Valentine Presents ©2015 Literocat

[This story spans several categories - Exhib, Loving Wives, Group, anal, first time and thanks to my muse Lois even incest. Nothing like incest on Valentine's Day!]

Valentine Day evening =============

I left my bedroom and headed for the four unsuspecting men in my family room. Hmm, what an appropriate room name considering what I expected to happen shortly! Dressed in only two long, gold and red ribbons and the large bows they formed, I slowly high pranced my way down the hall and imagined how much my bare ass shifted, wiggled and bounced. Holding the small gift in its treasure chest before me swelled my boobs together and nearly out of the ribbons. The other women stuck only their heads out of my bedroom and watched my saunter.

Three weeks ago --

"What do you say, girls? Can you handle this? We can turn this Valentine's day upside down and sultry; take control and shock our men for a change. My son will still be away at college, so we can gather in my house. Don't chicken out; I'm counting on both of you to fulfill their fantasies, ... and mine! We're all above average in looks, curves and especially our jogging-toned legs so I'm counting on our husbands being willing victims. Bring your latest HIV panel."

There was no doubt that all of our men lusted for each of us, yet none had acted on their fantasies. I looked forward to changing that. "I intended to stage this show on 12/24 so the extraneous gifts I special ordered are better suited to then. They didn't arrive on time, yet they will not go to waste on Valentine's Day." Mel becomes an 'eager beaver' with just a few drinks in her. I looked knowingly at Betty, the shy one. I knew she wanted my husband, but was too horrified to confront that desire. What I didn't know would surprise me too.

Valentine's early evening: --

Our son arrived for a surprise visit this afternoon so I debated changing my plans for my husband's Valentine's Day gift. Then I daringly decided to include our offspring if he didn't run off with his own friends. He didn't. Even his girlfriend was away until tomorrow.

Two couples, recent friends, arrived early for dinner. Al, Davy, our son, and I took their coats and greeted them all decked out, though casually, for the holiday. All the men were in light, colorful sweaters with red highlights and were totally oblivious. I wore a gold blouse, unbuttoned to below my nipples and topped with an open, light, red, leather vest with gold accents. My short, gold, flared skirt with a red and white hem already teased the eye and would let me be slutty beyond flirty. What was under it would remain my secret for a while longer.

Melinda was in a green and red, low cut, strapless, mid thigh, flared dress with chiffon petit coats that teased by exposing all of her shapely legs with any movement and threatened to slide off her big tits encased in her semi exposed frilly red bra. Betty, our sheepish friend, was much more conservative. Her brown and white pencil skirt with a modest side slit almost reached her knees with a narrow, conciliatory, red leather belt. Her white silk top fluttered between shapelessly ballooning and clinging to the top curves of her full C-cups. I stared a moment at what looked like darker circles against the blouse. Could she really be braless for a change?

After hugs and kisses all around, even shared with Davy, I reached out and, as everyone watched, brazenly opened two more buttons on Betty's top before hooking and pulling it away from her chest. She covered her mouth as I looked inside her top and saw her nude, seamless bra, I smiled at her. "I almost thought you were braless by the obvious circles tipping your pretty tits!" She and Davy gasped, her husband shrugged indifferently, yet smiled broadly.

She looked around frantically then grabbed my shirt and yanked the top button open and pulled hard. That let most of my tiny tit and a bit of nip slip into view for all. I didn't cover up and she responded harshly, "Braless as usual. I know you wish you had tits like mine or Mel's!"

Mel protectively clutched her top to her chest and I teased, "Maybe we can compare them all later!"

"Let's get inside, Gail, before we give too many neighbors a full show or scare Davy with his mom's exposed tits." She didn't know that I'd been flashing my tits to my nineteen-year-old year son for at least a year. I even let him catch me nude and toweling off after a shower, but never acknowledged it.

I flashed back to the last time I saw him naked. I was bathing him when he was eleven. He stood as the tub drained and I rubbed him dry. When he lifted a leg to the tub edge, I couldn't keep pretending I didn't SEE anything. His four-inch pencil dick was stiff, very hard and swinging as I rubbed him down. When I rubbed his inseam, across his three pubic hairs and around his acorn sized balls, his stiffy got surprisingly hard in my touch. That was the last time he let me bathe him. Maybe tonight... ?

Davy was extra helpful thru dinner, leaping up to serve all the ladies, keeping our wine glasses full for some reason and slyly looking down all our blouses. Even Betty seemed to be getting wound up and bacchic; she let her skirt climb a few inches up her pretty thighs and allowed the slit to fall away and expose more bare skin to my dazzled son and husband.

After our flirty Valentine's Day dinner, we took our drinks to the family room and left our inhibitions behind. Our men sat opposite us ladies and we continued teasing our men and especially my son with more and more bared thighs and shimmying tits. I drew my fair share of stares by allowing my legs to part and my loose top to fall away to casually expose one bare titty and stiff nipple. Davy subtly rubbed and covered his tented pants.

We reconsidered our plan to go out since that would tame our buzz and probably reset our teasing. I figured we'd already broken two commandments and hoped to break at least two more. Al suddenly cried out, "Jez, woman, either close your legs or take your dress off, Betty, you're scaring our poor, impressionable child for life with your gorgeous gams!" That's one more commandment! Poor Betty.

"Don't sweat it dad. I can handle beautiful scenery." That's my boy! Betty slammed her knees together, but as she reached for her drink, she let them fall and stay apart while smirking at my men. Atta girl!

"Well, boys, I know we said not to exchange Valentine's Day gifts this year, but I decided to turn the tables and get all of you a gift. We chose something very personal. You may choose to reciprocate, if you insist." I smiled coyly. "Since midnight draws near, I think we should get our gifts ready for you. Ladies, please join me in my bedroom." They didn't know if they could actually do what I had planned so they were hesitant to follow me. I made a point of deliberately staring at each of the sizeable bulges in all four pants.

I left the door open so I could hear the men speculate on what we were doing. "OK, ladies. I wanted to do a riff on the three wise men and the gifts they brought to the manger. WE are now the three wise woMEN bringing those gifts on Valentine's Day. Melinda, you are now Melchoir; Betty, you are Balthasar and my G name makes me Gaspar. I'm bringing GOLD (ribbons and a coin); Mel's myrrh has a green tint, so you get green ribbons; Betty, you get the slightly red tinged frankincense and red ribbons. They're all under the bed." I checked our HIV tests and declared all clear.

Mel pulled the spools from the box and questioned, then guessed correctly, that we'd be wrapping ourselves in them. But she missed the key point. "Yes, ladies. Now that we got ALL our men horny, we will drive them nutty and break the coveting and adultery commandments again. These four-inch-wide ribbons ARE our costumes and the wrapping for our gifts. Follow my lead with the ribbons. Now, everyone strip - completely!" I quickly tossed my vest and top on the bed and enjoyed their shocked stares at my hard nipples.

"You really want us NAKED? I don't think..."

"Right, Betty. Don't think, just strip. Mel's already naked. Great tits girl, and now," I dropped my skirt revealing that I had been flashing her husband my naked pussy. " ... so am I. Keep the spikes on. Mel, would you help Betty with her skirt while I get her blouse and bra off?" She resisted, but let me remove her blouse as her skirt dropped. I stared at the sheerly enclosed mammaries and lightly pet them.

"I love the smoothness of these seamless cups and the firmness of your beautiful tits." I scrapped across the obvious, hard nipples under the bra. "I'm almost tempted to let you keep this on. Yet, it's gone!"

I unsnapped and tugged the soft bra down her arms as Mel pulled her green panty over her shapely ass and off. Betty blushed crimson. Her bush was untamed, yet I thought that might help my plan. I showed her my bald labia and trimmed nest. Mel's bush was wiry and sparse with hairy labia.

"Mel, we'll do you first. Let's try putting a twist in this. Hold the twist beneath these massive tits as I wrap it around your back, loop it over one tit and over the twist. Hold that so I can twist the other end around the rear 'strap', over a shoulder and finally mate the two ends into a large bow. Like this! We'll have to shift the whole thing down to briefly keep your thick nipples covered. Let's do the bottom the same way, but I want some of these sultry pubes to show." I ran thru her pelt.

After making a smaller bow to partially cover her mons, I pulled it up at the sides and down in front to expose her nest. Not liking the flat look of the ribbon up her ass, I undid it, put several twists in it and slipped it into her rear raphe. The front was also too wide, so I continued the twists between her labia, over the waist and finally tied the bow. That was what I wanted - her ass fully exposed, her labia playing peek-a-boo with the bow and her nipples mostly hidden. We downed our wine and refilled the glasses for renewed liquid courage.

Betty stuttered, "You want us to prance near naked for ALL our men and your son? Really? I suppose you want them to unwrap us too?"

"Yes, that's the plan, as you know and agreed to. But they will NOT be unwrapping their own wife. My contrary Valentine's Day gift, I hoped, would be a romantic orgy." Several minutes and two more drinks later, we finished Betty's and my wrappings. Betty's fur peeked above and around the ribbons.

"OK, ladies. NOW the real fun starts. Let's bring them their gifts before we chicken out. The treasure chests are in the bottom drawer, there. Don't let them unwrap you until we are all there. Whoever accepts our treasure will be our initial paramour. When we enter, let's use the high-stepping equine prance that Summer Glau used in the Terminator TV series. That's very confident, defiant and sexy."

I left my bedroom and headed for the four unsuspecting men in my family room. Hmm, what an appropriate room name considering what I expected to happen shortly! Dressed in only two long, gold and red ribbons and the large bows they formed, I slowly high pranced my way down the hall and imagined how much my bare ass shifted, wiggled and bounced. Holding the small gift in its treasure chest before me swelled my tiny boobs together and nearly pushed them over the ribbons. The other women stuck only their heads out of my bedroom and watched my saunter.

All conversation stopped when I entered the room. I struck a model pose, hand on hip, hip back and to one side, one leg bent slightly in front of my son for a minute, twirled slowly for him, then continued my shameless promenade knowing he too was watching my bare ass shake. After I heard him gasp, I toured the room near each tormented cock and extended then pulled my treasure away.

As I worked my way around the small table between the sofas, I bumped my hips toward my son and his twitching slacks, sure that the ribbon was exposing at least part of my swollen, wet vulva.

When I bent slightly and dragged my finger under Betty's husband, Barry's, chin, he slipped his hand up my thigh until he bumped my swelling labia. "Eh, eh, eh" I warned, waving my finger back and forth as I walked past Davy's dad.

"Guys, we are presenting you all with our presents and encourage you to unwrap your gifts after we are all assembled." As I rounded the table, Al pet my bare ass and enjoyed watching his friends ogle my tits and peeking pussy. I shimmied past Mel's guy, Mark, and felt his hand on my ass until I stopped back at Betty's Barry.

I turned toward him as he rested his hand on my thigh and made it wrap around and touch my pussy. He pulled away in surprise at my wetness and looked at me. I offered my treasure chest and he accepted. My smile and nod told him to return his hand to my dampening labia. Betty will be livid.

The girls had just two choices left, but if Betty chose Al, Mel would be stuck with her own husband. Betty was a little annoyed with her speedy husband's intimate contact with my intimates. She watched him pull the twisted ribbon out of my twat. The friction nearly got me off early! As he let his fingers find their way inside me, Betty started her walk. She gained confidence as she strutted her shy self down the hall.

She paused with her bare ass just inches from Davy's face. His confidence grew and allowed him to pet her naked ass and stray between her inviting, spread legs. As though propelled by his gentle contact, she lurched forward, but didn't escape my husband's touch between her legs. He exposed her pussy to her husband and smiled at him as Barry twisted his fingers inside me.

She shook her bare ass at him as she passed by and stopped before Mel's husband. He started untying her lower bow and rubbed his swelling pants. She slapped his hand away. "NOT yet." She extended her treasure to him while staring down her husband. Mark accepted.

Not wanting to wait too long, Mel quickly started her slutty walk. Her big tits made her upper bow move several inches as she pranced. Of course Davy was enchanted, but both men with fingers already inside wet pussies also gawked. Being a little heavier than us, Mel jiggled nicely all over. Once again, Davy was close enough to a bare and pretty ass to touch it and the warm pussy beneath it.

Al accepted Mel's treasure. "OK boys. We have now presented you your presents; Davy, you can share all our gifts with the other men. Now you can begin unwrapping your gifts, ONE at a time. As many children do, you may enjoy playing with the box more than the rest of your gift." I winked salaciously.

Betty's husband, Barry, began untying my box and allowing his fingers to run along my bush and split my lips. "Thanks for the sneak preview all night long." he acknowledged lustfully. I felt other hands on my waist; they dropped to my ass. They squeezed tenderly, tentatively before slipping between my firm cheeks. They wrapped around each cheek and gently pulled them apart. I looked over my shoulder and, as expected, it was my son Davy exploring my rear, rubbing my rosebud.

"Oh, mom. I had no idea you were so soft and smooth, so sexy and firm. If only... " He gasped, dropped to his knees as he kissed my back and small ass. My gold, box ribbon fell away and Davy's fingers beat Barry's into my soaked cunt. I leaned forward to let Barry release my tits. "Mom! You have no hair on your, ahh, lips! Is that normal?" I turned his head toward Betty and told him THAT was normal if we don't shave or wax. Mel's wiry fur was also untrimmed.

Davy began stroking my labia, spreading them and artlessly, abruptly thrusting inside me. "So THIS is where I came from. Mmm, so nice to visit home again. It's so dense, smooth yet textured inside you. I feel your muscles squeezing my slippery fingers inside you and I wonder what my cock will feel like inside my pink home." I groaned loudly at the thought!

"Oh honey, it's too bad you didn't bring your girlfriend with you. You'll have to settle for your old mom and her old hens tonight. Would you like lessons while you fuck mommy and my sexy friends?"

"Mom, I haven't fucked her or anyone yet. I'd love for you to teach us and hope your hot friends can help!"

Barry joined Davy inside my cunt and Davy slid out to crudely explore and penetrate my ass. "Ohh, son! That feels so good too. Be sure to rub the outside, the puckered part, since that is where the nerves are. Yes!" I bent sharply over Barry, offering him my tiny tits as I offered my son my cunt and ass. That is SO wrong and feels so wild.