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Mom and I were sitting in the park by the lake watching the pigeons and ducks all over the place. I knew mom loved relaxing here after our lunches. I liked it too. It gave me a chance to reflect a little. We finished up our hour and a half and mom went off home and I went back to work. I really liked where I worked. We made books and magazines and like that. Everybody cross trained. The three main parts were typing from the manuscript and proofreading and the last was the computer work putting everything in place, the text and the artwork, for printing.
It was also easy to work there. Everybody mostly left everybody else alone. We worked closely together but there didn't seem to be any social pressure. I've heard so many stories about that from other people, men and women. I haven't run into it all. I thought it was me for a long time but it isn't. I do get attention outside of work. I just ignore it. I thought I should dress differently but I like the way I dress and everybody there seems to like it too. Sometimes I get a compliment.
I wear a nice blouse. I like those thin ones because I move my arms a lot at work and they stretch and don't pull out of my skirt. I wear short sleeve and long sleeve, depends. I wear skirts. I like all kinds of skirts but I do use ones that stop above the knee because I sit down and get up a lot and they don't pull over my knees all day long. They felt strange and I was self-conscious about it but most of the other girls wore skirts and dresses above the knee and nobody seemed to give me any notice about that. I have my undie things on. They're very thin for comfort. I keep them very hidden, even from other girls.
Dad's a computer nut. He spends a lot of time in the basement with his computer stuff, not excessively so it's not a problem for me or mom. He's always attentive to us. Mom and I are watching the news like normal.
Mom said, "Robin, would you like to come and stretch out with us? I was going to ask a while back but decided to wait a little."
"I think you mentioned something like that when I got out of school," I said. "I didn't know what it meant then either."
"Oh," she said. "I remember. I did, didn't I? I thought you might like to stretch out with me in bed. It gives you a little bit of private personal experience. Being closer to someone in a private setting. It does help."
"What about dad," I said. "Would he be there?"
"I suppose," she said. "You would be between us but I'm sure he would be casual about it, us getting comfortable together. Later on you could see if you'd like him to get closer with us, see if it's comfortable, if you're compatible. I'd be right there. The first time would be strange. After a few times it would be routine and you would find things you like to do or like me to do."
"Like what kind of things?" I said.
"Like being private and being personal usually," she said. "I've always thought it was more like what comes along for us. I think it usually turns out to be fun."
"I could do that I guess," I said. "When do you want me to come over?"
"Oh, tomorrow night or the next night," she said. "There's no real hurry. Just wear your normal pjs. We can change as we go along if it feels right."
Mom and dad have a queen sized mattress so there's room for all three of us but not that much room. Our shoulders would probably touch. I wasn't that sure what dad wore to bed and I wondered if the light would be on. I should have asked. If dad was on his side away from us our shoulders wouldn't touch. I wondered if I should put on a regular bra. I could keep the covers up. He wouldn't see them anyway and I wouldn't swing my chest around so it probably didn't matter. I guess it would be ok. Everything is personal in bed.
The lights were out. I mean I could see to get around and I could see them on both sides of the bed but I really couldn't even tell what color the sheets are. Mom said 'Hi' and she pulled the sheet down in the center of the bed and I climbed on and under and stretched out. Dad was right there and our hips touched when I got in bed.
He said, "Hi Robin. Let me know if the pillow is too hard or too soft. I have other ones. We'll get used to bumping into each other. I'll try to bump softly. It's more fun that way. If I snore poke my shoulder."
I said, "Ok. Thanks dad."
I thought that went well. When I climbed in bed I noticed air blowing on me. I could reach a hand just above my head and feel it, not strong. With my eyes getting better in the dark I could see a small pedestal fan rotating across the bed. The air was not noticeably moving around my head but probably was. There was a nice motor noise. I turned towards mom when I got under the sheets and she was almost right up against me, just a little room. She was certainly stretched out so I kept my knees straight with my feet backwards a few inches.
She said, "I guess the best way is to hug lightly and let it build on its own."
I felt her hand finding its way under my waist and her other one over the top so I got around her neck, not all that much. She kissed me. Right on the lips, not long. She had her head on the edge of her pillow like I did on mine and we held each other. I could feel her breath on my neck. All in all everything was pleasant. We lay there for a minute or two and she wiggled and was closer to me. Our chests touched and our lower thighs and knees. It isn't easy to keep straight stretched out in bed. Another couple of minutes and she wiggled again and our hips touched, up and down. I did space out a little but was more or less enjoying myself.
Mom said, "Isn't this nice? I thought it would be. You certainly are comfortable to stretch out with. You don't have to wait for me to do something. Whatever you feel like doing."
I said 'ok' but I didn't know anything to do. Mom kissed me again, a little longer. One of her hands was down on the top of my butt. I noticed when she got there but didn't think anything about it. She pushed my butt a little and I felt her mons right against mine. Not hard, just touching. She kissed me again and I was kissing her back so we kissed longer. One of us tilted their head, I think it was me. She slid down in the back of my pjs. I don't mean just the pjs but down in my pants too and pushed a little again. Our thighs were pressing together. I could feel her mons on mine more.
Mom said, "You're quiet. Does that feel good? I'm feeling a little excited. A little thrilling like the first time with your dad. When he did that in my pants. It reminded me. Of course he was a little different in front as you can imagine."
I moved my head and kissed mom again. It seemed better. She had her hand up under the back of my pj top. She ran her fingers under my bra. I didn't wear my bra tight to bed so there was room.
"Oh, I forgot about your bra," she said. "Can I unhook it? I think you'll be more comfortable. Your dad won't know."
"Sure, if you want to," I said.
She unhooked my bra and my breasts pushed out some. It was more comfortable this way. Mom didn't have on a bra. She rubbed across my back and then back down in my pants.
She said, "That's better for you for the moment. I thought we might rotate with each other but I wanted to ask if you're comfortable with being more private with me and your dad. He's letting us see how we like it, I think. It seems to be working. I don't want to stop if you don't."
"It's different," I said. "It is private but I'm ok with that. Whatever you'd like to do."
"For me its letting you get more familiar with your feelings in a nice way, and more privately," she said. "Let's rotate. I'll start and you can join in when you feel like it. It's one of those times when you can let yourself go where it takes you."
Mom moved her hand and fingers down my butt more with her fingers right in the center and pushed again. I thought her fingers were going to go right down in. She starting rotating her hips against mine and her mons started rotating around the top of mine, pulling and pushing everything. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth at how good it was. I slowly pulled my hips back and pushed out for her. I guess she was the same way. She started rotating her hand on my butt and I started rotating my mons around hers. With me squeezing and rotating and mom rotating my butt her fingers went right down in my butt crack.
She kept rotating her fingers down in and her palm on my cheek. Her finger was rotating right on my butt button in my pants. We were kissing and our lips were open. It seemed forever later I felt her tongue on mine. We didn't stop, shock or not. I don't know if we meant that to happen. Then I felt some fingers moving down my back. It had to be dad and my bra was undone. He was on the outside of my pj top. Nothing to do, I couldn't stop. He got down to mom's wrist and I felt him touch my bare skin then he went back up like he was before. He did it a number of times and he knew mom had her hand in my pants.
