Ah. So Cara didn’t know about Jay. Or didn’t know about Dawn. Or didn’t know that Dawn was my niece. Or all three of these. This would be interesting.
“So… is it okay if I put the platter back on the table? I’m kind of freezing my goodies off here.”
Cara made a point of looking me straight in the eyes as she said, “Yes, of course.” I kept eye contact with her as I sat the platter onto the table. She kept it up for five seconds, then her eyes flicked down to my crotch. And lingered there. As usual, the attention made my cock start to grow again. Cara said, “Oh, my.”
Mary Beth snickered.
“Okay, it doesn’t happen very often, but I’m getting embarrassed here,” I said. “Either you two ladies get naked or I’m putting some pants on.”
Mary Beth looked at me, then at her mom, then at me again, then stripped off her crop top and wiggled out of her shorts. Her gorgeous little body beckoned to me, and my cock got harder.
“Mary Beth!” Cara said.
“Yes?”
“Well… nothing, I suppose,” Cara said. Her gaze alternated between her nude daughter and my cock, which was now standing up and demanding attention. Mary Beth was looking at it longingly.
I took a deep breath. “I apologize, and I’m going to try to focus on making this damned thing go back down,” I said.
“Oh, no,” Cara said. “It’s beautiful. Don’t make it go down.”
“Mom!”
“What?”
“I don’t know, but shit, Mom!”
“Well, isn’t it beautiful?”
“Fine. Yes, it is. Now… are you going to get naked?”
Cara’s hand flew to her mouth. “What?”
“Johnny said he’s embarrassed and either he gets dressed or we get naked. So…”
Cara looked at us, her mouth hanging open. “I couldn’t,” she said.
“Why, Mom?”
“Because… I just couldn’t!”
“I’ve seen you naked, right?”
“Yes, but…”
“Are you afraid Johnny will rape you?”
“Of course not,” Cara said.
“So you’re afraid of him seeing your body.”
“I’m not afraid,” Cara said. “I just wasn’t raised that way.”
“Listen,” I said.
“Hush,” Mary Beth said. I hushed.
Silence. Then, Cara said, “I would. But I’m ashamed.”
“Of what?” I said.
“Of my body. You are a gorgeous hunk of man, all tan and muscles and hard cock.” She blushed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”
“It’s true, though,” Mary Beth said.
“And my daughter is gorgeous, too. I’m ashamed to be next to you two.”
I stood up, keenly aware that this put my erection approximately at Cara’s mouth level. I took one of her hands and she stood up, too.
“Allow me the privilege?” I said.
Cara closed her eyes. “Okay,” she said after a while.
I looked at Mary Beth, who just looked back at me. Then I slowly unbuttoned Cara’s blouse, ready to stop if she said to. She didn’t say anything, though; she just stood with her eyes squeezed shut. The blouse came off revealing a lacy white bra and a surprisingly firm tummy. I had been wrong in my initial assessment: Cara wasn’t plump, she was voluptuous. With curves in all the right places. I moved a little closer to access the rear zipper on her pants, and accidently brought my cock in contact with her hand. She gasped.
“Sorry,” I said, scootching back as her pants fell to the ground.
“It’s okay,” she said, and moved towards me until my erection once again touched her hand.
Mary Beth snickered again. “This could get complicated,” she said.
“This is totally non-sexual,” I said, as I removed Cara’s bra. Her magnificent large breasts spilled out and stood proudly in the sun. Cara moaned and her hand wrapped around my cock.
“So I see,” Mary Beth said.
I froze. “Cara, you are beautiful. But I’m your daughter’s boyfriend.”
“I don’t mind,” Mary Beth said.
“You’re not helping,” I said.
“I’m just playing,” Cara said, her eyes still closed. Her hand hadn’t moved.
I bent at the knees and moved my hands down to remove her pants and panties. My eyes took in her large, firm breasts and hard nipples as I descended. She bent with me and kept her hand on my erection as I lowered her panties to the ground. Unlike my girls, who were bald down there, Cara had a well-trimmed patch of red that matched the hair on her head. Mary Beth was, as far as I knew, a natural brunette. I’d have to ask her about that.
Cara stepped out of her pants as I stood back up and she stood with me, still holding my cock in her hand, her eyes squeezed shut.
“Okay,” I said. “Now you’re naked. And you are beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed of, okay?”
Silence. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me.
“Thank you. And… I’m a little ashamed that I’m holding your cock in my hand. It was kind of involuntary.”
But she didn’t let go.
“That’s okay. Think of it as an ice breaker. Like this,” I said, and I reached forward and cupped one of her tits, and she gasped.
“Oh, that feels good,” she said, and stroked my cock. “It’s been so long.”
I looked at Mary Beth. She was giving me, “Come on, get on with it” sign language, like she wanted me to have sex with her mother.
If I did anything wrong in the next few minutes, it might cause a lot of grief for a number of people. I stepped forward and hugged Cara hard. Her hand was still wrapped around my cock, which was now sandwiched between us. I stroked her back and kissed her neck and she let go of me and then wrapped her arms around me and started to cry. Big time. Big, wracking sobs. I just held onto her as she let it all go. Mary Beth stood up and moved in to hug us both.
“I’m… so… sorry,” Cara said.
“Nothing to apologize for,” I said.
“I don’t know what got into me. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to feel a man. And there you were. I’m so sorry, Mary Beth.”
“It’s no problem, Mom,” Mary Beth said. “Feel him as much as you want. Johnny’s body is one of the perks of living here.”