Yes

Amy, Beth and Carly all had just been sitting there quietly on the couch in an apparent state of shock, taking it all in and not knowing what to do. They were sort of trying to cover themselves up with their arms and hands but not very successfully.

“Marge?” my dad looked at mom hopefully.

“Well, I suppose. Maybe just for a little while.” Her words were just a little slurred. “I mean, we’ve already had a good bit of fun tonight. You sure you’re up for more, Bruce?” I could swear I saw her give him a wink.

“Yeah, I could still do with a little more fun, thanks,” dad replied. “There doesn’t seem to be a lot of extra room here though. You could sit in the chair there with David,” he suggested. “I think I can squeeze in here between Amy and Beth since they still have some clothes on.”

The two girls slid over as far as they could making room for my dad, who plopped down between them with a shit-eating grin on his face. He turned toward each of them, very obviously staring at their exposed tits.

“Hi, girls,” he smiled. “I sure am glad my daughter has such nice friends,” he said stupidly as he put a hand on each of their bare legs. I had never seen my dad act like that. It was a whole new side of him that I had never seen.

Meanwhile, my mom headed over toward me in the big chair. “You think I can squeeze in here beside you?” she asked and attempted to sit down. She was wearing a white satin blouse that was tight enough to show off her ample tits and a short black skirt that rode up her thighs as she squeezed in beside me. I was totally weirded out by my mom being wedged against me while I was totally naked and had a huge boner to boot.

“So we take turns here, is that how it works?” dad asked again. “So whose turn is it?”

Susie was finally able to speak up. “Well, just to get you up to speed here, Carly just finished giving David a hand job and making him cum all over her bra and panties he had been wearing.” Mom and dad gave each other a confused look. “It’s a long story. Anyway, it’s her turn to pick somebody for the next truth or dare. Although we were pretty much just doing dares now. So what do you want to do, Carly?”

“Um, well, this is only just a little bit weird,” she replied, still a little unsure about what was happening. “Um, I guess I’ll pick you, David," she went on. “Maybe we should keep it in the family here. I dare you to take off your mom’s blouse, since she’s right there beside you,” she finally managed to say.

“Um, ok, I guess,” I replied hesitantly. I had never even dreamed of doing anything like that before. Although my mom was not bad looking for her age and had a great figure, I just had really never thought about her that way. “Are you sure you’re ok with this, mom?” I asked tentatively.

My mom patted my leg. “It’s ok, David. We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t want to. Besides it won’t be the first time tonight someone’s taken my blouse off,” she laughed.

“Ummm…” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what she meant. “Ok,” was all I said. I had to twist around a little to get in position to unbutton her blouse. I can’t begin to tell you how weird it was to be undressing my own mother. But, fuck, it was a game and we were all willing to play.

I unbuttoned her blouse slowly, from top to bottom. Then I pulled it out from her skirt at the waist and pulled it back off her arms. I was surprised to see she was wearing a red demi-bra that barely covered her nipples.

My mom just giggled a little. “Didn’t know your mom had such nice tits, did you, David?" She was teasing me as she put her hands under her ample boobs and pushed them up a little bit, her areolas just peaking out above the fabric. “So that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked, as she pulled my head up against her chest, my nose right in her cleavage.

“Um, I guess not,” I replied, trying to pull back and get back in the chair where we weren’t quite so close. “So I think it’s my turn to pick a person to give a dare to.”

“Oh!” she said, apparently still trying to understand how the game was played. “Could I maybe have a glass of that wine first?” she asked me. I got up and got one of the bottles and poured her a glass of wine. Standing above her as I handed her the glass, I couldn’t take my eyes off her cleavage. I was standing naked in front of my mother with a throbbing hard-on wondering what her tits looked like without that bra on. I tried to tell myself it was wrong, but my little head was telling me otherwise. And it was making it a little difficult to think clearly enough to make my pick.