Peeing with my Nudist Family

My husband travels a lot with his job and so he is gone a lot during the week and only home on weekends, leaving behind me and our two daughters, who are eighteen and twenty years old. Whenever he leaves, our happy little home turns into an all-girl sorority house with all the open nudity and raunchy talk that takes place. Both of the girls go to college locally and still live at home. Of course, sometimes, they still fight like sisters, but that's to be expected since they are sisters. For all of their lives, I've tried very hard to be a good mom but now that they are both adults, I don't feel the need to hide from them as much. Tiffany (the oldest) began testing the waters ever since she graduated from high school. Even when her dad was home, she would casually stroll from the bathroom across the hall back to her bedroom wearing only her panties and sometimes, she will walk around the house in only a tight t-shirt and panties in front of both me and her dad. Whenever Dad is gone, she won't even wear that much. This past summer, after Brianna (her little sister) graduated high school, things really changed as soon as the first Monday after her graduation. I sat at the table drinking coffee and looking at my phone as first one daughter and then the other showed up for a bowl of cereal completely naked. I wasn't wearing anything more than a long t-shirt that I pulled on after waking up, but it still felt remarkable seeing both of my beautiful girls completely naked in front of each other and me. I asked, "Did we suddenly become a nudist family and no one told me?"|szaab.com/` "Tiffany is naked all the time," Brianna pointed out and I knew she was telling the truth. "She hardly ever wears any clothes unless Dad is home." "Are you complaining?" I asked, hoping to avoid an argument before it got started. "No," she grumbled as she dripped a drop of milk on her bare chest and scooped it up with her finger. "Pig," Tiffany teased her sister, but that simple little gesture really got to me. I knew my youngest wasn't a little girl anymore. She was a full grown adult, the same age as me when I left for college and the adventures I had there. I had no doubt that she wasn't a virgin and I had guessed she was the wilder of the two because she seldom had a boyfriend. Instead, she had guys she would date and would never refer to them as a boyfriend. "Yeah, well you're a slut," Brianna shot back at her sister after being called a pig. "Stop it," I warned both of them. "You're just jealous," Tiff said, always needing to get in the last word. "At least I don't have to play with myself every single night," Brianna said, glaring at her sister as I fought back gasping in surprise. Our house is small and our girls have always had to share a bedroom. "That's because you do it in the shower," Tiff said. "With the showerhead." Tiffany turned to me. "And she never cleans up the floor afterwards. Some mornings, it's like a flood in there. That rug in front of the bathtub is always soaking wet because of her!" I'll admit that I sat there rather stunned at their argument. I was stunned enough after seeing both of them coming down to eat naked; and now this? "And you still do it every day," Tiffany added. "At least I don't do it in front of you!" Brianna charged. "I'm not in front of you, l'm in my bed and under my covers. Can I help it if we have to share a room?" "She's lying!" Brianna cried, looking for me to moderate. "She doesn't do it under her covers. She used to, but not any more. She does it right where I can watch." She narrowed her pretty blue eyes at her sister and glared at her. "I bet you like when I watch, don't you?" "Stop it," I said, barely able to make the words come out of my mouth. "Why not? You like girls as much as you like guys, don't you?" Tiff shouted back. "You too!" her sister shouted back and it was just too much for me. This was a crazy argument for them to be having and it needed to stop. "Me too," I tossed out, laughing as both girls suddenly forgot their argument and stared at me with big eyes and gaping mouths. "Well, I do," I said with a smile, getting up from the table for another cup of coffee. "Does Dad know?" Tiffany asked, sounding stunned. "What do you think?" I asked her, heading back with a full coffee cup. I think my playful smile gave her the answer she needed. After setting down my coffee cup, I pulled off my t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. "And there, now all of us are naked." "Mom? Are your nipples hard?" Brianna asked, staring at my chest. I have really long nipples. So does she. They are always long where it looks as if I am always excited whether I am or not. The only way you can know for sure is to touch them. They don't get a lot longer when I'm excited, just stiffer. Because Bri has nipples like me, she can usually tell the difference. "Probably," I said, testing one out by pinching it. "Yep," I reported, smirking at their stunned look. That's when I noticed that Tiffany's nipples had grown hard, too. Both Bri and I have tiny titties with our big, long nipples. Tiffany has bigger breasts but smaller nipples. Still, it was easier to tell with Tiffany when her nipples were hard because they grew a bit longer and darker. "So are Tiff's," I pointed out. Instinctively, Tiff covered both of her boobs as if she just realized she was topless. Well, actually, she was completely naked, but only her chest showed above the tabletop. I don't know if she crossed her legs, too. "Oh please," I said, laughing at her. "You don't have anything I haven't seen before." "All of us have seen it," Bri added. "What about you?" Tiff asked her sister. "Are your nips hard, too?" "Mine have been hard," Brianna said without checking and I believed her. It didn't take much for her nipples to get hard. I knew that because she had complained about that to me in the past, asking me if I was the same way. I am. "Want to check?" "Pervert," Tiffany said, blushing deeply and part of me couldn't help but think that maybe Tiffany did want to check. "You can touch mine if you want," I offered, making her blush even more even though that's not what I was trying to do. I've had other girls, even straight girls, who were interested in feeling my nipples. "I'm okay," she said, squirming a bit in her chair, something that didn't go unnoticed by her sister. "You're wet, aren't you?" "Maybe," Tiff said with a smirk. "You want to check?" "Maybe Mom does," Brianna suggested, laughing before she asked, "Have you really been with another girl?" "More than one," I assured her, patting her hand. "And Dad knows?" Tiff asked. "Dad's been there when it's happened," I said, past caring about whether I was shocking them or not. Well, no, that's not true. Actually, I was enjoying their shocked expressions as they saw their Mom in a new light. "And with more than one guy." Okay, again, to be honest, I didn't mean for that last part to come out the way that it did. What I had meant to say was that I had been with other guys since getting married to their father, but that's not what I said or how I said it and I don't think it really mattered because the way I said it was true, too. "Are you and Dad swingers?" Tiffany asked in a soft, shocked voice. "Oh hell no," I quickly said without explaining. "But we have lots of fun and, sometimes, it's with more than each other." Truth is, we had tried swinging and we didn't really care for the people we met. Lifestyle people are different. Some of them are nice and, sometimes, we still party with lifestyle people, but we don't participate in the munches and lunches or the meet-and-greets anymore. "Oh wow," Tiff said, looking across the table at her sister before trying to restart their argument. "Mom's a freak like you." "Tiffany steals your toys," Brianna said, unwilling to let her sister take a swing at her without punching back. My girls are so predictable like that. "Okay," I said, only a little surprised she had discovered my toy drawer. "I have plenty of them." "Like a whole drawer full," Brianna giggled, revealing that she's seen them, too. "Yep," I said without shame. "And I love each and every one of them in their own way." "Oh God," Tiffany said, blushing again. "Including the butt plugs?" Brianna asked, letting me know that she has really looked in my drawer. If she was trying to embarrass me, it didn't work. "Mm, especially those," I said with a big smile. "Have you ever been with two guys at the same time?" "Maybe," she said, finally blushing a little, which was hard to make her do. "Do you mean, like, dp?" Tiff asked and I couldn't tell if she was asking me or her sister. "It's fun," Brianna said with her head down as she shoved more cereal into her mouth. She gave me a tiny glance, as if checking to see my reaction. "Mm, it is, isn't it?" I said, patting her hand. "It's intense." I looked directly at Tiffany and asked, "You ever play with your butt?" "Oh my God! I can't believe my Mom just asked me that!" "Tiffany likes girls better than guys," Brianna said. "Girls can still play back there," I said, evening the playing field again. "Even with each other." If anyone should know that, I would. "I know," was all Brianna would say in reply, but I caught her squirming a little, too. "In fact, that's one of my favorite things to do to a girl?" "Fuck her up the ass?" she asked and I still had the impression she was trying to shock me. "Well, that and go down her back there. I love eating girl ass, especially if they've never done it before." "Oh God," Tiffany said in a soft, low tone that I think was supposed to be a gasp of shock and surprise. Instead, it sort of came out as the kind of gasp you make when something suddenly sends a shiver of excitement through you. Smiling, I winked at her. Her eyes went wide again for a moment, but then a little smile appeared at one corner of her lips. "I think we should become nudists," Brianna announced. "Even when your Dad comes home?" I asked. She nodded as she worked on swallowing her last spoonful of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. "But only if he does it, too." "You just want to see Dad naked," Tiffany accused. Before drinking from her bowl, Bri just shrugged as if it wouldn't be a big deal. "And hard," her sister added. "Maybe," Brianna giggled, looking for my reaction. "Do you think he would get hard in front of us?" "I don't think guys can control that sort of thing," I said, already knowing he would. Bruce loves being naked and he's usually either hard or mostly hard the entire time he is naked. Whenever the girls were gone, we would spend our time naked, a lot of time naked. "But would he?" Brianna asked. "I think so," I said, unsure about it. I knew he had noticed Tiffany's attempts at casual nudity and liked what he saw. I knew he had noticed and liked it before he had ever admitted it. Later, I had even teased him about it. "Do you mean get naked in front of us or get hard in front of us?" Tiffany asked Bri. "Both, I guess," she said with a playful grin. "I'm okay seeing him hard. I think it would be fun." "Meaning, you want to have fun with him," Tiffany said in that antagonist tone she uses when she's trying to start a fight. "That's Mom's job," Bri said. "You are such a pervert!" Tiff said, building her case. "You want to see them have sex, don't you?" Bri just shrugged. "Mom!" Tiffany whined. "Your Dad is allowed to have sex with anyone he wants," I said. "Anywhere and anytime. We both are." Tiff tried twisting my words. "You hear that? Mom just said it's okay if you have sex with Dad." "I hope he has a big one," Bri said from the sink where she was rinsing out her cereal bowl. "It's big enough," I said, laughing at the idea. Later, I would remember this part of our conversation and wonder if I that's when I had given Bri permission to fuck her Dad but, then again, lots of things happened very quickly after that strange breakfast. * * * * * Tiffany was right about our house being small, because it was. It was the most house we could afford when we bought it. But one of its nicer features would be the tall privacy fence that circles our backyard. We have a nice deck on the back of our house, too, with a hot tub in the corner surrounded by a gazebo with its own little shower. That's nice on hot summer nights because it doesn't have a roof and you can look up and see all the stars. When the girls were little, they would use the hot tub as a swimming pool and there were plenty of nights when the girls were sent to a babysitter so Bruce and I could entertain around that hot tub. What I'm getting at is that it wasn't a new thing to me for our backyard to be clothing optional. It was after breakfast when I realized the potted plants in the corner our low deck needed watering. I love my plants and always talk to them as I hand water them from a big watering can that I fill from the faucet outside. In colors of deep blue, purple, and bright red, I love my flowering ladies. Feeling as if it had been decided that we were now all nudists, I didn't twice about stepping out to the sunny deck and talking to my girls. "Mom?" Tiffany said from the patio door, looking shocked. "Why are you naked?" "I thought that was our deal?" I asked, noticing that she was still naked, too. "But you're outside." "No one can see," I said, surprised I needed to point that out to her. "That fence is ten feet tall for a reason." "So, this is okay?" she asked, squinting as she stepped into the sun. "Sweetie, you've seen me sunbath out here," I reminded her. "I know, but you were always laying down when you did that," she said, as if that would make a difference about being naked outside. She walked farther out on the deck, looking around as if it was the first time she had seen our backyard. "I guess you're right. It really is nice out here." I laughed at her and kept doing what I was doing. I noticed how she kept looking at me. Maybe there was something about seeing me in the sun that made seeing me naked look different to her, I don't know. "Is it really okay if Dad gets naked with us, too? I mean, even if it makes him hard?" "Even if he doesn't get naked, he'll get hard around us, dear. Especially if we're naked." "Yeah, I guess," she said, frowning a bit. "But doesn't it like hurt a guy if he stays hard for too long?" I asked where she had heard that and she told me about how one of her boyfriends had told her that. Later, I asked Bruce and laughed, saying the guy was probably talking about having a case of blue balls, a condition that can happen to a guy if he stays hard too long without getting off. But in the course of that conversation, Tiffany and I got to talk about some other things, too. I asked if she preferred girls and she said she wasn't sure, except she was off guys for a little bit. I told her a little bit about my college adventures, though only a little bit. Tiffany is funny because she embarrasses easily and shuts down. Taking a chance, I asked her, "So, you like girl butt, too?" She blushed, but she laughed, too. "So much," she managed. A moment later, she added, "And you have a great ass." "Aw," I said, accepting her compliment. "I should, I work hard enough to keep it." I work-out regularly, trying desperately to keep my figure and I think I do okay with it. Still, it was nice hearing that from her. That's when I told her, "The first time I did anything anal was with a girl." "The first time I liked it, I was with a girl," she said in a quiet voice as she continued blushing. "Now, I like it a lot." "I like doing it to girls," I confessed. "Yeah, me too," she said, flashing a big smile and I could tell she was thinking about what we had said over breakfast. Taking another risk, I asked her, "Do you really play with yourself in front of Bri?" She nodded. When I asked "Why?" she only shrugged. "Is it because you like being watched or because she's your sister?" "Mom!" she protested. "I'm just asking," I said, putting down my watering can and pulling her into a tiny hug. "You can talk to me, honey. I won't judge you." When I pulled away from my tiny, reassuring hug, I saw how her eyes dropped immediately to my tits and part of me just knew she was looking at them because she had felt them pressing up against her softer, bigger tits. "What if she wanted to help you do it?" "Mom!" she protested again, except it was softer. Taking her hand in mine, I pulled her hand to my chest. "Feel," I said, letting her squeeze my stiff nipple. My eyes fluttered as she tweaked my hard nipple. "Does that feel good?" "Does it feel good to you?" she asked in her quiet voice. "Does this feel good?" I asked, tweaking one of her nipples as I stared into her emerald green eyes. I couldn't think of a better way for her to understand how good her hand felt on my nipple than to let her experience the same thrill. "But you're my Mom," she said, although she didn't drop her hand or brush away mine. "Yes, I am," I said, suddenly more excited than I had any right to be as her words sunk in. "And you're my daughter," I whispered back. "And Bri is your sister." A funny expression passed over Tiffany's face that took me half a heartbeat to recognize as she closed her eyes tight for a moment and inhaled sharply. She was excited, too. Maybe as excited as me. When I guided her other hand to my other nipple, she didn't resist. "Your nipples feel so good," she sighed. "I bet I feel the same as Bri," I pointed out since we have the same type of nipples. "Do you really think so?" "I do," I said, now lightly caressing both of Tiffany's breasts, too. "What if she catches us doing this?" "What's she doing?" I asked, not stopping and neither did she. "She's in the shower," she said with a smirk that instantly told me that meant she was probably masturbating. "She's in love with that showerhead. It's always on pulse and she never hangs it back up." "What if she's doing it and thinking about you?" I asked. "She's probably thinking about Dad." "What about you?" I asked, sliding one of my hands down her flat stomach and cupping her pussy. Tiffany always kept a skinny landing patch right above her slit and nothing more. I didn't ask as I slipped a finger between her nether lips and felt her heat. She felt as wet as me. "Mommy?" she asked, wide-eyed and frozen in place. "Why are you touching me?" "Because you want me to, don't you?" I asked, ignoring how much I wanted to touch her, too. Like she did whenever she was nervous about something, Tiffany bit her bottom lip before nodding her head very slowly, as if nodding her head slowly made it more obvious how she felt about it. "Touch me," I said, unsure if she would. She blinked a couple times before sliding a hand between my legs, too. Her fingers moved as intimately as against my body as mine did to hers. "Can you feel how wet I am?" Another nod. "Because of you," I admitted. "Because I'm a girl?" "Because you're my daughter," I said right before pressing our lips together and shoving my tongue deep inside her mouth. She moaned and kissed me back as she began rubbing my pussy harder and faster. I felt her slipping two fingers inside my hot, wet pussy. She didn't keep them there, she knew it was more fun rubbing my swollen aching clit, but I knew why she had done it. She wanted to feel how hot and wet I was because I that's why I had done the same thing to her. Honestly, I don't know how we kept our balance as we kissed and fingered each other while still groping each other's chests. I loved her larger, fuller breasts beneath the palm of my hand. She clearly enjoyed the twin points of my long, hard nipples as she raked her hand across my chest from one to the other as we kissed. When she came, I felt her gushing against my fingers as I came against her hand, too. "Oh God, I love you," she gasped, breaking our kiss. "And I love you, baby," I said, as desperate and rattled as I'm sure she felt, too. My knees felt weak and we were both coated in a thin sheen of perspiration from standing in the bright, hot sun. "And we can do this anytime you want." "Promise?" she asked, staring deeply into my eyes as if searching for any hint of bullshit. "This and more," I said, reaching a finger farther between her legs and very gently caressing her puckered asshole. "Oh my God!" she squealed, sounding exactly like my Tiffany again even before she started laughing. "Don't tease." "Who's teasing?" I asked, wrapping my hand around her waist and pressing my wet finger against her butt. I pressed until the tip went inside. "Two can play at that game," she giggled, doing the same to me. "Careful or I'll make you eat my ass," I warned, wiggling the finger I had inside of her. "You might love it." "Mm, I know I would." Tiffany kissed me again before stepped backwards half a step. She looked at me from head-to-toe, as if memorizing seeing me naked in the sun or something. I know that's what I was doing to her, anyway. Looking me directly in the eyes, she smiled brightly. "I love you, Mom." "And I love you, Tiffany," I said, actually reciting her entire name when I said it, first, middle, and last. She glanced over her shoulder inside the house and I knew why. "Looking for Bri?" "Yeah. Do you think she saw us?" "Why don't you go check on her?" "Okay," she said, nearly skipping her way back inside the house. I ran my hand through my hair and wondered what the fuck just happened. Did I really do that? Did I really just have sex with my daughter? I searched my conscious for the first sign of guilt and couldn't find any. I hadn't forced her to do it. I hadn't tricked her into doing it. She had wanted it, too. No, the more I thought about it, the more I felt excited about what had happened instead of shameful. * * * * * It was the first day of summer for my girls even if it wasn't yet the first day of real summer and there were things that had to be done around the house, even if my house had suddenly become a clothing optional house. Brianna reappeared with wet hair and Tiffany right behind her. "Have fun?" I asked her. Brianna smiled broadly before admitting, "Yeah, I did." "Did you clean up the floor afterwards?" "No ma'am," she said, turning heel and marching back down the short hallway. Tiffany smirked as Brianna stormed past her. "Get dressed," I told her. "We're planting the garden today and we need to go buy plants." "Aw Mom!" she whined, but then she turned followed after her sister, turning left into her bedroom. I got dressed, too, and I think it was a competition to see who could dress the sluttiest. I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a tight crop top that used to have a bra built into it. I had pulled out of the bra long ago. Sometimes, I would wear that top to class for Zumba or yoga because I liked the attention. Tiffany wore a short pair of jean shorts that allowed half her ass to hang out of the bottom and a loose fitting t-shirt without a bra. "What?" she asked as I started at her chest. "You always wear a bra," I said, enjoying how she looked and excited that she would want to wear that outfit in public. "So?" she asked, actually belligerent as if it shouldn't be a big deal. Brianna showed up a moment later wearing a simple sundress with spaghetti straps. Tiffany flipped up her skirt, showing that was all she wearing. "Hey!" Brianna complained. "Just checking," Tiff said with a big smile. "Where's your bra, slut?" "Same place as your panties," she shot back without even blinking. "Stop it," I said, leading the way to the garage. "You know we can see your ass, right?" Brianna said. "Good," I said, flashing a smile they couldn't see from behind me. I was glad she noticed I hadn't bothered with panties, not even the thong I usually wore. Tiffany won the game of calling "shotgun" for who got to ride in the front seat and we were halfway to Lowe's when Tiffany turned around and announced to Brianna, "Mom and I went outside naked." "So? I do it all the time," Brianna said, never looking up from her phone. "No one can see." "Really?" I asked, watching her in the rearview mirror. "All the time," she said, flashing me a smile. "Sometimes, I pee outside." "Freak," Tiffany said. "I like doing it. Outside, I can pee standing up." "As long as you don't pee on my plants," I said, laughing at her. Truth is, I've peed outside, too. Why walk all the way to the bathroom when the patio doors are right there? Of course, I've done much more pee outside, too. I've had sex out there with more than just their Dad. Through the years, the hot tub had proven to be a very hot spot more than once. There was even a very interesting evening with my brother and Bruce, but that's a different story, isn't it? We strolled through the gardening center, picking out tiny little plants for this year's vegetable garden. We eat a lot of veggies in my house and very little meat. I know it's more expensive, but I like to buy plants that have already sprouted because I'm not very good at starting things from seeds. Either I plant them too deep or water them too much. I'm sure all the men at Lowe's enjoyed the eyeful of three attractive women shopping their store. The woman at the checkout counter seemed confused by the three of us. "I'm their Mom," I announced, guessing at her problem. "Really? You look way too young to be their Mom," she said, eyeing the three of us again. "Maybe a young aunt or something." I floated back to the car without my feet ever touching the ground. "You really are hot," Brianna offered as she pushed the cart full of our treasures. "All my guy friends and girlfriends think so, too. You were like the most popular MILF in my school." "Stop it," I said, nearly blushing. Truth is, there were a couple other hot moms who had gone to their school, and I might have helped more than one of them to relive their college days of experimenting with lesbianism. Her compliment meant more before she announced, "I'm hungry. Can we do a drive-thru?" "We should do it topless!" Tiffany squealed, surprising the hell out of me. "You've done that?" I asked, surprised that she had ever done something like that. Between the two of them, Tiffany was more likely to be shy. "I'll do it if you do it!" Brianna called from the backseat. She pulled her arms through her spaghetti straps and pulled down her top, exposing her tiny titties with nipples like mine. "Do it, Mom!" Tiffany said, pulling off her top, too. "No way!" I said, sitting behind a big pickup truck sitting up very high. Both the girls badgered me and I finally announced, "Okay, but then we stay topless for the entire drive home." "Okay!" they sang together and I pulled off my top as I ordered three salads. I was disappointed when I pulled up the payment window and girl taking orders never took her eyes off the order screen in front of her. She glanced at me, but I don't think she did more than notice my face as she took my card, swiped it, and held out the receipt while talking into her headset. "Oh my God!" said the girl at the food window as she gaped with eyes so wide that I don't know how they stayed in her head. She leaned over, looking past me at Tiffany and glancing into the backseat at Brianna. Her mouth gaped open and before she could say something, I pulled away with our food. "Wasn't that Destiny Carlson?" Brianna asked, popping the top off her salad and eating her lettuce with her fingers. I asked who that was. "Tiffany went to school with her. She was a real bitchy cheerleader." "Real bitchy," Tiffany said, digging into her salad, too. If it bothered her to be topless, it didn't show. After turning right out of the parking lot, I got stuck at the light next to the big, jacked up pickup truck that had been behind me. The passenger looked down and saw me sitting topless just as the light turned green and I suddenly felt like it may have been a bad idea to say we had to stay topless. On the way home, I heard all about how Destiny had gotten pregnant right before graduation, got married to some moran, and now lived in a trailer on the other side of town. When we got home, I had to peel my yoga pants off me. I had gotten so wet, they were clinging to me. The three of us left our clothes in the laundry room, the least used room in the house this past summer. We planted the garden in the nude and I think our plants liked it. Over the summer, they grew big and strong, though I know you probably don't care about any of that. We rinsed dirt off our hands with the garden hose. I left the girls to water our newly planted garden while I went inside for three glasses of iced tea. As I sat sunning myself, my two laughing, naked, and very wet daughters joined me. "Did you get any water on the plants?" I asked. "Some," Brianna promised, plopping down in the chair let to me before twisting it to face the sun. "You know, I used to always wonder why you didn't have tan lines. I thought maybe you tanned at the gym until I found out there isn't a tanning booth at your gym." "I could have told you," Tiffany said. "I used to see her lying out sometimes when I came home from my college classes and she was always naked." "Do you really think Daddy will get naked with us?" Bri wanted to know. "Guess we won't know until he comes home, will we?" I said with a whimsical smile. I knew my husband. Ever since our daughters became of legal age, he couldn't stop staring at them. He said it was like that at work, too. He never noticed a pretty girl at work unless he saw her socially. He's just funny like that but I think it's funny in a good way. * * * * * For dinner, I had a delicious Eggplant Parmesan recipe I had been waiting to try. There's not a lot of room in my small kitchen. Brianna offered to help while her sister sat at the table looking at her phone and laughing at us being messy and playful. Bri held up the eggplant so it looked like the emoticon for a dick and stroked it as if that's what it was, making all of us laugh. At some point, Tiffany asked, "Who has longer nipples?" "I do," I said, without knowing for sure. "Only when they're hard," Bri said. "No, I think they're always longer," I said, turned to face her. We're nearly the same height. I stepped closer until our nipples were side-by-side. "See?" My nipples lightly touched her breasts while there was a small bit gap between her nipples and my breasts. "Are you nipples hard?" she asked. It was a fair question. Because our nipples are longer than most girls, our nipples always look hard. "Are yours?" I asked, wiggling my chest from side-to-side, raking my nipples against hers and vice versa. If my nipples weren't hard, that made them that way. "They are now," she giggled, watching between us as she started moving side-to-side, too. "If we keep doing this, I'm going to get hard somewhere else," I said, staring into her bright blue eyes. She blinked, looking confused. "Down here," I said, touching her pussy instead of mine. "You're going to make my clit hard." As soon as my fingers touched her pussy, her eyes went wide with surprise, but she didn't pull away, not even when my finger slipping inside her slit. What I found between her pussy lips surprised me. "Oh my God, your clit is huge!" "I know," she giggled. She stood rock solid still until I gently pinched the nub of her extended clit and then she shivered. "It's like a little dick!" I said, stunned, surprised, and turned-on all at the same time. "I wanna see!" Tiffany cried out, stepping around the counter into my tiny kitchen. "Show her," I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and spinning her around before Bri ever had a chance to react. My hands slipped down her body as I pulled apart her pussy lips, exposing her sensitive nub to the air. "Oh God!" Tiffany squealed with delight. "Can I touch it?" She didn't wait for Bri before touching her sister. Thankfully, Bri did say that she could. She was laughing about it, too, squealing and squirming as her sister pushed open her pussy lips and gently caressed the stiff, little nub of a pronounced clit. "It's like a little dick," Tiff marveled, moving to her knees for a better look. "Then suck it," Bri teased. Tiff looked up with a shocked look on her face to see if her sister was kidding or not when our eyes met as I watched over Brianna's shoulder. I nodded for her to do it. Tiffany flashed a wickedly little smile before she wrapped her lips around Brianna's clit and began nursing on it like it was a nipple. "Oh my God!" Brianna squealed. "Let her do it," I said, moving my hands up to her tits and squeezing nipples that felt so much like my own. "But Mom!" she protested, squirming against me. "It's okay, baby," I cooed, pinching and gently rocking her nipples back and forth. "Really?" she asked, reaching behind her back. "What about this?" She cupped my pussy and I felt a finger slip between my puffy, excited lips. "Is this okay, too?" "Oh baby," I purred, so excited. When she looked at me over her shoulder, I pressed my lips against hers and we kissed. We kept on kissing until Brianna had an orgasm and had to pull away. "Okay, stop," she told Tiffany, pushing at her head. "I get too sensitive." Tiffany sat back on her knees, her chin glistening wet from her sister's pussy, and she smiled up at us. "You taste good." "Mom feels good," Bri said, still fingering me. She pulled her hand away, offering a wet finger to Tiff. "How does she taste?" Without hesitating, Tiffany sucked her finger clean. "Okay, enough," I said, feeling cramped and trapped in that tiny kitchen. It really was too small of a space for the three of us. "I'll never get supper finished like this." "I'm not hungry for supper," Brianna said, following Tiffany out of the kitchen. She grabbed my hand and pulled me with her. "Mom has the biggest bed," Tiffany said, leading the way towards the hallway. "And toys," Bri giggled as we formed a chain of three holding hands. * * * * * The lustful spell that had descended over us didn't stop once we reached my room, though there was the smallest of hesitation as the three of us swapped questioning glances. I know each of us had the same question in our mind. Were we really going to do this? We knelt on my bed, each of us looking hopeful and a bit nervous. "Kiss," I told my girls with my hands on the back of their heads, pushing them together. Neither fought me. The first kiss was hesitant, as if testing the waters, and then their second kiss showed their passion as they grabbed each other and began kissing furiously while their hands roamed each other's bodies. Over the course of the next two hours, the three of us combined in every way imaginable. I thrilled as Brianna went down on her sister, in part, because I knew how much it meant to Tiffany. I laid next to them on the bed and kept whispering in Tiffany's ear, "That's your sister doing that. Not a girlfriend. Your sister. Your sister is eating your pussy." She screamed so loud that I was afraid what the neighbors might think if they had heard her. When I say we did everything, I really meant it, too. We took turns eating each other's asses. We fingered everywhere. We kissed and laughed and took turns driving each other wild. In between every orgasm, one of us would remark, "I can't believe we're doing this!" We only stopped out of sheer exhaustion. All three of us felt too limp to have another orgasm. We cuddled together for a long time before finally leaving the bed. I was first to leave the bed. I needed to pee. We have a small bathroom that's part of the master bedroom. I left the door open as I sat on the toilet, unashamed of peeing in front of my girls. I didn't flush when I was done. We had a rule in my house that I had learned in college, If it's yellow, let it mellow. "What about Dad?" Brianna asked, trading places with me. Being a pervert and a bad mom, I leaned against the wall and watched her pee because I think it's fun. "Are you going to tell him about us?" "I think he should know, don't you?" "Maybe," she said, holding her pussy open as she blotting herself dry. "You could send him a selfie," Tiffany said from the doorway, holding herself. Either she had to pee that badly or she was touching herself. I didn't ask which it was. "Let me get my phone," I offered, heading back to the kitchen where it sat on the counter. The girls showed up a moment later to pose with me. As I held my phone up and away from me, they ducked under my arms, each of them grabbing one of my boobs while holding their open mouths near my nipples as if they were about to suck on them. I snapped the picture and added a text message before sending it, "Guess what? We're now a family of nudists!" A moment later, my phone rang with Bruce on the other end. I put it on speaker phone and set it down. "What is with that picture?" he asked, sounding stunned and amazed. I could hear the sounds of the car in the background and knew he must be driving. "We're nudists now, Daddy," Brianna sang. "Hot, sexy nudists," Tiffany sang. "Shit, am I on speaker?" Bruce asked. "Is that okay?" I asked, reaching for my phone, reading to just talk if that's what he needed to do. "It's fine," he chuckled. "But that picture, you know?" I could hear the unspoken question in his voice. "Yeah, that's something, isn't it?" I replied while both daughters bit back giggles. Bruce waited for more of an explanation, but we didn't offer one. "Yes, it's something," he finally agreed. "Makes me wish I was home." "Us, too," I told him. "Will you get naked with us, Daddy?" Brianna asked. "I don't know, dear," he said as the driving noises changed. A moment later, I could tell he had turned off his car. "Do you want me to?" "I think you should," I said so he would know. "Really? What if, you know, I mean . . ." he said and I knew what he meant. I think all three of us did. "Yeah, what if?" Tiffany answered. "Wow," was all he could say. "I mean, it could happen." "Lots of things could happen," I said, unsure if he would pick up on my meaning or not, so I added, "All of them good." "Maybe," he tentatively agreed, sounding very perplexed. "You think so?" "I know so," I said, unsure how much the girls wanted me to tell him. "It sounds like you've stopped driving." "I'm in front of the hotel." "Okay, go check in. I have to finish supper, anyway." "I love you girls, all of you," he said. "We love you, too, Daddy!" Tiffany said. "Hurry home and be naked with us!" Brianna said. "Call me later, baby," I said and we hung up. "You can't tell him," Tiff said as soon as the line went dead. "Why not?" I asked, looking from Tiffany to Brianna. "Please don't," Brianna said, for once on the same side as her sister. "We should act like nothing's changed." "Yeah, like we're just nudists now and nothing else," said her sister with a big grin. "He's going to know," I said, knowing my husband. "Not if you don't tell him!" "Fine," I agreed, hating myself a little for saying that. I'm not good at keeping secrets, especially from my husband. With the three of us starving, I changed our supper plans and we ordered out pizza. After a bit of discussion, I was allowed to answer the door in a long t-shirt. Bruce called back an hour later, which was about when I expected him to call. I knew he wouldn't call as soon as he got to his room. We were still sitting at the table when he called. I put the phone up to my ear as the girls fell silent. "Hey baby," I cooed. "So what was with that picture?" "They were just being silly," I said for my audience. I could tell they approved. "Because it looked like they were both going to suck your tits." "Yeah, it did look like that, didn't it?" I giggled, more from nerves than anything else. Bruce hesitated for a moment and I was afraid he was going to call me out for lying to him. Instead, he said, "Do they really want to see me naked, too?" "Bri does," I admitted, since it had been obvious to me that she was most curious about seeing her dad naked. "Tiff, too." "But what if I get hard?" "I know," I sighed, wanting to tell him the rest and holding back. "I think that's what they hope will happen." "Jesus," he swore. "Oh please, it's not like you don't get hard because of them already." "But they don't know that, do they?" "I don't know," I said. "I've never told them that you do, but maybe they've noticed. Their girls, Bruce. They notice things like that, even if it's their Dad." "Christ-on-a-stick," he swore again, which was something he didn't do very often. "They really are our children, aren't they?" "And they're not children anymore," I pointed out. "They are full grown adults, both of them." "Don't remind me," he groaned. "Well, how are you doing with their decision that we're now nudists?" "You know me," I said even as I realized I needed to say more. "It's not a big change. It's like a sorority house around here whenever you're gone." "Mm, I know," he chuckled. I had told him that before and he always liked the image that conjured up. "Too bad it's not like when you were in college." "Stop it," I giggled, squirming because I knew precisely what he meant. "This has to be driving you crazy." "It is," I admitted, blushing a little as my nipples grew hard enough to ache. I ran a hand across my chest, enjoying the thrill. "I'm so wet." "I keep looking at that picture. You know I can see their tits, right?" "Uh-huh," I said because I had made sure he could when I took the picture. "I'm hard as fuck right now." "Send me a pic." "No, you'll show it to them." "So?" I said, laughing because he knew me so well. "God, you are such a pervert!" "We both are," I giggled, not even a little offended by his words. "When are you coming home?" "Fuck, I don't know. It's supposed to be this weekend. Friday, at the earliest." "Sucks." "Mm, I want to be sucked." "Then find yourself someone." "Don't tempt me," he grumbled. He knew I wasn't kidding. I was okay with him getting some while he was on the road as long as he was okay with me dating while he was gone. I also knew that he seldom took me up on my offer. "I think I'm just going to jerk-off to that picture and call it night." "I love you." "I love you, too," he said before hanging up. "I hate you two," I said, glaring at them. "I don't ever lie to your father." "You didn't lie," Tiffany said. "You just didn't tell him everything." "Close enough," I said, still feeling bad about it. It wasn't right that I was having fun and he wasn't. "This better not be a game. You better damn well greet him at the door naked and wet." "We promise, Mommy," Brianna swore. * * * * * I slept alone that night. I know I could have had company, but I refused it. I still played with myself, mostly because I knew that's what Bruce was doing, too. I know it probably sounds funny, but I like playing with myself when I know he's doing it. In a weird way, it makes me feel closer to him. As I fell asleep, I wondered how I was going to last four more days before he made it home. As it turns out, we wouldn't have to wait. I was sound asleep when I felt the bed rock as someone joined me. Before his hand ever touched my body, I knew it was him. I knew it was my husband! I woke up instantly, pulled him to me, and kissed him deeply. "What are you doing home?" "I reassigned my appointments," he said, still dressed and laughing as I tugged at his clothes. "Harold can do them." "But you hate Harold," I said, confused as I tried to figure out what time it was. "But I love you more than I hate him," he said, smothering me with kisses. He was so hard and his hard cock felt so good. "So what the hell is going on around here?" "What time is it?" I asked, noticing it was brighter than I expected outside. "Nearly six," he said. "Did you even sleep?" "A couple hours," he admitted. "And not well. I jerked-off, went down to the hotel bar, drank a Long Island Iced Tea, and fell asleep. Then I woke up a just past one o'clock sober and with a hard-on that wouldn't quit." "This hard-on?" I purred, stroking his long, hard cock. "This very same one," he laughed. "I haven't been soft since I started my drive." "Good," I said, climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom. Along the way, I glanced at the clock on the dresser and saw that it was actually well after six. As I sat and peed, I thought about our girls sleeping naked in their room. They were going to be so excited to see their Daddy home. That's when it occurred to me, maybe he should be excited to see them, too. After leaving the bathroom, I turned towards the hallway. "Where are you going?" he asked in a soft voice. "To start the coffee," I said. Hands over his hard-on, Bruce followed after me. "Aren't you going to help me with this?" "Yes," I said, pushing one of his hands away and pulling on him a few times as he stood next to me in the kitchen. "But not until later." "But baby, I need it," he moaned, covering himself up again when my hands got too busy working the Keurig coffeemaker. "The girls will be up soon," I said as casually as I could. "They're still on school hours." "Crap," he said, looking down at himself. "I can't let them see me like this." "Yes you can," I said, laughing as his eyes went wide with shock. "In fact, I think they want to see you like that." "No way!" "Let's sit and drink some coffee," I said, swapping out K-cups for a second cup. I gave him the first cup. "At least let me put on some shorts." "Only if they walk out here dressed." "You already know they won't," he whined. "They don't even know I'm home, do they?" "Probably not," I said, staring at the machine as my cup started filling. Changing my mind about which cup belonged to him and which one was mine, I picked up the first cup and carried it to the table where I sat as if it was just another morning. "Are you going to join me?" "I can't believe I'm doing this," he said, holding one hand in front of him as he carefully carried his coffee cup to the table to sit at the end. He blew across his cup, took a small sip, and stared at me. "Are we really doing this?" "Why not?" "Because I'm hard as hell for one." "Mm," I said, reaching beneath the table and caressing his knee. "And that's not helping," he groaned. "I know something else that's not going to help," I said, putting both my hands on top of the table. From where I sat, I could see the hallway well enough to catch a glimpse of a naked butt walking between her room and the bathroom across the hall. I couldn't be sure whether it was Brianna or Tiffany, but in a moment, it wouldn't matter. "Good morning," I told Brianna as she paused halfway down the hall to stretch. Like her dad and I, she was still naked. "Morning," she said, taking five more steps before she saw who I was sitting with. "Daddy!" she squealed, running over to him for a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. For the briefest of moments, it didn't seem to matter one bit that she was naked. Well, I take that back. Bruce's eyes went wide enough to fall out of his head as his jaw dropped open at the sight of his naked daughter charging him. "Good morning, Sunshine," he managed to eek out despite himself. Brianna was always "Sunshine" in the morning and Tiffany was always "Morning-shine." "And you're naked!" Brianna squealed, getting a good look at him both naked. "It's what we do now, right?" he said with his legs crossed and one hand covering his hard-on. "Yep!" she said, flashing me one of the happiest smiles I've ever seen on her face. She went into the kitchen, poured a bowl of cereal, and sat down across from me, all with her big smile beaming brightly. I'm not sure if Bruce noticed, but I did. Her nipples looked every bit as hard as mine felt. "Tiffany is going to be so excited!" "Was she awake yet?" "Barely. You know her. She always wakes up and then pretends to be asleep." "Is that Daddy?" Tiffany asked, already halfway down the hallway. She started walking faster until she rounded the corner and saw him. "Daddy!" she squealed as loudly as her sister as she began her charge for a hug and a kiss. "Good morning, Morning-shine," Bruce said, laughing even as his eyes poured over the sight of our first born naked, too. "What's so funny?" Tiff demanded, hugging him and looking into his lap, trying to get a glimpse of what he was hiding. "All of this," Bruce said, shaking his head in disbelief as he continued to laugh. "I can't believe this is happening." "Believe it," I assured him, hoping he might catch my drift that he had no idea what else was happening, too. "Why are you covered up?" Tiff asked. "Why do you think?" he replied. "I don't know," she said with a not-so-innocent smirk on her face. Straightening up, she put her hands on her hips and stared directly at her father. "Daddy, are you hard?" "Maybe," he mumbled, looking more amused than anything else. He tried to keep his eyes on her face, except his gaze kept slipping down her body. "Don't be mean," Brianna admonished, slapping her sister's bare butt. "Hey!" Tiff cried out. Sticking her plump little round butt out towards her sister, she made a demand. "Kiss it and make it better." "I'm sorry," Brianna said, swallowing a mouthful of cereal before she leaned over and gave Tiff's curvy little butt a neat little peck on her left cheek. Poor Bruce did a spit take, spraying coffee all over the table. "That did NOT just happen!" he exclaimed. "The part where she kissed her butt or the part where they were nice to each other?" I asked, laughing so hard that I thought I would die. "Well, both," Bruce said, grabbing napkins from the centerpiece and cleaning up his mess. "I love my little sister," Tiffany said, turning around, poking her bare ass towards her Dad, and giving Brianna a little hug. "And I love Tiffany," Brianna said, giving her sister a peck on the lips. "Christ-on-a-stick," Bruce swore, unable to believe anything he was seeing. "I leave for one day and this happens?" "I love my Mommy, too," Tiffany said, squeezing behind her Dad as she walked around the table. When she hugged me, she made it point to cup one of my breasts. "I love Mommy a lot." Bruce's mouth worked up and down, but nothing came out. "Surprise," I said, patting his hand. "Yeah, no-fucking-shit," he gasped, noticing how Tiffany was tweaking my nipple. She wasn't subtle about it. "Be a dear and get your Dad a new cup of coffee," I said, pulling the half empty cup away from him and handing it to Tiffany while I scooped up the soiled napkins and threw them away. "We planted the garden yesterday," Brianna said through a mouthful of cereal as if nothing odd or strange was happening. "That's good, dear," Bruce said in his distracted voice. The poor man. He didn't know where to look. He gazed at Brianna's nudity, and then at mine as I sat back down, and finally at Tiffany's as she brought him a new cup of coffee. His eyes lingered on her backside as she pranced back into the kitchen for a cup of her own coffee. Slowly, he returned his attention to me. "And you're okay with all this?" "Are you?" I asked, only a little worried to hear his answer. He nodded, but I pressed for more. "Really?" "I might never stand up again, but sure. Why not?" "Actually, I think they're hoping you'll stand up," I pointed out. "Not happening," he said. "Aw Dad!" Tiffany whined. Brianna was right there with her with a mournful, "Please Daddy!" "You might be surprised at what they can convince you to do," I said, sliding my hand beneath the table and halfway up his thigh. His eyes went wide again. Leaning over, I shoved my hand beneath his and grabbed his hard cock. "Go Mom!" Brianna cheered right before she ducked beneath the table to sneak a peek. "Cut it out," Bruce growled and I sat back up with a big smile on my face. "Fine, if you don't want it, maybe someone else does." Leaning to the opposite end of the table where Tiffany sat, I put my hand directly on her tit and playfully teased her excited nipple. "Pass it on," I said, sitting back to smirk. Wearing a matching smirk on her face, Tiffany reached across the table and did the same to her sister. After a moment, she pulled back and repeated, "Pass it on." Brianna did the best she could trying to tweak her Dad's flat nipples. "He likes it rough," I said and that made it easier as she gently pinched his nipple and twisted just a bit. "Like that?" she asked him. "Cut it out," he said, blushing as he wiped her hand away. "Pass it on," Brianna told him. Still sitting red-faced, Bruce kept his hands to himself. As fun as it was torturing him, enough was turning into enough. "Stand up," I told him. "No." "Bruce Michael Johnson," I snapped. "Stand up and put your hands to your sides." "But. . ." was all he managed to get out before I cut him off. I used the sternest sounding voice I had ever used with him. "Stand up, put your hands to your sides and let us see." His face grew redder. I think filling with anger instead of embarrassment as he glared at me. "Fine," he growled, pushing back his chair, grabbing the lip of the table and pushing himself to a standing position, fully exposing his long, hard cock in all of its glory along with his smoothly shaved balls and closely cropped pubic hair. "Are you happy now?" "I am," Tiffany said, staring directly at his prick. "Me too," Brianna added, staring at the same spot. "Now get me another cup of coffee," I demanded before dropping the stern wife routine and softly adding, "Please?" He glared at me again, snatched up my cup, and went into the kitchen where he was momentarily hidden behind the counter. "Which kind do you want?" he asked, still not sounding happy. "French roast, please," I said with a smile. When he asked,