I had only met Kim's mother Brenda once before, when she came out from England to attend our wedding. She had caused a bit of a scandal on that occasion, getting quite drunk and going home with one of my old school friends. (Later, I got him to describe their encounter in some detail.) From this you will gather that Brenda is a bit of a wild woman. I had liked her a lot.
I was therefore quite pleased when Kim told me that Brenda was coming out again for a two-week holiday. We were both due for a holiday ourselves, and decided to take some time off work while she was here. We also came up with the idea of a camping trip, which would give Brenda the opportunity of seeing some of the country.
She arrived on a Friday and Kim brought her home from the airport. As she came in the door she gave me a hug and a very loud kiss on the cheek. She was looking as flamboyant as usual, wearing a flowing, green satin dress, with beads around her neck and gold rings on her fingers
Brenda, who is in her early forties, looks a lot like Kim and, as I knew from photos, looked even more like her when she was young. They both have red hair and big breasts, with Brenda's having gotten bigger as she has grown older. She still looks terrific for her age, which gives me an idea of how Kim will look in years to come. The outlook is good.
That evening, we took her out to dinner. Brenda was a little less talkative than usual thanks to jetlag, and she had an early night. The next day, Kim took her shopping in the city, while I went to pick up the campervan I had hired. We planned to make an early start on Sunday morning.
Kim and I were in our bedroom packing on Saturday night, and she was telling me some stories about her mother. Kim's parents had split up when she was about five years old. Soon after that, Kim and her father emigrated here and he married again. Brenda, who never remarried, stayed in the UK where she had various jobs, including working in a nightclub for several years. She had been an actress and a model, and had done some nude shots for magazines – she had shown some of these to Kim during one of her trips back there. "She was awfully proud of them," Kim had told me.
"Don't be surprised if she strips off at some stage during our trip," Kim said, stuffing a towel into a bag. "If you think I'm an exhibitionist, wait till you see Mum."
Kim is indeed an exhibitionist, as I am. We often go nude around the house and in our garden, and pay regular visits to a nudist beach nearby. One of my hobbies is taking explicit photos of Kim, including shots of me fucking her. I like to post them on the net and swap them with other men and couples. I love the idea of strangers looking at my wife's tits and pussy, and Kim likes to read their comments.
As planned, we set off around 8 o'clock the next morning, and headed up the coast. We stopped at a few towns and tourist spots on the way, and Brenda loaded up on souvenir kitsch. We had lunch at a big old hotel in one town. Kim and I took turns driving, and Brenda kept us entertained telling us stories about her life, including the appearances she had made in British TV shows (I realised that I had probably seen her in some of these as a kid).
At around 4 o'clock we stopped to stretch our legs. I wandered into the bushes by the side of the road and found myself looking down a short, steep, red clay cliff onto a small, secluded and very pretty beach. I called to Kim and her mother to have a look at it, and we decided to camp there for the night.
I moved the campervan to a clearing and we set up a little table and chairs next to it. I poured myself a beer, and Kim opened a bottle of wine which she and Brenda shared. It was a sunny day, with a lovely cool breeze blowing off the water.
"I think I'll go for a dip," I said.
"What a good idea," said Brenda. "Though I didn't bring a bathing suit. I don't expect anyone will mind if I go in the buff, do you?"
"No, I wouldn't think so," I said. Kim smiled knowingly at me.
I went into the van and found some towels and sunscreen lotion. I also picked up my digital camera, which is never far from my side.
The three of us made our way down the cliff and onto the beach, where we spread our towels on the sand. We began to strip off, with me watching Brenda out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing a white blouse and a pair of navy blue shorts. She peeled off the blouse then pulled down the shorts and kicked them off, which left her in a white bra and panties. She had her back to me as she unhooked the bra, but then she turned around and I saw her big, slightly pendulous breasts as they were released from the cups. Her belly was just slightly rounded and, as she pulled the panties down, I was surprised to see that her pussy was shaved – just like Kim's, in fact. Oh, well, I thought, like mother, like daughter.
When we were all naked we ran down the sand into the water, which was quite warm, and splashed about merrily in it for a while. At one point, Brenda swam up to me and gave me a hug, and I felt her big tits pressed against my chest.
When we had had enough of the water, we walked back up the beach. Brenda and Kim, still dripping, sat down next to each other. I towelled myself dry, feeling Brenda's eyes on me as I did so. I turned toward her so she could get a good look at my cock.
I picked up my camera and, nonchalantly looking around, snapped a few photos of the scenery. Then I pointed it at Kim and her mother, who were sitting with their knees drawn up, both smiling. Just as I was about to take a picture Kim, with a wicked look on her face, parted her legs, giving me a clear view of her cunt. After I had taken a couple of shots, I saw Brenda glance at her. She looked back at me and, mindful I guess of her daughter upstaging her, also parted her legs.
It was only at this point that the strangeness of the situation hit me – to be photographing a mother and daughter naked together like this. I looked at Brenda's cunt – her mons was a little plumper than Kim's but otherwise they looked the same – and thought, my God, Kim came out of there.
Brenda put her arm around Kim. "Isn't she gorgeous?" she said to me. "You're a lucky man. Just look at those tits" – here she cupped one of Kim's breasts in her hand – "you can thank me for those."
"Mum!" said Kim, embarrassed.
"Much obliged," I said. I realised that the sight of them was starting to give me an erection, and I lay face down on my towel to hide it.
After sunning ourselves for another hour or so we returned to the van. Kim made a tuna salad, which we washed down with white wine. We all got a little drunk. At one point, while Kim was in the van, Brenda came up to me and put her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth, slipping her tongue in. After leaving the beach she hadn't put her bra back on, and her breasts were naked under her blouse. I reached under it and cupped one of them and squeezed it gently. Then we heard Kim calling from the van, she couldn't find something she was looking for – and Brenda and I broke away from each other.
I woke the next morning in the van, lying on the fold-out bed at the back of it next to Kim, who lay facing the wall. I felt a hand on my leg and rolled over to see Brenda kneeling on the floor beside the bed, a towel around her waist but otherwise naked. Smiling and putting a finger to her lips, she pulled the sheet that was covering me up until my penis was exposed. As often happens, I had woken with something of a hard-on. Brenda put her face close to my cock, examining it, then took it in her warm, soft hand and squeezed it gently. She began to wank me, massaging my balls with her other hand as she did so.
When I was completely hard she licked slowly up the shaft to the head, which she kissed, then slipped her mouth over it and began to suck, taking me in so deep that her lips brushed against my balls. She was clearly an expert at this – it felt incredible. After a minute or so I couldn't control myself and came in her mouth. My whole body shook as I did so – I was amazed Kim didn't wake up.
Brenda stood up. She opened her mouth so I could see my sperm on her tongue, swallowed it, smiled and walked towards the front of the van. "Would you like a cup of tea?" she called out.
"Ah, yes," I said. I kissed Kim on the cheek and she stirred and put her arm around me.
I got up and threw some clothes on. It was almost nine o'clock. I stepped out of the van and looked around, pleased to see that the weather was holding up. I noticed Brenda standing a few feet from the van. As I watched, she slipped the towel from around her waist and squatted down on the ground, and then I saw a thick stream of yellow piss gush from her pussy and splash onto the dirt. She noticed me watching her, smiled cheekily, and kept pissing.
An hour later we were on our way. We continued up the coast as we had the day before, stopping occasionally to grab something to eat or drink. We ended up in another town with a large pub where a band were playing that night, and decided to stop there.
Brenda went off to buy something, leaving Kim and me at the pub. "So," asked Kim, "How are you coping with mother?"
