and somewhat illicit) plans were about to get blown up.
Three weeks ago, Tiffany's mother, Denise, discovered her husband had been banging the maid. The maid was fired and Benny, her husband, was kicked out of the home. He's been a total dick to her ever since, unwilling to apologize for his actions, instead blaming Denise for "driving" him to it.
As much as Denise got on my nerves at times, I don't believe anyone deserves to treated like that. My parents went through a bad patch when my mom cheated on my dad. I was young, but I remember the gas-lighting and vile things said. They made up, but my mom, to this day, regrets all of it. Not just the cheating. How my father put up with the abuse, until Mom came to her senses, I'll never understand... but I do understood Tiffany's concern for her mother and the disdain she feels towards her stepdad.
"Please, David. Mom promised she would keep to herself. We'll have dinner with her when we get there. Other than that, she'll be on her own. She just needs time away from the house, David. Some space."
"Promise it won't disrupt our plans," I said. "Geoff said we have to pick it up by Tuesday, because he's leaving Wednesday to see his brother out of state."
"I promise. I can't wait to do this with you. Trip out! Naked, too!" Tiff giggled, excited I was caving to her wishes, allowing her mom to tag along on our belated honeymoon.
We met up with Tiff's mom at the airport. Frankly, I was surprised any man would cheat on such a creature. Sure, Denise was my mother-in-law, so by proxy she gave me shit all the time, but I expected she was a decent wife to her husband. She was also a beauty, looking ten years younger than her true age, with a shockingly voluptuous figure.
Her daughter, Tiff, is classically beautiful. Five foot seven, long legs and a thin waist, and gorgeous C-cups to fill the frame. Denise, on the other hand, carries a similar frame, but is adorned with breasts that appear on the surface to be twice the size of her daughter's. One would think those tits had to be fake to be so large, but Tiffany insisted they weren't.
"Mom said they never went back to their original size after giving birth to me," Tiffany once told me. "She hates them, but won't do anything about it, because she is terrified of surgery and scarring."
Denise's proportions made her look a bit comical, like an over-the-top, Jessica Rabbit wanna-be. Along with it, her looks gave one the impression that she was a sexual dynamo, or at least at some point in her life. At 46 years old, she could make women jealous who were half her age. Thing was, Denise was a very modest woman, in spite of the abundantly curvy figure. A bit of a Southern Belle, she tended to overdress. I wondered if we should spend just one day at the regular beach with Tiffany's mom, just so I could sneak a peek at her in a bikini. She likely wore a huge one-piece, but there's always hope.
I figured Denise would lose her shit if she discovered Tiff and I planned on spending our days at a nude beach. She only knew we were going to a different place that belonged to a friend of mine. Tiffany left out the more interesting details to her mother. Denise actually hugged me when I approached and whispered in my ear. "I know you were planning this vacation with Tiff for a long time. Thank you for allowing me to come. I promise I'll leave you two alone."
Her candor caught me off guard and I said, "Oh, don't worry about it. Anything for family."
Maybe this trip wouldn't be so hampered, after all, I thought...
...but things never go as planned. Murphy's Law paid a visit. After landing, when we were departing the plane, Tiffany lost her balance while carrying her luggage. She twisted her ankle and immediately it began swelling. Instead of checking into a bed and breakfast, we found ourselves checking into a hospital.
"It's not broken," explained the doctor later that afternoon. "But she'll need to be on crutches and off the ankle for at least two days, three preferably. She'll likely need some strong pain meds the first couple days, but she'll be fine after that with aspirin or ibuprofen."
"Aww, honey. I ruined it, didn't I?" Tiff was very upset, almost crying.
"No, honey. It's okay. Look, we'll check into the place tomorrow morning and I'll drive up to Reilly's Beach myself. I'll get what we need from Geoff before he leaves tomorrow, and then you and I can go back a couple days later. We're booked for a whole week. No worries."
That seemed to pacify Tiffany and the following morning, we did just that. Tiff spent the day sleeping on the couch, while I played with my tablet, grateful we had wi-fi. Denise spent the whole time absorbed in a book, not talking much. About an hour after lunch, I set out to leave to meet Geoff. I was eager to see the old place. Tiffany was still resting on a couch, doped up on painkillers, anyway.
"Hey, where are you going, sweetie?" asked Denise.
