"Absolutely not...no way in hell...not gonna happen...and I really fucking mean it!"
Ted leaned back in his chair, the bemused look on his face slowly fading away as he realized when she used such crude language, she was genuinely getting upset and deadly serious.
"No, it's perfectly fine. I don't want to be a bother," he murmured softly.
"For chrissakes, Ted, you would hardly be a bother. If you think I'm going to let you sit in your place alone for the first big holiday since...since...the accident, then you don't know me as well as you think you do. Besides my mother and my two aunts would kill me then send my cousin Vinnie to drag you over anyway...and trust me...you don't want my cousin Vinnie looking for you."
He looked up at her standing with her hands on both hips, glaring down at him sternly. He could clearly see her hardened nipples outlined through her bra and blouse, apparently prodded outward by the intensity of her feelings. That sent a flush of arousal through him he had forgotten he could experience.
Abby had been his research assistant for about eighteen months, during which time they worked together surprisingly well. Their thirty two year age difference, and their growing closeness, lead him to consider her more like the daughter he never had than a student or helper. Then, three months before, Alice, his wife and companion of nearly forty years, was killed by a drunk driver. He was a basket case for weeks thereafter. Abby was there for him the entire time and he would be eternally grateful.
"OK, OK, what can I bring?" he asked throwing up his hands in surrender, realizing there was no way he could win the argument or avoid going.
"A nice bottle of Chianti would be the best and easiest," she responded, the scowl on her face morphing to a warm smile.
"I thought a white wine went with turkey," he replied, noticing for the first time the way her black yoga pants rode up between her thick thighs.
"For chrissakes, Ted, we're Italians...make it Chianti, a good one," she laughed before turning to leave and calling back over her shoulder, "see you at 2:00 tomorrow."
In all honesty, he was seriously anxious about going to her home, mostly for fear of embarrassment. One night about six months before, when celebrating the publication of the first academic paper they jointly authored, and after a drink or two more than either of them could really handle, she made some passing mention that her family were home nudists. Alice thought it was amusing and he never thought much about it again...until this invitation. The idea of seeing his twenty four year old assistant, not to mention her entire family at their very first first meeting, completely naked was both daunting and unquestionably arousing.
Even though he knew from the address that her family lived in the most exclusive part of town, he was still surprised when he pulled up to the enormous house. After being admitted by a hulking security guard, he drove through the opening gate, down a winding and heavily tree lined lane and into a large parking area behind a half dozen other cars. Suddenly, the two bottles of Chianti encased in the faux wicker baskets he carried seemed wildly insufficient.
At the front door, he hesitated a moment before reaching for the bell, wondering if there was still time to escape back to his empty house. Almost as soon as his finger pressed the button, the door swung open wide and Abby stood beaming at him.
She was totally nude save for some fluffy slippers on her feet.
He gulped, unable to keep himself from staring, seeing her nakedness for the very first time.
Abby's body was far from the that of the idealize woman. She was close to his height and by anyone's definition...full figured...not fat really, just a big girl. Her ski slope tits dangled down, topped with fifty cent sized dark brown aureoles with erect nipples as big as the tip of his little finger. The unkempt black triangle between her legs matched the mid back length hair on her head, with just a barely visible, slightly darker hint of the beginning of the crevice that continued down between her legs.
"Ted!" she exclaimed, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around him, oblivious to standing nude out in the open on the front porch. "I'm so glad you could make it."
Her soft tits pressed tightly against his chest. He stood there dumbfounded, not sure what to say or do with his hands. When she stepped back, he proffered the two bottles of Chianti, flushing visibly as her tits swayed and brushed across his chest.
"Come in...come in...and thank you," she declared happily, moving to the side for him to pass.
When he hesitated a moment, she finally noticed the disconcerted look on his face.
"Oh," she murmured sheepishly, blushing slightly, "I guess I forgot to tell you we are all usually naked around the house."
"Well, you did mention it once a while back in passing," he offered, stepping into the house as she closed the door behind him, "I guess I'm just a little taken aback by...uh...actually seeing the...um...reality."
She looked at him deadly seriously for a moment, put the two bottles of wine down on a nearby table and burst out laughing.
"I can see this would be a bit of a surprise, but trust me there's nothing you haven't seen before, maybe just a lot more of it in one place at the same time," she grinned, cupping both of her tits in her hands and jiggling them around before playfully pirouetting in a complete circle twice. "Now come meet my family. You can stay dressed if you're more comfortable or put your things over on that table."
"When in Rome...," he muttered and started taking off his clothes as Abby looked on with an impish grin.
She didn't even pretend to look away, watching him intently as he dropped his briefs and added them to the pile of clothes. Her nipples definitely stiffened the longer she stared at his limp cock.
"We're from Sicily, by the way...but close enough," she laughed again, hooked her arm in his and lead him into the kitchen, her plump right tit gently bouncing against his upper arm with every other step. That, and the fact Abby kept quite deliberately glancing down at his dangling dick, caused his cock to tingle and visibly harden.
"Mama...everyone...this is Ted," Abby announced gaily as they entered the kitchen to a blast of warm air and an overwhelming mixture of cooking and baking aromas that instantly had Ted practically drooling.
Abby unhooked her arm from his and put her hand on his back at the top of his ass, nudging him forward to meet the short heavy set woman rushing their way.
"Ted, this is my mother, Olivia," Abby said proudly, her hand still resting on his ass.
Her mother wore an apron, covering her ponderous breasts and wide hips. As soon as she was close enough, she gave Ted a firm warm hug and a quick tender kiss on each cheek.
"So nice to meet you," he responded as she said something to him in such heavily accented English he wasn't sure he understood.
After a moment, Olivia turned back to her preparations, her ample bare ass jiggling beneath the apron with every step. Two other women approached and Abby introduced her aunts, Celia and Lucy. Like Olivia, Celia was short and stout although clearly a few years younger. Lucy, on the other hand, was petite and slim. Abby explained that Celia was Olivia's sister while Lucy was a sister-in law. In any case, all three of them were somewhat younger than him.
After the obligatory hug and kisses on both cheeks, Celia turned back to help her sister, while Lucy lingered to talk with Abby and Ted. Like Abby she was totally naked save for some slippers, but with small perky tits and closely trimmed honey brown cunt hair. She appeared to be in her late thirties or early forties.
He quickly found out Lucy was married to Abby's youngest uncle who was doing an overseas tour in the Navy reserve. She too casually placed a hand on his hip just above his ass. As they talked, it seemed to Ted both Abby and Lucy slipped a little closer to him while nonchalantly placing a hand around each others waists. He was starting to believe the heat growing in his body was not entirely an unintentional consequence of the warm kitchen.
Like Abby, Lucy made no effort to hide her repeated, lingering glances at his not quite flaccid cock. He made a mostly genuine effort to keep his eyes locked on their faces, while unable to keep from occasional furtive glimpses at their erect nipples and hairy pussies.
Lucy giggled first.
"You know, Ted, there's no need to pretend to not look at our tits and pussies and asses, since we have no problem at all looking at your quite lovely cock and ass," she laughed gaily. "No one around here is shy, everyone always checks out everyone else and besides, we both really like the look of your dick...even while it's still so soft...don't we, Abby?"
Abby grinned at him while pulling Lucy a little closer and tighten her hand already on Ted's ass. His cock visibly twitched, causing them both to giggle even more.
"She's absolutely right, Ted," Abby cooed, stepping close enough for her soft warm thigh to lightly press against his, "no one in the family is shy in any way at all around here...with anyone else...about pretty much anything."
They giggled again, put their arms around his waist, to rest their hands on his opposite ass cheeks and lead him into the next room to the boisterous yelling at a football game on an immense TV. Three very large men and a skinny young boy, all totally nude, were screaming at each other and the action on the screen.
"Papa...Papa...!" Abby called out, placing her hand on the shoulder of the man nearest to them when they entered, "this is Ted I was telling you about, the man I work with. Ted, this is my father, Antonio."
Antonio turned his attention to them and stood, towering over Ted by at least a good seven or eight inches and easily outweighing him by a hundred pounds or more. When Ted extended his hand, Antonio engulfed it in his own up to Ted's wrist before pulling him close for a tight hug.
