Kelsey's World Ch. 38

Kay smiled and waved from the front porch of the old Victorian house when Kelsey drove in the driveway. "Hi Honey!" she yelled. It was late in the day on Sunday, and Kay's naked body was dirty from a day of spring gardening. "Did you have a good trip?" she asked, as Kelsey trotted over to embraced her.

"It was the best, Mom," Kelsey said. "Raymond's really happy, and his friends are awesome. We had a blast."

"Oh, good. I was hoping he'd settle in and be comfortable down there. Good roommates are important when you're living in a new city."

"You and Daddy and me should go down sometime. We could have a party with Raymond and the boys and Ashley, and there's two girls Raymond works with that are super fun. They'd love Daddy."

"I'll ask him, Honey. Sounds like fun. Did you see some of the city with Raymond?"

Kelsey told her about the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, and the topless rally in Times Square. "It was the coolest thing, havin' out titties out right in the middle of the city like that. The woman I was talking to said it's legal in New York State, but people don't do it because you can still get arrested for other stuff."

"Yes, it's still not accepted," Kay said. "The law's technically on our side, in some situations."

"She told me I should talk to my State Senator. Do you know who that is?"

"Yes, Joan Fresco. I've met her."

"You know her?"

"Not really, your father and I met her at the school. She was talking about taxes. She's very nice."

"So how do I talk to her?"

"You'll need to call her office and make an appointment. I'm sure she's very busy, so get all your facts straight and make some notes before you go. You'll have a much better chance of getting her on your side if you make a good case."

A week later, Kelsey, Brie and Charity sat nervously on leather chairs in a small conference room at the State Office Building. Kelsey felt awkward in her high-buttoned conservative shirt, like she was covering up what she was there to talk about, but Brie and Charity were comfortable in their teacher clothes. Senator Fresco walked in, looking very businesslike in a navy-blue pinstripe skirt suit. After the introductions Kelsey launched into her argument for a more lenient bare breast law.

"I'm a Republican, girls," Senator Fresco said, when Kelsey had finished. "It'd be political suicide for me to sponsor a bill like that. New York is a blue state, but upstate, when you get away from the cities and the colleges, it's surprisingly conservative, especially out where the beaches are."

"But think how nice it would be, Joan," Kelsey said. "Wouldn't you like to be topless in the sun?"

"Kelsey, not all women have your genetic makeup." She looked around to make sure they were alone and the doors to the room were closed. "I look nothing like you girls. I was saggy when I was a teenager, and..."

"It's not a beauty contest we're here about," Kelsey said, sounding remarkably polished at politicking. "It's about freedom, and comfort, for all women, of all ages. Think how nice it would be, Joan, just to feel the sun on you like that. And even saggy girls look good on their back. Imagine yourself lying on your back on the warm sand in the summer sun. Your husband spreads sunscreen on you, all over your soft tits. Some handsome men are nearby, watching. It's like a summertime dream. You've got the power to make dreams real."

Joan had fallen under Kelsey's hypnotic spell. "I have some good friends on the Democratic side," she said. "I may be able to get one or two of them to sponsor what you're looking for. But I'll be honest, this is the kind of change that might take years, decades even. Are you in for the long fight?"

Kelsey smiled and nodded. She was.

—

Kelsey's phone rang when she was on her lunch break at work.

"Kelsey? Hi, it's Wendy."

"Wendy! Hi!"

"How's everything?" Wendy asked. "Are you and the girls good? How's my Richie?"

"Richie's as sweet as ever. Yeah, were all good. What's up, Honey?"

"So I don't really know how to ask you this, but Barb told me to just blurt it out," Wendy said, sounding nervous. "Barb said you know all about that day Austin was at the gym, with Barb and...and me."

"Sure, Honey. It's all good, you know. You're not feelin' bad about it, are you? Austin said it was super fun. He told me all about it. I think it's hilarious that he shot his load right in front of that woman."

Wendy giggled. "Good Lord, Kelsey, you do know how to lighten a mood. Yeah, looking back on it it is kind of hilarious, isn't it."

"Have you seen her since then? That woman?"

"Yup. Just a few days ago," Wendy said. "She seems kind of lonely. We talked a little. I could tell she wanted to ask about it. About Austin."

"Is she cool?" Kelsey asked. "You could talk to her some more and see if she seems cool. You guys could hook her up with Austin in the shower some day."

"Oh my God! Really? I mean, that sounds crazy..."

"It's just a thought," Kelsey said. "Is that what you called about?"

"No, it's not. So, I guess I'll just blurt it out, like I'm supposed to. I'm feeling bad that I've been with Austin twice now and Matt hasn't been with any of the younger girls. Oh my God, hearing myself say that seems so odd..."

"He's been with Ashley."

"Yes, and she was great, but...I was thinking more of...you."

Kelsey smiled. "Really? Yeah, I'm in, Honey! I was hoping."

"You were?"

"Sure! Matt's a cutie. We all kinda wanna."

"Wow," Wendy said. "Okay. Wow, this is the weirdest conversation I've ever had. This life you and your parents are into, it's just so different. I feel like I'm not even me."

"It's good, right? So what did you have in mind? Like, a couples night with me and Austin?"

"I don't even know, Kelsey. I'd like it to be really special for him. I mean just the fact that it's you will be plenty, but..."

"Let me think it over," Kelsey said. "Yeah, we'll come up with somethin' great for him. The weather's gettin' super nice, so...do you guys ever go camping?"

"We used to. Yeah, we used to like that kind of thing. Richie was conceived in a tent in the Adirondacks."

"Cool! I love that! Okay, how 'bout this. There's this little super private beach we found up at Sandgrass Pond. My friend has a big tent we can borrow and all the gear we need. We can do it this weekend but it's Memorial Day. We'll have to get there early to snag the spot. You guys got plans already?"

"No. I mean, yes, we do, but it's nothing we can't get out of. The weather's supposed to be really nice. Wow, Kelsey. Is the rest of my life gonna be like this? My heart's pounding. I haven't been this excited about a summer weekend since I was a teenager."

"You hang with me, girl, and your heart'll never slow down," Kelsey said. "Austin's gonna be so excited. He just thinks you're the cutest."

Wendy's heart beat even faster. She was thankful for all the time she'd spent on cardio at the gym.

—

Memorial Day weekend arrived so quickly Wendy felt like she hadn't adequately prepared herself for what was to come. The whole of the last few months had been that way, rolling from one new sexual experience to another, without the thoughtful deliberation that would have, more likely than not, talked her out of everything. She was glad, in a way, but it was dizzying. She felt off balance, but it was thrilling, like a tightrope walker feeling the vibrations through her feet, leaning at an awkward angle, catching herself with adrenaline and some magic, and then turning around and doing it again.

"I'm looking forward to camping again," she said to Matt, after a long quiet spell in the car on the drive up to Sandgrass.

"Me too," he said, keeping his eyes on the highway.

The conversation went quiet again, classic rock on the radio giving them both something to think about other than throwing their marriage into the swinger spinner for another go-round.

When they turned into the marina parking lot a half an hour later, Wendy was shocked to see Richie's car, and Richie and Abby leaning up against it, talking to Kelsey and Austin.

"Why are they here?" Wendy asked Matt. "Did you know about this?"

"Nope. You've told me how Kelsey operates. I'd be willing to guess this is her idea. Unless they're just out for a ride or something. Or maybe to spend the day swimming with us."

"Oh. Yeah, maybe," Wendy said, sounding a little calmer.

Kelsey approached their car. She was wearing her favorite little bikini, the chartreuse green one that lets her jiggle like jello. "The weather's perfect, you guys!" she said as she hugged Wendy, and then Matt. "I thought it'd be fun to invite Richie and Abby. Barb thought you guys might enjoy it, and Abby can get her rocks off with her father/son fantasies."

Wendy's face was blank with confusion, but there was a hint of an unusual looking smile. "Barb thought...? I'm gonna kill her."

"Oh, no! Really?" Kelsey said. " I thought...it'd be good for you guys to get used to each other away from everything. You know, before any parties bring you all together," Kelsey said. "We can make our own little world."

"I don't know, Kelsey," Wendy said. "Maybe Matt and I should just go. It was a nice idea, but..."

"Wait'll you see our little beach, Wendy," Kelsey said. "Let's just all go and have a swim and some lunch. If you're not comfortable after that, Austin can bring Richie and Abby back here to the marina. I think you'll like it, though. It's so private out there, it's like our own desert island."

Wendy's heart fluttered as it pounded. "It is a nice day for a swim."

The pontoon boat Kelsey had reserved was sitting calmly at its dock. Two adult mallard ducks and six small ducklings took a wide detour around it when the gang started loading their camping gear and coolers onboard. The engine fired up smoothly, dock lines were untied, and Matt and Austin talked boating as they piloted their way out the winding channel through the cattail choked marsh, headed for open water.

The warm, fresh breeze out on the big, lake-sized pond was relaxing. The pontoon boat had seats on each side that faced each other, so Wendy and Richie couldn't help but be in each other's line of sight. Richie was happy to see his mother looking reasonably relaxed, with wind in her hair and sunlight sparkling in her eyes. The loose-fitting white linen shirt she had on flapped in the breeze, giving glimpses of the black bikini hidden underneath.

"Been workin' on your legs at the gym, Mom?" he asked, startling her out of a dreamlike daze.

"Oh. Yes," she said, suddenly self conscious of the tan linen capri pants and strappy sandals she had on.

"You and Barb have the nicest bodies," Abby said. "My mom's all soft and getting fat."

"Really? But you're so petite."

"I take after my grandmother. She's a little bitty thing," Abby smiled.

"Looks like nobody's there," Kelsey said, pointing at the tiny, pristine white beach nestled in the tree-lined shore. "Woo Hooo! We partyin' now!"

Wendy's heart fluttered. Just a swim and some lunch, girl, she wanted to say. Just a swim and some lunch.

Austin nosed the boat onto the beach and raised the outboard motor. After their wake dissipated, all was calm and quiet, with ripply little waves blown in on the gentle wind.

As soon as Kelsey's bare feet hit the beach she stripped off her little bikini, tossing the bright green pieces casually onto the white sand. She was completely naked, her all-over freckles already darkened by some early spring sunbathing, her nipples already hard from the excitement of what was to come.

"Oh my God!" Matt said under his breath when he saw her in all her glory.

"I know," Wendy said quietly. "A body like that should be in a museum. You gonna make it? You're not gonna have a stroke on me, are you?"

The bigger surprise was seeing Abby strip down to nothing, just as quickly and just as casually. Her lean little dance body was paler, almost luminescent in the bright sun. Pert little breasts were accented with pointy, turned-on nipples, energized by being naked for the first time in front of her handsome future father-in-law. Her spectacularly perfect curvy little ass was a showstopper. Both Wendy and Matt were surprised anything could draw their eyes from Kelsey, but there it was.

"Hand me those tent bags, you guys," Kelsey said, nonchalantly walking back to the boat. "Pass all that gear to us. We've got a huge tent and battery operated twinkle lights to put inside of it, and two king-sized air mattresses. It'll be like a harem in the desert. You ready to be a harem girl, Wendy?"

Abby smiled so shyly it was almost painfully beautiful. She was ready to be a harem girl. Her sweet little glance at Matt told him so.

Wendy wasn't so sure, so she didn't answer. Richie handed her a few gear bags to pass down to the girls. She caught his eye by mistake and looked away. Awkward! Why did I agree to this, she wondered? He's my son! This is all so wrong!

When the boat was unloaded Austin backed it away from the beach and tossed the anchor overboard. Matt suggested they gather all the ropes that were onboard and tie them together to make one long line that reached shore, where they could tie it to a tree. Why go to all that trouble, Wendy wondered, when Austin will be using the boat to ferry Richie and Abby back to the marina in a few hours?

The campsite was set up quicker than Wendy expected. Austin and Matt were both good with their hands and made quick work of the tent and mattresses. Kelsey had been right — the two king-sized air cushions filled the tent perfectly, giving the feel of an Arab Prince's sexy bouncy house, especially when Kelsey and Abby were inside stringing up twinkle lights. Wendy smiled a surprised smile when Matt stuck his head in to check on their progress.

"How's it going in here," she heard him say.

"Good, Mr. Nanty," Abby answered.

"Oh, God," Wendy said under her breath, smiling even though she didn't know she wanted to. She gave Matt a wide-eyed look look when he extricated himself from the tent's doorway. "Son's girlfriend?"

"It's all good, Babe," Matt said. "There's flow happenin' that we're supposed to be going with, remember? Are you channeling Barb yet? Or Kay?"

Matt walked away singing a little tune... "Summertiiiiime, and the livin' is eeeeasyyyyy..."

Why did I think I should give him Kelsey, Wendy wondered, as she watched him take off his shirt and join the boys for a beer. It's going right to his head! If he skinny dips with those girls... Oh my God, she thought to herself, am I going to be the only one wearing a swimsuit? Richie'll keep me company. He won't skinny dip with me here...

That thought lasted about five seconds. Wendy watched in fascinated horror as Matt and the boys all took off their clothes. Austin's big, flaccid cock caught the sunlight — he wasn't wearing underwear — and Matt's lily-white one was next out into the light, still a bit plump from his chat with the girls in the tent.

Richie was the last to strip, facing away from his mother. She watched as his t-shirt went over his head, and then his shorts and undershorts were both down together, his cute young ass looking for all the world exactly like Matt's did twenty-two years ago. He never turned to face Wendy, instead walking slowly into the water until he was waist deep. When he did finally turn and face her she was still staring at him, lost in some blurry world of her own.

"Yeah! How's the water, you guys?" Kelsey yelled, emerging from the tent like a sex goddess.

Abby followed her out, smiling shyly again when she saw Matt's sexy chest above the ripply waves.

"You gettin' wet with us, Wendy?" Kelsey asked.

Wendy nodded. After the girls splashed into the sparkling water she took off her linen shirt and capri pants, but the black bikini she'd worn underneath them remained firmly in place. Being the only one clothed would have to do. It would just have to.

She joined Matt, and the two of them stood waist deep watching Kelsey play, with the spirit of a happy child, splashing her friends and laughing. Abby giggled with a girlish purity that cut the warm air like a knife. Wendy and Matt swam out past the anchored boat and tread water for a few minutes, watching a waterskier off in the distance. When they returned, waist deep again to preserve Matt's modesty, Richie was cradling Abby in his arms, her tiny body suspended above the ripply waves, water dripping off her sweet little ass, with her eye-poppingly carnal pussy on full display.

"Wow!" Wendy said under her breath, thinking Matt wouldn't hear her. He did.

"Are we in this, or aren't we?" he asked. "I kinda need to know."

Wendy caught a glimpse of his hard cock through the ripply water. "Jesus, Matt!" she whispered sternly. "Can't you control yourself?"

"I'm pretty sure that's what we're not supposed to do when we're with swingers."

Wendy's why oh why, oh woe is me thoughts rose to another crescendo in her head. Swingers? These kids? My son? But she'd had enough of the negative thoughts. It wasn't fun any more. What Matt said about channeling Barb, and channeling Kay...that would be fun, she thought to herself. Just do it, you puritan wimp! Austin is just standing there. He's fucked me twice, with Matt's permission for God's sake! More like ten times if you add up all the different ways we did it! Just go kiss the boy!

"You better not second guess me tomorrow," she said quietly, looking Matt in the eye. "About anything." She lowered her body below the water. A few seconds later she handed him her bikini. "Don't lose those."

She rose up to waist deep again, facing away from the boys, and kissed Matt. It started as a soft kiss, but ended deep and passionate with his hard cock against her belly. "I love you," she said as she pushed off, swimming a slow, floating backstroke toward Austin, feeling wicked with her shiny wet tits and hard, poke-your-eye-out nipples showing above the flowing water.

Austin loved Wendy's nipples. Kelsey's were miraculous in their perfection, and his mother Barb's big areolas made him instantly hard, but something about Wendy's got to him even more. When she regained her footing on the sandy lake bottom and stood in front of him with a 'take me' look in her eyes and bare tits dripping with water, he kissed her mouth quick, and rapidly kissed his way to a nipple, sucking the soft tit as he nibbled on its hard rubbery tip with his teeth.

Wendy moaned loudly. The unexpected speed of the proceedings and the deep, sweet tingle from one her most sensitive parts hit her with a wallop. "God help me," she said quietly, watching Austin's beautiful face as he gave the other tit some attention, too.

Matt was startled out of watching the dreamlike sight by Kelsey's voice. Her stunning body was just arriving next to him, all wet and glistening in the sunshine. "Wanna fuck me, Mr. Nanty? I'm super horny."

Matt smiled, looking slightly disbelieving and goofy. Kelsey had always called him Matt, but, that day, Mr. Nanty was so much hotter. Kelsey was so much hotter, than anyone or anything he'd ever seen. I can't just fuck her, he said to himself, can I? His rapidly scrambling brain was suddenly unsure. Kelsey's petite little hand on his hard cock under the water wasn't helping his thinking process.

She pressed her wet tits against him and tipped her head back for the kiss. Open mouthed and tonguey, it felt electric to Matt, a lot like the fireworks Wendy was feeling twenty feet away.

"Your cock feels so much like Richie's," Kelsey purred quietly near his ear. "Oh my God, I'm in love with it already. Barb tells me you're kinda awesome in bed. We're gonna have so much fun tonight, all of us. You're not gonna send Richie and Abby away, are you? Don't you wanna fuck little Abby, and that unbelievably tight pussy of hers? I saw you lookin' at it. You can get lost in that thing, lickin' every bit of it. It's so soft and so wet. She's so tight she'll make you scream..."