Turns out Alice's mother was their sorority sister.

Well this day just gets weirder and weirder. As i'm **** to sit in and take notes for a shareholder's meeting that somehow ended up a being a hair's breadth away from a lesbian orgy at a nudist colony, i thought i could at least skip over the awkwardness of telling them my very unfortunate last name by using my mother's. (Who never did take my father's name and absolutely no one blamed her.) As it turns out all three members of this little buck naked business bureau were very well acquainted with my mother, too well acquainted.

First, let me preface with this. I'm not on the best terms with my mother. Yes, she provided for us financially, but at the cost never being there for me emotionally. That role went to my father, a stay at home dad who is a very lovely, kind and caring man who has absolutely no familial relation to a certain German chancellor. IT'S A COINCIDENCE! I SWEAR! Uh... Man, it's hot in here... Anyway, i digress.

My mother, Lilith Evelyn Edens, was a business consultant, author and specialist in workplace psychology. She spent the majority of my childhood touring major conglomerates and business schools around the world, studying their interpersonal dynamics as well as offering advice and holding lectures. But it was after a trip to a certain timber company headquartered in Dresden, Germany that something changed about Mom. Primarily her wardrobe, or to be more specific, her abandonment of her wardrobe.

She had become a nudist.

You see, this timber company was a sponsor for the FKK and had a clothing optional office space to promote it's unity with nature, Lots of environmentalist red tape, you know how it is. Anyway, while this lack of dress code wasn't exactly taken advantaged of by the male employees, not a single woman in that building wore more than a pair of shoes and some light accessories. Mom was quick to join in on it, and the one thing she raved about most of all from the experience was the sense of oneness she felt with every other woman in the building. It was rare for female employees to be more efficient than their male counterparts, but allegedly their sense of skinship brought a tenfold improvement to their work ethic. Although, i personally just think the guys there were too distracted by all the bouncing boobies and butts to focus on their jobs, but my mom took the whole experience to heart. When she got home she immediately started her book on it, "Bareness in Business" a best seller, no doubt because of the titillating cover featuring a buxom beauty clad in nothing but a pair of glasses and a pair of heels, the title obscuring her naughty bits.

I was only 8 at the time, old enough to know it was weird, but too young to know why. From then on Mom was always naked at home, even when she went out she had a very risque signature look consisting of nothing more than heels and an upper-thigh length double-breasted jacket with no blouse, no skirt, no bra and certainly no panties. My mother was a ludicrously shapely woman, even more so than Karen and Susan, but it wasn't until puberty that i really started to notice it. I had all sorts of weird feelings towards her, from the virgining lust of constantly being exposed to her rampant sexuality to jealousy stemming from my own body's failure to develop anywhere near as curvy as her's. But by the time i turned 18 those feelings settled on resentment, particularly because of her leaving dad and moving to a nudist colony in Spain.

I've talked to her a few times, but i haven't seen her since. Because she no longer wears or owns any clothing she mainly stays within Europe, where they're more tolerant to her nudism. Apparently she's become a local celebrity in Barcelona.

Now, as to why these three are so familiar with her. They told me that during their years at Harvard, Mom was a member of their sorority and was especially close to them. She was their senior and acted as a sort of mentor to them as well as (This is the part where i fight my gag reflex.) taking the lead in "experimenting" with them. The experiment must've been a success because the four of them ended becoming lovers and they constantly had sex with each other, insinuating that they've all eaten out my mom.

Eugh... Anyway, after college they still remained in close contact as they followed their careers, many of their decisions were made from my mother's advisories, both professional and personal. When Mom got back from Dresden, she held a little get-together where she "came out" as a nudist and told them all about her time in Germany. The three of them absolutely loved the idea and vowed to join my mom in her commitment to nudism. They then insinuated that the rest of the night was one long orgy.

Damn gigantic breasted sluts.

Since then, they've used their companies to finance the lobbyists that pushed for that bill to legalize public nudity, and now that it's passed they've told me i can expect them to join my mom in never wearing clothes again. God save us from this shadowy cabal of nudist MILFs.

Now, back to this ridiculous meeting.

"My goodness, Alice. To think that all this time you were the progeny of the woman who made me, who made all of us true women. Yes, i can see it now... You have her eyes, her gorgeous green eyes and her cute little nose... I suppose i just never noticed on account of your... far more petite figure... in comparison to a woman as immensely curvaceous as Lilith." Karen stared me down as she invaded my personal space, looking deep into my very soul as she felt me up, pushing her enormous rack into my far lesser chest before pulling me for an intimate hug. I won't lie, it was kinda nice and made me miss Mom. Sure, she was selfish with her time and WAY too comfortable with her body, but she was still my mom and when she was there for me, she was completely there for me. There was plenty of nights i couldn't sleep and she'd always welcome into me her bed. Nowhere in the world was there a place more comfortable than laying my head on her big motherly belly, which in hindsight was a little weird since she always slept naked even before Dresden, but you don't think about that when you're tired. Regardless, just as i began to feel comfortable being embraced in my boss's bare flesh, the moment was ruined when i felt her urine trickling onto my shoes.

"Hiiih!" I shrieked and pulled away.

"Ah... My apologies, Alice. It seems my body is growing impatient, perhaps it is time to get down to business." Phew... Finally.

Karen began the meeting by climbing on top of the table and sauntering over to Susan and Helen with a flourish, as if she were on a runway.

"Ladies~ As you can see we all have a rather similar state of dress, or lack thereof. But you may have noticed that in my case, It is a complete lack thereof. Indeed, there is not a single fiber on my body, i am as au naturel as when i was born." Karen slowly rotated and sensually exposed every last inch of herself. From her armpits to the soft belly flesh underneath her massive udders. From spreading her humongous cheeks wide and giving them a deep look inside her asshole to pulling apart her labia and even pushing out her cervix in a slight prolapse. Karen showed them everything and the looks on the on their faces told me they've already seen it.

"The essence of bareness... Not the slightest of veils obscuring even the smallest fraction of my body. It is this very level of absolute transparency that i have for my body that i desire to have for this company. Not a single statistic or decision or intent shall be kept from you, for we have nothing to hide." Karen proceed to tip-toe over to the nearly empty water pitcher in the middle of the table, squatting over it.

"Why, even something as insignificant as the edit history of our file drafts shall be available to you. For we want you to see everything, even our waste~" Karen let loose and started pissing hard into the pitcher. I recoiled and looked over to Helen and Susan. They were both openly masturbating, Helen was reclining in her chair, spread eagle while Susan had her leg up on the table, at least they bothered to remove their shoes. Even Charlene was touching herself to the sight of her mother, slowly stroking her vagina while pinching and pulling her erect nipples.

Once the pitcher was nearly full, Karen shuddered and gasped, cutting her piss stream and convulsing. She began squirting like crazy, her womanly goo gushed in powerful blasts, splattering all over the table as Karen loudly moaned. Just as she finished, her partners in nudity did as well. Helen and Susan both cried out and discharged their sexual fluid with a similar amount of ****, arcing through the air and splashing onto Karen over and over, until my boss was totally coated in their slimy girl cum.

Karen stood up and slicked her hair back, standing proudly before her satisfied shareholders and covered from head to toe in their arousal. "I'll take this baptism as your approval."

I just sat in shock, unable to process a proper reaction for this obscene joke of a shareholder's presentation, only to be brought back to reality from the sound of clapping behind me.

"My my, Karen. You've always had such a sense of showmanship." I turned around to the sound of an oddly familiar voice and... DEAR GOD!

"MOM!?" There she stood, in the conference room's doorway. As usual, she was as naked as Karen with not a stitch on her. Her face was as beautiful and youthful as ever with the only sign of aging being a streak of silver in her long auburn hair. Her body however, was even bigger than i remember. Her breasts had to have been even bigger than Z-cups, with dark areola the size of dinner plates and erect nipples thicker and longer than my thumbs. Her ass was like a pair of bean bags with tree trunk-like thighs, all without the slightest hint of stretch marks or cellulite. Her belly had grown significantly fatter as well, yet she carried it superbly as if it were a tribute to pregnancy, and from her navel down, there was thick treasure trail that led to a wild jungle of deep red pubic hair. Without a drop of visible fat above her shoulders or beneath her calves, she didn't look so much like an obese hog as she did a fertility goddess.

"LILITH!" Karen, Helen and Susan yelled in unison, running over to hug and fondle my mother's plentiful form, Karen even fell to her knees and began nursing on her ginormous teat.

"Alice, honey~ It's been a while... Why don't you take off all those tight clothes and come give mommy a kiss?"