Having a picnic lunch with one's 18-year-old daughter is always very enjoyable, but doing it in the nude is a whole new experience. Add to this the fact that she's a total fox, body beautiful, a flirt and a nymphomaniac, and we're talking about a whole level of entertainment that few, if any, have ever attained.
Jennifer continued her soft tease all through our sandwiches and apples. She talked to me about school and friends, never even hinting anything sexual, but she kept doing things that kept my sexual tension close to a peak. For example, her eyes kept drifting to my erect cock, and then they would just stare. My attention would frequently be drawn to her hands as they would casually slide through her little tuft of blond pubic hair to comb it and pull on the strands. Sometimes she had an itch under her breast or on one of her pussy lips. My daughter needed to stretch a lot, too. My favorite tease occurred when she needed to tweak her nipple for some ungodly reason. It seemed to be necessary, and she was usually doing something else at the same time, like getting another apple slice or sipping her drink. This gave the appearance that it was completely a subconscious act. She would casually reach up, grab one nipple or the other between two fingers and squeeze and roll it for a few seconds before releasing it and leaving it stiff and swollen. This managed to keep me uncomfortably hard, which I'm sure was her intention. It was a slow boil for a good hour before we finally packed up and left.
"Okay, I'm ready to go to the pool and take a dip," she said as she stuffed the backpack with our blanket. As was her way, she acted as if sticking her bare ass at me and exposing her most private treasures as she bent over wasn't going to be noticed or have any affect. "I'm hot, and I need to wash myself off. I think I'm beginning to stink."
'How could such a perfect creature stink?' I thought to myself, but as she said that, she looked down between her spread legs and sniffed. I knew to what she was referring, and I realized she was telling me that her recent orgasm had produced a fragrance that bothered her. My opinion, though, was that I would not have considered her "stinky."
As we re-entered the wooded area, I asked her, "Honey, tell me how you became so uninhibited. It's a wonderful character strength, although I'm not sure the world is ready for someone like you."
"I don't know," she said thoughtfully. "It has never occurred to me to be inhibited, I guess. Mom has always encouraged me to be myself and not let others tell me how to be. She's always been so supportive of me. Although TV and school told me that I should be modest and reserved, it just wasn't in my nature. Fortunately, Mom was cool."
She thought about it for another moment and then added, "I guess it started when I realized I liked being naked. I discovered that I was so much more comfortable than I was with clothes. Mom came home one day when I was watching the TV right after taking a shower. For some reason, it didn't even occur to me that I should cover up when she arrived or even when she came into the room to say hello. Since she didn't say anything at the time, it never crossed my mind that I needed to get dressed. She didn't act surprised or offended, she just sat down beside me, and we talked for a while.
"It had to have been a good hour before I realized why her eyes kept drifting down over my body. When it hit her that I was aware of her distracted gaze, her attention would jerk back up to look me in the face. Suddenly I was embarrassed, and I used my hands to cover myself, but Mom was so cool about it. She acted kind of offended that I was modest in front of her. She actually got mad at me for blushing and told me that if I was more comfortable nude, then I should feel free to be nude whenever I wanted."
"I kind of had a feeling she felt that way myself," I said, "but I always thought she pranced around naked to get me worked up. She made no bones about telling me how much she enjoyed making love to me, and she knew how much I liked her body. I guess my ego got in the way of recognizing that she just liked being naked."
"Well, I'm sure it was for both reasons," Jen politely suggested. "Until she learned of my preference to be naked, she always walked around the house fully dressed after you left; at least as far as I know. It was probably for my benefit that she acted all conservative."
"Could be," I agreed. "We were both brought up with a lot of hangups about nudity and stuff."
Jennifer continued, "Anyway, after that, I don't think I ever spent more than a few minutes in the house with clothes on unless we had company. That's when I started wearing more comfortable clothes in public, too. When I dress up, I prefer to wear things that are very loose and sheer, but for everyday clothes, I like things that cling like a second skin. Both make me feel sexy, and I can usually go anywhere in one of those two categories without offending anyone."
I had to wonder just how 'loose and sheer' her dressy clothes were, and based on what I'd learned about her in just these few days, I doubt she ever wore a bra. My cock jerked once again at the thought of her going with friends to a nice restaurant in something very see-through.
"It wasn't long after she gave me permission before I caught Mom nude, too," my daughter went on. "The first time was actually kind of funny. I told her that I was going up to take a shower, but after I got the water running, I realized I needed a clean towel. On the way down to the laundry, I discovered Mom completely naked on the sofa in the living room playing with herself. I wouldn't have said anything, but she saw me walk past and went into panic. That's when it was my turn to calm her down.
"The next thing I knew, the two of us were sitting together on the couch naked, and she was trying to explain how she had to take care of herself every now and then because she really needed you. I completely understood and told her that I had to masturbate at least once a day, so she shouldn't be embarrassed. Our whole relationship changed that day.
"After that, I found her naked a lot, and we often masturbated together."
"You masturbated together?" I asked in shock. "With Sally?"
"Of course with Mom, who else?" Then Jennifer saw the look on my face and added, "What's wrong with that?"
"Uh, I don't know," I replied, realizing there really shouldn't be anything wrong with that. "I guess it kind of surprised me. You know that Sally and I had been married only nine months before you were born, and then my job and her taking care of you made our love-life rather mundane. We really didn't talk about it that much, I guess, because my parents considered it inappropriate to ever discuss sex in any way."
"Well, I think you and Mom should talk," my daughter said. "I think you'll find that she looks at sex much the way I do."
