Message-ID: <34521asstr$1010362203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3C38A5FE.93BCDC16@hotmail.com> From: Dark Vision X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2002 11:30:20 PST X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2002 19:30:20 GMT Subject: {ASSM} "The Lottery" - Part 8 (ff, Ff, mast, inc, con) Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2002 19:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw DISCLAIMER: This is a copyrighted work and the intellectual property of the author. Any reposting or reproduction is strictly prohibited without the express written permission of the author. (C)2001 By: Dark Vision. The contents of this story are fictitious. Any similarity to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains descriptions of sex, including sex between family members. It is intended for adults only. If you are offended by material of this nature, are under the legal age in your location to read this material, or it is illegal for you to possess this material, go no further. The author may be contacted at Darkvision29@hotmail.com "The Lottery" - Part 8 (ff, Ff, mast, inc, con) By: Dark Vision With thanks to Alex. * * * * Marge and Anne were thirteen when they met at school. They were in the same P.E. class. They remembered bumping into each other as they left the gym and too many girls tried to get through the door into the locker room. They introduced themselves and continued to their lockers. After they had showered and changed the two girls walked to down the hall towards the next class. Marge told Anne, "Maybe I will see you around sometime." Anne said she would like that, having just moved into town, she didn't know anyone yet. After school had let out, Anne saw her new friend outside. "Hi Marge." She said. "What are you doing this afternoon?" Marge told her that she had to wait for her brother to walk her home. Even at thirteen, Marge's parents did not want her to walk home alone. The two girls stood and talked for a few more minutes, then a tall boy walked up and said, "Hi kid, who is this?" Marge told him her name was Anne, and that she had just moved here and was new in school. Marc said hi to Anne then told his sister it was time to go. Over the next weeks, Anne and Marge became friends. One Friday, after school, Anne invited Marge to sleep over at her house. Marge went home and asked her parents if it would be ok. Marge's mom called Anne's house and spoke with her mother, then told the girls it would be all right. The girls arrived at Anne's house and she introduced her new friend to her mom and brother. Marge said hi and Anne took Marge to her room. Inside, she told Anne that her brother was cute. Anne laughed and said he was a pain. The two thirteen year olds stayed in the room talking about school, the latest teen band, clothes and other things that two normal teens would talk about. After about an hour, Anne's mom called the girls for dinner. They had roast chicken and all the fixings. Don, Anne's fifteen-year-old brother made fun of his sister and their mother kept telling him to be polite. Marge had learned that Don and Anne's father had died two years ago. The family decided to move away from the house they grew up in and get a fresh start. Marge told Don about her brother and family. She said that Don should come over to her house and meet Marc. Dinner was finished and the kitchen cleaned. Anne's mother told the girls she was going shopping and out for a drink with some friends from work. She instructed her son to leave the girls alone. Anne's mom left and the girls went back to her room. Marge inquired about the clothes that her friend had. Anne went to her closet and opened the door showing Marge the items hanging neatly on the closet pole. Marge reached in and removed a black mini skirt. She held it up to her waist and commented how cute it was. "Try it on," Anne told her, reaching in and getting a top that she usually wore with it. Marge removed her jeans and sweater. Standing in her matching powder blue panties and bra, she took the skirt from Anne and stepped into it. She pulled the top over her head and went to the mirror. The top was tight and accented her breasts, the skirt came down about half way between her knees and crotch. "This is so hot," she said as she turned to see it from behind. Anne and Marge tried on various outfits and talked till about ten o'clock. Anne heard a door close and told her friend to follow her. The two girls left Anne's room and went out of the house using the front door. Anne led Marge around the house to the backyard. The two girls crept slowly towards a window. As they approached, Marge could see light flowing out into the dark backyard. Crouched below the window, Anne put her finger to her lips indicating to Marge to be quiet. Slowly, the two young girls raised themselves up and peeked into the room. Don was lying on his bed, his head to the window, his legs stretched away. He was holding a magazine in his left hand. Marge looked at the book Don held, noticing that the pictures were of men and women engaged in sex acts. She had seen this type of literature before, having found a similar magazine in her own brother's room. Directing her gaze down the boy's body, she saw him gliding his hand up and down his hard penis. Marge gasped as she stared at his hard member. The two girls continued to watch Don as suddenly his stroking became faster. "Just watch," Anne whispered to her new friend. Don put the book on the bed beside him and pushed his hips into his hand. A geyser of creamy liquid erupted from the end of the penis, shooting into the air and cascading back to the boy's naked chest. Another series of streams, of the substance, followed each becoming weaker than the previous one. Anne moved away from the window, taking Marge with her. The girls went back into the house and into Anne's room. She turned on the radio and sat on her bed. "What was that all about?" Marge asked. "That was Don jacking off," Anne replied. "He does it almost every night." Marge knew about masturbation, she had read about it, but she had never seen anyone actually do it. In fact, she had never done it herself. Marge noticed a strange, unfamiliar feeling between her legs. Her vagina was tingling and felt damp beneath her clothing. The two thirteen year olds talked about what they had witnessed. Anne told Marge that she had been watching Don for almost a year, and had almost been caught on several occasions. Marge saw that Anne had her hand under her skirt. She watched as the young girl moved her hand, and saw the expression on her face beginning to change. Marge's curiosity got the best of her and she asked Anne what she was doing. "Rubbing myself off," she replied matter-of-factly. "I always get so hot after watching Don jack off. I just have to do myself." "I...I...I have never done that," Marge stammered. "You're kidding!" Anne said in shock, "You have never touched your pussy like this?" "No" "Wow!" Anne exclaimed, "You don't know what you are missing!" Marge continued to watch Anne, who now had her skirt up around her waist and her fingers under the fabric of her white panties. "Will you show me how?" Anne removed her hand from her wet pussy and said, "Sure" Anne started to remove her skirt and told Marge to take off her jeans. Anne rolled the white panties off her hips, revealing her sex, which was lightly covered with soft curly brown hair. Anne reached out and helped Marge remove her pants and blue panties. She pulled Marge's top over her head and unclasped her matching bra, revealing her medium sized breasts. Anne took off the rest of her things, and stood before Marge. Anne's breasts were a little smaller that her friend's, but just as firm. The girls returned to Anne's bed and lay down next to each other. Anne instructed Marge to rub her finger in the slit of her pussy. Marge poked around trying to find the spot her friend was referring to. Anne watched Marge then rolled on her side and placed her hand on Marge's crotch. She used her fingers to separate the lips that hid the small bump she knew would bring her friend great pleasure. With her other hand, Anne ran her finger through the wetness, causing Marge to jump when she came in contact with the inexperienced teen's clit. Anne moved her fingertip over the small nubbin and Marge rotated her hips in response. "Pinch your nipples," Anne told Marge. Marge took the small hard nipples that topped her breasts and rolled them. As she increased the pressure, she felt like they were connected to the spot Anne was rubbing. After several minutes of this, Marge shuddered with her first orgasm. She humped her hips into Anne's probing finger and rubbed and mauled her breasts. Having reached her peak, Marge lay on the bed trying to regain her composure. Once returned to a state as normal as possible, she talked with Anne about the experience. For the rest of the night, and long after the girls explored each other's sexuality. * * * * The action of their daughters below brought them back to the present. On the blanket below, the two girls had turned over on their backs. They had bunched the thin fabric of the bottom of their suits together to form a strip barely two inches wide. The material created a tight v as it went between the teen's legs. The two adults watched their daughters for a few more minutes. Anne said to Marge, "What do you think, should we join them?" Marge thought for a moment and said, "Why not." The women got up, gathered their things and walked down the sandy hill to the place the two girls were sunning themselves. The moms approached their young offspring in a manner that cast a shadow over the girls. Sally and Kim jumped up when they felt the presence of the intruders. They were shocked to see that it was their mothers. The teens tried to cover their naked breasts and stuttered in fear as they attempted to explain their appearance. "Um...ah...well...um," Kim was desperately seeking the words to offer as an explanation. Marge and Anne began to laugh hysterically. They sat on the blanket, joining the girls unable to speak. Marge gripped her sides as the pain from the robust laughter dug into her guts. Kim and Sally sat dumfounded as they watched their moms try to regain their self-control. After what seemed like hours, Anne spoke between snickers. "Do you two think you invented nude sun bathing?" She asked. "Well you better think again!" Kim and Sally relaxed a little, realizing that they may not be in trouble after all. The youngsters sat with their arms crossed over their upper bodies, still unsure of what their mothers might do. All fear was removed as Anne glanced at Marge and gave her a wicked little smile. Anne hooked her thumbs under the shoulder straps of her suit and lowered to her waist. Marge followed suit by removing the top of her two-piece. The two moms stretched out on the blanket, elevating themselves on their folded arms. "Kim, would you please put some of my lotion on my back," Marge said to her daughter, "I don't want to get a burn." Kim, starting to feel a little more comfortable, took the suntan oil from her mom and applied some to her back. She could smell the strong coconut fragrance of the oil as she ran her hands over her mother's bare back. She felt the firmness of her soft skin as she spread the oil. "Do my legs too," Kim's mother said. Kim moved down and repeated the process on the backs of her mom's legs. Anne asked Sally to put some on her also. The two young girls knelt beside their patents and covered the exposed skin. Having finished, Kim and Sally laid down, sharing the blanket with the adults. The four of them were silent as they rested in the warm sun, each absorbed in their own thoughts. Sally was the first to break the solitude. "Mom," she said, "When was the first time you did it?" Anne was taken back at her daughter's question. "Did what?" she asked cautiously, not completely understanding the nature of the young girl's query. "When was the first time you sunned in the nude?" Anne sighed in relief and told her daughter. "Oh...I guess when I was about your age." With that, Anne rolled onto her back. The girls could see her breasts slightly flatten as the effects of age and gravity took over. "Hand me the oil," she said to Marge. Marge sat up, took the plastic bottle, and said, "Here let me help you." The two fourteen-year-old girls watched as Marge applied the oil to Anne's body. She poured the thick liquid onto Anne's stomach and used her hand to spread it evenly over her bare skin. She applied it to her breasts, spending a few extra minutes on the soft flesh. After covering her legs, Marge said to Anne, "Do you mind?" and handed her the oil. Anne repeated the process on her sister in-law. Kim and Sally didn't know what to think about what they were seeing. Here, right in front of them, their own mothers were touching each other. "I think I am going to take a swim," Marge said, "It's getting hot in this sun." With that she sat up and got on her feet. "Sounds great!" Anne said, "Are you two going to join us?" Anne stood up, and the girls did the same. Kim and Sally picked up their bags to get the tops to their suits when their moms shocked them again. Anne removed her suit and picked up a towel. This action even shocked Marge a bit, however she followed Anne's lead and pushed the bottom of her suit down and stepped out of it. The women wrapped towels around their bodies, just in case there were other people on the beach. Kim shrugged her shoulders and untied the strings that held the bottom of her suit in place. Sally exercised a little more modesty, leaving the tiny piece of cloth that covered her in place. The four of them walked out through the gap in the dunes that had hid them and onto the beach. Anne looked carefully in both directions making sure they were in fact alone. Having confirmed they were the only people in the area, Anne dropped her towel and started to walk towards the blue water. Kim and her mother mimicked Anne and also headed for the lake. Sally thought, what the hell, removed the bottom of her suit and followed the others. As they waded out into the cool water, Marge turned to Kim and said, "Love your trim." Pointing at the thin strip of short hair above her vagina. Kim smiled and turned a little red. The four nude women frolicked in the surf, and dove beneath the surface of the water. Kim swam over to her cousin and stood close to her, blocking the view their mom's may have. "This is just too much," Kim said. With that she put her hand firmly between Sally's legs and squeezed her. Sally giggled and did the same thing to Kim, inserting a finger into her, feeling the warmth of her excitement. "I can't wait to get you alone!" Sally said, removing her finger and swimming away. Kim splashed water at her cousin as she made her escape. Kim saw her mother and aunt standing neck deep in the water, talking to each other. Kim made her way over the two adults and said, "I am going to go back to the blanket." She headed to the shore as the others followed. She picked up her towel and wrapped it around her, watching her mother, aunt and cousin running out of the shallow water, onto the sandy beach. Kim couldn't help but notice her mother's large breasts, topped with the hard protrusions of her nipples, bounce as she ran towards her. She observed her hairless pubic area and firm legs. Grabbing their towels, the four naked women charger through the sand, back the sanctuary of their hiding place. Out of breath from the run and swim, the four collapsed onto the blanket. "Was that the first time you girls had gone skinny dipping?" Marge asked. "Well," Kim responded, "It's first time with other people." She fibbed. "It's a lot more fun with guys," Anne said. The two teens blushed at her comment, recalling the day on the boat with their brothers. Hoping her mother and aunt had missed the reddening of her cheeks, Sally asked, "When was the first time you swam nude with boys?" Anne and Marge suddenly realized that their curt remarks had opened the door for a round of truth or dare, so to speak. Marge thought carefully about her response, then, to the amazement of Anne, she said, "When we were fourteen." Kim and Sally's mouths dropped open as they stared at Anne. After all, here they were, stretched out on a blanket in the sun, completely nude, with their mothers, and they were just told that their moms had been nude with boys at their same age. The girls were trying to take in what they had just heard when Anne said, "When we were your age, we would go to an old gravel pit to sun and swim." She went on, telling them about how she and Marge would ride their bikes to the deserted pit and play in the water. One afternoon as they were lying in the sun, their brothers showed up. Marge added that the boys hid and watched them until they dove into the deep water and then they removed their clothes and joined them. "What did you guys do?" Kim asked. "There wasn't much we could do," Anne went on, "We all just swam together and then went back to the beach." Sally got a real serious look on her face, she looked at her mother and aunt and confessed that she and Kim hadn't been completely honest. Sally told them about the day on the boat, leaving out the part about the mutual masturbation. Marge and Anne assured the girls it was no big deal, that they should never feel ashamed or embarrassed about their bodies. The two moms continued to talk to the girls about sex and sexuality. Marge looked at the teens and asked, "Did the boys get erections?" The girls nodded affirmatively. "Well," Marge said, "Boys will be boys." With that she and Anne laughed as the young girls turned red again. The four reclined in the hot afternoon sun, letting it bathe their bodies. Kim said, "I had better put some more sunscreen on or I am going to be very uncomfortable." The four nude females agreed and began to apply the lotion the their exposed bodies. Marge said to Anne, "Roll over and I will do your back." Anne rolled over and presented her bare backside to Marge. Marge poured the sunscreen onto her sister-in-law and covered her with it. Kim lay on her back and Sally did the same for her. Sally watched her aunt, out of the corner of her eye, as Marge moved her hands over her mother's butt. She gasped, to herself, as she saw her aunt's hand venture between her mom's legs and apply the lotion to her vagina. Her mother spread her legs slightly, trying not to be too obvious, and allowed Marge better access to her wet pussy. Sally was getting turned on by her aunt's actions, and slipped her hand between Kim's legs. Kim swung her head around as Sally's fingers probed her most private place. Sally gestured towards their mothers. Kim could see her mother doing the same thing to her Aunt Anne. Kim put her head back down to enjoy her cousin's motion. Sally and Marge's eyes met, as they were both engaged in masturbating the nude body next to them. Marge smiled at Sally and indicated that they should change places. Acting like they were getting more lotion, Marge and Sally swapped their unknowing partners. Marge gently replaced Sally's hand with her own. She could feel the heat emitting from between her young daughter's legs. She bent forward, kissing Kim gently on the back of the neck and told her to roll over so she could do her front. Kim was a bit startled, but complied with her mother's request. Staring straight into each other's eyes, Marge poured the sunscreen onto her daughter's belly and breasts. She set the container down, and with both hands, covered Kim's nude body with the slippery substance. Kim closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt her mother's hands massage her young, firm breasts. She felt the tingle run through her as Marge lightly rubbed her hard nipples. Kim parted her legs to allow her mom admission to her pubic area and moved her hips up to meet her hand as Marge covered her with lotion. She felt the palm of her mom's hand cover her vagina. She began to shudder as a finger found her button, and gently manipulated it. Quickly, Kim was having an orgasm, at the hands of her mother. As Kim and Marge relaxed, Kim glanced over at her cousin and aunt. Anne was slowly fingering her daughter's pussy as Sally rubbed her own breasts. The mother and daughter, now lovers to some degree, watched Sally buck her hips into the digit that impaled her. She shook her head from side to side as her mother brought her to the pinnacle of her orgasm. Clutching her own breasts, Sally's body stiffened and shook as she came. Anne removed her hand from between Sally's spread legs and smiled at her on lookers. Recovering from the bizarre activities, the women relaxed on the blanket once again. The quiet was broken by Kim, who asked bluntly, "What was it like to lose your virginity?" Marge and Anne were a bit flabbergasted with the young girl's question. Sally perked up in anticipation of the answer. "Well, to be quite honest," Anne began. "A little painful," Marge completed the answer. She went on to say that it is was not all that it was cracked up to be. "How did it happen?" Sally inquired. Marge and Anne told their young daughters about the prom and parking afterwards. They left out the details, including the drinking, but did confess that it was with their fathers. The two adults told the girls about how young guys are inexperienced and everything was over before it started. Anne took her watch from her bag and said, "It's three o'clock, we had better get back." As they gathered their things and dressed for the walk back to the beach house, Kim asked, "Can we do this again?" Anne and Marge smiled at their daughters, and said, "Sure, this was great fun." With their bodies covered for the first time in several hours, the four females walked through the gap between the dunes that concealed their activity, and onto the beach. While walking back to the house, the girls handed their beach bags to their mothers, and ran into the lake. They swam for a few minutes then came out of the water and rejoined the two adults. The women looked at the young girls and noticed the transparency of the thin white suits. "You too had better cover up before your fathers see you," Anne said. Marge agreed with Anne. The girls, giggling, reached into the beach bags their mothers were carrying for them and removed the modest tops they had started the day in. The girls exchanged their tops as they walked along the beach, never looking to see if anyone was present. They took out the shorts and skirt and completed covering themselves as they approached the path to the house. * * * * Marge and Anne were thirteen when they met at school. They were in the same P.E. class. They remembered bumping into each other as they left the gym and too many girls tried to get through the door into the locker room. They introduced themselves and continued to their lockers. After they had showered and changed the two girls walked to down the hall towards the next class. Marge told Anne, "Maybe I will see you around sometime." Anne said she would like that, having just moved into town, she didn't know anyone yet. After school had let out, Anne saw her new friend outside. "Hi Marge." She said. "What are you doing this afternoon?" Marge told her that she had to wait for her brother to walk her home. Even at thirteen, Marge's parents did not want her to walk home alone. The two girls stood and talked for a few more minutes, then a tall boy walked up and said, "Hi kid, who is this?" Marge told him her name was Anne, and that she had just moved here and was new in school. Marc said hi to Anne then told his sister it was time to go. Over the next weeks, Anne and Marge became friends. One Friday, after school, Anne invited Marge to sleep over at her house. Marge went home and asked her parents if it would be ok. Marge's mom called Anne's house and spoke with her mother, then told the girls it would be all right. The girls arrived at Anne's house and she introduced her new friend to her mom and brother. Marge said hi and Anne took Marge to her room. Inside, she told Anne that her brother was cute. Anne laughed and said he was a pain. The two thirteen year olds stayed in the room talking about school, the latest teen band, clothes and other things that two normal teens would talk about. After about an hour, Anne's mom called the girls for dinner. They had roast chicken and all the fixings. Don, Anne's fifteen-year-old brother made fun of his sister and their mother kept telling him to be polite. Marge had learned that Don and Anne's father had died two years ago. The family decided to move away from the house they grew up in and get a fresh start. Marge told Don about her brother and family. She said that Don should come over to her house and meet Marc. Dinner was finished and the kitchen cleaned. Anne's mother told the girls she was going shopping and out for a drink with some friends from work. She instructed her son to leave the girls alone. Anne's mom left and the girls went back to her room. Marge inquired about the clothes that her friend had. Anne went to her closet and opened the door showing Marge the items hanging neatly on the closet pole. Marge reached in and removed a black mini skirt. She held it up to her waist and commented how cute it was. "Try it on," Anne told her, reaching in and getting a top that she usually wore with it. Marge removed her jeans and sweater. Standing in her matching powder blue panties and bra, she took the skirt from Anne and stepped into it. She pulled the top over her head and went to the mirror. The top was tight and accented her breasts, the skirt came down about half way between her knees and crotch. "This is so hot," she said as she turned to see it from behind. Anne and Marge tried on various outfits and talked till about ten o'clock. Anne heard a door close and told her friend to follow her. The two girls left Anne's room and went out of the house using the front door. Anne led Marge around the house to the backyard. The two girls crept slowly towards a window. As they approached, Marge could see light flowing out into the dark backyard. Crouched below the window, Anne put her finger to her lips indicating to Marge to be quiet. Slowly, the two young girls raised themselves up and peeked into the room. Don was lying on his bed, his head to the window, his legs stretched away. He was holding a magazine in his left hand. Marge looked at the book Don held, noticing that the pictures were of men and women engaged in sex acts. She had seen this type of literature before, having found a similar magazine in her own brother's room. Directing her gaze down the boy's body, she saw him gliding his hand up and down his hard penis. Marge gasped as she stared at his hard member. The two girls continued to watch Don as suddenly his stroking became faster. "Just watch," Anne whispered to her new friend. Don put the book on the bed beside him and pushed his hips into his hand. A geyser of creamy liquid erupted from the end of the penis, shooting into the air and cascading back to the boy's naked chest. Another series of streams, of the substance, followed each becoming weaker than the previous one. Anne moved away from the window, taking Marge with her. The girls went back into the house and into Anne's room. She turned on the radio and sat on her bed. "What was that all about?" Marge asked. "That was Don jacking off," Anne replied. "He does it almost every night." Marge knew about masturbation, she had read about it, but she had never seen anyone actually do it. In fact, she had never done it herself. Marge noticed a strange, unfamiliar feeling between her legs. Her vagina was tingling and felt damp beneath her clothing. The two thirteen year olds talked about what they had witnessed. Anne told Marge that she had been watching Don for almost a year, and had almost been caught on several occasions. Marge saw that Anne had her hand under her skirt. She watched as the young girl moved her hand, and saw the expression on her face beginning to change. Marge's curiosity got the best of her and she asked Anne what she was doing. "Rubbing myself off," she replied matter-of-factly. "I always get so hot after watching Don jack off. I just have to do myself." "I...I...I have never done that," Marge stammered. "You're kidding!" Anne said in shock, "You have never touched your pussy like this?" "No" "Wow!" Anne exclaimed, "You don't know what you are missing!" Marge continued to watch Anne, who now had her skirt up around her waist and her fingers under the fabric of her white panties. "Will you show me how?" Anne removed her hand from her wet pussy and said, "Sure" Anne started to remove her skirt and told Marge to take off her jeans. Anne rolled the white panties off her hips, revealing her sex, which was lightly covered with soft curly brown hair. Anne reached out and helped Marge remove her pants and blue panties. She pulled Marge's top over her head and unclasped her matching bra, revealing her medium sized breasts. Anne took off the rest of her things, and stood before Marge. Anne's breasts were a little smaller that her friend's, but just as firm. The girls returned to Anne's bed and lay down next to each other. Anne instructed Marge to rub her finger in the slit of her pussy. Marge poked around trying to find the spot her friend was referring to. Anne watched Marge then rolled on her side and placed her hand on Marge's crotch. She used her fingers to separate the lips that hid the small bump she knew would bring her friend great pleasure. With her other hand, Anne ran her finger through the wetness, causing Marge to jump when she came in contact with the inexperienced teen's clit. Anne moved her fingertip over the small nubbin and Marge rotated her hips in response. "Pinch your nipples," Anne told Marge. Marge took the small hard nipples that topped her breasts and rolled them. As she increased the pressure, she felt like they were connected to the spot Anne was rubbing. After several minutes of this, Marge shuddered with her first orgasm. She humped her hips into Anne's probing finger and rubbed and mauled her breasts. Having reached her peak, Marge lay on the bed trying to regain her composure. Once returned to a state as normal as possible, she talked with Anne about the experience. For the rest of the night, and long after the girls explored each other's sexuality. * * * * The action of their daughters below brought them back to the present. On the blanket below, the two girls had turned over on their backs. They had bunched the thin fabric of the bottom of their suits together to form a strip barely two inches wide. The material created a tight v as it went between the teen's legs. The two adults watched their daughters for a few more minutes. Anne said to Marge, "What do you think, should we join them?" Marge thought for a moment and said, "Why not." The women got up, gathered their things and walked down the sandy hill to the place the two girls were sunning themselves. The moms approached their young offspring in a manner that cast a shadow over the girls. Sally and Kim jumped up when they felt the presence of the intruders. They were shocked to see that it was their mothers. The teens tried to cover their naked breasts and stuttered in fear as they attempted to explain their appearance. "Um...ah...well...um," Kim was desperately seeking the words to offer as an explanation. Marge and Anne began to laugh hysterically. They sat on the blanket, joining the girls unable to speak. Marge gripped her sides as the pain from the robust laughter dug into her guts. Kim and Sally sat dumfounded as they watched their moms try to regain their self-control. After what seemed like hours, Anne spoke between snickers. "Do you two think you invented nude sun bathing?" She asked. "Well you better think again!" Kim and Sally relaxed a little, realizing that they may not be in trouble after all. The youngsters sat with their arms crossed over their upper bodies, still unsure of what their mothers might do. All fear was removed as Anne glanced at Marge and gave her a wicked little smile. Anne hooked her thumbs under the shoulder straps of her suit and lowered to her waist. Marge followed suit by removing the top of her two-piece. The two moms stretched out on the blanket, elevating themselves on their folded arms. "Kim, would you please put some of my lotion on my back," Marge said to her daughter, "I don't want to get a burn." Kim, starting to feel a little more comfortable, took the suntan oil from her mom and applied some to her back. She could smell the strong coconut fragrance of the oil as she ran her hands over her mother's bare back. She felt the firmness of her soft skin as she spread the oil. "Do my legs too," Kim's mother said. Kim moved down and repeated the process on the backs of her mom's legs. Anne asked Sally to put some on her also. The two young girls knelt beside their patents and covered the exposed skin. Having finished, Kim and Sally laid down, sharing the blanket with the adults. The four of them were silent as they rested in the warm sun, each absorbed in their own thoughts. Sally was the first to break the solitude. "Mom," she said, "When was the first time you did it?" Anne was taken back at her daughter's question. "Did what?" she asked cautiously, not completely understanding the nature of the young girl's query. "When was the first time you sunned in the nude?" Anne sighed in relief and told her daughter. "Oh...I guess when I was about your age." With that, Anne rolled onto her back. The girls could see her breasts slightly flatten as the effects of age and gravity took over. "Hand me the oil," she said to Marge. Marge sat up, took the plastic bottle, and said, "Here let me help you." The two fourteen-year-old girls watched as Marge applied the oil to Anne's body. She poured the thick liquid onto Anne's stomach and used her hand to spread it evenly over her bare skin. She applied it to her breasts, spending a few extra minutes on the soft flesh. After covering her legs, Marge said to Anne, "Do you mind?" and handed her the oil. Anne repeated the process on her sister in-law. Kim and Sally didn't know what to think about what they were seeing. Here, right in front of them, their own mothers were touching each other. "I think I am going to take a swim," Marge said, "It's getting hot in this sun." With that she sat up and got on her feet. "Sounds great!" Anne said, "Are you two going to join us?" Anne stood up, and the girls did the same. Kim and Sally picked up their bags to get the tops to their suits when their moms shocked them again. Anne removed her suit and picked up a towel. This action even shocked Marge a bit, however she followed Anne's lead and pushed the bottom of her suit down and stepped out of it. The women wrapped towels around their bodies, just in case there were other people on the beach. Kim shrugged her shoulders and untied the strings that held the bottom of her suit in place. Sally exercised a little more modesty, leaving the tiny piece of cloth that covered her in place. The four of them walked out through the gap in the dunes that had hid them and onto the beach. Anne looked carefully in both directions making sure they were in fact alone. Having confirmed they were the only people in the area, Anne dropped her towel and started to walk towards the blue water. Kim and her mother mimicked Anne and also headed for the lake. Sally thought, what the hell, removed the bottom of her suit and followed the others. As they waded out into the cool water, Marge turned to Kim and said, "Love your trim." Pointing at the thin strip of short hair above her vagina. Kim smiled and turned a little red. The four nude women frolicked in the surf, and dove beneath the surface of the water. Kim swam over to her cousin and stood close to her, blocking the view their mom's may have. "This is just too much," Kim said. With that she put her hand firmly between Sally's legs and squeezed her. Sally giggled and did the same thing to Kim, inserting a finger into her, feeling the warmth of her excitement. "I can't wait to get you alone!" Sally said, removing her finger and swimming away. Kim splashed water at her cousin as she made her escape. Kim saw her mother and aunt standing neck deep in the water, talking to each other. Kim made her way over the two adults and said, "I am going to go back to the blanket." She headed to the shore as the others followed. She picked up her towel and wrapped it around her, watching her mother, aunt and cousin running out of the shallow water, onto the sandy beach. Kim couldn't help but notice her mother's large breasts, topped with the hard protrusions of her nipples, bounce as she ran towards her. She observed her hairless pubic area and firm legs. Grabbing their towels, the four naked women charger through the sand, back the sanctuary of their hiding place. Out of breath from the run and swim, the four collapsed onto the blanket. "Was that the first time you girls had gone skinny dipping?" Marge asked. "Well," Kim responded, "It's first time with other people." She fibbed. "It's a lot more fun with guys," Anne said. The two teens blushed at her comment, recalling the day on the boat with their brothers. Hoping her mother and aunt had missed the reddening of her cheeks, Sally asked, "When was the first time you swam nude with boys?" Anne and Marge suddenly realized that their curt remarks had opened the door for a round of truth or dare, so to speak. Marge thought carefully about her response, then, to the amazement of Anne, she said, "When we were fourteen." Kim and Sally's mouths dropped open as they stared at Anne. After all, here they were, stretched out on a blanket in the sun, completely nude, with their mothers, and they were just told that their moms had been nude with boys at their same age. The girls were trying to take in what they had just heard when Anne said, "When we were your age, we would go to an old gravel pit to sun and swim." She went on, telling them about how she and Marge would ride their bikes to the deserted pit and play in the water. One afternoon as they were lying in the sun, their brothers showed up. Marge added that the boys hid and watched them until they dove into the deep water and then they removed their clothes and joined them. "What did you guys do?" Kim asked. "There wasn't much we could do," Anne went on, "We all just swam together and then went back to the beach." Sally got a real serious look on her face, she looked at her mother and aunt and confessed that she and Kim hadn't been completely honest. Sally told them about the day on the boat, leaving out the part about the mutual masturbation. Marge and Anne assured the girls it was no big deal, that they should never feel ashamed or embarrassed about their bodies. The two moms continued to talk to the girls about sex and sexuality. Marge looked at the teens and asked, "Did the boys get erections?" The girls nodded affirmatively. "Well," Marge said, "Boys will be boys." With that she and Anne laughed as the young girls turned red again. The four reclined in the hot afternoon sun, letting it bathe their bodies. Kim said, "I had better put some more sunscreen on or I am going to be very uncomfortable." The four nude females agreed and began to apply the lotion the their exposed bodies. Marge said to Anne, "Roll over and I will do your back." Anne rolled over and presented her bare backside to Marge. Marge poured the sunscreen onto her sister-in-law and covered her with it. Kim lay on her back and Sally did the same for her. Sally watched her aunt, out of the corner of her eye, as Marge moved her hands over her mother's butt. She gasped, to herself, as she saw her aunt's hand venture between her mom's legs and apply the lotion to her vagina. Her mother spread her legs slightly, trying not to be too obvious, and allowed Marge better access to her wet pussy. Sally was getting turned on by her aunt's actions, and slipped her hand between Kim's legs. Kim swung her head around as Sally's fingers probed her most private place. Sally gestured towards their mothers. Kim could see her mother doing the same thing to her Aunt Anne. Kim put her head back down to enjoy her cousin's motion. Sally and Marge's eyes met, as they were both engaged in masturbating the nude body next to them. Marge smiled at Sally and indicated that they should change places. Acting like they were getting more lotion, Marge and Sally swapped their unknowing partners. Marge gently replaced Sally's hand with her own. She could feel the heat emitting from between her young daughter's legs. She bent forward, kissing Kim gently on the back of the neck and told her to roll over so she could do her front. Kim was a bit startled, but complied with her mother's request. Staring straight into each other's eyes, Marge poured the sunscreen onto her daughter's belly and breasts. She set the container down, and with both hands, covered Kim's nude body with the slippery substance. Kim closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt her mother's hands massage her young, firm breasts. She felt the tingle run through her as Marge lightly rubbed her hard nipples. Kim parted her legs to allow her mom admission to her pubic area and moved her hips up to meet her hand as Marge covered her with lotion. She felt the palm of her mom's hand cover her vagina. She began to shudder as a finger found her button, and gently manipulated it. Quickly, Kim was having an orgasm, at the hands of her mother. As Kim and Marge relaxed, Kim glanced over at her cousin and aunt. Anne was slowly fingering her daughter's pussy as Sally rubbed her own breasts. The mother and daughter, now lovers to some degree, watched Sally buck her hips into the digit that impaled her. She shook her head from side to side as her mother brought her to the pinnacle of her orgasm. Clutching her own breasts, Sally's body stiffened and shook as she came. Anne removed her hand from between Sally's spread legs and smiled at her on lookers. Recovering from the bizarre activities, the women relaxed on the blanket once again. The quiet was broken by Kim, who asked bluntly, "What was it like to lose your virginity?" Marge and Anne were a bit flabbergasted with the young girl's question. Sally perked up in anticipation of the answer. "Well, to be quite honest," Anne began. "A little painful," Marge completed the answer. She went on to say that it is was not all that it was cracked up to be. "How did it happen?" Sally inquired. Marge and Anne told their young daughters about the prom and parking afterwards. They left out the details, including the drinking, but did confess that it was with their fathers. The two adults told the girls about how young guys are inexperienced and everything was over before it started. Anne took her watch from her bag and said, "It's three o'clock, we had better get back." As they gathered their things and dressed for the walk back to the beach house, Kim asked, "Can we do this again?" Anne and Marge smiled at their daughters, and said, "Sure, this was great fun." With their bodies covered for the first time in several hours, the four females walked through the gap between the dunes that concealed their activity, and onto the beach. While walking back to the house, the girls handed their beach bags to their mothers, and ran into the lake. They swam for a few minutes then came out of the water and rejoined the two adults. The women looked at the young girls and noticed the transparency of the thin white suits. "You too had better cover up before your fathers see you," Anne said. Marge agreed with Anne. The girls, giggling, reached into the beach bags their mothers were carrying for them and removed the modest tops they had started the day in. The girls exchanged their tops as they walked along the beach, never looking to see if anyone was present. They took out the shorts and skirt and completed covering themselves as they approached the path to the house. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+