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Note : This story is completely fictional!
Mark, clad just in pajama bottoms, had just finished his bath. Busying himself with trying to watch a show on television he was getting frustrated as the sound fluttered and the picture went blurry
occassionally. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath and stormed toward the side room. Angrily shoving open the door he burst in in a huff of anger. "Damn it, mom, do you have to do that right now?"
"Sorry, Mark, I didn't realize it bothered you," she answered, as she turned, with a smile.
"Well, it does, mom," he confronted directly at her side. "The machine is screwing up the TV big time."
"Sorry, honey," saddening her anser, "but I'm almost done." Natalie backstitched the hem knotting the thread and cut it. Withdrawing it from the machine she held it up. "What do you think?"
"Well, I ah, think it looks nice," he stammered not knowing what to say. "What is it?" Picking up the one laying on a chair, near the sewing machine, he studied its detail. It was made of thin terrycloth, light blue in color, with a snap at the top and four velcro tabs, evenly spaced, along one side.
"You like it, huh?" Natalie asked as she saw him smile. "It's a beach coverup. "I made one for Kim, too."
"Kinda small, ain't it?"
"Shit, honey," Natalie laughed, "it only covers up a wet suit."
Mark tossed it back down on the chair and looked at his mother.
"Can you model it?"
"Sure, next time we go to the lake."
Disappointingly he cast his eyes down at the floor. "Not now?"
"Well, no, silly," she giggled, "my swimming suit is upstairs."
"Nuts," he said and turned towards the door shuffling his way towards it.
"Now don't go away in a tizzy, honey," she called after him watching him shuffle, disappointedly, through the doorway.
"Whatever," he muttered barely audible. Returning to the living room he plopped himself on the couch and returned his eyes to the show. In studying the beach towel coverup, hoping his mother could model it for him, he became excited at the thought of it. Plopping down on the loveseat couch, haphazardly, caused his now erect penis to emerge openly through the open flap of his pajamas.
Natalie entered the living room and came over to him. "Honey, don't be so disappointed." She sat down next to him, shoving his legs aside, and happened to catch a glimpse of his display. "Aren't we a little exposed?"
"Oh, who gives a flying fuck anyway?"
"Now now, Mark, don't be that way," Natalie rebuked. "What if your sister comes down?"
"Screw her, mom," he shot back.
"Oh come on, Mark," Natalie replied, "you don't mean that."
Sheepishly Mark looked at her, drawing his eyes from the television, "No, not really." Boldly he asked, "So what if she sees my dick?"
Natalie couldn't help but giggle at his casual remark. "Just humor me okay, honey. Stick that thing away." Seeing he made no movement to do that, she confronted him, "Fine then."
Mark was surprised that she grabbed his erect penis and slid it back under the flap of his pajamas. He was slightly open-mouthed when she gently let her fingers slide against his tightening balls.
Embarrassingly he commented, "Mom."
"Oh" she giggled a little redfaced, "don't be such a prude." Hoping not to embarrass him too much, trying to reassure, she added
nonchalantly, "It is nice, honey."
Mark blushed, "Ah well, thanks, mom, I think." He looked his mother squre in the eye and said bluntly, "Mom, please model what you made."
Turning her gaze towards the television, she retorted, "You want me too?" Turning her gaze towards him she added, "Really?"
Eagerly Mark answered with a grin crossing his lips, "Yeah."
"Okay," she answered and got up. "I'll put my suit on and then show you how it looks."
He watched his mother step onto the staircase. As her foot stepped onto the third stair he lamented, "Do you have too?"
Natalie stepped back into the room. "No, not really." She crossed the room and closed the door of the side room.
Mark had watched her enter the room and close the door. Now he wondered how she model it. He had his own ideas about it and hoped she might forgo her blouse and pants. Hopefully she would also relinquish her undergarments as well. But he knew, in the back of
his mind, that that was too much to hope for. Afterall, he reasoned, she would never do that. Sadly he shut off the television set and sat on the loveseat in a stupor.
Natalie emerged from the small room, clsoing the door behind herself. "Well, honey, do you like it?"
Mark looked up in amazement. It barely covered her allowing her cute figure to squeeze itself against the thin material. He could see the rounded tops of her medium breasts and, glancing downward, noticed that it just covered her upper thighs. He knew she had removed her bra but wasn't sure if she was brazen enough to remove her panties as well. "Looks great, mom," he praised staring at it.
Modelling it from all sides she smiled at his gleaming eyes as they studied her every move. "You want a soda or something?"
Mark jumpped off the loveseat and joined her side as she pushed open the kitchen door. "Yeah great. Can I have some cookies too?"
"Sure," Natalie replied as they entered the kitchen. "You get the platter while I see what we got in the way of soda."
Mark carefully climbed onto the counter and opened the cabinet door. Glancing around the door he saw her standing behind the open refridgerator door. "Nuts," he thought to himself and grabbed the platter. Slowly he stepped back down to the floor.
"So, what do you want, Mark? We got three orange, one grape, and
a coke."
"Oh, I don't know," he replied as he set the platter down on the far counter. Opening the cookie jar he scooped out some cookies. Glancing over at his mother staring into the fridge he said, "Can I have the coke, mom?"
"Sure, if you want," she replied. Under her breath, she muttered as squatted down with her back to the door, "Figures."
He looked over at her seeing the blue terrycloth coverup had creeped up her thigh. He strained to peek beneath but could not see anything. "Hey, mom, if it's too much trouble."
"If you want it I can reach it. It's in the back but I can get it okay." She spread her legs a few inches apart causing the bottom velcro tab to pop. Reaching into the fridge she almost fell backwards and spread her legs further apart for supoort as she stuggled her hand into the cold box. As her hand grabbed the coke her leg quivered causing two more velcro tabs to pop.
Mark had been watching her the whole time. Now that three of the velcro tabs had parted he was able to catch a glimpse beneath. He couldn't help but stare at her display. Her blonde hair framed her
vaginal mound so beautifully and being light in color allowed him to see her slit as well. "Damn," he thought to himself, "that's neat."
Natalie pulled the coke out. Looking up at him she noticed the direction of his eyes. "Damnit, Mark, don't just stand there like a dead duck, help me up."
"Oh yeah sure, mom," he giggled and came closer to her extending his hand.
Grabbing his right hand with her left she was pulled up quickly.
In the upward jerk his hand slipped from her grasp, just as she stood up, and palmed itself against her bush allowing him a generous feel.
"Sorry, mom," he apologized slowly removing his hand from between her legs.
Natalie just blushingly giggled, replying, "Get a good feel, honey?"
"Oh, mom," he embarrassingly answered casting his eyes toward the floor.
Kim came into the kitchen. "Hey, mom, did you finish my outfit?"
Turning to face her she quipped with a smile at her blonde haired daughter, "Yes, sweetie. It's in the sewing room."
"Okay," Kimberly replied bouncing happily out of the kitchen.
Natalie and Mark returned to the living room. "Oh, sweetie," she called just as Kim opened the door, "I made one for Mark, too. Can you bring that too?" Just as Kim entered the room Natalie called out, "You can model it for me. I want to see how it fits."
"Okay, mom," she called from the room, "but only if Mark models his."
"Okay, sis," he said and started for the door.
"Mark, let her be," Natalie stopped his forward movement. "You can change out here."
"Okay," he answered. Mark was hoping for the opportunity to expose himself to his sister and now he just might get the chance to do so orchestrated very skillfully, he thought, by his own mother.
Within minutes Kim emerged from the room wearing the yellow coverup. Mark studied her realizing it wasn't as big, nor did she fill it out as much, and quickly noticed it only had a snap and three velcro tabs and the middle one was the only one fastened along with the snap.
Kim tossed a green one to Mark. "I think this is yours." Entering the room further, she lamented, "Mom, I can't seem to get these two closed."
"Mark," Natalie ordered quickly, "help your sister."
"First you put yours on, silly," Kimberly giggled and watched as he dropped his pajama bottoms. Not having seen her brother before she couldn't help but stare at his genitals. His penis had since become flaccid but still pleased her eyes. "Well, you gonna help me or what?"
"Sure, sis," he replied, "in a sec. Let me put this on."
"No right now, this instant," she yelled. She watched as he crossed the room towards her, his penis swaying gently sometimes bouncing upward against the small thatch of light btown hair.
Joining her side he replied, "Okay, sis, stand still while I do this."
"Okay," she replied raising her arms.
Without any hesitation Mark slipped his hand beneath the material, allowing him to gently caress her small left breast sliding the tips of his fingers across her pouty nipple. He was surpirsed she didn't balk as he pushed the velcro pieces together closing it.
"Shit," he said as his hand palmed her breast resting on her nipple.
"Geez, Mark," she whimpered, "you should have thought of that."
Without thinking she undid the center closure. "Now, do you mind taking your hand off my titty."
"Sure, sis, sorry," he grinned as his hand slid downward. He reclosed the second one and moved onto the third one near her crotch.
Mark wondered if he should attempt a feel between her legs.
Deliberating his thoughts he realized that he had caressed his mother between her legs surely his sister was not different in that respect. But it would nice to find out. Carefully, so as to not arouse her suspicions, he gently slid his hand downward and took the liberty to gently fondle against her vaginal mound.
"Shit, Mark," she disgusted, "you sure are bold aren't you? How would you like it if I did this!?" She grabbed his genitals and softly toyed her hand over his penis and balls. As his penis erected itself in her hand, she smiled, "Wow, neat."
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