Nicholas Meets the Parents

This story is outside of The Lessons series. I must agree with feedback I've received that some of The Lessons stories had little to do with the title or its implied theme. I relied on the subtitle for this information but that may not be sufficiently effective, particularly if you search by title. Breaking away from the common title also allows more freedom to purse additional stories. With respect to this story, the prominent theme is exhibitionism and voyeurism (with a strong component of first time). However, I must warn that there are a few, occasional intimations of incestuousness. Nothing actually happens in that regard (sorry to give it away) but if the implication or appearance of incestuousness would be offensive or troubling for you, you should not read this story.

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Nicholas was finally going to meet the parents. He was looking forward to it. He had been dating Jennifer for over four months now, and had yet to meet her parents. He introduced Jennifer to his own parents within the first month. He didn't understand why he had not met hers. Being introduced to the parents was an explicit sign that the relationship had meaning, was moving forward, was going somewhere and, it was certainly true that they were becoming steady partners. They weren't dating anyone else, they spent most of their free time together, and it seemed to Nicholas that Jennifer had very strong feelings for him. But, Jennifer would never introduce him. Even when he arrived at her house to pick her up for a date, she would rush out the door as he drove up. Whenever he asked her about them she would say, "Absolutely," "They're dying to see you," or "I can't wait for you to meet them," but somehow it wouldn't happen.

Well, that was now all over. Jennifer's mother had even called him on the phone and invited him over for dinner. Nicholas was thrilled.

The boyfriend is not usually thrilled to meet the parents. On the contrary, sometimes it can be a pretty aversive experience. Nicholas remembered the time he met Mr. Campbell, Alice's father. That was fairly unpleasant, to say the least. Mr. Campbell did not try to hide his distrust and displeasure toward the young men dating his daughter. He had a way of making it apparent that you really weren't particularly welcome.

But, Mrs. Taylor sounded very friendly, pleasant, and inviting on the phone. Nick was looking forward to it.

He put on his best suit, a side-vent, flat-front striped black jacket with matching slacks, blue tie, and white shirt. It fit well on him. He wanted to impress them. When you dressed well, you meant well, and that he did. He liked Jennifer very much, and he could tell that she felt the same. Tonight would be an important step forward in their growing relationship. It was clearly important to dress well for this occasion. He even had his suit cleaned and pressed.

He arrived promptly at 6:30. Dinner wouldn't be served until much later but Mrs. Taylor suggested that he arrive early so that they would have ample time to get to know each other. He could not agree more.

Jennifer met him at the door. Nicholas was glad to see that she was also dressed well. He had been worried that he might be over-dressed. But, they were in fact a good match. She was wearing a cream one-piece pullover tie-back dress with a tassel-trimmed crocheted top and broomstick pleated skirt.

And, she looked beautiful in her outfit. It accented her breasts well. Jennie was not a terribly well-endowed girl but her breasts were well shaped. Nick had not yet in fact seen them himself, although he had managed to get a few feels through a blouse or a sweater. Jennie said that she just wasn't quite ready to go any further, at least not yet. Nicholas was of course disappointed. He figured most any other girl her age would show her boyfriend her breasts, even much more than that. In fact, Nicholas had never dated a girl so inhibited about sex.

Actually, it was really confusing. Jennifer didn't seem to be terribly inhibited about sex. She would take care of him. She knew what boys wanted. She knew how Nicholas could get frustrated. She was always very willing to use her hand on him, as long as his thing stayed within his pants. She didn't mind touching it that way. She in fact kind of liked it. She liked how stiff it got and how big he seemed to be. She had gotten real good at making him cum through his slacks. She knew how to tickle the head, lightly stroke the stem with her fingers, and then rub hard with her palm when he was getting close. She would let him play with her breasts through her blouse while she did it. She would even whisper in his ear while he was cumming, telling him how big he was, how she could feel it twitching through his pants, how if felt like an awful lot was cumming out that time.

However, she always did it through his pants. He offered to take it out. He tried to convince her that it would be a lot better for both of them if it was outside. One time she even gave him a little head through his slacks. He couldn't imagine her enjoying the feel or taste of the cloth in her mouth. And, he sure didn't like the mess he eventually made in his slacks and shorts. Fortunately, he was now doing his own laundry, so his parents wouldn't find out (he still lived with them, as did most of the students of Templeton). He was going through a lot of quarters for this girl. But, it was worth it. No matter how odd it seemed, it was ten times more fun having Jennie play with him through his slacks than it was doing it himself with his bare hand. And, besides, she was his girl. Everybody had their quirks, and if for some reason she was especially inhibited about seeing his erection, or him seeing her breasts, well, he would be patient. The right time would eventually come.

"Hi Jennie, I like your dress." His mother told him to always be sure to compliment the girl's dress, and that was certainly appropriate, if not important, this night.

Jennie smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Nickie." She was proud of it. "But, I need to tell you something."

"What is it, Jennie?" He could tell that there was something seriously troubling her. She looked oddly nervous, apprehensive, even fearful.

She started speaking very rapidly, trying to get as much out as fast as possible. Nicholas found it difficult to keep up. "I know I should have told you before. I wanted to tell you. It's why I haven't invited you here before. It's just awfully embarrassing. I can't believe that they won't just skip one night. It's not like they have to do it every night."

"Hello, young man, you must be Nicholas Manning. I'm Stanley Taylor, Jennifer's father. It's so good to finally meet you."

Mr. Taylor had entered the front hallway. Nicholas was facing Jennifer as she was standing in the entrance to the living room. As Nicholas turned to shake Mr. Taylor's hand he froze as soon as his eyes saw him. He was naked. He was stark, flat-out naked. He was walking up to him butt naked, his penis and balls fully exposed, flopping and flapping with his movements. Nicholas's jaw notably dropped. He was dumfounded.

Jennifer put her hands over her face. "I tried to tell you," she whispered through her mortification.

"Oh my," Mr. Taylor said, noticing the evident shock on Nicholas's face and his daughter's embarrassment. "She hasn't told you, has she. Well, this must come as a terrible surprise then, I'm afraid. Honey, why didn't you warn the young man?"

Jennifer removed her hands from her face. "Father, like, this isn't something you can easily tell people, and I asked you, I pleaded, to at least put something on tonight."

Mr. Taylor chuckled at his daughter's discomfort. He turned to Nicholas. "I'm afraid that my daughter is a little ashamed of her parents. I suppose that is common in most families. You see, Nicholas, the missus and I, well, our entire family, are nudists. We find the human body to be beautiful. One should not feel ashamed about one's own body. We believe that it is through the clothes, the hiding, the secrecy, that shame, embarrassment, and self-consciousness develop." He took Nicholas's hand, still outstretched where he had left it, frozen in place. He shook their hands for the both of them. "I know this is a lot to take in at once. I only wish I had the time to explain it further. I'm sure that you would come to embrace it yourself once you understood us more fully. After a few days it becomes quite comfortable, the embarrassment drifts away, and you feel so much better about yourself. We all accept each other for whom we are. There are no pretenses. Well, I'm sorry, there I go again, rambling away. Mrs. Taylor always tells me I am a prattler. Listen, do make yourself at home. Jennie, take your embarrassed young friend into the living room and make him feel comfortable. Nicholas, would you like me to take your jacket?"

"Sir, uh, am I to, um?"

Mr. Taylor laughed. "Goodness, no, Nicholas, we don't impose our lifestyle on others. I just wanted your jacket. You will notice shortly that we do keep our house a bit warmer than others, for obvious reasons." He chuckled. "I think you will feel much more comfortable with the jacket off."

Nicholas did then notice how warm the house was. He removed his jacket and handed it to Mr. Taylor.

"Please continue, though, if you wish."

Nicholas looked at him, uncertain what to say or do. Mr. Taylor laughed. He liked to tease. "Just having some fun with you, young man. If you feel better with your clothes on, we respect that. It took me awhile the first time, myself." He took Nicholas's jacket. "Jennie, here, though is usually herself without such modesty at home."

"Father!" Jennifer protested this revelation.

Nicholas turned to her, shocked to think that she would be walking around naked, fully exposed. Jennie, the girl that wouldn't let him see anything, not even her breasts, would be fully naked before her family, even her father? He could feel himself becoming aroused at the thought of Jennie walking around this house naked.

"But, I understand, young lovers need time. These things should not be rushed. Please, Nicholas, have a seat. I must attend to a few phone calls before dinner. I will leave the two of you alone. You clearly have much to absorb. I'm sure Jennifer will explain matters to you. Please." He waved his hand to the living room.

Nicholas watched him depart. He noticed (how could he not?) that Jennifer's father had a rather hairy butt, although clearly fit, masculine, even muscular. Nicholas felt his mouth go dry. He turned to Jennifer.

She said, "I was trying to tell you. Please don't be mad, Nicky. I know you must be terribly appalled. I don't blame you. I won't blame you if you leave right now. You can go. I will understand." Her eyes glistened with moisture. Nicholas did feel like leaving. This was beyond strange. It was an obligation of a boyfriend to tolerate the eccentricities of a girlfriend's parents, but this seemed to be more than just an idiosyncracy. This bordered on the outrageous. Well, at least he would be able to remain dressed. "No, I will stay," he announced, taking Jennifer's hand.

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief. She squeezed his hand in gratitude. "Oh, Nicky, I'm so glad." She pulled herself to him, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear. "Thank you." She had been dreading this evening for so long. She had repeatedly tried to get her parents to at least wear their clothes for one evening. They wore clothes at work. Couldn't they do it for just one night at home? For her?

But they would not be swayed. This was their home, this was their life. They were frankly disappointed in Jennifer. Her older sister, Patty, had not been so recalcitrant. Patty had always been much more relaxed, assured, and comfortable about this. They would not, of course, require Jennifer to be nude in front of Nicholas, and they clearly would not require him to be nude, but she should not require her parents to disavow their devotion to nudism. She should not feel ashamed of her parents. As far as they were concerned, it was the rest of society that was unreasonable, rigid, and hard-headed. It was disappointing to hear such things as well from their own daughter. Oh well. One had to expect moments of rebellion from your children.

Jennifer led Nicholas into the living room. "I know it's a shock. I tried to get them to change their minds. Honestly, I tried, but they just wouldn't listen."

"Jennifer, really, you don't have to explain anything." That wasn't entirely true. He did still have a few questions; actually, lots of them. Each one led to many more. There was one, though, that troubled him more than most. They sat down next to each other on the couch.

Jennie clasped Nicholas's hands in her lap. She was smiling nervously, looking him in his eyes. "You're so dear, so sweet, to put up with this. I should have told you. I wanted to tell you, but it's so difficult. But, Nicky, at least, please realize, that, um, you're in fact the first guy I have ever even brought home to meet my parents."

Nicholas thought, 'That is hardly a surprise,' but he was duly and sincerely honored by that admission. This was a good sign that she did in fact feel strongly for him. At least his concerns regarding the embarrassing behavior of his own parents were now washed away. He had been mortified when his father belched in front of Jennifer, and his mother asked so many personal questions. All of this was now rather trivial in comparison. It did still trouble him though that Jennifer would not let him see her naked but apparently was comfortable walking around naked in the house, even in front of her father.

Jennifer could see he was lost in thought. This was a lot to absorb in just a minute or two. "Nicky, tell me what you're thinking, please."

Nicholas wondered if he should say what he was thinking. This was not the right time to get into a discussion of their sex life. What could be more inappropriate than talking about your sex life when visiting the parents? Well, the parents being nude might be just as weird.

Jennifer was getting very concerned with his silence. "Nicky, say something."

Nicholas blurted out a question. "You've been naked in front of your dad?" This isn't what he really wanted to say, or even how he wanted to say it. The way he put it sounded like an accusation. He hadn't meant to sound judgmental. He was just so surprised by all of this.

Jennifer looked down, feeling embarrassed, even ashamed. This was one of the things she was worried about. She said quietly, "Yes, yes, I have."

Nicholas was almost speechless. All he could muster was a quiet, "wow."

Jennifer though wanted to try to reassure him. She wasn't some kind of pervert. "It's not what you think, Nicky, really. It's just the way things are like here. Nothing ever, you know, like, um, happened, you know."

Nicholas hadn't even meant it like that at all. He could see her concern and embarrassment. "Jennie, no, I wasn't thinking that. I was just thinking how difficult that might be for you. Golly, I mean, I can't imagine."

Jennifer was relieved. Perhaps he might even understand now why she was so inhibited about them seeing each other. "You're telling me. I mean, sometimes, I get so uncomfortable about it, but what do you do when it's your parents? But, I mean, I have gotten use to it, myself. What actually bothers me about it is, well." She didn't finish her sentence. She was uncertain whether she could tell him exactly why it bothered her.

Nicholas thought about a few times when his parents seemed a bit too casual in front of him. And, more importantly, he did wonder if having nudist parents could make it confusing to be naked with others. It could have affected her in some way. Actually, how could it not affect her? At least now he understood that it wasn't personal, it wasn't because of him. On the contrary, as she said, he was the first one that she had brought home. Being patient with her had been the right thing to do. He reached for her hand and brought it to his lap. "It's fine, Jennifer, I understand." He didn't really, but he felt better about things.

She leaned against him. "I like you so much, Nicky."

"Well, who do we have here? I say, you must be Mr. Manning." Nicholas looked up to see Mrs. Taylor.

'Whoa!' Nicholas thought. Mrs. Taylor was strolling into the room from the kitchen, carrying a selection of pastry puff appetizers on a tray. He was rather hungry, but his eyes were not on the food. His eyes naturally went to Mrs. Taylor's breasts, which towered over the tray. It was like she was serving two large white breasts, wiggling and bobbing above the little round pastries. Or, perhaps the breasts were the serving tray, with the nipples being the appetizers. It was really unclear what it was, but it did look awfully good.

"Would you like a little piggie puff? There's also cheese, mushroom, and spinach."

Nicholas though could not take his eyes off her tits. 'Man,' he thought, 'she has really big boobs.' They were an amazing sight: two huge white luscious globes capped with much smaller pink mounds of the areolas, topped off by tiny pink soft nipples. Her breasts leaned away from her body, rocking and jiggling, as she bent over in front of him to offer him a pastry. He was speechless.

Mrs. Taylor smiled sweetly at him as she offered him the puffs. "I think you will like them, try one?"

He replied, his mind in a state of evident confusion, "Uh, yeah, they do look good." Mrs. Taylor's eyes twinkled at the double meaning. Nicholas blushed.

Jennifer heard it as well. She could see where Nicholas's eyes were staring and she wasn't happy about it. It was in many respects much of her problem. The way her mother displayed herself was a big part of her problem with nudity. She recognized that it was unrealistic for Nicky not to look, but he didn't have to stare. She gave a little frustrated sigh.

Mrs. Taylor could see Nicholas was a bit flummoxed. "Oh my, I'm sorry. How very rude of me to just walk out here like this. I haven't said hello or anything." She stood back up straight, giving her breasts another excuse to bounce and shake. "It's so nice of you to visit us, Nicholas. Of course, I'm Jennie's mother, Melinda."

Nicholas quickly wrenched his gaze from her breasts to her face, realizing that he should at least make eye contact when he said hello. His voice cracked with nervousness. His mouth was suddenly dry. "Yes, hm, Mrs., uh, Taylor, I'm Nicholas. It's very nice to see you." Ouch. Another faux pas.

Mrs. Taylor though was not at all offended. She understood that it would be hard for a young man not to look at her breasts, and, frankly, she was flattered. Nudists had to be comfortable with the eyes of persons first going to their private parts, as these parts, which normally were so well hidden, were now fully exposed. Doing what comes natural was the whole point, and what was more natural for a young man than to look at exposed knockers, as her husband liked to call them when they were much younger.

Nicholas could feel his cock swelling in his pants. Thank goodness he was wearing tight jockies rather than his loose boxers. But, he wasn't at all sure that they would be effective if he stood up. He hoped that Mrs. Taylor was not offended by his failure to stand up when she entered the room. His mother had made it quite clear to him that he should stand up when Jennifer's mother entered the room. But, he felt, and looked, like a deer caught in headlights, and they were quite large and bright ones at that. He cleared his throat and brought his eyes down to the ground, which gave him a quick glance in between her legs. His eyes widened in shock as his vision moved across her pussy, the exposed, hairy pussy of Jennifer's mom.

Mrs. Taylor bent over again, her breasts waving like firm water balloons over the pastry tray. "Really, Nicholas, try any one you please. They're all quite luscious."