Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2017 19:56:35 -0400
From: Olivia Palmer <olivia.octavia.palmer@gmail.com>
Subject: The Nudists 4 (gf, mast, anal, veg, lac, exhib, feet, hirs, ws, scat)

The Nudists 4
by Olivia Palmer

(gf, mast, anal, veg, lac, exhib, feet, hirs, ws, scat)

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As the second anal orgasm of my life rocked through me, I clutched at my
one titty not in the piss and pinched at my nipple, sucking for all I was
worth at my fingers and groaning, my whole body gone stiff-loose-stiff, as
I rolled slowly over onto my belly again.  Then I farted.  And farted
again.  Shuddering through the last spasms of my come, more farts rippled
through me.  And then, just as the last one burst forth, so did something
else.

I felt it pop, lightning-fast, past my quivering anal ring and leave my
body.  Then I felt it splash into the urine pooled between my parted
thighs.

I'd pooped!

Freezing for a moment, I felt the little nugget float over and bob against
the skin up high near my pussy.  I slowly pulled the fingers from my mouth
and looked at them, wondering how I hadn't felt that little turd up inside
just a few moments before.  My fingers were slick and clean-looking,
though, without a trace of poo on them.  Maybe my cummy had just wiggled a
random bit out of me?

And did it matter, anyway?  Really?

I was in my own bathroom, behind a locked door, playing with my own body
however my own self felt like playing.  So what if I'd pooped.  I'd been
playing with my butt.  That's were the poop came from, after all!  It
seemed kinda natural.

Reaching back, I collected the hard little thing and brought it around for
inspection.  Propping myself up in the tub on my elbows, still lying on my
belly in the middle of my rapidly-cooling pool of urine, I looked for a
long time at the slimy but firm thing, passing it from one hand to the
other, rolling it across my palms.

It was not perfectly round.  It was more like an egg shape, with little
creases and cracks in it.  Altogether it was maybe two inches at its
longest, maybe half that much at its widest.  It was very dark brown and,
no matter how many times I sniffed it, the little thing seemed to barely
smell at all.  A little bit poopy, yes, but not much.  Not hardly.  Really,
all I could smell was my pee.  That was way stronger in my nose than the
little turd!

I wondered why the bathroom smelled so strongly after pooping in the
toilet.  Was it the farts?  Did most poops actually not smell as bad as the
farts that came along with them?  Was it just this poo that didn't smell,
maybe because it was smaller and harder for some reason?  Part of me forgot
about being horny and seriously thought about it all for a while.  Finally,
though, a sudden shiver went through me – the air conditioner had kicked
on and a fresh breeze blew across my naked backside in the tub – and as
I glanced up at the vent I saw the end of the celery stalk sticking out
over the inside edge of the tub.

And I remembered my plan.

Carefully setting my poo up on the edge of the tub next to the carrot, I
reached out and grasped the celery stalk that lay beside it.  Bringing it
to my mouth, I licked and slurped up and down its length to get it
slippery, and then I had an even better idea.  I dropped it in the pee and
let it float and bob for a moment, pushing it around with my finger.


Then I picked it up and laid it flat upon my flat hand.  Even being just
half of the original stalk, this piece was longer than my hand.  One end
lay at the joining of my wrist to my palm, while the other end extended a
couple inches past my outstretched fingers.  This would go so much deeper
inside my butt than my fingers!  I couldn't wait to find out how good that
must feel!!

It was then that I noticed something: there were thin little stains of
brown running perpendicular to the celery across my hand – my palms and
fingers were smeared a little from my inspection of the nugget.

I stared at the stains for a long time.  I held up my other hand to see:
the same thing.  More thin trails of poo smeared lightly across my palm and
fingers.

I held the celery between my hands and delicately stroked its length, one
hand at a time.  Then I rolled it gently back and forth between them.
Finally, I looked at my palms and fingers again.  Most of the brown was
gone.  The celery didn't look all that different, but when I sniffed it
there was definitely a poo smell mixed with the pee smell.  My palms were
that way too, and so were my fingers.  My head began to feel a little light
as realized what I was doing.

I was playing with my poop.

For some reason, those stains made a stronger impression on me than the
turd itself had done.  Those stains were evidence.  They were a reminder of
my dirty, naughty, bad-girl ways.  My heart pounded even harder as I
realized how wild and free that made me feel – how happy to be doing
whatever I wanted, how proud I was to have discovered so much about my body
and how to make it feel so good!  Nobody in the world had to ever know what
I liked doing in private.  Nobody in the world had the right to know.  It
was the private me, my private self, my private pleasure.

There I was, lying naked in a shallow pool of my own cold, smelly pee,
playing with the residue of my own poop on my hands, about to shove a
vegetable deep inside my butt.  And nobody, ever – not anyone, not at
any time – would find out about it.

It was my body.  My good feelings.  And I wanted more of them!

For a moment I thought of Annabeth, of her hooded eyes and the mysterious
expression on her face as she'd farted in the bathwater and watched me
trying so hard to act normal about it.  I wondered if she had a secret,
private self, too.  I wondered what she did when nobody in the whole world
could find out about it, not ever.

I suddenly, desperately, wanted to know exactly what Annabeth's private
pleasures were!

But I pushed that aside for the moment and focused on the bigger plan –
fucking my butthole with that lovely long celery stalk!

I reached back and pushed the smooth curving end of it against my sloppy,
ready anus.  My hole twitched and almost seemed to suck the celery in as I
began to push.  It felt so cold as it went inside!  Slowly, so slowly, I
pressed it deeper and deeper into me.  It was like an icy finger at first,
but then my body quickly warmed it.  Soon I held it hard by the tip between
my thumb and first two fingers, with all of it inside me but that very
little bit.  I twisted it a little.  Jiggled it.  Wiggled it.  Deep inside
me, I could feel it move.  I could feel it move against my hot inner flesh.
Against my tummy almost.  It had slid up into a part of me I'd never been
aware of before, and for a very long time I just kept moving the celery
around in weird ways and odd patterns, enjoying the new sensations.

But then I wanted to feel better.  So I began to move it in and out.

Slowly at first, and then with more speed, I pulled the stalk nearly all
the way free of my butthole and then plunged it back in.  Over and over I
fucked the slender vegetable into my ass.  A squelchy, squishy, sexy rhythm
began to echo all around the bathroom.  I closed my eyes and listened as
much as I felt.

And then I smelled my poo again.  I smelled it a lot.  At nearly the same
time I felt a warm glob of it sliding out of my butt around the edges of
the thrusting celery.  I was a quarter of the way on my hip, with my top
leg thrown over into the piss.  The warm poo slime slid out of my butt and
onto my lower leg and held still for a bit, but as I kept on fucking my
hole it slowly spread over my sensitive skin and down toward the piss in
the tub, just past my pussy lips, tickling my little hairs there a bit.

I groaned and shuddered hard into another orgasm, softly splashing cold
piss all around me and moaning way louder than I probably should.  But I
felt so good and so wild!  I was fucking the poo out of myself!!

It was so sick, but so exciting, too!

As the harder spasms faded and I began to just kind of quiver with this
electric sort of excitement, I quickly pulled the celery out of my butt and
flicked it into the pee up near my face.  I didn't look at it on purpose.
I could smell it well enough.  Instead, I glanced back at the edge of the
tub and grabbed for the half-carrot.  It was the fat half.  Mommy had only
used the narrow end for her salad.  It was only about as long as my middle
finger, so I dug my nails into the end of it as I pressed it against my
slimy, loose butthole.

Oh, how much bigger!  And it slid.  Right.  In.

I groaned all over again to feel the incredibly fat-seeming carrot stretch
my excited anus.  In reality it was maybe the girth of three of my fingers
– maybe not even – but at that moment in my head, and to my ecstatic
nerves, it felt like a giant fat turd, moving in reverse.  Hard and cold,
it went in as far as I could get it.  With my nails dug deep into the end,
I pushed until even the tips of my grasping thumb and fingers were just
barely inside my ring.

I held it there for a moment and sighed.  So good!  I could feel my poo
against my thumb and fingers as I relished feeling so stretched and full.
I opened my eyes and looked at the celery, floating mere inches from my
nose.  It bobbed, fully submerged, just beneath the surface of my piss
pool.  The curved U of its length was facing up.  And that groove was
filled to the brim, nearly from tip to tip, with my shit.

I came again, harder than ever.  And lost my grip on the carrot!

The brittle end I'd been pinching with my nails snapped off, and suddenly
the whole thing was inside my spasming butt!  Panicked, but still coming, I
immediately, instinctively tried to push it back out.

As I rode through the rest of my come, trying so desperately to shit, I
began to fart, hard and loud.  Harsh cracks and deep rumbles echoed around
the small bathroom as my bottom shook and erupted with splatters of poo,
pushing out around the hard cylinder of the root that was blocking the way
out.  My leg, extended out beneath me toward the far end of the tub, was
quickly painted with my hot, wet poo.

I even felt some land with a splat on my feet!

The stench overpowered me and I rolled my face, without even thinking about
it, into the piss – accidentally sucking some of it into my nose and
mouth and then spluttering, spitting, and choking to breathe freely.  It
was the choking and sudden focus on somewhere other than my asshole that
did the trick.  In the middle of a harsh series of barking, burning coughs,
I shit loose the carrot.  It flew out of my ass and bounced off my ankle at
the end of the tub, followed by a massive surge of semi-soft poo.

* * *

Much later, after I'd showered and washed the poo down the tub drain, after
I'd washed and re-washed my hair and my body and made sure to even soap and
re-soap the carrot and celery – even after I'd dried off and sat on top
of the closed lid of the toilet and sniffed and sniffed at the two
vegetables, still smelling slightly of my poo – my tender, greedy
butthole was still twitching and throbbing happily.

My pussy oozed and called to me as well.  My nipples were anxious needy
little bitches, too, begging to be touched.  In fact, every part of my
seemed to vibrate and want more.

First, I ate the celery as I slowly slid the carrot up and down my wet
slit.  It's hardness moving against my clit brought me to another wonderful
orgasm, and I pissed a little bit onto the tiles and my feet as I shook
through it and moaned.  I ate the carrot next, amazed and very pleased at
how not-shitty either of the vegetables tasted.  Even though they still
smelled, their flavor was more or less normal.  A little different, maybe,
but not bad at all.  My pussy juice on the bottom end of the carrot, in
fact, was downright delicious.

Then I found myself staring intently at the nugget of poo.  It was still
sitting where I'd left it on the edge of the tub.

My whole body was tingly and high, my head was spinning, and I felt free to
try anything.  So before I really thought about it, I got down on my knees,
on the piss-splattered tiles next to the tub, and lowered my face onto the
edge of the tub, putting my nose right up next to the hard little turd.

For the longest time I just knelt there, sniffing, fingering my butthole,
rubbing my pussy, enjoying the dizzy joy of my naughty, dirty ways.  Then
my body, finally, reacted.

Retching, coughing, I leaned over the edge of the tub, with my shoulders
resting on the cold curving surface, my face hanging with my damp hair
falling all around it, as one hand worked frantically on my pussy while the
other was wiggling, tugging, and digging at my butthole.  As I shuddered
and thrashed around, my shoulder knocked the poo nugget back into the tub.

As soon as I saw it, I came.  My anus gripped my finger like a vise and
once again my pussy spurted a little pee.

* * *

The rain was still pounding outside, but the thunder and lightning had
mostly subsided.  It was getting past mid-afternoon by the time I finished
with scrubbing the tub and tiles and generally erasing all the traces of my
naughtiness.  Except for the faintest taste that still lingered in my
mouth.  I hadn't brushed my teeth yet.  I didn't know if I even wanted to.
Not ever.

Yet I had some doubts.  I admit it.  One part of me was worried I'd just
made myself sick.  Another part of me was worried I'd just gone crazy.  But
those parts were both being sat upon and squashed, more and more with each
passing moment, by the biggest part of me – the part that liked how my
pussy still oozed and throbbed, how my butthole still quivered and ached to
be touched, and how my nipples still demanded my fingers upon them, every
few moments, rubbing lightly.

I was still naked.  I was still horny.  I was still thrilled, more than
anything, at how wide open and how free the whole world seemed to be for me
and all my sensitive parts – including my rapidly-evolving imagination.

Mommy was still across the house in the master bedroom with the babies when
I finally emerged from my new favorite place – my little bathroom.  I
put away the cleaning supplies in the utility room and threw the floppy
yellow gloves into the trash.  Tiptoeing to her end of the house, I
listened quietly at Mommy's door.  No sounds at all.

Like I'd done first thing that morning, I once again crawled to the near
side of the huge king bed, keeping out of sight of my baby brother.  He lay
contentedly on his back, batting at a mobile propped above his face,
keeping one eye on the colorful flashes of the silent TV up high on the
chest of drawers.  The twins were in their swings.  I could hear them far
across the room, beyond my brother's playpen, doing their little
synchronized baby-snores.

I could hear my mommy's breathing, low, deep, and steady.  Slowly, I raised
my face above the top of the bed.  There she was, still every bit as naked
as me, but she looked more pink and clean this time – like she'd had a
shower, too.  Once again she lay on her back, propped up with some pillows,
with her legs spread wide apart.  The hair covering her pussy was fluffier,
brighter, and so were the hairs along her legs and running up her belly.  I
rested my hands lightly on the edge of the bed and leaned over toward her
nearest foot.  I sniffed.  Sniffed again.  Not much.  I put my nostrils as
close as I could without touching and sniffed one last time, trying to
catch just a little whiff of her scent again.

Then her foot flexed and whacked me lightly in the nose!

Mommy was awake!

I rocked back away from bed, onto my haunches, and stared in a panic at my
mommy's grinning, sleepy face.  She rolled onto her hip toward me and
reached out, waving me closer.  I nudged toward her on my knees, until my
face was straight across from hers.  My heart felt like it was in my
throat!  Suddenly I wondered if it had been such a good idea to not brush
my teeth.  I tried holding my breath as best I could, then breathing
through my nose, terrified of what my mommy might smell.

"You little monkey," she purred sleepily, her hand lightly stroking my
cheek, "what have you been up to?"

I blinked.  Gulped.  Closed my eyes.  I didn't know what to say.

I couldn't think straight, anyway – her fingers felt so good against my
face!  My whole body suddenly felt lighter, hotter, despite the deep stabs
of terror that seemed to puncture me all over.

I shrugged and just stared back at her, trembling no matter how hard I
tried to stop it.  And I smiled a little, too, despite my fears.  She was
so pretty.  It was hard not to smile back at her when she was obviously so
content and happy, at least for that moment.

"Still naked, I see..." she whispered, then winked at me.  "And so am I."

I nodded.  Her soft fingertips slid over my skin, tracing my jawline,
tickling my lips and the tip of my nose.  My pussy began to pound in time
with my hammering heart.  I wanted to touch myself very, very badly.

"Well," she continued, still speaking so quietly I could barely hear,
"whatever it was, it sounded like fun."

Shocked more than ever, I jerked back again, away from her touch, and
froze.  She'd heard me!  I was caught!

Suddenly, all those feelings of freedom and confidence shattered and
disappeared, replaced by an overwhelming surge of panic.  I was in trouble.
So much trouble!  What in the world was Mommy going to do to me?

But my mommy didn't stop smiling.  With a fluttery long hand she motioned
for me to come back toward her.  Stiffly, full of fear, I finally did.  Her
soft fingers once again touched me, cupping my chin, raising my face a
little higher in the dimly flickering light of the room.

"Just enjoy it while you can, baby," she whispered.  "Enjoy it before the
boys fuck it all up."

I gasped and yet somehow managed to hold her stare for a while longer,
enjoying the warm feelings her hand and her soft eyes were giving me.
Mommy had cursed!  And she'd told me it was OK to... to... do things to
myself!  I could hardly believe it.

Finally she let go of me and winked again.  "Just be careful when Daddy is
home, OK?  We don't want him getting the wrong idea."

I nodded and started to retreat, crawling backwards on my hands and knees.
But then I went back and raised myself up a little over the bed, leaning in
and kissing my mommy.  I put my hands on her cheeks and pressed my mouth
hard against hers.  Her lips were soft and full and dry, and as I ground
mine against hers, they parted slightly and I felt a bit of the wetness
hidden within.  Then I let go and whispered a husky, "Thank you!" before I
dropped back to the floor and scampered away.

At that point it wasn't even four o'clock, and I found myself exhausted and
wanting to do nothing more than go to sleep.  I slid into my bed, barely
even aware of the faint odor of urine that still clung to the sheets.  I
was still naked, but I barely even cared that my tender nipples were
rubbing so deliciously across the fabric as I rolled onto my side and
clutched at my pillow.  I felt Mommy's crusty panties against my hand as I
snuggled in deep and pulled the covers up to my chin.  I was too tired to
even pull them out and give them a little sniff.  They weren't going
anywhere, though, were they?  It would be a nice little treat to wake up
to.

A few hours later, when my daddy knocked at my door and peered into my dark
room, asking me if I wanted some of the KFC he'd brought home, it was all I
could do to moan out a tired "Not hungry!" and then roll back over and
return to sleep.  Somehow, that was enough.  He left me alone and let me
sleep for the rest of the rainy night.

Maybe my mommy had said something crafty to get me off the hook.  It was
the first time since the twins had been born that I hadn't spent at least
part of the evening holding and rocking one or both of them out in the
living room in front of the television, while Daddy played with my little
brother and gave my mommy her only few hours off.

* * *

I awoke very late the next morning to summer sunshine and birds chirping
happily outside, refreshed and once again tingling from head to toe.  I'd
kicked the covers off at some point, so I found myself nude on my back,
both arms thrown up above my head over the pillow, and my feet flung wide
apart.  Just like my mommy.  I was comfy, only a little chilly, and I
instantly thought what a good idea it would be drag out Mommy's panties for
a bit of play time.

Just as I lowered my arm to reach for the panties, though, the doorbell
rang.

Darn it!

Mommy couldn't answer a door, not with three babies always about to go
crazy.  I wondered if she just ignored it when she was home alone with
them.  Considering what I'd just about started to do, I was much more
inclined to stay put in my comfy, smelly bed.  But then the doorbell rang
again.  Babies began to bawl at the far end of the house.  I knew I had to
get up.

Throwing on Mommy's old Bad Company t-shirt, which was balled-up in a
tangle of sheets at the foot of the bed, I burst from my room and ran for
the front door.  Mommy was standing naked in the doorway to the master
bedroom, bouncing my little brother on one hips while she held one of my
twin sisters to her heavy boob.  My other sister was still back in her
swing, protesting with all her little might.

"Oh, Marlie," she exhaled.  "Thank goodness, baby!  I was just about to
yell for you to come out.  Please get that if you don't mind.  If it's for
me, just take a message, OK?"  Then she closed the door with her foot.
That did almost nothing to muffle my sister's crying, but at least my nude
mother could now have a little privacy.

Just as I put my hand on the doorknob, the bell rang again.  "How rude!" I
muttered to myself, flustered.  It was at that moment, stopping and pausing
to go up on tiptoes and peer through the peep-hole in the door, that my
stink finally caught up with me.  The t-shirt was so smelly!  I'd gotten
pee on it the night before, when I'd come and lost control on Mommy and
Daddy's carpet.  The shirt had gotten half-soaked in it while I'd scrumped
around on the floor.

Ugh!  Now I didn't want to answer the door!  Besides, I didn't even have
any panties on.  What if it was some kind of official person, like the
mailman?  Or a Jehovah's Witness?!

I squinted through the peep-hole just to make sure what I was about to deal
with, and all I could see was the top of an umbrella.  It was dark blue,
with one tattered part of it ripped away from the tip of one of the wiry
ribs.  Who in the world could be out there?

Unsure what to do, I waited, straining to see through the peep-hole.  After
a few more moments, rather than ring the bell for a fourth time, the person
began to move away.  The umbrella slowly spun about and bobbed farther away
from the door.  Then I saw who was beneath it, as first the feet, then the
strong sturdy legs, and then that unmistakeable chubby bottom wobbled into
view.

Annabeth!

I threw off the chain and flipped over the bolt and flung the door wide
open.

"Hellooooo!" I sang out, waving at my new best friend's back.

Annabeth jumped a little, startled, and froze for a moment.  I noticed that
her back, in fact, was covered in sweat.  She wore her usual long Care
Bears t-shirt, and the thin fabric was utterly plastered to her skin.  It
looked like the short walk down the road from her house to mine had just
about done her in.  As she turned to face me, frowning a little in a huffy,
impatient kind of way, I couldn't help but notice that she wore nothing
else but her flip flops.  Obviously no panties.  Very extremely obviously
no bra.  Her shirt was just as transparently stuck to her chest with sweat
as it was to her back.  Her puffy boobies, with their stiff little nipples
pulling them out even farther, captivated my attention.

She looked so sexy!

The shirt had ridden up her thighs as she'd been walking and sweating, and
apparently at some point she'd tried to pull it away from her chest for a
little breather, perhaps.  That had made a large wet fold form at the top
of her little belly – it seemed to be caught between the damp bottom
curve of her breasts and the top edge of her soft round tummy.  The end
result was that the front hem of her t-shirt was raised well above her
knees, most of the way up her strong, fat thighs, so that I could very
nearly see the bottom curve of her pussy.

Like a crazy person, I just stood there and gawped at her and kept waving,
while she cocked her head at me in annoyance and rolled her eyes.

"God," she grumbled.  "What took you so long?  It's like a million degrees
out here."

"Sorry!" I squeaked, skipping out to her and grabbing her wet arm, pulling
her toward my house.  "I was just waking up!"

At first Annabeth didn't budge, and I quickly realized I had nowhere near
the strength to make her.  So I stopped pulling and just lowered my two
hands to fold around her one.  My heart felt like it was beating so loudly,
surely she could hear it!

I pressed on her hand a little and took one small step more forward, until
my chest was almost touching hers.  Our eyes were at the same level, even
though I was over two years younger, because I was tall for my age and she
was short.  I just stared at her up close like that for a little while and
held her hand, and soon enough Annabeth's face softened.  Her annoyance and
discomfort melted away, and she smiled.

I smiled even bigger!  "Come inside and cool off!" I offered, and this time
my friend let me lead her into the house.

As she took down her umbrella and wrapped the velcro strap neatly around
its middle, I noticed Annabeth's thick curly brown hair was sticking all to
her neck on the sides and in the back.  Her short hairdo, in fact, was a
complete disaster in the humidity steaming up off the streets and sidewalk
, and she smelled like wonderful, sweaty girl.

She leaned the umbrella against the corner next to the door, and then I had
her by the hand again, leading her straight toward my bedroom.  Then I
remembered my mommy.  So I stopped Annabeth in the kitchen and held a
finger to my lips.

"Hang on," I whispered.  "I'll be right back."

I skipped lightly to Mommy's bedroom door and opened it just enough to
stick my head inside.  My little brother was jumping up and down in his
walker, bumping it over and over against the side of the bed as he stared
up at my mommy and grinned, drooling spit-up out of both corners of his
mouth.  Mommy sat up on the bed with a twin at each breast, her legs
crossed with a pillow in her lap beneath them.  She seemed to have been
waiting for me because she was alert and smiling when I my eyes met hers.

"Is it a friend of yours?" Mommy asked.

"Yes!" I said.  "Annabeth from down the street!"

Mommy nodded, "A Hodgson girl?  Well, that's really nice.  Is that who
you've been playing with so much this summer?"

I nodded and grinned, "Yup!  She's really nice!  Can she play here for a
little while today?  Is that OK?"

"Sure," Mommy said.  Both twins were more or less finished nursing, and she
carefully laid one across the pillow beneath her boobs and raised the other
to her shoulder for some light burping.

"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" my mommy asked as she gently thumped on my
sister's tiny back.  She grinned at me in a crooked little way.  I barely
noticed, though, because I was watching the milk still trickling out of
both of her swollen boobs.

I almost missed it, but in the next instant I realized what Mommy was doing
– well, I began to really, really hope I knew what my mommy was doing!
I fervently shook my head.

"Nope!  I'm really starving, too!" I grinned back.  "Can I have some
cereal?"

Mommy's grin only got bigger.  "Of course, baby!" she nodded.  Then she
raised her chin a little and looked past me.  "Why don't you find out if
Annabeth wants some, too?"

"Do what?" I asked.  Surely she didn't mean....

"You heard me," Mommy chirped happily.  "Go ask her.  Tell her we just got
some fresh new m-"

"GOT IT!" I squeaked, goosebumps suddenly rushing all over my skin and
prickling against the inside of my rumpled, smelly t-shirt.  My nipples
rapidly swelled, like they were in a race with my pussy, and soon both on
top and down low I was feeling very, very needy again.  Needing to be
touched.

I was rapidly back in the kitchen asking Annabeth about having come cereal.
She shrugged.

"Why not?" she said.  "I already ate breakfast, but that was like two hours
ago, and Juliet made eggs and stuff, you know?  I like cereal, too."

She'd climbed up on a bar stool already and was looking all around, much
more relaxed now, clearly pleased at being able to sit and enjoy the air
conditioning.  Her shirt was still stuck to her all over, but she
definitely seemed more at ease.  As a new thought occurred to me she picked
her nose and ate it, studying our family pictures stuck to the fridge.

"And I'll see if we can be nakey together here, too," I volunteered.
Annabeth jerked her head around to stare at me with wide, surprised eyes.

"My mommy doesn't really mind me doing that lately," I continued in a rush,
"so maybe she'll let us both do it together!  I'll see!"

I ran back to Mommy's room and poked my head in again.  I whispered
breathlessly before really looking, "Yes, Mommy, she wants cereal too,
and..." but then I froze for a moment, bewitched.

She had the twins swaddled and back in their swings, snoozing away.  My
little brother was now in the master bathroom, his walker about to get
stuck between the toilet and the shower stall.  His chirps and coos were
beginning to take on a more frustrated tone as he bumped and rattled back
and forth from one porcelain edge to another.

My mommy still sat upright in her bed, but now the two business ends of her
electric pump were pressed to her chest.  A clear plastic funnel was over
each breast, and her nipples were being pulled impossibly far out away from
the rest of her boobie-flesh, filling the entire neck of each funnel,
sealing it and making the vacuum work.  No wonder her nips were so huge!  I
found myself coming all the way into the room and approaching the bed,
transfixed by the sight of her nipples being pulled, released, pulled,
released... and milk spurting out of them, running down a transparent
plastic tube attached to each funnel, and dripping her yummy white juice
into a clear bottle that she held upright between her thighs, right up
against her bare, blonde-haired pussy.

For a moment my whole world was the low droning rhythm of the pump, the
squirting milk, and my mommy's pulsating, fat, delicious-looking nipples.
Then Mommy broke the spell.

"The Hodgsons are nudists, aren't they?" she murmured, trying not to
disturb the babies.  "That's why you were doing that yesterday, isn't it?
Running around in your birthday suit."

I nodded.  Gulped a little.

"So you were being a nudist at Annabeth's house, too?  Whenever you'd go
over to visit?"

I nodded again.  My mouth and throat were rapidly becoming too dry for much
real gulping.  I didn't think I could speak just then, even if she'd tried
to make me.  It felt like the blood was draining out of my head completely,
flooding in a thick pounding rush straight down to my titties and pussy,
creating a circuit of heat that was making me light-headed.  I swayed a
little as I awaited whatever my mommy was going to say next.

But she just shrugged and chuckled, shaking her head.  "You little monkey,"
she grinned.  "I bet you want to be a nudist again today, here at home with
Annabeth now, don't you?"

Nodding, nodding, nodding!

Mommy narrowed her eyes at me suddenly, though.  "What about that little
brat Johnny?  Her brother.  Don't tell me he's been naked around you –
or that you've been naked around him!"

In a flash I was leaning toward her on the bed, my palm pressed against the
mattress, as I looked up at her with begging, desperate eyes.

"No Mommy!  Not ever!"  I hissed.  "I swear!  And their daddy hasn't been
home a single time, not even once!"

My mommy relaxed after that, shrugging.  Finally, after what felt like
forever, she spoke again.

"Well, OK, I guess it's OK," she muttered.  "Just don't tell your daddy.
About any of it.  Ever.  He would not understand."

She set her jaw and looked at me with hard, serious eyes.  "And don't you
let any male – no boy, no man – see you naked.  Not until you're
grown.  You hear?  All the way grown!"

I nodded frantically, fearfully.  Tears welled up and ran down my cheeks.
I realized I was biting at my lower lip, about to really bawl.  But then
Mommy leaned toward me a little, bumped the side of her blonde-haired head
against my cheek.  As she leaned back I saw her smiling gently, and then
she shrugged and sighed.

I leaned back off the bed, wiping at my eyes, excited, still a little
uncertain.  Things seemed to have changed so much after just one rainy day!

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My stories so far on Nifty:
lesbian/young-friends/the-nudists
lesbian/urination/called-to-the-hall
lesbian/urination/alpha-annie
transgender/college/geek-girlfriend