Chapter1-1
In Between Dream and Reality
Part 2
My foster mom asked me to take Sparky for a quick walk and secretly bring him into my brother's room, since dogs are usually not allowed inside. It didn't matter if he was housebroken; they didn't approve of it. Plus, my dad didn't see the point of bribing them for just one night when the house was empty. While Mom gave them each a bath, Dad and I decided to share a hot shower. We promised mom to save some hot water for her, but dad playfully winked at me and turned on the TV as we waited. Mom grinned when she realized we had waited for her. It was mostly dad's idea, wanting both of us to give her a bath, and she gladly took the opportunity.
As we soaped mom down, she moaned in pleasure. We even played some naughty games that ought to be illegal. Dad took the lead in showing me all the spots that mom liked the most and how it drove her crazy. I was grateful that the house was empty because mom can be quite loud. She told us that we would pay dearly for teasing her like this. Dad focused on her back and neck while I did some naughty things to her breasts and sweet spot. Her moans grew louder as I used my tongue and gently caressed her nipples.
Mom enjoyed kissing both of us as we turned her around, giving dad and me access to both sides. The only complaint mom and dad had was about the size of the tub and shower. They wished we had one like the one at our cabin. Personally, I have to agree; it was more exhausting doing everything while standing up or on our knees. Mom returned the favor, getting us both very aroused and ready to continue. Thanks to some pills, dad and I knew we would be ready to go again within the hour.
Mom's frown quickly turned into a mischievous smile as she teasingly took her tongue to our crotches, savoring the taste of our sweet nectar. She jokingly pointed out that we both needed a shave and expressed his eagerness to take care of it himself. Dad said the same thing to her, having me check after he did. Mom moaned as we spread her sweet spot with our tongues and fingers. Normally, Dad would do it and make sure she was groomed and just as clean as we were, but tonight Dad wanted me to do it. Which was not a big deal, because I had done it before on Mom and my three mermaids and their mother and Dillon and his Mom.
We cleaned up the water on the floor and adjourned to the bedroom. Dad handed me the razor and the shaving cream with a large basin of water, being very careful not to spill it on the carpet. Placing towels under it and on the bed so we would not get the bed wet. Dad had me do Mom first, saying he wanted me to do him as well. Again, no big deal because I have had lots of practice. I was a little concerned when I went home, and my mother found me groomed, leaving me without any pubic hair at all.
I was also concerned about the boys in gym class and my sports where we showered together. I wondered if they would make fun of me. Even though Mom told me to tell them it was more sanitary and easier to keep clean. And if they said anything at all, all I would have to say is I have been with many girls over the summer, and they like it that way. Whispering in their ear as I tell them what they do to it because it is well groomed. Then see how fast they do it too and find out that I was right. After all, I do have pictures to prove it.
Even though I did not need Dad to guide me, he wanted to show me what I could do while I was doing it. Dad had me use my tongue several times to determine if I had gotten it smooth enough. He even had me tickle her with my penis, something I was still uncomfortable about. Only when it comes to women like Mom, but when it came to girls my age, I was more than comfortable about it. For the moment, I did not need to insert it, just used it to draw across it just enough to tease her with it on the edges on the inside. Mom groaned as she wanted me to put in all the way, but for now, I let Dad show me and repeat everything he did with him. Even though he put his in further than I did. He knew I was avoiding the issue, and I knew he and Mom would no longer let it stand. Irrespective of the number of sexual encounters I've had with girls during our vacation.
Every aspect of her grooming was immaculate, from her styled hair to her smooth armpits and trimmed breast hair. Dad was eagerly waiting for me to do him, and I didn't need Mom's guidance because I knew exactly how Dillon and his Dad preferred it. They appreciate the level of excitement I bring, encouraging them to become erect, often through oral stimulation. Over time, I grew comfortable with this and no longer felt any apprehension. Like Dad said I too would get a taste for it, and he was right. I liked it just as much as a girl's sweet spots, even though they are totally different. I couldn't figure out why Shawn and they preferred it over girls. I have had enough to know that girls are better than boys and Dads.
Even though I didn't fully stimulate Dad as he preferred to engage in lots of foreplay before reaching climax, we would all lie on the bed and share the experience together. Mom was skilled at manicures for both hands and feet, and I personally preferred her to do mine, as did Dad, including our armpits. Although I could have climaxed sooner and more frequently than Dad, they chose to save that for other activities they had in mind. I was comfortable with everything else, except for having actual sex with Mom, which was my main concern.
With great care, Dad emptied the water, meticulously cleaned the razor, and shaved off his facial hair. Due to the scratchiness, they no longer kissed or licked his face fully. Affectionate pecks on the cheek or passionate kisses on the lips were now a thing of the past, even for my brothers, who were also taught to behave this way towards girls, family, and close friends. However, this aspect was becoming less important as well, as it was now mandatory to have a clean mouth before and after every kiss or oral stimulation after each session, which happened frequently for me and my brother. As a result, we found ourselves using more toothpaste and mouthwash these days, although it's possible that this was always the case.
Until now, they hadn't informed me about this practice, as they had more trust in me and believed I was ready. The real question was whether I was truly prepared or if they were waiting for me to prove my trustworthiness, which I consistently did in any situation they presented me with. Unlike the previous night, Dad wasn't rough or abrasive with me tonight. He simply expected me to participate and set my feelings aside. Essentially, he wanted me to face the situation head-on instead of running away due to my belief that it was wrong.
To be honest, I felt confused and uncertain about what was truly right or wrong anymore. However, I had no choice but to trust the judgment of my foster parents and believe that I wasn't engaging in any wrongdoing. The idea that it was wrong had been deeply ingrained in me through religious teachings and the conventional values upheld by my biological parents.
Like tonight, as Dad shows the act of bringing us closer, showing me the profound connection that can be achieved through physical intimacy with Mom. She wanted me to watch him while he performed the act, whether I was sitting or lying on top of her. I couldn't help but cringe, fully aware that there was no way to avoid the inevitable. I set aside my personal sentiments and convictions, doing my utmost to comply. It didn't matter that Dillon, and all the girls had taught me on the fine points of sex and intimacy. There was always more I could learn; my secret was no longer a secret. Both Mom and Dad have openly expressed their acceptance and support regarding my sexual relationships with multiple girls in the nudist colony as well as several nudist boys, my now concern was what was going to happen when I got back and how my mother and more, so my grandmother was going to take the news about all of this and more so me being bisexual.
The major dilemma I faced revolved around the complex situation of being sexually involved with my foster Mom and women who shared similar traits. In my heart, I held the unwavering certainty that hell awaited me. The thought of being surrounded by countless others, some of whom had become my closest friends, provided a peculiar sense of comfort.
Dad instructed me to do it on top, making me climb on top of Mom. I found that part to be quite achievable, having enjoyed doing it multiple times with both girls my age and Mom, plus my boyfriend Dillon and my three younger foster brothers. This experience filled me with a sense of unwavering confidence.
Mom added two additional tasks tonight because I had been unwilling to do them last night. In the depths of the night, she posed the question of which flavor I wished to use on her with, reminiscent of the way I had approached my encounters with other girls my age at the nudist colony, seeking to find familiarity in this unfamiliar situation. I decided on the delicious combination of passion fruit and watermelon, while also expressing my desire for strawberries.
Mom smiled, having Dad open the box that held twenty-four flavors. Some of them I have not tried yet. Instead of Dad or her placing them on her she wanted me to do it. Ok, something I was ok with. I put it in multiple spots and added a different flavor to each of her breasts, adding an undertone of strawberries. Dad picked three more without telling me what they were and placed them in spots Mom really liked, including her sweet spot. I didn't mind it happening again, since it was nothing different from what I was used to. It was time to confront the inevitable—the intimate part that I had been dreading, where Mom and Dad expected me to engage in sexual activity with her.
Before diving into the main event, Mom encouraged me to engage in some gentle, arousing activities to enhance my comfort and readiness. Dad relaxed as he stretched out on the bed next to us. I knew he was hard seeing his arousal jump to fully aroused. If he were any harder, we could have used his penis as a crowbar. In his anticipation, watching him use his hand as he pleasured himself, yearning for me and Mom to hasten our activities so he could engage in our sexual adventures together.
Unlike in the past, I no longer get immediately aroused when I see my mom or any other girls my age naked. I do not experience any sexual arousal or attraction towards naked boys or men, such as Shawn and his friends. Instead, it evokes a profound sense of sickness and revulsion, as I am repelled by the twisted ideas that occupy their disturbed minds, provoking a surge of anger that compels me to imagine brutal acts of vengeance. Upon seeing Mom completely naked, Dad's gaze intensifies, his anticipation and arousal escalating as me and Mom embark on sexual foreplay, much like my own experiences with girls my age and my boyfriend Dillon.
Despite being aware of my avoidance of having sexual intimacy with my foster Mom, Dad gave me the freedom to take things at my own pace. He reassured me that there was no rush, making it clear that we wouldn't leave until he and I had fulfilled our sexual obligations to him and my foster Mom. I didn't mind sleeping with Mom and Dad—it was something I had done countless times and actually enjoyed. Even though I knew it would undoubtedly trigger a severe reaction from my biological father, I couldn't deny the thrill and excitement that came from engaging in an array of intimate experiences with a diverse group of nudist girls and boys over the last two weeks.
Not only did I come to terms with my bisexuality, but I also found a boyfriend who, along with a group of nudist girls and boys, helped me explore my sexuality and lose my virginity multiple times. Personally, I loved every minute of it, well except the part about having actual sex with Mom or a woman like her. According to Dillon, Mom, and Dad themselves, even they acknowledged this. I will find joy in simply doing it, without letting external perceptions affect my enjoyment.
Mom's gasp filled the room as I savored Mom's juicy breasts covered in my chosen flavors, my tongue exploring every crevice and leaving behind a trail of affectionate kisses and occasional nibbles. Dad's anticipation skyrocketed as he observed me, but this time, the focus was solely on me. Once I gathered enough courage, my tongue ventured down Mom's navel, creating a sensation that transported me back to the days spent with my three mermaids and the many girls and boys at the nudist colony. Quieting her with a gentle touch, her moans intensified, our mouths meeting in a fervent embrace, as we shared breaths and explored the depths of our desires.
With a mix of excitement and caution, I captured her lips, gently pulling them downwards. Softly and deliberately, I placed tender kisses along her neck, savoring every moment of the experience. As I anxiously waited for Mom and Dad's reprimand, I found myself unable to resist the urge to savor the taste of her earlobes. A part of me secretly wished they would bring me to a standstill, causing me to question the path I was on. Yet instead, they encouraged and intensified the intimacy of my sexual journey with my foster Mom, making it even more profound.
In a bold move, Mom eagerly clasped Dad's hand, hoping to include him in our lovemaking. I swiftly intervened, preventing her from going any further. She was not Mom anymore. She transformed into my mermaid, her hands intertwining with mine as she raised them above her head in a mesmerizing display. As I imagined this intimate encounter, my mind conjured up a scene where my mermaid girls served as my guides, intensifying our sexual intimacy even further. I would teasingly lick their armpit, sending shivers down their spine, before sensually caressing each of their fingers, igniting their senses. As I lay on top of her, my foster Mom moaned and shivered, resembling the movements of a mermaid. As I followed my favorite pattern back to her mouth, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of our deepening kiss.
Mom screamed my name in a pure orgasm state. "Tiger! Where did you learn that and from whom?"
All I heard was. "Yes! Yes! My yummy little spider, make love to me!" I cupped a breast and did the same to the other as I followed the sweet line between them as I felt my mermaid arch her back as she climaxed as I nibbled across to each of her nipples, I could feel her fingers scraping my back, and shoulders. I was getting very hard. I could feel the wetness around my groin and stomach. For a brief moment, I returned to my reality, as my intimacy was on the brink of going even deeper. With each passing moment, our intimacy with my foster Mom grew stronger, and I found myself hoping against hope that either of them would stop me from venturing into the uncharted territory of the moral ramifications. Rather than suggesting we stop, both of them motivated me to keep going. Dad's eyes never left me, and I couldn't help but notice the sweat trickling down his face.
I plunged my penis inside my mermaid as she gasped, feeling me thrust hard and kept thrusting back and forth, keeping a steady hard rhythm. "Harder!" She gasped, her orgasmic screams echoing through the room as I intensified my efforts. Without hesitation, I reached out and cupped her breasts, bringing them closer to me as I indulged in the taste of her nipples. Isza had a deep fondness for that particular thing.
I kept my rhythm, pulling her forward so I could dip harder and further as Dad had instructed me to. Isza, not Mom, as I brought us both forward using the skills that Dad showed me only by doing it harder than he did. She screamed. "Yes! Yes, Tiger!" Again, all I heard was. "Yes! Yes! My little spider!" I folded my legs to her side as I kept my rhythm. Never stopping, always going harder and deeper, as I rocked my hips with hers. I slipped back and forth, with my mouth busy on her breast as I wrapped my arms around my mermaid.
She climaxed again, feeling something wet between my legs, something I had never felt before. I liked it. It made me harder, wanting more when I quickened my pace and wrapped my arms around my mermaid tighter. Letting my fingers and hands trail up and down her back as we rocked and thrust back and forth. Taking her mouth and doing all the things I had learned. I placed my head inside her breasts as we pulled ourselves closer. Once again, her inner wetness intensified, becoming even slicker and more pleasurable.
In the throes of ecstasy, her screams filled the room as her nails left marks on my back, a testament to the intensity of our passion. Finally, I reached the peak of pleasure, feeling an overwhelming release. It was an incredible feeling of release; unlike anything I had ever felt. I maintained my pace as I gently set her down, the heat from our naked bodies creating a warm, intimate sensation, while beads of sweat rolled down our foreheads. She moaned hoarsely as I slid slowly out of her just enough, stayed inside, and followed my tongue back to her breasts and back down to her navel. I teased her with my tongue, tracing a tantalizing path over her velvety folds, until I reached the sweet spot that never fails to drive Isza to the brink of ecstasy.
I spread her legs to gain access and finding both me and her there and liking it more than I thought I would. I dug my fingers and tongue deeper to get every drop as she lay there panting and moaning. I slid down further to each of her legs, crossing over her sweet spot and back down the other side and back up and taking her between the legs. I followed my course as I had done several times with my mermaids and all my many nudist girls and made my way down to her ankles and followed it all the way down to her toes.
Slowly, I traced my way back up, savoring the taste of her feet on my tongue as Isza moaned in ecstasy. Nibbling softly on her sweet spot feeling her arch her back screaming. "Tiger! My Tiger!" Only hearing "My little spider!"
Letting our sweat lubricate us as I made my way back to her breasts and taking my time as I followed my pattern, never changing it as I reached her mouth and kissed her, whispering. I affectionately referred to her as, "My little moonflower," flashing a silly grin as I locked my feet and legs, encouraging her to roll on top of me.
She cried. "Tiger! My sweet Tiger!"
The transition from my dream state to reality was abrupt, and I was greeted by the sight of tears streaming down Mom's face. The weight of my actions sank in, and I quickly apologized to Mom for my rough behavior. As she kissed me passionately, her body pressed against mine, creating an intense and intimate connection. The intensity of Mom's hug conveyed an overwhelming sense of love and admiration.
In that instant, I experienced an unparalleled feeling of importance, despite the world's disapproval of my actions. The teachings I had received as a member of the LDS faith had shaped my perspective throughout my life, firmly grounding my belief. Despite my doubts about these teachings being the narrow-minded views of arrogant individuals, another issue arose when it was revealed that I am bisexual. And to make matters worse, they also discovered all the recent self-discoveries I've made.
Dad choked in surprise when she said it as if she had dared him to do better. With sweat making our naked bodies glisten, she giggled and wriggled away from me. It took a minute for him to find his voice, his throat constricting with nervousness. Dad's confession caught me off guard, as he admitted to never expecting my first real intimate moment with Mom. "You treated the girls at the nudist colony in the same way? You and your boyfriend, Dillon?"
As my laughter and cringing intertwined, a unique medley of emotions formed within me. "Yes, Dad," I admitted, my voice tinged with guilt, "I genuinely apologize if I've made a mistake. Even though I didn't want to, I mustered up the courage to do it because both you and Mom pushed me to." Seeing them both nod, I realized that they were accepting responsibility for my actions, absolving me of any guilt. I couldn't shake my serious doubts about my mother and grandmother's explosive response once they discovered what I had done, but there was no turning back now.
In a soft, hushed voice, Mom whispered the endearing nickname I had given her. "My moonflower." Dad's realization hit him like a ton of bricks - the passionate, mind-blowing encounter I was engaged in was not with Mom, but with Isza, one of the Rockwater daughters, who had long fueled my wildest fantasies. Both he and Mom knew very well about my involvement in sexual activities, not only with them but also with multiple girls at the nudist colony. This had been their intention all along, as they hoped it would divert me from exploring my sexuality and prevent me from ending up like their son Shawn, who was gay.
Mom spanked my butt not hard telling me to hit the showers. I heard her moan. "There is no way he's gay Robert, or like Shawn, not even Shane could give it that good."
Dad said. "Karen, I understand it now, but I can't help but worry about his sexual encounters with those three Rockwater daughters and all the other girls he and Dillon had relationships with. Once his mother and grandmother find out, it will be like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode, and unfortunately, we played a part in pushing him towards it.
Mom said. "Yes, Eric, who is almost seventeen, has reached a level of maturity. Would soon become sexually active. Whether it occurs at home or at a nudist colony, it is a natural progression that is safer to explore in a controlled environment. While it might not be the perfect solution, it's still preferable to the alternative, and over time, they will probably change their minds."
I heard the door close as I slipped inside the tub and lay back, closing my eyes and yelling. "What have I done?" Mom came in and had me slide forward so she could climb in behind me. She hugged me tight, having me lie back against her. She kissed me on the head, telling me I had done nothing wrong, nothing that she and Dad did not ask me to do or teach me to do.
Testing my arousal, she lovingly massaged me, gauging my eagerness for a repeat performance. As her lips met mine, I could feel the intensity of her passion in every kiss. "Being bisexual, you're going to have the fortune of being embraced by many girls and boys who will never want to let you go, just like I did when you made love to me," she said. "You know, son, we will be doing lots of that and more often once we get home?"
My throat tightened as I forced back words, desperately clinging to the hope that this was all just a figment of my imagination, though deep down I knew it was not. Oh, God, I seriously need that handbook on life to help me navigate through the difficulties of my new life. My mother and grandmother will be absolutely livid when they inevitably discover the truth. Not only am I bisexual, but I also indulged in a multitude of sexual experiences at a nudist colony throughout my summer vacation. To make matters even more complicated, I am now in a serious relationship with a boyfriend and now more so when they find out I am having sex with my foster mother; they are going to go through the roof, and possibly faint or have a heart attack or all the above. I am so dead.