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 Like Mother, Like Daughter by Scipio Admirer

   Sitting in the hired car, on the way to the beach, I was thinking I
really shouldn't be.  My daughters and their two boyfriends: it was their
holiday and I was really the fifth wheel.  But the feeling all round on
their part was sincere and unanimous, I should join them in the south of
France.  They'd rented a three-bed villa for a week a long time back and
almost at the last minute another couple who were friends of theirs had to
pull out because of `tensions' (they were splitting up).

   "We want someone we're comfortable with Mummy," said Evie my eldest,
(she's 25, Andie my other daughter's 22), "someone who's just going to be
fun and no stress and who we can be just be ourselves with.  It's all paid
for, it's got a pool and everything and all you've got to do is just bring
a cozzie, flip-flops and a sun-hat.  We'll take care of all the rest." It
was a nice offer: they showed me the pictures, the villa looked really
attractive and the colours and the way they came alive in the Mediterranean
sun, it was going to be different to another summer in the cottage in
Shropshire (nice as that was, and the one thing I really wanted in the
divorce settlement.)

   It had been three years since the girls' father and I broke up but truth
was we'd been drifting apart a long time.  He was older then me by ten
years, his head always in books and mechanical diagrams and the last time
we'd slept in the same bed, let alone had sex, had been almost ten years
ago.  The girls and my teaching at a primary school dominated my life after
that, along with regular visits to my parents at their farm.  Edward had
been my first and last lover and we married in my final year at university
when I was carrying Evelyn (Evie).  The sex in the beginning was everything
I thought it should be, wanton, free and always forthcoming.  But he got
older, so did I, so did the kids and being naked all day and just doing
everything without clothes, without inhibitions, just didn't seem possible
for a couple as British as us.

   I'd tried dinners and hand-holdings with a few men since the divorce
(not before, mind) and had put my profile on an internet dating service but
the men just had some pungent edge to them in the way they came across,
like ripe cheese, that made me realize that when a man, no matter how old
he is spends time with a woman, it's really just one thing he's after.  I
like to seduce and be seduced and not be measured up for penetrative
possibilities within seconds of introduction.

   Young men though, like my daughters' boyfriends of whom the current two,
Stephen and Derek were the best yet, I liked them.  They are polite and
attentive and genuinely want to impress - not to get into my knickers but
maybe to make sure I wouldn't get in the way of them getting into my
daughters'!

   Anyway, so there we were thigh to thigh, in the back seat, me, Andie and
Steve with Derek in the front with Evie driving on our way to what we were
told was `une plage idyllique', a way off the beaten track and really used
by local families and villa-renters about 30 kilometres from Montpellier. I
love feeling warm.  When I retire I'm going to get a place where it's sunny
all year-round.  I'd been scanning the local newspapers' property sections
by our poolside since we'd come in the day before.  A small place in the
sun was just about affordable - but I'd have to sell the cottage!  And one
of the pleasures of living in England is coming home after a long walk on a
wet and windy day to a house warmed by a fire and the smell of aromatic
wood burning.

   We reached a car-park of sorts, a couple of hundred yards away from the
beach proper, took out all our things and walked down to the beach.  At
10.30 in the morning there were already about a hundred people there it
looked like, young and old, children and grandparents, walking, chatting,
sitting, lying down.  The waves were coming in gently around the rock
formations on either side of the beach and the water was a trademark
greeny-blue.  Sailboats in the distance and birds wheeling over our heads.
Yes, idyllic!

   We found a spot about halfway between shore and head-rock behind us and
started making ourselves comfortable on the soft, fine sand, just the kind
I like.

   "I don't know about you, girls, but I'm going topless," said Steve. 
He'd seen, like I had, like everyone must have, that just about everyone
else at the beach was.  It was a lovely day, water sparkling as far as the
eye could see, golden light bouncing off the golden sand, laughter ringing
out every where.  It all even smelt special.

   Andie looked at Evie, as Steve stripped off his polo-shirt as did Derek
and with an exchange of smiles that was partly taunting, shy, and knowing,
all at the same time, the girls just let their sun-dresses fall off their
shoulders on to the towels they were standing on, to be followed seconds
later by their bikini tops.

   It was the first time in years I'd seen both my daughters' breasts. 
Sure, whenever they'd come to stay in their university holidays whenever
their father wasn't around I might see one of them walking in and out of
the bathroom or their bedroom semi-naked but both girls naked in front of
me, that I hadn't seen for a long time, in fact not since before they both
had breasts and used to take showers and baths together on Sunday nights.

   Andie and Evie had grown up to be beautiful girls.  I'm biased but even
objectively you would say they were extremely attractive girls.  They had
great figures, lovely skin, wonderful smiles and being blonde never hurts
does it?  They posed for a formal picture of themselves as teenagers and
gave it to me for my birthday a couple of years ago.  It's one of my
favourites.  They look like European princesses.  How me and Edward - not
the handsomest couple in the history of provincial England - ever made such
a beautiful pair I will never know!  They aren't models or model-like but
boys have been crazy about them from the start.  They are just real girls
who go to pubs and eat chips and dress well and laugh at all the right
things.

   Steve and Derek were quite handsome themselves, but I think they knew
that their girlfriends were on a different level.  Steve is actually quite
a few years older than Andie, they actually met through Evie.  It's a long
story, actually not that long, but for a few weeks Evie and Steve were very
interested in each other and I think only the fact that Steve discovered he
and Andie got on even better made Steve and Evie realize it wasn't going to
work out between them.  That and the fact that Evie thinks Steve's dress
sense is just hopeless!  But they really did have something and Evie fell
for him very strongly at the start and when she found out that Steve liked
Andie she went venomous.

   She may be young and angelic looking but little Andie's capable of
getting her own way against the grown-ups quite often.  Andie had forced
Steve's hand by telling Evie about how he had admitted to her that he was
"in a dilemma".  Evie's ego meant she had to dump Steve straight away of
course, leaving Andie to gather up the rosebuds.  Anyway, that was last
year.  In between Evie met Derek (another older man - I think the girls
have an Electra complex) and as the sisters compete, (Andie and Steve were
seriously in love by now) Evie decided that Derek was `the one'.  He
actually is quite worthy of the title.  He's younger than Steve, but looks
older and acts older too.  He is a bit non-athletic wide-boyish, you know
the type - loud shirts and spectacularly lined suit-jackets all
eye-catching enough to hide the fact that he has one and a half-chins and
more than a chrysalis of a paunch.

   Derek moves in monied circles.  It was his friends who pulled out at the
last minute and if you and I were to dig deeper into Derek's and Evie's
relationship, the fact that she was actually relieved that Derek's friends
weren't here, says a lot about how comfortable my daughter and her latest
boyfriend really are.  I asked Evie at the start of her relationship with
Derek, how the sex was between them, (because it is important) and she said
it was very good.  Derek did ooze testosterone, that he did, and seeing him
at the pool and here at the beach I could see that although he might be
carrying a few more pounds in weight than ideal, he had a broad chest and
thick thighs and arms covered in dark hair and I'm sure he was a bull in
bed.  I heard him and Evie the night before, making veal chops.  He was
wearing draw-string shorts which looked expensive.

   Steve wore something quite different.  Tight trunks like Daniel Craig in
his first Bond movie.  They looked good on Steve.  He had a slim boyish
body and generally looked a lot younger than Derek, even though he was two
years older at 31.  Nice hair on his chest, not too much, and a trail of
hair from there down to and around his his belly-button and from there into
the white waistband band of his orange trunks.  He really was like a boy
grown-up.  Andie fell for his smile.  Evie did too.  It was very, very
charming I have to say.  Sometimes I just thought Steve was too charming.
He could twinkle and say and do all the right things with words and
gestures that danced across a room.  Sometimes I thought he was gay and his
attracting women was all an act.  I wondered if he would really be able to
dig deep into himself and be man enough for marriage, children,
responsibilities.  Andie loved him very much but she has always needed
someone strong to keep her on an even-keel.  I hoped Steve had these
depths, hidden as they'd been up to now.

   The girls really did look beautiful as they stood side by side, sharing
a bottle of water.  Andie was two inches shorter than Evie, a little fuller
in the body compared to Evie's slim frame.  Andie's breasts were about a
cup smaller than Evie's too, always had been.  There they were, my
daughters wearing just a couple of scraps of clothing in front of me, their
mother and their boyfriends, who weren't wearing much more.  I checked that
my breasts were properly tucked in.

   "Turn round, darlo," said Derek and he applied sunscreen over her back
and the backs of her legs.  Andie did the same to Steve after she put some
on her front and throat.  I did myself, my front at least, around the
neckline and bust of my `proper' swimming costume.  My breasts at 46 (and
36CC), were full and rounded and yes, drooping a little, but I was proud of
my bum and legs and of my tummy.  I looked about three months pregnant and
that was OK with me.  I was taking care of myself and not just with a
vibrator.

   "Swim, Karen?" asked Steve.

   "No kids, you go on ahead, I'll take care of the things.  You go on,
I'll go in later." I was getting increasingly aware that I was the odd one
out.  Older, maybe not wiser, certainly not as beach-bodied and of course,
I wasn't topless.  I was `The Mother', there to be sensible.

   I looped all the bags and straps behind my head, laid down on the towel
and waved the children off.  They really did look as good as anyone on the
beach, I thought, as I saw them weave their way through the other
sunbathers.  So many of them were topless!  And middle-aged women too! 
Even the elderly!  They had great hives of hair, big sunglasses and painted
nails on fingers and toes that stood out from yards away.  It was Europe
after all.  Looking around I realized I was actually one of perhaps 10% in
a top.  I opened my historical novel, dug my unpainted toes into the sand
and settled in.

   I was woken by cold water dripping on to my back.  From my position face
down on the towel, I turned to see Andie kneeling over me.  "Sorry, mum. 
Didn't mean to wake you," she said.

   I'd been having a nice dream I think, one of those dreams where you know
you've got one foot in both worlds, awake and asleep, light-headed and
heavy of body, able to hear, but not to talk.  I'd been floating in a pond,
among the reeds and rushes, just letting the water carry me.  I imagined or
could actually feel every part of my body in contact with the water.

   Waking up and seeing Andie I fell in love with her again.  Sunshine and
she were partners in making her a golden girl, her smile and her slicked
back hair, wet from the sea framed her beautiful face.  Beads of water ran
down her neck, down her collar bone and onto her breasts where they hung
heavy on her nipples, before dripping on to me.  I didn't mind.  Andie had
always been my favourite, I was much closer to her than Evie and it was she
who I hugged and kissed the most.  In fact, she kissed me now.  On my head.


   "Thanks for coming," she said.  She smelt of the sea, fresh and blue if
you know what I mean.

   Twisting all the way round now, I opened my arms wide and brought her to
me for a hug.  Her body, cooled by the sea, pressed into mine.  My heat and
her coolness - it felt very nice.

   The others had all gotten back now too and were vigorously drying their
hair and faces and reaching into the bags for water.

   "Uggh, the water's so warm!" said Evie as he swigged from a bottle.

   "There's bound to be people coming round with cold drinks," said Derek,
"we'll top up then." Derek was already face down on his towel.  The way the
water had matted his hair, I could see he had a little bit of a hairy back.
Something I didn't know about him.  Not unattractive.  "Darling, would
you?" he said.  Evie started on the sunblock.

   Steve was lying face up, rather flaunting his `pouch' I thought, as it
bulged up in his thong.  He had crossed his hands behind his head and
angled his hat across his face.  Without needing to ask, Andie smothered
him with sunblock, did her front, quickly, efficiently, maybe lingering
just a little too long on Steve's lower belly and thighs.  Her own body was
toned and tanned evenly, she'd been on a sunbed in preparation for the
holiday.  I was of course much paler, and I could see around the top of my
bottoms and around my swimsuit cups, that I already had a distinct contrast
between my `white meat' and `dark'.

   Andie offered up the suncream.  "Come, Mum." Her hands ran across my
shoulders and back, the back of my arms and thighs, my calves and even my
feet.  I'd gotten so sensitive.  Her silky hands, strong at times, felt
great.

   Having done my back she helped with the front too.  Her hands came up to
the straps of my swimsuit.  "Mum, are you sure?", she said quietly. 
"You'll look so much better."

   I did actually think about it.  "I'm not sure I'd be comfortable", I
said.

   "Everyone's doing it and no one's looking."

   She was right.  No one was paying me the slightest bit of attention.  I
stood straight, reached behind me for the fastening to my top and undid it.
Released from their support my breasts hung free.  The sun beat down on
them for all to see, including Derek and Steve.  They weren't looking. 
Evie was face down on her towel too, her leg draped over Derek's lower back
and bum, her arm across his shoulders.

   Andie squirted some sunblock into my hand and with one of hers slathered
my left breast.  All around her hands went, several times.  She finished
with an extra stroke of the nipple with her thumb.  I felt all tingly. 
There was electricity from my nipple to my heart to the small hairs on the
nape of my neck to my toes which I was alternately scrunching into the
towel and curling.  I looked at Andie and she was just focused on my breast
as she completed her job.  She was also breathing a little fast, it seemed.
All done, she looked at me through her sunglasses.  I could tell she was
thinking something but through the dark lenses I couldn't read her eyes.

   She smiled a little shyly.  She was still my girl, the one whose toes I
painted and who painted mine, the one whose hair I combed and who combed
mine.  The one who I took into my bed in the mornings and nights when it
was most cold and we both needed the warmth of another.  She was mine and I
loved her with all the heart I had left after giving the other part to
Evie.

   I did the other breast, all the while looking around.  The beach had
become busier in the hour or so since we'd arrived.  There must have been
hundreds there.  I did a quick scan.  All but teenage girls and the most
old in just bikini bottoms.  I was not them.  I gave Andie a kiss on the
tip of her nose, pushed her down on to her towel for her siesta, grabbed my
hat and just stepped off into the sand for a walk.  Instant decision to see
and be seen.

   Children were laughing and screaming and boys and girls were running
around, men and women lying down or walking hand in hand.  Some were alone.
I was.  But I didn't mind.  I liked me.  I liked my body.  I was proud of
it.

   And it was such a thrill to parade through the sand, me with just a few
square centimeters of cloth on my body, walking through all these
strangers. I found myself without consciously doing it, throwing my
shoulders back, lifting my chin and pushing out my breasts.  It was
liberating.  I was liberated.

   I'd been naked or near naked before in public, at the baths but there it
was kind of clinical and all quite asexual and in the showers it was all
showercaps and shower gel and soap and plastic sandals to stop athlete's
foot.  Here it was sun, sand, heat and humidity, barefoot bodies touching
and seeking exposure.  There are also no men in the ladies' changing rooms.
There were plenty of men here.

   I was sweating under the heat and, truth be told, I was feeling a little
aroused.  I cupped my breasts, to check my nipples had suncream and to feel
how hard they'd become.  It may have been sweat, but I was wet between my
legs too.  It felt good.

   I walked for 500 metres to one side and 500 metres to another.  I drank
from the public fountain, waiting for a short in a queue with children and
adults.  No one really looked at me, and if they had, I wouldn't have
minded.  I'd have welcomed it.  Nothing worse than being scanned and
discarded like a leaf in the wind.  No one looked away too quickly when
they were looking at me.  I looked at them too.

   Men were generally in baggy shorts, the women were generally in brief
bikini bottoms.  I wondered how many of them would be having sex that
night. I wondered how many of them wished they could be having sex now. 
Just a few small strips and triangles of cloth between us and the sun,
between us and each other.  Why weren't we all actually naked?  It would
make no difference really, would it?  Nobody was leaving much to the
imagination.  Maybe the boys in their big shorts could hide their erections
better but there were always towels for that and face-downs in the sand.  I
don't know why we weren't all naked right here and now.

   I wandered lonely as a cloud.  "Hey, gorgeous!" It was Eva.  She was
sashaying like a queen through the crowd, graceful, great posture and
breasts that were making a statement: "I'm proud of my body and I'm glad
you're enjoying it."

   "Hello, love!" I gave her a hug.  For the first time I felt her bare
grown-up breasts press into mine.  Firm yet yielding.  I could feel her
nipples as we embraced, I could feel mine.

   "Let's get some ice-cream." Eva had brought money; we walked to the
ice-cream seller.  Two nine-tenths naked women, he looked at us and didn't
look at us but I knew he looked at us even amongst all the others
(admittedly rather young customers) in front of him.

   We bought some for everybody but Evie and I started ours on the way
back.

   "Having a good time, Mum?"

   "Hmm, great.  It's a beautiful day" It was.  Hot with just enough breeze
to temper the heat - and add a frisson to bare-breastedness.  Evie's almost
boyish bum swung nonchalantly in front of me, the fringe of the bikini
bottom tucked into the crevice.  Her left buttock was almost completely
exposed.  A little bit of a tanline there, but not much.  It was `best in
show' without a doubt.  I decided I liked very much the semi-Aztec
butterfly tattoo astride her lower back.

   "You don't mind your old mum being here with you, do you?"

   "Love it, love you.  I, we're so glad you came.  We're going to have a
great time." She stroked my shoulder with her forearm and ducked beneath my
hat to give me a kiss.  "And you're not old."

   I loved her a lot too.  My eldest daughter had grown up almost too fast
for me, but now I think I was catching up and being the kind of mother I
should be.  I pulled her bikini fold out from her crack, she smiled like
the child she was not long so ago and we walked back to our base, arms
around each others' waists.  Like Eve and her daughter all those years ago.
It felt like life was opening up for me.

   We'd brought lunch, cheese and cold cuts in a cool box.  we ate naked
just as we would have clothed.  The girls and boys cross-legged, me a
little more demurely (not that I couldn't do the lotus pose if I wanted).
Of course the boys had coarse hair, densing up around the tops of their
thighs, and if I looked really closely, though I couldn't be sure with my
sunglasses, I could see one or two sprigs of pubic hair poking out around
Evie's and Andie's....vaginas.

   I had trimmed quite carefully before we came, I'd always been a trimmer
not a shaver of my crotch, just because I personally and my husband too,
liked a fuller bush.  Where the hair grew it was trimmed into a pleasing
fur but nothing unnatural, and those errant pubes which had migrated to the
thigh were tweezed whenever they appeared.  I was old but I hadn't let
myself slip, not at all.

   I played mother, handing out paper plates and cups and the girls helped
too.  Derek opened the wine.  It wasn't until I'd noticed the boys both
going quiet all of a sudden that I realized I was topless in front of them.
I looked at what they were staring at.  Nothing there, no food particles or
hair or anything, my breasts were quite alright.

   "What?  Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?"

   "Karen, I know I speak for all of us," said Steve, "you've got
incredible breasts."

   It seemed everyone else stopped breathing.  It was like the sound had
been sucked away.  I think even Steve realized he had gone too far.  The
girls' mouths were open.  They knew I could deliver a mighty slap when
angered.

   I looked Steve in the eye and with as cold and level a tone as I could
muster said, "Took you long enough to notice!" I laughed and so did
everyone else.

   "Mother Harrison, their splendours have only been guessed at up to now,"
said Derek.  "Thank you for sharing them with us." He gave a flourish with
his leading arm and bowed his head like a chevalier in front of his queen.

   Evie punched him on the arm and slid beneath him so that she could kiss
him.  She brought his lips down to hers.

   Andie gave Steve a peck on the cheek.  He was making a show of taking
off the wrapping on his ice-cream but I could sense his eyes on me.  His
trunks really were very small.  He looked really quite big.  I had chosen a
satiny floral costume and I was glad.  Spotting a damp patch amidst all the
leaves and tendrils wouldn't be easy.  Unless you really stared or were
really close.  I don't think Andie should wear light blue bottoms.

   The rest of the day passed as all great days at the beach do: sun,
SPF30, sea, sand and plenty of voyeurism.  Steve put out the thought that
there were national characteristics to breasts: French - full and
auberginey, Italian - rounded, Spanish - perky with nipples on an upslope,
German - conical and English - of which there weren't many on the beach -
perfect.

   "All girls grow up to be their mum, you know, in body shape" I said.

   "I could live with that," said Andie and gave me a kiss.  On the lips.

   I drifted off to sleep wondering whether mothers trimmed their pubic
hairs the same way as their daughters and whether there were national
characteristics too.  I rubbed my thighs together as I did so, just a
little but enough to get things going.

   We headed back at around 4.30, delighted with the day.

   We didn't fancy heading out again in the evening so we stayed at home.
Dinner was a simple salad nicoise, fresh bread, cheese, apple tart and some
fabulous wine.  We ate by the pool, the setting sun making everything
outdoors looking so very special.  Derek turned on the pool lights and then
you had those magical floaty light-waves bouncing off the water onto our
faces, bodies and walls.

   It was 9.30 and as much as we didn't want to leave our great villa, we
were all a little ou buzzed through sun-vitamins or something and itching
for something to do.

   "Swim?" said Evie.

   "Skinny-dipping!" (Steve, who else)

   Andie dipped her hand in the water, "too cold, love and I'd much rather
not wash my hair again."

   "Did anyone bring Monopoly.  Scrabble.  Triv?" asked Derek.

   "You could have if you wanted," said Evie.  Temper, temper my sweet. 
Evie always just got a little belligerent when drinking, before she got all
soft and eyelash-fluttery.  Or maybe it was their relationship.

   "No one's got anything?  Bloody hell!" Alpha males and their short
fuses.

   We all sat there, wine-glasses in hand, blackness and crickets all
around until dawn.  Suddenly the desire to interconnect with the desire not
to be anti-social came into stark conflict.  On our first real night
together since we came, we had to set a standard or the holiday wouldn't
work.  We were a family on holiday and the point of being on holiday was to
have a good time together.

   "I haven't drunk much, we could drive somewhere," said Andie.

   "No, dear that wouldn't be fair," I said.

   "I saw some playing cards on the coffee-table," said Andie.

   "Cards it is."

   Derek perked up.  "Anyone know how to play poker?"

   Once everyone got the basics, it became apparent that winning and losing
matchsticks wasn't the most thrilling thing in the world.  It was only
10.20.  We were buzzed with the sun, the wine, the dark chocolate.  Going
to bed would have been a waste.

   "I've got an idea..." said Andie, "...strip poker."

   Andie and Steve high-fived and kissed.  Evie and Derek smiled through
clenched teeth.  One thing Derek was though was someone who knew how to
take an opportunity.  He thought he couldn't lose.

   "OK, rules.  Normal clothing, no piling on the T-shirts, no socks,
footwear off one at a time.  Buy-backs allowed, bra 30 matches, top 40,
knickers 50, everything else 10.  Jewellery nul points.  Losers each round
lose one item.  "

   Derek had played this before.

   "Capisce?" He had to go all Tony Soprano didn't he?

   "Yeah, man!" said Steve.

   The boys were keen, the girls were keener.  They dashed off into the
villa to get appropriately dressed.  What had made them so uninhibited?  I
followed after them slowly, they wanted their old mother to play too,
didn't they?

   "Mum, you're playing?!?"

   I'd surprised them it seemed.  Emerging from my room in my full linen
ensemble of jacket, tunic and skirt (plus petticoat - it would have been
uncivilized otherwise), with T-shirt, bikini bottom and top, sunglasses and
sun-hat plus flip-flops.

   The four youngsters looked a little crestfallen

   "I'm not going to lose," I said confidently.

   Half an hour later we had moved back indoors.  And just to bring up to
date with the scores I was down to my sun-hat, knickers and martini glass.
I looked at my latest hand.  A busted flush or something equally as bad,
the highest card was a jack.  Next to me, Andie was in bikini bottom and
boots, Evie had one sandal and her bikini, Steve had T-shirt, shorts and
sunnies and Derek had only lost his T-shirt.  I wasn't doing too badly.

   And then I was.  Derek (the bastard) won again.  So every else had to
take off one thing.

   The hat had been held one hand to my chest all this while.  I flung it
across the room.  And took another swig of my cocktail.

   Andie was down to briefs and one boot.  "Mum, you sure?" She was sweet.

   "Honestly, Karen you can call it quits.  Early retirement," said Derek.

   "I'll retire when I'm ready and not before.  I haven't lost yet," I
said, in my best Helen Mirren.

   My heart was thumping inside, I was breathing fast, my nipples were
tingling and I was ever so wet between the legs.  I think I could even
smell it.  Strip poker with a bunch of kids, my kids and I was losing.  Oh
the sinful shame of it!  It was delicious!

   I won the next hand with a pair of eights, every one else folded.

   Derek scanned my winnings and the rest of me.  "You've got thirty
matches Karen, enough to buy your bra or your h-"

   "And then I'll have less to bet with when it comes down to the crunch.
I've won already, I can do it again." I reached out for Derek's cigar and
took a puff.

   "Playin' it as it lays, that's class," said Steve.  I always did like
him.

   The girls looked me in the eye.  I looked back at them and smiled.  I
was their mother, I had to show them I had guts.

   Steve was looking at me admiringly, through his sunglasses, I could
tell. Derek too.  I looked at them and could tell they had erections.

   Derek dealt the next hand.  Evie was still in her bikini.  Steve had on
his shorts, beneath which were his undies, Derek had the same plus their
sunglasses.  Andie and I were in bikini bottoms only.  God, she was pretty.
Even now, especially now.  We were next to each other, skin to skin.  I
could feel the hairs on her forearm with mine.

   I could talk to you about luck and cards and skill and the way they all
came together as we sat, a mother, her two daughters and their boyfriends,
almost naked, as we waited for what was going to happen to happen.  But I
won't.  You've known for quite a while now what you've wanted to happen:
what I wanted to happen.  My only surprise was I didn't know how much Andie
and Evie wanted it too.  How much everyone did.  And how much everyone
enjoyed it.

   Steve won the hand I think.  All I know for sure is that Andie and I
lost so Evie undid the strings of her bikini bottoms too.  Andie and I
kissed first.  A long, wet, lingering kiss, with Evie putting her arms
around us and kissing our necks and cheeks and whatever she could reach
with her lips before all three of us, mother and her two beautiful
daughters put our arms around and all over each other and hugged and kissed
and cried and laughed and danced and kissed and caressed and kissed and
looked into each other's eyes and breathed each other's breath.

   Since that day I've watched a fair bit of pornography and read even more
erotica and let me say this right now what happened next was not that an
interesting premise got down to a predictable, mechanical business.  What
happened next was a pure expression of love and lust and desire and passion
and youth and energy and sex.  Lots of sex.

   "I love you, Mum."

   "I love you Evie, I love you Andie." I sat back on the couch, pulling
the girls down with me.  I pushed the girls heads down to my breasts and
offered them up.  They fell upon them hungrily, Andie on my left, Evie on
my right.  They suckled on them for the first time in 20 years and it felt
even better now than it did then.  It was as if there was a silken cord
from my nipples to the back of my head with bells ringing every few seconds
as Andie and Evie lolloped their tongues all over my aureolae and nipples.
They held them, they kissed them, they rolled their tongues and lips all
over them, making my breasts as wet as my pussy was.  My pussy!  It would
need its own attention soon.

   Through my half-closed eyes, I could see Steve and Derek their mouths
open, their legs wide apart, looking at me and my daughters with
glazed-eyed desire.  I could see their chests move up and down.  I knew
what they wanted.  I knew what they needed first.

   With my hands I pointed at their penises and made the universal sign for
male masturbation.  The boys jumped up and pulled down their shorts and
pants and I saw for the first time what my girls had been sucking and
fucking these past few months.

   Derek's cock grew out of a thick bush of pubic hair, his balls were
heavy and his cock was thick.  A todger!  He started by rolling down his
foreskin, and then he licked his fingers and started tugging himself off.
He swayed in front of us, eyes half closed, yet looking at me, my
daughters, our breasts, our pussies, our lips, our tongues, our juices, our
everything.

   Steve's erection was like him, slim and elegant and not big and yet not
small.  Like my husband's used to be.  He was circumcised and already I
could see that he'd generated quite a bit of pre-ejaculate as a long string
of it fell to the rug.  He was hardly touching his cock though, he had his
hands on his hips and was just looking at us.  He had a big cheeky smile on
his face.

   "The Harrisons!  What a bunch of gals!" The boys high-fived and moved to
within just a couple of feet of me and my suckling daughters.

   I moved my hands around my daughters' arses and brushed my fingertips
over their cracks.  I felt hairy fuzz, I felt wetness, I felt openings.

   "Oh, mum, right there mum, yes mum, right there, yes mum." Evie liked my
fingers between her legs.  I pushed my middle finger into the yielding
flesh, and it went in, first knucke and beyond deep.  She was hot, she was
wet, she was enjoying it.  "Oh, mum!" Evie bucked with desire, her mouth
came off my breast and she kissed me.  Wetly.  She put her tongue into my
mouth and she kissed me.  Then she kissed my cheek, my chin, my throat, my
cleavage.

   Whether she kissed Andie or Andie kissed her I couldn't tell but kiss
they did.  It was a kiss of lovers who knew just how to kiss each other,
even though they may not have kissed in years.  They opened their mouths to
accept each other, they became one on my chest.  They stopped time with
their kiss.  It was beautiful to see and I swear I could have toasted
crumpets on the heat that was coming off all of us.

   Evie reached out her hand behind her, Derek came forward.  She grabbed
his cock and all the while she was kissing Evie her right hand was pulling
on Derek's cock, back and forth, moving the foreskin up and down.  Derek
put his hand on her shoulder.  Derek's cock was just inches from my face, I
could see the little veins on his shaft, see the big veins pulsating, I
could see the slit in his cock-head opening and closing as Evie worked his
foreskin up and down his glans, I could see the hair on his balls.  I could
smell him.

   My own pussy throbbed and with each pulse it melted a little more. 
Andie sensing what was happening put her hand on my bush and threaded a
finger through my outer lips.  I could feel every whorl of her fingertip. I
can't remember taking a breath in all that time.  The girls' weight, their
heat, their sweat, their smells, that of the boys, my own sweat, my own
wetness, my own heartbeat, the way the candle to the side of us flickered
in a rhythm that matched all our movements: I was aware of them all.

   Steve came right up to Andie and rested his cock on her shoulder and she
turned and took him all in.  Her mouth went half-way down his cock and then
slid back.  Steve's cock looked massive now, the tip a bull's eye right in
front of me.  Andie looked up at me ever so subtly, she knew.  Yes, she
knew.  She took her hand off my pussy, grabbed Steve's cock and pulled it
to my mouth.  It was only when it went past my lips that I opened wide.  I
opened wide and tasted Steve.  Actually I did more than taste him, I sucked
the skin off him.  I clamped down with my lips and lolloped him with my
tongue.  He choked me soon enough in my over-enthusiasm and I made him
wince when my teeth scraped him but I sucked and I sucked and I sucked,
each time taking in life-giving oxygen and life-giving cock.  Evie slid off
my right hand, and now with both hands free I held Steve's cock and balls
and made sure he was mine.  His pubes tickled my nose in a nice way.  Andie
was stroking his hips and thighs and bum with her left hand, her right arm
she had around my neck.

   Evie had turned round to face Derek and was sucking him off too.  He had
one foot on the sofa and was pretty much fucking Evie's mouth, going in
deep till the tip of her nose was almost on his belly before pulling out,
all wet and shiny before going in again.  Her eyes were closed, her
expression concentrated, tender and loving.  I was amazed she could take
him in so deep.  She must have been practising.  Evie and I were shoulder
to shoulder so I had a great view of Derek's blue-veined coral-headed cock.
It looked indestructible.

   Derek's was close but Steve's was right there in my mouth.  Andie kissed
me and of course, in doing so, kissed Steve's cock.  I was happy to share.
As was Steve.  He dipped in and out of his girlfriend's mouth and mine, he
put his hands very lightly on our heads and never missed.  I palmed his
balls and tickled his perineum.  Andie went round the back and from what I
could feel, was putting her thumb up Steve's arse.

   "Nice, girls, nice," sighed Steve.  He bunched his fists tighter in our
hair.  I kept up a good rhythm on his cock whenever I had the chance and if
ever I snagged a pube in my mouth passed Steve on to Andie before I
disposed of the errant hair.  I kissed her as much as I could, we were
cheek to cheek, Steve's cock glided between us, silky, slippery and tasting
surprisingly of oysters.  Andie's mouth tasted of honey and wine, cinnamon
and cloves: sugar and spice and all things nice.

   My breasts, my belly, my pussy my bum, my fingers and toes were on fire
and it felt as if I didn't have any bones in my body.  It was all flesh,
lips and cock and balls and skin.  Steve's cock kept its insistent rhythm,
Andie's hand hadn't left his backside and I could tell by the way Steve
kept spreading his legs just a little bit wider every time he pushed
forward that Andie's thumb was going further and further inside him.

   All this probably just took two minutes, it felt like hours.  I looked
over at Evie and Derek Evie had gone lower on the couch, till her bum was
resting on the edge and Derek was kneeling in front of her.  His belly was
hiding a view of his cock going in and out of her but whatever he was doing
it was working.  Evie, the backs of her legs resting on Derek's shoulders
was gasping with every penetrating stroke, her eyes were half-closed, her
face sweaty and flushed, her gorgeous blonde hair all over her shoulders.
She still had her bikini top on, the only one dressed in any kind of
clothing and Derek's hands were on her breasts, palming and kneading them.
He leaned forward to kiss her.  He might have been a bit of an animal but
he was obviously some lover.  Evie kissed him back hard, he grunted, she
groaned, their bodies were in a brilliant rhythm and even though I couldn't
see his cock I knew he was deep inside her.  Maybe there was a little bulge
just above Evie's pubes every time Derek dug in?  I couldn't tell for sure.

   "I'm fucking you babe, fucking you in front of your mother, in front of
your sister, in front of her fucking boyfriend.  We're all fucking and I'm
fucking you, you fucking beauty.  Fuck, this is a fucking good holiday!"

   Derek looked over at me, our eyes locked.  He wanted me too.  I knew it.
Evie's arm was now resting on my thigh, every movement she made was felt by
me.  I intertwined my right hand in her left, and squeezed hard.  She
squeezed back.

   Andie and I continued our servicing of Steve, and she and I kept on
kissing and cuddling too.  I brought my left hand on to her pubes, I
couldn't quite get an angle or she position for me to find her clitoris
with my fingertip but when she tried the same with her right hand palm
down, I realized if I just scooted my hips up and raised my legs she could
get her finger, even two, right inside me.  "That's great love, just there
my love, oh....my love." She had found the spot I liked whenever I used my
own fingers and was stroking it just right.  I kissed her deeper and longer
as a reward, all the while Steve's cock bobbing against our lips.

   "I'm close, babe, I'm close," said Steve.

   Andie sucked him in once more, slowly, very slowly and let him go and
then with his cock jerking in front of us, Steve came.  We were so close to
his cock his ejaculation hit both of our lips, cheeks and mouths as he
spasmed, his fists so tight in our hair now.  Andie opened her mouth, I
followed her lead and as Steve's cock gave us it's last jolts I had sperm
on my hot cheeks and some in my mouth.  Andie had the same.  Steve came a
little more than my husband who used to give a fair amount.  They tasted
the same, maybe my husband's a little sweeter.  "I'm dizzy," said Steve. 
He leaned over us, his torso making a canopy over our heads as me and Andie
kissed again.  She licked my warm face.  I licked hers.  Steve's come
swirled around us and was being eaten at a fair rate.

   "I love you, Mum."

   I love you, Andie, I thought.  I had the words in my throat but couldn't
say them.  I was overwhelmed with what had happened and what was happening
and I needed an orgasm of my own.

   Steve stepped back and sat in the armchair to our left.  Andie went over
and sat on his lap for a kiss and a cuddle.  We all just got our breath
back and watched Evie and Derek going for it.  I could see Evie's trimmed
bush, a little like mine, all matted with sweat as Derek did his thing. 
The sweat poured off him on to Evie, I had moved a little way away from
Evie and our hands were no longer clasped together but I was with her all
the way.  I knew she was getting close.  With the blood no longer rushing
through my head I could hear just how much noise they were making.  Derek,
on his knees and thrusting with his hips, was banging the sofa hard and
grunting like a bull.  Evie was gasping as the air kept being pushed from
her lungs.  Her legs went wide apart, spreading wider than Derek's
shoulders and she supported them with her hands.  For the first time I saw
Derek's big cock going deep inside Evie, pistoning in and out, his curly
pubes meeting her fuzzy strip before rocking back and leaving just an inch
or two inside her.

   I leant forward, craned my head and could see her pussy lips spreading
and contracting around her boyfriend's cock, the nodge of her clitoris
getting touched all the time.

   "Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh..." Evie gasped till she couldn't breathe until
with one big inhalation she was finally able to release all her tensions
into one massive climax.  She literally shook and her head went from side.
Her face so red, flared even redder, until 20, 30 seconds later she focused
her eyes, looked at me and smiled.

   "Here it comes, girl", Derek clenched his bum, his eyes rolled back and
he literally shook as he came deep inside my eldest daughter.  He jerked
his hips with every ejaculation until he too was finished.

   I clapped.  What else could I do?  It had been some performance.  "Del
Boy, my man, nice job son!" said Steve.  Derek smiled bashfully, all his
grown-up testosteroneity suddenly subdued and I could see what he must have
looked like when he was a boy, with his side-parting and dimple-cheeked
smile.  Andie and Evie exchanged smiles too.

   "Whooah boy." Derek sighed with contentment and relief.  He looked
exhausted.  He was sweating all over his face, back and belly.  He was as
wet as I was between my legs.  He was still inside Evie but making small
motions to reverse out.  I was thinking about just how much he must have
put inside her.

   "Get a towel Andie, or it's going to be a bastard to get off the rug,"
said Evie, and Andie rushed off.  I hoped she was going to wash her thumb
too.  The sofa looked a little soiled already but it was probably sweat.

   "Mummy!  Come here.." Thankfully Evie shook me out of my mundane
practicalities, (though she started them!).  "....And give me a kiss."

   I did as I was told.  Leaning over, I kissed Evie long and hard, and she
probably got a taste of Steve too.  I looked up at Derek still cock-deep
inside my daughter.  I put my hand on the matted hair on his heaving chest
and palmed off some of the sweat.  I actually didn't know what to say to
him.  I knew what I could say, I knew what I wanted to say but even now
after all that we'd done, I didn't quite know how.

   I decided Andie wasn't going to need that towel.  I pushed Derek back
with my left hand and with my right, going beneath Evie's thigh, I cupped
her pussy and bum.  I'd get anything that dripped out.  And I did.  A good
handful, like a portion of shampoo came out soon enough.  I had my left
hand cupped around Derek's cock (it was heavy!) and got the drips from that
too.

   Andie and Steve had come up and were paying close attention.  I brought
my cupped hands up to my face and spread all of the accumulated cum onto my
face.  French skincare.  An old wives' tale that I had on good authority,
worked.

   I must have looked a picture, face all slimed up, hair askew and mascara
no doubt streaking (and of course there was the complete nudity) but I
didn't care.  I was smiling.  My pussy was shooting stars up to my brain
and all I could see with my eyes and take in with my senses was an
opportunity to express myself sexually.  I'd been waiting a long time.

   I sucked on Evie's breasts, and knowing that she'd still be too
sensitive beckoned Andie to sit down.  I made my way to her pussy; licked
that up and down and in and out and did the hokey-cokey just the way I
liked it being done to me, though her Dad had never done it enough, and
made her reach her own climax soon enough.  All we Harrison girls it seems,
go red across our chests, throats and faces when we're coming.

   Everyone was on or around the sofa: my family.  Everyone had been wined
and dined, the washing-up done and everyone had been given an orgasm. 
Everyone except me.

   I stood up, spread my arms and said: "Boys and girls, my turn."

   The girls went to kiss me, the boys pawed at my breasts, and someone (I
bet it was Steve) slapped me on the bum.  "Work it out between you, but
none of us are doing anything else until I get my pussy looked after."

   "How about your bum?"

   "Not today, thank you." Not ever.  Well, maybe not until I asked the
girls.

   Evie took charge.  She got Derek to pull the coffee-table away and
pushed me down so that it I was on my hand and knees on the rug facing the
sofa.  She had Derek sit right in front of me and had Steve kneel behind
me. She and Andie sat either side.

   "Mum, it's been a weird night, it's been a great night, and it's going
to get even weirder and better," she said.  "We're up for anything now, you
don't need me to tell you but are you sure?"

   I nodded.

   "Really sure?" asked Andie.

   "Every night?" asked Evie.

   "Whenever and wherever" I said.

   Derek's cock which had been semi-demi suddenly swung up right in front
of me.  Good beast.  Nice beast.

   "OK.  So we don't have to do anything more than..."

   "Shut up, Evie and just get one of the boys to screw me silly."

   I grabbed Derek's cock and pulled the foreskin down.  Getting it into my
mouth at the angle I was in took some doing and I realized that him sitting
on the sofa wasn't going to work.  I pulled him down to the rug and pushed
him on his back and started sucking him off.  My back crack, including
bumhole, was getting licked now.  I was pretty wet already what with all
the secretions but I wasn't complaining about the extra care and attention.
I turned round to see who it was, and Andie smiled back.  I looked over the
other shoulder, Evie was actually sucking off Steve!  Was it something
they'd always been doing?

   Steve was lubed up.  I was lubed up.  I was entered smoothly.  Steve's
cock was the first I'd had in ten years and I clenched my muscles around
him.  "Ah, your mum's tight!" squealed Steve.

   "All yours.  Steve, dear!" I said.

   I let Steve know how toned I was, rolling my pussy around his cock,
before I left him to his own devices.  He kept up a good rhythm and was
filling me up nicely, and was hitting the right spots.  I thought back on
what he asked earlier.  Maybe up the bum at some stage too, gently at
first, very gently but then maybe him and Derek in first and second
hole....

   I had Derek's cock in my hand and put it in my mouth.  It felt really
strange because beyond (cigar-like) vibrator and my husband and Steve, I
had not had any experience with a cock as thick and as large as this one. I
would say it was seven to eight inches, which I knew to be pretty big by
normal standards but it was thick too.  I really had to open wide....

   I must have been gazing a little too long in contemplation.  "I've had
bigger mum," Evie whispered as she joined me on Derek's cock, "but they're
no fun.  How's Steve doing?'

   "Great," I gargled.  "Steve, you're doing great, love," I shouted over
my shoulder.  He really was.  He was slip-sliding inside my pussy
perfectly, hitting all the spots, finding all the ridges.  His cock was
probably two inches smaller than Derek's and it was perfect for me. 
Derek's cock with its folds and veins and definition was a wonder to hold
and suck and taste too.  But I was finding myself in a dilemma.  If I
focused on Derek, I couldn't feel Steve in my pussy as much and if I
focused on my pussy, I didn't really get to savour Derek.  I was having to
mentally jump back and forth all the time.

   And none of it was helped by both girls scooting in beside me and
sucking on my titties, stroking them and licking around both their men's
cocks.  I was sensory overload and in this quest for an orgasm I was in
danger of beaching myself high and dry but it all felt so good!

   I let it play a little longer before I made a decision.  "I want to
watch Evie and Derek make love in your favourite position, right here in
front of me and I want you Andie to just sit on the sofa with your legs
wide open and play with yourself and you Steve, I want you to do me
missionary."

   "Aye, aye captain", said Steve.  Everybody jumped up and assumed their
positions.

   Evie and Derek were now doing doggy, his balls slapping against her
thighs, she turned her head to me and gave a glazed-eyed smile.  I was flat
on my back, my head pointing to the sofa with Andie sitting right above me
and running her toes through my hair and Steve, his cock looking ever so
nice, just lay on top of me and smoothly came inside.

   He actually came a good ten minutes later, well after Derek and Evie had
shot their bolts and a little after Andie had gone all red again.  Steve
could have come earlier but he waited, I know he waited for me to feel
every single cell of my body awaken, dance and do the fandango as he kissed
me time and time again, told me how beautiful I was and how wonderful a
mother and how lucky he felt to be with me, and he looked into my eyes and
even though he didn't love me (yet) he made me feel loved.

   By the time he and I were both ready my pussy was singeing my pubes and
I had no more head left to think about anything other than exploding into
the best orgasm ever.  I couldn't breathe, I couldn't talk, I couldn't
scream all I could do was gurgle in ecstasy as my jellified body had
ripples of pleasure flowing through it.  I let Steve go from inside me and
felt his come slide over the edge of my lips and hang on to my pubes before
pooling in my bumcrack.  He smiled so sweetly and kissed me long, wet and
slow.

   Andie and Evie each grabbed my hands and squeezed their love into me. 
The feeling was mutual.  I could feel each and every one of my toes, I
thought stuff was shooting out of my head, I looked at the girls hovering
over me aware of their smiles and feeling their love for me but I couldn't
hear a word they were saying.  It was like I was drunk and on a
merry-go-round, I was a teenager on a Saturday night shandy-trip all over
again but even that couldn't compare to what I had just gone through.  Sex!
Sex!  Sex!  Love love love it!!!

   I loved my daughters, I loved making love to them and their lovers.  As
good as it was, it was going to get even better.....