NICHOLAS MEETS THE PARENTS

Nicholas was finally going to meet the parents. He was looking forward to it. He had been dating Jennifer for over four months now, and had yet to meet her parents. He introduced Jennifer to his own parents within the first month. He didn't understand why he had not met hers. Being introduced to the parents was an explicit sign that the relationship had meaning, was moving forward, was going somewhere and, it was certainly true that they were becoming steady partners. They weren't dating anyone else, they spent most of their free time together, and it seemed to Nicholas that Jennifer had very strong feelings for him. But, Jennifer would never introduce him. Even when he arrived at her house to pick her up for a date, she would rush out the door as he drove up. Whenever he asked her about them she would say, "Absolutely," "They're dying to see you," or "I can't wait for you to meet them," but somehow it wouldn't happen.

Well, that was now all over. Jennifer's mother had even called him on the phone and invited him over for dinner. Nicholas was thrilled.

The boyfriend is not usually thrilled to meet the parents. On the contrary, sometimes it can be a pretty aversive experience. Nicholas remembered the time he met Mr. Campbell, Alice's father. That was fairly unpleasant, to say the least. Mr. Campbell did not try to hide his distrust and displeasure toward the young men dating his daughter. He had a way of making it apparent that you really weren't particularly welcome.

But, Mrs. Taylor sounded very friendly, pleasant, and inviting on the phone. Nick was looking forward to it.

He put on his best suit, a side-vent, flat-front striped black jacket with matching slacks, blue tie, and white shirt. It fit well on him. He wanted to impress them. When you dressed well, you meant well, and that he did. He liked Jennifer very much, and he could tell that she felt the same. Tonight would be an important step forward in their growing relationship. It was clearly important to dress well for this occasion. He even had his suit cleaned and pressed.

He arrived promptly at 6:30. Dinner wouldn't be served until much later but Mrs. Taylor suggested that he arrive early so that they would have ample time to get to know each other. He could not agree more.

Jennifer met him at the door. Nicholas was glad to see that she was also dressed well. He had been worried that he might be over-dressed. But, they were in fact a good match. She was wearing a cream one-piece pullover tie-back dress with a tassel-trimmed crocheted top and broomstick pleated skirt.

And, she looked beautiful in her outfit. It accented her breasts well. Jennie was not a terribly well-endowed girl but her breasts were well shaped. Nick had not yet in fact seen them himself, although he had managed to get a few feels through a blouse or a sweater. Jennie said that she just wasn't quite ready to go any further, at least not yet. Nicholas was of course disappointed. He figured most any other girl her age would show her boyfriend her breasts, even much more than that. In fact, Nicholas had never dated a girl so inhibited about sex.

Actually, it was really confusing. Jennifer didn't seem to be terribly inhibited about sex. She would take care of him. She knew what boys wanted. She knew how Nicholas could get frustrated. She was always very willing to use her hand on him, as long as his thing stayed within his pants. She didn't mind touching it that way. She in fact kind of liked it. She liked how stiff it got and how big he seemed to be. She had gotten real good at making him cum through his slacks. She knew how to tickle the head, lightly stroke the stem with her fingers, and then rub hard with her palm when he was getting close. She would let him play with her breasts through her blouse while she did it. She would even whisper in his ear while he was cumming, telling him how big he was, how she could feel it twitching through his pants, how if felt like an awful lot was cumming out that time.

However, she always did it through his pants. He offered to take it out. He tried to convince her that it would be a lot better for both of them if it was outside. One time she even gave him a little head through his slacks. He couldn't imagine her enjoying the feel or taste of the cloth in her mouth. And, he sure didn't like the mess he eventually made in his slacks and shorts. Fortunately, he was now doing his own laundry, so his parents wouldn't find out (he still lived with them, as did most of the students of Templeton). He was going through a lot of quarters for this girl. But, it was worth it. No matter how odd it seemed, it was ten times more fun having Jennie play with him through his slacks than it was doing it himself with his bare hand. And, besides, she was his girl. Everybody had their quirks, and if for some reason she was especially inhibited about seeing his erection, or him seeing her breasts, well, he would be patient. The right time would eventually come.

"Hi Jennie, I like your dress." His mother told him to always be sure to compliment the girl's dress, and that was certainly appropriate, if not important, this night.

Jennie smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Nickie." She was proud of it. "But, I need to tell you something."

"What is it, Jennie?" He could tell that there was something seriously troubling her. She looked oddly nervous, apprehensive, even fearful.

She started speaking very rapidly, trying to get as much out as fast as possible. Nicholas found it difficult to keep up. "I know I should have told you before. I wanted to tell you. It's why I haven't invited you here before. It's just awfully embarrassing. I can't believe that they won't just skip one night. It's not like they have to do it every night."

"Hello, young man, you must be Nicholas Manning. I'm Stanley Taylor, Jennifer's father. It's so good to finally meet you."

Mr. Taylor had entered the front hallway. Nicholas was facing Jennifer as she was standing in the entrance to the living room. As Nicholas turned to shake Mr. Taylor's hand he froze as soon as his eyes saw him. He was naked. He was stark, flat-out naked. He was walking up to him butt naked, his penis and balls fully exposed, flopping and flapping with his movements. Nicholas's jaw notably dropped. He was dumfounded.

Jennifer put her hands over her face. "I tried to tell you," she whispered through her mortification.

"Oh my," Mr. Taylor said, noticing the evident shock on Nicholas's face and his daughter's embarrassment. "She hasn't told you, has she. Well, this must come as a terrible surprise then, I'm afraid. Honey, why didn't you warn the young man?"

Jennifer removed her hands from her face. "Father, like, this isn't something you can easily tell people, and I asked you, I pleaded, to at least put something on tonight."

Mr. Taylor chuckled at his daughter's discomfort. He turned to Nicholas. "I'm afraid that my daughter is a little ashamed of her parents. I suppose that is common in most families. You see, Nicholas, the missus and I, well, our entire family, are nudists. We find the human body to be beautiful. One should not feel ashamed about one's own body. We believe that it is through the clothes, the hiding, the secrecy, that shame, embarrassment, and self-consciousness develop." He took Nicholas's hand, still outstretched where he had left it, frozen in place. He shook their hands for the both of them. "I know this is a lot to take in at once. I only wish I had the time to explain it further. I'm sure that you would come to embrace it yourself once you understood us more fully. After a few days it becomes quite comfortable, the embarrassment drifts away, and you feel so much better about yourself. We all accept each other for whom we are. There are no pretenses. Well, I'm sorry, there I go again, rambling away. Mrs. Taylor always tells me I am a prattler. Listen, do make yourself at home. Jennie, take your embarrassed young friend into the living room and make him feel comfortable. Nicholas, would you like me to take your jacket?"

"Sir, uh, am I to, um?"

Mr. Taylor laughed. "Goodness, no, Nicholas, we don't impose our lifestyle on others. I just wanted your jacket. You will notice shortly that we do keep our house a bit warmer than others, for obvious reasons." He chuckled. "I think you will feel much more comfortable with the jacket off."

Nicholas did then notice how warm the house was. He removed his jacket and handed it to Mr. Taylor.

"Please continue, though, if you wish."

Nicholas looked at him, uncertain what to say or do. Mr. Taylor laughed. He liked to tease. "Just having some fun with you, young man. If you feel better with your clothes on, we respect that. It took me awhile the first time, myself." He took Nicholas's jacket. "Jennie, here, though is usually herself without such modesty at home."

"Father!" Jennifer protested this revelation.

Nicholas turned to her, shocked to think that she would be walking around naked, fully exposed. Jennie, the girl that wouldn't let him see anything, not even her breasts, would be fully naked before her family, even her father? He could feel himself becoming aroused at the thought of Jennie walking around this house naked.

"But, I understand, young lovers need time. These things should not be rushed. Please, Nicholas, have a seat. I must attend to a few phone calls before dinner. I will leave the two of you alone. You clearly have much to absorb. I'm sure Jennifer will explain matters to you. Please." He waved his hand to the living room.

Nicholas watched him depart. He noticed (how could he not?) that Jennifer's father had a rather hairy butt, although clearly fit, masculine, even muscular. Nicholas felt his mouth go dry. He turned to Jennifer.

She said, "I was trying to tell you. Please don't be mad, Nicky. I know you must be terribly appalled. I don't blame you. I won't blame you if you leave right now. You can go. I will understand." Her eyes glistened with moisture. Nicholas did feel like leaving. This was beyond strange. It was an obligation of a boyfriend to tolerate the eccentricities of a girlfriend's parents, but this seemed to be more than just an idiosyncracy. This bordered on the outrageous. Well, at least he would be able to remain dressed. "No, I will stay," he announced, taking Jennifer's hand.

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief. She squeezed his hand in gratitude. "Oh, Nicky, I'm so glad." She pulled herself to him, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear. "Thank you." She had been dreading this evening for so long. She had repeatedly tried to get her parents to at least wear their clothes for one evening. They wore clothes at work. Couldn't they do it for just one night at home? For her?

But they would not be swayed. This was their home, this was their life. They were frankly disappointed in Jennifer. Her older sister, Patty, had not been so recalcitrant. Patty had always been much more relaxed, assured, and comfortable about this. They would not, of course, require Jennifer to be nude in front of Nicholas, and they clearly would not require him to be nude, but she should not require her parents to disavow their devotion to nudism. She should not feel ashamed of her parents. As far as they were concerned, it was the rest of society that was unreasonable, rigid, and hard-headed. It was disappointing to hear such things as well from their own daughter. Oh well. One had to expect moments of rebellion from your children.

Jennifer led Nicholas into the living room. "I know it's a shock. I tried to get them to change their minds. Honestly, I tried, but they just wouldn't listen."

"Jennifer, really, you don't have to explain anything." That wasn't entirely true. He did still have a few questions; actually, lots of them. Each one led to many more. There was one, though, that troubled him more than most. They sat down next to each other on the couch.

Jennie clasped Nicholas's hands in her lap. She was smiling nervously, looking him in his eyes. "You're so dear, so sweet, to put up with this. I should have told you. I wanted to tell you, but it's so difficult. But, Nicky, at least, please realize, that, um, you're in fact the first guy I have ever even brought home to meet my parents."

Nicholas thought, 'That is hardly a surprise,' but he was duly and sincerely honored by that admission. This was a good sign that she did in fact feel strongly for him. At least his concerns regarding the embarrassing behavior of his own parents were now washed away. He had been mortified when his father belched in front of Jennifer, and his mother asked so many personal questions. All of this was now rather trivial in comparison. It did still trouble him though that Jennifer would not let him see her naked but apparently was comfortable walking around naked in the house, even in front of her father.

Jennifer could see he was lost in thought. This was a lot to absorb in just a minute or two. "Nicky, tell me what you're thinking, please."

Nicholas wondered if he should say what he was thinking. This was not the right time to get into a discussion of their sex life. What could be more inappropriate than talking about your sex life when visiting the parents? Well, the parents being nude might be just as weird.

Jennifer was getting very concerned with his silence. "Nicky, say something."

Nicholas blurted out a question. "You've been naked in front of your dad?" This isn't what he really wanted to say, or even how he wanted to say it. The way he put it sounded like an accusation. He hadn't meant to sound judgmental. He was just so surprised by all of this.

Jennifer looked down, feeling embarrassed, even ashamed. This was one of the things she was worried about. She said quietly, "Yes, yes, I have."

Nicholas was almost speechless. All he could muster was a quiet, "wow."

Jennifer though wanted to try to reassure him. She wasn't some kind of pervert. "It's not what you think, Nicky, really. It's just the way things are like here. Nothing ever, you know, like, um, happened, you know."

Nicholas hadn't even meant it like that at all. He could see her concern and embarrassment. "Jennie, no, I wasn't thinking that. I was just thinking how difficult that might be for you. Golly, I mean, I can't imagine."

Jennifer was relieved. Perhaps he might even understand now why she was so inhibited about them seeing each other. "You're telling me. I mean, sometimes, I get so uncomfortable about it, but what do you do when it's your parents? But, I mean, I have gotten use to it, myself. What actually bothers me about it is, well." She didn't finish her sentence. She was uncertain whether she could tell him exactly why it bothered her.

Nicholas thought about a few times when his parents seemed a bit too casual in front of him. And, more importantly, he did wonder if having nudist parents could make it confusing to be naked with others. It could have affected her in some way. Actually, how could it not affect her? At least now he understood that it wasn't personal, it wasn't because of him. On the contrary, as she said, he was the first one that she had brought home. Being patient with her had been the right thing to do. He reached for her hand and brought it to his lap. "It's fine, Jennifer, I understand." He didn't really, but he felt better about things.

She leaned against him. "I like you so much, Nicky."

"Well, who do we have here? I say, you must be Mr. Manning." Nicholas looked up to see Mrs. Taylor.

'Whoa!' Nicholas thought. Mrs. Taylor was strolling into the room from the kitchen, carrying a selection of pastry puff appetizers on a tray. He was rather hungry, but his eyes were not on the food. His eyes naturally went to Mrs. Taylor's breasts, which towered over the tray. It was like she was serving two large white breasts, wiggling and bobbing above the little round pastries. Or, perhaps the breasts were the serving tray, with the nipples being the appetizers. It was really unclear what it was, but it did look awfully good.

"Would you like a little piggie puff? There's also cheese, mushroom, and spinach."

Nicholas though could not take his eyes off her tits. 'Man,' he thought, 'she has really big boobs.' They were an amazing sight: two huge white luscious globes capped with much smaller pink mounds of the areolas, topped off by tiny pink soft nipples. Her breasts leaned away from her body, rocking and jiggling, as she bent over in front of him to offer him a pastry. He was speechless.

Mrs. Taylor smiled sweetly at him as she offered him the puffs. "I think you will like them, try one?"

He replied, his mind in a state of evident confusion, "Uh, yeah, they do look good." Mrs. Taylor's eyes twinkled at the double meaning. Nicholas blushed.

Jennifer heard it as well. She could see where Nicholas's eyes were staring and she wasn't happy about it. It was in many respects much of her problem. The way her mother displayed herself was a big part of her problem with nudity. She recognized that it was unrealistic for Nicky not to look, but he didn't have to stare. She gave a little frustrated sigh.

Mrs. Taylor could see Nicholas was a bit flummoxed. "Oh my, I'm sorry. How very rude of me to just walk out here like this. I haven't said hello or anything." She stood back up straight, giving her breasts another excuse to bounce and shake. "It's so nice of you to visit us, Nicholas. Of course, I'm Jennie's mother, Melinda."

Nicholas quickly wrenched his gaze from her breasts to her face, realizing that he should at least make eye contact when he said hello. His voice cracked with nervousness. His mouth was suddenly dry. "Yes, hm, Mrs., uh, Taylor, I'm Nicholas. It's very nice to see you." Ouch. Another faux pas.

Mrs. Taylor though was not at all offended. She understood that it would be hard for a young man not to look at her breasts, and, frankly, she was flattered. Nudists had to be comfortable with the eyes of persons first going to their private parts, as these parts, which normally were so well hidden, were now fully exposed. Doing what comes natural was the whole point, and what was more natural for a young man than to look at exposed knockers, as her husband liked to call them when they were much younger.

Nicholas could feel his cock swelling in his pants. Thank goodness he was wearing tight jockies rather than his loose boxers. But, he wasn't at all sure that they would be effective if he stood up. He hoped that Mrs. Taylor was not offended by his failure to stand up when she entered the room. His mother had made it quite clear to him that he should stand up when Jennifer's mother entered the room. But, he felt, and looked, like a deer caught in headlights, and they were quite large and bright ones at that. He cleared his throat and brought his eyes down to the ground, which gave him a quick glance in between her legs. His eyes widened in shock as his vision moved across her pussy, the exposed, hairy pussy of Jennifer's mom.

Mrs. Taylor bent over again, her breasts waving like firm water balloons over the pastry tray. "Really, Nicholas, try any one you please. They're all quite luscious.""Yes, um, thank you, Mrs. Taylor." Nicholas reached for a puff, being careful to keep his hand well away from any naked flesh. He took one of the spinach puffs that was closest to him. His fingers were clumsy though as his eyes were in fact focused on her left boob. It certainly was luscious.

"No, no, Nicholas, don't take just one. Here, put a few on one of the napkins."

"Yes ma'am," Nicholas replied. Unfortunately, the napkins were at the back of the tray, right in between her hanging boobs. He held his breath as he reached for one. It was impossible for his hand to avoid touching the curve of a breast. His dick was feeling very uncomfortable in his pants, as it was poked downward and swelling hard.

"Here, let me help you," Jennifer interjected as soon as she saw Nicholas's hand brush against her mother's breast.

Nicholas gratefully pulled back. His face was flushed with embarrassment. He could feel a bit of perspiration on his brow. He wasn't sure if it was the temperature in the room or his own sexual tension. Mrs. Taylor turned to Jennifer as she placed a selection of pastry puffs on a napkin. As both of their eyes were clearly focused on the tray, Nicholas reached down into his crotch to adjust his cock. It was not unnoticed, however, by Mrs. Taylor.

"OK, now, well, Nicholas, is there anything else you'd like?" She smiled pleasantly at him. Nicholas was looking intently at her eyes, keeping them firmly focused there, but he could not help notice those humongous tits in the lower periphery of his vision. He could feel the sweat on his brow.

"No, but thanks Mrs. Taylor, I'm fine."

"Well, that's good, I'll then just leave you two kids alone. I need to check on dinner." Mrs. Taylor turned and left the room. Nicholas's eyes followed the wiggle of her bottom as she departed. He was surprised at how firm and round it was. He wouldn't have expected to find a middle aged woman's bottom to be so attractive. He now wished that he had gotten a better look at her pussy.

"Hmmph." Jennifer cleared her throat. She could see Nicholas staring at her mother's butt as it wiggled out of the room.

"Oh, sorry Jennie." Nicholas was sincerely apologetic. It would have been rude to be staring at Jennifer's mother's butt even when she was dressed, particularly in front of Jennifer, but to do so when she was naked? Well, that seemed so much worse.

Jennifer sighed. This was what she had feared. She knew her mother was very attractive. It was perfectly understandable for Nicholas to look, even to stare. My goodness. He was just entering manhood. How could a young man not be transfixed by the sight of a naked woman standing over him, showing him her luscious full breasts? Would you expect a boy to just ignore the women at a strip club? She couldn't expect much more from Nicholas. But, still, this was her mother.

"Really, Jennie, I'm sorry."

"No, that's fine Nicholas. I understand. I mean, how could you not look?"

"Yea, well." Nicholas didn't know what to say. "I, uh, well, I really wasn't, you know, expecting this."

Jennifer couldn't help but chuckle at that. How many boys would expect their girlfriend's mother to be naked when they met her? "No, I know, I really should have warned you. I was just hoping so much that I could talk them out of it, and then I was afraid that you wouldn't come over if you knew. I mean, well, would you really have even believed me?"

That was a good point. "No, I suppose not. I would have thought you were just joking."

"I could have just called it all off, but that would have been worse. I mean, you wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth and who knows what you would have thought." That was very true. Nicholas would have figured that she was making up some ridiculous story to hide a more painful fact, that she really didn't feel close enough to him to have him meet her parents.

She spoke in almost a whisper. "This is why I haven't wanted you, to, you know, see me, in that way."

Nicholas did not really understand this. He would assume that she should in fact be relatively more comfortable with nudity than the average girl. She certainly had a lot more experience with it. He had to ask.

"But, gosh, Jennie, um, don't get me wrong, but it seems like you've at least had a lot of practice." As soon as he said this he felt bad. He didn't want to put her on the spot. It was bad enough for her to feel uncomfortable about her parents; it didn't help for him to put her on the spot.

She looked him in the eye, looking for understanding. "But, it's not always good practice. You've seen my mother. I always feel so, well, ridiculous, next to her."

Nicholas still didn't know what she meant.

Mrs. Taylor called out, "Does anybody want some of my cookies?"

Nicholas's eyes went toward the sound. Mrs. Taylor was peeking around the corner from the kitchen. The tip of one breast was peeking out as well. "Uh, no, Mrs. Taylor, I'm fine." He was feeling better. His erection was going back down. Mrs. Taylor directed her next question to Jennifer. "How about you, honey?"

"No, mother, I'm fine as well." She really wasn't entirely fine, and even if she wanted a cookie she would have said no just to keep her mother in the kitchen.

"Well, alright, then I will join you two young lovebirds. The dinner will keep for awhile." Jennifer wasn't sure which annoyed her most, her mother being naked or referring to them as lovebirds. Well, it had to be the nudity.

A boyfriend's eyes naturally followed the mother as she entered a room. However, in this instance what was clearly notable about the mother was her bobbling boobs. Nicholas could feel his face flush again, and he pulled his eyes up to Mrs. Taylor's eyes.

Mrs. Taylor sat in an easy chair across from them and, fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), she crossed her legs. Nicholas took the cue and crossed his own legs, perhaps for a comparable reason. With his legs crossed, Jennifer and Mrs. Taylor could not as readily see his erection.

Mrs. Taylor, however, made no effort to hide her breasts from view, and from this distance Nicholas felt it was no effort to feast his eyes on them while still keeping them focused on her eyes so that it was not so obvious what he was really looking at. However, his dick got harder and harder as he enjoyed the sight of those round luscious globes standing up so proudly, the nipples poking out, asking to be tweaked. He had a difficult time focusing his attention on their conversation. He had been expecting by this time to be telling Jennifer's mother how pretty she was. That seemed to be the usually polite thing to do when you met the parents. He had been well prepared to state the cliche, "Golly, Mrs. Taylor, I certainly see where Jennifer gets her good lucks," but somehow that now seemed a bit inappropriate.

Mrs. Taylor though appreciated the awkwardness of the situation. She realized that very few mothers greeted their daughters' boyfriends without any clothes. At some point this needed to be acknowledged, and she doubted that Nicholas was comfortable or secure enough to bring up the topic. "Nicholas, I suppose I am making you a bit uncomfortable in being naked."

Nicholas wasn't sure how to respond. What was the correct answer to that question? "Um, well, it was kind of a surprise."

Mrs. Taylor's mouth opened with her own surprise. She turned to her daughter. "Jennifer! You didn't tell him that we were home nudists?"

Jennifer wasn't entirely willing to be the one on the defensive. "I was hoping you would change your mind."

"Well, we were very clear that we wouldn't, and Nicholas certainly should have been warned about this."

Jennifer couldn't disagree with that. "Yes, I know. I am sorry about that." She couldn't believe that she was the one apologizing when it was her mother that was sitting naked in front of her boyfriend.

"My goodness." She turned her attention back to Nicholas. "My dear boy, I am so sorry. I had assumed that you would know that we wouldn't be wearing any clothes." She laughed a bit at the thought of how surprised he must have been. Her breasts wiggled with her chuckling. "You poor thing. Well, this must be quite a shock for you."

Nicholas wanted to support Jennifer, but also felt that he should not be disagreeable with her mother. He was again uncertain what to say. "It's ok, Mrs. Taylor. Jennifer explained to me about it when I got here."

"Yes, well, nevertheless. I know that many persons find it quite uncomfortable to be around nudists. For example, I know that you want to look at my breasts and that you are working very hard to keep your eyes away from them."

Nicholas blinked in confusion. She was very right about that.

"We understand this. A young man your age will naturally look at a woman's naked bosoms. You can tell new arrivals at a camp by the fact that they are so uncomfortable about this. When they feel others will notice they try excessively hard to avoid even a glance. The struggle though is rather obvious. It's as if they can't even move their head or eyes. When they think that others won't notice, they then stare intently at your breasts or vagina."

Nicholas kept his eyes focused on Mrs. Taylor and tried to casually wipe some perspiration from his brow. He was not getting any more comfortable with her talking to him about naked breasts and vaginas in front of Jennifer.

"But, in either case, the more experienced nudists notice both actions. When everyone gets more relaxed they will more naturally and comfortably look at your bosoms and vagina. I mean, what would you expect to occur when you're naked? Personally, I find it flattering." She leaned forward and smiled at him. "If you want to look at them, just do it."

"No, no, that's alright, Mrs. Taylor. I'm fine." Nobody believed that.

Mrs. Taylor tried to help him with his discomfort. She knew that if they were going to get over the awkwardness of this situation, they would have to stop ignoring the "elephant" (more concretely, the boobs) that was notably evident within the room. "Nicholas, I want you to deliberately look directly at my breasts." She even used her own hands to cup and hold them up for a better display.

"Mother!" Jennifer protested. She couldn't see how this was being helpful at all. Personally, she had appreciated the fact that Nicholas was trying to keep his attention away from her mother's naked body. Now her mother was demanding that he look directly at her breasts. Her worst fear was becoming realized. Her mother was such a show-off. Jennifer always felt she paled in comparison; she would shrink like a wallflower as everyone admired her mother's stunning body. As a result, she had developed very serious doubts about her own appeal, her own attractiveness, and now her mother was even openly holding up her big tits for Nicholas to admire.

Nicholas was flustered. He really didn't want to do anything that would upset Jennifer, but there were plenty more reasons to obey the instruction of Mrs. Taylor: She was the experienced adult and her judgment should be trusted; this was her house; it was always very risky, and simply poor manners, to refuse a request of a girlfriend's parent; Jennifer's own approach to this embarrassing predicament had not been particularly effective so far (i.e., just hoping that it wouldn't happen); and, finally, he could now look directly at Mrs. Taylor's tits. He brought his eyes down from her eyes to look right at Jennifer's mother's delectable jugs.

She was right. He began to relax. The strain of keeping his eyes averted and the tension of trying to pretend like he wasn't noticing them was slowly drifting away. He could even feel some satisfaction and pleasure rise through him as he gazed at her lovely breasts. He considered and admired them more closely.

They were particularly enticing to the eye being held up by Jennifer's mother for his interest and pleasure. It was like she was providing a new choice of appetizers, and these were indeed scrumptious. Her nipples were even notably erect, perhaps due to the nature of their conversation and the fact that she was holding up her bulbous big tits for him, with an even bigger smile on her face. His own lips revealed a smaller but still perceptible smile.

Jennifer slumped back in the couch. Her face expressed a much more noticeable scowl, accompanied by a loud sigh.

Nicholas heard her and quickly turned away from Mrs. Taylor's boobs. He shifted his attention to Jennifer. Her arms were crossed; her brow furrowed. However, she was not so much annoyed with Nicholas as she was with her mother. When Nicholas caught her eye, Jennifer rolled her own to express her exasperation with her mom.

"Jennifer," her mother calmly replied, "If there is something you want to say, you should really speak up rather than make faces."

Jennifer was quite happy to do so, feeling that her concerns should be seen as entirely appropriate and reasonable. "C'mon mother, don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for you to be blatantly displaying your tits to my boyfriend."

Mrs. Taylor let go of her boobs. They jiggled back into their normal position, which was still quite appealing. "Now, honey, there is no need for language like that. You do not refer to your mother's breasts in such a manner."

Jennifer sighed with frustration, although she knew her mother was right about that. "Alright, yes, I'm sorry, but still, don't you think this is all so very wrong?"

"Honey, you have known me and your father your entire life. You're fully aware of our embracement of nudism and even why we endorse it. Frankly, all that is happening here is precisely what we have spoken to you about many times. You are uncomfortable with your own body and the bodies of others. There is nothing more natural and beautiful than to be fully open among your friends, your colleagues, and certainly your family. You are the one who is hiding behind the curtains of your clothes."

"Yes, and you are the one who likes to be on center stage."

"You can be here with me dear. I would love for you to join me."

"What?! You want me to take my clothes off now? In front of Nicholas?"

Nicholas's ears perked up. He would always be on Jennifer's side, but this was one argument that a part of him would like her to lose. He had been trying for sometime to get a peak, at least under her blouse. His dick was now expanding rapidly. He slid a hand down to his crotch to try to again covertly shift his cock into a more comfortable position.

Jennifer did not notice his effort, as her attention was focused on her argument with her mother. Mrs. Taylor, on the other hand, did notice, as Nicholas was pretty much in the same field of her vision as Jennifer. However, this was not the right time to discuss an erection of her daughter's boyfriend.

"Certainly, dear. Your sister never seemed to have much difficulty with this."

She was right again. Jennifer's sister, Patty, had always been more comfortable with the home nudity. But her sister's comfort only made Jennifer feel more insecure. Patty had the admirable physical features of her mother (i.e., a large, firm chest), as well as sharing a penchant for downright exhibitionism, at least that was how Jennifer perceived it. Jennifer never could understand though why her sister was so comfortable being naked in the house in the company of a boyfriend.

"Your sister, of course, made a more conscientious effort to carefully prepare her male callers for our unique environment. She didn't just throw it in their faces. And, I assume that the two of them had already been naked with each other quite a number of times."

Man, she hated it when her mother was right.

"Has Nicholas yet even seen you naked?"

"Mother, please." This was getting a bit personal and embarrassing.

By her reaction, her mother knew the answer. "My goodness, honey, the two of you have not even yet been naked together? Well, I imagine this has been a bit frustrating for Nicholas, here." She turned to him and smiled sympathetically, although also somewhat mischievously. "Perhaps some of these silly inhibitions will be overcome this evening?"

"Well, sorry I have been so busy." Mr. Taylor entered the living room from the front hall. "Have I missed anything?" By the expression on everybody's faces, he could tell that he must have missed quite a bit. He strode up to the back of the couch to stand behind his seated daughter and her boyfriend. His penis and balls hung quite noticeably over the top of the couch. Nicholas turned to look at him but quickly turned away. Mr. Taylor's large but limp dick was just about at his eye level.

"Oh my goodness, daddy," Jennifer protested as she turned to see his penis just inches from her eyes. She had seen it many times before. There were times when she could ignore it, but it was quite difficult this evening, given the fact that her boyfriend was sitting right next to her, with her father's penis hanging down right in between their heads, and her mother talking about her getting naked in front of Nicholas. She wasn't sure how this evening could get any worse.

"Oh, I see," her father replied. "Jennifer is in one of her more inhibited moods. Uncomfortable with the old man's jewels?" He chuckled. He found that she would eventually acquiesce with a little playful teasing.

"My goodness, though, mother," speaking now to his wife, "I see that you appear to be rather modest yourself. Are you trying to hide something from us?" He was referring to the fact that her legs were still crossed. She did not normally sit this way, even when she was naked. It was clear to him that she was keeping her pussy out of sight. Maybe she deserved a bit of chiding as well.

Mrs. Taylor though had her legs crossed for Nicholas's benefit, rather than her own. She really didn't need much encouragement to uncross them. "Well, my goodness, you're right father, how very rude of me." She uncrossed her legs and even opened them up so that her pussy was fully exposed.

Nicholas could not avoid looking. Frankly, he figured that she would again instruct him to look if he didn't just do it himself. If your girlfriend's mother wants you to look at her vagina, you should probably do it, and by now he was more than willing to cooperate. Actually, he would probably love to investigate any pussy that was offered to him. Jennifer's would certainly be his first choice. However, the fact that this was the cunt of Jennifer's mother did contribute to some additional swelling within his pants.

Mrs. Taylor's pussy was, in any case, very appealing. She had quite a bit of pubic hair but it in fact appeared to be nicely cut and trimmed. Melinda took some pride in how she kept her pubic hair neatly coiffured. Women spent a considerable amount of time on the hair in all of the parts of their body that were potentially open to public view. Most evidently cutting, curling, waving, ironing, or perming one's hair on the head, but also shaving the hair under the arms and on the legs, plucking untidy hairs in the eyebrows, and curling the eyelashes. Mrs. Taylor felt for a nudist it was equally important, perhaps even more so, to treat with as much care the hair on your pussy, and she did an excellent job. Her bush had the appearance of a delicate growth. It covered only the mound of her cunnie but it was not shaved so tightly that the edges suggested a sharp cut. It had instead the appearance of a natural growth that was attractively and neatly confined to the mound. It also wasn't a particularly dense coverage. She occasionally thinned the growth so that the lips of her vagina would be clearly evident. And, they were a delight to see. Her pussy lips were double-layered, thick and luscious, suggesting the likelihood of a soft, wet cushion and considerable stimulation for the hard penis fortunate enough to make contact.Nicholas looked intently for quite some time, not noticing that the room was actually silent as he studied her cunt. He eventually snapped out of his reverie when he realized how unusual it was to be staring at the bare cunt of his girlfriend's mother, particularly when he had not yet even seen his girlfriend's. A comment of Mr. Taylor also helped him to break his gaze.

"Your mother still looks good to me, Jennie, after all of these years." Normally, a daughter would be happy to hear her father compliment his mother like this. She might even add that, yes, mother was indeed very pretty. But, when your mother has her legs parted so that you could see her naked cunt, Jennifer was not particularly comfortable joining her father's accolade. Jennifer instead just bent her head and placed her hand on her forehead in disgruntlement.

Mr. Taylor misunderstood her behavior. "Jennie, don't be upset. Yours will be as attractive as your mother's someday."

Jennifer's face turned beet red with embarrassment, as well as annoyance. It was comments such as this that she had heard throughout her childhood, over and over, and it made her feel so self-conscious.

Mrs. Taylor ended this conversation by closing her thighs and standing up. Nicholas now watched openly as her breasts bounced and jiggled with her movement. Mrs. Taylor smiled at him, letting him know that this was perfectly fine with her. "Well, I better get back to the kitchen. I don't want anything to burn. I'm afraid that I am running late and it won't be ready for quite some time yet." She headed back to the kitchen.

Nicholas's eyes followed her as she was leaving the room. He first tracked the weaving and bobbling of her breasts, but when she passed him she stopped, looked down to the floor, and said, "Well, my goodness, who dropped this napkin here. We certainly can't have that." She then bent over from the waist, keeping her legs largely straight.

There was no way Nicholas was going to miss this. The lips of her cunt came fully into view as she bent over: a soft, juicy mound of flesh, parted by the thick flaps and folds of the layered lips of her cunt. And, her butt cheeks swelled with the stretching, providing a nice attractive view of her delectable round mounds. They even parted somewhat, providing a little quick peek down into the brown crevice and the red furrows of her rosebud. Nicholas knew what he would be thinking of tonight when he was alone in his bedroom, but then quickly rejected that thought. How could even think of replacing fantasies of Jennifer with fantasies of her mother. That just wasn't right.

Mr. Taylor pretended to scold her. "Now, you quit that, mother, you know we have a guest here." Mrs. Taylor looked back, winked at Nicholas, giggled, straightened up, and went into the kitchen.

When her mother first bent over, Jennifer quickly turned toward Nicholas, but her eyes then made contact with the thick, long penis hanging from her father just inches away from her face. 'Goodness, the head on that thing is so big,' she thought. As her father noticed the enticing posture of her mother, Jennifer perceived a bit of subtle movement in his penis, perhaps even a little swelling. She rolled her eyes in frustration and tried to focus her attention on Nicholas's face, although the bulbous tube of flesh in her peripheral vision was rather hard to ignore.

However, looking at Nicholas was not an effective way to ignore her mother's exhibitionistic display, as it was clear that he was enjoying the show. She could see his eyes widen in interest as her mother displayed her rear end. She wondered if perhaps she should just fight fire with fire. She was not about to let her mother steal her boyfriend's attention. She certainly had to do something about this. She announced to Nicholas, "I'll be right back." She got up and went into the kitchen to talk to her.

Nicholas was taken aback by the sudden exclamation and departure of Jennifer. He was worried that she was angry at him for staring at her mother's cunt. He couldn't blame her. If her mother had been wearing a dress with deep cleavage, or a skirt that rose up her thighs, he would have been very careful not to get caught stealing glances. He knew that girls didn't like it when you noticed women in revealing outfits, particularly when you were on a date with them. Perhaps it was much worse if it was the mother. Many girls didn't get along well with their mothers.

But, in this case, her mother had even insisted on it, and how could a guy ignore a completely naked woman who was bending over in front of him? This was social etiquette that his own parents had not adequately prepared him for.

He felt Mr. Taylor's hand pat him on the shoulder. Mr. Taylor sensed his befuddlement. "Don't worry son, she won't be upset for long." He moved around and took his daughter's place on the couch. Nicholas found it a bit uncomfortable to be sitting next to a naked man, his limp penis resting on his thick, hairy balls. Nicholas took only a very brief glance. This was an area of etiquette with which he was very familiar. You keep your eyes up while in showers and at urinals. However, he had looked long enough to again notice how big he was. The usual feeling of jealousy washed over him. As a boy he had even tried some of those contraptions to lengthen his penis. None of them worked.

"Does it make you uncomfortable, Nicholas, to have Mrs. Taylor and myself not wearing any clothes?"

"No sir, it's fine, really, it's your house and I certainly respect your lifestyle."

Mr. Taylor laughed. It wasn't a very good effort at lying. "You can be honest with me, Nicholas. I know that the first time a person is around nudists it can be very awkward. It must be particularly difficult for you, with us being the parents of your girlfriend."

"Well, yes sir, actually, it's a little surprising, to say the least."

"Yes, I imagine it is. And I suspect that it doesn't really help to have the little woman be so provocative about it."

Nicholas wasn't too sure what he should, or shouldn't, say in response to that. "Well, your wife is certainly an attractive woman, Mr. Taylor." Mr. Taylor smiled and Nicholas quickly added. "I mean, uh, with all due respect sir. I wasn't actually suggesting." Mr. Taylor cut him off.

"Don't you worry about it, son. Don't you be concerned about noticing the attractiveness of my wife. She has a great body and I know she gets flirtatious. Heck, she has really played with the heads of some of our friends. It's just good fun, although the other wives sometimes don't appreciate it. I remember." He stopped himself. "Well, I really shouldn't talk about that."

"Well, hey, thanks Mr. Taylor. I appreciate you saying this. I was kind of uncomfortable there, at times."

He chucked. "She can get you going, can't she. I am sorry though that Jennifer finds it so objectionable. Her sister wasn't nearly so insecure. Heck, I recall that at least two of her boyfriends also disrobed once they arrived."

"They did that?!" Nicholas really couldn't imagine doing anything like that.

"Sure, why not. These young men, like yourself, were old enough to make such a decision. In fact, as I recall, Patty may have even met one of them at a nudist camp. It certainly helps getting over that first awkward time together, you know, when you're alone, if you've already seen each other's bodies." Mr. Taylor laughed as he imagined what it would have been like for him to have met Melinda for the first time at a nudist camp. He had to suppress that thought though, as it also brought back memories of their first time naked together, and that memory was flooded with sexual tension and imagery.

That was, frankly, a major reason that Nicholas would be uncomfortable with taking his clothes off now. His erection had largely dissipated during his conversation with Mr. Taylor, but it would certainly return if Jennifer was standing naked in front of him. He had been trying for weeks to get her to take off some clothes, to let him at least see something. Just the thought of her taking off her clothes was enough to get him aroused. He was quiet for a bit as he imagined how nice that would be. Mr. Taylor was quiet as well, trying to distract himself from thinking any further about that first night with Melinda.

In the meantime, Jennifer was making some progress with her mother. Mrs. Taylor knew that she could at times be excessively provocative when she was naked. As Mr. Taylor suggested, some of her friends had even complained to her about it. She had always apologized. It was a sincere apology as she would be more careful in the future, at least to those who complained. She had also been honestly trying to help Nicholas relax by being quite open about the sexual nature of the situation. She did feel that the best way to overcome your insecurities is to face them directly. She apologized to Jennifer though for failing to appreciate how uncomfortable this might be for her. Nevertheless, she knew that Jennifer was upset in part because she was herself too inhibited, too uptight, about her own body.

"Honey, I am sorry. I won't tease Nicholas any further. I want you to know that I really did not mean any harm."

"Mother, I know. It's just that, well, Nicholas and I, well, like I said, we haven't gone that far yet."

"You haven't done anything with him at all?" Mrs. Taylor always believed in talking openly about things, including sex. She was as open with her speech as she was with her body.

"Mother, I won't get into the details. We've done things, but always with our clothes on."

Her mother replied, "Well, that couldn't have been much fun."

Jennifer scowled.

"Oops, I'm sorry. In fact, I'm sure it was great fun. You know, sometimes being naked all the time can take the excitement out of it. It's not like Stanley is ever surprised or is seeing anything new when I walk into the bedroom naked. I remember one time that we in fact did it with our clothes on. It took quite a bit longer. You know, that frotteurism thing."

"Mother, I really don't need to hear your details either."

"Well, I'm just saying you're right and I was wrong. I'm sure your sex life is really satisfying and healthy. In any case, it's not for me to judge."

"Thank you, mother." It was very nice of her mother to accede this point, although in all honesty her sex life with Nicholas was not really fully satisfying and probably not healthy. I mean, giving him oral sex through his slacks?

"However, don't you think that you would be much more comfortable now with Nicholas if you had already been naked together?"

Jennifer knew she was right about that, but that hardly seemed to be the point. "Well, sure, but we aren't ready for that yet. Here we are, not yet ready to see each other naked but we have to see you and dad naked? I have to see you naked with him? Holy cow, mother!" "Is that my fault? How long have you been dating?"

Jennifer admitted, reluctantly, "Four months."

"Four months?!" She couldn't believe it. "And you still haven't shown him your titties?!"

"Mother, not so loud."

"I'm sorry dear, but my goodness. What are you waiting for? Are you hoping that the wind will blow off your clothes?"

"Very funny," Jennifer replied.

Mrs. Taylor then had a thought that concerned her. "Oh my, is it the case that Nicholas doesn't want to? Does he have some sort of moral objection? Oh my goodness, Jennifer, I am so sorry if that is true." She was sincerely concerned that perhaps they might now be scaring her beau away if that was the case, although ultimately she would figure that he was probably not the right boy for their child if he was in fact so inhibited. But, it didn't matter, as that was not in fact the issue.

"No, no. He wants to do it. He's asked, in different ways, many times, for a long time."

"Well, then, honey, what is the problem?" Another possibility entered her mind. "You don't find him attractive. You don't want to do it with him?"

"No, no. I think he's great. I've thought about it a lot. I like him a lot. It's, um, it's really me. I'm just not ready, myself."

Mrs. Taylor had some difficulty processing this. She had been herself ready at a much younger age than Jennifer. And, besides, with the open nudity in the household, how could Jennifer be so uncomfortable, so insecure? She would have expected the opposite, like what happened with Patty. Patty at times seemed to relish the nudity. Frankly, she had herself at times become uncomfortable when Patty attended one of their gatherings. Patty was a very pretty girl, and with a much more youthful figure than her own. Her breasts were about as large as hers, which was saying a lot, and they were certainly firmer. She could see that the eyes of everyone would be drawn to Patty and away from her. She would at times feel quite jealous. She knew she was an exhibitionist, and didn't like it when she wasn't the center of attention.

It just dawned on her. Perhaps that was it? She had never really thought this through.

It's not unusual for a second child to have a problem that complements the first. Perhaps Jennifer was having difficulty in part because Patty was so at ease. Perhaps Jennifer was having difficulty because she felt intimidated by the apparent ease and comfort of Patty and, she had to admit, herself. She spoke warmly and quite softly, "Honey, why are you so reluctant to let him see you?"

Jennifer sighed. "I honestly don't know, mother. Many times I have thought I would be ready, but each time I just got so nervous, so scared."

"But why? You're a very pretty, very attractive girl."

Jennifer looked away from her mother and fidgeted. "No I'm not, not like you and Patty."

Maybe that was it? At least part of it? Mrs. Taylor knew that she liked to show off her good figure and looks. Patty was even more attractive. She did notice that Jennifer had chosen an evening in which Patty would be unlikely to visit. Maybe all that showing off over the years helped to make Jennifer feel insecure about her own looks, her own attractiveness. "Oh, honey, don't ever say anything like that. You're beautiful. You're a very." Jennifer cut her off.

"I saw how he looked at you. I've seen how lots of guys have looked at you and Patty. None of them ever looked at me like that."

"Well, honey, it was because you were too young for such things. It's different now. You're ready now, and, believe me, Nicholas's eyes will pop out when he sees you!" Mrs. Taylor had to laugh at the thought of that. She wished she could be there to see it.

"But, what if they don't? Mother, do you have any idea what it's like to be standing there with no clothes and nobody seems to even notice or care? Would you like it if father wasn't interested in you? If his eyes always followed the other woman in the room? Even when that Alfred boy was here, he just kept looking at you."

Alfred was a son of a friend of the family. Jennifer at one point had a crush on him. Mrs. Taylor did remember that evening. Alfred kept following her around like a hungry puppy. She hadn't minded. She in fact enjoyed it. She did like to flirt and tease. She hadn't thought that it would affect Jennifer in any way.

"Honey, I promise that Nicholas will pay no attention to me once he sees you."

"Really? Do you think so?"

Mrs. Taylor had another brainstorm. Despite all Jennifer's protestations over this evening, perhaps the truth was really quite different. Perhaps she had in fact invited Nicholas over to help her overcome her insecurities. Maybe not consciously, but perhaps at some level. Like any daughter, she needed the support of her family, and what better support could this family provide than help with becoming naked? She had made the suggestion earlier as a teasing joke, but now it seemed like a seriously good idea. "What could be better than tonight?"

This time Jennifer didn't immediately object. Instead, her face flushed and her heart fluttered. "Mother, not now, not with you and daddy here. That just doesn't seem right."

"I will get your father out of the room, and we will stay in the kitchen until you're ready." She would much rather be there. She really would enjoy seeing Nicholas's face. It was like her daughter's special coming out party. What mother wouldn't want to be there for that? But, she did appreciate that her daughter should have some privacy.

"Oh, mother, I really don't know." Jennifer was very ambivalent, but she had to admit to herself that the thought was no longer out of the question. She did admire how her mother and sister were so comfortable with their bodies. She knew that she wanted very much to be naked with Nicholas, that she had wanted to break the ice so many times before, but she had felt so insecure about it. Perhaps this was in fact a good time, a good way, to cross the threshold. It would be really helpful in getting comfortable in being naked with him now because it wouldn't have all of the charged atmosphere and anxieties of it being for anything sexual. She couldn't believe that she was actually thinking of doing this!

Her mother attempted to reassure her. "Honey, I know it's difficult the first time. If you feel that you're not ready yet, then that's fine. I don't want you to feel pressured into it."

"No, no, I don't feel that way." Jennifer didn't feel pressured. It was more like it was something she really wanted to do but had been so very ambivalent and afraid to do. She felt like she was a young girl again, afraid to jump in the pool or was feeling insecure about her first bra. Her parents had always been helpful and supportive then (actually, only her mother was involved with her insecurities about the bra). She said quietly but determinedly, "Alright, I'll do it."

"Oh Jennie!" her mother exclaimed. "I'm so proud of you. C'mon now, let's get those things off." Jennifer's mother reached out and turned Jennifer around to help her get undressed.

Jennifer would have preferred to remove her own clothes, but her mother's direct involvement was helpful in not veering from the decision. Jennifer in fact hesitated herself. As she started to undress she felt her ambivalence swing in the other direction. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. Nicholas had been repeatedly trying to get her to undress on a date, but maybe he would not want it to happen this way, at least not the first time. What if he was so shocked or offended that he just got up and left?

Her mother, however, just plowed on. She undid the back of the dress and, with one swift, smooth motion, pulled it down. Jennifer was now standing in the kitchen, wearing only a bra and panties, her lovely new dress at her ankles.

It was only when Jennifer was left with her bra and panties that Mrs. Taylor hesitated, but, it was not because of any ambivalence. It was instead to pause in admiration. "Sweetie, you have such a nice figure." She carefully folded the dress and placed it on the counter. "I wish I still had a figure like yours and, oh my, I would die for that derriere."

"Mother," Jennifer complained. She was embarrassed by this, but this time she also appreciated the compliment. Her mother could be lying just to boost her morale. Mothers were known to do that, telling their daughters how pretty they were, but she didn't think so in this case. She knew she had a cute bottom. That was one feature she often admired herself when she got dressed in front of a mirror. She liked to buy skirts and jeans that complimented her fanny. "Oh my!" she exclaimed in apprehension as she felt her mother draw down her panties. She put her hands in front of her eyes, feeling self-conscious to be standing in their kitchen with her panties now at her ankles.

Her mother, however, hesitated no further. She even pulled on Jennifer's ankle to get her to step out of the panties. Once they were entirely removed she stood up and unclasped her bra. Jennifer instinctively grasped the cups of the bra against her breasts, but her mother would have none of that. She turned Jennifer around to face her. She looked Jennifer in the eyes as she warmly but firmly took Jennifer's hands in her own to pull them away from her titties.Jennifer had no reason to feel embarrassed. Her breasts were lovely. They were very much smaller than her mother's but they were also very well shaped. They were firm, white bowls, capped with the most precious, perky nipples. "Oh honey," her mother said as she gazed at them, "they are so lovely, so appealing. They are certainly much firmer than mine."

Jennifer knew that she wasn't being entirely honest about this. Her mother had absolutely gorgeous large breasts. Her own did have a rounder shape to them, but she would prefer to be bigger.

Mrs. Taylor then bent her knees to get a better look at her cunnie. "Oh, and this is so pretty too!"

"Mother!" Mothers' compliments can be so embarrassing at times. They just dote over you. It's nice to hear but it can make you feel so self-conscious, particularly when you feel it is grossly overdone. Jennifer did not feel that there was anything especially pretty about her down there. She knew that boys would find it sexy to look at, but she wouldn't call it pretty.

However, her mother was in fact being sincere. "Really, honey, you have a very genuine beauty. I have had to work quite a bit on waxing, trimming, and shaping, but you have a very naturally delicate and appealing growth. It's there but it's not excessive. It's just sort of a faint, gossamer dusting; and your lips, my, they are so delicate."

This was going a bit too far for Jennifer. "Mother, please don't." Mothers will often tell their daughters how much they liked their hair, a new dress, their figure, but it did seem a bit unusual for a mom to opine on the prettiness of her daughter's cunnie. However, few girls had such an avowed nudist for a mother.

Mrs. Taylor stood back up. "Alright, honey, but it is really pretty. Let me fix this hair though." Mrs. Taylor helped to get her hair (on her head) back into shape. It had gotten a little unruly when she had removed the dress. When she was done she even reached out to tweak her daughter's nipples. "Let's get these up a bit taller. Men like that."

"Mom! Please!" That was crossing a line. Jennifer pulled away. Her mother did though get a brief tweak in, and it perhaps had some effect. Jennie's nipples though didn't actually need much help. It was just a mother being overly mothering, like a last minute dab at an unnoticeable smudge, or a quick comb of an unruly but inconsequential bang.

"Oh, this is so exciting. Are you sure I can't come out with you?" She really did want to see Nicholas's expression. It was just like when Jimmy (a boy she had dated in high school) was waiting in the living room to take Jennifer to the prom. She enjoyed so much seeing the delight on his face and the proud shine in Jennifer's eyes when she entered the room (mom and dad were dressed; they never displayed their nudity to minors who were not part of a camp). Frankly, this was even better. Jennifer had been very pretty in her formal gown, but she looked a lot prettier now.

"Mother, no way. It's hard enough just doing this. I don't want you or daddy to be there."

Mrs. Taylor knew she was right about that. It did seem reasonable for a boy and girl to want to be alone the first time they are naked together. The parents don't have to be there for everything. And, she certainly would not want Nicholas to be stealing glances at her much larger breasts when Jennifer was showing her own to him for the very first time. It would be nice though to get some pictures for the family yearbook. They had pictures of Jennifer and Jimmy before they left for the prom. What if Nicholas was the one? Imagine having a picture of them the first time Jennie showed him her titties! But, sometimes moms must step aside. "Alright then." She smiled at Jennifer as she called out to her husband. "Stanley!"

"Yes dear?" Stan responded from the living room.

"Would you please check to see if there are any of the serving bowls in the dining room cabinet, and, if so, bring one to me?" This was a good suggestion, as it would send him back through the front hall into the adjoining dining room, but then directly back into the kitchen through the dining room after he got the bowl. He could then join Mrs. Taylor in the kitchen, where she would explain to him how Jennifer wanted to be left alone with Nicholas for a while.

"Sure thing. Happy to help."

They heard Stanley walk off to the dining room. "Alright, dear, coast is clear" her mother prompted. "You're on."

Jennifer took a big sigh, her young breasts rising up, hopefully proudly, and she patted off to the living room. Her bare feet made little slapping noises on the kitchen tile. She didn't think she had ever felt so naked in her life. Her mother watched her depart with glee. She did wish that she had told her to wiggle her hips a bit more, but mothers always wanted to give a bit more advice to their daughters than was really necessary.

Jennifer turned the corner into the living room. Nicholas had not heard her enter. He was looking at a magazine on the coffee table, although in actuality his mind was deep in his thoughts of this strange evening.

"Nicky," Jennifer said quietly.

He looked up at the sound of her voice, and his mouth opened in shock. Jennifer was standing in the entrance to the room butt naked! He couldn't believe it. Was he going crazy? But, man, did she look good!

He didn't think he had ever seen anything more lovely than this. She was gorgeous. Her breasts were so cute. They were lovely little white cups, and so firm and perky. They made him think of those white coconut cupcakes, topped with a red cherry. And, her skin was so pure, smooth, and clean. She was adorable. His eyes also quickly went to her cunnie. His cock lurched with lust. Fortunately, when her father left the room Nicholas had spent considerable time getting his cock into a spot where it was least likely to be noticed. For him, that meant poking up straight behind his zipper. That was where his pants gripped him the most. So, he was now much less concerned about getting caught, and that was fortunate as he could feel himself bursting the seams. She had such a pretty little cunnie. The mound was so petite, the hair so delicate and fluffy, and the slit itself was a delight. It began with a little oval opening filled in with her clitoral hood, and then proceeding down from there as a narrow little crevice with just a bit of inner labia occasionally emerging in view.

Jennifer could almost feel his eyes gawking at her cunnie. She could feel her face getting red. It did add to her self-consciousness to have him stare like this, but the fact that he was so entranced was also reassuring and was actually precisely the reaction she had wanted. However, at some point he would need to acknowledge that there was more to her than her naked pussy. "Hey, stop staring, Nicholas," Jennifer playfully scolded.

"Oh, sorry." It was now Nicholas's turn to feel embarrassed. He looked her in the eyes and apologetically smiled. "Golly, though, Jennie, you are so pretty." Seeing her look at him as she stood naked in the entrance now made him feel self-conscious. He tried to naturally place a hand in his lap to hide himself, just in case his jockey shorts and slacks were not sufficient. He also wanted an excuse to touch himself, but he knew better than to try to do that.

Jennifer also flushed as their eyes met. She had worried about this moment so very long, had put it off for such a very long time. It was a tremendous relief to finally get it over with. Standing in front of him like this, though, like a model on display, was perhaps too much too soon. She scampered over to the couch.

Nicholas's eyes went back to her young breasts as she dashed for the couch. Whereas Mrs. Taylor's large boobs swung and bobbled as she moved, Jennifer's titties just subtly jiggled. However, they were equally, if not more, appealing. Although, Nicholas would have to admit that he was probably biased. These were the boobies of his girlfriend, the ones he had felt many, many times through a sweater or blouse. And, now, they were right out there in the open, jiggling and wiggling before his eyes. He thought of trying to grab a quick feel, but he knew that would be very dangerous. What if her father walked in? It was funny though to be even thinking about it. He would never imagine fondling Jennie's titties in her parents' living room while her mother was just off in the kitchen. But, seeing them perked up so proudly out in the open air like this; well, rules of social decorum were now just confusing. And her titties were really so awfully cute, so enticing, so inviting. Maybe just a tweak of one of her nipples? They were standing out so far, so very far.

Jennifer sat down next to him, as she was before. Actually, not quite the same. She was now more clearly against the edge of the couch, farthest away from him. Plus, she had her legs crossed and her hands demurely folded in her lap. She did nothing, though, to hide her boobies. They were just stuck out there, the nipples poking out somewhat off-center, toward the left and right. Jennifer leaned toward him a bit and whispered, "Do you really like them?"

"Oh Jennie, I love them. I mean, no offense, no disrespect to your mother, but they are much nicer than hers."

Jennifer beamed with this response. This is what she had never heard before. It had always been just the opposite. She assumed that since they were so much smaller that they were just disappointing, perhaps not even appealing. This might be a very good evening after all. She whispered again, "You know I'd let you touch them if mummy wasn't in the next room."

Why did she have to say that? His dick struggled against his slacks.

By now father had returned to the kitchen with the bowl that Mrs. Taylor did not in fact need. He was wondering why his wife was standing just behind the entrance to the living room, clearly trying to eavesdrop. She explained the situation to him. He suggested that it would be more respectful if she did in fact actually give them the privacy they wanted and she had promised, but Mrs. Taylor just pooh-poohed him away. Mr. Taylor, however, decided to practice what he preached and indicated that he would be in the study, making a call.

While conversing with him, Mrs. Taylor had missed Nicholas's remark about her breasts, which was perhaps just as good. In any case, as soon as he left, Mrs. Taylor entered the room.

Jennifer was disappointed that she hadn't stayed out longer. She had wanted more time to acclimate to the fact that she was sitting naked in a room with Nicholas. Mrs. Taylor, however, just couldn't stay out any longer. It was all just too exciting: her daughter was finally joining the family and in a way that was so appropriate, stepping out as a nudist with her new boyfriend.

Upon her arrival, she joked, "Well, kids, anything new happen while I was gone?"

"Very funny, mother," Jennifer replied. However, this time she was smiling with her mother rather than scowling with annoyance or frustration. As her mother entered the room, Jennifer looked at Nicholas through the corner of her eyes and noticed that he was staring at her own titties rather than following the weaving and bouncing of her mother's. This pleased her greatly. She even sat up straighter, pushing them out farther. This was the first time that a guy was actually looking at her boobs rather than her mother's, and it was so especially cool that it was Nicholas. She was feeling very proud of them.

Frankly, her mother was pleased as well. She enjoyed, to excess she would at times admit, teasing the husbands of her friends with her nudity. She liked it when eyes shifted to her. However, being a mother was now much more important than being the center of attention and she wanted this to be a good experience for her daughter. It might undo everything if Nicholas clearly preferred her body to Jennifer's. So, she had also watched Nicholas's eyes as she entered and crossed the room. He did meet her eyes when she first entered, but they quickly shifted back to her daughter as she walked by. He was clearly much more interested in her daughter. She was very happy for Jennifer. Nicholas clearly adored her.

"Well, Nicholas," she said after she sat down. "How long have you and Jennifer been seeing each other?" She actually knew the answer to this question, but it was the usual mother-boyfriend patter. Perhaps the evening would now be much more like a normal meeting with the parents. Nicholas tore his eyes away from Jennifer and turned his attention to her. "Um, well, about, actually, more than four months."

"Well, I'm glad for you both. You do seem like a nice young man."

"Yes ma'am," he responded. He wasn't sure what to say next. What do you talk about when you're in a room with two naked women; one is your girlfriend, the other her mother? He wished Mr. Taylor would come back. That might help.

She said proudly, "Don't you think she is a pretty little thing?"

"Mother," Jennifer again complained. There she goes again, being the typical mother, saying precisely the wrong thing to the date.

"Well, honey, you are. Any young man would have to be blind not to see it."

Nicholas wasn't sure if she was referring to some thing in particular (she can't mean a part of her body!), but he had to agree. It would be a terrible faux pas to say nothing in response to this. "Well, yes, Mrs. Taylor." He bowed his head, "I was saying just that when you were in the kitchen."

"Really?!" She knew full well he had been. She just wanted to get him to do it again. It would be nice for Jennifer to hear it again and, besides, this time she would be there as well.

"But, Jennifer, here you are, all in your birthday suit, and you're still hiding yourself from him. You really shouldn't be so rude to your guest."

Jennifer's eyes widened as she looked to her mother. What was she up to now?

"Just look at you, sitting there all prim and proper. Those gorgeous breasts of yours are certainly proudly open to view, but, my goodness, we can see so very little of the rest of you."

Her mother didn't seem to understand the concept of ambivalence.

"Nicholas, aren't you the least bit curious about what she is hiding there?"

"What?" That was about all he could muster. He really didn't want to get drawn into this conversation, but he had to admit, at least to himself, that he wasn't adverse to the direction being taken by Jennifer's mother.

"Mother," Jennifer protested, "Nicholas saw me when I came in."

Nicholas jumped to Jennifer's defense. "Oh yes, yes I did, Mrs. Taylor." "You got to see everything, Nicholas?"

Nicholas's faced reddened. What a question to ask! His mouth when dry. He just nodded in response.

"What precisely did you see?, Nicholas?" Mrs. Taylor was again addressing his nervousness, the awkwardness, by confronting it directly.

Nicholas, however, wasn't about to tell Mrs. Taylor how much he liked looking at her daughter's titties.

She answered for him. "Did she show you her femininity?"

"Mom!" Jennifer was nonplussed. She definitely had shown Nicholas her pussy, but she certainly didn't share her mother's matter-of-fact manner in talking about it.

Mrs. Taylor turned to Jennifer. "You showed him your bottom?"

"Jeeeeez mother," Jennifer complained. It was perfectly reasonable, albeit embarrassing, for mothers to show off their daughters. They will embarrass them by pointing out to a date a particularly attractive feature of an outfit or how especially pretty the hairdo was. Mrs. Taylor was perhaps handicapped in that regard as her daughter had removed much of what a mother would normally praise. She could, of course, talk about Jennifer's eyes or her hair, but given that she was sitting naked on the couch next to Nicholas, that would simply be ignoring the obvious.

Mrs. Taylor pursued her line of questioning. "She does have the cutest little bottom, Nicholas. In fact, I don't think I want you to see it. Once you see hers then, well, I am going to have to be the one that stays sitting down." She giggled; her breasts shook to and fro. Nicholas though didn't seem to notice. This was all going too fast and confusing for him.

Jennifer did like her mother's comparison of their bottoms. She wouldn't mind Nicholas noticing a feature that was much more appealing and attractive than her mother's.

"C'mon, honey, you get up from that couch and let Nicholas have a good look at that pretty little fanny."

Jennifer blushed, but she knew she wanted to do it. She turned to him. "Would you like to see it, Nicky?"

The honest answer would have been a very firm and loud 'Absolutely!' but he could only allow himself to mumble, "Uh, yeah," as he nodded.

Jennifer willingly complied. She had enjoyed Nicholas's rapt attention when she first entered the room. She had become a bit self-conscious about it as time passed and so had retreated to the couch. But, she wouldn't mind a bit more of his adoration. It was a little unnerving, but she was beginning to understand her mother's enjoyment of public display. She stood up and looked to her mother for direction.

"Good girl. Now turn your bottom towards him so that Nicholas can get a good look."

Jennifer clenched her hands with tension, flushed red, giggled nervously, and turned so that her back, actually her bottom, was facing Nicholas.

Her bottom was in fact at just about eye level, perfect for viewing and, her mother was right. He hadn't seen her bottom when she first entered the room, and it was by far the most attractive female butt he had ever seen. Of course, he hadn't seen many, but he had seen a few, and this one was such a cute little buttercup of a bottom. Not a blemish to be seen. A delightfully small crack down the middle with an ivory soap white roundness, so nicely curved, so taught, so delicious.

Mrs. Taylor thought of asking Nicholas what he thought of it, but she didn't want to put him on the spot (like he wasn't already there). "I'd show you mine for comparison, Nicholas, but, frankly, I don't want to embarrass myself."

Normally that would elicit a compliment; of the mother. Whenever the mother says her daughter is prettier than her, the well-mannered date should politely respond that mom is in fact a very striking, handsome women. But, Nicholas was beginning to lose his concentration and, along with it, his social grace. Jennifer's bottom actually made him a bit speechless. He managed only a brief, muted comment: "Very pretty." It wasn't much, but even that seemed awkward with her mother sitting right across from him.

Jennifer, however, smiled. She was now actually getting into this. The thought that Nicholas was sitting behind her admiring her bottom, and doing so in favor of her mother's, was very reinforcing. She looked back over her shoulder at Nicholas and grinned when she saw how intently he was staring at her tushy.

"Jennifer, bend over so that he can really appreciate its shape."

"Yes, mummy," Jennifer replied. She did so happily, although perhaps not fully appreciating how much she was about to show. She placed her hands on her knees and bent over. Her bottom rose up, her cheeks tightened (as if they needed to), her pussy came into view (very delightfully so), and her crack even opened to show Nicholas the little red puckered star deep down inside.

Nicholas remained speechless. His heart was pounding, his dick was straining in his slacks. He furtively glanced at Mrs. Taylor, wondering if she might in fact disapprove of the fact that he was staring right at her daughter's bare cunnie and butthole. He kind of assumed that most mothers would have a bit of a problem with this. But, she seemed to be just smiling about it, like she was actually pleased, even proud, that he liked what he was seeing. What to say, though, was so unclear. His own mother had given him lots of advice about how best to behave when you met your date's mother, but she hadn't told him what to do or say when the mother wants you to look at her daughter's butt and cunt. He thought, 'Should I really say that I love your daughter's pussy?'"Wow, I think you've left your boyfriend speechless, Jennie."

Jennifer looked back at him. She was herself wondering why he was so quiet. She could see his face just over her left hillock. When she caught his eye he gave her a big, awkward, clumsy grin. He really did look like he was speechless. She gave him a big grin.

Mrs. Taylor was so happy with how this was going that she even considered suggesting that Jennifer spread her cheeks so that he could get a good look inside. She knew how much guys liked that and perhaps her daughter could use a little guidance in that regard. However, she didn't want this evening to get out of hand or go too far. "Well, I think that's probably enough, Jennie. We don't want to give the young man a heart attack at his age."

Jennifer giggled, stood back up straight, turned around and bent down to give Nicholas a little hug across his shoulders. She was careful not to let her breasts press against him. That might be a little inappropriate. He very gingerly placed only one hand on her body, and that was just the tips of his fingers on her naked hip. Even that though was electrifying given the context. He was actually touching the naked body of Jennifer. Jennifer, however, more boldly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, whispered in his ear, "I'm glad you liked my bottom, Nicky," and gave him a little peck on his cheek. He watched her little titties wiggle as she got back down on the couch, this time sitting right next to him. He swallowed with nervousness, although his mouth actually felt rather dry. 'It's so warm in here,' he thought.

Mrs. Taylor spoke up, "Don't you agree that it's just so much better when everyone is comfortable with their bodies?"

"Yes, mother," Jennifer agreed, placing a hand on Nicholas's knee. She was so pleased and relieved that she had gotten past her discomfort over her nudity with Nicholas.

Mrs. Taylor then asked in a teasing, but still provocative. manner, "But, you know we do have somebody here in the room who is not participating."

It was Nicholas's turn to look at her in shock. She couldn't possibly be thinking about that!

Mrs. Taylor laughed. "Don't worry, Nicholas, I was just teasing. You can leave your clothes on. Jennifer is one of the family, and has been around this for many more years than you. It would really be expecting and asking too much for you to just join in."

"Um, yes, well, thank you Mrs. Taylor." The panic that had swept over him dissipated.

"I must say though that it is a little jarring to the eye. My little Jennifer sitting there all exposed, me in my womanly nakedness, and you there in a slacks, shirt, and tie."

Nicholas did feel quite funny about that. It did seem awkward and perhaps wasn't right. Jennifer must have felt very self-conscious being entirely naked in front of him, and for the first time at that, while he sat there fully dressed.

Jennifer spoke up. "Mother, if Nicky doesn't want to do it, please don't make him." She turned to Nicholas, squeezed his thigh, and said, "I'm actually glad I did it now, Nicholas. I've wanted to for weeks, but I was just too nervous. But I know how difficult it would be for you now. Please don't feel obligated or anything."

He had to ask her. "You don't feel uncomfortable being naked in front of me while I still have on all my clothes? That doesn't, won't, bother you at all?"

She had to admit that it was a bit odd, and it might get worse as the evening progressed. They were originally planning on playing charades after dinner. That might indeed get a bit uncomfortable. Imagine being naked in front of Nicky playing out some Broadway song. She thought, 'At least we won't be playing twister!' "No, it's fine, really."

Nicholas knew her well enough though to recognize that it was a bit difficult for her, and why wouldn't it be? He would have never asked, never even dreamed of asking, for her to take off her clothes while he remained entirely dressed. This had to be difficult for her. He turned to Mrs. Taylor. "I could take off my shirt, if that would help."

Mrs. Taylor responded, "What a wonderful idea! Nicholas, you're such a good sport. You've chosen so well, Jennifer."

Nicholas smiled. It was always good to hear approval from your girlfriend's parent.

She continued. "Excellent, that will be great." In Mrs. Taylor's mind it wasn't really much of a gesture. However, she considered it to be like a child first wading in the short end of the pool. Let him feel what it's like, get used to it, and then maybe he will go further. Pushing persons too quickly to become a nudist can have entirely the opposite effect of driving them away forever. Her daughter had jumped right into the deep end, but she had been swimming with them for quite a long time.

Nicholas could feel his face turning red as he began to undo and remove the tie. He wasn't going to show anything too personal, but it still felt a bit weird to be removing any clothing in front of Jennifer's mother.

Jennifer was delighted. She sat back against the arm of the couch and watched as her boyfriend removed his tie and shirt. She was looking forward to it. She could feel her heart rate increase and even felt a bit of warmth between her thighs. This did not entirely make sense to her because she had seen him many times before without his shirt. However, the situation was pretty different now, particularly with herself being entirely naked. And, besides, she knew that he had a really good chest.

Nicholas would normally stand up to remove his shirt. He didn't do so this time for two reasons. First, it would make him feel more self-conscious, as if he was undressing for them, which in a sense he really was, although only to an innocent degree. Second, his erection would just not go down and he was worried that it would be notably evident as he pulled his shirt from his pants. In fact, he now found the idea of taking off his shirt to have an important secondary gain. He could keep the shirt sitting in his lap to hide very effectively his erection. Taking off his shirt was turning out to be an excellent idea. He could use the shirt to hide himself all evening long.

When he was done removing the shirt he instinctively drew in his stomach, clenched his pectoral muscles and sucked in his abdomen. Jennifer and Mrs. Taylor both noticed the self-conscious effort to make himself look better, and both also felt that there was really no need to do so. Mrs. Taylor, naturally, spoke up first. "Nicholas, you stand up right now and let us have a good look at you. My goodness, you look like you have very nice muscle tone."

Nicholas self-consciously smiled and said, "Sure, ok." He kept his shirt bunched in front of his crotch as he stood up.

He had to admit that this was really kind of nice. Few boys could deny enjoying this kind of flattery, particularly by a woman as attractive as Mrs. Taylor. Any boy enjoyed having his girlfriend admire his muscular chest. Nicholas wasn't what one would call real muscular but he was well-shaped and nicely toned. There was very little fat. His skin was smooth, the pectoral muscles were tight, and his abdomen was particularly impressive. He didn't have the six pack ripple, but he did appear to have quite a number of years before there would be an inevitable pouch.

He was particularly proud to be showing off like this to Jennifer. She had seen his chest many times when they went swimming. She had certainly complimented him about his appearance before. However, there was something different, something special, about the present moment, and that was rather obvious: Jennifer and her mother were having him stand with his shirt off in the middle of the living room precisely so that his body could be admired and enjoyed. Perhaps this nudity thing wasn't so bad? He smiled bashfully at Jennifer as she sat on the couch, her hands again clasped in her lap, her perky little breasts sitting proudly on her chest, her nipples poking up, perhaps even more so now as she proudly admired her boyfriend. Jennifer did feel proud of him, and it was nice to have her mother recognize his attractiveness.

"Do you play any sports, Nicholas?"

"No ma'am."

"Well, I think you should." Nicholas smiled. "Oh, I bet he has the most wonderful of biceps," Mrs. Taylor gushed. She could tell that he was enjoying this. He was a little self-conscious but he clearly was savoring the flattery.