She rode naked as a big ‘Fuck You’ to her cheating husband 2.

“Bravo, young lady. How did you come up with your hypothesis?”

“My family is of Anglo-Saxon descent. Supposedly, a royal bloodline. This story has been passed down through the generations. We got the story directly from Lady Godiva’s lips.”

“Well, then. Who am I to question its authenticity?” Winston said with a gracious smile. “Let’s end our program on that note. Thank you, young lady and thanks all of you for coming to today’s lecture. If any of you are so moved, since today is National Nude Day, it would be fitting to do as Lady Godiva did and enjoy the warm sunshine in your birthday suit.”

The audience laughed, clapped, and then, exited the room.

The old woman who had asked the first question, came up to Megan and said, “Dear, the idea that the naked ride was motivated by a desire for revenge seems more plausible to me than the altruistic rational that Lady Godiva wanted to save people some money. If any man humiliated me, my fury would know no bounds. Basic fairness dictates that we not allow men to get away with murder and do nothing because it’s not nice or proper or lady-like.”

“Yes. Exactly,” Megan said.

She and her mother exited, got in their car, and drove home. As they walked into the house, Cyne asked, “When was this Anglo-Saxon tale passed down to you? By who? I’ve never heard it?”

“I learned about it in my dreams. I told you I’ve been having dreams about being naked in public. At first, I thought the blond woman was me even though it didn’t feel like me. Turns out the look-alike woman with the long, blond hair was Lady Godiva. I saw snippets of her life. She and I also talked. She told me she rode naked through the streets to get back at Leofric for sleeping with commoners and prostitutes.”

“Wow,” Cyne said.

“I told her about Leo and how he cheated on me as if he was entitled to sleep with as many women as he fancied. I also admitted that I was stupid and compliant. I didn’t listen to my gut. I wasn’t a strong, self-confident woman. I fooled myself by saying that his possessive, controlling behavior was how he showed his love.

“Not only do Godiva and I have the same hairstyle, we both found crappy men who cheated on us. She got her revenge and I will too. My revenge will be living well and being a strong, confident woman. It starts today.”

Cyne liked what she heard. She supported her daughter by saying, “Good for you!”

“A guy I know is having a National Nude Day celebration. As a sign of solidarity and in honor of Lady Godiva, I’m going to go. I’m going to be naked in public. I’m embracing and celebrating my body. I enjoyed sun tanning topless. I like the feel of the sun on my skin. This is me raising a big, middle finger to Leo. He didn’t like me showing my nipples to the world. Guess what, Leo? You don’t get to tell me what to do! I’ll show the world my whole body if I want too!”

“I’m proud of you, Megan. We should all live fearlessly. I’d like to join you. You know, you aren’t the only descendant of Lady Godiva and I too love the sun.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’d like to go to the National Nude Day party.”

“Cool.”

“Let’s change our clothes, grab our sunglasses, towels, and sunscreen, and go,” Cyne said.

“Yes and I made some pies. I’ll bring them to the potluck dinner.”

They went inside and changed into comfortable, casual clothes. Both left their bras at home. They got the pies and the accessories needed to spend an afternoon in the sun.

Megan’s phone directed them to the party at Hallelujah Acres. It was a farm on the outskirts of town. They followed a line of cars and parked in a field where others were parking. They saw people get out of their vehicles, strip, and head to the farmhouse. They did likewise.

Wearing a hat, sunglasses, and sandals and carrying a pie, mother and daughter walked confidently toward the crowd. Cyne said, “Ahhh. I love the feel of the warm sun on my skin.”

Megan turned to her mother and said, “Me too. Being naked just feels right.” She smiled at her.

Cyne smiled back. She noticed that her daughter’s attention had drifted. She followed her gaze and saw a naked, young man with blond hair greet and hug a naked, young woman. She looked back at her daughter and saw her body stiffen and her mouth turned down.

When they got to the house, they went to the tables with the food. There was a thin, fit woman in her mid-forties with dirty, blond hair greeting everyone. They waited their turn and then approached. Megan said, “We have some pies for you.”

“Bless you. We can never have too many desserts,” she said. Her smile was warm and genuine. Her body was tanned. Long, hard nipples protruded from ample breasts. “You can put them here.” She pointed to a table on the right. She went with them and asked pleasantly, “Is this your first time at a nudist event?”

Cyne laughed. Her breasts shook as the soft flesh wobbled. She said, “Yes. Our pale, pasty bodies and severe tan lines gave us away, didn’t they?”

Megan said, “I met a young man named Mike Trevose the other day. He mentioned this event to celebrate National Nude Day. I was intrigued. I hope you don’t mind that we crashed the party.”

“No, not at all. I’m Trisha Trevose. Mike’s mom. Welcome to our family’s farm.” The easy-going women extended her hand.

“I”m Megan.” They exchanged smiles and shook hands.

“My son is around here somewhere.” She smiled at the pretty girl and said, “He’s single.”

Cyne stepped forward. The women grasped hands. “Nice to meet you. I am Cyne and my daughter is single too.”

Megan blushed and the older women giggled at her discomfort. Trisha said, “So how are you feeling about your first foray into the naturalist lifestyle?

“Loving it,” Cyne said. “The sun and the breeze feels great on my skin.”

“Me too,” Megan said. “But I feel out of style. We are hairy beasts rocking 1970’s bushes and all the women and most of the men are smooth and hairless. I usually wax, but I had a bad break up and I’ve let things go.”

Cyne looked down and studied Trisha’s bare pussy and said, “I haven’t been dating and I haven’t been diligent either. I usually trim, but I must say, seeing how nice you look, I’m ready to get a Brazilian.”

“Come this way. I can fix you up in a jiffy.”

“What? We couldn’t ask you to do that,” Megan said.

“It’s no problem at all. I’m guessing Mike didn’t mention that I’m a full-service cosmetologist. I worked on movie sets styling hair, doing nails, giving massages, waxing, and applying makeup. I did whatever was necessary to make the men and women beautiful and camera ready. It won’t take long and I won’t take no for an answer.”

She walked toward the house. They followed.

“What movies did you work on?” Cyne asked.

“The Hunger Games and X-Men series, Get Smart, and many small-budget, independent films.”

“Wow!” Megan said.

Trisha said over her shoulder, “I’ve also worked on porn shoots and yes, those guys have huge cocks and I got to handle them. It was all very professional. Not!”

She laughed and added, “The guys were good sports. It was fun seeing and feeling their gigantic cocks when I applied body makeup or waxed their junk. It’s a bit like going to the zoo and seeing exotic animals.”

She opened the screen door, ushered them in, and said, “Go up the stairs and into the first room on the right. I have a table in there I use for waxing and massages. Dad swears my Swedish massages are the only thing that can relieve his arthritis pain.”

She followed them in, up the stairs, and into the room. She turned on the machine that heated her wax. “You’re in luck. Everyone in the family wanted a waxing for today’s party. I have all the supplies out.”

She saw a look of shock on Cyne’s face. She said, “It might seem that waxing family members is too much, but some say that waxing anyone’s pubic hair is too intimate. Nudity isn’t an issue for members of my family. My grandparents were naturalists. My parents raised me that way and I continued the family tradition.

“I have skills and my family reaps the benefits. For us, it’s no different than if we had a relative who was a dentist. We’d all go to him. I’ve seen, touched, and waxed hundreds of cocks and vaginas. There’s nothing sexual about the process.

“Nudity and the human body don’t freak us out. Men had penises and everyone knows they have erections. Pardon the pun, but erections aren’t a big deal. Guys wake up with morning wood and get boners for no reason at all. A young man will get hard a dozen times a day. They aren’t all sexual. Some are a phenomenon. Nudist women understand that and ignore them. The nudist men aren’t chastised for them. They roll over onto their stomachs or temporary cover-up.

“We women have our issues. When I’m on my period and I have a string dangling out of my vagina because I use Tampons. There’s no reason for either sex to be embarrassed about our bodies.”

“You’re right,” Cyne said. “Sorry. I made a face.”

Trisha nodded and said, “Megan, since you’ve done this before, why don’t you get on the table and go first. Let mom see that it isn’t as bad or painful as she fears.”

Megan hopped up on the table. The table’s back was raised slightly. She got comfortable and asked, “When you were working on porno movies, what’s the biggest cock you saw?”

“Eight inches is standard. I saw some that were nine to ten inches long. Ten inches is scary. I heard some guys have twelve-inch penises. I also heard they have trouble getting it hard enough to use it.”

Trisha went and assembled her supplies. She came back with a tray. She said, “Ideally when you are getting a Brazilian, your pubes are a quarter inch long. If they are shorter, I don’t have enough to grab. If the hair is longer, it hurts more and I’ll have trouble doing a good a job. Some of the hair is likely to break above the skin’s surface.”

“Mine’s much longer than that,” Megan confessed.

“No problem. I’ll trim it. Spread your legs,” Trisha said. She picked up her electric razor and flicked it on.

Megan opened her legs. Trisha quickly chopped her pubes. She had to touch the young woman’s legs and sex to do the job. Then, she shut the device off and set it aside. Next, she spritzed Megan’s pussy. “This will clean the area of oils and fluids that might inhibit the effectiveness of the wax.”

She rubbed the college student’s genitals.

Megan gasped, “Oh.”

Trisha laughed gently and said, “It is a very intimate procedure. We will be very good friends by the end.”

She took a towel and wiped the areas she’d touched. She picked up a bottle and poured a honey-colored, viscose material on her hand. She coated Megan’s sex and asshole. “This is an oil that will protect your skin.”

She saw Megan clenching her teeth and holding her breath. She said, “Don’t be embarrassed and feel like you can’t make a noise. It feels good to have your pussy rubbed. I know it. You know it and your mother knows it. These hands have made Anne Hathaway and Jennifer Lawrence groan. It’s okay to let it out.”

“Oh!” Megan moaned and exhaled loudly. “Thank you. I was struggling to pretend it didn’t feel good.”

The other women laughed in a kind, understanding way.

Trisha brought her pot of wax over. Cyne came over and stood next to her daughter. She watched as Trisha used a wooden stick to apply the wax. She asked, “How hot is the wax?”

“Warm, not hot. Right, Megan.”

“Yes.”

Trisha dabbed at her bikini line and said, “See how quickly the wax has cooled. Now for the fun part.” She grabbed the wax and said, “Deep breath and exhaled.”

When Megan released the air, Trisha tugged on the wax ripping it quickly off her body. Then, she patted and rubbed the now hairless skin. She explained to Cyne, “This helps you get over the shock.”

She repeated the process many times. Slowly, but surely, all of Megan’s bush disappeared.

“Okay, young lady. Up on your hands and knees. Time to get those wild hairs that grow around your asshole.” Megan got into position. Cyne patted her firm, white butt. She turned to Cyne and said, “Remember when you had an ass this fit and firm?”

The older women chuckled. Cyne said, “Barely. It’s been many, many years.”

“For me too,” Trisha agreed.

“Ah, you two look great,” Megan said.

“Thanks,” Trisha said, ‘you’re only saying that hoping I will be gentle.”

Trisha dabbed wax on her backside around her anus. She ripped it off taking all the hair away.

Megan whimpered.

“Last step,” Trisha announced. She poured a different solution on her hand and rubbed it all over the young woman’s genitals.

“Oh,” Megan moaned. She closed her eyes and dipped her head. Trisha said, “This lotion is to calm, moisturize, and nourish the skin. It has botanicals and antioxidants to help smooth the area and prevent ingrown hairs. I’ll give each of you a bottle so you can apply it at home. It will take a day or two for you to fully recover.”

She thoroughly coated the area she had waxed. She gave the young woman extra time and extra strokes knowing how good the lotion and her touch felt.

“Oh. Oh,” Megan groaned.

Her mother blushed watching her daughter being masturbated. After thirty seconds, Trisha stopped and said, “All done, precious. Mom, it’s your turn.”

Megan got off the table. Cyne got on and said, “That didn’t seem to be too terrible an experience and it looks great. So smooth and sleek. Be gentle, it’s my first time. Ha! It’s been more than two decades since I said that!”

Everyone laughed. Trisha got out new supplies — a new stick and separate pot of wax. She went to work. She was as quick and efficient as before. There were more cries of pain this time. Cyne laughed at how scared and what a bad client she was. There were also moans of pleasure.

Trisha let Megan do the honors and rip off the wax that cleared her mother’s backside. Megan declined her offer of applying the soothing salve at the end of the procedure. She said, “You do it. I want my mother to be able to tell her friends that the hand that caressed Jennifer Lawrence’s pussy also touched hers.”

They all laughed. Cyne said, “She knows me too well. I will tell my friends.” They all laughed harder.

As Trisha was putting her supplies away and washing her hands. Megan asked, “Do you wax yourself?”

“No. I’m not flexible enough. When my mother was feeling better, we’d do each other, and, of course, before my husband died, he was always eager to get between my legs to give me a Brazilian or do anything else.”

“I’m sorry,” Megan said. “I didn’t mean to remind you of that tragedy.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like I don’t think of him every day. Dozens of times actually. He was a good man.” She sighed heavily and said, “Lately, Mike has been handling the chore. I do him. He does me. Come, let me introduce you to everyone.”

The ladies left the house and mingled. Trisha made many introductions. The mother and daughter were well received. Cyne couldn’t help but notice that a couple of times over the next two hours, her daughter would become distracted. It happened when Megan saw a certain good-looking, young, blond guy in their area. The same guy that first caused the reaction in the parking area.

Her daughter would stare at him and then quickly look away when he glanced in her direction. Cyne noticed that he was behaving the same way. He watched her daughter and then quickly averted his eyes when she looked his way. She thought to herself, “Interesting. Something’s going on.”

When an opportunity presented itself, Cyne slipped away and searched out the young man. She found him down by the swimming hole. People were frolicking in water where the stream that ran through the property widened and had formed sandbars and pockets of deep water.

When he can out of the stream, his nude body glistened as sunlight hit the beads of water on his skin. He looked so handsome, momentarily she was speechless. Then, she walked up to him and said, “Hello, My name is Cyne.”

He glanced at her naked body. He checked out her ample breasts that sagged slightly, her cleft sex which was visible between her toned thighs, and her pronounced tan lines. He didn’t ogle her or leer. It was a quick look and then he focused on her eyes.

She studied his body longer and more intently. He was a muscular youth and his dick was well proportioned. Blond hair. Blue eyes.

When her eyes finally met his, he said, “I’m Mike Trevose. My family owns this farm and my mother is putting on this event. I’m glad that you came. Is this your first nude day celebration?”

Cyne laughed and pirouetted. She thought, “Why did I spin around and show him my butt? I’m acting like some giddy school girl.” She blushed and said, “Ahh. I guess it’s obvious with these tan lines.”

“Yes,” he answered. He gave her a kind smiled and continued to look her in the eye.

She thought, “Wow! What a nice guy. Handsome, hunky, and polite. How many other twenty-year-olds would be looking me in the eye when they had the opportunity to look at my boobs and naked bits. I’m impressed.”

She said, “Oh. I met your mother. What a great lady.”

“Yes. She is.”

Mike put his hands on his hips. His ample dicks hung down. Water dripped off it and hit the ground. They carried on a normal conversation about the farm, where he was going to school, and the weather. They talked about nudism and the events planned for today. Each enjoyed the talk and getting to know the other.

He looked at his watch and said, “Dinner is about to be served now. Care to join me? We can talk about who you are going to be in the contest.”

“Sure,” she answered sounding like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Great. Give me second.” He turned to the stream and shouted, “Dinner is being served.” A cowbell began to clang in the distance. Everyone got out of the water and made their way to the farmhouse. Mike and Cyne walked together.

When they arrived at the house, Cyne saw her daughter scanning the crowd. When she saw her mother, she waved. Then, she blanched. Cyne knew why. She had intertwined her arm with Mike’s. She smiled broadly loving the look of distress on her child’s face.

“Ouch!” Cyne cried out. She’d stubbed her toe on an exposed tree root. She tripped and fell. Her right boob pressed against Mike’s arm. He turned to help her and the breast raked down his body. He reached out to catch her and his right hand latched onto her left tit. He couldn’t save her. She stumbled to the ground and her face ended up in his crotch.

His dick bounced against her face. If she had opened her mouth it could have easily slipped inside.

“Are you all right?” Mike asked. He knelt down and got his dick out of her face.

“Mom, are you okay?” Megan said as she rushed to her side.

“I’m fine,” Cyne replied. “I’m embarrassed for tripping, but I’m not hurt.”

The two young people each took an arm and assisted her as she stood. She said, “Mike, I’m sorry I fell into you. I don’t usually perform fellatio so clumsily.”

She laughed hard. Mike didn’t know what to do or say and was silent. Megan used a scolding tone and said, “Mother!”

“Come on! It was funny. Let’s get some food. Mike, is your invitation to eat together still open?”

He nodded.

“Great. Come on Megan, let’s get in line. Mike, if you get the chance, take a slice of the blueberry pie. Megan made them. She’s not only smart and beautiful, but she’s a good cook.”

That comment generated another cry of exasperation from Megan. “Mother!”

The three of them got their food, sat, and enjoyed the conversation and the food. Mike did get a piece of pie and praised it deservedly. Cyne slipped away and left the two kids talking.

“Your mother’s great,” Mike said.

“Your mother is great. She made us feel at home. She introduced us to everyone and she . . . Ah, she assisted us in our beauty regimen.”

“Good.” Mike had noticed both Megan and Cyne were hairless. He’d also caught a whiff of his mother’s after-waxing lotion and putting two and two together. He assumed his mom had given them a Brazilian today.Megan looked him in the eye and said, “Hold it. I want a do-over. I’m disappointed with my lack of candor and lack of confidence. I shouldn’t be speaking in euphemisms. Your mother waxed my vagina and my mom’s too.”

“I see.”

She glanced at her chest and said, “As you probably have guessed from my white breasts and pale bum, this is the first time I have been nude in public. You and my ex are responsible.”

“Oh?” he said. He also looked down at her boobs as if her mentioning them reminded him they were there, out in the open. She had small, but well-formed breasts. Her pink nipples were erect. After he studied them, his eyes returned to her face.

“Yes. I discovered he was cheating on me. I learned that he didn’t love me. He didn’t think I was special. He didn’t respect me as a human being. He didn’t think of me as an equal. Hell, he didn’t even think of me as a creature with feelings or a person with natural rights. He used me to make himself feel strong and important.

“After I broke up with him, I evaluated our relationship and I wasn’t happy with the person I was when I was with him. I wasn’t strong and confident. I didn’t embrace my body and recognize my beauty and my worth.

“It was his idea that I stop tanning topless. I thought that I was being a good girlfriend, that stopping was a small gift to give someone who said they loved me. I thought it was a preference or at worst, a fetish. If you love someone and you know they like something, you do it. For other guys, I’ve worn stockings or thongs. I wore open toe shoes for a man who liked feet. I let another cum on my face.

“The difference in the other relationships was we were equals. We loved, respected, and only wanted the best for each other.”

“Even the guy who blasted his spunk on your face?” Mike asked.

“Yes. The key was his intent. No girl I know walks around thinking ‘Gosh. If only Charley would beat off and shot his cum all over my face. I’d be the happiest girl in the world!’ I asked him why he wanted to do it and he said, it wasn’t to humiliated or to degraded me. He told me he was turned on by the idea because he loved my face. It was the part of me he found the most sexually appealing.

“Some guys love the texture and shape of your mouth and want to kiss you. Some guys like the look, smell, and taste of your pussy and want to eat you. Some guys love your butt and want to have anal sex or do you doggie-style. As long as they want what they want out of love, why deny them?

“And to be honest, it’s fun to see to see a guy frantically beating his meat, to hear him whimper, and make a face like he’ll die if he doesn’t ejaculate soon. It made me feel sexy and I like the feeling of anticipation, of waiting for that first blast of spunk to splatter on my face.”

She grinned, shrugged her shoulders, and said, “It’s weird. I know, but true.” She blushed.

“The problem with my ex was he wasn’t asking me not to tan because he was turned on by my beautiful, porcelain, white skin. He wanted to control me. He didn’t ask out of love. He didn’t want other guys to see my boobs. In his mind, they were his property. His attitude didn’t uplift or empower me.”

“I understand,” Mike said. “How am I responsible for you being here?”

She said, “First, let me apologize for biting your head off the last time we talked. I could say I was stressed, that I hadn’t been sleeping well, it was a bad day in my cycle, and I was PMS’ing big time. Those are all true, but they aren’t the reason I blew up. You called me an angel.”

“Huh? That’s a trigger word?”

Megan laughed and said, “That was the pet name my ex called me. Actually, it was the pet name he used for the other girl he was sleeping with too. He was out of town a lot. I’m guessing there were many other women. Maybe he called us all ‘Angel’ to decrease the chance that he’d call us by the wrong name. I treated you badly. You didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry.

“You are partly responsible for me being here because when you explained why you were a nudist your words struck a chord with me. You said it was about being genuine, honest and free. That’s what I want. I want to be real, to be brave, and to love my self. I too want to experience the world without filters.

“I come from a line of strong, brave women. They have rejected limitations men and society have tried to impose on them. One of my ancestors was Lady Godiva. She rode naked through town to rebuke her husband for humiliating her with his indiscreet cheating. I’m here because this is my body and I’ll do what I want with it.”

Mike smiled and said, “I’m happy you’re in a better place, in a better frame of mind. I’m glad we had this chance to talk. When I met you I thought, ‘This is an attractive woman I’d like to get to know’. After you yelled at me, I thought ‘This one is a psycho. No thanks’. Now, I’m back to thinking I’d like to get to know you better.”

She smiled and not just because he stood up and she could see his dick. He said, “Come with me, we have to get you ready for the contest.”

“What contest?” she stood and confidently showed him her naked body.

“We end our National Nude Day celebration with a contest where people re-act famous naked people from real life, fiction or art. With your long, blond hair and bloodline, you’re a natural to re-enact Lady Godiva’s ride. Come with me to the barn. I’ll get you a horse.”

“Okay. Who are you going to be?”

“Michelangelo’s David.”

She giggled and said, “You have the muscles, the six-pack, and if memory serves me, the same pubic hair style.” She mischievously added, “But you’re penis is too big.”

He smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said, “I have to work with what I’ve got.”

They went to the barn. Cyne had been watching them. She smiled when she saw them walk off together. She went and found Trisha. Trisha said, “Are you having a good time?”

“Yes.”

“Come with me. We have to get ready for the big finale.”

“What’s that?”

“We invite people to re-enact famous nudes.”

“That sounds like fun,” Cyne said.

“Do you have anyone you want to be? If not, I thought we could be the d’Estrees sisters. In a famous painting, they’re nude sharing a bath. Gabrielle was a mistress of King Henry the IV of France. She is holding a ring and her sister is pinching her right nipple which was supposed to indicate her sister was pregnant with the King’s child.”

“Okay, but since you’ve rubbed my pussy, it’s only fair that I get to pinch your nipple.”

“Deal. I’ll be Gabrielle. Come with me. Let’s get ready.” She walked away.

“What’s to do? It’s not like we have a costume to make. I’m confused,” Cyne said as she followed the other woman.

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Fifteen minutes later, a cowbell clanged signally the start of the contest. The participants lined up. The rest of the folks grabbed a drink and meandered over to a small knoll. They sat on the grass or blankets in front of a small, makeshift stage. A string of lights and the moon illuminated the area. The curtain was a couple of sheets hung from a clothesline. Trisha walked on stage completely naked just like everyone there. Her hair was up. The crowd cheered their hostess politely.

She had a wireless microphone. She spoke into it. “Hello, good people. Did you have fun today?”

The group cheered in response.

She said, “It was a lovely day and our largest turnout ever. We had a beautiful sunny day and, as always, the food was great. Thanks to all the cooks who came through for us.”

She tucked the microphone under her arm and clapped. Those gathered applauded the people who had fed them. She retrieved the microphone and said, “We end our day together, with a friendly contest where people re-enact famous nudes from art, stories, or real life. May I present our distinguished judges, my parents, Able and Irene Watson!”

She turned and swung her arm in the directions of two septuagenarians who were seated on the stage. They each stood, smiled, and waved to their fellow naturalists. Their tanned, naked bodies sagged and showed the effects of time and gravity, but they bore the ravages of time proudly.

Trisha went to them and kissed each on the cheek. She handed the microphone to her father and skipped off the stage. Able consulted a paper he had in his hand and said, “First up is my grandson, Mike.”

Mike walked to center stage and assumed a pose. Able said, “One of the most famous statues Michelangelo made was of David about to face Goliath. Note the rock in his right hand and the leather sling over his left shoulder.”

Mike held the pose showing off his six pack and a determined, confident look on his face. Then, he waved to the crowd and walked off the stage to polite applause.

Able said, “Here is Diana Smithson.”

A pregnant woman marched on stage. She turned sideways to the crowd. Her right hand covered her left breast and her left hand supported her very large belly. She gazed off into the distance.

Able read his paper. “She is recreating Demi Moore’s groundbreaking cover on Vanity Fair.”

After thirty seconds, the mother-to-be left the stage. Able announced the next contestant. “Here is George Turner.”

A large black man walked on stage and posed. He had curly, black hair, a full beard, and a Flintstone-sized club. He leaned wearily on the club. His body was massive but without much muscular tone. He was big and fat.

Able said, “This is mighty Hercules. He is resting on his club. He is tired having completed his twelve labors.”

The crowd clapped politely. George bowed and left the stage. A woman wearing long, black gloves took his place center stage. She positioned a skirt low on her hips and struck a pose.

“Here is Mimi Winters. She is Venus De Milo. The black gloves represent her missing arms.”

Able and the others admired the elegant woman. She had wide hips and small breasts. She also had a knack to command your attention. She bowed and left the stage to applause.

A man brought a stool on stage and sat. He rested his chin on his right hand. Able said, “Jose Ramos as Rodin’s ‘The Thinker'”.

Jose appeared deep in thought. Then, he bounded up, smiled, waved to the crowd, grabbed the chair, and he left the stage.

A black woman with a string of bananas around her hips came on next. She began to dance energetically, seductively, and comically. At times she crossed her eyes and made funny faces.

Able said, “Here is Edith Baxter as Josephine Baker.”

The woman obviously loved to dance. Her passion was infectious. She entertained the crowd and left to a thunderous applause.

A lovely, young woman was next. She placed a chair on the stage and sat with her legs crossed and stared at the crowd. They didn’t know what to make of her. Then, she uncrossed her legs in an exaggerated manner.

Able said, “Who can forget Sharon Stone flashing her vagina in the movie “Basic Instinct”? Thank you, Jennifer.”

The woman repeated the move and gave everyone a good look at her shaved pussy. Her labia minora were long and flappy. They protruded out of her vagina. She giggled, picked up her chair, and ran off the stage.

Next up was, Cyne and Trisha. They came to center stage. Each holding on to a picture frame. The wooden border outlined their heads and torsos. Able read his paper. “Here are two ladies, sisters, from the French court sharing a bath. Trisha, the slut. Pardon my ad-libbing,” Able said.

Everyone laughed. He continued when the tittering died down. “Trisha has been impregnated by the King. She is holding a gold ring. Cyne is pinching her sister’s nipple which we all know is what one woman does to another when they discover she is with child.”

The audience laughed. Trisha stuck her tongue out at her father for his satirical comments. Then, she and Cyne scampered off the stage.

Able glanced off to the right to where his grandson stood holding the reins of a horse. They exchanged nods. Mike released the horse and it walked in front of the stage. Able said, “Here is our last contestant. The lovely Megan Culbert is portraying the iconic Lady Godiva. Naked, riding a horse through Coventry, covered only by her long, blond hair.”

“Clip-clop” went the horse’s hooves as it walked in front of the stage. Meg smiled and waved to the crowd as she paraded passed. The crowd cheered her.

Able conferred with his wife and then walked to the center of the stage. He announced, “We had many wonderful entries. As always it’s a tough choice. This year’s winner is . . . ” He paused to build up the suspense. “The winner is Edith Baxter as Josephine Baker.”

Edith quick-stepped across the stage. She did the Charleston. The crowded roared their approval. Able slipped a ribbon over her head. A gold colored, plastic medallion hanging on the blue ribbon stated that she was ‘The Winner!’. Edith blew kisses to the audience.

Mike caught up with Megan. He grabbed the horse’s reins and led it back to the barn. He said, “You were great. I thought you’d win.”

She laughed and said, “Edith deserved it. She’s a great dancer.”

They arrived at the paddock. He said, “Dismount and I’ll put the horse in the coral.”

“Help me?”

“Sure.”

He supported her as she got off the horse. She purposely pressed her body against his as she went to the ground. Her soft body slid against his hard body. When her feet touched the ground, she stayed close to him. She hugged and kissed him.

It was a hungry kiss. They wrapped their arms around the other and kissed passionately. He got hard. His erection forced its way between their naked bodies. She could feel her sex getting slippery and her sensitive nose caught a whiff of her scent. She ground her hips into his and liked the way it felt.

When the kiss broke, she looked deep into his eyes, and said, “I like you. All I ask is that you be honest with me.”

“Okay.”

She stepped back and allowed him to deal with the horse. He took off the saddle and released the animal into a corral. He carried the saddle into the barn and put it away. She followed and slipped up behind him. She wrapped her arms around him, put her lips to his ear, and whispered, “My mother slid her body against yours. Was it nice?”

“It was a surprise. She fell. It all happened so quickly . . . ”

She interrupted him and demanded, “Answer the question. Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

She tugged on his right arm, guiding him to turn, and to face her. She grabbed his right hand and put it on her breast. She said, “I have never kissed a guy who has seen my mother naked or who has held her breast in his hand. Tell me what her boob felt like.”

He thought he understood the game she was playing. She wanted the truth. He would give her the truth. He squeezed her tit and said, “It was great. Boobs are great. Her breast is bigger and softer than yours.”

The young woman’s nipple was erect and pressed into his palm. He caressed her breast and ran his fingertips lightly over her nipple. She gasped, “Oh.”

He gently played with her nipple and tit and said, “Her nipple is larger and darker than yours.” He tweaked her nub causing her to groan. “Oh!”

She slipped her hand between their bodies and grabbed his hard dick and said, “Your mother has seen your dick often.”

“Yes.”

“She has seen it when it is like this, big and hard.”

“Yes. Guys, even nudist men, get erections. She has seen my spontaneous erections.”

She stroked his hardness and said, “She told me she grooms you and has touched it.”

“Yes. Ohh,” he moaned. He closed his eyes and focused on her hand pleasuring his cock and groaned again, “Mmmm.” then he took a deep breath and said, “She touches me to move my penis out of her way when she waxes my pubic hair. Sometimes I’m hard. Sometimes I’m soft.”

“I like it hard so I can do this.” She spat on her hand and beat him off.

“Ahh. Ooohh,” he groaned.

She stopped. She looked down at his dick, gripped his shaft, and squeezed it. “My! What a nice dick you have. How big is it?”

“Seven and a half inches long.”

“It’s thick too. For me, it’s all about the girth.” She looked him in the eye and smiled. Then, she kissed him hard on the lips. Their teeth bumped.

After a long kiss with a lot of tongue action. She stopped and dropped to her knees. His dick was in her face. She nuzzled her cheek against it and said, “I’ve never seen my mother’s face in a man’s groin before. Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“If she’d had stayed there longer, would you have gotten hard like this?”

“Yes.”

She opened her mouth and took the bulbous head of his penis into her mouth. She caressed the spongy tip with her tongue. He shuddered and moaned, “Oh! God!”

She spat him out. His prick banged against her chin, lips, and cheeks as she moved her head about. Then she said, “Did you wish she’d done that?”

“No. She fell. Honestly, I was worried that she was hurt.”

“Would you like my mother to suck your cock?”

“No. You. Only you!” there was more than a hint of desperation in his voice.

“Good answer.” She took his cock back into her mouth and for forty-five seconds blew him.

“Oh! Nice!”

She stopped and said, “If I let you, would you give me a facial or a pearl necklace?”

“That’s not my thing.”

“Oh, it’s not,” she said as she stood up. “What’s your thing?”

“Fucking. I’d like to bury my cock deep inside you.”

“I see,” she said. She was up against him. Her belly and tits pressed against his hard, muscular body. She looked in one eye and then the other. She took his hand and brought it to her labia and said, “You know, your mother touched me here. She touched my pussy, pulled on my lips, and her fingertips dipped inside me as she rubbed oil and lotion on me.”

His fingertip slipped inside her because she was very wet.

“I liked it. She has a gentle touch.”

“Enough teasing!” he shouted. He grabbed her, turned her around, and bent her over the saddle. Her stomach rested on the smooth, worn leather as he forced her to bend over. He grabbed his hard aching cock and pushed it against her sex. He moved it around her lips spreading her moisture everywhere.

“Oh!” he gasped.

“OH!” she cried when he roughly brushed the head of his dick over her clit.

“Enough with the games. Yes, I’ve seen my mother, your mother, my grandmother too, naked, and they have seen me nude. I’ve touched my mother’s pussy and she has touched my dick. I’ve held your mother’s tit and her cheek has brushed my cock. What of it?

“The question is,” He paused, tapped his dick against her cunt, and said, “Do you want it? Do you want me to shove my hard cock into your oh so wet pussy?”

“Yes. YES!” Her body was shaking with anticipation. “Do it!, she commanded. “Take me,” she begged.

He pressed forward and penetrated her.

“Ahhh,” he cried as his manhood slipped inside her warm tunnel.

“Yes! Oh! Yes!” she groaned.

He pushed forward. She pushed her hips back. He slid into to the hilt.

“Ohhh. You’re stretching me. Filling me! Mmmmm.”

Then, they fucked. It was animalistic. Primal.

He pounded her for teasing and taunting him. Soon, they were covered with sweat and breathing hard. Two minutes in, she orgasmed.

“Oh. Oh! Ohhh!” she cried out when a little climax surprised her.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down and let her enjoy it. He fucked her sweet hole more forcefully. He drove her to higher heights. Minutes later, a larger orgasm swelled within her.

“Oh, Mike. Oh, God! Oh. Ohh! Ohhh!” she hollered. Her body went into a full spasm this time. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her pussy clamped down on his penis.

“Ah. Oh! Ohhh!” he groaned as his dick exploded. He jabbed all seven and a half inches deep inside her and splattered his cum against her cervix. His body slumped over hers.

A quiet stillness enveloped them as feelings of wondrous pleasure filled their bodies. Time stood still.

When she could speak she mumbled, “Hot. Too hot.” She reached back and pushed ineffectually against his body.
He got the message and rolled off her. They gasped for air.

A minute later they heard Cyne say with a smirk, “There they are. We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

The lovers turned to see their mothers standing in the doorway of the barn with their arms crossed and knowing, smug looks on their faces. The mothers saw the orgasmic glow on their children’s faces and the sheen on their genitalia caused by their combined fluids.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Trisha said.

Cyne said, “They look better than okay. They’re glowing.”

The older women laughed. The kids blushed.

^^^

That night, Mike went home with Cyne and Megan.

“We’re going to take a shower,” Megan announced.

“I’m off to bed,” Cyne said.

Megan giggled and said, “We’ll be there soon.”

Her mother shook her head, laughed and went to her room.

“Come on. Let’s get cleaned up,” Megan said. She grabbed her partner’s hand and led him to the bathroom.

He said, “So we can get dirty again?”

“Yes!”

They shared a laugh, stripped, and got into the shower. They cleaned up quickly and then, the shower became a grope-fest. They giggled, laughed, kissed, played grab ass, caressed, and enjoyed each other’s young, toned body.

They exited the shower and dried themselves quickly. “Take me to my bed!” she demanded.

Mike scooped her up in his arms and carried her out. She was naked and happy and laughing. He too was in high spirits. He was also as hard as a rock. On their way to her bedroom, they passed her mother. She was wearing a simple cotton nightgown.

Cyne said, “Oh. Sorry. I was just going to the kitchen to get a glass of water.” She took in the whole picture included his large, hard cock. “Good for you, Megan,” she thought as she watched the young, horny, happy couple go passed her.

Mike carried his girl into her bedroom, he kicked the door close, and deposited her on the bed. Then, he climbed in beside her and they kissed.

She crawled on top of him, closed her eyes, and kissed him again. Passionately. He embraced her and returned the kiss with equal fervor. They kissed many times. Deep, hungry kisses. Their tongues explored the other’s mouth. His hands rubbed her back and groped her ass. He was hard. She was wet. Again.

He rolled her over. He ground his hard cock against her pubis. They both moaned. His mouth found her pert breasts. Their small size was not an issue. He delighted in them. His hand, fingers, lips, and tongue explored them and caused her to grow wetter and moan often.

He pulled off and said, “I have to taste you.”

Her face turned red at the suggestion that he’d enjoy eating her pussy. He quickly was between her legs. He lashed her sex with his tongue and probed her cavity with eager fingers.

“Oh!” she moaned.

“Mmmmm,” he answered assuring her that he loved the smell, taste, and texture of her pussy.

After thoroughly exploring her vagina, he focused on bringing her pleasure. He alternated sucking on her nub and flicking it with his tongue.

“Yes. Oh! Yes.” she rejoiced. Her hips rolled into him as her excitement built.

He judged that she was close to climaxing by the volume and frequency of her groans. He was determined to get her off. He inserted a finger into her pussy. He swirled it against the sides of her vagina. Then, he extracted it, and while sucking hard on her clit, he jammed that slick finger up her ass.

“OH! Fuck!” she cried. The unexpected invasion pushed her over the edge. She came. Big time.

Her torso lurched off her bed and then, slowly sunk down. Mike left his finger in her butt. He smiled and felt her asshole clench and grab his digit. As time passed, the intensity of her spasms decreased.

She wiped her brow and said, “Wow! That was a good one. Ahh. Ahh. You can take your finger out of my butt.”

He extracted it and looked at her as he smiled like a Cheshire cat. She saw his big smile and felt forced to respond. She blushed and said, “You did good. An unexpected finger in the bum can be a good thing.”

He continued to smile and stare at her. She fidgeted and said, “Okay. A great thing.”

She sat up, pushed him on his back, straddled his hips and said, “I don’t like having to justify my likes and dislikes.”

“Who says you have too. We like what we like. Do you remember what I like?”

She grinned, lifted off him, and said, “Something about burying your cock deep.”

She grabbed his dick, put it at her opening, and slid down his long pole.

“Ahhh,” he groaned.

“Ohhh!” she moaned as he spread her flesh.

She pressed herself down and said, “Mmm. I want it all.” She forced her body to take all of his long, thick cock. She stayed down fully impaled. “Wow! You’re thick!”

“And you’re tight!”

She laughed and said,”We’re a perfect match.”

She ground her clit into him and exclaimed, “Oh!”

He reached up and caressed her breasts. His thumbs and index fingers latched on to her erect nipples. He gave them a gentle tug.

“Oh,” she crooned.

He pinched her nipples and pulled harder. That caused her to grit her teeth. She hissed and said, “Bastard!”

He rubbed her aching nipples and said, “I noticed you didn’t say stop.” He pinched them again.

“Ohh!”

She took a deep breath and released it slowly. She said, “I admit I like rough nipple play. It hurts in a good way. Now, let’s fuck.”

She put her hands on his chest and began rocking up and down on his cock. She groaned, “Mmm.”

Mike responded. He drove his fat cock into her tight hole and sighed, “Ohh.”

He sat up, kissed her lips, and sucked on her little breasts as she rolled her hips and rode him.

“Oh. Oh. Oh,” she groaned on every down stroke.

Mike dropped down onto his back and they screwed. Her face and chest flushed red as her excitement level built.

She cried out loudly, “Oh. Oh! Ohhhhh.” Her body froze and her breathing stopped as a big, beautiful orgasm overwhelmed her body.

Mike was relieved that she had cum because he was having trouble holding back. He grunted, “Uhh!” and shoved his cock in deep. His dick exploded. He continued to jab it into her in rhythm with his spurts. He cried out, “Oh. Oh. Oh.” until his cum was spent.

The two of them felt exhausted. She lay down on top of him. They didn’t speak. They concentrated on breathing and the intense pleasure they were experiencing. She crawled off him. They fell asleep in the bed.

^^^

Megan woke. Sunlight was streaming into her bedroom. It struck her in the eye and made her frown. She felt a very large penis pressing against her ass. That made her smile. She turned and faced her bedmate and said, “Morning!”

Her movement woke Mike. His eyes opened slowly. He groaned, “Ah. Why did you wake me?”

His eyes opened fully. He stared into the face inches away from his. She was smiling brightly.

“Ugh. Are you one of those chipper morning people?” he asked.

“Not usually, but I had a wonderful night’s sleep. I was so calm and relaxed. I think you had something to do with that,” she said with a giggle. She slid down and put his dick in her mouth. She sucked and tongued it.

“Oh!” he groaned.

She pulled off and chastised him. “You lazy boy. You didn’t clean up from last night. I can taste myself.”

Concerned, he asked, “Is that a problem? I can go wash.”

She licked his dick like a Lollipop and said, “Nope. Because, as you know, my pussy is delicious.”

She got busy and gave him a serious blowjob. She had him moaning and complimenting her.

“Oh, Babe! This is fantastic. I’m going to cum,” he announced.

“Argh!” he shouted as sperm flew into her mouth. The proud girl sucked and swallowed his load.

There was a knock on the door. Cyne announced, “Breakfast in five minutes.”

“Okay, Mom.” Megan climbed out of bed and said to Mike, “I get to use the toilet first.”

She had a half bath off her bedroom. They took turns peeing and shared a toothbrush and a hairbrush. Her long, blond hair shined when she was through brushing it.

Megan tossed him his boxers and said, “Put this on. It was fun being naked yesterday. But I don’t think my mother will be okay with us being naked at breakfast.” She slipped on the nightgown she didn’t wear last night.

They went into the kitchen. Coffee and pancakes were on the table. Megan sat in her usual spot facing the refrigerator. Her mother’s chair was to her left near the sink.

“Sit there,” she said putting Mike on her right opposite her mother’s chair.

Cyne was in the pantry rummaging through the shelves. “There you are,” she said talking to herself out loud. She stepping into the kitchen brandishing a jar of preserves and said, “I knew I had some strawberries.”

She stopped suddenly. Mike and Megan’s jaws dropped because Cyne was naked. They saw her hairless cunt, bouncing breasts, and large, hard, brown nipples.

“Oh!” Cyne cried out in distress. “I thought since Mike is a nudist and we all enjoyed being without clothes yesterday that we’d continue. Oh, God. This is embarrassing.”

“Mom, this is great,” Megan said. She popped out of her chair. “I was hoping we could be naked. It’s so freeing.” She wiped off her gown. She hadn’t worn any undergarments, so she was nude. Her perky breasts sat high on her chest. Her pink nips were smaller than her mother’s but just as erect.

“So I’ve converted you?” Mike said laughing. He stood, removed his underwear, and sat back down. To put everyone at ease, he ignored the fact everyone was naked. In an even tone, he said, “Breakfast looks delicious. Those strawberries will be great with the pancakes.”

Everyone sat, ate, and had a normal conversation. After breakfast, Mike said,”Thank you for the meal. Let me clear the table.”

Megan smiled. She liked that he was so courteous. Cyne stood and sat, “Thank you for the offer, but I ran the dishwater last night. I need to empty it first.”

“Okay, but only if I can make dinner for both of you tonight.”

Megan said, “You mean like a date?”

“Yes.”

Cyne smiled and said, “Good-looking, polite, and he can cook. That’s the kind of guy my daughter deserves.” The college kids blushed. She had managed to embarrass both of them.

She got up and went to the dishwasher. It was behind her located next to the sink. She opened the unit, pulled out a wire rack, removed the glasses, and put them in the cupboard.

While she worked. The young folks talked about Mike’s cooking prowess.

Cyne pulled out the lower rack where the bowls, plates, and the silverware baskets were. She made quick work of the bowls and plates. She bent over and showed her ass to Mike as she dealt with the cutlery. Mike noticed.

Cyne bent over at the waist not realizing she was showing him everything. She held that revealing position a long time. Mike’s first look was a quick glance, but as she stayed there shifting her weight and showing him the goods. He began to stare and study her round bottom, her thick-lipped sex, and the crinkled asshole.

Megan didn’t realize her mother was exposing herself. She was looking the other way toward Mike. However, when Mike’s answers became delayed and his eyes were not on her, she followed his gaze and saw her mom showing her stuff like a stripper in a nudie club.

Megan glanced at her mother and then Mike. He was memorized. She laughed and said, “Mom, you have a scrumptious ass and you are displaying it and all your bits by bending over like that. Oh my God! You’ve given my boyfriend an erection.”

“What?” Cyne said. She stood and turned toward the kitchen table.

“We had an unobstructed view of your vagina while you gathered the forks and spoons.”

“Oh, God! I’m sorry. I’m embarrassed,” she said.

“The fault is mine,” Mike said. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have stared.”

“How could you not?” Megan asked and laughed. “She practically had her ass in your face!”

Cyne’s face turned red. She babbled, “Sorry. To make sure the flatware gets clean, they tell you to mix the cutlery. Put some up. Some down. And to mix the spoons, forks, and knives together so they don’t nest.

“I admit I’m anal. I like to gather all the knives, then the forks, and lastly, the spoons. It’s easier to put them away in the drawer when they’re separated.”

“We know your anal, Mom,” Megan said and laughed. “We got a good look at your anal opening and pussy!” She got up, hugged her mother, and said, “It’s okay. These things happen. Don’t worry. I know how to fix it.”

Then she went over to Mike and held out her hand. She said, “Stand up. It’s back to the bedroom for us. I’ll ride you all morning if that’s what it takes to get rid of your erection.”

He smiled, stood, showed his huge hard-on to the mother and her daughter, and said, “I like the way you think.”

Hand in hand, they returned to the bedroom.