“I love how responsible you are with the transmitter and how you haven’t gone power crazy. I love how caring you are and although I think she’s an ungrateful bitch, I love that you came down here to help Nicole.” She tightens her arms around me and is caressing my back. “You’re the man I’ve always hoped I’d find,” she sighs, squeezing me tightly.
Damn! What do you say to that? I’m nearly choked up as I try to think of an appropriate response. I love you too doesn’t seem to be enough. I pull back my head and look in my sister’s eyes but before I can speak she puts her finger to my lips.
“Shhh…” she says, shaking her head, “don’t say anything. I know you love me so don’t try to reply just now,” she smiles. “Pick your moment, sometime when I don’t expect it, like I just did, and then tell me how you feel.”
I comply by pressing my lips to hers and sliding my tongue into her warm mouth. I explore her mouth like she did mine, staking out my own claim and communicating my reciprocal feelings. I dissolve back into a Zen-like state of bliss as my chest absorbs the gentle rising and falling of my sister’s breasts and her hot pussy conforming itself around my stiff cock.
“You kids need nourishment,” Mom says, slapping my ass and abruptly breaking the spell. I blink my eyes as I pull my tongue from my sister’s mouth.
“Wait!” Susan says as I raise myself up on my elbows and start to pull out. “A few more minutes,” she pleads. “We’ll be there in a minute Mom!” she calls over my shoulder. I settle back down on top of her, planting kisses on her neck all the way around behind her ears.
“Tonight, it’s just you and me,” I tell her between kisses. “Okay?” I stare into her eyes.
“I’d like that,” she smiles.
“Then, I guess Mom’s right… we’d better get some nourishment.” I peck her cheek and lean up, deflating my cock as I slide it out of her battered pussy. “I hope you’re recovered by tonight,” I whisper as I help her to her feet.
“You just worry about keeping up with me,” she answers, giving my limp cock a little tug as she walks over to the table.
Mom and Maggie are sitting at the table eating the sandwiches Mom made earlier. As Susan and I take our seats across from each other, I can’t help but laugh at what a bizarre looking group we are, sitting here naked, eating sandwiches like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“What’s so funny?” Mom asks. I look from her tits to Maggie’s and finally at Susan’s before I answer.
“No one else finds this weird?” I ask, completely amazed at how the transmitter has affected our concept of what’s normal, “just sitting around the table naked?”
“I like it,” Susan says, smiling as she takes a bite of her turkey sandwich.
“Me, too.” Maggie chimes in enthusiastically. “Didn’t you ever want to just be naked all the time?” she asks, looking around the table at each one of us. “Sometimes when no one’s home, I just take off my clothes and spend the day naked; doing laundry, mopping the floor, watching TV. I find it exhilarating, but this is even better. After dinner, I think we should play a board game or do something else completely non-sexual, but stay naked. What do you think?” she asks, looking at Mom.
“Are you complaining?” Mom asks me, tilting her head questioningly in my direction before taking another bite of her sandwich.
“Hell no!” I blurt out. “You asked me what was funny and I’m just answering. I like Maggie’s idea.” All three women smile their agreement and we eat quietly for a few minutes.
The silence is broken by a loud thunderclap and we all nearly jump out of our skin. I look around the table and I’m treated to the erotic site of synchronized breast bouncing. All three pairs of tits are jiggling up and down in unison. We make eye contact and can’t help but laugh out loud. The lights flicker but stay on and Mom gets up to find the flashlights and candles. More thunder, flashes of lightning and the sound of rain beating on the windows provide an enticing backdrop for an evening of debauchery.
Returning from the kitchen, Mom brings two candle holders and a couple of flashlights. Putting the flashlights on the counter, she places one candle holder near her place setting and then walks around the table to place one between Maggie and I. Standing next to me, she leans across to set the candle holder down and I can’t resist caressing her firm round ass cheeks. She smiles over her shoulder at me and takes her time adjusting the candle.
“What game are we going to play?” Maggie asks, running her hand over Mom’s other ass cheek. Before any of us can answer there is an urgent knock on the front door.
“Who could that be?” Mom asks. We look at each other and shrug.
“You didn’t invite anyone did you, Nick?” Maggie asks with raised eyebrows, probably recalling our fun with Carl and Carolyn during my last visit.
“Not me,” I answer, raising my hands with my palms facing out. “I don’t know who it is.”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Susan says, pushing her chair back. We all stare as she walks to the door and looks through the peephole. “It’s Nicole!” she announces, unlocking the deadbolt.
“Don’t let her in!” Maggie calls.
“Why not?” Susan has the deadbolt disengaged and is reaching for the doorknob. “Who here hasn’t she seen naked?” Susan asks, mischievously.
“Me!” Mom yells but Susan just shrugs and opens the door about eight inches.
“Hi Nicole, what’s up?” Susan asks nonchalantly, peering around the door. Nicole bursts through the door, pushing Susan back, and stands in the foyer, dripping wet. Her hair is plastered to her head and she runs her fingers through it before focusing on our naked group sitting at the table.
“What the…?” She stammers, jerking her head around and staring at Susan’s naked body less than a foot behind her.
“Nicole…” Maggie says, trying to sound calm. “What are you doing here?”
“You did this with the transmitter, didn’t you!” Nicole yells at me, ignoring her mother as she steps closer to the table. Her scoop-neck blouse is soaking wet making the white material almost transparent as it clings to the curves around her small tits. She’s obviously not wearing a bra. I shake my head and start to answer but my sister interrupts me.
“No transmitter, Nicole,” Susan steps from behind her. “Just four consenting adults enjoying each other’s company.” Susan smiles as she walks slowly around Nicole.
“What are you doing here?” Maggie repeats her question, remaining seated to use the table as a shield to her below-the-waist nakedness. Mom is fidgeting in her chair and trying to look inconspicuous as she folds her arms across her chest.
“The… um… power… went… off… so…” Nicole is stammering as she looks at each of us in turn. “I can’t fucking believe this!” she blurts out, waving her arms in the air and turning towards the door.
“Wait a minute. You and I need to talk,” Susan says, taking Nicole by the elbow and directing her towards the bedroom. Nicole jerks her arm away and stares at Susan, her eyes jumping all over my sister’s naked body.