Stipping Assist

Caught by suprise, I find myself looking down in thought, finding my previous concern of small gaps in the seams in my shorts to be rather ridiculous. Taking a breath, I look back up and see three sets of expectant eyes aiming back at me. I almost say this is moving too fast, stopping as I realise that that may be the point... or possibly, they really do want to skip a few steps. Either way, I did just admit to us getting intimate the same day we met, so perhaps for them it's not that much of a leap.

Nodding back, the corners of my mouth moving upwards as I find the whole thing rather absurd. Not knowing a better way forward, I nod again and break the silence, "You know what, sure? Its its your tradition, then let's get you that look of me."

Seeing his smile smile back, she steps up next, declaring confidently, "Glad to hear it, deary. Let's go to the living room. I can help you out." I glance her way, surprised at her offer, as I've changed plenty of times before the weight of what she's saying sinks in... she's expecting I may hesitate once my clothes start coming off, and is offering to make sure.

We walk in silence then, and she helps to guide me into the centre of the living room. I pause, and without delay, I feel her hands moving deftly to me, pulling off my top. I gasp, giving out a nervous giggle. Moving instinctively, I put my arms up, and just in time for her to lift my top off, my breasts bouncing free from its thin fabric. As she pulls the top the rest of the way off, I catch the pair staring at my ample bosom.

Titling my head to one side as I reach slowly down for my short-shorts, I manage a smile as I speak up, "I'm not surprised your dad's staring, but you, Michael? You've seen them before!" to which both of them chucke back, and I have to resit gasping as his mom reaching about, as I;m evidently not moving fast enough for her.

His dad nods before commenting, "She's got you there, son. Not that we blame you for wanting to stare.", and Michael laughs at that, nodding back.

I let out a gasp, feeling her moving with a single-minded efficiency. Without delay, she yanks the buttons on my shorts open, yanking the front open in a large V, and I gasp, transfixed, as she yanks my shorts down. My ass quivers a bit, and I look down, seeing her work, her movements as casual as folding freshly cleaned laundry.

I manage to step out of my shorts just in time, feeling my cheeks heating up as I look back at Michael and his dad, catching them scrutinising my nakedness closely. Giving them a sheepish smile, I glance down at their feet, finding myself rather enjoying their stares before looking back up.

My gaze turns up just in time to see his mom standing there by them, giving her husband a massage before whispering, "What are you waiting for? His Venus is exposed right before you... why don't you two go over to her? Give her skin a touch?", She pauses then, a naughty smirk forming on her face as her hands move on his shoulders, leaning forward, Go on, dear... "Go on. She's waiting for your touch... You too, son."

I felt my cheeks heat more, my sheepish smile growing, as the pair move forward as if one mind, nodding to each other. Michael moves to my right, his dad on my left. I let out a gasp, feeling Michael kiss my shoulder and neck several times, his right hand cupping my breast. I moan softly, my gaze tipping upward, briefly noticing his mom is aiming a camera my way, recording the whole thing.

I ponder if that's part of their 'tradition', but the thought flees my mind the moment I felt michaels right hand find my right breast, cupping it softly, rubbing it, his grip growing slowly tighter as his fingers move across me. Enjoying his caress, I let out a soft sigh, the sound slightly uneven.

Bare moments later, his dad's hand join in, both of them grasping me around the waist. I felt them, pulling themselves tighter to me, my arms still above my head. I take a breath, my arms landing on their shoulders as their hands move across me.

Michael's left hand moves erotically across my back, before descending to my left ass cheek, cupping and squeezing it rhythmically. His right hand moves across my breast, tightening its hold on me as the palm of his hand rubs across my nipple.

His father is getting more aggressive, too. His right hand pulls me tight, and I gasp as his right hand find my right ass cheek, goosing me roughly, as his left hand moves downward also, his fingers moving and playing with my inner folds, moving them casually with his fingers. I gasp aloud, my eyes blinking closed as his finger glides across my clit.

Feeling the pair's caress, I felt my desire rising with it. I felt myself growing aroused, my hesitancy giving way to desire, my mind going from surprised to desiring they keep at it. I felt Michael's hand tighten on my breast and ass, while his father slaps my other ass cheek, his fingers moving rhythmically in and out of my shaved mound.

That's when I hear a single bell ring out, catching me by suprise. Remembering his mom's recording all this, I find myself wondering if the two are related, and how I can best react to all this...