Okay Is Just Okay...So Far

"Wow, Mrs. Cooper! What is that you are wearing(!)?" Archie exclaimed as he ogled.

Alice looked at the growing size of the boy's already large dick, her hands automatically going in front of her pussy and boobs. "You mean my garter belt?" That and the hose it was holding up were the only things the pleasingly attractive middle-aged woman had on.

" "Garter belt"," the young redhead repeated with a sloppy grin.

Hal stood up from his kitchen chair, letting his unbelted pants to drop. His own growing erection was out where the boy could see it. "My wife wore it specially for me." His challenge would have been more impressive if his dick weren't white bread average.

"Archie," Betty said while folding her dress, "remember, she is my mom!"

"I remember. She did a great job."

"Dear! Perhaps I should take off the garter belt," Alice said.

"No, Honey," Hal said, putting a hand on her arm, "you are perfectly nude the way you are." His eyes still remained mainly on the young buck. "We'll all sit down and have a nice lunch together," he strongly suggested.

"Yes, Mr. Cooper," Archie said only after Betty's mom was seated and the garter belt was hidden beneath the table.

Hal didn't sit down until after the teen had.

"I thought everybody was okay with being nude?" Betty asked as she collected the discarded clothes. The utility room and its washer and dryer was nearby.

"We're okay being without our clothes, Betty," Alice tried to assure her and remind Hal.

"Sure. I'm okay with it," Hal said, still eyeing Archie.

"I'm more than okay with it!" Archie smiled sincerely. He saw that the grown-ups were just okay with it, unable to get fully into the spirit of being free and open about what Life had given them!

Betty was like her parents in their limited but limiting inhibitions. Though, she was doing her best to pretend she had no problems being a nudist. And she was giving him very nice views of her revealed backside as she scurried about, picking up the clothes they had brought in the kitchen.

Hal half-frowned as he watched his youngest daughter's lover ogle her. He was resolute in not seeing what the other male in the room was seeing. Alice was the only one his Happy Hal would know carnally. But, my, didn't Betty look like Alice as a teen.

Alice's hand was on her husband's hairy thigh. Her downcast eyes focused and unfocused on her exposed, nude boobs. They were firmer now than they usually were, and her nips were harder. She thought they shouldn't be as she and Hal had had their sex, and been satisfied.

And as a background accompaniment to all of this was what was happening in the living room.