Finding Goddess Ch. 15

Carol's mind was in a haze. So much that she couldn't even recall making the trip back to her room. One moment, she was naked, alone, and on the verge of tears in her daughters' shared closet. The next, she was lying facedown in her bed, sobbing into her pillow.

She wanted to be a Zenrist. She wanted to be a Zenrist so much it hurt. She wanted to live naked and carefree until the end of her days, never having to worry about the clothes she hated so much. She wanted to live a sexually-liberated life, where she could make love to any girl she wanted wherever she wanted. She wanted...she wanted the Goddess! But she couldn't...she couldn't have any of those things. Her daughters couldn't stand them, and by extension, they wouldn't be able to stand her. They'd be ashamed and uncomfortable living with an eternally nude parent, and the sight of all her private parts would sicken them. They wouldn't look at her, they wouldn't even talk to her. In time, they'd grow distant, and before she would realize it, she would be completely estranged from her own daughters.

No, she wouldn't allow that! She had come this far raising her girls all by herself. She wouldn't dare traumatize them with the constant sight of her nude body, nor would she tarnish her relationship with them when they were this close to adulthood. She would continue to be a normal mother, or at least as normal a mother as she had been for this past decade. A normal mother who wore clothes and only made love in private. Not one who would have anything to do with a lesbian nudist cult.

Wiping her eyes dry, the nudist pushed herself up to her dresser, where her clothing awaited, ready to cover her every inch of beautiful, bare, glistening flesh. But as Carol opened the drawer, she couldn't help but flinch as her eyes fell upon the piles of folded...things before her, each one ragged to the touch and designed to hide her body. The perfect, sacred body that her Goddess sculpted with Her own two hands. The thought of wearing them, of hiding such a wondrous, artful form, it...it...it was enough to make Carol want to start crying again.

***

After a few minutes, Carol finally exited her room wearing a simple yellow sundress. Held up by a pair of spaghetti straps and boasting a knee-length skirt that flowed loosely around her legs, it was inarguably the most tolerable article of clothing in her wardrobe. With her shoulders bare, her cleavage displayed, and her legs constrained by absolutely nothing, it was as close to being naked as she was willing to get around her girls.

Naked, she thought with a sad sigh. She wanted so desperately to get naked again, to tear this infernal thing off her body and frolic around just as the Goddess made her. But no, she couldn't do that, not as long as her daughters were around. Speaking of which...

"Oh, hi Mom," said Mindy, who was sitting at the kitchen table munching on an apple.

"H-hi...sweetie," Carol stammered, curving her lips into a forceful smile in an effort to look happier to see her girl than she actually was. "I didn't...know you'd get home so soon."

"Neither did I," said Mindy. "The plan originally was we'd stay for a couple more days, but our driver remembered she had a doctor's appointment on Thursday, so we had to cut it short."

"Oh, I see. Did you...have a good trip at l-least?" said Carol, more out of obligation than anything. She already knew the answer to that question.

"Um, you could say that," said Mindy as a faint blush started to appear on her cheeks. "I had fun there...I guess."

"You don't sound too...enthused," said Carol with absolutely no surprise. She overheard her daughters, she knew something had spoiled the trip for both of them. This whole conversation was more of a formality than anything.

"Yeah, well, the thing is, it was...kind of embarrassing," said Mindy, her blush deepening and she eyes shifting back and forth uncomfortably.

"Okay then. You...you don't need to tell me," said Carol.

"No, no, it wasn't a big deal or anything. And in retrospect, it was kind of funny. It's just...Erin's friend, Megan, she kind of pulled a fast one on all of us. You see, she plotted to bring us all to this one beach in Duny, right?"

"Yes?"

"Yeah, so on our first day, we were all driven there. We brought everything we needed, bathing suits, suntan lotion, towels, drinks, snacks, umbrellas, all that stuff. And our driver, Nancy, she just took off to supposedly run some errand that would separate us from her and, more importantly, the car for at least four hours."

"Go on."

Mindy blushed even redder and starting giggling nervously. "So we're effectively stranded there, that's the important thing, though we didn't really know that at the time. So we're walking along the sand, and next thing we know, Megan is stripping off her bikini and getting naked!"

"N-naked?" said Carol. She felt her dress suddenly tighten all around her. It hugged against her hips, seemed to sliver around her legs, even pushed against her breasts. Her nipples throbbed against the fabric.

"Y-yeah," chuckled Mindy. "We're all freaking out, Erin is covering her boyfriend's eyes telling him not to look and yelling at her to put her suit back on, when all of a sudden we start seeing naked people all around us. Then we see this sign that says 'Nude Beachgoers Ahead,' and...Megan, she starts laughing like a madwoman and it turns out...she, she brought us to a nude beach! Without telling us!"

"Oh...I...see," said Carol. So they did go to one after all. It was just as Harold said. This must be what troubled Erin so much.

Despite herself, she couldn't help but rub her thighs together, excited by the sudden influx of nude imagery in her head.

"So...what happened then?" the mother asked. She knew it was against her better judgment, she knew she had to avoid the topic of nudity, but she wanted, no, needed to know what happened next.

"Well, we didn't have a choice. Clothing was prohibited, none of us could turn back with our ride being gone and all, so we had to...we had to strip down too." Mindy was now red as a tomato, and her eyes were darting at every possible thing in the kitchen that wasn't her mother.

"I...see," said Carol. "You must have been...you must have been furious." It hurt to say it. It hurt to think it. But she had to face up to it. Nudism was just not something her daughters would ever approve of. She suppressed a wince as she felt the cloth of her dress ooze against her hip like an especially viscous glob of mucus. Goddess, my body isn't making this easy.

"Yeah, I guess I was, a little bit," said Mindy. "Not as much as Erin, though; I swear, she looked like she was going to throttle Megan! But I think, overall, she handled it a whole lot better."

Carol stiffened. She hadn't expected to hear that. "Handled it a whole lot better? What do you mean?"

"Oh, she sulked for about the first hour or so, refused to talk to anyone, tried to murder the whole beach with her angry eyes. But after that, I guess she just got sick of being a sourpuss and decided to just roll with it. So she laid back to work on her tan without having to worry about getting any lines, did a little naked seaside jogging, took in some of the goods that were flopping and bouncing all around her, you know the drill. By the end, she was playing volleyball with total strangers, and by all accounts was having a real ball of it. Metaphorically speaking of course."

"Huh," Carol murmured, furrowing her brow in thought. She...didn't mind it? Really?

"Yeah, she'd probably deny it if you asked her," continued Mindy, "and it'd probably be better right now if you didn't ask her...but I think she enjoyed her time there overall. More than I did, anyway; I spent most of the day huddled in the water. Definitely not my kind of thing. It was really more Erin's kind of thing. And probably yours."

Yes, of course you did, Carol thought despondently, casting her eyes down at the table. Then she caught that last thing her daughter said.

"Wait, what do you mean 'my thing?'" she asked.

Mindy just seemed to turn her head to the side, her smile widening, becoming almost frog-like. "Ohhhh...nnnnnothiiiinnggg, heh-heh-heh!"

She must be remembering seeing me naked in my room last week. At least she's taking it in good hu—

"Ughnnn!"

Carol groaned. She squeezed her eyes shut and buckled from where she sat, nearly curling up into a fetal ball. Her dress was really starting to constrict around her now, crushing her body like a dozen hungry pythons. Her legs clamped together, her breasts flattened painfully into her chest, and everywhere the cloth made contact with brought a feeling of pins and needles on her skin.

"Mom! What's happening? Are you okay?"

Carol gritted her teeth. It's not real...none of it is real. It's all in my head. Fight through it, girl, just fight through it!

"I...have been a bit feverish lately," said Carol as she tugged idly at the sides of her dress to keep it away from her skin. That seemed to help give her some relief. "Truth be told, I...was supposed to be at work today, but I had to call in sick."

"Do you need help with anything?" said Mindy.

"You could take off my dress," is what Carol wanted to tell her. But she couldn't say such a thing to her daughter. Not today, not ever. So all she let out was a simple: "No. I just...I just need to rest a little."

"If...if you say so," said Mindy, though she didn't look so sure. "Uh, what are we going to do about dinner then? Should we order out? How does Chinese sound?"

"No, no Chinese!" Carol cried. She couldn't have Chinese now. It would just remind her of the experience she had yesterday by the lake with her two lovers. The magical experience she would never get to have again. "Er, I mean...I ate Chinese yesterday, so I...could use something else entirely."

"Um, okay," said Mindy. "I guess I'll talk to Erin about it then. You go get well, Mom."

***

Mindy watched as her mother retreated back to her room, stumbling almost like a drunk the whole way through as she leaned on the wall for support and periodically tugged at her dress. The teen couldn't help but feel concerned for her, but decided it was best not to push the issue just yet. God only knew she had enough on her plate with Erin.

Seeing as there was nothing else to do, Mindy tossed her apple core in the trash and made her way to her own room, deciding to fire up a video game for the time being. It had been a week since she got to sate her taste for some digital action, and she was feeling a little starved for it. A few minutes after turning the console on, Erin came in as well, having finally finished up her shower.

Sure did take her sweet time though, she mused as she played, her gaze glued to the TV screen as Erin wordlessly trotted past her, opening up this drawer and that drawer before settling down at her desk and turning her computer on.

"Did Mom come back while I was gone?" she asked.

"Yeah. We were talking while you were in the...shower," Mindy said, verbally stumbling and doing a double-take as she turned to address her sister. "Um...she's...a little sick right now though, so you should probably leave her alone for the time being."

"What did you talk about?" Erin inquired, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at her twin.

"Just small talk about some of the less...interesting things to happen at Duny Beach," said Mindy, who was finding it harder to keep a straight face as she looked at her sister. The fact that she had to be so evasive with her answer also had something to do with it, though she knew she was technically being honest with Erin. From a certain point of view of course. "Nothing to get your...heh, panties in a bunch over."

"You better not've," said Erin, who turned back to her computer.

Mindy shrugged and returned to her game. She supposed she should tell her sister to put some clothes on, considering she was wearing nothing but a towel around her head. But why embarrass Erin and get another earful out of her when they could both just relax after getting home from such a strenuous trip? Besides, Erin would eventually figure out her mistake, one way or another.

***

Ugh, the office sucked really hard balls. Henrietta had to spend the whole day interviewing no less than five applicants, and not a single one of the idiots seemed even remotely qualified to scrub a toilet, let alone write source code. Which could only mean one thing: the job-hunting process would continue, and she'd have another round of interviews to look forward to next week, likely with even bigger boneheads whose resumes weren't good enough to pass the first round of inspections.

However, the worst part was...actually, Henrietta couldn't make up her mind what the worst part had been. Was it when she had to spend an hour talking to that one boring, bespectacled man with the robot voice when all she could think about was how much she would rather look at a cute girl instead? Or was it when she actually did get to spend an hour looking at and speaking to a cute girl? A cute girl who, while a complete ditz, Henrietta just couldn't stop undressing with her eyes. Which of course led to a myriad of other fantasies, like asking the girl out on a date, convincing her to become a nudist like Carol, introducing her to Zenrism, and making sweet love to her right there in the office.

Yeah, the cute girl applicant had definitely been the worst part. She made Henrietta's mind wander, caused her imagination to go wild, pulled at the tethers of her professionalism at the most inopportune time, and left her feeling horny for the rest of the day. If only a Zenrist really did work at the office.

Well, she might not have had any Zenrists to help her at work, but Henrietta knew one who would be able and willing to help her now that the work day was over. And she was standing outside her apartment right now, her coat already unbuttoned and her panties sitting somewhere in the backseat of her car. And after giving the door a few overexcited knocks, she would soon be treated to the sensual feast that was Caroline Connors.

I can't wait to see her! All horny like I am right now, and naked, her nipples hard and her lips moist...both of them in fact! I wonder if it's possible she's already fully converted? If so, then maybe we can...

The door opened, and to Henrietta's surprise, it was not naked Carol who greeted her, but her younger, slimmer, longer-haired, and equally-naked daughter.

"Oh, Henrietta," said the girl, who the older woman was certain was Erin. She had learned to differentiate the twins by the tones of their skin, with Erin having the tanner complexion as opposed to her sister, who maintained her mother's creamier shade. "Are you here to see Mom?"

"I...uh, yes," said the redhead once she got done peeling her jaw off the floor. She had a hard time actually believing what she was seeing. In all the years she had known Erin, she had never once seen the girl nude before. Not that she could complain now that she was seeing it; the teen had matured into a brilliant young woman. Her figure wasn't as Amazonian as her mother's, but one could still see the resemblance with her black hair, her elegant, almost regal-looking face, and her large, lovely, lively tits. Henrietta had a hard time taking her eyes off them, their every little bounce and jiggle causing her inner muscles to clench wetly with want. Like a stubborn band-aid, she had to tear her gaze away from them, lowering her head to the floor like an ashamed child just to keep them out of her sight...only to get an eyeful of the girl's perfectly smooth, shaved, and slightly pale mound.

Oh, fuck me!

"Well, she's kind of sick right now," said Erin, who didn't seem to be the least bit fazed by her nudity or Henrietta's reaction to it. "So I doubt she'll be up for a date with you tonight."

"She's sick?" said Henrietta, recovering herself to look back into the girl's eyes. "What do you mean she's sick? And speaking of which, why are you..." She was about to ask the teen what she was doing 'dressed' as she was when she suddenly caught sight of Mindy poking her head out of her room, grinning like the Cheshire Cat and putting a finger to her lips to tell the older woman to stay quiet.

Erin just shrugged, giving her breasts another healthy jiggle. "Yeah, you'd have to ask Mindy about it. She knows more than I do."

"And I think I'll be more than happy to tell you all about it, Aunt Henri," said Mindy as she exited her room clapping her hands together. Unlike her sister, she was fully clothed.

"Suit yourself," said Erin. That got a snicker out of Mindy, which prompted the nude girl to raise a questioning eyebrow at her before shrugging again and walking back to her room, swaying her tight rump back and forth every step of the way.

"Enjoy the view?" said Mindy when the door closed shut, confident that she and the older woman now had a bit more privacy.

Henrietta was caught off guard. "Wh-what makes you think I'd...no, no, of course not! I wouldn't..."

"You don't need to deny it, Aunt Henri," said Mindy. "You know we've both been 18 for a few weeks now, so it's not like anyone's gonna judge you for it or anything. And 'sides, I could see plain as day you liked what you saw!"

"But she...you," stammered the redhead, feeling so flat-footed that she would slip on the floor any minute "you're both my best friend's kids! You've been like nieces to me. Of course it would feel weird. And creepy."

Mindy giggled. "You know, I've never seen you act so flustered before. You've always been like the devil on Mom's shoulder, coaxing her into doing things she'd never even consider. It's really cute. "

"Should...I go?" said Henrietta. She came here to have a roll in the hay with Carol, but since she appeared to be sick and her daughters were home already, that clearly wasn't going to happen.

"No, no, stay a while," said Mindy. "It would be nice to talk to someone who doesn't have an invisible stick up her ass. And who knows? Maybe Mom will enjoy the company when she wakes up."

"O...kay," said Henrietta as she hesitantly stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind her.

As she took a seat at the kitchen table, Mindy reached into the fridge to get out some juice. "Never thought I'd see the day where both you and Mom would get so tongue-tied."

"What do you mean by that?" said Henrietta, who was still trying to get her head on straight after the naked sneak attack Erin threw at her.

"Oh, about a week ago, I walked into Mom's room and saw her looking at porn on the internet without any clothes on. The face she made...God, I wish I had a camera out when I saw that. She was all like 'HUHHHHHH!'" At this, Mindy let out a loud, theatrical gasp as she put a hand over her mouth to imitate her mother's expression of horror. "Ha-ha-ha! I coulda made a million bucks selling that image!"

"Ah yes, she told me about that incident," said Henrietta as the younger girl gave her a glass of juice. "And yes, she was really embarrassed about it. Thought maybe she had disgusted or traumatized you in some way."

"Oh, Mom's so silly," said Mindy as she sat down opposite the redhead. "A little nudity never hurt me or anyone."

"That's what I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen," said Henrietta with a small laugh. Feeling a light bulb suddenly turn on in her head, the older woman leaned forward with keen interest, looking directly into Mindy's eyes to express her seriousness. "So...you really didn't mind seeing your own mother completely naked?'

"Why would I?" said Mindy. "Looking at her all embarrassed and vulnerable like that was adorable! Kinda like you were just a second ago. And besides, Mom's beautiful. She takes care of herself. Not like most of the people I had to put up with over the weekend. We spent the first day at Duny on a nude beach, and let me tell you, most of the goers there had no business running around nude! I'd rather look at Mom naked any day of the week than any of them."