A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week3/Matchmaker/Yoga

After returning home from school, Sally had stripped down as per normal and did some naked yoga in the living room (since all yoga was now naked for her) and tried to follow a video (the instructor was notably not naked) but she made sure to loudly grumble about how hard it was. Ava was just starting on dinner but had to repeatedly check up on her daughter's incessant complaining if only for her own curiosity.

"It's not that hard, Sally," she insisted, pointing at the screen. "Look, she's just pulling her leg over."

Sally stomped her foot down, trying to sell it. "It doesn't make sense! Can't you show me?"

"Not right now, I just put dinner on the stove."

"Please? Just one time?"

"I... Even if I didn't have to sort out dinner, I can't show you in jeans, sweetheart. I'd have to change and I jus-"

"Take them off," Sally noted, confidently, and very directly. "Just show me this one move."

The suggestion was innocent enough, especially coming from a girl who no longer wore clothes most of the time. Ava pondered the idea for a moment, glanced toward the kitchen, then shook her head and undid her pants.

"Alright. Really fast."

Sally had planned all of this. She knew mom would wear her skinny jeans eventually, and waited to try her yoga scheme on a day when mom had them on, knowing they'd be terrible for yoga, all with the mere hope of talking her out of them. It was just a bonus that Mommy was also wearing something delicate, black and lacy beneath them. Sally recalled her mom mentioning, "Daddy will like these," when she had picked them out at the store.

When mommy tossed her pants aside and onto the couch, Sally said she could smell something burning. Mom raced back to the kitchen and Sally took her mom's jeans, shoving them underneath the couch instead; out of sight, out of mind. Sally's heart was racing, but her plan was falling into place.

"I'm not sure what you smelled, Sally. Everything's fine," noted Ava, returning to show her daughter that one move. Sally pestered her mom over and over, insisting that she didn't get it, to do it again, then to show her the next one instead. Ava wanted to help her daughter, desperate for something they could bond over and win the young girl back to the land of the clothed, but when Ava decided to go back to the kitchen her eyes darted around the living room for a moment. When she didn't see her jeans anywhere she shook her head in confusion then raced back to the food on the stove, immediately ignoring her pantsless state.

Sally was happy her idea had worked out so far, but daddy still wasn't home yet. Perhaps Sally could push her luck. Since mom had been willing to help out once, Sally wondered if she could get mommy to work up a sweat as well, to get her looking really 'hot' for daddy. So Sally whined and begged and forced Ava to agree to continue to help with yoga between chopping and stirring. Ava agreed just to get her daughter to stop going on about it. But curiously, as she frantically bounced between the kitchen and living room, balancing both dinner and yoga, Ava found herself amused by the challenge of juggling two very different tasks. She and Sally laughed as her daughter cheered her on and encouraged her to go faster.

What happened next Sally hadn't planned on. Mommy was wearing a plaid button up shirt with her jeans, but as the yoga team stretched and ran and started to heat up, Ava began to undo buttons. Of her own volition, mommy unbuttoned her shirt the whole way, looking for more air. And as Ava continued to rush through yoga moves, giggling as she ran back and forth to the kitchen, her shirt fell open or slid off her shoulders several times, threatening to come off entirely.

The next time Ava came back from the kitchen, Sally noticed her mom had tied the shirt together just below her bra, which was also lacy like her panties. What was a moment ago merely an odd sight to see mom without pants now appeared purposeful, her shirt tied off to expose her lower back and stomach and fully reveal the dainty black panties that hugged her motherly hips.

Finally, after waiting and worrying, the moment finally came when Sally saw daddy's car through the living room window. With the front curtains wide open, Ryan could hardly believe what he caught a glimpse of while driving up. In fact, it wasn't until he was standing in front of his two girls a moment later, his nude tween daughter and his scantily clad wife, bending, posing, and stretching in the living room, that he considered how many people might have caught the very same glimpse of them while passing by the house. Ryan was so titillated by the possibility alone that he was fully stiff by the time he made it inside.

"Is it my birthday?"

Sally smiled and ran over to hug her father. "No, daddy! It's dinnertime!"

"And it should be ready..." huffed Ava as she scurried back to the kitchen, briefly kissing daddy. Ryan hooked his arm around her waist to pull her closer but Ava quickly slipped away. "Devin! Dinner!" she yelled up the stairs. Daddy followed her with a smirk on his face and Sally stayed close behind.

"Look at you go, hey?" commented Daddy, stepping up behind Mommy and placing his hands on her hips as she pulled plates out of the cupboard. "You're just multitasking your ass off, aren't you?"

"Yeah! Sally was having a hard time with some advanced y-mmMM!"

Ryan kissed her the moment she turned around. Ava almost dropped the plates, twisting to shove them onto the counter as her husband pressed forward to trap her in the corner of the kitchen. While his lips occupied hers, his hands went straight up her bare midsection, fingers sneaking under the front of the knot in her shirt. Her top gave way to him easily enough, loosening itself and lifting above her tits as Ryan groped his wife through her bra.

Sally was elated. Mom had looked shocked at first, but her eyes had quickly closed as daddy threw himself at her. Were they about to do stuff in the middle of dinner!?

"Ew! Mom! Dad! Cut it out!"

Ava fought Ryan off of him, embarrassment washing over her as their son descended the stairs with a sneer of disgust. Sally was closer than Devin, but the scheming girl had become a nude chameleon, frozen, nearly invisible against the wall, so Devin's rude entrance was the only thing that stopped her parents from going further.

"DevHmmm! Your father... Mmmph! Honey, quit... He was just saying hello! He just got home!" noted Ava, straightening her hair as well as her posture. "Right? Welcome home, honey!"

"I wish I got home sooner," teased Ryan, guiding Ava away from the counter and tilting his head to the side to check out her ass. She grinned, batting his hands away. After a glance toward the kids she grabbed the plates and shoved them at Ryan.

"Don't make me eat in my room..." groaned Devin at their flirting.

"You're not allowed. Now help your father set the table."

The family quickly got the table prepped and sat down together, mom walking around to help dish up everyone's plate. When she stood next to Ryan, leaning over him, he tugged on her arm and pulled her down for another kiss. Mommy obliged, locking lips with her husband for a drawn out moment. In the middle of that moment, Sally saw her mom's eyes pop open before drawing a deep breath through her nose. Mommy pulled away a few seconds later with another grin on her face.

"Ryan! You're going to make me drop this!"

It was only when mommy shimmed away to dish up Devin that Sally noticed her father's fingers slip out from between mommy's legs. Had he been rubbing mommy's panties? This idea had been Sally's best one yet!

Once everyone was fully plated, Ava sat down with a sigh, fanning herself and still blushing. "It's so warm in here!"

"Well I won't stop you from making pants optional at the dinner table, that's for sure."

"Don't be silly Ryan! It's bad enough that Sally is still a nudist," she muttered softly.

"Are you joining her now?" snarked Devin.

"No! Of course not! You just eat your dinner, mister!"

Devin looked up and down his mother's very revealing outfit, appearing confused, then chastised himself for doing that and stared down at his plate.

Sally mused that her mom had completely forgotten that she removed her pants for yoga. She may have even been so flustered and distracted by daddy that she didn't recall her shirt being out of sorts either. The loose knot of the opened top had slipped back down over her chest easily enough after daddy's groping, but it was very open and she displayed an awful lot of cleavage as the family ate dinner together. If only she wasn't sitting down...

"Mommy..." started Sally, trying to hold down a smile, "can you get me some ketchup?"

"Really? For potatoes? Alright, sweetie! One second."

Ava stood from the table, opened the fridge, then bent at the waist all the way down to the bottom of the fridge door, kicking one leg out behind her to retrieve the red bottle. Both the boys watched closely and Sally snickered to herself as mommy slowly righted herself, the bottoms of her bum cheeks sticking out of her skimpy panties. With a confident wiggle, she brought the ketchup to her daughter, walking around the table to give it to her. Mom gave a funny look as everyone stared then shook her head, but daddy saw what his daughter was doing.

"Actually honey, since you're up, could you get me the olives from the fridge?"

"Olives? We don't have any olives, Ryan."

"I'm sure we do. Middle shelf, way in the back."

Mommy returned to the fridge, bending right over this time, digging past jars and condiments with her barely pantied bum pointing out behind her.

"I don't see it."

"You've almost got it," assured Ryan.

"Yeah! Keep looking!" encouraged Sally with a giggle.

Despite staring just as much, Devin was the only one to complain. "Why do you want to look at mom's butt so bad?"

"Hmm? What's wrong with my..." Mommy stood, then proceeded to 'get' the joke, kinda. "...oh! Ha. Ha. Ha. Let's make mommy stick out her big butt. Very mature Ryan," scolded Ava, stepping back to the dinner table with a good-natured smile. She came so close, but Ava still hadn't realized how underdressed she was for dinner.

Devin was quick to finish after that, curiously hunched over as he rushed back to his room. Mom started to clear the table once everyone else was full, but Sally jumped in to help, stepping beside daddy to take his plate. As horny as he was, Ryan's eyes unmistakably darted down his daughter's slender nude frame. Then he gazed at his wife, fixated on her butt, her lacy panties bobbing with her cheeks as she walked away. Ryan licked his lips and his hand rubbed Sally's bare hip, each fingertip glancing along the edge of his daughter's exposed pelvis as he felt the unbroken trail of flawless skin along her small side.

"Actually... I'll help your mother tidy up, pumpkin. You should, uh... go up to your room for a while. And close the door."

Sally smiled, beamed actually, and leaned in to kiss her father square on the lips before skipping away from the table and up the stairs. She did close the door to her room, quite firmly in fact, while standing in the hallway. Then she crept back down the stairs as stealthily as she could. A minute later, she watched daddy bend mommy over the sink and literally rip her panties clean off of her, tearing through the seams.

"Ryan! Seriously...?!"

Daddy stood beside mommy, his hand suddenly buried in her ass, rubbing away, and lifting her up onto her tippytoes.

"I want you so bad, Ava. You're just begging to get fucked, aren't you?"

"Ryan..."

He ignored her weak protest. Squatting down behind his wife, Ryan forced her legs apart, spread her cheeks wide, then dove in face first. Sally only saw a brief glimpse of her mom's underside before daddy got a facefull of it, but seeing him stretch mommy open with his hands, each side of her vagina splitting apart to reveal the wet pink folds between them, made Sally outright blush. This was exactly what Sally had asked for, but she still didn't expect it to be so graphic.

"OH! OOoooooh gawd! Ryan... but th- the kids..."

"They're upstairs."

"But wh-what if they... cuuuh... cuh... mmmmmm... oh goddamn your fucking tongue! UUHGGgghn..."

"Just don't scream," Ryan warned before diving back in.

"ARRR! How?Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Ava growled, teeth clenched, one of her legs already wobbling.

Sally felt her face get hotter and hotter as she watched her parents do something exceptionally indecent in the kitchen; Daddy's head wiggling between mommy's cheeks as mommy moaned and shuddered and gripped the frame of the window behind the kitchen sink, forced to bend forward by daddy. And they made such a big deal about Sally wanting to be naked!

Thinking back to the first time she heard them, Sally wondered if this was the same thing she pictured them doing in front of the other window. But there was so much slapping that time. Was dad also spanking mom before? It didn't quite seem to fit based on what she was seeing now. But this was already much more than she had bargained for.

• Sally tries to get closer Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 17:30, 3 August 2021 (UTC)
• Sally is pleased, but she doesn't want to get caught; she runs away to formulate her next plan