The Nude Normal (Chapter 8) [Casual Nudity] [Family Nudity] [Exhibitionism]

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# The Nude Normal
# Chapter 8 | Parental Guidance

“Ava! Wait! I’m sorry, it’s not what it looks like!”

I scramble from my bed towards the door, my half limp cock flailing at my waist as I move across the room. I burst through the doorway into the hallway, Ava stands there with tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I look at her. “It just happened, I didn’t know how to…”

She looks deep into my eyes. “I wanted to be your first.”

“Me too, me too,” I look at her back. She puts her arms around me and I hold her.

At least, that’s what I should’ve done.

Instead, she spied me through the crack in the door. I looked at her, a stupefied deer in the head lights. She wiped the tears from her face and disappeared from view. I stayed right there in bed like the idiot I was.

I didn’t run. I didn’t go after her. I didn’t even call her name.

I just sat there and let the silence consume me.

What had I done.

I didn’t emerge from my room until dinner. I put on a t-shirt and shorts, I figured the atmosphere would already be tense enough without my exposed cock to make it worse. Ava’s door was closed as I walked down the hall.

“Hi love,” Mom welcomed me as I entered the dining room. “A bit overdressed there,” she looked at my outfit.

“I just thought after everything…” I looked at her.

“I thought something was going on,” she lowered her voice. “Ava hasn’t been herself since Beth and Sarah this morning. Is everything okay?”

“It’s, um, complicated,” I tried my best to explain without telling her the truth.

“Mm,” she made a serious noise. “She hasn’t come down since they left,” she looked up to the ceiling where Ava would be above us.

I just looked at her and swallowed.

“Hungry?” she tried to lighten the mood.

“Not really,” I responded. “Might just grab a sandwich. Take it back with me.”

“Whatever you think is best,” she looked at me with concerned eyes. I tried to smile back at her but it just felt awkward.

I made myself a sandwich and took it up to my room. I didn’t finish it all, the guilt filling my stomach instead. I spent the rest of the evening lost in my phone and passed out late into the night.

I woke the next day groggy and with a headache. I checked my phone, it was close to 1pm. My cock was limp under my sheets, but I still really needed to pee.

I rose from my bed and tried to stretch away the sleep, before I made my way down the hall to the bathroom. I passed Ava’s room on the way. Her door was open but she was not inside. I vaguely remembered her mentioning she had to go out and run some errands to prepare for her trip at some point today.

I looked around her room and felt sick. There was a pile of her dirty washing on the floor, her bed was an unmade mess. I imagined her sleeping there, me walking up to her and sliding in under the covers next to her, feeling her naked body close to mine.

After what I had done, now I didn’t know if I would ever get the chance.

I pulled myself from the room and made it to the bathroom. I stood over the toilet and held my cock as my pee began to stream into the bowl. I thought back to a couple of days ago when Ava had stroked me in this very room.

The pain rose in my chest. What if she never forgave me? What if I had just changed everything?

I finished up and washed my hands before I retraced my steps back down the hall and disappeared into the darkness of my room. I sat in my bed and unlocked my phone and got lost in the maze of my apps.

A knock on the door drew my from my haze. I looked at the time, it was somehow already past 3pm. I didn’t want to talk to whoever was on the other side of the door, unless it was Ava, and I already knew it wasn’t her.

The door opened anyway. Mom poked her head around the gap.

“Can I come in?”

I looked at her and shrugged. She pushed the door open a little more and stepped towards my bed. She was still wearing her thin summer dressing gown tied at her waist.

“What’s going on with you?” she looked at me, sympathetically. “You never stay in bed this long, it must be serious.”

“It is,” I looked at her and felt the tears forming behind my eyes.

“The thing with Ava?” she confirmed. I nodded slightly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she offered kindly.

“I wouldn’t know what to say,” I said, and it wasn’t a lie. How could I tell my Mom Sarah had let herself into my room to blow me which had upset my sister who had jerked me off just the day before. It was a lot to put into words.

“Your Father and I are here for you,” she touched my shoulder. “If you change your mind and want to talk…”

“Thank you,” I tried to smile at her.

She lent in towards me and gave me a half hug and kissed me on the head.

She released me from her grasp and looked at me then.

“How about a distraction, then?”

“What?” I didn’t follow her train of thought.

“A distraction. Take your mind of whatever is going on.” I just shrugged at her suggestion.

“I might have just the thing. After the last few weeks…” she took a look at my naked body nestled in the sheets, “I might have just the thing.”

I looked at her confused.

“Come on,” she held out her hand.
“Where are we going?” I asked her.
“Just come,” she smiled.

I took her hand and she pulled me from my bed and towards the door. She led me down the hall to her and Dad’s bedroom. My penis wobbled between my legs as I walked like a sad and withered baby carrot.

“I finally got him out of bed,” she announced to Dad, who was slouched on his bed, watching something on the television on the wall opposite. He was nude and fanning himself with a thin book. His cock was casually flopped on his thigh, flaccid, but elongated by the heat.

“The nudie nut rises,” he smiled as I entered the room, but without his usual comedic zest. The summer heat was getting to us all. “Is everything okay?” He looked at Mom, unable to muster the required emotional tact to confront me directly. Classic Dad.

“It will be,” she told him as she made her way around the bed to their shared wardrobe. “Nothing a bit of time and a good distraction won’t fix.”

“I don’t think it’s going to be that easy,” I told her as she slid open the wardrobe door.

“If this is about Ava,” Dad spoke then. “Whatever it is, she’ll come round. She won’t be mad at you forever.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” I told him, but we were both distracted by what Mom was doing in the cupboard.

“What are you doing in there?” Dad asked her as she lent deep into the back of the wardrobe. There was silence as she loudly pushed some objects around out of view. Dad just looked at me, equally intrigued and confused as to her plan. She inhaled and lifted something to her chest, turning around to face us. She was holding a brown cardboard box.

Dad’s mouth opened in shock. “What… what are you doing with that?” He asked her as she pushed the box from her chest and placed it down into the bed next to him.

“I thought it was time,” she smiled at him. “Desperate times, and all that.”

“What did you have in mind?” Dad seemed as intrigued as I was.

“Just the magazines,” she reassured him. “I thought he might find them… useful.”

The magazines? I had no idea what was in the box, and that comment just made me even more puzzled.

She put her fingers around the edges of the lid and pulled it off the top. I couldn’t see what was inside from my side of the bed. She looked at me and smiled, gesturing me to join her on the opposite side of the room.

I peered over the top of the box as I took up my position next to her. My heart jumped in my chest as I made sense of the contents.

Piled below the cardboard rim, a stack of magazines. In big red letters at the top of the first on the stack, the word *PLAYBOY*.

She picked up the top magazine and held it out to me. There was a woman wearing a barely there bikini, sitting on her knees, legs slightly spread on the shoreline at the beach. My cock stirred at the image.

I took it from her hand and fanned through the pages. It was exquisite. Faded pages covered in blocks of text organised around photographs of women, all in various states of undress. There was an interview with Bette Davis, a pictorial spread of a blonde woman in a tight black corset and bunny ears, and a centre spread of an older woman, completely nude, her heavy breasts hanging on either side of the centre seam and vagina slightly visible beneath her thick black bush.

“Oh my god,” I said quietly as I tried to take it all in. This was nothing like the things I had seen on the internet before. Even though it wasn’t moving like the videos I would watch, there was something more real, more authentic about the whole thing. It was like looking into a time capsule of nude, arousing women, my guess from the 1970s or 80s. My cock began to rise at my waist as I turned the pages.

“Looks like he likes it,” Dad said with a hint of humour from his position watching me.

I made it to the end of the pages. The headline of the last page read *Improve your love making with these expert tips.* Underneath were small blocks of text, each containing one of the tips from the expert, situated around a photograph of a woman and a man, looking like they were about to put the tips to good use. I looked over the woman, she was smaller than the man and didn’t look unlike Ava. For a moment my mind replaced her with Ava’s nude body, about to be fucked by the muscly bronzed man to her side. My cock reached its full capacity. I placed the open magazine down on the bed, I didn’t want to have any accidents.

Mom lifted the rest of the stack from the box, there were about a dozen in all. She placed them on the bed next to the open one.

“There you go, they’re yours to, well, do what you wish.” Mom looked at me. Her eyes focussed towards my cock. I glimpsed what was left in the box out of the corner of my eye.

“What is *that*?” escaped my lips. Mom’s eyes darted from my body back to the box.
“Oh, um…” she awkwardly slid the box back towards her. I could still see the object. It was long and white, with a big rubber half ball on the end.

Dad narrowed his eyes at her. “What else is in there?” he asked her. She didn’t give anything anyway with her face.

“It’s the…” she tried to get him to understand without saying the word.

“The what?” he looked at her blankly.

“You know, the…” she tried again. He just shook his head.

She reached into the box and revealed the top of the device.

“Oh…” Dad finally understood. “Haven’t seen that for a while. Used to have some fun times with that thing,” he smiled.

Mom looked at me, expecting I knew what was going on by now. I did not.

“What is that?” I asked her.

“It’s a vibrator.” Mom couldn’t take it anymore. “My vibrator, specifically.”

“Ohhh,” I said as the puzzle pieces fell into place. “I’ve never seen one, at least not like that.”

She pulled the rest of it from the box and held it in her hands. Dad smiled, recollecting the memories he mentioned. “It’s so…” I said to the device itself. Mom watched me studying it intently, before she passed it over to me.

“Here,” she smiled, an unsure look on her face. “It doesn’t bite.”

I took it from her hands. It was hard and cold. It felt strange holding something that my mother had used for sexual gratification. This object in my hands had probably given her an orgasm, more than one. I imagined it in her own hands pushed up to her clit.

As I pondered this thought the vibrator came to life in my hands. Mom had plugged it into the outlet and clearly the power button had been left on. It shook my hands and tingled my skin.

“Woah,” I said, startled, as the device massaged my palms.

“Woah indeed,” Mom laughed.

I looked at her standing there in her loose dressingown. The moment was starting to overcome me. My cock twitched slightly, still fully hard.

Mom bent down and pulled the cable from the outlet. As she stood, her dressinggown came undone at the front, revealing a long slit of her skin, from her neck to her crotch. She did nothing to cover it back up. She took the vibrator and held it in her hands, losing herself to her memories for a moment.

“Anyway,” she brought herself back to the present. “Now you know,” she smiled at me. “Enjoy the magazines,” she winked at me.

“I can take them?” I looked at her.
“Be our guest,” she reassured me. “Just take good care of them.”

I looked down to the stack and picked up the still open one. I looked at the image on the page. Ava’s lookalike and the hunk. *Improve your love making with these expert tips.*

“What’s it like?” I said then before I realised I had.
Mom looked at me. “What’s that, love?”
I showed her the open article. “Making love,” I told her.

“Oh,” Mom said as she understood the question. “Well,” she looked at Dad. “It’s one of the most beautiful things you can share with someone.” I felt warm inside as she spoke. “From finding someone you’d like to make love with, to the foreplay, and then the intercourse itself leading to orgasm,” she looked at Dad, “well, it’s just magical.”

It felt strange to hear her speak so professionally about the act, using words like intercourse and orgasm. It was also strange to imagine her as a sexual being. I know I had seen it for myself first hand in the pool that night, but it was still a concept I hadn’t gotten used to yet.

Her eyes moved from Dad back to myself and she took a step towards me. “You’ll experience it one day.” She placed her hand on my shoulder. “You’re going to make someone very lucky.”

“You’re telling me,” Dad winked at both of us, referencing my erection. I couldn’t help but notice he was also partially erect, probably after Mom’s little speech.

“I didn’t mean because of *that*,” Mom corrected him. She couldn’t help but look at my cock then. “But well, yes. That too.”

I looked down at it too. It was almost vertical, my foreskin was fully retracted, and it was pointing towards the sky in excitement, begging for me to touch it.

“Speaking of orgasms,” I said boldly, “I should probably put these magazines to good use.” I had to get myself out of there or I was sure I was going to have an accident.

Mom smiled at me. “Yes. Well, that was what I had in mind. To take your mind off things.”

I thought about Ava then. Despite my arousal, the guilt still remained in my chest. I tried to swallow it down but it couldn’t help but show on my face. I looked at her, scared of the situation I had put Ava and I in. And just like Mom always could, she read me like a book.

“We know what’s going on with you two,” she said then. I looked at her in shock, my heart pounding hard in my chest, now not only because of my urge to orgasm.

“What do you mean?” I asked her quietly, unsure if she meant *that*.

“The sneaking around, the way you look at each other. We know there’s *something* going on.”

“I… I can explain, I…” I stammered, knowing Mom and Dad now knew our secret.

“Oh, love,” her first changed sympathetically then. “I’m not bringing it up because you’re in trouble. No, not at all.”

A sudden relief came over me, it was like all of my emotions of the last couple of days rushed to the surface at once. I felt my face go hot and tears well behind my eyes.

“It doesn’t matter,” I looked at her, the upset undeniable on my face. “I’ve messed it up. I don’t think she’s ever going to speak to me again.”

“Oh, love,” Mom looked at me, matching my sadness. “I’m sure she’ll come around. In fact I know she will.”

“Ava’s a good girl,” Dad scooted his way to the edge of the bed and sat in the middle of our standing bodies. “She knows you would never have hurt her on purpose. She’ll forgive you.”

Mom nodded. “Sibling relationships can be complicated things. Yours even more so.”

I looked at her as the tears began to fall from my eyes. She stepped towards me and wrapped her arms around me. I was still erect and my penis was pushed up against the skin on her stomach visible through her open dressing gown.

I tried to calm my breathing while she held me so I didn’t become a complete blubbering and embarrassing mess.

Mom released me and took a step backwards. I was embarrassed to be so emotional in front of my parents, especially about something that was my own fault. But, like the parents they were, they didn’t judge me, or make me feel uncomfortable. I knew they wanted the best for me and Ava. I hoped what they said about Ava coming around would turn out to be true.

My cock had slightly shrunken but still had plenty of life in it. I just wanted to take the magazines and go and jerk my misery away.

“Thank you,” I looked at them both. “For being there for me. Always.”

Mom smiled at me. “Of course, honey.” Dad put his hand on my back sitting behind me. It was strange to be so emotionally vulnerable with them while Dad was nude and Mom almost was too.

“I think I’m just going to go and *distract myself*.” I looked at my hard cock, and then across to the magazines.

“That’s my boy,” Dad quipped, trying to bring some light to the situation.

Mom stayed silent. It looked like she was deep in thought.

She looked at me then. “Why don’t you sit.”

“Wha..?” I looked at her not understanding.

“Take a seat,” she told me. “If you want a distraction, I might have just the thing.”

I looked at her confused, but sat down next to Dad on the side of the bed. I looked at him while Mom fumbled around, hoping he would know what she was up to. He just shrugged his bare shoulders.

Mom bent over and there was a click. She returned upright and turned to face me, holding her vibrator in hand.

My penis returned to full mast as the idea washed over me. “Here,” she smiled at me. “Why don’t you see what it’s like.”

She flicked the switch on the device and it started to buzz in her hands. I watched in anticipation as she reached out her arms and passed it to me.

I grasped it from her hands and immediately brought it to my crotch. My body tingled as much as the device as I held it millimetres from my aching cock. I inched my hand forward and it finally made contact with my skin. The vibrations shot through me instantly, it felt like I had just hooked my cock up straight to the power outlet. It felt nothing less than incredible.

Mom smiled as I got used to the feeling, becoming more brave and holding it against my cock for longer lengths of time. Dad also watched intently from my side, his own penis rising in the anticipation of my hopeful orgasm.

I rubbed the rubber end of the device up and down my shaft. It was a strange sensation, not physically rubbing my foreskin up and down like I usually would, but instead letting the sensation of the vibrations stimulate me enough to achieve an orgasm.

Mom smiled humoursouly at my technique. She reached out her hand, then stopped herself. “If you focus it on the the head, I find that’s the best way,” she spoke above the noise of the machine.
“I can vouch for that,” Dad joked next to me.

I moved the head up to my own and held it against my extra sensitive skin. She was right, it was even more stimulating than holding it against my shaft.

Mom knelt down beside me then. “On the under side as well. The most sensitive area.”

I manoeuvred the vibrator and held it against the underside of my head and instantly jolted back in my seat. It was the most powerful feeling my penis had ever felt. Dad put his hand on my back once more to steady me and Mom laughed.

“It’s quite powerful, yeah,” she smiled. “Here.”

This time she couldn’t help herself and took the vibrator from my hand as I got comfy back on the edge of the bed. She looked at me, then at my cock. With her free hand she loosely grasped my penis, then with the other, held the vibrator up against the underside of my head.

“Oh fuck,” I quietly let out as the sensation took me over, a combination of the vibrator, and my Mom’s touch on my penis. I could feel an orgasm rise within me at once, this feeling was far too powerful to keep at bay. And I didn’t want to, I was ready to forget my life and get lost in the feeling of ecstasy.

As Mom worked on my cock, the long and flowy sleeves from her dressing gown kept getting in between the tip of the vibrator and my penis. She paused after it had interrupted her flow one too many times. She shimmied the dressing gown off her arms and she let it fall to the floor at her feet. I looked at her bare breasts just inches from me, her vagina revealed between her squatted legs. She returned the vibrator to my penis, now holding my cock tight in her palm.

I caught glimpse of Dad’s hard cock pointing up at him from his position next to me. “Can I be next in line?” He asked Mom, a slight joke in his voice, but I could tell he had been inspired by my experience.

“I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” she looked at him then back to me.

I nodded at her. I couldn’t sit still in my seat and my cock was ready to explode. “I wanna cum,” I looked into her eyes.

She smiled and nodded slightly. “Whenever you’re ready. Just let it go.”

She squeezed my cock now, and pushed the device right into the head. All the muscles in my body tensed, my toes dug into the carpet at my feet, my balls prepared their load.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her face and breasts as my breathing intensified. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I whimpered as my orgasm finally reared its head.

“Ahhhhhh,” I let out as I felt the semen rise through my shaft and out to the world. I watched as I began to squirt it up into the air like a volcano, Mom and the vibrator relentless even during my climax. I continued to moan, unlike I ever had before, thanks to the power of the continuing vibrations. I must have shot 6 or 7 times, my sticky mess falling down onto my thighs, the vibrator and Mom’s hand. Some wayward drops had also found their way to Mom’s chest.

I let out one final moan as my orgasm subsided and left me feeling more relieved than I think I ever had in my life. I looked at Mom who was full with joy at what she had just witnessed.
“Told you it was powerful,” she laughed slightly, turning off the machine.

The sudden silence brought with it a slight feeling of embarrassment, but I was mostly pleased and warm that I had been able to share this moment with both my parents. I exhaled and fell backwards on the bed, my drained cock still sticking up at an awkward angle from my waist.

“He’s exhausted,” Dad laughed, and I couldn’t help but let out a laugh in agreement.
“My turn,” I heard him say cheekily to Mom.

I turned my head and spied the magazine still open to my side. Ava sat there on the page, naked and smiling at me.

I had to talk to her.

I had to make things right.

**Chapter 9: Coming Together, Coming Soon**

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