I was first out, so went to the fridge and opened a bottle of white wine. There was a wine cooler on the kitchen bench, so put some ice in it and took the bottle out to the pool area.
Mum and dad were not far behind me. As they walked through the glass doors. My jaw dropped at the sight before me. My bikini was skimpy enough I thought, but mum had out done me. I instantly recognised the brand as Wicked Weasel, famous for its sparse use of material in the making of their costumes. Mum had an excellent body and she really pulled it off, but I was still shocked to see such an expanse of flesh, which by the way was deeply tanned.
Dad had a shock in store too. I was uncertain if what he was wearing was swimwear or erotic underwear. It could have been described as Speedos, but 3 sizes too small. There was an absolute minimum of material the top of the costume barely covering his penis and balls, which were firmly enclosed in that tight package, which strained under the effort of containing them. His body was golden brown all the way down to that miniscule covering. It became obvious that dad enjoyed getting as much sun on his body as possible. I felt positively overdressed!
“Mmmmmmm, looking good you guys,” was about all that I could stammer out. Mind you, I was loving the look, despite my shock.
“Looking good yourself Julie,” dad said with an appreciative wink, which again sent a tingle through my pussy.
I poured three drinks and we each took a sip before jumping into the pool.
The water was divine, and we splashed around, laughed and joked. Dad set off on a few laps and mum and I stood by the pool’s edge.
“Got to say mum, I love your outfits, but I am a bit surprised, there isn’t much left to the imagination,” I managed to spurt out.
“They are nice aren’t they,” mum confided, “I must admit they make us feel sexy. We aren’t really that old you know.”
“Of course not, you are both in the prime of your life, you can dress and do as you please,” I replied honestly.
With that, dad swum over to the ladder and climbed out of the pool. I watched intently as he went over to the table and picked up his drink and returned to the side of the pool. I took a deep breath from what I saw. The water had made his costume totally transparent, and his cock and balls were clearly evident. His cock had swollen slightly and was straining at the material. Mum cast me a quick glance as if to judge my reaction. She said nothing to dad about possibly covering up. Dad did turn though and went and sat at one of the sunlounges.
Mum decided to leave the pool too. Like dad, her costume had become completely transparent and her nipples were on clear display, along with the slit of her pussy. She too grabbed her wine and sat on a spare sunlounge. I did the same and we all three sat silently for a moment until I just had to say something.
“You guys have sure shocked me with your costumes,” I finally piped up. “Not that I am complaining, you look fabulous, but I didn’t think that was your thing.”
“Well honey,” mum replied, “things have changed a bit since you left home. We have taken to being nude as much as possible. We love the freedom of it all. We go to nude beaches too so I guess you can see that we have pretty good tans. But we thought we had better wear something in front of you. We had an idea that you are OK with nudity, but we didn’t want to shock you up front.”
“Well you are right mum, I am comfortable being nude, I’m nude all the time at home and I go to nude beaches too,” I answered. “Thank you for being so considerate but where do go from here? I mean, we are practically naked now, there certainly isn’t much left to the imagination with your outfits. We are adults and we are family. I personally have no problem if we are naked around each other.”
“Oh Julie darling, we were hoping that you would feel that way,” dad gushed. “You are right, we are family and we should be able to be comfortable around each other.”
We all stood up and it seemed the most natural thing to do to have a group hug. It felt so nice to feel our bodies pressed against each other. I could sense a new dawn in our relationship, an honest openness that could only make us closer.
“So? shall we do it? Will we get out of these silly things?” I suggested.
And so we did. It was with a sense of relief that we could enjoy being naked.
Theatrically, I threw my swimmers on the table and arms in the air did a swirl, inviting mum and dad to cast an eye over my naked body. I felt no shame or apprehension. Mum and dad did likewise. Naturally, I needed to check out dad’s equipment. Certainly, he was blessed with a gorgeous cock. It was fully flaccid yet must have been every bit of seven inches. It was proportionately thick and I have to admit, I had never seen a more beautiful example of manhood.
Mum looked equally stunning. Of course, she was only in her mid forties and had only had the one child and she was a regular at the gym. What a handsome couple my parents were. I was filled with pride.
“This is so much better,” I said, “it’s ridiculous to wear swimming costumes in the pool. They cling to you and are so uncomfortable. I’m not ashamed of my body, I see nothing wrong with nudity and we are family.”
“Honey, we are on board with you,” dad added, “we can be naked where and when we want. It is the new us and I like it.”
With that he sat down and reached for his wine. Mum sat down next to him and took a sip from her wine too. So it was decided and I sat down myself and took a large gulp of my wine, to settle my nerves a little. Although we had come to this decision, it wasn’t without some anguish, but that was behind us now and we could get on with enjoying our new found freedom.
My glass was empty. I looked across to the bottle on the table. Dad saw that I needed a top up. He got out of his sunlounge and brought the bottle over to me and filled my glass. My dad was standing just inches from me, his cock was on my eye level. I was able to get a close look as he stood there pouring me my drink.
“Dad, I just have to say it, your cock is magnificent. So big and thick. Mum you are one lucky woman,” I managed to splutter out.
Mum let out a laugh. “Oh, I know that Julie and he tells me that every day. Would you like a feel of it? I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind, would you Adrian.”
“Of course you can honey, we needn’t be shy about things like that. Its just a penis after all. I’m sure you have touched one before,” dad reassured me.
I felt my face flush. Oh yes, I wanted to handle that magnificent manhood, but could I? I mean, my father? Just a little feel, that can’t be wrong. Surely.
I reached out and wrapped my hand around his great girth, it was warm and soft and smooth. With my thumb, I skimmed across his knob. I was fascinated by the length. My hand was wrapped around the head of his dick but I could have wrapped my other hand around his shaft and there would have still been dick untouched. So I did use my other hand. Dad was not even hard at this stage, but I could feel his cock starting to expand under my grip. Slowly, it started to stiffen and I felt a bit of panic course through me. My dad is getting hard to my touch. I’m not sure I should be doing this. I took my hands away.
“Thank you dad, for letting me touch your cock. That was special. I feel so honoured,” I was able to utter even as I struggled to get the words out.
“You are welcome darling. It felt nice for me,” dad added as he reached over and kissed me gently on my cheek.
Dad went over and sat down on the sunlounge next to mum. His raging hard on was pointing skywards. It was a sight to behold.
“Thank you Adrian for sharing your cock with Julie, I think you deserve a little reward for such generosity,” mum stated as she moved towards dad, her head hovering over his magnificent prick.
Slowly, she took it into her mouth. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she inched that monster inside her. I sat bewildered as dad’s cock disappeared down her throat. I felt surely it was not possible to get its whole length into her mouth. Cupping his balls with one hand, mum sucked firmly on his thick cock, its entire length now having disappeared from view.
Slowly, mum pulled back, exposing some, then some more until her lips now enveloped his knob. Then in a swift movement, she again swallowed his whole length, then bobbed up and down, releasing then engulfing, again and again that magnificent cock. Mum’s fellatio skills were on another level. Dad had slumped on the sunlounge, his eyes closed and his hands resting gently on mum’s head, encouraging her to keep going.
My pussy was on fire, watching this intimate act between my mother and father. I parted my legs and inserted two fingers into my soaking wet cunt. Then I rubbed my clit, which had swollen to its full capacity, about the size of a pea. It tingled to my touch, every nerve ending pulsating as I rubbed myself firmly. My hand then travelled to my engorged labia, which I pinched and rubbed.
I looked across to mum and dad. Dad’s back was arching and his legs had fallen to each side of the sunlounge. I knew that he was about to cum.
“Oh baby, I’m cumming,” dad cried.
I looked to see what mum would do. Would she pull back and spill his load all over her face or maybe his chest? Or would she swallow that hot, steamy jizz? I soon found out. Dad emptied his balls down mum’s throat. She had latched herself firmly around his shuddering cock as he pumped wave after wave of cum down her throat. She did not spill a drop of that luscious liquid, sucking still as dad came down from his high.
This sensuous conclusion, brought me to my own climax. Deep in my cunt, a force was overtaking me, surging through my body and sending me into a rapture. I shook uncontrollably as I squirted all over my sunlounge. I thought that I was going to pass out as I struggled to breath. I looked over to mum and dad, who were kissing passionately, their love so evident from the act that they had completely given themselves over to.
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