Gladys
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Mom and Dad decided to take us out to dinner again. We all changed into clothing that was appropriate for a restaurant. I wore a skirt and a sleeveless top that buttoned up the front. My brother wore kaki shorts and a tee shirt. Mom wore a halter sundress and Dad had on slacks and a sports shirt.
We picked a restaurant and were seated in a booth. Mom and I sat on one side across from my dad and brother. After the server gave us our menus and took our drink orders, we all started to make out decisions for dinner. While I was looking over the selections, I purposely knocked my napkin on the floor. I asked my brother to pick it up for me and he ducked under the table.
While Eddie was reaching for the napkin, I opened my legs so he could look up my skirt. His head bumped the table hard and he came up rubbing the back of his head. My brother gave me a dirty look and then began to grin. I wasn't wearing any panties.
After dinner, we all walked down to the end of the main street and joined a growing group of people that gathered every night to watch the sunset. Mom and Dad were ahead of my brother and me holding hands as they walked. I wanted to take my brother's hand, but decided that it wouldn't be a good idea.
"I'm sorry I made you bump your head, Eddie. I just wanted to surprise you." I giggled, thinking about how much fun it was to tease me brother.
"You sure did surprise me, Jen, but that's not the half of it. Mom isn't wearing any panties either!"
I started to laugh and thought to myself, 'like mother like daughter.'
The sunset was breath taking. I stood next to Eddie, my hip touching his several times, and watched as the large orange ball sank into the ocean. When the sun was only a half a sphere, the water reflected its mirror image. I felt my brother's arm circle my waist and pull me to his side.
As the sun made its final decent, I sighed and rested my head on Eddie's shoulder. My mom was right next to my brother and me, her arm around my dad. I saw her glance at Eddie and me out of the corner on my eye, and then smile.
At that moment, I didn't care if my parents saw us or not. I felt so complete at Eddie's side and my heart was full. There was no tingle, no quivers and no sexual desires. There was only contentment. I shifted my eyes back to my parents and saw that both of them were looking our way, both of them smiling.
The large crowd was silent, almost reverent, as the moments between light and darkness passed. It wasn't until it was totally dark that the people around us began to talk and walk away.
Eddie squeezed me briefly and then removed his arm from my waist. I felt like I'd lost something as we broke contact, but knew in my heart it was only temporary. Mom and Dad turned to face us and Mom grinned.
"That was so beautiful, Mom," I said softly.
"Yes it was, Jen. It was very beautiful," Mom replied her smile widening.
We started back to the boat as the street became alive with milling people and music coming from the bars that lined it. I had never really paid attention to it in the past, but tonight I was fully aware of the couples. I noticed how they walked with one another, how they held hands or had their arms around the other's waist. I saw smiles, heard laughter and I grinned, as they would steal a kiss.
Before we reached the boat, we stopped and bought ice cream cones. The four of us sat on a bench, outside of the shop, and ate our cones. I saw Mom nudge Dad, open her mouth wide and cover her ice cream, her lips going down to the edge of the cone. She slowly pulled back her mouth; her eyes locked with my dad's, and licked her lips when they cleared the cold white ice cream.
Dad grinned and flicked his tongue at the top of his ice cream and they both laughed. I remembered when I watched them on the patio the night they made love and fought the urge to giggle. My parents went through the same display a couple more times before Dad said it was time to go.
As we meandered back to the boat, I couldn't help but wonder if they were going to make love that night.
When we arrived at the boat, Dad brought out the deckchairs and arranged them in the cockpit. We all sat and talked about the fishing we would do the next day. A slight breeze had come up and, the way I was sitting, I could feel the cool night air against my panty-less pussy and I opened my legs a little.
It was about nine o'clock when my parents announced they were going to bed. They reminded Eddie and I that we had to get up early and told us not to stay up too much longer. My brother assured them that we would go in soon and our parents went into the salon.
I watched as my dad grabbed Mom's butt and she scurried across the salon, and down to the staterooms.
"Today was really strange, wasn't it?" Eddie said.
"Yeah, it sure was."
"I would have never guessed that Mom and Dad were nudists, would you?"
"No, not really. I mean I knew they swam naked in the pool at home, but I had no idea that they did it in public."
"How did you know they swim nude, Jen?"
"I saw them once. I got up to get a drink and they were out there."
"Why didn't you tell me about it?"
"I don't know, I guess I didn't think it was important."
Eddie sat quietly for a moment and then said, "Jen, how do you feel about all this naked stuff?"
I shrugged my shoulders. The fact was, I really liked the idea of the nudity, but I still had a few reservations. I didn't know exactly how to work into it. Did I just start running around the house without anything on, or did I just wait and see what happened when we got home.
"I haven't really decided how I feel about it, Eddie. I guess it's okay, but I wouldn't want to do it all the time," I paused and then added, "I don't mind you seeing me naked, though. How about you?"
"Oh, I don't mind seeing you naked, in fact I really like it."
"Not that, you jerk! How do you feel about being naked?"
"I'm sort of embarrassed by the thought of being naked, especially in front of Mom and Dad, but mostly Mom and you I guess."
"Why me? I've seen you naked."
Eddie shifted in his chair and cleared his throat.
"It's different for girls, Jen. You can't tell when a girl is all turned on, but it's real easy to tell on a guy."
"I see what you mean, but Dad wasn't all hard when we were at the beach today. Maybe you have to get used to seeing naked girls."
"I don't know why Dad wasn't affected, I sure was! I was hard most of the time, that is until we went into the water and you, you know."
I giggled and said, "Yeah, I know! What was Mom talking about when she said she knew how teenage boys woke up in the morning?"
Eddie blushed and said, "I have a boner when I wake up."
"Every morning?"
"Just about."
"Oh, I guess I can see how that would be a little embarrassing. Maybe I should start waking you up. I like your boners!"
"That would be great! You could come into my room and jack me off every morning, that way I wouldn't get a boner at school, at least not until later," he giggled.
"You get hard at school! Why?"
"I don't know; I just do. Sometimes I'll just be sitting in class and I'll get one for no good reason."
"Oh, we could meet at lunch!"
We both started laughing and made a few nasty comments about playing around at school.
"Is that the only reason you don't want to be naked; because you get hard?"
Eddie looked down and shook his head, "I'm not very big," he said quietly.
"What difference does that make? I think you have a nice cock, even if yours is the only one I've ever seen hard."
I thought about my dad, but I wasn't going to mention anything about that.
"It just does, just like it does to girls with small boobs."
I understood what my brother was saying. I knew that I was always checking out the other girls in the locker room, comparing my tits to theirs. At that point, I didn't really know what to say so I changed the subject.
I nodded to acknowledge Eddie, and then I said, "I think we should go to bed now. We have to get up real early and I don't want to be tired all day tomorrow."
My brother and I put the chairs away, went into the cabin and down to the staterooms. While he was in the head, I changed into my nightshirt. I was going to put on a pair of panties, but changed my mind. Before Eddie returned, I climbed up into the upper berth and pulled the covers over me.
Eddie came back into the room, told me goodnight and climbed into the bed below me. I leaned over the edge, smiled at him and said, "Goodnight, Eddie. I had a really great day today."
"Me too, Jen."
Mom woke us at five o'clock the next morning and told my brother and me it was time to get ready. When she left the room, I climbed down and confirmed what my brother had said about boys and their morning hard ons. I reached under the sheet that covered Eddie, found his cock and rubbed it for a moment.
"Wow, it's like this EVERY morning?"
Eddie batted my hand away, sat up and said, "Like I said, almost every morning. Now get out of my way so I can go to the head."
I put on my underwear, a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. When my brother came back, I went to the head.
Mom and Dad were in the salon drinking coffee when I walked in. Mom had two bowls of cereal on the table and two glasses of orange juice. My brother and I ate while Dad went out and started the boat's engines. Once we were finished, Eddie and I went out to tend to the lines.
My brother and I released the dock lines from the cleats and Dad pulled the boat out of the slip. We all gathered on the flying bridge and watched as Dad maneuvered the boat out of the marina and into the ocean. When we were about a mile out, Dad set the autopilot and told me to watch where we were going. I climbed into the helmsman's seat and looked from side to side for other boats.
Dad and Eddie went down to the cockpit to get the tackle ready.
"You and your brother looked cute together last night at the sunset," Mom said as she slipped into the seat next to mine.
I grinned, not knowing what to say.
"I'm really happy to see you two getting along better, I didn't like it when you kids were always fighting."
"I guess we're just growing up, Mom. He isn't such a bad guy."
"Have you had a chance to think about the things we talked about yesterday?"
"Yeah, I have been thinking about it, Mom."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"What do you think about the fact that your father and I are naturalists, now that you've had a chance to think about it?"
"I guess it's okay, if that's what you and Dad want to do. I just don't know if I'm ready for it. I like the idea of being topless, and after yesterday I guess that there's no need to be shy around the house, but I don't think I want to go to nude beaches and stuff like that, not right now anyway."
"I can understand how you feel, Jenny. I didn't go naked outside of our little group until after you and your brother were here. What does Eddie think about it? Did you two talk?"
"Yeah, we talked about it. He doesn't want to do it in front of strangers either, Mom. I think he's self conscious."
"What is your brother self conscious about?"
I giggled and said, "I think he's worried about his, you know."
"His penis? Eddie's afraid he won't measure up, so to speak?"
I laughed and nodded.
"MEN! They think that all women care about is the size of their dicks."
We both laughed for a few minutes.
"Well, don't girls care about the size of their boobs?"
"Some do, others don't. I happen to be fine with mine."
Dad came up to the bridge, reached over me and pulled back on the throttles. When he had the speed where he wanted it, he told me to watch the compass and make sure we were going north. I took the wheel, turned off the autopilot and steered the boat onto a north course. My dad went back down to the cockpit and helped my brother set the lines.
For the next hour, I kept the boat pointed north. I spent most of my time watching the compass, but also looked down at my dad and brother. They stood watching the rods, waiting for one of them to go off. Dad came back up and told me he wanted to change course. He carefully explained how to make the change, being careful not to turn to sharp.
"Okay, Jen. I want you to steer west for about a half an hour and then turn south. You have to remember that we have lines out and if you change directions too fast, you'll tangle them."
I followed my dad's instructions to a tee. He would shout up that I was doing great and I felt proud. It was great to know that my dad had enough confidence in me to drive the boat.
After another hour of fishing, without a bite, my mom left me alone at the wheel and went down to the cockpit. When she came back, she was wearing the bottoms to her tiny bikini. She settled back into the seat, put her feet up on the dash and clasped her hands behind her head.
"You know, honey, this is the life. I wish we could afford to spend all of our time out here."
Our boat's flying bridge had an enclosure around it and air conditioning. It was nice out on the water and I called down and asked my dad if he could roll up the soft clear plastic windows so my mom and I could feel the breeze. He came up, rolled the windows up and fastened them so they would be secure. He pointed to a switch on the dash and told me to turn off the air conditioner.
I decided that it was getting too warm for my tee shirt and removed it and the bra I had on. I sat back in the seat, smiled at my mom and enjoyed the feeling of the warm sea air on my bare chest. Dad came back up to give me more instructions and then left. He didn't seem to notice that I was sitting there with my boobs handing out.
Mom went down to prepare lunch and my brother joined me on the bridge. He stared at me for a few minutes and then sat down next to me. Fifteen minutes later, our mom brought lunch up to my brother and me.
Dad called up and told me I could turn on the autopilot while I ate and I flipped the switch. After looking out over the water to be sure there were no other boats around, I began to eat my sandwich and chips.
Eddie went to a hatch and opened it, he pulled out two cans of soda and handed one to me.
"It's cold," I said.
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be? I just took it out of the refrigerator," he said like I was stupid.
"I didn't know there was a refrigerator up here."
"Yup, there are a lot of great things on the boat," he giggled, "especially those!"
Eddie pointed to my boobs and I started to laugh. I put my soda down cupped my breasts and jiggled them at him. We continued to laugh and then our dad yelled up to make sure we were paying attention to where we were going.
"Yeah, Dad, I'm watching," I yelled down as I glanced into the cockpit.
Both of my parents were sitting in deckchairs, completely naked.
After I finished my lunch, I turned off the autopilot and went back to steering the boat. The seas were fairly calm and I could have left the autopilot on, but I felt in control when I was steering.
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Lady Kavanagh sized up the situation in the way one might expect a well-educated woman to: she was not in control. What’s more, she was acutely aware of the fact! “Fuck,” she muttered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Are you mumbling, ma’am?” Asked her youthful chauffeur, at least 15 years her junior. He was standing directly behind her and, although she could not see him, she was certain he looked menacing. “No”. “Good. You don’t look so posh with your fat ass stuck in the air,” remarked her driver. He...
SpankingThe Note 1 The next morning Ann was startled to wake from a deep and satisfied sleep at the crack of dawn. With no glass in the windows it was freezing and the dawn light shone right in her eyes through the open hayloft entrance. The straw mattress underneath her was little better than sleeping on a board; not like the silk sheets and thick mattress she was used to. It took her a moment to realise where she was. And who she was. Her head was fuzzy from the previous night's...
Mr. SingerI sat quietly at the office desk, gazing out of the large window at the snow-covered grounds of Wainwright Hall. The sloping acres were spotted with trees, now bare in the mid-winter chill. I had made Wainwright Hall my home for the past 12 years, but I still marveled at its beauty all year round. In the spring, the hills were covered in yellow and white wildflowers, and the trees were lush and green. Beyond the hills there was a small valley and a pond, a pleasant place in the warm...
[NOTE: Unfortunately this story was brought down by hasty editing, so in order that it's not left malformed, I have re-edited it. This was not just a proof-read, but there isn't anything new to those few who have already read it. Enjoy.] Lady Serpentine by Tegeli PART I - Refugee of Fire CHAPTER 1 The inland sea lapped against the galley hull, no louder than the man's last wheeze. I removed my dagger from the gushing chest and stood upright to make sure nobody had noticed the...
In the decade preceding the glorious victories of Henry V on the fields of France and long before he’d come of age, an ill-advised excursion to those same fields by his father Henry the IV resulted in unforeseen disaster and the capture of 5 English earls, eight hundred Knights and two thousand good esquires. As was the custom of the day: The Dauphin of France and his lieutenants, those who had captured without injury English warriors, held them in trade for English gold crowns. Repatriating...
I had been in South America for a bit making a few quid doing a bit of surveying like, but I got homesick and when I heard of this estate and mansion up for grabs at a knock down price I couldn’t resist. Time to put me feet up an enjoy some peace and quiet or so I thought. Trouble was I didn’t have time to become settled in me new place before the visitors started arriving. Just to make our acquaintance or so they said. They knew I were a widower and me lad were not wed. That was the...
The dinner started off tense, Lady Charlotte first meeting the men that were important in her daughter’s lives. Lord Michael had tried to explain them to Lady Charlotte, but she had a hard time grasping the reality that her young daughters were now women. This at a time when she was still trying to fathom and find the boundaries of her relationship with Lord Michael. Lady Charlotte scanned the men, starting with Lord Roger Bigod. His family was one of the richest and most powerful. Lord...
The events in this story are true. They happened over 10 years ago, but it’s still a very fond memory. “Lady Ariadne” and I remain friends, though not a couple. My girlfriend, Ariadne, and I practiced S + M with me usually in the dominant role. When I spanked her just right, she orgasmed, a tremendous turn on for both of us. On the occasions I was the submissive, I’ve always hoped to come while being spanked. Ariadne and I had the best sexual couplings either of us has ever experienced. At the...
You Have to do the Right Thing 1 Lady Ann Neville opened her eyes very quietly, without moving any part of her body, feeling the warmth and the comfort of this opulent bedroom; the silk sheets with a terrible poignancy. When she next went to sleep it would be on a rolled out straw mattress in a hayloft open to the elements, rats crawling through the shadows only yards away from her. And she wouldn't have this lovely soft slender body anymore that felt more comfortable and real...
Lady Sally Blackrook, Victorian Adventuress By Gincrack ([email protected]) Tormenting Technology! Lady Sally Blackrook looked down at the sabre tip pressing firmly against the front of her bodice. It had been a short fight and from the beginning she knew that her chances of killing or incapacitating the five armed men were low if not virtually non-existent despite her prowess with a blade. Still several of the men nursed wounds to their arms and faces, her own blade coloured with their...
The events in this story are true. They happened over 10 years ago, but it’s still a very fond memory. “Lady Ariadne” and I remain friends, though not a couple. My girlfriend, Ariadne, and I practiced S + M with me usually in the dominant role. When I spanked her just right, she orgasmed, a tremendous turn on for both of us. On the occasions I was the submissive, I’ve always hoped to come while being spanked. Ariadne and I had the best sexual couplings either of us has ever experienced. At the...
SpankingI found something more last time here in Da Nang, a male who was a female, or trying to be: Bo, who worked in the hotel I stayed at, and she gave me a taste of the future with another – perhaps better person – and indirectly introduced me to a new world, new lovers, my first glory-hole, and a new passionate lifestyle, and I was back for more…. I had left Da Nang last time after having been delayed by a tropical storm for an extra two days, but in those two days I had a whirlwind –or even...
Ever More Obsequious 1 The woman who would one day soon be the wife of Lord Richard Hurley, woke up early with a delicious smile on her face. She had a long hot bubble bath, loving the luxury of it then ate a tasty breakfast with her grandmamma out on the balcony, chatting excitedly about ideas for the wedding. Ann felt entirely happy; satisfied in a way she didn't remember ever feeling before, as though not only was life perfect for her now, but it always would be perfect...
Lady Kathryn?s Punishment Synopsis Found guilty of theft and lewd behaviour, Lady Kathryn is publicly whipped and demoted to servant status for a year whilst Margaret, her maid, is elevated to take her place. Lady Kathryn?s Punishment by obohobo Warnings Please take note! The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. MF Whipping If you are underage or offended by such material, or if viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, c...
To Be a Man 1 Burt delivered the second of two great metal cylinders filled with milk to the back of the hall and turned to go but stopped when he heard his name. "Burt! I want a word with you." He turned to see Powell, the butler, emerge from the kitchen doorway looking even more stern and unforgiving than he usually did. "Yes sir?" he said, remembering only belatedly a time when this man would have followed his orders to the letter, instead of now, where he was the...
Life of Luxury 1 When he woke up in his cramped little hotel room, Ann reached for his coat and slipped the little framed picture he'd found in the hay barn drawer out and looked at the image of his real face. His woman's face. Lady Ann. He just stared at it for a minute or so, eyes flicking from one detail to another. He didn't think about doing it; he just did it. The woman in the photograph looked so beautiful; her eyes so bright. Her skin looked so soft. Looking down at...
Original Story by Eric - Expanded Edition by Emma In which...wishing to avoid a dull visit to her grandmother, Lady Ann Neville takes drastic steps; giving her a holiday from herself and getting a little too much information on how the lower orders live. Chapter One Lady & Servant 1 England 1908. It seemed to Burt that his life was always spent with his face pressed against the glass. He worshipped Lady Ann Neville more than he did god in church, but...
Lady Heather's Maid. By Trish. This is the story of how I was seduced from a university course that bored me into a life of skirts and service to Heather Lane. I first heard of Heather when I was about thirteen. It was after school one evening and as usual my mum was picking me on her way home from work. I was on first glance a typical teenage boy in most respects, for instance I was not happy about being forced to sit in the back because mum was giving Edith, her best friend a...
Chapter Thirty Two The Trial 1 Burt sat once again on the floor of his cell, his knees up in front of him, his head in his hands. He'd hardly slept. How could he, knowing what was happening to him today and how hopeless it was? Lady Ann was on her way back, at long last, and she would be just in time to witness him being carted off to prison, sentenced to years' imprisonment as a common thief. When he'd heard she was returning it had opened a crack in the certain knowledge...
The story below is based on an old Yahoo-chat environment long-since shut down. It was known as Lady Ann's Brothel, and I learned how to role play, as well as enjoy cyber-sex there. I spent a few years in the place and made a great many friends, a couple of whom I still get to stay in touch with, thankfully, but in SecondLife, instead of other chat rooms. If anyone from Lady Ann's ever reads this, they'll understand the conclusion of this chapter.As with my other works, I have posted this to...
The old house was way out in the country and I lived the by myself and that’s the way I liked it. I turned off the dirt county road and into the wagon trail driveway. I wondered if the mail had come and when I looked at the mailbox I saw a something on the ground in front of the post, kinda hid in the weeds. I got out and leaned over to pull what ever it was out of there. It was a pile of dirty magazines. My dirty magazines. Some of my best and filthiest porno that I looked at...
Taking Instruction 1 The filthy stable hand who once, only recently, had been the beautiful Lady Ann Neville, came slowly awake to the stench of manure. He was lying curled up tightly on the floor of one of the stable pens, freezing cold and aching from a night on the hard floor, a great pile of freshly steaming horse dung only inches from his nose. He shuddered. Surely it wasn't possible that this was really happening; that he was still stuck in Burt Harper's body; that he'd...
Chapter Thirty One No Escape 1 Burt sat on the floor of his cell as morning came, slumped against the wall at an angle so that he wasn't putting pressure on his back where the Earl's whip had flayed his skin. One knee was raised, his arm propped on it, covering his eyes. He had cried in the night, feeling even more deeply ashamed because of it, but the tears had run out now. His eyes were red raw. His throat felt swollen. When he'd been locked in the stocks it had taken time...