I woke up slowly, luxuriously. I knew where I was and that no one was going to make any demands on me this morning. After all it was my birthday, and my last day of freedom. Tomorrow I would be a sex slave, indentured to the government for one year, not allowed any clothes, and soon to lose whatever virginities I brought with me. But today I was an eighteen-year-old adult, a full-grown woman, and master of my own body.
What to wear, what to wear? I thought, as I brushed my teeth. I looked in the mirror and saw a pretty face, long golden hair, and a fabulous body. Why wear anything? Tomorrow I won't be allowed any clothes. Why not start early. I could feel my nipples tighten at the thought of going out naked. And my pussy was starting to juice. I ran down the stairs to the kitchen, excited by the prospect of spending the whole day naked when I didn't have to. I was used to dressing like a slut. Being naked in public would be different, but not a whole lot.
"Morning Emily. Happy birthday," Ma said without looking up. "It's almost afternoon. What do you want for breakfast?" Ma was wearing a little yellow t-shirt, which left her midriff bare up to the very bottom of her shapely, 38D tits, and nothing else. Her big, brown muff unfolded at the top of long, shapely legs as she got up. She looked at me in surprise. "Where are your clothes, Emily?"
"I'm an adult today, Ma. I can do whatever I want. Including going naked."
"No, no, no, Emily!" Ma wailed. "Don't you understand the rules? Only slaves go naked. You're not a slave till tomorrow."
Ma was funny about the proprieties. I turned on my heel and went to put something on, something less than Ma was wearing. I decided on a bikini top from one of my bathing suits, not the smallest top I owned but one, which gave my 34B's a nice bouncy ride. I ran out the door of my room right into Dad.
"Happy birthday baby," he said as he palmed my juicy muff. "You are excited about something," and he stuck his long middle finger into my slit and deep up my pussy. My legs opened and I nearly fell down at the sensation. This wasn't the first time Daddy had fingered me and I always loved it. Both my hands went to my clit and I leaned into him. He caught me, held me up and smacked me with a big, wet, tongue sticker of a kiss. "I can't wait to get home tonight," he said and then he was gone, off to work, leaving me in a sticky mess.
Wow! I thought. That's some birthday present. It's a good thing I shave my pubes. I returned to my room for a tissue to wipe girlieβnoβwomanly juices off my crotch.
"That's a little more like it," Ma said as I returned to the kitchen. She examined my blue bikini top as I sat on the lone high stool in the room. I had to straddle the sides with my legs so anyone could see my naked lips spread wide. Ma pronounced herself satisfied.
Just then my friend Alex popped in from next store. "Happy birthday, Emily," he said enthusiastically. "Tomorrow's the big day." Alex and I had the same birthday so he would be joining the nude corps with me. Then Alex noticed my pussy hanging out between my spread legs. "Hoo boy! You're starting early. He came over and palmed my muff, sticking two fingers up my slit, grabbed my barely covered breast with the other hand, and gave me a hard love bite on the neck.
"Break it up you two," Ma said, playfully swatting Alex on his bikini-clad bottom. "Happy birthday, Alex."