Incest Seduction/Agree to drink with Stacy
You smile. "Oh! Really...? Sure!" Two drinks in one day? You're so lucky! Take that mom!
Stacy waves at Richard to help her while the kids become maniacs. They leap over furniture and slam into each other before spanking and taunting you like earlier. You're quick to chase them and join in the fun, tackling them into couches and throwing pillows, acting nearly as carefree as you look. Maybe there's some truth behind all of mom's weird rantings about your nudity.
Stacy stops you as the kids race upstairs and hands you a bright green drink. It's an offensively strong green which is the only thing that prevents you from immediately noticing that Stacy is now topless. More than just topless. She’s wearing nothing but a pair of lace edged panties.
"Oh! Wow... er, thank you?"
Stacy cheers you with her own glass. "You're welcome! I hope you don't mind," she says glancing down and swaying her shoulders to watch her tits bounce and jiggle. "I figured since no one in your family are nudists that you'd appreciate someone joining you. We’re... not, normally. I just want you to feel as comfortable as possible."
Richard walks up behind his wife sliding his arm around the front of her ribs and lifting her breasts with his arm. "Yeah, yeah. You don't want to get naked, you have to get naked, right? You couldn’t possibly stay clothed."
"It's the polite thing to do Richard!" insists Stacy. "You're not getting out of this either! You have to be nice! I just wanted to make sure Kimmy was okay with it first." She turns to you expectantly after she says that.
You’re not sure what your opinion matters here, even if you’re supposed to be a nudist now. What would a nudist do anyway? Would you want to encourage them to go ‘natural’? That seems creepy. You’re getting pretty used to being naked now anyway. But maybe you would feel less nervous if you weren’t singled out.
Even with all those thoughts, you can’t help your teenage filter from dulling your enthusiasm. You shrug and take a sip of your very strong drink, trying to seem disinterested. "Yeah. It’s cool."
"There, see? Now would it kill you to be polite once in a while?"
Richard responds by dropping his robe which is soon followed by his pants. You and Stacey watch as he hurriedly strips to become just as naked as you are, leaving Stacy comparatively overdressed in her panties. You try not to stare, but your eyes are drawn to his dick if only to acknowledge your guilt. He doesn't seem as big as before, although you spent way more time with him inside you than you spent looking at it. But it’s true, he isn't as big right now; a smaller and softer Uncle Dick is standing proudly before you and Stacy.
"Better?" he asks, sliding one arm around his wife.
Stacy mumbles something as she leans her head back to kiss her husband. Your guilt washes away when they share their affection for each other in front of you, so you openly watch them like a perv, slurping on your drink while they suck face. A flustered Stacy eventually stops their passionate display and directs everyone toward the couch. Stacy sits beside you while Richard sinks into an armchair after grabbing a beer. Somehow getting fucked in your kitchen all of an hour ago was the least awkward thing to happen to you today now that you find yourself sitting with two wannabe nudist adults in their living room and no one has anything to say. You again sip heavily on your beverage to calm your nerves. This margarita thing you were given isn't half bad but it is already half gone.
"Honestly, your mom is great, Kimmy,” Stacy throws out to break the tension. “I wish I was half as encouraging and open as she is."
"Okay."
"She doesn't care what society says or thinks, she's willing to put it all out there, to-"
"Can I have some juice?" Aidan asks the moment he spots you on the couch, his face flush from running around. Assuming he even noticed, he's not the least bit phased that his parents are naked.
"Only if you share with your sister," comes Richard's automatic reply.
His sister bumps into him from behind with perfect timing. "There's juice?" she asks before the two of them scamper to the kitchen.
"Now, as I was saying... What was I even saying?!" laughs Stacy, placing her hand on your thigh. She starts rambling again. You've already lost interest.
Craning your neck to peek into the kitchen you're positive the kids are pouring green margarita into a pair of cups for themselves. Surely they aren't going to drink this stuff, are they? Would they even like it? Granted, you’re drinking it. You feel like you should say something but you can already see Kalli tilting her head back and her cup up into the air thirstily. You just hope she doesn't get a stomach ache.
Turning your head back you are startled by Stacy who is practically on top of you.
"...and I really, really want to help you... find yourself..."
Stacy's tongue is in your mouth a second later. Her movements are sloppy but palpable, her own pent up arousal finally bursting through. It’s now that you consider that all the inappropriate touching at breakfast probably went too far. Or maybe mom frenching you before you left sealed the deal for Stacy. But she clearly thinks this is why you're here.
You halfheartedly try to push her away at first, overwhelmed by how she pounced on you, but then decide to live in the moment and let her ravage you. Maybe it's the alcohol, but you’re still new to kissing, let alone sex, and this seems like pretty harmless fun given you’ve gone as far as fucking her man. So you kiss her back and welcome her embrace. At least until you try to put your arms around her while forgetting you're still holding a margarita.
"WAAAH!" Stacy pulls away when you dump your drink over her shoulder and down her back. Then she starts cackling, slipping into a giggle fit of drunken laughter. "Oh my god! Why am I so nervous?!"
"Because you're not drunk enough yet," half jokes Richard from the sidelines, not so stealthily stroking his cock while watching the show.
"I dunno, but if I hafta get more drunk than this, then... I dunno!" She laughs again then rises from the couch. "C'mon. Let's get cleaned up."
You didn't even notice that you splashed margarita on yourself as well, splashes of green speckling your front. Stacy takes your glass away and then helps you up off the couch. She asks for Richard's help again, the kids zipping out of the kitchen as the three of you enter. They grab a pair of washcloths, Richard attending to his wife so she can attend to you.
As Stacy starts to wipe down your stomach her eyes turn sultry again. The washcloth disappears when her tongue finds the center of your chest, licking up through flecks of green. Soon her lips enclose on your nipple, trying to suck the pink dot off of your tit. Her wet washing hand presses up between your legs, scratching an itch you forgot was there. This is par for the course for you today, so you merely flinch before letting Stacy do as she wants. Richard is quick to join the party, gripping his cock again while his washing hand dips down Stacy's backside.
"Whatcha doin?"
Stacy is quick to right herself, tossing her hair over her shoulders and lifting her chin into a downright arrogant posture.
"We were just getting cleaned up."
"She was licking Kimmy’s nipple," Aidan explains to Kalli.
"No! I was..." Stacy trails off, looking distracted. Richard still has his hand buried in her ass. Suddenly her expression softens, glancing at you. "Actually, yes. I was licking Kimmy. And there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with... with feeling..."
"With exploring your feelings," fills in Richard with Stacy having a hard time. But she doesn’t appreciate him putting words in her mouth..
"No! That’s not it. There’s nothing wrong with feeling. If you want to touch someone-- if they--" You're not sure if she's stammering because she's drunk or nervous, but she quickly comes to some sort of decision. Stacy abruptly slips out of her panties, officially making everyone in the house equally threadbare. "Here. I want you to touch me."
She's staring right at you, so she definitely means it. You softly place a hand on one of her boobs and give a hesitant squeeze. She immediately grabs your hand, forces it down, and presses your fingers against her labia.
"No, touch me! I want it. I want you... everyone to feel this. The energy." Stacy slides her fingers onto your pussy again. "Society doesn't think so, but there's nothing wrong with this! And you need people to touch you, Kimmy! Sexuality is perfectly natural!"
The kids hold back their giggles at how weird their mom is being. You're not sure if she's drunk or high. Whatever she is, she's definitely not quite right beneath that proper, rigid exterior of hers. Or mom sure did a number on her.
"Aidan. Kalli. Come here."
Suppressed giggles swiftly cease as the kids are beckoned forth. Stacy pulls your hand back up onto her tits then turns to her children and presents herself, widening her stance, the expectation obvious. Aidan looks at you as if this is all your fault. Kalli is excited by everything it seems, her eyes widening with curiosity. With minimal encouragement, the two of them warily pet their mother's bare crotch, small fingers dragging through a trimmed patch of pubic hair and skirting over bare pink lips.
"This is what a woman looks like. My vagina... my pussy, is where both of you came from." Aidan scrunches up his face and Stacy tussles his hair before he can complain. "It's not icky! Or weird! It's perfectly natural. And it... it feels good to touch it. And when a penis..." Stacy stops, gazing over at you. She's getting that look again. "Kimmy?"
"Y-yeah?"
"Don't you want to touch your uncle too?"