A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Adventures/Picnic/Mom/Flip

Sally sat up with a stiff shudder and her mom was so relaxed she was verging on a nap. Ryan rightly assumed nothing else was going to be accomplished by rubbing Ava's already well coated shoulders so, shuffling forward, he leaned closer to his wife and daughter.

"Babe?" he directed to Ava while extending a hand to a restless jittery Sally.

"Hmmm?"

"I think Sally just finished on your back. Time to flip over, honey."

"Mmm..."

After Ryan helped guide Sally onto her feet, Ava let out a soft moan and lifted herself up on her elbows. His wife slowly shifted and shimmied to turn herself over, which gave Ryan ample time to pull her discarded bra out from under her. He was thinking strictly of her own comfort of course as he tossed the unneeded article off to one side and out of her reach. Ava had long forgotten about her bra so she didn't notice or care, her warm smile and half closed eyes demonstrating her satisfied calm as she turned to face the sky. Once Ava was on her back she draped her arm over her eyes to shield them from the noon sun. What was no longer shielded were her motherly tits, presented prominently on her chest with her nipples pointing upward.

"Sally? Are you up for more?"

Her dad's words brought Sally's thoughts into focus. She was momentarily taken aback to realize her mom was laying right there in front of everyone with her tits out. And after giving Sally so much guff for only ever wanting the same. But then she considered what her dad was offering. The back rub she'd just given had somehow made her skin feel electric and her body a bundle of nerves, like it was some kind of "forbidden" back rub. Realizing she was being asked to experience that all over again, Sally gave a mischievous grin and hurriedly sat on Ava's pelvis for round 2.

The masseuse got to work right away by squirting a line of lotion from her mom's navel to her clavicle. She admired the look of the long line of cream painted between Ava's tits before putting her hands to work. She swirled around on her mom's stomach for a while, slow but methodical, trying not to get ahead of herself. Somewhat abruptly, she switched to her mom's neck, gently rubbing both sides at once. Surprised, Ava drew a sharp breath and released a long sigh. She stretched as tension seemed to flow out of her, tilting her head and elongating her neck for her youngster's dainty digits to go where they pleased.

Reaching so far forward, Sally had to slide her underside onto her mom's slippery stomach. Her girlish snatch, still itchy and tingly, responded well when it found a fresh patch of greased up skin it could glide over, less friction but more movement. This spot wasn't as firm as her mom's back, but it was still warm and soft and she found rolling her hips to slick her slit back and forth felt almost as good as the more focused pressure she had put onto her clit at the end of their back rub.

Moving from Ava's neck to her shoulders and down her arms, Sally was more than willing to lube up her mom while her smooth sliding sex sparkled and shuddered. Rubbing someone else's body validated and reinforced how her own was feeling. Despite this, the horny young girl still found it daunting to attend to the more womanly parts of her mother. Sally felt both awkward and anxious about touching her mother's exposed breasts. Was that really okay?

She shared a silly grin with Devin and an awkward glance with her father as she approached her target, curled her fingers back, and pressed down using only her palms along the perimeter of Ava's chest. This approach did not appear to be exciting or soothing for either one of them, and Ryan could tell that might be a problem if it wasn't corrected. Wanting to help his daughter, Ryan moved closer, grabbing the bottle from the blanket as he knelt down.

"Let me show you," whispered Ryan.

With lotion in his palm, Ryan gently cupped the side of one of his wife's tits. Rubbing up and down, he calmly massaged her side more so than her breast, but slowly worked his way up onto her chest. When Ava let loose another long sigh, reaffirming her state of faraway bliss, Ryan brought his thumb into play to grab his wife more sexually. Sally paid close attention as he moved his hand, squeezing Ava's boob up to its peak. After a few protracted upward strokes he trapped Ava's areola with the side of his thumb, lightly pinching and rubbing the stiff pink nub atop it several times before starting over, working his way up sensually before tweaking softly, the nipple becoming stiffer and taller.

Leaning close, Ryan slipped his hand behind his nude daughter's waist giving her an encouraging pat on her hip, before adding, "You just keep that going, okay?"

Sally wiggled and nodded, already squirting fresh lotion into her palm, ready to try for herself. She targeted the same breast, replacing her father's attentive hand with her own. She immediately felt the need to bring both of her hands to bear on her mom's plentiful titty since her hands were so much smaller than her dad's, but she worked them upwards with a firm confident grasp just like her father. What Sally did differently when her attention coalesced at the peak was take advantage of her two handed approach. While cupping Ava's tit in one hand, she grabbed her mom's nipple by the tip of her finger. She inquisitively rolled it around then pulled up on it several times, stroking from areola to tip, testing what she could do while worried her mom might react to this very focused massage.

Devin meanwhile was having a hard time not reacting; a very hard time. Watching his twitchy little sister use her fingers to manipulate their mom's nipple was mind blowing. He couldn't possibly be the only one thinking dirty thoughts as a grinding naked tween worked the tips of her digits up and down repeatedly, even if it was his sister. And yet dad was smiling so warmly while Sally stared studiously, as if it was all so normal. All Devin could see was his sister trying to jerk off their mom's erect nip. But then again the only thing Devin could think about was jerking off, so he couldn't offer an impartial assessment. He just had to trust that, apparently, dad knew best.

What Ryan knew best was his wife, which included exactly how she liked to be touched. So while Sally was diligently attending to Ava's tits under his tutelage, Ryan quietly slipped his hand off of Sally's side and behind her back so he could start working his fingers into the front of Ava's open shorts. He carefully observed Ava's expression on the uncovered half of her face as he slowly crept along her panties but, frustratingly, he didn't have a great angle. Even with her shorts opened up, they were still in his way.

"Oh, let me get this for you, honey. I think you rolled onto something."

"Hmm..." Ava replied, but she clearly didn't care. Leaning behind Sally, Ryan made quick work of Ava's shorts, pulling them out from underneath her ass with a sharp jerk, then more gracefully sliding them down her legs and off her feet. That swift decision left his exposed girls with one pair of panties between them, bare assed little Sally atop her almost entirely indecent mother.

"How's that, babe? You feel more comfy?"

"Mmhmmm..." was Ava's indifferent answer, her legs writhing briefly, off in a world of her own.

"Yeah you do," Ryan replied, gesturing for Sally to start on the other side of Ava's chest. He waited a moment before rejoining the fun, but his hand found its way between his wife's thighs in good time. He again started slow, but after a minute of soft pressure he began stimulating his wife over her panties, teasing and exciting her sex while their daughter remained enthusiastically fixated on Ava's nipples.

Spellbound by the sensual rub down, Ava turned toward her shoulder, her head still covered by her arm, as she drew deeper breaths and made more frequent audible sighs that verged on moans. Sally couldn't say why, but she felt hotter and hornier listening to the increasingly lewd sounds her mother made and became more jittery the longer she rubbed the gorgeous tits in her hands. Sally paused just long enough to apply more lotion to her own underside to help lubricate her ass and lips and keep her surreptitious sliding and grinding as pleasurable as possible. But she wasn't keeping much of a secret to her intentions by openly squirting fresh lotion directly under her pussy.

Both mother and daughter were soon in a sexual titter and the boys had a front row seat, Ryan kneeling beside his glowing princess as she writhed her naked body against her mother's. Ava lay squirming in her panties chewing on her bottom lip, offering more and more proof of how bewitched she was as Ryan felt his wife's wetness saturate the crotch of her panties over the course of a few minutes. He couldn't get that same level of proof from Sally, but she didn't leave anyone guessing. His baby girl was all but trembling, her mouth agape and cheeks rosy, her young back curved forward and her own tiny nipples stiff to a point as she held both of her mom's C-cups in her hands. Her slim figure was jerking and stopping in fits after polishing her pearl against Ava for so long, though her hands continued to squeeze as rhythmically and carefully as ever, wanting to do her daddy proud.

Despite her dedication, Sally was the first to be overwhelmed. Ryan was thinking of calling her off having had plenty of fun from this happy accident already, but Sally beat him to it. An intense shudder brought both of Sally's hands sliding down from Ava's tits. They shot underneath herself, cupping her underside with a near panicked gasp as if trying to hold back the carnal heat emanating from her crotch

"I-I... n-need to go pee," blurted Sally as she rose to her shaky feet. Ryan helped to steady his dear daughter before the brimming titillated nudist skittered into some tall grass a short distance away. Concealed by that partial privacy, Sally squatted down and tried to squeeze the electricity inside of her out. When it refused to come, she tried to make it come, spreading her inexperienced wet pussy and fleetingly stroking her shivering holes. Then, overcome with frustration, she pawed openly at her maddeningly tender pink clit until she squeaked a short raspy cry. Her shaking knees finally buckled beneath her and the horny young thing collapsed to the grass twitching. It came alright, Sally forcing her pussy into submission, her hips bucking into her clasped hands as she lay on the ground unable to catch her breath.

Ava meanwhile had yet to wake up from her dream. Ryan saw the mess Sally had made of Ava's stomach and with Sally's absence took the time to spread the slick sunscreen over his wife's torso, a final fleeting rub down that skirted up between her tits and down along the edge of her panties to thin out the remaining lotion. Once he pulled her up off her back the very first thing she did was kiss her husband passionately. She was utterly unaware of herself or her surroundings, just blissfully satisfied from so much delightful attention for so long.

"Would you like your shirt, dear?" Ryan considerately offered, even though he was fantasizing about tweaking her already well rubbed tits. Ava merely breathed a serene sigh.

"Mhmm..."

Ryan gently spun her around and helped his wife back into her top, sans bra. She faced Devin with a tranquil expression and puffed her chest out while Ryan began to slip the blouse onto her arms. But still wrapped up in her pleasure, she twisted her neck and kissed her husband over her shoulder, oblivious to her son gawking at her striking stripped state and her lustful noises. Ryan was pretty sure Devin didn't mind per se, but he figured that once his wife snapped out of it she wouldn't enjoy openly baring her tits as much as the rest of them just had. So, although focused a little harder on their kiss, he made sure to reach around and button her up - at least most of the way - while they made out. He almost had to push her from him afterward, Ava dropping with a dazed look as she gradually came back to reality.

"God... I haven't been rubbed like that in... a long time," pondered Ava aloud, squeezing her tits through her shirt.

"Like that? Maybe never," mused Ryan, collecting Ava's shorts and bra from the picnic. He peeked at Sally in the grass to make sure she was okay, his delirious daughter just pulling herself to her feet, before tossing his wife's clothes in the truck to join Sally's. Ava was flighty and forgetful on the best of days so wasn't liable to notice those articles were missing unless someone pointed it out. Like mother, like daughter, as they say. He'd never been shy about assisting his wife with her mishaps, so he hadn't the slightest reservation about hiding her clothes to keep the fun going either. Like Sally, Ava had her own fair share of oblivious wardrobe malfunctions over the years, especially when they were younger. Some might consider that an extended run of bad luck, but Ryan didn't see it that way. Instead, he considered himself a very lucky man indeed.

Still wearing a contented smile, Ava stretched her arms behind her. Leaning back so far lifted her top high enough to reveal the entirety of her panties and the spot on the front of them as she eyed up her frustrated son. "Mmm... you okay Devin baby? You look tense."

"Yeah. N-no. I'm good."

"Yeah? You sure you don't need a good rub, too?"

"Umm..."

"Maybe later, eh Devin?" joked Ryan.

"Uh, yeah. Probably," he shamefully admitted under his breath.

"Pumpkin! Come here, Sally," beckoned Ava after spotting her daughter creeping back toward the picnic. Sally was still visibly wobbly so Ava, with no notion as to why, rose to meet her and embraced her daughter in a tight hug, forcing Sally's face into the tits she had just finished groping.

"That was very nice of you sweetie. I really enjoyed that."

"Welcome," Sally mumbled through a sigh, staring at the prominent nipple telegraphing through the front of her mom's shirt.

"For a while I was wondering when you were going to stop your wiggling, but you worked through it, didn't you?" teased Ava. "You couldn't stop! But you did alright!" She then reached down and patted Sally's bum only to discover it was coated in sunscreen. "Oh... but maybe I didn't do so well! Here, let me finish you, sweetie."

"N-nn-"

"Can't leave you so close."

Squatting beside her daughter, Ava ran one hand around and between Sally's cute bum cheeks before reaching between the front of Sally's legs with her other hand and drawing lotion through the girl's underside, spreading it through her thighs and pulling it up onto her pelvis. In Sally's spent, sensitive state she began to swoon just from getting her ass rubbed, so her knees visibly trembled once both her mom's hands were underneath her and rounding her tender sex. But Ava was too absent and bubbly to notice the effect her touch was having, chatting up her husband with thinly veiled innuendo while brusquely rubbing the crook of each of Sally's thighs alongside her vulva. But that invasion of space was outright considerate before Ava bluntly breached her daughter's sex, dragging fingers squarely between her girl's outer lips and vigorously rubbing away, all while joining in from the back as well, her other hand slammed between Sally's cheeks and stimulating her starfish, squeezing half of Sally's ass and making the young thing mumble out a moan.

"You okay sweetie? You look hot." Ava quickly slid her fingers up the front of Sally's pussy, making her discombobulated daughter squeak and shudder, then brought the wet digits directly to Sally's forehead to check her temperature. "You wanna sit in the shade for a bit?"

"N-no. You can f-finish."

With a warm maternal smile Ava kissed her daughter's cheek and added a few more firm strokes to her baby's slick bald girlhood. Always ready with helpful commentary, Ryan noted aloud what thorough work she was doing. Ava replied sincerely.

"Well if I didn't take care of her the first time, I have to make sure I get her the second!"

Quietly quivering Sally buckled then, gasping and turning toward her mom. Her eyes began fluttering as her knees gave out again. Collapsing into her, she took both of them to the ground, Ava rolling from her heels onto her back with Sally landing on top, no longer so quiet.

"Nnn-ah! Ahn! Unnng!"

"Sally! Goodness!" laughed Ava. "You tipped us right over!"

The trembling girl found her face in her mom's tits again, her legs straddling one of her mom's thighs by the time they came to a rest. Ava took no mind and tried to shift her legs right away to get back to her feet but Sally was not in agreement, her thighs clamped around her mom's. She hugged Ava tightly when Ava's leg began to lift Sally by her pussy.

"Aw, I love you too sweetie."

Another shiver coursed through Sally when her mom began lovingly stroking her back. The orgasmic grade schooler couldn't help keep her hips from twitching, involuntarily humping her mom's thigh. Ava smiled and shook her head, but she just thought her daughter was still hyper and silly like earlier. The humping wasn't too hard to overlook given Sally's continued squirming and tight squeeze of her mom's torso, but once again it didn't look so innocent to the boys. So much so that Ryan felt the need to step in.

"Alright, pumpkin, how about you sit down for a minute."

Ryan lifted his daughter by her armpits, prying her off of Ava. She was lifted into the air as a final chill crawled up her spine, her legs crossing, knees lifting, thighs closing. Even the breeze managed to set off her clit before she closed her legs. He set her down on the picnic blanket next to her brother, trying to put a buffer between Sally and Ava to keep anything from escalating further.

"You think you got her?" asked Ryan, hurrying back to help up his wife.

"Let's hope so! I wouldn't be much of a mother if I didn't!"

Sally sat for only a moment before sinking closer to the blanket and finally flopping onto her back, throwing her arms above her head and unfurling herself. She grinned blearily as she laid there staring up into the sky. She was amused by how fun that had been, but tried to hide her satisfied smile when she noticed her brother looking down at her from the corner of her eye. Of course he wasn't looking at her face

Devin was drawn to his sister's heavy breathing. Her slender stomach was sucking in with each heavy exhale and accentuating her pelvis which was held up by her round bum. Her pussy mound was especially striking, made a rosy tone of pink after so much grinding and rubbing. The only thing pinker was her well attended engorged little clit peeking out from the top of her slit as one of her parted knees wobbled from side to side. It was one helluva sight to a horny teen boy. He had half a mind to squirt some sunscreen on his frustrated cock and ask mom to help him out too, but he wasn't liable to get away with that move the same way Sally had. Instead he patted his small sexed-out sister's skinny thigh, almost to tell her how lucky she was, whether she knew it or not.

The rest of the picnic was comparatively mundane. They spent another hour next to the river chatting and snacking and spending quality time together. It was hard to tell if Ava or Sally were truly satisfied after their tryst. Once Sally had time to rest she went back to her bubbly self but with fewer boundaries than usual, intimately snuggling with dad then invading her brother's lap between interludes of other activity. Meanwhile Ava was in a wonderful, frisky, playful mood and was so randy she was almost looking for trouble.

Horny and cheerful Ava spanked her daughter's bum repeatedly after Sally thoughtlessly put it in everyone's face tracking a ladybug across their picnic. The lustful air seemed infectious as Devin curiously offered to rub sunscreen on his mom's legs after Sally wandered off to collect dandelions, but only after Ava complained her daughter missed the lower half of Ava's rubdown. It was a strange offer for a son to make, one he couldn't entirely explain himself, but Ava just smiled, rolled towards him, and opened up her legs to her son, still craving hands on her body.

Devin wasn't shy about it, quickly moving up her thighs and working his thumbs along the edge of his mom's panties without much tact. His shorts ran out of space very quickly while brushing along the hem of his mom's plain looking lingerie, lotioning her inseam and then tracing the crook of her panties between her legs more than once. But besides his eyes trying to burn a hole through the damp fabric covering Ava's pussy, Devin wasn't about to do anything unseemly. Ryan might not have been so courteous had his son not beat him to the punch, but everyone went stiff when Sally returned.

"D'wanna look at my flower?" offered Sally as she dropped into a deep squat, her bum hovering between her spread feet. Everyone's eyes shot to Sally's crotch framed by her open legs, her pussy lips naturally parting to expose the flush pink of her girlhood. It took a moment before focus shifted from Sally's pink flower to the purple daisy she had placed on the blanket in front of her.

"Oh! Yes, of course I see it," nodded Ryan with a cough. Sally beamed and gently swung her bum forward while holding onto her wide knees.

"Yeah? D'ya like it?"

"Yes sweetie, your flower is very pretty," assured Ava, trying not to stare too hard.

"Are we talking about her vagina?"

"Devin," tsked Ava, shaking her head. "Sally, are you talking about your vagina?"

Precocious little Sally dropped her head down to stare between her widely parted legs. When she looked up she wore a grin that was just as wide. It wasn't clear whether her deep squat was intentionally lewd, but she didn't let on either way. She just leaned forward, gave her brother a shove, then ran off encouraging him to chase her.

"I'm so glad you thought up this idea," praised Ava. She sat up and shimmied next to her husband while they watched the kids run circles around the tree. "I've never had a better picnic."

"Well I have to give Sally some credit," Ryan said, placing his hand on his wife's blouse as he leaned closer. "She can be... inspiring."

"Mmm..."

Ryan roamed the front of Ava's blouse as they began to kiss, grabbing her tits, gripping her neck, and groping her crotch, while stealthily freeing the few buttons holding her top closed. She reveled in his affection, gripping his shirt and grasping at his cock in kind, almost getting carried away.

"AHH! Mom! Help!"

Ava turned her head to see what Sally was crying about. The nude tween was trying to drag down her brother, who was in turn trying to throw Sally over his shoulder. Ava shot her husband a playful grin before rising to her feet.

"Hold on, Sally!"

Momma bear ran over and grappled with Devin, her tits bouncing freely as her open top fluttered about. The two of them had nearly brought Devin to the ground when Ryan swooped in behind his wife and picked her up just below her tits in a bear hug. Ava and Sally both squealed as the boys overpowered them, Devin tickling his sister in the grass and Ryan carrying his wife back to the picnic to continue making out. Unbeknownst to everyone, a pair of kayakers quietly snickered to each other as they passed by, the sole witnesses of the curious scene that took place on the riverbank that day.

Ava was still incredibly horny, but she had just enough wits about her not to take things too far after Ryan pushed her panties aside and sunk a digit inside her. She transitioned straight back into mom mode and began to break down their picnic, though still unaware that she was flashing her tits as her top rippled and flapped about. She called Devin over to help, "saving" Sally from his fingers. Devin wasn't especially helpful, though he did pay close attention as Ava folded their blanket. That meant she did most of the work packing up the picnic, her son merely pointing out things to be picked up while her disconcerted daughter hung off of her father in a variety of ways until they all piled back into the truck.

No one bothered unpacking once they arrived at home, parked in the alley. The kids had been ordered to take care of that, not that they were listening. Devin watched from the truck as Sally burst free from her seat and danced in the yard in a suggestive fashion, while Ava at least dragged her husband into the house before following through with her own impulsive desires and freeing his manhood. But they couldn't even make it into the bedroom before he was inside her, Ava forcing Ryan to carry her to their bed with a lascivious grin while squeezing his cock with her pussy.

But those two weren't the only ones to punctuate the end of the picnic trip with an orgasm. Devin shamefully nutted into his shorts watching his little sister bathe her nubile figure in sunlight one last time, set off by Sally asking... "What is it, Devin? Aren't you going to come, too?"

WIP/End?