The next morning was as beautiful as the one before it. Grandmother and I packed our soft-shell, rolling cooler with drinks, food, and supplies for another trip to the nude beach.
"Ready to go, Mom?" I asked.
"Maybe I shouldn't go," my mother said. "Your father will be here around three o'clock."
"We were planning to come back in time to meet Dad," I said.
"Come with us, Marie," Grandmother said. "Why be here alone, bored stiff when you can be at the beach with us?"
"Okay.
Bill, Ellie, Karen, Dawn, Marie, and I went to the nude beach. We had our usual great time. I squeezed a lot of boobies and butts while frolicking in the ocean. Ellie had to beat Bill off and Karen jerked me off so we could return to the sand. On our way to our blanket, Karen and I visited with some of the regulars we'd gotten to know on our previous trips to Gunnison
We left earlier than usual and I got home in time to shower before my father arrived. My father and sister arrived within minutes of each other. I helped them with their luggage. My sister, Angie, bunked with Grandma and Mom and Dad had the master bedroom.
We spent the afternoon catching up. Dad took us out to dinner. It was a feast. We returned to our beach house and continued to talk. After an hour, I begged off to visit my girlfriend.
"Since when did you have a girlfriend?" my twenty-one-year-old sister asked.
"Since we came down the shore."
"Good for you, Son," my dad said. He lifted his second glass of scotch and toasted me.
"Amazing," my sister said. "The last time I saw you, you couldn't speak to a female. Congrats. At least one of us has someone special in their life."
I walked to Karen's house. Everyone was there. I joined them in the living room. We watched television. We didn't have an orgy this time. Karen and I made love in her room. It was nice, romantic, and pleasurable.
Afterward, we went for a walk. We talked and had ice cream. I took Karen home. We made plans to go to Gunnison tomorrow and I returned to my beach house.
I heard shouting as I climbed our front steps. It was my father. He was loud, angry, and drunk, bad-mouthing women in general, and my mother specifically. I paused on the stoop and listened.
"Come to bed, dear," I heard my mother say calmly. "It's late."
"I'm not going to bed with you!"
"Don't be embarrassed that you couldn't get it up. You've been drinking..."
"I get erections as hard as steel. I fucked my secretary silly today. She was a babbling, quivering pile of flesh when I was through with her. It's you. You don't excite me. Your body does nothing for me. I knew coming down here was a mistake. I'm leaving in the morning. You'll be hearing from my attorney. I'm leaving you!"
I entered the house and saw my father going up the stairs. My mother was standing in the living room, her chin was quivering, and tears streaked her face. I went to her, hugged her, and said, "Mom, forget him. He's an abusive drunk."
My arms were wrapped around her. She stood stiffly with her arms hanging limply at her sides. Grandmother and Angie came down the stairs. They were in their sleepwear. Their braless boobs bounced as they rushed down the steps and joined us.
They hugged Mom, and expressed sentiments similar to mine that Dad was a bastard and she was better off without him. They took her upstairs to grandmother's bedroom. I went to my room, and after tossing and turning, fell asleep.
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The next morning, I discovered Dad was gone. Angie and Dawn hovered over my mother. I kissed my mother on the cheek and had breakfast.
My mother finished her cup of coffee and said, "Mom, let's get the cooler packed."
"You want to go to the beach? I asked.
"Yes! Fuck your father!" she said. "I'm done with him, and I'm not going to waste a minute moping over him. Some husband he was! He hadn't touched me in nine months, and now I know why. He had a mistress. Today is the first day of my new life, and I'm going to the beach!"
"Good for you," her mother said.
"Right on!" Angie said. "Let's all go to the beach."
I called Karen and told her we'd swing by soon. We gathered our gear. loaded up the car, and the four of us piled in.
I introduced Angie to Karen, Bill, and Ellie, and they followed in their car. We parked and followed the path. When we got to the sign at the end of the walkway, Angie said, "Whoa! What's this? You may encounter nude sunbathers?"
"Gunnison is a nude beach," mother said.
"Shit! Angie, we forgot to mention," I said.
"You forgot!"
"Yes. With everything going on," I explained.
"It's a nice beach with friendly people," Grandma said. "Try it. You'll like it."
By the look on my sister's face, I knew that didn't convince her, so I played the sibling rivalry card. "It's a clothing-optional beach, Angie. You can be the one person there who's wearing a bathing suit. Who would have thought that I'd be the brave one? If you are embarrassed about what God gave you, we understand."
Her face screwed up as anger built up inside her. I'd never confronted her like that. She said, "I didn't say I'm embarrassed or I wouldn't do it. I've been nude in public before. In college, I participated in the annual naked runs. I'm surprised no one mentioned it."
The others smiled and snickered. Angie marched on following the arrow and tried to regain her pride.
Grandma picked our spot. We dropped our things and everyone, except my sister, chatted and disrobed.
Angie looked around and appeared ill at ease. I walked up to her naked and said, "I'm sorry about not telling you and for busting your chops. Seriously, you don't have to get naked. It was hard my first time and it really threw me for a loop seeing Mom naked."
She looked at my cock. It was small, unimpressive, and hiding in a mass of black pubic hair. She snarled and said, "No wonder you were nervous. You're skinny and have a tiny dick."
She undid her bikini top, dropped it on the ground, and shoved her apple-sized breasts in my face. Then she dropped her drawers and showed me her tight ass. She'd shaved around her sex and had a thick, black runway of pubic hair above her vagina. Her tan lines were pronounced.
I looked her over. My dick twitched. She was a bitch and my sister, but she was an attractive woman with a nice body. She pushed me aside and walked to the ocean.
Karen came up to me, laughed, and said, "She's not going to win Miss Congeniality." We all laughed, got the sunscreen out, and applied it to our bodies and our neighbors'.
My mother said, "I'll go get Angie. She definitely needs sunscreen."
"Let me," Grandmother said. "She's frightened and pissed. She'll be less confrontational with me."
