Incest Seduction/Agree to spend more time with the Taylors
"Umm... Yeah! If that's okay," you reply with an awkward grin, still watching Kalli out of the corner of your eye.
"Absolutely! Kimmy, I admire your spirit!" shares Stacy. "I missed out on so much when I was in highschool. My parents were so strict. I was too afraid to go to parties even when I could. I was hardly allowed to date really. College was me making up for lost time, which was why my grades were so bad." It feels like Stacy is over sharing. She's getting a bit rambly and places her hand on you over and over as she talks.
"Well it's never too late and rarely too early to try something new," smiles mom, playing with Kalli's hair as the girl licks the last splatters of sperm from the edge of her plate before moving to her hashbrowns. "But Zack isn't going to be here all day sweetie. I'm sure you could go play more of your nudism game with everyone at Tracy's house this afternoon."
"It's not a game mom," you grumble at the patronizing tone from your mother, but you sound quite defensive.
"I'm sorry, I know how committed you are. It's a 'lifestyle' or something, isn't it?"
"Mom! You're so embarrassing sometimes!" You cover your face slightly as if your school friends might see you at this moment. Stacy rubs your arm supportively.
“Well it is! Isn’t it? I really don’t know. I’m just happy you’re trying new things. You’re experimenting and learning and finding yourself. We’ve all been there.” Mom rubs Kalli’s back while Stacy looks at you and nods.
"Kimmy, I'm more than happy to support you with your journey, wherever that leads. I’d be honored to help. You can come over to my house as often as you like."
Mom raises her glass. "Well I'll cheers to that! We’d love the help! This girl can be a handful!" She laughs, tossing back the rest of her orange juice before standing. "C'mon Kimmy. You can help finish our mimosa before you have to go."
Mimosa? They've been drinking? And mom's going to let you drink? You're not sure what to think of all that. It's a little astonishing to be offered but in many ways you feel vindicated. You’re not a kid anymore; you’re 14! The least they could do is let you have a drink! You’re not even a virgin, as of twelve minutes ago.
Leaving Kalli to slurp through the remainder of her breakfast, you follow the pair of mom's as they gab and chat some more. You're poured a very tall glass of mimosa, mom explaining she wants to finish it off, as she and Stacy chat mostly about you. You drink quicker than you should, partly out of nervousness since they're both fixated on you and partly worry in case mom changes her mind and takes your drink away.
"I admit I'm still so interested by this whole thing!" remarks Stacy, waving her hand up and down in front of your lean teenage figure. "What made you want to try this?
"I dunno. Umm..." You sip your drink unsure of what you should say. It wasn’t exactly your idea.
"It was a spur of the moment thing," offers mom, jumping in. "A little impulsive, very daring, but you have to support your kids!" Mom laughs, clinking your and Stacy's glass. Mom then turns to you and slides her arm around you, hugging you while rubbing your side. "Oh there's no need to be shy about it dear. It’s clear you love the attention!"
"You sure do," you quip back. Stacy just smiles. She probably didn't hear you. Mom continues.
"You have to embrace your sexuality!" She squeezes your side when she says that, and brings her glass to your chest, almost like she's trying to hug you, but she’s clearly not. She plants her cold wet glass directly on one of your nipples making you purse your lips. "You grab it and you take it! Explore it!" Mom overtly rubs her glass against you now. That’s hard not to notice and it shocks Stacy a little.
"Kara! You are really bad! Is that..."
"I'm only helping!" Insists mom. "Poor Kimmy can't get herself off, can hardly even touch herself! We’ve been doing what we can but it's obvious she's sooo horny! She can hardly stand it!"
"Is that true?" asks Stacy, mouth agape.
"Yeah," you nod, without elaborating. Mom is technically right and you are really horny, so you lower your head and accept this latest welcome antagonization from your mother.
"Oh my! You poor thing. May I?" Mom nods and Stacy shuffles closer, placing her hands on your other breast to help. "That must be so hard for you! If I could only rely on Richard to feel good I might never orgasm!" She and mom laugh then pay increased attention to your slight chest. Stacy starts stroking your sensitive tit, drawing her fingers from the edges of your light pink areola to the tip of your tight nipple, tugging and pinching ever so gently. "Does this feel good?"
"Yeah," you admit.
"She's fun, isn't she? Like a windup doll! Just the cutest little toy! Gawd has she been asking for it all morning!" chuckles mom. Is that all you are? A toy? A teen fuck doll that can talk? You're a little offended by the notion but aren't about to object to your objectification either. You do like to play with your tits when you're horny, and god are you horny. Despite only recently dismounting a cock, having two women openly fondle your naked body in the middle of your kitchen somehow feels just as wrong yet is the perfect level of debauchery for you right now.
The three of you drink your mimosas, grope, and gossip, the experienced women sharing saucy sexual stories from when they were growing up. One of them almost always has their hands on you, sometimes just resting on your shoulder or hip, other times kneading your ass or groping your chest. Constantly being touched just further emphasizes how naked and vulnerable you are but also how little say you have in the matter. They're going to touch you when they want to. But listening to their stories of streaking, blowjobs, parties, and threesomes while you fill up on mimosa keeps you plenty horny and nearly as entertained with them as they are with your body.
You all finish the pitcher mom made but she then offers to whip up some more, despite the point of this being to get rid of it. Breakfast is very much over at this point, no one left at the table, daddy just finishing up with the dishes. Stacy says it's an enticing offer but she'd rather head back to her place. She says this while playing with your ponytail and rubbing a hand across your pelvis. You're still feeling nervous not knowing what exactly you agreed to, but the mimosa helped.
Stacy corrals her husband and kids to the door and pulls you along. She tells them to get dressed but Aidan and Kalli are forced to admit that they don't know where their clothes went. Mom is quick to jump in as usual, convincing Tracy that it will be good for you three kids to walk back together naked. Something about how it will help shake off society's stigmas, help them get used to their own bodies, how it will help you on your journey and blah blah.
"And it will be good for your bums to get some sunshine!" she adds, immediately getting handsy.
Aidan and Kalli start giggling as mom swoops in to pat bottoms, including yours. The difference is she plants a loving albeit inebriated kiss square on your lips when she squeezes your ass then bends down to kiss the other kids as well, normalizing what she did with you, as if you get groped and kissed every day before school. Mom then steps out onto the front step as you all leave, waving and shouting for you to have fun and do as you're told as if you're going off to nudist summer camp.
The Taylors only live a few houses down but it's a painfully far walk in your birthday suit. The younger kids take off down the sidewalk gleefully once they again realize they're not going to get in trouble for this latest act of deviancy. You run after them if only to make this trip shorter, but you are no better off when you discover their front door is locked. At risk of drawing more attention, the three of you streak back down the sidewalk for the key but Richard says you all need to slow down. You hang off his arm, not-entirely-playfully begging for his keys, which he seems to enjoy. But it is a short walk and in a minute flat you're all inside again. Running naked down your street sure made your heart race though.
"What a wonderful breakfast!" proclaims Stacy, stretching her arms out before wrapping you up in a hug, as if to thank you. You mostly agree, although she might not be saying that if she knew you had sex with her husband. One other thing you now have in common is that you and Stacy did far more drinking than eating this morning, but as she grabs your shoulders and pushes you to arm's length to take a good look at you she gets a glint in her eye. "What I could really go for now is a margarita! What do you say Kimmy?"