Mother Nows Best

It was obvious that my Mom and Dad had a healthy sex life. I know that pukes out most kids, but I thought it was wonderful. Dad was a good looking man with curly black hair and rugged features. He was six one and kept himself in great shape.

Mom was no slouch herself. I was eighteen when I started paying attention. She was thirty-eight then, long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a fit five foot six body with DD cup tits. Naturally, she'd gained a little extra weight due to childbirth, and her tits sagged some, but she still looked very sexy.

I remember walking into the kitchen one Saturday morning shortly after Mark, my twin brother, and I graduated from high school. Mom was at the sink, and Dad was snuggled up behind her. His arms were around her, and his hands were inside her robe, obviously kneading her large tits.

I cleared my throat to let them know I was there, but instead of Dad jumping back and pretending nothing was going on, he just looked around and showed me a grin while he continued what he was doing.

When he finally released her and stepped over to the coffee pot, Mom turned around and straightened her very short, sexy robe. She chuckled and said to me, "He was just trying to get some cream for his coffee."

When Dad finished his coffee and headed out to play golf, the front of Mom's robe fell open while she was setting my breakfast plate in front of me, totally exposing her large tits. I giggled and told her, "I've never seen that robe before. Mark is going to love it."

She leaned over the table again and looked down. And then she laughed, "You think that will be enough 'incentive' for him to run upstairs and jerk off this morning?"

I giggled again, "Yep, that should do it."

She sat across from me and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Too bad I didn't think to buy you one like it. I'll pick you up one today if you want to help me drive the horny little fucker crazy."

When I didn't respond right away, she chuckled, "What's the matter? It's just a little harmless flashing. Besides, I'm sure it will get a rise out of your dad too, and that can't be a bad thing. Anything that turns him on is a bonus for me."

* * *

I was nervous the next morning at breakfast. Mom had already warned Dad that I was going to be wearing THE robe. According to her, just the thought of seeing me in it, was enough to 'inspire' him to give her a great fucking before breakfast.

Dad was seated at the table sipping his coffee when Mom handed me his breakfast plate and motioned toward him with her head. Now, I could have easily delivered Dad's plate without leaning over, but I knew what Mom wanted me to do. So I did it. I leaned over just enough to cause the front of my new robe to gape open.

When Dad finally looked up at my face, he grinned and said, "Thank you."

When Mark finally came in and was seated, he wasn't nearly as cool and composed about it. His eyes were bugging out, and he never did look up at my face.

A few minutes into breakfast, Mom said, "M", which is what the family called me—short for Monica, "Why don't you get me and your dad another cup of coffee and your brother another OJ?"

I don't know why, but I immediately glanced at my Dad. He just showed me a grin and then a wink. I knew what Mom wanted, and his wink told me Dad knew it as well. So, I did what she expected, and I made sure both Dad and Mark got a great look at my now perky C cup tits.

After breakfast Mom and I had the kitchen to ourselves while doing the dishes. I asked her, "Well, is that what you had in mind?"

She chuckled, "You were perfect. I was so jealous of you, I could barely contain myself."

"Jealous?" I was confused. "You mean because Dad saw my tits?"

That caused her to laugh out loud, "Oh hell no. That's going to pay dividends for me tonight. I meant that I was jealous of you for having such a sexy young body and having the guts to tease the guys with it at your age. I didn't learn how to do that until much later in life."

"It was kinda exciting." I admitted. "I mean, I've teased boys before, more than a little, but I've never been that blatant about it."

Mom turned to me and looked me in the eyes. She had a huge grin on her face, "I'm glad you found it exciting. Together, we can have a lot of fun with Mark and your dad."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Nothing specific right now, but I'm sure we'll come up with something."

* * *

That afternoon while Dad and Mark were off at a baseball game, Mom and I took the opportunity to catch some sun out by the pool. It wasn't the first time we'd sunbathed naked when the guys were away.

After half an hour, I got up and dove into the pool to cool off. I swam for a few minutes and then returned to my lounge chair next to Mom. "Don't you wish we could do this all the time?" She asked me.

"God yes. I love it." I answered honestly.

"Maybe we should start thinking about it."

"You mean . . ."

Mom chuckled, "Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

"Wow! I'm not sure I . . ."

"M, we should be able to be free in our own home . . . or backyard."

"What about Dad and Mark? Don't you think they'll freak out?"

She laughed, "And if they do? Would that be such a bad thing?"

"What time are they going to be home?"

Mom sat up and turned toward me, "Why? Are you thinking we should start today?"

I thought about it for a moment before responding, "Well, if we're going to do it, we might as well start today."

She cocked her head and eyed me as if she were trying to figure out if I was just going along, or if I really wanted to do it. "This morning turned you on that much, huh?"

Wow! She'd hit the nail on the head. I'd told her that I'd found the flashing exciting, but I hadn't been totally honest. In truth, that few minutes had made me so horny, I'd gone straight to my room to get myself off. I hadn't even needed the help of a vibe. "Maybe." I said with a half giggle.

"I'll be right back." She told me as she got up and headed inside.

When she returned, she had a glass in each hand. When she handed me one, I didn't have to taste it to know what it was. I could smell the whiskey. I'd tasted beer before, YUCK! But I'd never tasted hard liquor. "Liquid courage." Mom said with a chuckle. "Don't worry, I made yours a light one."

I took a tentative sip of the drink, shuddered, and then asked her "So, what should we do when they get home?"

"Sugar, we're already doing it. Just act like being naked is the most natural thing in the world. Remember, they're the ones who are going to be tripping over their tongues. We don't have to do anything."

"Gotcha"

* * *

"The boys are probably going to be getting home before long. Do you need another drink?"

I could feel the nice tingling affects of the alcohol in my extremities, but I didn't feel light headed or buzzed at all. "I don't NEED one, but I'd like one anyway—a little stronger one, if you don't mind."

When she got up and took my empty glass, she looked down at me, "You don't 'need' one. You're that okay with what's about to happen?"

"Yeah, I got this." I told her in a voice I hoped sounded more confident than I felt.

She was still laughing when she disappeared into the house.

* * *

Half way though my second drink, I felt the urge to pee. I sat my glass in the shade of my chair and headed inside. I was just coming out of the downstairs bathroom when Dad and Mark got home. Mark was the first to see me, and he stopped in his tracks. "Hi", I said, forcing a smile as I rounded the corner and headed back outside.

"They're home." I giggled to Mom when I got back to my chair.

"Did they see you?" She asked in a nonchalant tone.

"Mark did for sure. I don't know about Dad."

"The horny little fucker is probably already up in his room gawking at us out of his bedroom window while he's stroking his throbbing cock." And then Mom just took another sip of her drink and lay back in her chair. She had a huge grin on her face.

"And Dad?" I asked her.

"He'd better not be doing the same thing. I'll kill him."

I laughed, "He's not allowed to jack off?"

"Not without me there to watch."

"Oh? You like watching him do that?"

"God yes! It's hot as shit."

I thought about that for a moment before saying, "Hrm, maybe I'll get to see that someday."

"Boys—men even, are really shy about doing it with a girl watching. You have to convince them to let you watch."

"How do you do that?"

"You have to find out what they want enough to get over their stupid hang-up about it."

"What's Dad's thing—the thing he wanted enough to get over his hang-up?"

Mom turned to look at me, "You have to promise not to let him know I told you."

"My lips are sealed."

"Your dad loves anal sex. I can have whatever I want—in or out of the bedroom, if I let him have my ass sometimes."

Wow! "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Not after you learn to relax. I've learned to love it, but I'll never tell your dad that. I don't want to lose it a bargaining chip."

I had to laugh at that, "You're sooooo baaaaad."

"And your point? You have to learn to play your chips wisely. Don't worry, you'll learn. I'll make sure you do."

* * *

Neither Dad nor Mark came outside while we were out there naked, so we finally donned our matching robes and headed inside. I took a shower while Mom started supper. With the affects of the alcohol still tingling my nerves, I got myself off easily while thinking of the look on my brother's face earlier when he saw me come out of the bathroom totally naked.

Supper was fun. No one mentioned Mom and I sunbathing naked, but it was the five hundred pound gorilla in the room. The tension was thick in the air. I almost let a giggle slip out more than once while thinking of Mark jacking off in his room while looking out his window at us. And too, when I imagined Dad pounding his cock into Mom while thinking about seeing my naked tits. I loved the thought of both of those things.

Breakfast the following morning was a 'normal' breakfast. Mom didn't want to send Dad off to work horny. Of course, it was easy to see the disappointment on Mark's face.

Mom and I spent the morning grocery shopping, and the afternoon cleaning the house and doing the laundry. Mark was at his part-time job on a landscaping crew.

The day's chores complete, I poured myself a glass of ice tea and headed for the pool. A minute later, I was enjoying a leisurely swim . . . naked, of course.

When Mom came outside, she was naked as well, but I could tell the glass in her hand contained something much stronger than ice tea. She held up her glass, "Did you want one?"

"Nah, I'm good for now, maybe later."

She laughed, "You mean when it gets close to time for the boys to get home?"

"Maybe." I responded with a giggle.

When I was out of the water and lying next to Mom on a lounge chair, I asked her the question that had been on my mind, "Why do you like to watch Dad jack off—I mean, if he's all hard and everything, why wouldn't you want him to use it on you?"

Mom almost choked on the sip of drink she'd just taken. And then she laughed for a long time. Finally, she answered my question, "Three reasons" she told me, "First, jacking off is a very personal and private thing—just like it is for you and me. It's special when a guy trusts someone enough to let them watch."

"Okay, that's reasonable."

"Secondly, the thing you're going to learn about men is that, if they're too horny, they don't last long. However, after they cum once, the second time at bat lasts a lot longer, so it's better for their lover."

"Okay, that makes sense—if they can get it back up." I added with a giggle.

Mom chuckled, "That's your job. Anyway, lastly, I think it's just hot to watch."

"Hum, I think I'd like watch it." I confessed.

"Greg or Mark?"

I thought about that for a minute, "Either one, I guess."

After draining the last of her drink, she asked me, "Have you ever seen a hard cock?"

I shook my head, "Not in person. I've seen pictures."

Mom got up, "I'm going to have another one. Are you ready for one yet?"

"Sure, but I'll come with you. I want to learn how you make it."

We were in the den at the wet bar when Mom said, "Personally, I'd vote for Mark. I'd LOVE seeing that myself. Of course, your dad would be a lot easier."

That's when we both got a surprise. From behind us, Dad asked, "I'd be a lot easier about what?"

Mom spun around, "Oh hi, Sugar. We didn't hear the garage door."

I didn't turn around, but I could feel his eyes on my naked body.

"Drink?" Mom asked him.

"Sure."

When Mom handed him a drink, he asked again, "So, what am I so easy about?"

I finally decided that I couldn't stand there with my back to him forever, so I turned around and leaned on the bar. My dad's eyes went straight to my tits and stayed there, unapologetically. And then I was shocked when Mom just came out and told him. "We were just discussing the pros and cons of watching men beat off. M's never seen that."

He raised an eyebrow, "And you told her it would be easy to convince me to let her watch that, huh?"

Mom took a step forward and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, "Of course."

He took a sip of his drink, shook his head and said, "I'm sure she'd rather watch Mark do it."

Mom laughed out loud, "Hell, so would I, but we don't have a plan for how to convince him to do it."

I couldn't believe we were just standing in the den talking about us watching Dad jack off, especially when he shrugged and asked, "So, when is this little show supposed to take place?"

Mom laughed and moved back beside me, and then she shocked me again. She slid one hand around my waist, set her drink on the bar, and brought her other hand up to cup one of my tits. "Well, considering where your eyes have been ever since you walked in, now would probably be a great time, but we should probably wait until this weekend."

Dad rolled his eyes, drained his drink and then walked around the bar to fix himself another one.

It surprised me more than a little when Mom didn't release my tit right away. Instead, she held onto it. When I turned to look at her, she grinned and showed me a wink. And then she gave my hard nipple a tweak with her thumb and removed her hand.

* * *

A few minutes later, Mom and I were back outside in our lounge chairs. Out of nowhere, she let out a wild giggle. "What?" I asked her.

"That was too fucking hot—you standing there naked, Greg's eyes glued to your tits, and you just taking it all in stride."

I thought it was hot too. My pussy was drenched. "Speaking of taking things in stride, what was with you feeling me up?"

She acted surprised that I'd bring it up, "Oh, did that bother you?"

I shook my head, "No, but . . ."

"That's something else you need to know about men, M. There aren't many things on the face of the earth that turns them on more than seeing two girls fool around, even if it's just a little innocent touching."

I thought about her answer for a minute and then challenged her, "The last part . . . Dad was already behind us on the other side of the bar."

Her tone turned a little condescending, "So shoot me for enjoying it. Is it going to scar you for life?"

"Well no, but . . ."

"But what, M?"

"Nothing, I guess it just surprised me, that's all."

Mom laughed, "Okay then, get over it. Now, Mark will be home any minute, and I'm ready for another drink. I think you should go in and fix it for me."

"What should I do if he comes in?"

"Just pretend your being naked is no big deal. Make sure he gets a good look."

"Prepping him for the time we want to see him jack off?"

Mom chuckled, "You're catching on."

* * *

Unfortunately, Mark didn't come home while I was inside getting the drinks, but he did show up a little later. Mom came back outside laughing after running inside to the bathroom. "Mark's home."

"Oh, I'm guessing you ran into him then." I said with a giggle.

"Literally" She said, "I was just walking around the corner from the hall. He wasn't paying attention, and we bumped right into each other."

"What did he say?" I asked her with a chuckle.

"Hell, he couldn't say anything. His tongue was on the floor. I just said 'oops, excuse me' and walked away."

"I guess we know where he is right now, and what he's doing."

"God, I hope so. It would crush my ego to think I couldn't still turn on a teenage boy."

"Mom," I scolded her, "Trust me, you don't have to worry about that. You're still plenty hot."

"Why, thank you, Sugar. I appreciate you saying that, even if it isn't true."

"Hey, I'm not kidding. I don't know another woman in her late thirties who looks as hot as you."

"Well, maybe being naked around you has me a little intimidated."

"Mom, if you're going to judge yourself honestly, you shouldn't be comparing yourself to an eighteen year old."

"Yeah, you're right. But knowing it doesn't make it any easier. Hell, when I was feeling of your firm young tit earlier, it took me back years. Mine used to feel like that."

I thought about it for a minute before asking, "Is that why you enjoyed it so much?"

"I suppose" she admitted in a somber tone.

"Then you're welcome to do that any time you want. I don't mind, really."

Mom turned to look straight at me, "I just may take you up on that."

* * *

I thought the weekend would never come, but Saturday finally arrived. I was so excited about watching Dad jack off, that I actually got myself off three times while he was at his afternoon golf match.

Mark had a hot date, so we knew he'd be out all evening.

"Are you excited about what's going to happen later?" Mom asked me while we were sitting naked on the steps of the pool.

"God yes! I haven't been able to keep my hands off my pussy all day."

Mom laughed out loud, "Well, I hope it lives up to your expectations."

* * *

When Dad got home and was in the shower, Mom and I went into the den. She fixed the three of us drinks, then she and I sat on the sofa and waited.

Dad looked a little hesitant when he came into the den. I'm sure it didn't help that I couldn't take my eyes off of his flaccid cock. It was the first one I'd ever seen in person. Actually, I didn't think it looked attractive at all. It was darker in color than the rest of him, and it was all wrinkled and shriveled up.

"Your drink is on the bar." Mom told him.

When he turned toward the bar on the other side of the room, I almost giggled. He had a really cute butt.

"So, how do you want to do this?" he asked Mom.

"Just relax and enjoy your drink. When you're ready, you can stand over here in front of us and do your thing."

He forced a nervous chuckle, "Yeah, no pressure at all."

"Hell, Greg, just keep your eyes on these," she said as she reached over and cupped my near tit. "I'm sure it won't take too long for you to get ready." Instead of releasing my tit though, she began kneading it with her fingers, and then she moved her hand to the other one. "Damn, can you remember when I had young, firm tits like these?"

"Barely." Dad mumbled.

And then Mom shocked the shit out of me by telling him, "Well, if you need to refresh your memory, I'm sure M won't mind. Will you, Sugar?" And then she leaned in and whispered to me, "You should go give him a feel. It'll help get him ready quicker."

What could I do? So I stood up and walked over to where my dad was sitting on a bar stool. When I was in front of him, I held my arms out from my sides and said, "There ya go."

When Dad sat his drink on the bar and reached up and cupped both of my tits, I came, and I don't mean one of those nice little tremors. I came so hard, it was impossible to hide it.

From behind me, I heard my mom say in a low reverent tone, "Oh wow!"

After about a minute, Dad mumbled, "You'd better go sit back down."