We walked up to the front door in silence. She'd explained the situation to me very clearly, and while not completely 'ready' for it, and definitely not comfortable with it, I was as prepared as I could be. I've always had my troubles meeting girlfriends' parents in the past, so I was initially glad when Sally was reluctant to let me meet hers. But, with a wedding set in three months, she felt she had to introduce me to her family.
She'd told me extensively about growing up in recent months -- a sensitive topic that she felt vulnerable divulging to anyone. She knew it was strange, and, in fact--illegal--but she had no ill feelings towards her parents or sister, for what they had done, and, from what I've heard, she even liked the way she was raised.
I pressed the doorbell, and moments later the door swung open, and my fiancée and I were greeted by Mrs Parker, Sally's mother. My eyes fixated on her face, greeting her with a polite warmth. She hugged her daughter briefly before doing the same to me. It was at this moment, I realised how utterly unprepared I was mentally, as the nudist's body pressed up against mine. She led us into the kitchen, where we found Sally's sister, sitting on a stool facing away from us, and her father, standing behind the kitchen island; penis, thankfully, out of view.
All three of them were completely naked, and conversing with Sally casually, as I focused on avoiding an erection. "Anyway you two, do you want to head upstairs and get unpacked?" Mrs Parker said, pointing to the light luggage we'd packed for our weekend with the family. We obliged, and went up to Sally's old bedroom. I began to take out things from our bag while Sally began to reminisce of childhood memories. I turned around to see her undressing.
"You don't have to if you don't want to but..." Sally trailed off. She'd already explained to me how judgemental her parents were of any guests that didn't acquaint themselves with their customs. Reluctantly, I began to get naked. "And remember Olly, I won't feel cheated on no matter what you do, okay?" I sighed, remembering the conversation in the car about how she fully intended on having sex with her family, and how she wanted me to join in. This weekend would be fucking weird.
"So Oliver, why don't you tell us how you two met?" asked Sally's sister, Natasha, as we ate dinner. She had brown hair, a little darker than Sally's, that reached down far enough to brush against her pink nipples, protruding from her supple breasts. I told the story, feeling the familiar touch of my soon-to-be wife's hand on my left leg halfway through. We chatted more, and I began to forget the ridiculousness of the situation, until we finished our meals and Mrs Parker got up to take the plates away, and Natasha moved over to the corner of the table where her father sat, and he instinctually spread his legs for her to suck his cock. Sally kept talking to her Dad, but I went silent, in a blind shock at what I was witnessing. "Natasha!" Mrs Parker said sternly. "We have guests, please be more polite." She raised her head to apologise, but I spoke first.
"Err... no it's fine. Sally already told me about it, I'm okay with it." I stumbled over my words, as my eyes fought to look away from Mrs Parker's huge tits.
"That's very sweet of you, Oliver, but it's not what I meant. You're the guest, so it'd be much more polite for Nat to suck your cock."
I blushed heavily, as my brain tried to cope with what would soon happen.
"But, since Nat seems to be enjoying herself," she continued, as her daughter kept bobbing her head on Mr Parker's penis, "I guess I'll do it, instead."
Panicked once again, l turned to my fiancée for approval, and she smiled at me, in agreement. Still unsure of what to do, I stared at Mrs Parker who now had one hand on my chair.
"You're going to need to pull your chair back, sweetheart, or I can't get to it." She spoke softly and encouragingly, and I obliged. Mrs Parker was young, considering she had two fully-grown daughters, and didn't look a day over forty. Her breasts were large, but only sagged slightly. Her face wasn't without wrinkles, but didn't have them in abundance. She knelt down between my legs and took hold of my erect shaft.
"Sally, you're a lucky woman," she said examining, my dick, "this might even be bigger than Steve's."
I looked over at Mr Parker, who now had one hand on his daughter's head, guiding her up and down onto his cock.
I looked back at Sally, and, as she gave me a warm smile and held my hand, I felt a pair of wet lips wrap around my shaft, and Mrs Parker lowered herself onto me. Holy shit. This was happening. My future mother-in-law was giving me a blowjob. What the fuck. With a joyful enthusiasm, she bounced her head on my cock, hitting me with wave upon wave of pleasure. I had often complimented Sally as the only woman to be able to make me ejaculate via oral, but clearly, she had learnt from the master.
I reached out and felt Sally's breasts, as her mother continued to suck my cock. Shame and shock were now drowned out by pleasure, a blanket of sexual satisfaction that occupied enough of my brain not to notice that Steve Parker had now risen from his seat and was enjoying a handjob from my fiancée, while making out with Nat.
A few minutes later, Sally's mother rose up, asking whether I was okay with all of this. The word 'yes' had barely left my lips, when Mrs Parker's cleavage was mashed against my face, her arms wrapping around my head. I began to lick and suck at her tits, giving special attention to each nipple in turn, while feeling another hand on my cock -- presumably belonging to Sally. It was a few moments later, that a loud grunting disturbed my sexual haze. Mrs Parker backed away from me and I became aware of the situation around me. Sitting by my side was not Sally, but rather Nat.
Instead, my fiancée was laying face up on the table, legs wrapped around her dad as he loudly reached orgasm inside of her. I watched as the man and his daughter caught their breath. For just a moment, it hit me how fucked up the situation was, seeing the love of my life, full of her own father's cock. This fleeting thought was cut off, however, when my eyes turned to the kitchen island, where Sally's sister sat, legs spread invitingly. I felt her mum's hands on my shoulders as she whispered into my ear, "Fuck her, Oliver. Fuck her good."
I stepped forward and she wrapped her arms around me loosely. Her body was similar to Sally's, except she was slightly shorter and, unlike my fiancée, had completely shaved her pussy. I looked her dead in the eyes and a wave of guilt flooded through me. I was about to cheat on Sally. I couldn't go through with this. This was just, just wrong. I couldn't--
"Do it, Olly. Fuck her like you fuck me," ordered a familiar voice over my other shoulder. I looked at my fiancée, kissed her gently on the lips and plunged into her sister. I pushed into her, her pussy tighter than her sister's. Inch after inch slid inside her, as she moaned out loudly. My hand planted itself firmly on her ass, as I forced myself deeper into her, filling her completely with every inch of my stiff cock. The two other women of the family massaged my body as I pummelled Natasha.
I kept a strong metronome of thrusts until she came on my cock, sending her fluids gushing onto me. She panted heavily and leant back, soaking in the pleasure of the moment, while I continued to fuck her, slower. I pulled my cock out, unsure of what to do, when Steve stood next to me. To my surprise, he didn't so much as look at me, and instead knelt down to give cunnilingus to his daughter.
"Mhmmm, it's so fucking hot watching you fuck my daughter. But now it's my turn." said my future mother-in-law, as I sat down beside the woman I had just brought to orgasm. I stroked my cock a few times, as Mrs Parker climbed up onto my lap, her tits pressing once again against my face. I held my member in place as she slowly dropped down onto me, sighing deeply in pleasure, as she descended down my shaft. Within minutes, she was furiously riding me, her ass slapping loudly against my lap as she took my cock inside her again and again. Just like her daughters, she was incredibly vocal, screaming out in pleasure frequently. My eyes scanned the room to see that the other three were simply watching TV in the next room, as if they couldn't hear the noise of our almost-rabid intercourse. My balls tightened as my orgasm built. I tried to warn her, muttering that I was about to cum under my breath.
"Yes, honey. That's it. Cum in me. Cum in mummy!"
That last word hung in the air for a moment, leaving me slightly jarred.
A moment or so later, semen flooded up my shaft, pumping intensely into her pussy. Ropes of hot cum launched into her, as we both moaned in unison. When I was finished, I collapsed back, trying to recompose my thoughts as Mrs Parker removed herself from me and joined the others. When I caught my breath, and my mind finally processed the past twenty minutes, I joined the family in the lounge. Two sofas sat before me, one had the parents on it, and on the other sat Sally and Nat; who I promptly sat down between.
"I'm so glad you were willing to do this," Sally said quietly into my ear, as we watched the blue screen. I responded by kissing her on the forehead.
Hours passed and the family caught up with each other. Eventually, we went to bed.
Upstairs, I lay beside Sally in bed, discussing her family. "So how did this all get started?" I asked.
"I don't know to be honest. We were always nudists, but nothing else happened until I turned eighteen. On my birthday, I came downstairs to see my mum, dad and older sister sitting there on the sofas. And then..." Her voice trailed off once more. "This is amazing, Olly. I've never been able to be honest about this with anyone else before."
"Hey, I'm gonna go get a glass of water from downstairs, do you want anything?" She shook her head in the negative.
