First things first, my name is Christopher Mason (Chris for short); I am 22 years old and still living at home with my Mum. I had finished University and got a job, but the firm went bust (good life choice there) and, as I was still job hunting, I had moved back home to save money. My mother, Amanda, was a librarian who worked part time in the local library. She was an attractive 42 year old drop dead gorgeous blonde who had finally divorced my father after years of him sleeping around. I never understood why he behaved like that; I would never have kicked my mother out of bed - I'd have tied her down just to keep her with me. We had just settled into a harmonious routine when my older sister Karen turned up late one evening with a tearful face, a packed suitcase and a cat. We finally managed to get her to tell us what was wrong; it turned out that she was another victim of the errant husband syndrome and had left the skirt chasing bastard after kicking him in the balls - hard. Like mother like daughter. So now the chicks, having flown once, were back in the nest.
Mum sorted out Karen's old room for her and we all settled into a revised routine that now included all three of us.
Due to the recent recession I was still struggling to find a permanent job, although I had had several part time positions that never seemed to last long. Mum was happy with her librarian's post and Karen had continued to be employed after her separation with her firm as Human Resources manager. She was waiting for her divorce to be finalised before deciding where her future lay. Currently not contributing any money to the running of the house my major task in all of this was to keep the house and garden clean and tidy. I also dabbled in some (very) basic cooking.
The summer had started off badly being wet and windy for several weeks, so although I managed to keep the house spotless the garden was beginning to look a trifle bedraggled and overgrown. The weather forecast had finally promised a change to warm weather, thanks to a ridge of high pressure that was funnelling warm winds up from the Sahara. I was vaguely optimistic and several times I'd looked out at the patio and wondered how long the grass would be before I would be able to get the mower out. It turned out that they were actually right for once and by the end of the week we were enjoying temperatures up in the seventies (degrees Fahrenheit not Centigrade). The lawn was duly cut and the borders trimmed and weeded in time for the three of us to relax by the pool on the Saturday.
Mum and Karen had decided to go shopping first, so, having got out of bed rather late I was unwinding by the pool when I heard the side gate open and they walked round to the back of the house. I was half asleep when I heard their excited chatter and I slowly opened my eyes to welcome them home only to nearly fall out of my lounger. Mum and Karen were looking absolutely stunning; Mum was wearing a white skirt and blouse that did nothing to disguise her voluptuous figure and her sexy legs were accentuated by her 4" high heeled white sandals; Karen was in a pink off the shoulder print dress that flared out form her small waist over her hips and at least several inches below "See level", she was also wearing a similar pair of sandals to Mum but in matching pink. Mum was a County class gymnast before she married and Karen had followed her into the County team while she was at school and college and both had stayed very fit, even after their sport careers had ended.
They were both just standing there gazing, open mouthed, at me as I lay on my back in the sun.
"Wow, what are you two gorgeous ladies doing in my garden?" I smiled. "Have you lost your way?"
Mum wiggled over on her high heels, the way she swayed her hips gave me an instant "hard-on" that I had great difficulty in concealing, and punched my shoulder, "Silly, we've been shopping." She spun round to display her nicely rounded ass, "Do you like?" Her taut firm buttocks were right in front of my face; what's not to like.
"You both look stunning. The genes must have missed me." I grinned as Karen also shimmied over and kissed me on the cheek. I didn't know in which direction to look first; four long shapely legs, two mouth-wateringly tight bums and four large wonderful quivering breasts.
"You have other qualities, little brother." My sister purred in my ear. "We've had a great morning, as you didn't ask! Mum and I bought several outfits; if you're really good we might model them for you."
The pair of them then turned and strolled arm in arm through the patio doors and into the kitchen. "Nice legs, ladies," I called out as they disappeared. God, I watched the best pair of asses I'd ever seen; and I had to be related to both of them. Just my luck!
I mentally chided myself and lay back on my lounger to soak up a few more rays after my hard labour earlier.
I woke suddenly, hot air blowing into both my ears, and sat up wondering what was happening. There were giggles from either side of me and I slowly shook my head to clear the cobwebs and looked around. Mum and Karen were standing either side of my lounger, leaning over me, with big smiles. "Hi sleepy head," Mum looked pleased with herself. I smiled back and then did a double take as my eyes took in what she was wearing. The provocative white skirt and blouse had been hot enough but had now been replaced with the smallest white bikini I had ever seen, either in magazines or in the flesh. The only portions of her large breasts covered by the white material were her nipples and areolas, and her pussy was almost not covered by a small triangle of material between her tanned thighs. She leaned down and lifted my jaw up with her fingers. "Cat got your tongue?" She asked.
"Uhh... Nooo." My tongue didn't seem to be attached to my brain. "Yo...you...look breath-taking!" I finally managed to gasp.
"There, that wasn't hard, now was it? Unlike that bulge you have hiding in your trunks." She had a wicked glint in her eyes. "If you can drag your eyes away for a moment, what do you think of your sister's choice?"
I turned to my left and was met by another vision, this time in canary yellow, but the material used was no greater than my mother's. "Wow," I was almost drooling, "is this what you both went out to buy?"
"We both decided to buy new bikinis as an afterthought." Karen's eyes shone with a mixture of laughter and desire. "We bought several new dresses and things before we decided to splash out on these." She giggled at her double meaning.
"And you decided to show me these first?" I grinned like a Cheshire cat. "There's not much less you can wear; anything after this would be a huge anti-climax." There was more naked body oozing out of both bikinis than I had ever seen before. The bulge in my trunks responded of its own accord and my mother and sister grinned in appreciation.
"Looks like we picked the right ones, sweetie," Mum turned to Karen, "We'll show you our other purchases later," she chuckled, "as long as you want us to."
"Oh I think I'll want you to, if what you've already shown me is anything to go by." I muttered to myself quietly, unable to take my eyes from my mother's and sister's almost naked flesh. They were both breathing heavily and my eyes were glued to the large amount of soft flesh that was pushing out either side of the small pieces of material that scarcely covered their delicious bosoms and taut rounded bottoms.
