Intrepid Nudity in a Global Setting
The weekend of June 8, 1974, was a game-changer for me. Facing the realities of adulthood through my encounter with Felicity Cole transformed my family relationships, especially with my mother. I'd now become the object of her desire (sexually), though she would maintain our boundaries by not indulging in actual incest.
In the following days, Mom and I dived into a world of erotic exploration, finding ways around penetrative sex to satisfy our newfound craving. My father, witnessing these intimate moments between us, appeared even more aroused by the entire scenario. Being a voyeur of the incestuous trysts between my mother and I set him off. He begged for direct participation, but Mom had set clear boundaries, and we wanted to maintain a sense of spontaneity in this new version of our lives.
The first non-penetrative approach I undertook was to engage in sexual acts in public, while remaining a virgin intent on keeping the sexual aspect strictly between my mother and me.
My father's discovery of our newly-found love scenario wasn't disappointing but titillating. He realized his attraction to watching sexual acts between his wife and me, taking him to a new level of arousal. Unfortunately, his desire didn't stop at this level, as he wished to join in the incest-themed action but was deterred due to the committed rules set by Felicity. So he asked to observe our actions and join in sexual activities with us directly, but Mom held her ground: "We won't go that far."
On the second day, with Dad's request lingering, I engaged in a bit of open exhibitionism to make up for the reification of our taboo. I revealed my secret life to him. Since he was ready to engage in the dirty deeds with my mother, I decided to include him in my regular masturbation routine. Considering how much I had been fantasizing about Sylvia Raleigh nearly every day, I thought keeping this private was dying for secrecy. But the reading of a taboo is an aphrodisiac idea, pushing me to invite Dad to observe as I engaged in my routine, while he stated he'd join Sylvia in a heartbeat.
The ensuing days passed like some twisted happy hours, releasing adrenaline and relieving my sexual deficiency. Although Dad expressed having a girl on the side, he never dated anyone publicly as a wife. I inferred he meant he indulged in a few one-night stands. But my mother's polygamy was a little more layered than that, which didn't come as a shocker. Achieving monogamy had been problematic among humans, leading us to believe it's far from natural.
Minutes away from my fourth day, Mom and I left for Felicity Cole's house, where my deflowering would occur. I was cloaked in a blanket of curiosity, waiting for the shock factor to reveal itself, knowing only that the guest list was filled with expectations. The only hint Mom shared was my defloration process would be far beyond my dreams.
Playing with the idea of how grand Felicity's home would be, I hypothesized that her dwelling would either be a quaint English cottage or a luxurious mansion built to accommodate decadent parties. As a result of my speculations, I was anticipating a labyrinth of rooms and social gatherings.
Suddenly, Mom exited the freeway and turned into a country loop, and towards the end of the lane, her car came to a stop. Our journey ended at the gates of her residence: a few feet tall, standing on each side, with stone structures reaching high overhead, and seemingly infested with vines on top of them. Access to what seemed like a gated community was granted to us without inquiring for entrance.
Driving past trees that closed in on us, joining the masses on both sides like a country road in the middle of nowhere, we finally pulled up to the culmination: an astonishing castle. I'd never witnessed a house like this. It had a classic look. This castle had all the signature characteristics of a Tudor mansion, but modern twists in its unnatural structures. It included battlements, turrets, a Crystal Palace, and glass domes. The immensity of the edifice took me aback, and as if time stood still in an alternate universe, it drew me in. Before I could let my fascination draw out an hour, we were heading directly to the home of romance adventures. And to think my deflowering party would take place here.
"Indeed, we can confirm that Felicity possesses great wealth," Mother said.
"Yet you're compensating her for standing as your guide in the realm of erotic education?"
"The matter is not straightforward," she merely smiled and remained silent.
As we drove to the expansive parking area in front of the house, a tall and toned young woman in tight fitting clothing appeared. She collected Mother's suitcase from the vehicle. I did not bring any luggage with me. She had a prominent nose and her light brown hair was tied back in a ponytail.
"I presume you're new; I've never witnessed you here before," interrogated Mother, handing her the key.
"Yes, ma'am. It has been three weeks. I am part of a collegiate internship program. I'm a fresher at Hathaway."
"You're quite alluring. Will you be free this weekend?"
"Certainly, ma'am. Should you not see me, kindly inquire for Kate." She then acknowledged me with a polite greeting. I was ecstatic at the prospect of standing naked in front of her. There was no indication of surprise on her face, yet her eyes lowered to examine my genitalia.
"A big grin. "Kate," she repeated, this time to me. "I truly hope you'll inquire for me."
She went to park the car before returning to us, leaving me stunned. "I'd like to inquire for her right now."
"I suspect you'll have a memorable stay at Cole Manor," Mother remarked. "And yes, Felicity's personnel are all women, all attractive."
"Accessible?"
A different female voice approached, introducing herself to us. "Welcome to the Manor," she said.
She was petite, with freckles, and her hair was cropped into a pixie cut. Her age appeared to be indeterminate, yet she was actually thirty-four. She wore a pinstriped business suit, a jacket with buttons fitting tightly over her chest, and a micro-mini skirt with high heels. The cut of the suit highlighted her impressive bust.
"You must be Martin," she said, extending her hand to shake mine. "My name is Zoe."
I answered politely, "Nice to meet you." I wanted to ask for her services.
She ignored my comment, but openly surveyed my exposed body, particularly my penis and testicles. "Martin, Felicity described you as a charming boy, but my, you surpass this description by a considerable margin!"
"Many thanks."
Zoe then turned to Mother, "Caroline! As breathtaking as ever." She greeted her with a passionate kiss. More than a friendly greeting.
"How is Tony?" Zoe inquired, referring to my father.
"Totally lustful!"
"It's been such a long time since I've seen him here."
"Indeed, it's been months. His schedule has been filled."
"Doctors, you say?"
"They should be arriving imminently. You'll meet her if you haven't already, have you?"
"No, but I've always cherished his taste in women," she identified, guiding us down a hallway, then one perpendicular to it. This mansion was vast and intricate.
We eventually reached a grand wooden door. "The Ganymede Suite," Zoe proclaimed, swinging it open. She guided us inside.
We first found ourselves in a spacious sitting room, complete with plush leather furniture. The right side of the room was equipped with a desk and bookshelves. An archway in the rear led to a lavish bedroom with a grand four-poster bed.
"Our bed," I commented to Mother, trying to infuse the remark with incestual undertones.
We then entered a sizable French window, which disclosed a stunning bath with a multi-person shower, as well as a smaller hot tub and a more typical bathtub.
Next to this was a high-mirrored vanity with a swivel chair appropriate for a hair salon.
Finally, in another area stood a complex massage table outfitted with platforms able to elevate arms and legs, controls to adjust their height, and peculiar attachments that would later reveal themselves to provide mechanical stimulation and penetration.
"We trust you two will find this accommodation comfortable," said Zoe. "The suite is fully stocked. If you require anything - anything at all - simply pick up the phone and dial the concierge."
"And should we require an attendant?" Mother inquired, laying her fingers on Zoe's arm.
"In that circumstance, contact me," she answered with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Essentially, the concierge can aid you in your request instead of searching for companionship over the weekend. You're free to request me, Martin, anytime. However, Felicity will keep you occupied tonight. I'll let her know you're interested in me, and she'll set up something agreeable for both of us.
This place is remarkable, Zoe. Your planning with Felicity is exceptional.
Your accommodation here would be your living quarters during your time at Cole Manor, commencing on Monday following your celebratory weekend.
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "In that case, I would have packed differently."
Your needs will be provided for you. There's no need to worry about what to wear.
The nude rule applies to Cole Manor. Females here find your state very appealing, so feel free to roam about without any clothing.
Felicity and company are excited about your stay. If she requires you to dress, she will provide the necessary attire.
Your course of study will include an intense focus on Sylvia Raleigh, particularly preparing you to win her affection.
A course on masturbation will also be a part of your studies, ensuring you maintain your daily practice for Sylvia.
Your acquaintance with Sylvia's parents, Dr. and Mrs. Raleigh, is confirmed. They're close friends of Zoe and Mom, with Mom sharing my own fascination with Anne.
Mom produced a Manila envelope, containing your photographic collection.
Your parents support your uninhibited pleasure, encouraging you to discover new ways to indulge yourself.
Excitedly, Mom presented a subscription to Playboy in your name.
It's a gift to help you embrace your sexuality. Zoe explained that this began due to your strong exhibitionist tendencies and Felicity's plan to accustom you to a lifestyle of lifelong nudism.
Mom cherishes your fascination with Sylvia and her mother, while enjoying her own connection with Anne.
She hinted at their support of your blossoming relationship. After the delivery of the package, there was a rap at the door.
My father and his office manager stood before me as a common sight when naked, potentially leading to unexpected encounters.
Highlighted:1. The concierge can assist with your request, so companionship is not necessary over the weekend.2. Martin may request him at any time.3. Felicity will make certain arrangements for her and Martin.4. Zoe arranged these extraordinary accommodations.5. Your stay will take place at Cole Manor.6. The accommodation is your living quarters starting Monday.7. Anything needed will be supplied.8. Your preferred dress code is nude.9. Females here are delighted with your presence.10. When required, attire will be provided.11. Sylvia's parents are friends with Zoe and Mom.12. They share a mutual attraction to our mother.13. Mom gifted you a subscription to Playboy.14. The subscription is a means to embrace your sexuality.15. Your strong exhibitionist orientation motivates their support.16. Playboy is a part of your study.17. Your collection was presented to you.18. Your parents support your fascination with specific people.19. Suddenly, Dad and his office manager appeared.20. Naked situations can result in unexpected visitors.
"Mrs. Roselle!" I cried in surprise. "It's really you!" She was a blonde, around 45 and definitely attractive.
"Martin, sweetheart, you're breathtaking!" she gushed. "Yes, it's me - the other woman."
"Wait a minute," my mom chimed in. "We're about to get in the hot tub. Why not all join us and explain this to Martin together?"
In no time, the four of us were naked and in the steaming hot water, all snuggled up close to one another. The tub was big enough for six people comfortably, and eight cozily. My mom and I sat on one side while we caressed each other.
"Wow, what a spectacle," Mrs. Roselle marveled. "Watching you two make incest look so sexy is truly something!"
My dad and Mrs. Roselle were busy exploring each other's bodies on the other side of the tub. I stared in amazement, occasionally resurfacing for air. "Mom, do you enjoy watching the two of them together?"
"Oh yes, dear. There's nothing more arousing than seeing your partner making love to another person. One day, maybe Sylvia will become your wife. Guarantee that any man who lays eyes on her will want to sleep with her. Doesn't that idea get you begging for more?"
"Of course, it does," I replied. "Incredibly so!"
"Not only that," my mom continued, "but don't you imagine Sylvia with multiple partners? Can you imagine her in her full glory, satisfying countless men, various kinds of men, even several at once, while you sit back and watch? Oh, and you can play with yourself, too!"
"And that's when I get even more excited," I exclaimed. We continued to make out passionately, our bodies pressed close together. My engorged cock was resting against her luxurious pubic hair. However determined I was to remain a virgin for a little while longer.
"Fancy a trade, dear?" dad proposed from across the tub.
Everyone agreed it was a good idea. I'd spent the last few days preparing for my eventual deflowering by Felicity, with my mom's help, simultaneously fantasizing about Sylvia. It was perfect - my dad would take back his wife, while I would get his girlfriend.
The women disengaged from their current lovers. They moved towards each other in the middle of the tub, and when they met, they embraced and kissed. I couldn't believe my eyes. Was my mother...kissing a woman? It was unbelievable. But there they were, certainty leaving no question.
Eventually, she pulled away from Frances and came to me. "I want to feel your huge, beautiful cock inside my pussy," she whispered in my ear. "I also want to feel you fill me with your warm, sweet cum."
We kissed again, and she whispered in my ear, "But we can't do it right now... would you like us to finally make love later this weekend, after Felicity takes your cherished virginity?"
"I've had a crush on you for as long as I can recall, Frances," I confessed. "Every time I'd visit my dad's office, I'd catch a glimpse of you. I'd go to the men's room, and use his shaving cream to pleasure myself, thinking about you."
"That's so sweet," she gushed. "You're so precious. Let me tell you what happened between your father and me."
"You know I grew up with Tony, who's eight years older. We were friends, and your husband Bill too. I was young when we first slept together - I was younger than you, in fact. Tony was 24 and in med school at the time, while my brother and I were dating. Bill and I got married a few years later."
"Your father and I slept together here and there over the years, even when you and I were married," Frances continued. "But it never became a full-blown affair because, well, we were both committed to our primary relationships. Studying for medical school or residency or whatever, we just didn't have the time for something like that."
"But now we all finally are on the same page," I said. I looked over at my father, and saw him thrusting into my mom.
"Does that make you jealous?" Frances asked.
"Well, a bit, but that's irrational since she's his spouse, not mine."
"It's part of the thrill of switching, that sense of ownership being turned upside down."
She was well acquainted with both Tony and me, and was content with us occasionally engaging in sexual acts. However, she wasn't interested in observing us.
"About your mom," she continued, "your dad and I had been engaging in a casual relationship prior to him meeting her. Anne and Duke Raleigh, whom we all knew, introduced them. Your mother was a flight attendant at the time, and your father and Duke attended medical school together.
"I had a general idea of that, but never fully grasped the specific details."
"Your parents married in 1954..."
A faint bell rang in my mind. I'd recently heard something related to 1954.
"Your father opened his practice here in 1962. I joined him in 1964, thereby resuming our extramarital affair. So, around a decade ago, I became your father's official mistress."
"You said 'yes and no.'"
"Indeed. You should be aware of the concept of concubinage. It's a form of marriage where a man can have one spouse and multiple concubines. We are husband and wife on that front, but five years ago, Tony asked me to be his concubine, making us married at that level."
I was astounded. "In essence, you're like a second mother to me."
"I'd be flattered if you viewed me as such. In more ways than one, too."
"Does this mean I'm also committing incest when we have sex?"
"Exactly!"
I considered, "Does this make Linda my sister?"
"No, she's coming tonight along with her husband. Did you know she married last February?"
"No, I wasn't aware."
"She'll be twenty-one in November. Also, she's invited Bill, who's bringing a date, a man he met at work."
"Is Bill's date a man as well?"
"Yes, and Bill's bisexual. However, I believe Todd, his date, is exclusively gay."
"It's unusual for your wife to be bisexual."
"One of his lesser flaws."
I contemplated, "I wonder if Linda would consent to coupling with me as well."
"Probably. She'll be here tonight."
"Oh, I see. There's also a possibility for a threesome involving you, me, and Linda?"
"Perhaps."
"And what about Bill? Is he joining you?"
She chuckled, "Not with his wife, no. Linda and her husband are coming separately. However, if any threesome interest you, I'm sure Bill would be willing."
"Interesting indeed. Are there plans for a threesome with Bill, me, and Todd?"
"That's an amusing thought. Unfortunately, no. Bill and Linda went through their father-daughter phase a while ago, engaging in incest. They had sex more than three times, but not much more."
I pondered, "And why is Todd accompanying Bill?"
"Bill is gay, but swings both ways. Yet, Todd is exclusively gay."
I didn't know what to respond. But just then, a faint knock sounded at the front door to the suite.
"Oh!" My mother exclaimed. "It's 4:00. I requested the Hardimans arrive around this time. "
"I'll get it," I replied, excited by the prospect of exposing myself in front of new people. "Nude and soaking wet, that's how I want them to see me. I get a thrill from shocking people with my appearance."
Unclothed and soaking wet, I stepped out.
I swung open the door and awaited their response. A moment of astonishment ensued, albeit not one tinged with anger or resentment, simply one of unpreparedness.
Mrs. Hardiman chimed in, "Oh my! Look at you! You're quite the sight!"
"Thank you. Won't you step inside?" I invited.
"We did, and I shook hands with Mr. Hardiman," he replied as he introduced himself and his wife, Marianne.
"We've met before, back when I was younger and less exposed," I mentioned.
"Ah, and a few inches smaller," Mr. Hardiman added.
"That's correct. Approximately five years ago, give or take," I recollected.
"Indeed! And since then, you've experienced some growth," Mrs. Hardiman remarked. "A veritable behemoth, if I may say so."
"Indeed, it's just over ten inches," I confirmed.
"Beautiful and colossal," Marianne complimented while flashing a mischievous grin.
"Hardly a classic quote from Edgar Allan Poe," she mused.
Meanwhile, Mr. Hardiman seemed intrigued, even slightly perplexed at my unclothed state.
With growing interest, I could sense hidden arousal from both spouses. Mom appeared smoldering, while Mr. Hardiman's gaze lingered on my nudity.
The thought of seducing both was tantalizing, and with Mrs. Hardiman's insatiable appetite for virile young men and Marianne's own wishes, they seemed intent on provoking my desires.
"Why don't you join us for a dip in the hot tub," they suggested.
So, I led the way back to the balcony as everyone exchanged greetings and introductions. Mom and Dad continued their activities with unabashed fervor, unperturbed by our presence.
"Mrs. Hardiman, may I inquire if you'd like to touch it?"
"Absolutely!" Mom urged on my behalf.
As Marianne approached me, she inquired, "May I explore your manhood?"
Mrs. Hardiman answered, "Certainly!"
I observed as Marianne gently caressed my erection. "My, that's an impressive size! Some eight and a half inches at least!"
"No, ma'am. It's more like ten inches," I clarified.
"Wow! You'll look fabulous as a woman too," Marianne added as she continued stroking me.
"I'm hoping to become a captivating woman adored by all. My assets may need some augmentation, but at least I have the base material," I responded.
"Strike up a conversation with your father-in-law," Mrs. Hardiman suggested.
As I chatted with the senior Hardiman, Marianne continued her teasing, "I adore young, virile men like you. I keep it within 25 years, and I draw the line at half my age."
"Ah, you've been blessed with an exceptional cock and breasts, but you can always modify your anatomy to suit your fancy. I have a handful of my young admirers who crave your male features but crave more, ahem, your female ones," Marianne elaborated.
"Have I mentioned the allure of skinny models? Twiggy, for example, was one of the most famousmodels of her time at your current age or even younger, warranting a 31-24-32 figure. If we including your amazing schlong,you'd be a match made in heaven," she said as she kissed my private parts.
Her tactile movements sent a shiver up my spine, so I stepped into the water, and we shared a passionate kiss. "It's forbidden for us to couple before the ceremony," I explained.
"Oh, I see. Still, let me make this tempting for you," Marianne whispered as she teased me about the boundaries of desire.
Unfortunately, society insisted on keeping me from letting loose my full potential. It's a shame because it would be quite the show.
While kissing, she massaged my penis and fondled my nipples. Given my lack of bustiness, Marianne knew how to turn my male breasts into erogenous zones.
I looked over and saw Mr. Hardiman sitting by the bathtub's side. Meanwhile, my mother was hungrily devouring his penis. My father and Frances were seated together, absorbed in the display.
"Caroline's oral skills are exceptional," Marianne said. "While I'm no slouch myself, she possesses the unique ability to push my husband to the brink of insanity. I've attempted learning from her, but her abilities elude me."
"Really? Mom and my ex-girlfriend are the only individuals who have ever performed oral sex on me - for now. Betty's efforts pale in comparison to your performance," I mused. "Does that imply I'll be left unimpressed by others?"
"If you're left unsatisfied when I perform the act, you better watch out," Marianne responded. "Caroline has spent years perfecting her skill on Lawrence."
"Ah, I see. It had previously eluded me that my mother and your spouse were a pair."
"'A pair?'" Marianne questioned. "A more suitable word might be 'couple.' But think about it, Martin: mom and Mr. Hardiman are in a deep, personal, and intimate relationship."
"Well, that complicates things," I said, noticing the passionate entanglement of limbs between the two. Mr. Hardiman was barreling his penis into my mother's ecstatic vagina.
"Do you think that isn't 'involved' enough?" Marianne raised an eyebrow.
I watched in awe as half-naked bodies entwined. Mom let out a guttural moan, followed by a scream. She and Mr. Hardiman deteriorated into a pile of flesh. And just as they reclaimed their composure, all gathered around to relish in their reinvigorated vigor, exchanging condolences, and anointed each other with lingering pecks on the cheek.
"Caroline, you're an expert cocksucker!" Mom rejoiced, joining us in the water. "Did you enjoy that, darling?"
"I've never experienced anything better than that," I paused, overwhelmed with emotion. "It exceeded any pornographic material I've encountered before."
"We've captured a few clips over the years of our sexual adventures," explained Claire. "I'm sure Marianne has informed you of my role as Lawrence's 'assistant to the president.'"
"I knew your relationship was special, but..."
"The sex isn't about rudimentary tasks like secretarial duties. Instead, I'm a performer of sorts, a professional delivering the goods."
"I assumed you handled administrative tasks," I said, confused.
Marianne clarified: "His stewardesses all allegedly slept with their bosses. But it's not so simple with Mom. I've been referring to her as his 'playmate' because she's his constant partner in crime, his regular bedfellow."
"Yes, it was on one of those occasions that Lawrence and I first connected," Mom elucidated. "I had just finished working in his office as a stewardess. Lawrence and I would later become lovers."
"All of this occurred with such rapidity. It's intriguing; the term playmate is not your typical descriptor for a sexual partner."
A bell rang in my mind when the year 1954 and the month of November were mentioned. Felicity had gifted me an impeccable copy of the November '54 issue of Playboy. Looking back, my mom seemed to have reacted to something when she saw it. Then Marianne referred to her as Lawrence's playmate? Isn't that... No, it couldn't be... Could it?
"Excuse me for a brief moment, everyone. Something unexpected just popped up."
I dashed back into the room. I dried myself off as fast as possible. I ensured my hands were dry, anyway.
I made my way to the desk. There it lay, the 20-year-old copy of the Playboy magazine. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, and slowly turned the pages.
At last, I reached the centerfold. I hesitated before opening it, but then I flipped open the tri-fold page.
I stood there in astonishment. The model in the nude photo was breathtaking. Her breasts were massive and perfect. And they seemed strangely familiar. This was the '50s, though, so there was no picture of her pussy, and no hair was visible in the region.
But the face, oh, that stunning face. Without a doubt, that was her. The photo just said "Miss November 1954." But I checked the text again. There it was, her name: Caroline Chandler.
Oh my god! Oh my god! I found it hard to believe what I was seeing. My mother was a Fucking Playboy Playmate!
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