Opposite of a Nightmare

Laura had a much nicer apartment than my dump, which was what an earlier generation might have called a "bachelor pad." My place was fine for one guy, clothes on the floor and dishes in the sink, but Laura had a different background from me, and her apartment reflected it. Hers was tidy, elegant even, with matching hardwood furniture, marble floors and countertop. It was a big place with several bedrooms -- she had moved here years ago when she was married, and had kept the place in the divorce somehow. I could imagine. Laura is confident and strong-headed. When she wants something she ends up getting it, even if you don't see her do anything. It's like magic.

Like me. There was a company picnic, I was hanging out at the beer keg with some guys, and the next thing you know I'm driving this beautiful woman back to my place for a wild afternoon of lovemaking. I can't even remember how we met. She must have said something to me, I don't know, it just happened. People tell me I have a terrible memory, I don't think that's true but there are definitely gaps here and there. I just don't know how it happened. It had to be magic.

After that first day we always went to her apartment. It was much nicer and also I think she liked being in control a little bit. And it didn't smell like dirty socks. Laura had a queen-sized bed and we would be out of our clothes as soon as we'd stepped through the front door. She seemed to be up for anything, which was strange if you knew her. Yes she was a beauty but she always played it straight at work. I never saw her flirt, never saw her laugh at an off-color joke or comment, I don't think she dated anyone in the couple of years I worked down the hall from her. But man oh man she was a ball of fire when you got her alone.

After a couple of months she finally said, "Doc, I think it's time for you to meet my family."

I had heard a little bit about them. She had two sisters who were also divorced, and her mother, also divorced. I never heard about a father, or any exes or boyfriends or anything. "So, your mom and sisters?" I asked.

"That's it," she said. "We get together every month for a nice dinner at my mom's place. It's usually just us, but do you think you could come this time?"

"Sure," I said. We were in her bed, naked, cuddling and cooling down after a hot hour of sexual athleticism.

"Well let me warn you, it's kind of a formal affair, almost a ritual for my mother. She likes everything to go so-so. I mean, we all have fun, but it's not like something you show up at in jeans and a t-shirt."

"Okay," I said. "That's cool. I've got a couple of suits for work."

"I don't think a suit," Laura said. "I picture that wine-red shirt you have, maybe with the tie with the dark paisley on it. And you have some dress shoes, I know." You see how she liked to be in control.

"Oh yeah," I said. "I can do that."

"You can't go wrong bringing some red roses," she hinted.

I smiled. "Got it. Red roses. I won't forget."

"So what we do," Laura said, "Is, first of all we have a glass of wine and socialize in the kitchen while we get the dinner ready. My mother does most of the work while we keep her company, actually. Or two."

"Or two what?"

"Or two glasses of wine. Well, we don't count. More than one."

"Sounds like my kind of people," I said.

"Mom keeps a few bottles in the refrigerator. I think you'll like my family," Laura said. "And I hope they'll like you. This is the first boyfriend who's come to one of these, and they will definitely be judging you. Actually the first person at all who wasn't part of the family."

"Okay, I'll be good," I said, giving her a reassuring kiss.

"So we chat for a while, then have dinner, then we change and go into the salon for cocktails."

"Change?"

"Yes," she gave me a look. "I think it will be okay. We have some more feminine clothes that we like to wear. It makes us feel pretty -- this is something we've been doing for years. I mean, as I said, there has never been a man at one of these dinners, I hope you don't think it's too much."

"Should I bring something to change into?"

Laura laughed. "No, I don't think anyone expects that. You just be your handsome self and we will all have a lovely time."

"I'll try to be a gentleman," I said.

"Once we get into a couple of bottles of wine I think everyone will be relaxed and friendly."

"It sounds like fun," I said. "I hope they like me."

"Just don't tell that one joke about the girl and the elephant," she said.

"Oh yeah, I won't." Laura laughed and gave me a hug.

"I was just kidding," she said. "You can tell them any joke you want. They might like the one about the elephant. My mom's from the old country, you know, and she might not get it, but our family is known for our sense of humor. We all enjoy a good joke."

I admit I began to get a little nervous as the big day approached. I was picturing a portly old-country mom and her stout, red-cheeked daughters, with Laura being the exception, the beautiful one. I expected the mother to be strict and no-nonsense and Laura's sisters to be, I don't know why I thought this, uneducated and dull.

The plan was that the daughters would arrive at their mother's house early to help her prepare dinner, and I would come at six o'clock for wine and conversation and then dinner. I checked my shirt the day before and decided to iron it. Shined my shoes. Went to an actual florist for actual fresh roses. Laura and I talked on the phone the night before, ticking things off the list, making sure I didn't forget something and look bad to her family, especially her mother.

It was a Saturday evening when I drove to the apartment. I was familiar with the place, it is one of the nicest buildings in the city, old brownstone with a comfortable, well-lit parking garage with an elevator. I parked, fluffed up the roses, took a deep breath, and headed up to the sixth floor. The elevator was tiny but I had it to myself, at least.

I could hear sounds through the door as I approached, women talking, laughing. There might have been some music playing, pots and pans clinking. I knocked on the door and waited. Knocked again.

The door opened and a gorgeous older woman smiled at me. "You are Doc, I hope?" she said. "And not some homicidal maniac or something." She was wearing a royal blue velvet minidress with, I swear, a mile of cleavage. She had blond hair up in a bun. Red lipstick, otherwise not overly made-up. I held out the roses. "Oh, so beautiful," she said. "Come in, won't you?"

I stepped in and saw Laura emerging from the kitchen. She was wearing a beautiful golden dress, also featuring her breasts pressed together with a deep cleft between them.

"You look so beautiful," I said to her. "I actually feel like I'm underdressed."

She looked at me with an expression of horror and froze.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

She looked at her mother. Two other beautiful women, similarly dressed, came out of the kitchen and stopped, looking at me in shock.

"Doc," Laura said. "Did you forget something?"

I mentally reviewed the things I was supposed bring, the paisley tie, flowers, the time. "I don't know," I said. "Did I?"

"Did you decide not to wear pants?" Laura asked, barely concealing a tone of outraged sarcasm.

I looked down in horror to see that I had completely forgotten to put on trousers before I left my house. My shoes were shined, socks matched, and then ... skin. My hairy legs. Luckily my shirt-tail hung down to cover my privates.

"Oh my God," I said. "I'm so sorry. Let me go home and change."

Laura's mother, who I learned like to be called Madam, raised her hand imperially for a few seconds while the chatter faded, then gave me a benign smile and waved her hand to caution her daughters.

"Ladies," she said. "This is a good opportunity for us to practice our etiquette. Laura's friend Doc is almost certainly embarrassed at this moment, and it is our duty to put him at his ease." Turning to me. "Doc, I'm sorry about this accident, but we won't let it ruin our evening. It doesn't really hurt anything, does it? Just an oversight."

"I have nightmares like this," I said, my face blushing deep red. "I dream I go somewhere and discover I am not wearing any pants."

"It doesn't have to be a nightmare," Madam said. "My daughters and myself will do all we can to make this a more pleasant dream for you."

She came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, setting a good example for her daughters. I shivered slightly when she placed a hand on my forearm and said, "Welcome to my home, Doc. We are just getting ready to have a lovely dinner, and we are honored to have you as our guest. We have heard so much about you from Laura."

Laura had stepped back and was shaking her head in disbelief, but it seemed the family was simply going to overlook my faux pas. A gorgeous sister in a subdued, dark red dress with tiny spaghetti straps barely supporting her full breasts stepped up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. As she leaned in I felt her tits brushing against my chest. Touching my forearm, she looked into my eyes and told me her name was Lila.

The other sister, called Bridget, approached me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and a little hug, which amounted to holding me in place with one arm while she rubbed her firm breasts from side to side across my body, before she stepped back to join the others.

Laura said, "Well it looks like Doc enjoyed that."

I looked down and saw that my dick was hard, and had snaked out from under my shirt tail. I quickly put my hand over it. "I'm so sorry," I said.

"Sorry for what?" Madam asked merrily.

"I'm afraid I have gotten a little aroused."

"Well who wouldn't?" she said. "My daughters are beautiful, no?"

"Well, yes," I said, "And yourself, too." I didn't know if that was over the top but she seemed to take it in stride.

"I would be worried if you did not become aroused," she said.

"Mama," Lila said. "I have an idea."

"Yes?"

"I order to make Doc feel more at home, maybe it would be nice if we also took off our panties."

"Why, Lila, I am proud of you," Madam said. "I raised you all to be thoughtful and it is so rewarding to see how you've grown up."

Lila sat in a chair and reached under her dress to pull down the tiniest pair of panties. They were apparently a thong, the same dark red as her dress, and as she slipped it down she opened her legs somewhat to give me an unobstructed view of her clean-shaven pussy, for one unforgettable second. She set her panties on the table beside the chair, and was replaced in turn in the chair by each of the others. I got a glimpse between everyone's legs, and soon there was a tidy heap of colorful panties on the table.

"I actually like this better," Bridget said. "I'll wear panties in public but mainly I think they're a waste." The others nodded assent.

I had forgotten to cover myself, and now stood there gazing at a room full of beauties, my cock sticking out at full staff.

"Let's get back to our cooking," Madam said, and she and the two sisters went to the kitchen, leaving me and Laura in the living room.

"I'm sorry I embarrassed you like this," I said.

Laura smiled sweetly. She said, "At first I was shocked and angry, but it looks like my family is really going to be okay with it."

"But look," I said, gesturing toward my rock-hard cock extending out of my shirt-tail. "I can't control this."

Laura wrapped her fingers around my shaft and tugged at it. "It's okay," she said. "It looked to me like you actually brightened everyone's day. My mother loved the fact that you were aroused, and I'm pretty sure my sisters did, too."

"What are you doing?" I asked. "It's never going to go down if you keep doing that."

"Do you want it to go down?" Laura asked. "I don't. I don't think anybody wants that."

"But I don't want them to think --"

"To think what? That you got aroused in a house full of beautiful women? I am sure they are flattered." By now she was pumping me fairly vigorously, and a drop of pre-cum was forming at the tip of my penis. "I think we should try to keep it like this all evening."

I rolled my eyes. "What if one of them gets ideas?"

"Ideas?"

"Yeah, what if one of your sisters, or even your mother, tries to start something? This could get complicated."

Laura looked confused. "You don't find them appealing?"

"Well, yes, I guess I do."

"So the only difference is that now you can't hide your feelings." She reached underneath and tickled my balls with her fingertips. "Look Doc, they're my sisters, that's my mom, I'm not going to get jealous of them. I want them to be able to enjoy you as much as I do." She gave me one last tug and said, "Tradition is, we should go into the kitchen for a glass of wine. Or two. I should help out with the cooking, I think you can just sit and join the conversation."

Madam was stirring a pot at the stove when we came in, and the sisters were sitting at the kitchen table. Everyone had a glass of white wine. When we walked in, three pairs of eyes went directly to my midsection, where my cock was pointing straight ahead, engorged and dripping. Three pairs of lips smiled at me. Well four, counting Laura. Laura poured some wine for herself and for me.

"He's so cute," Lila said.

Madam set down her spoon and took a sip from her glass. She was a classy older lady, probably in her forties, I figured, with gorgeous classic features. She waved toward me and asked Laura, "So Laura sweetie, is he always like this?"

"Yes, Mama," Laura said. "Pretty much all the time. Whenever I need him to be." The sisters laughed.

"You're a lucky girl," Madam said.

As Bridget leaned forward to pick up her glass she spread her legs slightly, giving me a quick peek up her dress. When I looked at her face she smiled mischievously at me. "You're going to keep him like this, aren't you?" she asked Laura.

"I'd like to," Laura said, beaming proudly at me. "I might need a little help, though."

"I've always believed it was thoughtful and, also, kind of fun, to keep a man aroused," Madam said, from the stove. "I think they like it, and somehow it makes them a little more manageable, if you know what I mean." She winked at her daughters and they all laughed appreciatively at that motherly advice.

Bridget leaned over, giving me a view of the mountain ranges of her full breasts, and gave my cock a couple of strokes under the table. "This is going to be a fun day," she said.

"Maybe he'll stay like that all day," Lila said. Everyone took a convivial sip of wine, and the conversation returned to more ordinary subjects, the meal, some car problems one of them was having, a story from work.

Lila shifted in her seat and her dress rode up to the tops of her sleek thighs. Her pussy was surrounded with some dainty strands of pubic hair, her labia were petite and pale pink. She seemed unaware that I was studying her body, as she drank and chatted with her family.

The women set the table while they talked, and eventually Madam announced that dinner was to be served. There was a fine domestic scurrying-about as they placed dishes on the table. Madam set me at the table between herself and Bridget, with Lila and Laura across from us.

Madam sat beside me and smiled at me. "It looks like you might have a little trouble with your napkin," she said. She unrolled the cloth napkin and placed it over my erection, stroking her hand up and down over it. "Will that stay in place?" she asked.

"I think so," I said, but as soon as she let go it slipped to the floor.

"I'll get it," Bridget said, as Madam began scooping green beans and a chicken dish onto everyone's plates. Bridget slipped down off her chair and picked up my napkin, and looked up at me from under the table. I was looking straight down her dress, looking at the sight of her dark nipples hard as pebbles on top of breasts like ripe fruits. She placed my napkin over my prominent cock and held it in place for a few seconds, but when she released it it slipped off, having no level surface to reside on. She gave me a smile and placed her mouth over my cock and sucked it halfway down her throat, bobbing on it a few times, then surfaced again in her seat with my napkin in her hand.

"I don't think that will work," she said. "Maybe you can tuck it into your shirt like a bib."

"Oh, I like that idea," Madam said. "It won't block the view."

I looked over at Laura, who was smiling broadly. I realized that this was an important day for her, and she had worried that her family would not like me. But it seemed they were taking to me quite well.

Madam established a kind of rhythm during the meal. She would lift her glass, take a sip of wine; with knife and fork she would cut off a bite of food and place it in her mouth; then she would set down her utensils while she chewed, reach over to me, and pump my cock a few times. She had very smooth fingers, cool to the touch, very sensitive. They explored my length, probing and touching, sometimes tugging on my shaft and sometimes she would place her thumb on the spot where the head joins the shaft, underneath, and rub the tip of her thumb back and forth on it. This often elicited a drop of fluid, which she would surreptitiously lick off her finger as she returned to her wine glass. This all happened under the edge of the table, technically out of view of the others but I'm sure everybody knew what she was doing. No one seemed surprised or shocked or concerned or bothered by any of it.

On the other side of me, Bridget's dress was up near her waist. She also established a routine. Sip of wine; cut and bite; place her left hand in her lap and rub her pussy. Her chair was back a few inches from the table so the whole spectacle was visible to me, in fact I took it to be a kind of performance for my benefit. She would place her index finger between her labia and, pressing down, would run it up and down the slit. Sometimes her clitoris was contacted by the gesture, sometimes not. When it was, she occasionally emitted a soft sighing sound that only I, sitting close beside her, could hear.

After the initial shock and embarrassment I had experienced upon discovering my terrible error, I began to relax a bit -- several glasses of wine didn't hurt -- and realized that Laura's family was going to accept me even if I was a forgetful fool. And I did enjoy the stroking, the touching, the beautiful women smiling at me, and Laura seemed happy with how things were going, as well. I'm sure several glasses of wine didn't hurt there, either.

As our dinner began to slow down, Madam turned to me and said, "My country has a tradition of family relationships, from dating all the way into marriage. If you are dating someone, or especially if you are married to him or her, you are considered to be in a relationship with their entire immediate family. It has been like this for many generations. I realize that this is not what many Americans expect, and I do hope we have been subtle enough and have not startled you."

"Oh no," I said. "I have been a little surprised but actually I am finding this attention very enjoyable. I was afraid that Laura would be jealous, but now that you've explained, I feel I have some understanding of what is going on."

"Good."

"To be clear, you are saying that since Laura is my girlfriend, Bridget and Lila are also my girlfriends."

"And don't forget me," Madam said. "Especially me. Often the mothers have special privileges."

"Oh, okay, I can understand that," I said.

"So today you have four girlfriends -- how do you like that?" Madam said. All the women at the table were smiling at me.

"It sounds like paradise," I said.

"It should," Madam said. "That is the idea, to make you happy and make you feel loved."