Suzanne and I had been living together comfortably for about six months when my world was turned upside down. I had met Suz through a friend, we'd fucked like minx for three weeks before deciding that the best approach would be to live in the same home. It was perfect.
We had a completely open relationship. Totally and completely open. She would often bring home a date, either male or female, and I'd often participate, or not even notice their presence beyond a mere introduction. I'd bring home any female I'd like and Suz approached her the same way: sometimes she joined in, sometimes she filmed, sometimes she watched, and sometimes she kept reading, or folding laundry, or getting her work done. It was perfect I tell you.
Sex was always on the horizon. We started out wearing provocative clothing around the house and pool, but soon shed those for the purely naked approach. We had towels stored around the house so that furniture would not need washing as often as she found my prick and I found her pussy willing for a hand job or a blow job. Anything might get it going: the provocative dance of the cheerleaders during a football game, the intense scene of a movie we were watching, the diet Coke ad that showed the well muscled male got her hot enough to need a blow job of her own right then. I gladly complied. We just got to the point where clothes at home were not necessary.
All of this worked great. Until her 18 year old daughter moved in. She had just graduated from high school. She had lived with her ex-husband until that point, an arrangement they'd made some years before. But he was moving with a job transfer that he could not delay any longer. Trisha would be going to college soon, so she needed a place for the summer. I volunteered our place, which mad Suz extremely happy. As a high school teacher, I understand teenagers. I got a special blow job after sharing with her the news. Little did I know the blow jobs she had in mind.
Tris changed a lot fast. We had gotten use to using no clothes. That had to change. I've kept my 45 year old body in fantastic shape. I lift weights regularly and am proud that I'm often confused for a 30 year old. Although I immediately starting wearing shorts, I had trouble with the shirt. Tris didn't. That is, she had no trouble with me going without a shirt. That should have been a clue for me. It wasn't and I'm glad I missed it.
Tris was subtle for a little while. At first, it was small things like pulling her towel up just high enough so that I could see her round, firm ass as she moved from the bathroom to her own room after a shower. Or when she "accidentally" left the door open and dropped her towel as I walked by. I got a glimpse, of course, but I quickly and deliberatetly turned my eyes away. She saw both: that I had seen and that I had tried to avert. Her perfectly toned body was rather hard to turn away from. But I knew that Suz had limits and I did not dare upset the balance of what we'd established. Shows you what I know!
She became bolder. One evening, as Tris was preparing to go out, I could hear a discussion in her bedroom with Suz. I was in the living room reading. The two of them came stomping into the living room, Tris with her hands on her hips that were barely covered by the skirt she was wearing. It was prick teasingly short and my wide-eyed reaction was probably just what she wanted.
"Sean, we are trying to determine which is the hottest skirt and I need a male's opinion. Mom gave me some advice, but she's not a man. Could you help us out," she demanded.
"If you are asking me if I think that skirt is appropriate, I'd say no. It's dangerously short and I can't imagine any guy thinking about you as a person when he sees you in that. Of course, you look terrific in it. Just too terrific," I said, hoping to assuage the mom that was surely wanting a more moderate attire.
Suz chimed in, "See, what did I tell you. It's hot enough."
I shook my head. "What did you say? Enough?"
"Yes, the one she wants to wear is even shorter," Suz complained.
"How is that possible?" I marveled.
"Now see Mom, he's wondering, and that's just what I want!" Tris chirped.
"She wanted to wear this one," Suz stated, as she held up an even smaller piece of fabric that could not have contained Tris amazing and powerful hips. My eyes staggered.
"I don't think that would even cover you up, Tris," I tried to plead with her.
"It'll cover up as much as I want it to," she protested. "Just look."
It was at this point that Tris demonstrated that she wasn't actually wearing the first skirt. She was merely holding it in front of her. I had tried not to look too closely, for obvious reasons. But Tris left out all doubt when she dropped the skirt on the couch and demanded, "Let me have that one Mom!"
She was wearing a tiny, practically see through g-string. The small patch of fabric on the front was so slight that it barely contained her pussy hair. In fact, some were escaping the confines of the fabric. As she turned to get the skit, Suz was not shocked at all as her daughter revealed her nearly naked ass to me. When Tris turned to get the skirt, I could see the g-string was struggling to control itself on the back side of her ass. The book I had dropped onto my lap stirred a bit. I was glad at that point that I'd chosen the larger volume, since it masked the enlarging volume of my cock. I thought I noticed a slight smirk as it seemed that Tris caught site of the slight movement of the book.
"What about this one?" Tris demanded. It was so slight, so small, so little to it that I could not imagine how she would keep her ass from showing, unless she froze herself to a stool and stayed put the entire night. I could see that the folds of her behind would easily show each time she moved. Never mind what would happen when she started gyrating and pulsating on a dance floor. But I guess that's what she wanted.
I tried to look away, a bit embarrassed by what I'd seen, and what I was thinking. The book moved a bit more and both mom and daughter took note of it.
"Ye, ye, yeah, that one's definitely hotter," I stuttered as I grabbed the book to hold it still.
Tris bent over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks Sean, you're the best," she said. She dropped the skirt from in front of her cunt and I tried to avert my eyes again. She reached over to the couch to pick up the other skirt and extended her tanned ass cheeks in my direction. I could hardly miss seeing it then. Only a firm resolve to keep the book from jumping kept it in place.
"Well, he's a man and you've gotten his approval. So who I am to stand in your way," Tris resigned as her daughter sauntered back to her room, with no attempt to cover her ample butt. Tris leaned over, gave me a good, firm kiss on the lips. As she did, she slid her hand under the book and got a firm grip on my engorged prick. "And I'll take care of that in just a few minutes," she cooed. I was stunned. I did not want her to think that her own daughter was turning me on. I could not imagine that she'd approve of this. Oh, was I to find out very soon.
