***Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen for this story and all of my fiction: no exceptions.
Breakfast was a relaxed affair that the family took together, although they split into their respective partnerships on either side of a rectangular table. On one side sat Mike, Stacie and Magrathe while Trevis sat on the other side, flanked by his daughters, Ashley and Rachel. It was all just as it needed to be, the gentlemen dressed casually in shorts, although Mike had gone bare-chested, as was the optional dress-code of the spa. It was relaxing to be so disrobed but even more so enjoyable, as they partook in pastries and fruit juices, to see the women of his family clad only in bikinis that highlighted their very best features.
The thing with the spa though was that it played with their minds, changing them as it pleased, the overseer taunting them with their lack of control. Not even Mike, however faint his grasp on his new reality may have been, knew where he was anymore as they separated after breakfast, simply enjoying his time with his lovers, his grandmother and his mother, as they made their way down to the leisure facilities and, most importantly, the whirlpool hot tub that Stacie was simply dying to try out.
She murmured softly to herself, letting out a coo of appreciation as she dipped a toe into the warm water, sinking in before offering her hand to Magrathe. Her heart leapt for her, the lady who joined her with the wisdom of the ages in the soft, gentle lines of her face, and, impulsively, Stacie kissed her, stroking her cheek as Magrathe trembled against her.
"You shouldn't surprise a lady with things like that," Magrathe chuckled, shaking a finger at Stacie, although there was a soft spot of colour in her cheeks that betrayed her enjoyment. "My, oh, my, how you've changed..."
What she remembered of the past and her relationship with Stacie, however, was by the by as Mike joined them, slipping between with a cheeky grin as a hand landed on one of their breasts each, right back where it belonged. Magrathe giggled and shook her head, though leaned back to enjoy the jets, letting her grandson do just as he pleased with her as he slid his hand under her pink bikini to fondle her breasts, fingers teasing and caressing across the nipple.
"You're so beautiful..."
Mike kissed her cheek and Magrathe's eyelids fell heavy, peering at him through lowered lashes, although she was simply comfortably tired and not trying to be coy. Why would she ever, of course, need to be coy with her sweet lover? Her daughter pressed up to her other side and the light in Stacie's eyes told her that there was something more afoot, a leg slipping over hers as Stacie tried to press in, as much as the water tugged and pulled at her body with the force of the bubbling jets.
Yet that time was for Magrathe and a cheeky tingle pulsed through her, excitement lighting up her veins in a hot flare of pleasure. Never before had her breasts been so sensitive as she arched her back and lifted them for the attention of her lover, feeling only his hands on her, tugging and squeezing, pulling back the strap of her bikini to expose a breast. She cared, of course, that her breasts were on show in the public area of the spa but only in such a way that her skin tingled wantonly, wanting to be on show, on display for all to see.
With a moan, she guided his head down to her tits, taking the lead in her gentle way, though Magrathe was not a woman either to be left out without what she wanted at the same time. Pleasure, yes... Yes, that was what a woman like her deserved and she floated on a sea of it, the jets caressing her, moist between the thighs even within her bikini bottoms, his lips closing on a nipple and suckling it so very gently up into his mouth.
Stacie moaned and dropped her chin onto her arms on the edge of the hot tub, enjoying the show with voyeuristic thrill. People had forgotten the pleasure to be gleaned from watching, she thought to herself, but there was a lust in it too, the simmering desire curdling deep with her warming her through, even though that warmth, truly, should have come from the hot tub. It was relaxing to simply sit there and to watch her son please her mother, tugging her bikini down all the way so that neither of her lovely, large breasts were contained. Why were they even wearing bikinis anyway? It didn't quite make sense to her but neither did it have to as Stacie murmured softly, letting them carry on without her as she pressed her thighs together, need flourishing where she fed it so sweetly.
"Mind if we join you?"
Trevis stood above them as Mike sucked his grandmother's breast into his mouth, his only reply for his father being a half-shrug. Let him join, let him stay, for there was only pleasure to be had between all of them with that fund at hand. Trevis, of course, was with Rachel and Ashley too and the ladies were not at all bothered by the older woman's breast teasing out before them, everyone slipping into the water together, although, the difference was that neither group recognised each other anymore.
As if he had never seen them before in his life, Mike smiled and sat up, his hands going to Stacie's breasts instead, teasing and squeezing them together just to see her cleavage, the many delights that her body did and could hold. Trevis' eyes were on him and, as if he wanted to show off his mother and her lusciously thick, curvy body, he pressed them together again, rolling and massaging her huge tits between his palms and fingers, expertly working her over as she panted lightly. Stacie's head rolled back against the side of the hot tub, a tickle of a whimper rising from her lips, though she was not alone in taking part in yet another nuance of such sweet sexual pleasure.
"Ohhh..."
