Laura and Ace
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 1: Family Openness
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: Family Openness - Ace and his girlfriend Laura are on the way to his parents' annual month living in a nudist camp. It has all the amenities including swimming and sports, but the real attractions are after dinner, where campers meet and party together. Nobody under 18 is permitted in camp, so maximum freedom exists behind closed doors. Ace worries he won't be able to stay limp and follow the camp's public rules. But Laura has plans for regulating him.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Group Sex Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Voyeurism BBW Hairy Nudism
My girlfriend Laura followed me into the kitchen. I took a long sniff as a wonderful aroma filled the air. The oven was on, and through the glass window I could see lasagna was baking for our dinner. It must have been on a timer, because neither of my parents was home yet. I called out just to be sure.
“Mom? Dad?”
Silence.
“Sounds like we’re on our own, Ace. So ... want to fool around?”
Patiently, I reminded my girlfriend, “In all the months we’ve been together, I’ve always said yes.”
“You’re consistent. That’s good. But do we have time?” she asked.
“No, Laura, they’ll be here pretty quickly.”
I thought for a minute, then offered an absurd excuse. “Mom will be mad if I’m screwing you instead of her.”
She giggled. That made it worse. “I guess I’ll take your father while you’re busy with her. Do we go up to the master bedroom? A big bed?”
“Sure, it’s a king-size, I think.”
I made it worse when I added, “I’ll ask Mom if you can borrow her vibrator while you’re waiting for Dad.”
Idiot!
“Oh, I think that’s her car.”
Mom came bustling in carrying a sack of groceries. A long loaf of French bread stuck out of the bag.
Laura said, “Hi, Mrs. G. Did Ace tell you I was coming for dinner?”
Mom replied, “He said you’d be dining with us. Whether you come or not is his problem.”
Mom wore that grin. The one that meant I was being teased. My girlfriend added a twist, because she enjoyed my discomfort.
Laura complained, “Ace turned me down. He said you’d be mad if he didn’t perform with you first.”
Mom played along. “But I’ve told my son many times—guests always come first.”
I sat at the table, face in my hands. Mom and Laura were still cackling when Dad walked in and gave us all a puzzled look. “What did I miss?”
Mom’s synopsis didn’t help. Worse, she told him my girlfriend was expecting to have Dad while I was busy with her. Then she turned to me.
“Ace, take your hands off your face and set the table. Greg and I will be back in about thirty minutes.”
They left the kitchen with Dad’s hand on Mom’s butt. I looked away, but Laura watched them head upstairs.
“I’m sorry—that was pretty extreme,” I said.
“Shut up, Ace.” Laura jabbed her finger at me. “Listen. Parents who love each other? That’s precious. Remember, I’ve lived through the opposite of that.”
I did remember. She lived with her single father—and they struggled.
She inhaled, her eyes closing for a beat. When she looked back at me, the flirty glint in her eyes was back.
“Now ... what do we do with thirty minutes?”
I studied the ceiling.
“We’re going to set the table.”
“Oh, all right. I can wait for my dessert.” Yeah. Flirty.
I growled, “Laura...”
“You’re no fun. Fine. I’ll behave.”
“Girl, if this is you behaving, I can’t imagine what—”
She shushed me, laying her index finger across my lips. It was enough to calm me. I took our coats out to the living room. She wore long pants and a clingy tank top; she preened, enjoying how my eyes followed her chest.
I turned to set out the napkins and utensils, leaving a stack of plates at the head of the table for the lasagna. Hearing the oven click off, I opened the door and pulled out the rack so the dish could start cooling.
“This is routine for you?” Laura asked.
“Yeah, I’ve done this many times. You’re in for a treat; Mom’s lasagna is perfect.”
“She looks partly Mediterranean. Is this an old family recipe?”
“Mom’s maiden name is Cozzolino. Angelica Cozzolino.”
“Angelica? That’s kind of funny, Ace. Aren’t angels supposed to be asexual, that is, not interested in earthly passions?”
I burst out laughing. “Earthly passions? When Mom gets to heaven, she’s going to be teaching earthly passions! Watch Dad’s face when they come down.”
We spent the next ten minutes preparing the salad and slicing the bread, adding a little butter, wrapping the loaf in foil and baking it just long enough to melt the butter.
Mom and Dad appeared. Laura smirked. Dad had a faraway look. Mom licked her lips—her face still flushed. She was in a tank top like Laura’s and some nylon athletic shorts. Dad was topless and wearing some baggy swimsuit shorts. Some of his chest hair was turning gray, matching his short, mostly brown beard.
So far, Mom had avoided going gray. She hadn’t bothered with a bra. This was typical for her evenings at home.
After a few happy moans from enjoying her first bites of lasagna, my girlfriend decided it was time to ingratiate herself.
“Mrs. G., I want to ask you a personal question. My eyes tell me you were only fourteen when Ace was born, almost eighteen years ago. So, you’re thirty-two now?”
“Ace, she’s appealing to my vanity.”
I took Laura’s hand. “She can’t help it. I’ve never met someone who is as positive and supportive. Mom, I thought you were twelve, and an immaculate virgin. That’s why you had your 29th birthday party last month. Right, Dad?”
“That’s the second miracle,” Dad said. “The first is your conception; the second is that she’s had six of those 29th birthdays.”
“So, she was a virgin before she got pregnant?” I asked him.
“Yes, that’s 100% true. Actually, all women start out as virgins. Eventually, some of them get pregnant.”
Mom took the conversation in a new direction.
“While you are both here, we need to talk to you about this summer.”
“Oh no.” A cold prickle ran down my back. Mom and Dad both watched me carefully. Explaining their summer plans was going to be difficult, and I hoped they appreciated my anxiousness as I turned to my girlfriend.
Nervously, I explained to Laura that Mom and Dad had been regular visitors to a nudist park for the past several years. Because the park had a strict “no minors” policy, they fobbed me off on my conservative grandmother for the month they stayed there.
Mom broke in, “Ace, this summer is going to be different. You will be eighteen and can go to the park with us. Oh, don’t look like that—it will be fun!”
“I can’t imagine anything more unpleasant. Almost everyone there will be your age or older. Many will be a lot older. They’re all going to laugh at me.”
“Why would they laugh?” Mom asked.
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