But, Jeff was not provided much time to admire them as Patsy leaned over his face to position one of them, particularly one of the very stiff, erect nipples, at Jeff's lips, as she continued to softly stroke his cock. Gloria as well fondled his balls, and Sara licked and lapped at the tip of his cock like it was the most tastiest ice cream she had ever experienced.
Jeff at first tried to take Patsy's entire boob into his mouth, which was of course absurd but it was worth at least the effort and then barring that impossibility he shifted to just nibbling and suckling on her extended nipple as he basked in the so very intensely delightful stimulation being provided to his cock and balls by three girls at the same time. It was unclear which provided the most pleasure. Gloria was softly caressing and fondling his balls, Patsy was continuing her slow, sensual pace of gently stroking his cock just with her thumb and fingers, sliding her fingers just enough along his dick to bring his foreskin on and off the crown, and whenever the foreskin came off, it was met by the soft, tickling, lapping tongue of Sara. He couldn't really decide which was best; the entire package was really so agonizingly wonderful. This was a sultan's pleasure he was unlikely ever to experience again, nor even for long, as he could feel his balls now throbbing, getting ready to burst forth his load.
Sara perhaps sensed the impending explosion and she suggested, "Mary, get the tray of cookies."
Mary was glad to have something to do. A part of her wanted to join her friends. It was clear that they were having a considerable amount of fun but she just didn't have the nerve, or perhaps it was sound judgment. She wasn't sure which. She got off the bed and strolled over to her desk to retrieve the cookies, keeping her eyes though trained on her brother's cock, or at least as best she could with it so surrounded by the fingers, tongue, and bodies of her three friends.
Patsy in particular was really enjoying it, feeling Jeff's big manly hard cock in her fingers, giving him such a very slow and sensual masturbation. She couldn't really say it was jerking him off, or even a hand-job, as it was just her fingers and it was so sensually steady and slow. It was almost like foreplay to a real hand-job, and she so much enjoyed foreplay. Plus, at the same time, he was nibbling and suckling on her nipple, her breast pressed into his face. She so much enjoyed having her nipples pinched and sucked. "Mmmmmmmm," she softly moaned as she felt the boy's dick twitch in her fingers.
"Hurry, Mary!" Sara warned, seeing Jeff's plum swelling even further, like a balloon getting ready to explode.
Mary grabbed the tray and brought it over to the head of the bed, squeezing in beside Sara toward the headboard, where she now had a good view of her brother sucking on Patsy's tit. She felt a strong urge to squeeze her own breasts. She did at least squeeze her thighs together.
Jeff's dick suddenly lurched in Patsy's fingers and a big globby wad of white, thick cum squirted out like a hose had suddenly came unstuck and cum splatted against Sara's nose and lips.
"Yikes!" Sara squealed and pulled away.
There were still a lot of cookies left. It wasn't that the girls were reluctant to eat them because of their calories. Oreo cookies are really quite fattening. It's just that they went so much better with milk, particularly if you dunked them, and Mary knew what Sara had in mind. She quickly slipped the tray of cookies onto her brother's chest as Sara pulled her face and head away from any further assault.
Patsy changed from sensually frigging Jeff with her thumb and fingers to fully grasping his shaft with her fist. She now jerked, pounded, and fisted his cock to give it maximal pressure and stimulation during its climactic explosion; and Gloria switched from fondling and caressing his balls to softly squeezing them, trying to help pump out more and more cum like she would with a turkey baster.
And, despite having cum earlier that evening, Jeff still had quite a bit remaining, or at least had produced quite a bit more. Sara and Gloria watched with glee as he repeatedly squirted, sprayed, and spurted globs and ropes of white creamy cum all along the dark cookies. Mary kept moving the tray so that he would cover as many as possible with his manly gism glaze. Only Patsy wasn't watching, as she was enjoying too much the sensation of Jeff sucking and suckling now so intensely on her tit as his body was wracked with his climax.
Jeff couldn't see but he could tell that the serving tray had been placed on his chest. He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that, but he wasn't really thinking about anything, being entirely absorbed by the pure bliss of a very delightfully fulfilling and all-consuming orgasm, accompanied by his balls being so gently squeezed by Gloria, his cock furiously pumped by Patsy, and his mouth treated with her so very wonderfully big teat. It was really quite an exceptional evening for him, and not at all clear which was better: his mother or these girls. Clearly both had their own special unique charms.
Sara grinned as she saw the cookies being sprayed with Jeff's milky white cream. They might not have glasses of milk in which to dunk them, but they did clearly have the next best thing. She licked her lips in anticipation, bringing to her tongue and into her mouth a bit of the glob of cum that Jeff had directly applied to her lips and nose.
When he appeared to be finished Patsy pulled her breast away, and squeezed out the remaining cum from his cock, milking his dick like an udder to get the very last drops of cream onto a cookie.
Jeff was panting with bliss and exhaustion, his chest heaving, the tray of cookies rising and falling.
Sara reached out and tried one. "Not bad," she said.
They all in fact had a taste. Well, Jeff didn't, and Gloria's faced flushed with embarrassment as she tried hers. Even Mary tried one, although denying that it was one with any cum icing actually on it, but everyone knew she was lying. Patsy though liked the icing the most. She had two of them, first licking off the cream.
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Jeff was exhausted, as well as a bit hungry. He had expended quite a bit of energy this evening, or at least it felt that way. He had not actually done much himself. It was more like having things done to him, but he was feeling pretty spent nevertheless. Still, he wasn't about to have any of the cookies. Once everyone had recovered their composure Mary sent him away. Patsy would have liked him to stay longer, but the girls had been planning on going out anyway, and Mary was feeling a little agitated and confused by everything that had happened so far. It was time perhaps to take a step back.
Jeff went to the kitchen for an evening snack. It was really quite strange to walk through the house naked. He had done this once when he was home alone. That had been kind of fun, sitting in various chairs naked, going through the refrigerator naked, even walking past the living room bay window naked, sporting a rather stout erection.
He walked past the family room, peeking in as he went by. Only his father was in there, watching television and reading a book. His dad liked to do that, read and watch TV at the same time. Jeff didn't really understand that, but parents can be a mystery.
Jeff proceeded to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and felt a blast of cold air wash over his penis, causing it to shrink even a bit further, crawling back into its foreskin. Well, it clearly needed the rest. He pulled out some left-over chicken and pumpkin pie, poured himself a glass of milk and sat down at the kitchen table to have a snack.
As he ate he thought about the evening so far. Participating in The Program hadn't turned out to be nearly as bad as he feared. In fact, it had obviously been rather fun, to say the least. He had heard that the participants at Abberville College typically felt quite good about it when it was all done. Jeff didn't appreciate how Mary had made fun of him, but he had to admit that his time with her friends was more than just fun. His exhausted penis even twitched as he thought about that. Plus, the time with his mother was pretty darned good as well, and in some respects better. He was feeling really better about his mother, and certainly felt much closer to her.
"Hello, son," Mr. Anderson said as he entered the kitchen to get himself a snack as well. "Leave any for me?"
"Oh, hi dad," Jeff replied, momentarily forgetting that he was naked.
"You know, son," his father admonished as he poured a glass of milk for himself, "you're not supposed to be alone for any significant period of time."
"Oh, yea, I know," he replied. "I was just getting a snack. I was going to join you and mom when I'm done."
"Your mother is in her sewing room." Father had his books, and mother had her sewing.
"Oh, okay," Jeff replied. Growing up he had sat in the kitchen with his father many times, sharing a snack while the ladies of the house were off somewhere. But, it was a bit odd to be doing so now without any clothes.
"Well, I'll just join you for a snack and then that way you won't be violating any rules. How about that?" "Yea, sure dad, that would be great."
"Excellent," he replied and sat down across from him.
Technically, Jeff was not supposed to sit or stand in any way that would effectively hide his genitals from view. But, his dad wasn't particularly interested in seeing them, perhaps especially while he was eating. And, besides, he knew the boy was probably having a pretty difficult evening, having to present his naked body to his sister and her friends. A little time away from all the stress and pressure of The Program is not a terrible thing.
In fact, the two of them had a pretty long and nice heart-to-heart talk. His father explained to Jeff why they were so concerned, how the time spent in college can have such an important impact on the rest of one's life, and how he and his mother both had only his best interests at heart.
Mr. Anderson felt pretty good about the talk once it was over, as did Jeff. Jeff even offered to clean the table and wash the dishes, glasses, and silverware. Jeff normally did not make such a spontaneous offer and Mr. Anderson was quite pleased, if not impressed. He knew it could just be because Jeff wanted to put off the remaining part of the evening. It was still too early to go to bed and he would have to spend the rest of this time with either him, or his mother, and he would no longer be hiding himself, or that part of himself.
As they washed, dried, and put away the dishes, Jeff pondered what to do next. Who to sit with? Jeff had enjoyed his extended talk with his father, but sitting around naked with him while he watches TV or reads was pretty boring. He never cared for the shows his dad watched, the family room can be a bit drafty and, well, frankly, it just seemed a little gay to sit around the house naked with his father, not that there was anything wrong with that. It just made him feel uncomfortable. Of course, sitting naked with your mother can make a guy feel pretty darned uncomfortable too, although maybe not after she jerked you off earlier that evening. Actually, maybe it would make you feel even more uncomfortable, depending upon how you felt about these sorts of things. But, Jeff had actually felt pretty darned good about it.
Mr. Anderson suggested, "Jeff, do me a favor, son, and spend some time with your mother. I know you'd rather watch TV but it would mean a lot to her if you spent at least some quality time with her."
Jeff quickly agreed. "Yea, sure, dad. I'd be happy to."
Mr. Anderson smiled. He didn't even get a complaint or protest, let alone argument. In fact, Jeffrey seemed quite enthusiastic about it. Could The Program be working this quickly?
Jeff took off for the sewing room.
The sewing room was down the hall, near the stairs and next to the parents' bedroom. Mrs. Anderson was at the sewing machine, darning some socks. It seemed to her that not too many mothers these days sewed, let alone mended clothes, let alone darned socks. Mrs. Anderson was unorthodox and broad-minded in many ways (her membership in The Enthusiasts Club was rather telling), but in others she was really quite traditional, perhaps even old-fashioned. She didn't look at it that way though. She just felt that sometimes the old way should become the new way.
She looked up with surprise as Jeff entered the room. His nakedness was still a bit of a surprise, but what was even more surprising was that he was stopping by to visit her in the sewing room. "What brings you here?"
"I just came to sit with you, for awhile."
"Oh." She was a little taken aback by that. "Well, um, why don't you have a seat in that easy chair. Make yourself comfortable."
Making oneself comfortable when one's naked and the other person is clothed is not necessarily that easy, particularly when you're a guy and that other person is your mother. But, an easy chair is certainly quite comfortable, particularly when you're naked. He even sat cross-legged. He did have on socks, but this room seemed almost as drafty as the family room, although that perception could reflect the fact that he wasn't wearing any clothes. He reached down and shifted his balls a bit. He was kind of sitting on them. He caught his mother noticing the adjustment and he sheepishly looked away. It's always a little awkward when someone catches you correcting the place of your nuts in your pants, perhaps especially so when you're naked.
Mrs. Anderson though thought it was cute. In any case, Jeff hadn't sat with her in the sewing room for years. He was doing so now probably because she was the lesser of three evils but still, it was nice. She was though concerned about one thing. She looked at him a little disapprovingly and asked, "And why aren't you playing with your sister and her friends?"
"They decided to go out."
Mrs. Anderson sighed with disappointment. "That's a shame." She had been hoping that The Program would bring the family closer together, that her daughter would want to spend an evening with her brother. Instead, as usual, she took off with her friends. Well, she couldn't expect that its benefits would become immediately apparent. And, in any case, it was really nice having her son visit her like this, spending some quality time together
"Did you have fun with them?"
"Yea, sure, sure," he replied, hoping she wouldn't ask for any details. He changed the subject. "What are you doing?"
"Just mending some of your socks, and your father's."
"Oh." There was a bit of silence. His first reaction was, 'What's the point? How expensive are socks anyway?' But, giving it some thought he recognized not only how frugal that was, it was also really very considerate. It wasn't like he was doing any favors for her. "You know, you do a real good job at that."
She looked over at him and smiled appreciatively. A compliment? Well, that was nice, she thought.
They talked for quite some time, or at least it was appreciably longer than they had recently. Mrs. Anderson was really very pleased, appreciative, even grateful. She enjoyed their conversation very much.
Jeff was enjoying himself as well. Perhaps with his clothes off he felt less guarded, less defensive, and more open with his mother.
His mother though did push it a bit. "You know, I think the Emerson girl still has a little crush on you."
"Mother!" He really hated it when his mother tried to hook him up with some girl, or even when she commented on whom he was dating. But, he had to admit, Patsy Emerson did have some very, very nice qualities. He hadn't been interested in her when she was a younger girl. But, everything was definitely quite different now. He could feel a little churning within his testicles. He couldn't imagine getting a third erection in one evening. He realized that maybe he really did like this girl if she could awaken him now. She really did have a nice nipple, and he very much liked a girl's nipples.
"Well, I'm just saying. She is a very pretty girl."
"Mother, please."
"You don't think she's attractive?"
"Yes, she's attractive," he replied in a rather curt, dismissive manner. "She's very pretty."
Mrs. Anderson continued to darn, but also kept looking over at Jeff as she worked. "What about her do you find most attractive?"
He knew what he would like to say, what would be the most honest answer. "Her personality," and that wasn't it. "She's really a very considerate person." That definitely appeared to be the case though. She had been very generous and giving with her breasts and nipple.
Mrs. Anderson stopped for a second to look at her son in a more direct and sustained manner. "You know that's not what I meant." She smiled, "But, that is good answer. She is indeed a very considerate young lady. You know she wants to be a nurse someday."
"That's nice," Jeff replied, thinking how he had nursed on Patsy's nipple.
"But, let's get back to the point. What do you think is her prettiest quality?"
Jeff again thought of her breasts, and that wonderfully big nipple, and how tremendously delightful it was to suck on it. "Her eyes."
Mrs. Anderson giggled. She could tell that her son was still being evasive. She did enjoy teasing him. She had previously teased him about girls he was dating, but not specifically about sex, although perhaps she should have. He always seemed to find the subject to be rather uncomfortable, which indicated that he would indeed be ripe for teasing. But, as a mother, she had felt that if she did so she might only make him more uncomfortable. Overcoming such insecurity and self-consciousness though was a an explicit goal and direct benefit of The Program. "What are the color of her eyes?"
Jeff did not hesitate. "Green." Jeff did very much like green eyes. They just seemed so uniquely striking.
Mrs. Anderson was impressed. "Maybe you have some feelings for her as well?"
"Mother, c'mon."
"Yes, well, you must find her eyes to be really very pretty, as your little man is peeking out from beneath his coverlet."
Jeff immediately looked down. She was right. His "little man" had been provided with some rest, and now all this discussion, and contemplation, of Patsy's nipple was having an effect. His penis was again awakening. His heart raced. He so much wanted to cover himself up.
Mrs. Anderson corrected herself, "Actually, I shouldn't call him a little man. I know what a big, strong man he becomes, you know, when he gets all puffed up and excited."
It didn't help Jeff with his problem for his mother to talk about it, like that.
"I bet Patsy would be impressed by how big it is."
"C'mon mother, can't we talk about something else?"
"I'm just saying that you have nothing to be self-conscious about. He's a very handsome and impressive fellow, and you're going to make a girl very happy someday."
Mothers dish out compliments to their sons, and daughters, like it was their birthday pudding. It was difficult at times to tell whether one should really take them seriously. But, somehow, when it came to his penis, and its size, Jeff was not about to reject the compliment as being just another expression of a mother's love for her son. He even felt his face flush with embarrassed pride. "C'mon, mother, stop it," he said more softly, but this time with less urgency.
"Well, you may say to stop it but someone else seems to like it."
He looked down again, and it was evident that his penis was swelling further.
Mrs. Anderson added, "I don't know though if it's because of my compliment or you're still thinking about Patsy's eyes."
"Mom, I'm sorry. Let's just talk about something else and it'll go away."
"Now, son, an erection on a healthy young man, thinking about a girl, is nothing to be ashamed of. Patsy Emerson is a lovely young lady, would make a really wonderful wife, and I think he's just trying to help you appreciate that." If there was one thing that was emphasized in The Program literature, it was the importance of accepting, even embracing, the occurrence of erections among male participants. It was still a little awkward for Mrs. Anderson, but she had managed the first time, in the hallway. She could do it again. "Why don't you bring that young man over here and let's see what he has to say."
"Mother!"
"Oh hush now. You know you'll like it." She was reminded of when he was little, always complaining about getting a good night's kiss yet clearly even more disappointed if she failed to offer one. She halted her sewing and turn her chair toward him to provide him with her full attention. "Look at him," she said, pointing to his swelling penis. "He's getting all excited just thinking about it."
It was true. He might lie but his penis wouldn't, or at least couldn't. It was like his mother had her own pleismograph, or at least Jeff would clearly flunk if he was hooked up. He resigned himself to his fate. He got up from his chair and strode over to his mother, his cock getting harder and harder, bigger and bigger, with each step.
Mrs. Anderson smiled with pride. It's so wonderful to see your children growing up, and Jeff was growing right before her eyes. And, she hadn't been lying earlier. He really did have a very handsome cock. By the time he reached her his dick was sticking out and waving side to side.
Mrs. Anderson had a much better perspective than earlier. With her seated and him standing before her, his cock was essentially at eye level. "Bring him closer, Jeffrey," she instructed, "so mums can see."
He could not get entirely over the fact that it was his mother to whom he was presenting his stiff erect cock. He cautiously moved it closer to her, looking like the reluctant child with a scraped knee upon which his mother wants to apply some stinging antiseptic. This time her ministration wouldn't hurt, far from it. But, he did feel a little self-conscious about it.
When he still didn't bring it close enough Mrs. Anderson reached out with her left hand, firmly grasped his buttock, and pulled him the rest of the way to her so that his cock was now but an inch from her eyes.
She took hold of it with the fingers of her right hand.
Jeff flinched a bit, but stayed put to receive his medicine.
Mrs. Anderson studied it closely, turning it this way and that, giving it a very careful and thorough inspection. "It's really quite remarkable how much it resembles your father's."
"Is mine bigger?" It was a natural question, wasn't it?
Mrs. Anderson looked up at him and smiled. "Honey, it's not polite to ask things like that." She did wonder herself though. Alex probably would not be pleased to have his son be larger, although all fathers do want their sons to surpass them in life. Alex was quite proud of Jeff's superior skills in sports. Perhaps he would feel the same way if Jeff's cock was in fact bigger. She contemplated actually comparing them, directly. She could feel a warmth growing between her thighs. She had never been with two men at the same time. That always seemed so wrong, so obscene, so slutty. But, it wouldn't be like that if it was with her son and husband. It would still be all in the family.
"You really are a very virile young man," she said proudly. "You do produce quite a bit of sperm," recalling how he had so thoroughly soaked her apron, and how wonderfully fresh it had smelled. She had not yet put the apron into the clothes hamper, in case she wanted to consider it again.
Jeff's face flushed with embarrassment, and pride.
Mrs. Anderson leaned in so that her nose touched, rested against, his shaft, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath of her son's manly aroma. There was something about the male scent that really excited her. The cock is so earthy and musky. She opened her eyes. His swollen crown this close did look pretty darned big and powerful, truly a weapon to be reckoned with. She pulled it down to her lips and gave it a big, sustained kiss on the tip.
"Mums," Jeff gasped at the feel of his mother's lips on the tip, and at the sight. His mother had kissed him many, many times before, and so many of these kisses were so important, so well felt, so meaningful and wonderful. But, none were like this by any stretch of the imagination. The bulb of his cock seemed to swell and grow darker as her full red lipsticked lips pressed hard against his crown.
Mrs. Anderson slowly and only slightly parted her lips and then pressed her face down, her lips gradually widening as her boy's bulb slid through them and into her mouth. For the moment she went no further than that, holding only the crown in her mouth, and bathing his knob with her wet slippery tongue, like a mother would do for her pup, like a mother would do for her son.
"Oh man," Jeff gasped. His legs trembled. His mother's tongue licking and lapping away at his bulb felt so, so good. He had never imagined his mother being good at sucking cock. Not too many boys do probably think of that. But, he was now experiencing his mother in a new light, in a new way, and he was terribly, terribly impressed. He clearly had not been giving his mother enough credit.
Mrs. Anderson gently cupped, caressed, and tickled Jeff's balls with the fingers of her left hand, using her right to firmly grasp and stroke his shaft as she continued to suckle at the knob of her son with her lips and tongue.
It was for Jeff a deluge of delightful stimulation. There hardly seemed to be an inch of his nuts and cock that were not tingling with enchantment, with ecstatic glee. If not having cum twice already that evening he would have readily exploded into his mother's mouth, which really wasn't such a bad idea.
She worked on his knob for quite some time, giving it a good cleaning and polishing, as only a dedicated homemaker would do, softly nursing and caressing it with her warm, soft, wet tongue, tasting and snuggling her son in perhaps the most intimate manner possible, and taking her time in doing so. Quality time with your son should not be savored, not rushed.
Mrs. Anderson though suddenly stopped and removed her lips from his dick, albeit still caressing his balls and gripping his shaft. She looked up at him flirtatiously, teasingly, and asked, "Would you like Patsy to do this?"
What a question to ask a son! How do you answer it? Of course he would, but wouldn't that be insulting? After all, it was his mother doing it now. If a girlfriend asked him that question about another girl, the correct answer was very clear. Why do mothers put you in such awkward situations?
Mrs. Anderson though wasn't really expecting an answer. She let go of his balls and cock and got up from her chair to stand before him, all the while keeping her eyes trained on his.
As she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, she said, "You know, I play bridge with Patsy Emerson's mother, Allison. I can let her know that you're interested, you know; put in a good word for you."
Jeff rolled his eyes. "Geeeeez, mom." Frankly, he didn't think he would really need any help, if Patsy's behavior earlier this evening was any indication and, besides, he definitely didn't want his mother to get involved.
Mrs. Anderson watched with delight and satisfaction as Jeff's eyes, once they were finished rolling, were glued to the sight of her unbuttoning her blouse. It was nice to once again experience a young man lusting after her breasts. When she was younger she would at times find it rather annoying when a boy ogled her boobs, but as she got older she began to appreciate it more, and she certainly hadn't experienced it in quite some time. Well, Alex did still admire, value, and enjoy them. That was true, and she did appreciate that. But, there was something about the more ecstatic, urgent, and even desperate interest of a young man for full, soft big tits that was really quite special.
Once all of the buttons were undone she opened up her blouse and thrust her chest out.
Jeff felt like his eyes would pop out. His mother had such fantastic boobs, as she had been reminded of that fact earlier this evening. His friends had commented on this point once or twice, much to Jeff's annoyance. He didn't really feel it was appropriate for them to talk about his mother that way. But, maybe he had been wrong to admonish them. He had never seen them like this before, thrusting right out in front of his eyes, all daintily and sexily clad in a pink, lacy push-up plunging brassiere. His mother wore underwear like this?
Actually, he did have some knowledge of his mother's underwear. He had snuck into her underwear drawer when he was younger, getting really quite aroused at the sight and feel of her dainty things, imagining her in them but feeling quite guilty for doing so. Yet, now, here she was, wearing them and even displaying them for him. His cock twitched and danced with delight.
"Here, honey," she instructed, "help your mums and reach around to undo my brassiere."
His hands trembled a bit as he reached into her blouse and around her body, being careful not to actually touch them. It would be hard to imagine her caring if he did touch her breasts, but yesterday it would have been even harder to imagine her offering them to him.
He found the clasp of her brassiere, but struggled a bit to get it undone.
Mrs. Anderson giggled at her son's clumsiness. She was actually pleased to see that he wasn't the smooth, experienced lover. She really wouldn't want her son to be some sort of womanizer. She did though enjoy teasing him. "You better get some practice at this, Jeffrey, if you don't want to disappoint Patsy."
Jeff scowled. He had undone brassieres a number of times and he didn't like looking the novice virgin with his mother. It was really just the awkward positioning: not being able to see the clasp made it difficult. He almost defended himself by telling her how many times he had done this before but he didn't think she would really want to hear that. And, besides, the number wasn't that large anyway. It was usually the girl that undid the brassiere. He finally though got it undone.
Mrs. Anderson clapped her hands. "That's a good boy!"
Jeff's face flushed with embarrassment. If she kept this up he might even lose his erection, and that would be even more embarrassing.
"Now, for your reward," she added, pulling the cups away so that she could lift them up over her boobs to offer them to her son, bringing the large soft white globes into view. She whispered, "Do you like your mother's breasts?"
Jeff's eyes almost felt blinded by their whiteness, their provocativeness, their wonder. He gasped, "Oh yes, very much so." His mother did really have pretty darned fantastic boobs. They were no longer perfectly round. After all, they were real, but they were still terribly bold and prominent. It was one thing to see them thrusting out a blouse. It was fantastic to see them enclosed within a sexy brassiere. But they seemed to take on even new heights of wonder when seen fully naked. They were just so gloriously full and firm, thrusting out from her like two big fleshy white round pillows, each capped by stiff pointy tall nipples.
There was something primeval, something instinctually fundamental, about a son's desire for his mother's breasts. Whatever it was, it was engulfing Jeff's mind, and swelling his dick.
Mrs. Anderson asked, teasingly, "Do you think Patsy's will be better?"
He shook his head no. He had to admit that his mother's were better. It was the honest answer, and he knew it would not get back to Patsy.
"That's so sweet," Mrs. Anderson responded. She added, "You can play with them, if you like."
Jeff hadn't touched his mother's boobs since he was a boy, and he had never played with them like this before. Well, perhaps he had, when he was even littler. He grasped hold of each one of them, squeezing and groping them with a lustful abandonment of youth.
Mrs. Anderson gasped at the touch, the squeeze, of her son's hands. She might have to instruct him later about how to more sensually caress a woman's breasts. Still, she couldn't dock him any points for enthusiasm and, well, they were the hands of her son, after all, and that did make it all the more special for her. "Kiss them too, honey," she whispered.
Jeff didn't need a second prompt. He dove in and pressed his lips against one of those taut towering teats, while continuing to squeeze, maul, and grope his mother's big bouncy boobs.
"Oh son," Mrs. Anderson gasped at the feel of the boy's lips, once again, on her nipple. It had been so long. She didn't realize how much she had missed him suckling on her breast.
There was something eerily right and familiar about this for Jeff, sucking on his mother's breasts. He did not have any memory of having done this before, but he certainly must have. His psychology professor suggested that all boys are searching for their mothers' breasts. Well, he had found his, and he relished in them, their softness, their squishiness, their comforting, nurturing fullness. He briefly released her nipple to bury his face down into the deep valley of her cleavage, using his hands to envelope and engulf his face, his head, with those two humongous fleshy orbs. He could indeed play with these things for hours.
But, Mrs. Anderson had other things on her mind. She gently but firmly pushed her son's face away from her teats, momentarily recalling how it had in fact been quite difficult to end his breast feeding when he was an infant. He kept trying to get back at them. As he once again resisted letting go she wondered if perhaps she should have ended it even sooner, or perhaps later. It was always so difficult to tell.
"Honey," she gasped. "I want you to do something else, for me."
Jeff's face was flush with arousal, his dick was straining against its skin. Right now, he would do anything for his mother, as any young man should always feel. He was fully realizing how beneficial The Program can be for renewing the bonds, the strength, of a family's commitment and love for one another. "Anything," he gasped.
She stepped around him, her breasts wiggling as she did so, to go over to the chair upon which he was sitting earlier. She got onto the chair, on her knees, and thrust her bottom back toward her son. She felt a little embarrassed to say it to her son and so she didn't look back as she asked, "Pull down my panties?"Jeff was at first just shocked at the suggestion. He wasn't too sure he hard her correctly. And, when he was certain of what he had heard, he was still uncertain of its propriety.
"What about dad?" Jeff was wondering if perhaps they were going a bit too far. It was rather clear what his mother was asking him to do, beyond simply pull down her panties, and he naturally wondered if his father might disapprove. It certainly wouldn't be good if he just walked in on them.
"Maybe next time," she gasped impatiently, and then realized that perhaps Jeff had been expressing a different concern. She turned her head to look back at him. "He's watching TV."
The fact that he was watching TV was a rather ambiguous answer. She could be saying that he would probably be too interested in television to want to join in, which was frankly hard to imagine. Jeff could never imagine wanting to watch television instead of having sex but, of course, he hadn't been married for over 20 years. But, that wasn't the point, or at least wasn't the point of his question. She could be saying that he was watching TV to indicate that they were safe, that he wouldn't come down the hall. Well, either way, she didn't seem to feel it was an issue. Mothers do know best. As instructed, he lifted up his mother's skirt to pull down her panties.
He did though pause a moment to enjoy the sight of his mother with her skirt over her back, thrusting back her bottom, so nicely and tightly wrapped in pink lace bikini panties. His mother didn't wear panties like this every day, did she? He would really look at her quite differently from now on. At Templeton College the administration would occasionally engage in surprise uniform inspections. Girls were most often the target, checking to see that they were wearing the regulation white cotton panties (see "The Lessons, Chapter 1, Mr. Peters teachers Sara a lesson"). Well, if his parents were implementing Abberville's Program at home, perhaps he could lobby as well for periodic panty inspections, like they did at Templeton.
"Hurry," his mother urged. She was feeling a little self-conscious about thrusting her bottom back at her son, like she was a bitch dog in heat, wanting her boy to mount her and fuck her. Plus, she really wasn't entirely sure how Alex would feel about this. The Program was mostly his idea but she wouldn't be surprised if he felt that she was taking this a bit too far, especially on the first night. It wasn't like she wouldn't tell him about this later, but there was a time and a place for everything, and right now the time was for her son to get her panties down.
Jeff grasped the waistband of his mother's panties and pulled them down to her knees, opening to his eyes the wondrous sight of his mother's lovely white split moon.
Jeff's eyes glowed with delight in the light of his mother's pale moon. Even his mother's butt was pretty darned amazingly good. Of course, her bottom was not as good as her breasts, but the latter were so powerfully fantastic that it would have been difficult to equal them. And, still, if asked (and he sure hoped his mother wouldn't) he would have to say that Patsy's bottom was probably better than his mother's. Of course, he hadn't seen Patsy's (yet), but he could tell that hers would be very tiny and perky, just how he liked them. Still, there is also something very pleasing about womanly bottoms. They are so full, so round, so meaty. It wasn't that his mother was overweight, or anything like that. Far from it. It's just that she did indeed have the full, fleshy butt of a woman. He grasped hold of her soft full cheeks in his hands.
Mrs. Anderson used her hands to cover her face. This was a little embarrassing. Many a time she had made Jeff lie over her lap to receive a bare bottom spanking when he was much younger, and other times she had taken his temperature within his derriere. He always complained about that, finding it so embarrassing to have to show her his naked bottom, and especially to have her inspect his anus and stick things up his butt hole. Well, turnabout is apparently fair play, and she submitted her bottom to her son's inspection. She even arched her back more and lifted her derriere up higher.
Jeff could see his mother's full, thick, fleshy feminine lips peeking out from between her thighs. He squeezed her soft round plump pumpkin cheeks as his eyes feasted on her womanly lips. They were indeed quite visible beneath her growth. His mother apparently didn't shave herself down there, like some girls he had known. She was apparently old-fashioned in that way as well. But, he would not begrudge her this sign of her age. He might though consider dropping a hint at some point. Father would probably like that. He smiled as he noticed the glistening moisture on her lips. He did enjoy seeing that.
He let go of her ass with his right hand and used it to direct his cock into her lips, into her cunt.
Mrs. Anderson reached back, beneath her and between her thighs to help guide her son in. She didn't know how much experience he had at such matters and she knew that the first few times can be a bit clumsy for a boy. She didn't want him to get embarrassed over struggling to get it in.
Jeff let go of his cock once her mother took hold of it. He would prefer to do it himself, to show his mother that he could indeed do it himself, but her fingers did feel nice as she guided him to the correct spot. In fact, she at first just rubbed the knob around and around, and up and down her slit, giving it a sort of guided tour of the terrain.
She did though eventually lodge him in the correct location and pushed back with her hips to help drive him in.
As Jeff felt his mother push back he drove forward, driving his cock deep up inside his mother's cunt.
It was really quite surreal, looking down at his mother's white naked full butt, her puckered anus peeking up at him from deep down in her crack. It was certainly a perspective on his mother he had never seen before, and his cock felt so, so good sliding up into her tight, thick, fleshy wet cunt. She might be old enough to be his mother, quite literally so, but she did still have a pretty darned good cunt, and there was really very little that wasn't better than feeling a woman's tight, hot, slippery cunt gripping, squeezing, massaging every inch of your dick as you thrust it in and out, banging against her butt, those womanly cheeks wiggling like jello with each slam.
"Oh my goodness," Mrs. Anderson gasped. She spread her legs as best she could with her panties caught at her knees.
Jeff had a moment of panic. What if she didn't cum? What if he came too soon? Boy, imagine having a premature ejaculation problem with your own mother. No son wants to disappoint his mother, and certainly not when it came to something like this! He was so glad that he had cum twice already that day, as he would have otherwise cum pretty darned quickly. He very much loved doing it from behind as it seemed so much more animalistic and primitive (perhaps it was no coincidence that his mother wanted to do it that way as well).
Mrs. Anderson kept her hand back between her thighs so that whenever Jeff drove his cock deep up inside her she could caress and tickle his balls, providing him with just a bit more motherly encouragement.
Jeff liked that. He lurched a bit at her first touch. He was rather ticklish behind the balls, but once he got used to it he really did like it. No girl before had played with his balls while he fucked her from behind. Of course, it wasn't like Jeff had sex with lots and lots of different women. But, still, his mother impressed him with her creative and unique skills. His esteem for her was rising rapidly, although that could just be his sexual arousal.
He needed to return the favor. He bent down over her and reached around, grabbing hold of her bulbous boobs in his hands, giving them a very hearty squeeze as he plunged his dick in and out of her cunt, using his grip on her hanging jugs to help hold her steady so that he could fuck her with even more force and fury.
Jeff humped his mother like this for quite a bit and Mrs. Anderson was duly impressed with her son's staying power. She would think a young man would not last too long. Certainly his father had not lasted so long when he was Jeff's age and fucked her this hard. "Oh my...oh my....oh my," she gasped with each plunge. Alex had not in fact fucked her like this, at least fucked her this hard, in a long, long time. "Jeffrey, it feels so good. You're so, so good."
Jeff had to figure that she was just saying that because she was his mother. Your mother always has to compliment your performance. When had she said that he hadn't done a great job in a school play, a ball game, or virtually anything else? It's really part of her job to compliment him profusely and, frankly, he wasn't doing anything too special. But, he was at least inspired to fuck her even harder. He clutched and squeezed her breasts as he pounded her cunt with his cock, slapping her ass hard with his abdomen.
"Ngh...ngh...ngh," his mother now mumbled and groaned with each driving, slamming thrust. She could no longer keep up tickling her son's balls so she switched her fingers to diddling her clit, becoming perhaps a bit selfish for a mother, concentrating on her own sexual pleasure, but he didn't appear to be needing any of her help. Her son had all grown up.
Jeff could not in fact recall fucking a girl with this much force, this much animalistic frenzy, but one should probably pull out all the stops when it comes to one's mother. He groped and mauled his mother's bobbling boobs as he hammered her cunt with his cock, thumping and slamming her butt with his abdomen.
As hard as she was being fucked Mrs. Anderson was grinding her fingers hard against her clit, twisting and gyrating her hips, squirming and writhing her cunt all over and around her son's cock as he kept plunging it in and out with unadulterated, savage, and deranged ferocity.
"Jeff, I'm going...I'm going to...you're making me," she gasped and panted, doubling her efforts to furiously diddle her clit. Jeff pinched his mother's nipples and she suddenly quivered in violently shuddering paroxysms.
"Oh Jeff, your mother, I'm," she tried to explain, but she didn't have to.
Jeff sometimes didn't really know if the girl he was fucking did in fact have an orgasm, but that wasn't the case here. Perhaps it was because she was his mother that he could tell. But, her sudden freezing of all voluntary movements coupled with the involuntary quivering, shuddering, twitching was rather telling, along with her lustful exclamations.
Jeff gave himself over to his own climax as well. "Mums," he gasped, falling onto her back as he felt his cock jerk and spurt into his mother's cunt.
"Oh baby, yes," she moaned, letting go of her clit to reach back to again grasp her son's balls, giving him gentle squeezes to encourage him to unload all of his sperm deep inside her cunt.
She so much enjoyed a man cumming inside her. It just felt so romantic, so intimate, so special, and nothing could really be more special than for it to be the cum of her son, jolting, jerking, and kicking in her cunt like a crazed bull, spewing out deep inside the sperm of the next generation of the Anderson clan. She rested her face against the soft cushion of the chair and sighed with deep satisfaction, as the blissful waves of her orgasm coursed through her body, her mind, and her cunt filled with her son's thick, wet semen.
Jeff fell more heavily onto his mother's back. He was exhausted. It had been a long day. Three orgasms was probably his limit. It almost felt like he would have a heart attack, his body not used to this much pleasure, this much excitement. Plus, he had been fucking her so hard that his energy was spent, and he simply rested against his mother, a rest sorely needed as he basked in the pleasure of his shuddering orgasm, his cock still spitting and spewing cum up into his mother's cunt.
When she felt the last squirt, she gave her son's nuts a gentle, complimentary squeeze of appreciation. Mrs. Anderson had never felt closer to her son than she did now. She would have The Program to thank for that.
The Andersons were a rather unique family. They were quite open-minded, liberal, and forward thinkers. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were well educated, both having graduated from Abberville College with honors. Mr. Anderson went on to law school and was now a very successful lawyer, quickly becoming an associate partner of Wagner, Cronenberg, Tenyari, and Orblover, a rather successful and well-regarded firm specializing in divorce, mortgage, and estate law. And, being a lawyer, Mr. Anderson was a man who knew his rights.
Alex and Donna Anderson, however, were very concerned about their children. Well, they weren't really children any more. Mary was 18 and Jeff was 20. They were now both themselves college students, Jeff was attending Templeton College, whereas Mary was attending Abberville, just like her parents. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were quite pleased with that, but their concern was that Jeff and Mary weren't excelling in their studies as the two of them had when they were at Abberville. Neither of their kids appeared to have the discipline, the motivation, to truly succeed in life.
They couldn't live forever off the success, the income, the savings, that Mr. Anderson had struggled to accumulate. They needed to learn that someday they would be on their own and would have to fend for themselves, yet their grades in college were worse than their grades had been in high school. If not for Mr. Anderson's connections, and perhaps Mrs. Anderson's charm during the admissions interview, Mary and Jeff might not have even been admitted and, here they were, squandering away this opportunity that would be coveted by so many of their peers.
The parents were at a loss for what to do, until one day when Mary, home for summer vacation after having completed her first year at Abberville, told them about a new pedagogical technique implemented this past year at Abberville, called The Program (see "Naked at College"). Mr. Anderson was very intrigued by this apparent innovation in the training and development of today's youth.
He learned that the primary purpose of The Program was to help develop personal growth, adjustment, and self-esteem. However, as he read more and more material, particularly the earlier papers of Mr. Peters at Templeton College, he discovered that some variation of this approach could also be used to develop better self-discipline, motivation, and dedication. Yes, they would have to try this at home. After all, discipline does begin at home.
He discussed it with his wife, Donna. She was a little apprehensive. It did seem like a rather radical idea, although she had been one of the more active members of the Abberville Enthusiasts Club.
They decided to begin with Jeff (see "Naked at home, part 1: Jeff"). He was the older sibling. If it was not helpful for him, then they wouldn't try it with Mary.
But, they felt that the first night of The Program with Jeff had gone very, very well. They could both see an immediate positive effect on his behavior, his motivation, his sense of responsibility to his family and his future. He had become much more respectful and responsive as a son. They were really very, very impressed.
After observing the beneficial impact The Program had on Jeff, they knew that it was time to try it with their daughter, Mary. As they had done before, they made the announcement at the end of dinner.
"Well, Mary," Mr. Anderson said. "I think you may have noticed how helpful The Program has been for Jeff."
Mary had to admit that she had indeed noticed it, although she wasn't too sure if Jeff was being nice simply to get in good with Patsy (a friend of Mary that Jeff might date), or perhaps to try to have another evening with her friends. "Yea, I suppose," she responded in a non-committal manner.
"Well, we, your parents, believe it is time now for you to take your turn."
"Me?!" Mary's jaw dropped and her heart skipped a beat.
"Well, yes, naturally, pumpkin," her father responded. "I thought we were quite clear about that. Each of you would participate, at various times."
Mary's face turned beet red. During the original night in which they introduced The Program, her parents had began their discussion by referring to both of them, but they hadn't precisely, specifically, said that she would have to participate as well, or at least she had been hoping that it would be confined to Jeff. But, her perception of what they had said was apparently more of a reflection of her desire than what they actually said. As she now recalled, they did say that Jeff would participate "first."
She also figured, or at least hoped, that they would see how bizarre and wrong it was to have Jeff be naked in front of them, perhaps especially herself, and they would no longer consider having her participate. But, she had to admit, Jeff was indeed acting like a much better son, and even brother, than he had before that rather unusual evening.
Still, there was one very important point. "But daddy, I'm a girl!"
Her father furrowed his brow, wondering what her point was.
"It's different for girls," Mary explained. She turned to her mother. "Mummy, tell him! Explain it to him!" She couldn't believe how dense her father was. He had been like totally absurd many times before, but this was well over the top.
Mrs. Anderson, however, was of no help. "Your father and I have discussed this. It has certainly been very helpful for Jeff. We both believe it is the right and proper thing to do."
Mary knew that she had little choice. She did have a choice, technically. She was eighteen. She could choose not to participate. But now that Jeff had participated, it was really very difficult for her to refuse. And, more importantly, as they had indicated with Jeff, she would lose her financial support for college, and perhaps even more. With considerable reluctance, to say the least, along with as much surprise, she said, quietly, "Well, alright."
Jeff grinned broadly, and felt his dick immediately swell within his slacks just at the thought of his sister's participation. This is what he had been hoping for quite some time, fantasizing about visiting Abberville when Mary was chosen to participate in The Program. This would be even better, as this would be in the privacy and intimacy of their house, their home.
"That's the Anderson spirit I like to see!" Mr. Anderson gleefully and proudly replied.
Well, Mary thought, he was about to see a lot more than that, and her face reddened again. She pushed her chair away from the dinner table and made her way to the spot where Jeff had undressed, standing in the entrance to the dining room. She slowly began to remove her clothes.
One advantage of sitting at the dinner table was that nobody could see the front of one's slacks. Jeff slipped his hand beneath the table to quietly, surreptitiously, play with himself as he watched his younger sister undress. He tried to look nonchalant, even perhaps a bit disinterested, but his heart was racing and his pupils were enlarging, as was his dick within his fingers.
Once The Program had been implemented at Abberville Mary had feared that someday she would be asked, or chosen, to participate. Just the thought of having to go to classes naked was unimaginatively horrific! Yet, here she was, participating in The Program in her own home. One would like to say in the safety of one's own home, but right now it didn't really feel that way.
Mary felt the eyes of her entire family upon her as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it from her skirt. She was reminded of when her family had all come to her ballet recital as a kid. The presence of her father had made her feel particularly nervous. She didn't really know why. Perhaps because it was so often accompanied by subtle criticism and pointless advice. Well, this was certainly considerably worse. The presence of her brother hadn't actually bothered her during the ballet recital, but it was much, much different now. She turned around to take off her skirt.
"No, no, pumpkin," her father admonished her. "You must always present yourself to the audience."
Mary was again reminded of the ballet rehearsals. Her father didn't even know that much about ballet but always kept giving her suggestions and instructions. But, he was actually right this time. She knew the rules of The Program. Unless instructed otherwise by an audience member or a professor, one must always face your fellow students, or in this case your family. "Yes, father," she glumly replied and turned back around to again face her family. She unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it, carefully folded it, and laid it on the side table.
Mary was wearing a blouse with long tails so nothing was really that exposed, yet. Plus, she was holding her blouse closed so that nothing could be seen there as well. Still, it was an endearing sight: the pretty Mary wearing now only shirt, socks, and shoes, clutching at her blouse, looking so nervous, so forlorn. It was a moment of grand anticipation. Jeff was openly handling his cock beneath the table.
Mary knew that if she hesitated too long her mother, or her father, would instruct her brother to help remove the rest of her garments, just as they had threatened Jeff. She started to again turn her back to her family, but caught herself. With her eyes closed she removed her arms from her blouse, folded it, and carefully laid it on her skirt, and stood before her family, in her undies.
Mary was a very pretty girl. Both of her parents were proud and pleased with that. She reminded many persons as a sort of young Kristin Chenoweth, particularly in her role on West Wing. She had long flowing blonde hair, split center-left, large green eyes, fluttering eyelashes, perfectly white skin, a perky nose and red rosy cheeks with a hint of dimple. Plus, she had the high pitched voice of Ms. Chenoweth, as well as her very diminutive stature, an inch less than five feet.
"Oh my, honey," Mrs. Anderson said, "that's a very lovely bra and panty set, don't you think so, dear?" speaking to her husband.
Mr. Anderson could feel his cock swelling as well, and he felt a bit concerned about that. His daughter was indeed terribly attractive, and, yes, Donna was certainly right about her ensemble. It was indeed a very pretty bra and panty set. But, still, he did feel a little awkward to be seeing her so alluring.
Mary wasn't wearing explicitly sexual or provocative lingerie. But, the matching cotton bra and bikini panty set were still quite fetching. They were both pink and decorated with colorful cupcakes, candy canes, and ice cream cones all sprinkled around, the brassiere and panties both trimmed with just a small band of white lace. The brassiere fit really quite well, providing her breasts with a very complimentary roundness, with the notable and endearing exception of her perky nipples poking through. The panties might have been a little tight, but for Jeff that was a plus, as he could very easily detect his sister's camel toe.
"Honey!" Mrs. Anderson prompted her husband.
"Oh yes, yes dear," Mr. Anderson responded. He was still contemplating his daughter and had not yet answered his wife. "They are really quite, um, charming." Even just complimenting his daughter on her brassiere and panties seemed a bit awkward.
"Where did you purchase them, sweetie?" her mother asked.
Mary opened her eyes to look at her mom. "Mother, please." Her mother always seemed to overdo her compliments of her apparel, and she didn't really want her undies to be the focus of conversation, albeit she was indeed presenting a most captivating and winsome sight.
"Well just tell me where you got them, honey. I'm sure Alex would like me to purchase a set for myself."
"Walmart," Mary blandly replied.
That momentarily silenced her mother, but she quickly recovered. "Well, Walmart does have very good undies."
Her father though was pleased. It was good to hear that his daughter was not spending her college stipend on expensive underwear. But, this was not an exercise on the economics of one's apparel. The family needed to get back on track. "Yes, well, let's get those off as well, Mary. You can keep your socks on though." If Jeff got to keep his socks on, it was reasonable to allow Mary to have this courtesy as well.
Mary, as an Abberville student, had wondered what it would be like for The Program participants when they first had to take their clothes off in front of the college president or dean, and what it was like when they first stepped out naked onto the campus. She never did really want to know, but she was certainly very curious. Well, this must be a close second, if not even worse.
Yes, it might in fact be worse to have to be naked in front of your father and brother than in front of strangers. Anxious, self-conscious, and ruminative thoughts were all running through her head as she reached behind to grasp hold of the clasp of her brassiere, her boobs unintentionally thrusting forward, jutting outward, as she did so.
Jeff's cock was doing a considerable amount of jutting as well.
Mary unclasped her brassiere, but as she pulled the cups away from her breasts she immediately covered them, as best she could, with her right arm and hand. Nobody admonished her for that, at least not yet.
Frankly, the effort to be modest, to hide her breasts, made her look all the more adorable, as she was displaying, proclaiming, how intimate and personal this was. Plus, what one could still see, the soft, white parts squishing out from beneath her hand and arm, were really very enticing and, for the moment, sufficiently pleasing. This wasn't the reason her mother didn't complain about Mary's effort to hide her breasts, but it's possible that it did factor into her father's silence.
Pulling panties down with one hand though was a bit tricky. She had to keep pulling down different bits and parts of her panties, inching one part down as best she could, and then shifting over to the other side, all the time bent over so that nobody could see what was being exposed, as well as continuing to try to keep her breasts hidden as much as possible.
Once the panties were past her thighs, though, they slipped down the rest of the way fairly easily, gathering at her ankles in a little pile of very colorful cotton femininity.
She then used her left hand to hide her cunnie, although still exposing the very naked, lily white hips and thighs. Mary had very strong tan lines, which now appeared to largely shout and scream by the contrasting pale whiteness that the parts of her that were now exposed and soon to be seen were very, very private indeed, not ever seen in the light of day.
Mary stepped awkwardly out of her panties and then wasn't too sure what to do next. She didn't really want to reach down to pick them up as she would then have to expose one of those two parts of her body. But, she knew she couldn't just leave them there. She looked down at them, wondering what to do.
"Dear, don't leave your panties lying around on the floor," her mother admonished her.
Mary knew that she would eventually, if not almost immediately, have to remove her hands from her body anyway, but which part to expose now? Well, that wasn't actually a difficult choice. She removed her hand from her breasts, blood immediately rushing to her face, and bent over to pick up her panties, her boobs coming into sight and even wiggling and bobbling as she bent over.
Jeff inhaled with wonder at the sight of his sister's breasts now fully exposed. He had seen a number of naked breasts. Frankly, Patsy's were probably better than his sister's, if size was the only basis for evaluation. But, these were indeed his sister's breasts, and that did make them rather special in his eyes. He had seen them slowly develop over time, gradually growing into a woman's breasts, and he often thought about how they might look. He had even attempted to get a few peeks at them, such as coincidentally being in the hallway when she left the bathroom after a morning shower, or being sure to walk by when he knew she was changing to go out on a date. He had even got caught once peeking into her room. None of these peeping efforts though had ever paid off. But, now, he was being treated with a very open, explicit show.
Mr. Anderson was equally pleased, but considerably more ambivalent. His immediate reaction was one of further arousal, within his pants. His daughter did really have very cute wiggly boobies. And, they were clearly the firm and fresh breasts of youth. But he then, almost as quickly, felt guilty and ambivalent about having such reactions. It was not only that she was his daughter, but his wife, her mother, was sitting right there, across the table from him. It's bad enough when your wife catches you ogling the breasts of another woman, it's probably a lot worse when it's the breasts of her daughter.
"Honey, my goodness, didn't Mary develop well!?" Mrs. Anderson exclaimed, with considerable pride and enthusiasm. She was really very pleased. Mothers do like it when their daughters grow up to be pretty and attractive young women. They would love them anyway, even if it was not true. And, they would sincerely and accurately tell them that they will find a man, a good man, even if they aren't particularly attractive. But, still, it is nice when she is indeed objectively pretty and attractive, and Mary was certainly that.
Mary's face was so red as she laid her panties on her skirt and returned to her spot in the entranceway. She did not return her hand to her breasts. The cat was now out of the bag, so to speak, and there was no point in trying to get it back in. She stood before her family, very self-consciously, presenting for their observation, their consideration, their evaluation, and perhaps their pleasure (at least for Jeff), her young, naked boobs.
Mr. Anderson was relieved that his wife didn't appear to object to him noticing how attractive and appealing were his daughter's breasts. In fact, she even wanted him, was inviting him, to comment on them. Objectively, they were not large. Unlike Ms. Chenoweth, they were a bit on the small side. But, being a very petite girl, Mary's titties were really very proportional to her size and still very, very lovely. They were so wonderfully round and perky, and her pink nipples were even standing up so proud, almost as pink as her face." Yes, she has indeed," Mr. Anderson agreed, still a bit uncomfortable at making such an observation. He briefly reached beneath the table to adjust his dick, which was also getting rather uncomfortable for a more specifically physical reason, but doing so because it was also very, very pleased with his daughter's breasts. He turned his attention though to his wife. "Of course, she has you to thank for that, dear. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, you know."
"Oh honey, hush-up," Donna modestly replied, but the compliment was well appreciated. Just as she wondered previously whether Alex might feel uncomfortable about his son being bigger, she was herself a little jealous at seeing how perky and firm were her daughter's breasts. They were really so wonderfully round. Her own were beginning to droop, she felt, at least just a bit.
"Yours though are also quite bigger," her husband added."Alex!" Mrs. Anderson scolded her husband. That was perhaps going too far. Her concern wasn't that he was commenting on her breasts in front of the children, it just wasn't considerate to say something like that when his daughter was showing off her own. Alex could often be so dense and insensitive. She remembered how upset Mary was after the ballet recital. Well, he's now apparently denigrated his own daughter's breast development. That can't be good.
Mary scowled. Mother's were bigger. She knew that. And, she did wish that hers were bigger, but she didn't really appreciate father publicly pointing it out. She had though considered getting them enlarged, but had never mentioned it because she knew darned well that daddy would never pay for that. But, perhaps now was a good time to bring it up. "You know, father," she said, "I can get them enlarged. It's really not very expensive."
Mr. Anderson felt hoisted on his own petard. "Pumpkin, we can talk about that later. Now is not a good time."
Funny how it never seems to her father to be a good time to talk about money. Frankly, this seemed like an obviously very good time. "But, don't you think they're a bit small, daddy?" She even thrust them out a bit so her father could get a better appreciation, a better understanding.
Mr. Anderson, though, would not be so easily cajoled and maneuvered into such a major expense. Plus, he was feeling rather uncomfortable about all this. It was the participants in The Program that were supposed to feel uncomfortable and awkward, not the audience. The fact that her daughter was now so openly thrusting her boobies at him was really quite disconcerting. "I think they are very wonderful the way they are," he asserted and, trying to change the subject, "we still need to see the rest of you, young lady."
For a brief moment there Mary had felt that she had gained the upper hand, that it was her father who was feeling uncomfortable about this, feeling defensive. But, with that reminder and redirection she wilted back into a self-conscious insecurity over the reality of the situation. "Yes, daddy," she quietly, glumly, replied, and reluctantly removed her hand from her cunnie.
"Mary," Mrs. Anderson gasped.
Jeff removed his hand from beneath the table, as he knew if he continued he would most certainly cum in his pants. Neither Jeff nor Mr. Anderson could stop themselves from openly staring.
Mary had perhaps one of the most purest and precious slits either of them had ever seen. It was in fact just that: just a little white mound of soft v-shaped flesh rising up from between her thighs, cut down the middle by a short, delicate crevice. Its simplicity was perhaps what was most enticing, appealing, and erotic. The only hair was a narrow strip that was closely cropped, seeming to point the way to her feminine furrow.
"Oh my goodness," her mother had to ask, "do you shave there, dear?"
"Yes, mother, all the girls do."
Mrs. Anderson didn't know how she felt about that. It just seemed so provocative, so revealing. "Well, if all the girls got a tattoo, would that mean you would get one too?"
Mary might have responded by indicating that she was in fact seriously considering a tattoo. A little butterfly on her lower back, perhaps. But, this was probably not the right time to discuss that.
Mrs. Anderson wasn't at all sure she approved of her daughter shaving, down there. But, she did have to admit, it was prettier than just letting the hair grow out in a thick, disheveled bush. She wondered how Alex felt about this. She turned to him to ask, but she could immediately tell by his eyes that he seemed to like it. She wasn't so sure how she felt about that either. She turned back to her daughter. "I just don't know, sweetie."
Mary rolled her eyes. Her mother disapproved of so many things. She was just so old-fashioned. As she usually did when her mother disapproved, Mary turned to her father and asked, "Daddy, what do you think? Don't you think it looks prettier this way?"
Well, he was certainly between a rock and a hard place or, more accurately, two delectably lovely soft places, his daughter's and his wife's. The fact was, considering his daughter's bald pussy, he definitely liked it shaven and really, really wouldn't mind if Donna tried this herself. His eyes were glued to his daughter's little cleft. It was really very adorable, and beguiling.
Any husband who is not psychotic though knows what dangerous ground one is treading when one makes a suggestion for how the wife might improve her physical attractiveness. He recalled when his wife got a new hairdo, in the more traditional location of doing so, and asked for his opinion. He had been honest in his response, and he sorely regretted that. He tried to express his support for his daughter without actually sounding like he had a preference. "Well, dear," he suggested, "if this is what the kids are doing these days, I don't see the harm."
"But, dear," Mrs. Anderson interjected, "it just makes her, well, so open and exposed."
It certainly did that, and Mr. Anderson had to wonder if that was the intention. It would also facilitate oral sex but his cheeks and brow blushed at the fact that he even had that thought about his own daughter's cute little cunnie. "Well," he shrugged, "the kids today, what are you going to do?"
Mary smiled appreciatively at her father. It wasn't the ringing endorsement that she was seeking but she was clearly going to win this battle with her mother. Plus, she could tell by her daddy's eyes that he did in fact like it. Girls are pretty good at reading that in a boy's eyes, but then she also felt a bit uncomfortable, realizing that her father was indeed ogling her shaved pussy.
There was a bit of awkward silence, soon broken by Mrs. Anderson standing up. "Well, let's get this table cleared. These dishes won't clean themselves." She looked over at her naked, shaved daughter, "C'mon Mary, you can take a few yourself."
Mary appreciated the fact that she would no longer be standing center stage, but it was rather awkward, and downright weird, to do the usual family routine of clearing the table and washing dishes with yourself being the only person naked. It might in fact be worse if Jeff and her father were naked as well, but it was still awfully odd and unsettling. It was like a nightmare coming true, that you suddenly found yourself without any clothes. It also added to the strangeness, the surreal quality of the experience, that nobody seemed to be noticing, nobody was commenting on it or even paying much attention as she gathered a couple of plates and glasses and took them into the kitchen. Still, it was nice not to be noticed for one's nakedness.
Mrs. Anderson was lost in her thoughts about the shaving. She in fact wondered if perhaps she should try it herself. She could tell that Alex really liked it, and it had been some time since she had tried something new, a new nightie, perfume, or hairstyle, something to spice up their bedroom play.
Alex and Jeff were hanging back. They were now purposely ignoring Mary in order to try to regain their composure or, more precisely, lose their erections. Minimally, they wanted the ladies to have their backs to them before they got up from the table.
Once the ladies were both walking into the kitchen the men got up, gathered some dishes, plates, and silverware, and followed them in, keeping their eyes averted from one another. Guys are generally respectful about that sort of thing. They both also tried to keep their eyes averted from the sight of Mary's naked, taut, and swaying derriere, but that really wasn't easy. It was just too enjoyable to ignore. They hadn't yet seen that particular attribute of her and they would both have to admit that her naked tush rivaled her face, breasts, and cunnie; well, maybe not her cunnie. But, Mary was a petite girl with a very cute little round perky bottom, and there wasn't a much better sight than a really fetching fanny sashaying along. Cocks began to swell again so they averted their eyes to what they were carrying.
But, they were tested each time they returned to the kitchen with a new load of glasses or dishes. Plus, it was so tempting to steal glances as they dried. It was quite striking how breasts can wiggle so much when they're free and open. Just the act of sponging a plate will cause all sorts of jello gyration. Mr. Anderson had the thought of asking his wife to someday do the dishes in the nude, perhaps at best wearing only an apron (Mary was complaining about getting little splashes on her titties). In any case, there would be something quite homey about his little woman doing dishes in the nude.
Mary was herself quite distracted throughout the dish washing. She couldn't help but wonder what was in store for her this evening, recalling what she and her friends had done with Jeff. Her heart fluttered at the thought of him having some friends over, and mother making her "play" with them as she had made Jeff play with her friends.
As they finished putting away the last few glasses, Mrs. Anderson asked, "Jeff, are you still planning on going out with your friends tonight?"
He had indeed been planning on going out. "No, no, I think I'll stay home this evening, with the family." Somehow it seemed that spending some quality time with his family was preferable to just some evening carousing about town with his friends, accomplishing little, doing really nothing, except perhaps getting into some sort of trouble.
"That's wonderful, Jeffrey," Mrs. Anderson responded, "I'm so glad!" It was really so striking how The Program was bringing the family together.
"Yes, well, Mary, I just got a new Kristin Chenoweth CD. You want to listen to it with me?" He really hadn't. He just knew Mary liked Chenoweth, perhaps for obvious reasons.
"Oh, that sounds wonderful," Mrs. Anderson said, "You really like Kristin Chenoweth, don't you, Mary."
"Yea, um...I suppose so," Mary replied in a rather indifferent, uncommitted manner. Mary knew that she had no real choice, and that it would be inevitable at some point in the evening for Jeff to extract revenge for what she and her friends had done to him. She was at least glad he was not suggesting that he invite some of his friends over for the evening.
She need not have worried about that though as Jeff had no intention of sharing his sister with his friends. He wasn't that kind of guy. He was much too respectful of his younger sister to do something like that.
This was precisely the sibling bonding that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson had been hoping for, although they would have preferred that their kids retire to discuss a scholarly text. It had been routine within the Anderson family when Mary and Jeff were younger for Alex and Donna to spend at least one evening in family reading. They would select something from the classics in literature or even something scholarly, like a biography or an historical text. Well, apparently all that effort had not paid off. Still, it was nice to see them wanting to spend time together. "Well, you kids can just run off. Father and I will finish up here."
Jeff had an impulse to put his arm around Mary's naked shoulder, in an endearing brotherly fashion, as they strolled to his room, but his better judgment restrained him. He did attempt to walk behind her, wanting to again admire the sight of that little taut tush. There is really something quite wonderful about how a woman's derriere sways and swings as she walks. It's almost as if it, she, is being intentionally flirtatious, trying to draw your eye's to her, and to her sexual anatomy in particular, by literally waving and wagging it before your eyes. Perhaps it's something left over from hunter-gatherer ancestry, an ingrained, instinctual way of trying to attract males within the pack, the tribe, the herd.
But, Mary would have none of that and she pushed Jeff out in front of her.
They didn't say much on their way to his room. Mary picked up her purse from the hall table. She didn't normally carry her purse around with her through the house, but she just felt such a strong need to have some article of clothing, even if it was just an accessory.
Jeff wondered if the purse would be a violation, but he didn't think so, as long as she didn't use it to hide herself. And, besides, the incongruity of her carrying her purse butt naked was rather cute.
He tried chatting about the new CD, but Mary didn't respond. She was wondering, worrying, about what might happen when she got to her brother's bedroom.
When they arrived he put in one of Chenoweth's older CDs.
"Hey, that's not the new one," Mary complained.
"Yea, yea, I know," he confessed. "That was just a ruse to get you up here."
Mary could feel her heart accelerating and her blood rising. "Yes, well, what is it that you want," as if she didn't know.
"Oh, I think you know. You girls had your fun with me the other day, and so I think it's now my turn to return the favor."
Mary folded her arms and glared at him, her purse dangling in front of her tummy, not appreciating perhaps that her folded arms served to lift and elevate her boobs, as if she was trying to intentionally show them off to him. "It seems to me that you had a good deal of fun yourself."
"Yea, I s'pose and, well, maybe you'll also have fun."
"Somehow I kind of doubt that," she confidently and defiantly responded.
"Well, that's neither here nor there. You know the rules of The Program. You have to pose for me, in any way I want."
She knew the rules, and he was right. "Let's just get on with it."
"Okay," he said, a big grin on his face. He felt like he was in a candy store for the very first time and really didn't know what to ask for first. "Let's see, well."
"C'mon, get on with it!" Mary demanded impatiently.
"Okay, okay, don't rush me. This is important. Let's see...." He studied her body, contemplating what he would have her do first. The fact that she was so impatient with the amount of time he was taking made him want to delay further. But, how long do you resist really good candy? "Okay, yes, first I want you to cup your hands beneath your breasts, like you're holding them up for me." He demonstrated for her, on himself, if perchance she didn't understand precisely what he meant.
"You're such a geek," Mary complained, but she did do it. She unfolding her arms, set her purse down on the floor, and cupped each breast in her hands, holding them up for Jeff, as if she was purposely displaying them for him.
He liked it. Jeff smiled appreciatively. She didn't really need to hold them up. They stood up so very well by themselves. But the pose wasn't so much about necessity as it was simply the presentation, the vision of his younger sister presenting her lovely little boobies to him. "Squeeze them together," he said, demonstrating again with his own hands on his imaginary breasts.
Mary rolled her eyes but did so, pushing her breasts together a bit to give her a greater sense of alluring cleavage, a tight, narrow, soft valley of flesh pillows between which he might want to drive his cock in and out.
"And," he added, "flick your nipples with your thumbs, get them all stiff and perky."
This was really rather embarrassing, but she knew she didn't have any choice. Complaining to her parents, even to her mother, wouldn't do any good. This was all within the rules of The Program. Plus, it still wasn't as much as she and her friends had made him do. It wasn't like he was telling her to masturbate in front of him. She adjusted her hands so that she could flick her nipples with her thumbs while still holding them up and squeezing them together. He nipples did indeed stiffen and poke out.
"Yes," Jeff observed, smiling broadly, as his was cock further stiffening as well. He reached down to adjust himself.
"Hey, cut that out," Mary complained. It seemed a little rude and disrespectful to play with his cock while she was naked in front of him.
"You saw me do a lot more than that the other day," ignoring her complaint for the sake of better positioning his erection within his slacks.
"Yea, well, that was when you were the participant. You're not supposed to do anything to yourself now."
She might be right about that. He wasn't as familiar with the rules as his sister, The Program being at Abberville rather than Templeton. Well, he was done anyway, having found more comfortable lodging within his boxers and slacks for his stiffened dick. It was time to move on to something else. "Okay, next, get down on your knees, in front of me."
Mary let go of her breasts to get into the position.
"No, no," he admonished her, "keeping showing them off."
She sighed deeply, inadvertently causing her breasts to fill and rise up. She grasped hold of them again.
"Actually," he said, "hold the left one but put the thumb of your right hand in your mouth, like you're all innocent and sweet and everything, and look real coy and shy at me."
Mary had for the most part just been scowling. Giving him a really seductive, flirtatious and coy expression wasn't too easy, but she did it, looking up into his eyes like a sweet little darling, sucking self-consciously on her thumb, while she kneels naked before him. The only advantage to this pose, for her, was that her thighs were now closed. He couldn't see her slit anymore.
'Yea, this was good,' Jeff thought. He sorely wished he could take a picture, but he knew that was a clear violation. Plus, digital photos like this often wind up on the internet, and he really wouldn't want that to happen to Mary. He wouldn't do it himself, but all he would have to do was to loan his cell phone to someone and they might discover the picture buried within a file. But, it really was a wonderful Kodak moment.
"Okay," he said, a bit breathlessly, "clasp your hands behind your head and spread open your knees, your thighs."
Well, so much for being able to hide herself.
Jeff so much wanted to grab hold of his cock now. This was a traditionally submissive pose. Clasping the hands behind one's head also raised up and presented the breasts more fully, plus doing so in a manner that expressed their open availability, that her hands were held back and would not attempt to interfere with any potential interest in touching them, fondling them, squeezing and pawing them, and Jeff certainly had considerable interest in doing that. Plus, her thighs were spread open now as well, revealing, displaying, her cunt in manner that was comparable in revelation and implication. In fact, with her thighs wide open, so was Mary's slit. It was no longer this innocent, simple, nondescript crack. One could now see moist inner lips, the fleshier, wet inner lips of Mary's cunt.
The implication and meaning of the position was apparent to Mary, and she could feel her heart beating. Nor did it help that her brother was standing before her with a very apparent erection in his pants. It was really only just inches from her eyes and he wasn't doing anything to hide or conceal it. Well, perhaps one consolation was that it was at least still in his pants.
"That's really, really very nice," Jeff observed, speaking rather softly, feeling a little humbled and even dumbstruck by the sight of his younger sister so submissively posed and presented. Frankly, any girl presenting herself this way would be quite erotic, particularly a girl as pretty and appealing as Mary and, more to the point, this was Mary. He would admit, as perhaps any normal, healthy young man would, of having occasional fantasies about his younger sister, and now she was kneeling before him, seeming to be submitting to his wants, his interests, his lust. He would not be able to last much longer without touching, handling, his cock.
Mary had never felt more openly exposed. Yet, strangely, she could also feel herself responding to it. She was no longer diddling her nipples but they were still sticking out stiff and perky. They did like showing off. Yes, it was her brother's cock that was bulging out his pants, but that was the cock that Sara and Patsy had enjoyed so much the other day, the cock that Sara had kept suggesting that she touch and fondle as well. She had not done so, but she certainly had thought about it. She could feel her thighs getting warm, her cunnie getting moist. Much as she would hate to admit it, she was becoming aroused. She sorely hoped that her brother would not notice.