stood at the front door, ready to ring the bell.
I checked the buckle on my black hat. My breeches. My boots. Everything seemed just the way Staci had instructed.
And then it occurred to me that this would be the first time I'd see Staci wearing a Pilgrim outfit.
Actually, it occurred to me that this would be the first time that I'd see Staci wearing anything at all since in our entire relationship, I'd only seen her totally bare. Stark naked. From the first glimpse I ever got of her - to today. And to be fair, she'd never seen me wearing anything, either.
It made me smile to realize it.
And, I admit, it gave me a twinge in my under-breeches. Made my cock thicken in anticipation. Sure, I'd seen her smooth, creamy light-tan skin. Her swelling breasts. Her amazing butt. Her carefully-trimmed pubic furr. Many times. But still. Something about the anticipation of seeing her covered up - was - well - erotic.
Not that "erotic" was anything new to us. We hadn't known each other for very long. I spied her at the local swimming hole where the young adults congregated to get naked and party, and we hit it off immediately. I knew that she was something special when I couldn't take my eyes off her eyes. There was her entire naked body stretched out on her towel. And I did look - starting from her toes - her carefully-polished toenails and largeish feet gracefully connected to her calves... and thighs. Oh MY her thighs totally exposed and making the sunshine glad it found her. Then up to that amazing vee of furr where her thighs met.
Except that they didn't meet, exactly, because Staci was applying more sunblock to her legs - just as my gaze got there - so her hand was on her calf. Knee bent. Which left her pussy WIDE open to my gaze. The soft, beautiful pinkness of her labia just right *there* as I stood at her feet. I swear that I got a pretty good look at her sweet little clit peeking out from under her hood. Which made my cock swell and begin to bounce a bit.
But I tore my eyes away before she caught me staring - and I continued the vista of her body. Her young, lithe, sweet belly. The dent of her navel. The breath-taking sweep of her stomach - leading up to her amazing breasts.
Proud. Firm. Not huge, but just a really-nice handful each - topped with dark areolae and nipples that just begged to be sucked.
Then up to her neck - smooth - leading to her chin. A sweet mouth with bright red lipstick. A cute slightly-too-big nose.
And then I stopped.
Because my eyes found hers.
"and the Angels sang"
Deep pools of playful, laughing pupils surrounded by hazel. The kind of color that always seemed to change. Maybe blue. Maybe green. Maybe...
I realized that she'd been watching me the whole time.
Pulled her leg up purposely to give me a good look. Though she would never admit it.
Silently smiled at me in her mind when she saw my cock fatten and bounce in response.
Smirked at me for thinking that she hadn't known all along exactly where my gaze was.
And just what my reaction would be when I got to her eyes.
And I just couldn't tear my gaze anywhere else now that I'd gotten there - despite her whole nakedness taunting me to do so. My cock trying to get my attention to remind me what *it* wanted to explore.
I was a goner. I was in love.
So I introduced myself - only needing 3 tries to get my own name right, "Hi, I'm Me... I'm Magle... I'm MATT!"
Never breaking my gaze, she tilted her head a little - pretending to size me up - though I realized eventually that she'd already done that while I was 100 yards away - then smiled, gestured to the space beside her towel, and laughed "Staci. With an 'i'. Care to join me MeMagleMatt?"
I did. And love - and sex - blossomed over the coming weeks. I quickly found out that "Staci with an i" had quite an "eye" and noticed EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING I did - and she wasn't at all shy about nudity - or about sex. We explored each others' bodies and experimented with what worked - and what didn't - and then we fixed what didn't until it did. And it was very good.
But we had always met at the swimming hole and it just worked out that we were always entirely naked by the time we met up - so we had never seen each other clothed. Funny.
So here I stood at the door to the address she'd given me - dressed as a Pilgrim since she'd invited me to meet her family (!!) by sharing their Thanksgiving dinner. It turned out that her Mom was quite the seamstress and had decided to make "appropriate Festive wear" for everyone for the occasion. Including me.
I must admit that I wondered if the whole thing was a big prank on me: get me to show up in full costume and have a good laugh, but if it was, they had gone all out: my costume included appropriate "Pilgrim underwear" which they told me consisted of a long t-shirt-looking shirt, open at the bottom - under my coat and breeches. So. Essentially nothing specifically covering my man parts under my pants: "going commando"
I also had the usual kind of concerns about "meeting my family" but Staci and I had formed a real relationship and it was time to let her parents find out who she'd been spending time with.
So. I mustered up my courage and... pressed the doorbell button.
The door opened instantly. Like I said, nothing escaped Staci so she must have just been waiting inside the door while she let me stew, but I was totally disarmed by how cute she looked. Yes, she was in full Pilgrim garb as well: long linen dress, blue apron over it, cloth head-cover with narrow ties hanging down the sides of her face.
And a big smile. You're never fully dressed without one, you know.
She grabbed me and gave me a big hug and let her hand slide down to find the bulge in my breeches. Gave me a little squeeze and slid her cheek against mine as she whispered in my ear "I'm SO glad to see you, MeMagleMatt!" She wouldn't ever let me live down my stumble on our first meeting. But she felt so good against me that I just melted.
Particularly when, right there at the front door, door still open, she grabbed my wrist and guided my hand down to the bottom of her dress, then up. Up. UP, lifting her hem until she settled my hand right up between her legs. Firmly pressing me to her as I responded and naughtily pressed my middle finger right up between her lips and inside her for a little stroke or two.
Ummm... apparently Pilgrim women didn't wear any panties...
Her free hand guided mine to her chest.
Hmmm... apparently bras were also absent from Pilgrim womens' wardrobes. I found her nipple thru the fabric and pinched it a bit.
She sighed into my ear and whispered, "THAT is my man!" as we leaned back to look into each others' eyes.
My finger remained lodged between her lips - while my tongue darted out to go between her other lips.
We just stood and held each other for a moment, then she broke away, making my finger pull out and her hem drop - as if nothing had happened.
"I hate to admit it, but clothes suit you" I opined as I licked her essence off my finger, "You look quite fetching!"
"You, too" she cooed, "I've missed you SO much" "But we saw each other just yesterday" I replied. "Still..." she let it hang as her hand found mine and she pulled me into the house and closed the door.
"Mom! Matt is here!"
"Well, bring him into the kitchen and put him to work!" her Mom called back.
Staci pulled me toward the kitchen - so I got to admire how the linen dress hugged her beautiful butt as her hips swayed and hypnotized me on the short trek. My eyes were still glued to her behind when I heard:
"Matt, this is my mother. Mom, this is Matt. My boyfriend. The one I've been telling you about" I tore my eyes away from the butt and found "Mom's" face and eyes.
"Hi, Matt. Please just call me Maggie. Maggie Mom" Her eyes twinkled as if to let me know that she'd caught me staring at her daughter's butt, but she just let the twinkle do the talking.
She was wearing a copy of the Pilgrim dress - but her apron was a deep Magenta. I found my face reddening a bit as I wondered silently if she, too, was being authentic by foregoing bra - or panties. And then I scolded myself for thinking that about my girlfriend's *mother*, for heaven's sake.
But Maggie had clearly been the primary genetic donor to Staci: fit, middle-aged body. The same "nice handful" breasts. And those eyes! Oh, my, Maggie had the same eyes as Staci and they just drew me in. Still twinkling and smirking at me.
"I'm so pleased to meet you, M-... Maggie Mom. Thank you for including me in your Thanksgiving gathering. These costumes are amazing. I understand that you made them?"
"Oh, I do enjoy sewing. And dressing up for occasions, so yes, I did a little research and whipped up some raiment for us. You do look quite good in yours. I did a good job if I do say so myself." Still those twinkling eyes. "Well give me a hug! Even though we're just meeting you, from all that Staci tells me, you're already family."
Maggie Mom pulled me into an enthusiastic full-body hug. And I felt her - full-length - through the linen fabric. Her arms around me - running up and down my back. My arms clumsily going around her and wondering if it was OK to run my hands up and down as she was doing.
And then realizing that my arms had happened to fall right where a bra strap would have been. WOULD have been.
Oh!
Oh my! Apparently the "costume authenticity" did, indeed, extend to Maggie. Or at least the braless-ness.
She felt so good against me.
Particularly where I got reminded that I didn't have any underwear myself.
I mean, it wasn't like she was grinding her hips into my cock.
But.
She wasn't NOT grinding her hips into my cock.
and feeling it thicken and begin to stir
from hugging my girlfriends' MOM for shit's sake.
I just enjoyed the moment - breathing in Maggie's scent - all mixed with cooking smells: cinnamon, sugar, butter - combined with whatever delightful perfume she was wearing - and her hair - tickling my nose.
And I just got lost and stood dumbly - embracing my girlfriend's mom.
as my breeches began to "tent" over my stiff cock. Oh, goddd...
It seemed like a long long time before Maggie's hands slid down my back one last time - and off.
but I swear that she did more than graze my butt as she parted. Her hands sure seemed to slide ALL the way down my back - on their way out.
Maggie stepped back and my brain reluctantly returned to reality.
and I suddenly realized what a spectacle I must be - standing dumb and turgid - and my eyes searched for Staci. OhMyGod Staci *had* to have seen that there was something inappropriate in my reaction to the hug. But when I found her eyes, she was just smirking at me and grinning knowingly.
Didn't seem to be upset.
Another reason to really love this woman of mine. Wow.
I kind of shook my head to clear it, and by the time I was done, Maggie had flitted away into the kitchen and was holding a mixer and looking at me.
"So, Mr Pilgrim, nobody just loafs around in this house. Take this mixer and read this recipe and start combining these eggs and flour. When you get to the red star in the recipe, stop. I have a couple of very-secret ingredients to add - and you don't get to know what they are!" Maggie teased. "Family secrets. Our special dishes have been passed down for generations!"
"And speaking of generations," Staci prompted, "Matt, please meet my Gramma. Gramma Lizzie. OK. It's Elizabeth, but everybody calls her Lizzie."
An elegant woman breezed into the kitchen. A bit shorter than Maggie and with silver hair. A little plump. She seemed simultaneously like "everybody's gramma" crossed with a friendly Queen Of England: somebody you felt that you should respect - and hug - at the same time. She was wearing a bright yellow apron just like the ones her daughter and granddaughter were wearing.
"Took me a little while to find the fresh rosemary out in the garden, but I got just the perfect sprig" Lizzie reported, stopping short to notice me standing there, mixer in hand, and give me a full apprisal in a split second. A quick study, Lizzie was, I guess.
"Well, so this is the gentleman I've been hearing so much about from Staci," she addressed me, "It's nice to have a man in the house today. My sweet Eric passed a few years ago and Staci's dad is deployed this Thanksgiving. I'm glad to see that you've already been put to work. No slacking in this house. Well spit-spot let's go, here! Feast to make!"
With that, she turned around to the counter and began to employ the rosemary she'd cut.
And that's when I noticed that Gramma Lizzie was, indeed, wearing a matching apron.
And nothing else.
Oh!
No dress.
No bra.
No panties.
Oh.
I couldn't help but watch her butt jiggle as she busied herself with the chicken she was preparing.
Nice.
Firm.
Smooth, tanned skin.
Two tea-colored cheeks right in the middle of the spectacle stretching from her silver hair - down her toned, plump, back, over her hips with those jiggling handfuls, and down her legs - kind of dancing while she worked.
Not as trim and tight as Staci, for sure, but... very pleasant to behold. And, maybe, I caught myself thinking "to be held"
OhMyGOD! I'm perving on Staci's GRANDMA! Jee ZUS! What is WRONG with me?
But.
Butt.
I mean. They can't REALLY be upset with me for being a bit surprised to have Lizzie be so minimalist with her costume.
Can they?
I, for the second time in recent history, reluctantly found Staci's eyes to gauge her reaction.
She was struggling to keep from laughing. Watching me watch her naked Grannie's plump curves. Smirking at me with those eyes of hers. Oh, GOD, Staci's eyes.
Fortunately, Maggie Mom was turned away and hadn't witnessed my reaction to the dress-less Lizzie, but she had to KNOW that this was a bit... noteworthy.
Staci let me twist in the wind for a bit longer, then grabbed my hand and sang, "I need Matt to help me in the pantry for a moment. We'll be right back."
"OK" Lizzie responded without turning around, "But be back quick..." Staci joined her in saying, "Yes. We know. No Slacking around here!"
Then Staci pulled me out of the kitchen and down the hall to the pantry.
Looked me in the eyes and just waited.
"So. Uhhh... What?"
"Is going on?" I managed to verbalize.
Staci put my hand on her boob - though her dress - kissed me hard on the lips, then smirked, "Well. My family is a little unorthodox in some ways. I mean, you know that I'm totally casual about nudity. I got that from my Mom and Gran."
"Well, why didn't you warn me? I mean... I kind of made a fool of myself in there."
"Yeah. Maybe" Staci let me twist further in the wind, "but it was sure fun to watch. I thought about clueing you in, but decided that it would be a lot more entertaining to just let you enjoy the discovery. Doesn't Gran have a tight butt for an old lady?"
She laughed. A tinkling, twinkling laugh, and kissed me again, then grabbed an unmarked bottle from the pantry.
"Special secret ingredient for my green-bean dish. Come on. Back to work"
and I joined her in the inevitable "No Slacking around here!" as we padded back to the kitchen.
Then I stopped short and asked, "Ummm... is there anything ELSE that I should know?" Staci just smiled and said, "Mayyyybe" But she just kept walking and refused to say anything more. So I followed her back to the kitchen.
I still had the mixer in my hand - the whole time - so I set to following the recipe - while my other hand remembered the sweet feel of Staci's breast thru her apron and dress. And the feel of her full, warm, sweet lips - tinged with - something... nutmeg?... on mine. Mmmmmm...
The kitchen bustled around me and it felt good and sweet and "family" to be part of such a group event.
Soon enough, I got to the "red star" part and signalled Maggie that it was her turn. She dusted off her hands from what she was doing and shooed me away from the bowl. "This is my secret part. You're family now, but a secret is a secret! Now shoo!"
"I can use a hand over here" called Lizzie, so I shuffled over. "Damned shame" the silver vixen muttered as I arrived.
"I'm sorry. Did I mess something up?" I asked as I approached.
"Oh, no. Not you. This gravy recipe. I got it from my mother. Best damned gravy anybody ever put on a table - or on their tongue. But, as you might have guessed, there was a very very secret ingredient that she never got to reveal to me before she passed on. I have tried for years to get it exactly like my Mom's, but I just haven't found what it is that gave it that 'Mom' taste and consistency. Damned shame. Ah, well" she said as she patted my butt with a flour-y hand - leaving a hand-print right there for Staci and Maggie to see, "just stir this gently as I slowly add my ingredients."
I set to work and was given a couple of adjustments before I satisfied Lizzie, then we settled into a rhythm which was periodically punctuated with, "Damned shame"
Soon we had it mixed and Lizzie looked at me, narrowed her eyes, and said, "I tried a new secret ingredient this year. Maybe this time."
She dipped a finger into the gravy, closed her eyes, and sucked her finger clean, then stood absolutely still for a few seconds.
I waited.
"Damned shame" she sighed. "Ah, well, it's a great gravy, just not 'Mom'"
We all went back to our tasks and presently, Maggie looked around, looked again, and pronounced, "Dinner is served!"
I helped carry all of the dishes to the big family dining-room table and get everything arranged. It looked a little silly with such a big table with just the 4 of us, but it smelled great and looked so "Thanksgiving" with us all in our Pilgrim outfits.
I helped each lady into her place: Lizzie first, then Maggie, then Staci, and finally myself, and we bowed our heads for a moment and held hands around the table while Staci said grace - and we began.
The food was delicious and amazing and conversation was easy enough. Maggie and Lizzie were curious about my background and we talked without me feeling that I was being interrogated.
We were all getting comfortable with each other - and well-fed - when Lizzie looked at me squarely, then looked to Staci and matter-of-factly asked, "So, my sweet granddaughter, is this man taking care of you properly?"
Staci looked at Lizzie, then back to me, and turned those amazing eyes on me as she said, "Oh, yes, Gran, he's the perfect gentleman."
Her eyes twinkled and flamed as she said it and it made me feel so loved.
"No, no, dear," prompted Lizzie, "that's not what I mean. Look at me dear." Staci shifted her eyes from me to Lizzie and I felt like the sun had swivelled away from me. "What I mean, dear, is: Is he satisfying you. Sexually?"
My mouth dropped open, but the ladies completely ignored it. I looked for signs of shock on either Stacy or Maggie's faces, but, aside from a quick smirk that Stacy shot me, it seemed to be completely typical "family Thanksgiving dinner" normal conversation fare.
"Why, yes" Staci purred, glancing back and forth at the 3 of us, "Matt knows how to please a woman. I mean he REALLY knows how. He and I communicate well and we helped each other to know just what satisfies each of us the most."
Lizzie gracefully forked some green beans toward her mouth, then paused and asked, "Well, can you give me a for-instance? I mean, just what is it that is exceptional?" She finished with a bit of a challenging look - and included Maggie in the look.
Maggie just nodded and raised an eyebrow, silently echoing the question.
"Well, gramma... Mom... have you ever heard of the G-spot?" Staci asked.
I continued to silently try to close my mouth and just go with the conversation, but I still choked a bit on a mouthful of corn.
"Oh, Staci, dear" scolded Lizzie, "that's just a myth. A story made up to sell books and 'How To' videos. I've tried and tried and never found the thing."
Maggie was nodding in agreement, sporting one of those motherly "oh, my, I need to correct this mis-information in my little girl" looks.
"Oh, no, gramma; Mom; It's really there. Right inside my vagina (I nearly did a spit-take as Staci calmly discussed her vagina with her mother and grandmother) on the front wall. Granted, it's small and each woman varies as to how sensitive it is for her, and how pleasurable, but once Matt and I found it, it sure supercharges my orgasms (another choke from me at that word - at the family Holiday table)."
Both Maggie and Lizzie were still shaking their heads in disbelief, though a bit of doubt was creeping into their expressions.
Staci turned her eyes back to me - flaming with humor -and passion. I could see the smoulder forming in her expression as she weighed the options. Then pushed back her chair and slowly stood.
Hooked her hem in her hand.
And matter-of-factly pulled it up. Up. UP.
All the way to her chest.
Just unceremoniously baring herself from waist... down.
"Here, Gran" she spread her knees apart, and held her vaginal lips open.
Then tucked her dress hem under her chin, freeing both hands, wet her middle finger of the other hand, and just... slid her finger into her pussy.
Lizzie and Maggie watched. Quite interested. Not at all surprised or shocked.
I guess I had enough surprise and shock for all 4 of us - but nobody was looking at me, so it was OK.
"Here. See? The G-spot is on the front wall, just inside my pussy, so you..."
Staci tried to curl her finger toward the front wall of her vagina, but her hand just blocked the view. Entirely.
"Here. Wait. Just. Let. Me..."
Staci climbed up onto her chair and cleared a space on the table, pushing aside serving bowls and plates, then laid right down with her legs pointing toward her Mother and Gramma, her dress pulled up to fully expose her.
Then she again pulled her pussy lips open wide and looked at me.
"Matt. Would you... please?"
"Ummm... sure. Of course" I stuttered. Immensely turned on, but now just going into automatic mode since I had something definite to do instead of wondering WHAT was happening.
Staci was pretty-well lubricated, but my fingers weren't. I looked around the table and found the gravy boat still close enough to be accessible, so I just dipped my finger into the gravy-boat. Seemed like a pretty-good slippery-maker. Then I positioned myself and, sounding like an instructor, calmly put my hands on each side of my girlfriends' pussy - while her Mother and Gramma looked on.
"See. You know about your labia - here - and your clitoris - up here at the top. The little 'man in the boat'. Now your clitoris (amazing how it felt natural to just refer to Maggie and Lizzie's clitori) feels great when you rub it."
I did. Gently using my gravy-coated finger to circle Staci's happy-button, then stroke it, varying my touch as I went.
Staci was calmly watching her Mother and Gramma's eyes, but Staci's eyes were beginning to glaze over a bit and her breathing was getting faster. And the skin on her thighs was beginning to flutter a little.
I looked back and saw Maggie and Lizzie nodding, but looking a bit impatient.
"Yes, yes, we all know about our clitorises - at least that much is finally generally known by most women" I was surprised that Maggie had actively joined the conversation - since Lizzie had been leading it up to now.
"OK. Well. Then when you get... ummm..."
"Aroused. You can use the word, Matthew. When we get aroused..." helped Maggie, "Then what?"
"Well, then, you just slip a finger inside. One finger or two - depending on what feels best for you. Palm up."
I leaned over Staci from the side of the table - standing next to Maggie's chair, and slipped 2 fingers inside of Staci's aroused, lubricating pussy. Palm up. While her mother and her grandmother looked on with great interest.
"And then, you curl your fingers back toward your... front. Right inside. Just barely as you get in, curl your fingers and feel for a little dime-sized area that feels like a little washboard. That's it. That's the G-spot"
I curled my fingers and gently rubbed and Staci moaned. My other hand was still attending to her clitoris while my fingers pressured her little washboard.
Two women watched silently as I fingered their daughter / granddaughter.
There. Naked from waist to toes.
On their Thanksgiving table.
Oh. My. God!
I would have been terrified if I wasn't so turned on.
We listened to the ticking of a clock - merge with Staci's growing moans - as I continued to masturbate her. In front of her mother and grandmother.
Staci's breathing kept getting faster and deeper and she began to shake.
Rubbing with one hand. Finger-curling with the other.
All eyes on Staci's exposed young pussy.
Wet.
Hot.
Pink.
Staci began to pant, and just croaked out one word: "Mouth. Now" OK. Two words.
I kept my fingers inside of her, but leaned down from her side and took her clitoris into my mouth and started swirling it around with my tongue.
Staci's breathing and trembling got deeper and stronger.
She grabbed my head with both of her hands.
and exploded.
"Ohhhhhhhh GODDDDDDDDDDDD!! Oh my god oh my GOD oh my god oh my god oh SHIT oh fuck oh my GODDDDDDDD!" she screamed and shook and grabbed my head. And screamed. And shook.
Legs naked and spread wide.
Lying on the big dining-room table.
Thanksgiving dinner spread around.
Me leaning over to access the pleasure center between her thighs.
Maggie and Lizzie watching. Silent. Rapt.
My fingers inside of her spasming pussy. My mouth attached to her clitoris.
I reached up with my free hand and found a nipple under her dress and pinched. Hard.
Staci jerked and flopped. Moaned and cried. And orgasmed.
Right there in front of her Mom and Gran.
And.
Finally.
She pushed my head away. Silently letting me know that she was winding down.
Slowly returning to normal breathing again.
Spent.
Wet and naked.
My fingers still inside of her.
We listened to the ticking clock.
And waited for Staci to be ready to talk.
I squeezed her thigh a bit to silently say "I love you"
And finally, Staci raised her head and looked squarely at Maggie.
"See? I told you that he knows how to please me!"
Smiles all around.
Staci gently pushed me up - off of her clitoris. And I gently pulled my fingers out of her pussy.
The look in her eyes was just beautiful. Dreamy. Satisfied. Happy. In love.
She pushed herself up to a sitting position, smoothed her dress down, then climbed off the table and back to her seat.
Silence for a few moments as we all studied our plates.
"Well, that's all well and good" said Lizzie, "but I couldn't see a damned thing. Matt's hand - and then his head - were in the way. I tell you I've tried and tried to find that fabled G-spot, but I ... well... I still don't believe it."
Staci looked at me. Then looked, one by one, at Lizzie, then at Maggie.
She pursed her lips.
Then pointed to the table where she'd been.
"OK, doubter. Get that apron off and get up here on the table!"
"Matt, would you please show my Gran where her G-spot is?"
Lizzie looked at Maggie. Maggie looked at Lizzie. All three women looked at me.
Staci looked back at Lizzie. "Well?" she asked, "WELL?"
Lizzie looked at Maggie again. "Oh, fuck it," she said as she reached up to pull the tie on the apron strings knotted behind her neck, "I just HAVE to find out for sure!"
Maggie watched Lizzie for a moment, then stood up and said, "Hey, I'm in, too. It's been way too long since I had a man down there!" She untied her apron and laid it over a spare chair, then totally unself-consciously, pulled her Pilgrim dress - and underdress right up and over her head.
And stood there totally naked.
OhMyGod. Yup. No bra. No panties. Just that trim, Mom body right there in front of me. Legs, pussy, belly, breasts - and those eyes. Just like Staci's.
I stared. I just couldn't help it.
But by this point, Lizzie was totally nude, too. And I hadn't previously gotten to see her plump legs, beautiful curving hips, curly-haired pussy, ample breasts, and aroused smile. Yes. Aroused. Gramma was getting turned on.
Oh. God.
My breeches tented fiercely.
Staci noticed, shrugged, and suggested, "Well, look, why don't we all just get naked here?" Seemed like a good idea to me.
I started to undo my costume, but 3 women converged on me and - well - just - well - stripped me. Tunic, undertunic, breeches and... well... and I was naked. Hard and naked. My cock was at full attention. Pointing up toward my chest. Bouncing. H-A-R-D.
Staci giggled. "Looks like somebody needs some attention. Here: Mom, Gran, climb up onto the table. Heads toward the middle of the table, legs pointing this way off this end. Just lie next to each other. I'll take care of Matt, here"
Mom and Gran did as instructed, climbing - naked - onto the dinner table - pushing dishes and vegetable crocks further out of the way, while Staci removed her costume. All of it. Hat. Apron. Dress. Underdress.
And then, completely naked, Staci knelt under the table, grabbed my very-hard cock, and pulled me up to her naked mother and grandmother. Then she opened her mouth and took my cock into her moist, soft lips. Ohhhh Yesssss!
I surveyed the naked matriarchs of the family, eagerly waiting for me to begin the instruction.
Maggie: Mom. Trim. Middle-aged. Just the age when a woman peaks sexually. Her whole naked body literally laid out on the table. Pussy, trimmed, but not bare. Soft belly. Gorgeous boobs and nipples. Sweet smile. Lying next to her mother.
Lizzie: Grandma. Matriarch of the line. Grandmotherly. Plump. And ever-so-sexy. Ample breasts topped with big brown nipples that begged to be tweaked and sucked. Full-bush pussy. I guess trimming isn't part of that generation's routine. And a sweet smile that was patient, but silently demanding that I get on with this and prove what Staci had claimed.
While Staci gently sucked my cock. Sucked. My. Cock. Cradling my balls with her hand.
"Don fgt th loob" Staci instructed around the cock in her mouth. "Uhh, What?" I asked, showing great understanding and intelligence.
Staci pulled my cock from her mouth (a disappointment for sure) long enough to say, "Don't forget the lube. The gravy"
Oh. OK. Maggie reached the gravy boat and slid it carefully to me - positioning it between her and her mother.
Still entirely naked.
Still lying on the Thanksgiving table next to each other.
Still waiting for me to - well - to violate them.
Oh. My. God!
"OK, ladies" I said as I dipped the middle two fingers of both hands into the gravy boat, "Please get comfortable and pull your knees up and ... umm... spread..."
"Spread our thighs open? Is that what you're struggling to say? You want us to open up our pussies for you?" Lizzie laughed at me, her eyes blazing with mirth. And arousal.
"Come on, daughter, let's open our pussies for this gentleman" Lizzie laughed.
"Just relax and - well - enjoy yourselves" I coaxed.
I enjoyed the feeling of Staci - under the table - gently sucking my cock. She was very skilled at keeping me stimulated while monitoring me thru feeling my balls - and backing off enough to keep me from cumming.
And I watched Lizzie and Maggie smirk up at me as they bent their knees and, slowly, spread their thighs for me. There was a bit of a collision of thighs in the middle until Maggie laid her thigh over Lizzie's and they settled back.
Naked.
On the dinner table.
Their open pussies aimed right at me.
With their daughter / grand daughter naked under the table. Sucking my cock.
Nothing unusual here. Nope. Nothing at all.
I gently positioned my hands. Left hand aiming for Lizzie's naked pussy. Right hand for Maggie. Good thing that I'm pretty ambidextrous. Neither lady should be shorted in the process.
Lizzie opened her hand and found her daughter's hand - and linked fingers - intimately sharing the moment - between them.
"OK. Here goes. Again, remember that every woman is different, so it may not do anything for you. And relax. And enjoy" I started with my thumbs, finding their clitorises - hiding under their hoods - and gently started just worrying them: rubbing and circling. The gravy adding - happily - just the right slipperyness to the process.
I forced myself to just slow my breath and listen to the ticking of the clock. No hurry here. Nothing unusual going on. I'm just masturbating my girlfriend's mother. And Grandmother. At the same time. While getting my cock sucked. But, well, honestly, I was truly doing a service of a sort: if these women responded well to their G-spot - like their progeny did - it could open up a whole new avenue for them - even at their age.
The clock ticked.
My thumbs gently circled and stimulated.
Maggie and Lizzie's breathing slowly got deeper and quicker.
"Oh, Goddess, it's been too long since I felt this" breathed Maggie, "He's been deployed for so long."
"Well, tell me about it, girl" prompted Lizzie, "my man has been gone for a decade or so. And he isn't coming back."
Staci slurped on my cock - under the table - and offered, "Well, it's a good thing we don't have jealousy in this family. I'm willing to share Matt as long as he takes care of me properly. And he already has today."
The clock ticked.
And Maggie and Lizzie's pussies didn't need the gravy anymore: their labia were getting slick and shiny. Their breathing continued to deepen. Well. OK. Lizzie's pussy needed a little bit of gravy from time to time. Age does have its effects, but I was in heaven. Naked and in heaven.
The clock ticked.
I dipped my fingers into the gravy again and quietly asked, "Would you ladies mind helping me out by taking over with your clitori? I need my fingers for the next step"
Not a word was said, but both Maggie and Lizzie slid their free hands up over their thighs and started working their clits. Clearly this was a family who wasn't shy about masturbation.
So. Clits happily being attended to. My cock happily being attended to. I gently, palm-up, slipped my "fuck you" fingers into the two aroused, slippery, naked pussies before me.
Both women sucked in their breath as I penetrated them. Squeezing the hands between them to silently share this experience. Grandmother and Mother. Mother and Daughter. Feeling the heat. The humidity. The arousal building between their thighs.
I hesitated a moment to let them adjust, then, with both ladies, I slipped my ring fingers in, too, putting 2 fingers into each vagina. Palm up. And I curled my fingers back toward me, very-gently searching out the "little washboard" inside of their sexes - as their fingers continued to please their clitorises.
I found the spot in both. Mother and Daughter. At the same moment. Rubbed my fingers up and down on the little ridges. Pressed gently up - giving pressure as well as stroking.
There was no reaction.
Oh, crap! All of this and neither woman was responsive to her G-spot? That would explain why they'd never found it: they HAD found it and it did nothing for them. Well, crap...
But.
Then.
Maggie closed her eyes and said, "Oh. OH! Oh, my! Is... that...???" and her hips began to buck a little. Up and down in time with my stroking of her G-spot. "Oh. My. That is ... nice... I'd found that spot before, but it's kind of hard to get to myself and I guess I didn't know I'd found it so I gave up too soon!"
"Well, I have long fingers, or so Staci tells me. Maybe that helps"
Staci took my cock out of her mouth long enough to say, "Big hands, big cock. It's the truth!" then went back to keeping me right on the edge. My GOD my cock was straining. REALLY wanting to unload somewhere. But Staci was expert at NOT letting me cum - until SHE wanted me to.
The clock ticked. The breathing continued. Chests began to heave a bit. Breasts wobbling in time to the stimulation. What an absolutely-amazing sight. Lizzie and Maggie. Mother and Daughter. Naked. Breasts slowly wobbling in time together. Just. Well, just *artistic*. In addition to damned erotic!
And then Lizzie started and said, "Oh. OH! Oh, yes, that's... really... niiiice!! It's a whole-different feeling. My clit is building me like always but your fingers inside - it's like it's warming me up from the inside. Oh, yes. Yes, that's nice..."
And the clock ticked. And the breathing got deeper.
And quicker.
My fingers continued inside while their fingers continued on their clitorises.
And the breathing got faster. Panting.
Knees slightly jerking.
And Maggie began a very-low moan.
Staci called from under the table, "Matt, you HAVE to put your mouth on her clit. It just isn't the same without it"
So with two fingers still gently stroking Lizzie's G-spot. And Staci, naked, under the table sucking my cock. I leaned down and gently replaced Maggie's fingers with my mouth.
And for the 2nd time today, I began my "dance of the Sugar Plum Faires" on the clitoris of one of this family's members.
And her breathing became panting. Her knees jerked slightly up and down. The skin on her thighs quivered. While her mother lay next to her - naked - holding her hand - being stroked inside her pussy by her daughter's boyfriend. While her daughter knelt naked under the table sucking said boyfriend's big hard cock.
Maggie's moan got louder, "Ohhhhhh... OHHHHHHH... OOOOOHHH MYYYY GODDDDD!!" as she crashed over the edge, her head shaking back and forth. Her breasts bouncing on her chest. Her spasms so strong that she doubled up - sitting up all the way vertical before falling back down to the table - only to do it again. My concentration at a maximum - trying to keep my mouth on her clitoris, my fingers on her G-spot inside of her spasming pussy - and my other hand continuing to stroke Lizzie's G-spot.
Oh. Lizzie. I heard a moan start from her. Low. Gutteral. Felt her thighs shake. Felt her clutch my fingers with her pussy lips - while she still masturbated her clit. And heard her finally reach the top of the hill and crash down the precipice. Bucking and shaking. Crying. Screaming. Naked. Next to her orgasming daughter. The two of them holding hands and jerking. Spasming.
Screaming.
Shaking.
Exploding from inside.
Stars and Fire and Ice and Light and Dark and a Loooong looong ride down the roller coaster.
"Ohhh GODDDDDDDDddddddddd!"
I don't even know which one screamed last. My head was buried between Maggie's thighs. Fingers in both Maggie and Lizzie. Cock still firmly in Staci's mouth.
Ohhh. GODDDDddddd...
...
And then we began to breathe again.
Slowly slowly returned to normal respiration.
Slowly raised my head from between my girlfriend's mothers' thighs.
Slowly SLOWLY slid my fingers out of my girlfriend's mother's pussy. And my girlfriend's grandmother's pussy.
Their wet, exhausted, happy pussies.
And we just listened to the clock tick.
For awhile.
Feeling the sweat all over our bodies as the air cooled us.
Felt the amazing glow from 3 happily-orgasmed women.
Felt like something important had just happened here.
Felt happy and close to each other.
We just basked in the feeling for awhile. Two naked women on the table. One below.
And. Finally. Lizzie spoke. "Well, I guess I've been wrong. DAMN, Staci, why didn't you find this guy sooner? It's a whole different level of orgasm! Just. Just Wow"
Maggie just rolled her head to look at her mother - and nodded.
A moment passed, then Lizzie started and said, "Oh, my! Where are my manners? There is a nice gentleman here who need some attention. Staci: do you mind if I thank Matt properly, no, Gran, it would be cool if you did"
So Lizzie sat up. Slowly.
And Staci passed my cock to her grandmother - while her mother looked on. Naked.
"I haven't done this for awhile. I need a little flavoring if you don't mind" confided Lizzie as she dipped my cock into the gravy bowl. Multi-purpose gravy, this gravy...
And then she used both hands to gently guide my cock. My hard, edged, straining cock. Into her matronly mouth.
And Oh my GOD this woman was experienced at sucking cock! All of her years must have been spent well. Because it was just heaven. I dunno. She must have slipped out her false teeth before taking me in. Because it was just SO soft and warm and slippery and ... heaven.
She worked her head up and down on my gravy-coated cock while her hands gently twisted on my shaft outside of her mouth.
While her daughter and granddaughter - naked - watched. Watched her suck the cock of a young man who had just showed all 3 of them the value of their G-spots.
I looked from Lizzie - her mouth wrapped around my cock. To Maggie. Somehow having a motherly expression while watching her mother suck her daughter's boyfriend's cock. To Staci. My sweet, sexy, hot, naked girlfriend.
And my balls just. Just EXPLODED. No warning. I had NO control. My balls just emptied. Right into Grandma's mouth. And I couldn't stop. Just gushing and gushing and my hips refusing to follow my commands to stop cumming in this sweet silver-haired grandma's mouth.
Cum. And CUM. and CUM. and pump and cum. Just GOBS of sticky white semen jetting into her mouth. Oh my GOD! How good it felt. Like my whole being was being squirted out of my body - thru my cock. Cum. and cum. and cum. as my girlfriend and my girlfriend's mother - naked - looked on. Slightly amused, but happy and sated.
I grabbed Lizzie's head and couldn't stop myself from holding her mouth onto my cock as it spurted and came and ooozed. My GOD that woman's mouth felt so good.
And.
Slowly.
I reached the bottom of the mountain.
And regained control of my motor functions.
And pulled my cock out of Lizzie's mouth.
"I am SO sorry, Gran Lizzie! I meant to warn you - or pull out. I really didn't mean to just cum in your mouth" (Now THERE's a phrase you never expect to say to your girlfriend's grandmother!!)
But Lizzie had a huge grin on her face. HUGE. And her eyes were shining. Clearly not at all upset that her daughter and granddaughter had just watched her take a huge load from my cock.
And the moment I gave her a chance to speak, Lizzie hollered, "That's IT! Oh my God that's IT!"
"That's what?" asked Staci and Maggie simultaneously - as my spent cock dripped onto the floor next to Staci.
"That is the secret ingredient to the gravy! It finally tastes just the way my Mom used to make it! Oh my god, she must have had my Dad cum in it to add the special flavor and creaminess!" Lizzie dipped my cock into the gravy boat again, slurped me into her mouth, and got a dreamy expression on her face. "That naughty girl, my Mom. After all these years I finally know what made her gravy so extra special! And I guess I was eating my Dad's cum all of those years. Hmmm. No wonder she wouldn't tell me what her secret was."
Then she dipped my cock into the gravy and unceremoniously jambed it into Maggie's mouth - to sample the combination of the gravy - and my cum. Maggie's eyes lit up. "Oh my God, yes! I only got Gramma's special gravy once or twice - before grampa died - but that's IT! Oh my God!"
A moment passed. My cock dripping gravy and cum onto the floor.
Staci absent-mindedly scooped up a bit with her finger and stuck it into her mouth. Then nodded.
Then all 3 women fixed me with a look. "You know what this means, Mr MeMagleMatt" said Stacy, "You're gonna have to come over here and deposit the special ingredient whenever we make gravy. CUM over here and..." Her voice trailed off and we all started to laugh.
Man. Staci's Gran has got it goin' on!