A month after our committing, Sue decided it was OK to meet her parents. She arranged our trip from California to Virginia so we’d be there for Mother’s Day. “You’ll like mom, Al. She’s open minded and liberal, much like you.”

When her mom picked us up at the airport, I couldn’t help noticing that she was not only just forty, she was a young and slim forty with great curves — even better than Sue’s. Her flirty dress was clingy on top, tailored at her slim waist and around her firm and flexible butt, yet conservatively ended across her knees. When Bea ran and hugged Sue, the dress billowed and showed off her shapely thighs. I was hard, I mean, it was hard to remember she was my future mom-in-law. Sue was right, I did like what I saw and I tried not to show it.

From the back seat of Bea’s car, I had a great view down sexy Bea’s low cut top to one soft nipple and most of a shapely thigh exposed by the breezes. As usual, Sue’s tiny, braless tits fluttered in and out of view in her button down top. She’d made a spectacle of them on the plane by ‘accidentally’ bending in front of a young guy until he stared at them and she stared at his swelling bulge. When I looked in the car mirror, Bea winked at me. I later checked with Sue if this was her typical flirty self. “How would I know? I never bring boyfriends home. Maybe this is why?”

Bea smiled at us all day. “My husband is away in D.C. for the week, but you’ll meet him before you leave. I’ve never seen my daughter so clingy. She’s all over you and you her. It’s great to see.” We chatted for hours and I got to know and like Bea and mostly ignored my attraction to her. We even got to tell naughty jokes and some suggestive stories. She asked if Sue traveled with her shirt open and her nipples exposed like that. Sue claimed innocence. Much later, Sue suggested we hit the hay. Bea offered us separate rooms, but Sue insisted we share her old room and its one Full size bed. Bea readily accepted that and went to her room.

At eight a.m. Bea walked into ‘our’ room, then knocked. “Are you kids going to sleep all day? I’ve been up since six.” I reminded her that is was only five in California and we were still on that clock. Sue and I were naked under a single sheet, so my morning wood was obvious. With all the flirting, winking, and Sue’s assurance of how liberal her mom was, I didn’t try to hide it, but it did begin to shrink in fear. Until Bea kept staring at it. Sue pulled the sheet over her small, bare tits, but I left it across my ribs leaving my hairy chest exposed.

Bea smiled, “I see you kids have been awake a while too.” The room unmistakably smelled of recent sex since we’d heard her get up and prep the kitchen. I smiled back, hands behind my head. As Bea stared then sighed, my wood came back and pushed the sheet up. Instead of leaving, Bea asked rhetorically, “Are you naked under there?” as she pointed directly at my cock. Sue pushed it down, then let it spring back up. They laughed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I dared her. Her mouth dropped a bit and she stood silently considering it. After a moment, she stepped closer and grabbed the sheet. As she slowly began teasing and pulling it down, I teased back, “There’s a price to finding out. Are you willing to pay it?”

She snapped the sheet off us and Sue exclaimed, “Mom! What are you doing?” Now Bea knew we were both naked. Sue’s leg was over mine and she slid it up to hide my stiff pole. There was no hiding it, so she rolled onto her back and fully exposed herself. “Happy now, mom. Have you ever seen an uncut cock before? Have you felt how soft the bishop is or how special it tastes?”

“Yes, I have, dear, to all those questions. It’s been a long while, but always a pleasure. Are you offering me something?” My cock throbbed under Bea’s intense stare. Sue moved her hands to her side leaving her hardening nipples and thin bush exposed.

“Bea, you are now overdressed. Would you kindly match us?” Her eyes widened. She looked at me then Sue. She was wearing a translucent house dress so her dark, demi bra and panties were clearly obvious. Staring from Sue’s pussy to my cock, she wordlessly shrugged off the dress. I was right about the curves and her beautiful body.

“Your daughter has an extreme misconception that her pussy is disgusting and her tits ugly. Is that what you see? Why would she believe that?” She explained that she thought that came from her birth dad. They all stayed naked all day, every day, and her dad told her that both their pussies were ugly, like all pussies. Why would he do that?