Three Generations of Tits

Maybe, I'd even throw Grandma Patricia a bang, too. She doesn't have a bad body for an old broad and she has a nice rack, too. I betcha she has a bushy bush beneath that bikini bottom, too. Matter of fact, now that I look more closely at Grandma and her body, she looks a bit like that actress Helen Mirren, the one who played Queen Elizabeth in the movie, The Queen, and who has had her photos recently plastered all over the Internet while wearing a bikini.

Helen Mirren has a great body for an old broad. I'd throw her a bang, too, if I could. This dream that I'm hoping to have later is going to be loaded with a cast of characters, Ellen, Christine, Grandma Patricia, and now Helen Mirren. If only I could include Cynthia in my dream, too, that would really make my dream special. Only, with that body, I think Cynthia is deserving of a dream all her own.

I was up late the night before and up early this morning packing my bags. It had been a long flight and I had jet lag. I didn't want to lie out in the sun and burn, so I retired to my room, which serendipitously overlooked the pool. Besides I was eager to jerk off while thinking about Ellen in that tiny bikini. At first, with all the imagined noise, I thought that a room overlooking the pool was a curse, but it was a blessing.

My room was a bit warm, so I stripped off my clothes. It felt good being naked in Ellen's house. I imagined her barging in the room to get something from out of the closet and staring at my nakedness, which I'd make a feigned and feeble attempt to cover with by holding a single finger horizontally in front of my penis.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed," I imagined myself saying. "Please don't look at my exposed cock, which is quickly becoming stiff by your stare."

"I'm so sorry," I imagined her saying while continuing to stare at my cock. "It's so big."

Hey, if you're going to imagine your girlfriend's sexy daughter barging in the guest room while you are naked, you may as imagine you have a big cock, too. Then, I imagined playing a childish game with her.

"Well, since you've seen my cock," I imagined saying and removing my finger from concealing my huge cock from her eyes. "It's only fair that you should show me your body."

"Certainly not," I imagined her replying and folding her arms across her chest. "I'm not getting naked in front of my Mother's boyfriend."

"Just show me your tits, then, Ellen. Let me see your tits and we'll call it even."

"My tits?" She looked around the room, as if looking to see if someone was there, before looking at the closed bedroom door, walking over to it, and locking it. "Gees, I don't know."

"C'mon, it's only tits. Surely, you must have shown those tits to lots of guys. Why not me?"

"Well, okay. You're right. Lots of guys have seen, felt, and sucked on my tits," I imagined her agreeing. "But you can't tell anyone that I showed you my tits."

"I won't tell a soul," I said crossing my fingers behind my back. I couldn't wait to tell all my friends that I saw the tits of Laura's daughter, Ellen.

I imagined her reaching around behind her and untying her top before allowing it to fall. I couldn't help but touch myself while I reached out to feel her breast, first one and then the other.

"No, Paul," I imagined her saying while looking down at my hand feeling the weight of her tits before caressing them, as my finger ran across her nipple making it erect. "We shouldn't be doing this. You're my mother's boyfriend. It's so wrong."

Only, she didn't stop me. Matter of fact, she seemed to enjoy me touching her tits and fingering her nipples. I leaned down and sucked them, first one and then the other.

My cock was now so stiff and sticking so straight out that it was bumping against her soft belly, while my hands fondled and caressed her magnificent tits.

"No one will know," I imagined saying, as I put a hand to her shoulder for her to assume the preferred position and gently pushed her down to her knees.

I imagined her first taking my cock in her hand while looking up at me with those big, brown eyes. I imagined her staring at my big prick while she slowly stroked it. She was making it bigger and harder with her stare and with her hand. Then, when she took my cock in her mouth, when she closed her eyes and wrapped her tongue around my erection while gently stroking me, and when I looked down and saw her lips around the girth of my cock, I imagined putting a hand behind her head and humping her pretty mouth while reaching down to fondle her nipples.

If I wasn't horny before, I was making myself horny now by imagining Laura's daughter blowing me. While thinking about Ellen sucking me off, I started fondling my cock, until I had a semi-erection. It felt good to touch myself while thinking about my girlfriend's topless daughter sucking my prick.

I didn't want to put on the air conditioning, yet. After being in air conditioning on the plane, on the taxi ride here, and in their house, I figured I'd be tired of air conditioning by the time I left California for home. I yawned and walked to the window to look out at the progression of the party before climbing in bed to take my nap. It felt wicked to be standing naked while watching the bodies of the bikini clad women in the backyard. If only they knew I was touching myself while watching them. If only they knew I was hot and horny for their nearly naked bodies.

I couldn't believe my eyes when Ellen walked by my partially opened window as she was undoing her bikini top. At first I thought she was retying the knot, but in one swift motion, she removed her bra to expose her perfect breasts. She was topless and her tits were right there not six feet from my window. I could practically reach out and touch them, had my window been open. I couldn't believe that my girlfriend's 24-year-old daughter was parading around topless in full view of everyone. Is this what they do in California?

Her boyfriend, Tom, walked up to her and pushed her forward. He was fooling around feeling her tits and humping her. Her tits were pressed, literally squished, against my bedroom window. I wanted to take a step forward, lift the blind, and suck her nipples through the glass. Instead, I took a step back and watched them play while slowing stroking my cock. In the way the blinds were tilted, they couldn't see me, but I could see them.

In a way, I wished Ellen could see my stroking my cock at the sight of her boyfriend fondling her tits. Would she watch me masturbate or would she be offended and tell everyone, her boyfriend and my girlfriend that I was jerking off over her being topless?

I watched his hands feel her tits, as he continued humping her ass through their bathing suits. I watched him finger her nipples and I watched her reach her hand back and stick it down the front of his bathing suit. I'd give anything to be Tom right now and to feel Ellen's hand around my cock, while I was feeling her tits and fingering her nipples.

"Get a room," someone said and Tom stopped groping his girlfriend and jumped in the pool to cool off, no doubt, while Ellen walked to the bar.

Excited thoughts streamed sexual images and screamed tits through my brain. I couldn't believe she was topless. What is she doing? I can see her. Everyone can see her. Everyone was still there and she's parading around topless and walking to the bar to fix a drink, before sitting on the chaise lounge not six feet in front of my window to catch some rays. She's a C cup. My girlfriend is a B cup. Ellen and her sister Christine take after their grandmother Patricia who is a C cup.

I stared at her tits before looking more closely at each one. I stared at her nipples. I stared at her areolas. I imagined what it felt like to suck on those big knockers. Her boyfriend, Tom, was a lucky bastard to have that hot body in bed with him every night and to wake up to her each morning.

I couldn't believe I was seeing the tits of my girlfriend's daughter. I was shocked. I was excited. I was filled with lustful desire for her. Not satisfied with just seeing them, I wished I could touch them. I wished I could suck them. I wish I could have felt her up in the way that Tom had just done. I wished she could stroke my cock, too.

From where my room was, I had a clear view of Ellen and her magnificent breasts. To be honest, from the first day I met Ellen, four years ago, I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like naked. It was obvious even back then, when she was barely 20-years-old that she had a great body with a great rack. It's a guy thing, wondering about your girlfriend's adult daughters while imagining not only what it's like to be with them but also wondering if that is what your girlfriend looked like when she was their age.

At first, as her future stepfather, I felt embarrassed for Ellen and had the reaction to run out and cover her tits with a towel, but then, as her mother's horny boyfriend, when I quickly got an erection, the sight of which would contradict my professed false modesty for my semi-naked girlfriend's daughter. It would be foolish of me to run up to her and cover her tits with a towel while my cock was totally stiff.

Immediately, I reached down and started fondling my erection again while staring at Ellen's tits through the partially opened blind. My room was shaded by a palm tree and no one could see me standing there watching her. They were all positioned in the sun and even if they turned and looked directly at my window, they couldn't see me standing there leering.

Then, I couldn't believe it when Ellen's two friends removed their bikini tops, too. What a vision to behold. Now, I figured I'd masturbate to the sight of 3 pair of firm, young tits and six, pink, puffy nipples. It was exciting to watch how they excitedly talked with their hands, as their tits bounced up and down and moved side to side with their laughter. I slowly stroked my cock to the movement of their beautiful tits. I love Californian girls, really I do.

I couldn't remove my eyes from their tits. It had been twenty years, when I was in my twenties, since I've seen tits so young and so firm. Yeah, sure, I've seen plenty of tits on the Internet, but this was different. These tits were right there practically in my face, besides, it's more exciting to see the tits of women who you already know and/or just met than the tits of a stranger.

My first impulse was to cut my nap short, grab my camera, and join everyone poolside, but I had just retired to my room not 10 minutes ago and I still had a raging erection, the sight of which would confess my real intentions. There was no way that I could walk around the pool area trying to act oblivious to their semi-nakedness while ogling and photographing their tits. Besides, from where I stood, I had a birds-eye view of their naked breasts and erect nipples. I could imagine the conversation I'd have with my girlfriend explaining why I cut my nap so short.

"I thought you were going in for a nap, Paul?"

"I did, Laura. That ten minute power nap did wonders for me," I'd imagined saying with feigned vigor. "I feel so rested. That was the best ten minute nap I ever had in my entire life. Oh, look, is that a condor," I'd say snapping off three quick pictures of Ellen and her two topless friends, as my girlfriend, her daughter, and her two friends looked futilely up at the sky for the non-existent bird.

Besides, I couldn't believe the view I had from where I was. If I had asked the women to park themselves there, I couldn't have picked a better spot and a more advantageous angle from which to secretly ogle their tits while stroking my cock. This would have been surreal had it not been so real. I just love family reunions.

Then, Ellen's 27-year-old sister, Christine, joined the three women and removed her bikini top. Are you kidding me? No way! This is too good to be true. I couldn't believe it. This just isn't happening. This is a dream come true. Be still my heart. I'll be jerking off over this for the rest of my life.

Christine is a knockout, even pretty than her sister, taller, leggier, and more elegantly sophisticated looking and to see her tits was surreal. She has a rack and her tits are even better than Ellen's. Once, Christine stayed overnight at our house and the next morning she came downstairs in a low cut nightgown.

As she descended the stairs, the morning sunlight from the window caught her just right and illuminated her nightgown making it nearly transparent. Stopping her right where she was, I engaged her in conversation, so that I could prolong my look of her wonderful, nearly naked body. There before my eyes, she appeared as if she was passing through an x-ray photo scanner at the airport or was standing in front of the light from the refrigerator in a darkened kitchen. As if she was naked, I saw every hidden curve of her and saw enough of her beautiful body to clearly see her trimmed patch of pubic hair and the outline of her tits and the dark circles of her nipples.

Then, when she leaned over to fix her coffee and butter her toast at the counter, she gave me a great down nightgown view of her knockers. I stood there sipping my coffee and making light and polite conversation and acting very interested in everything she said while stealing furtive glances down the top of her open nightgown at her magnificent tits. How could she not know she was giving me a look of her tits? Was she flashing me accidentally or on purpose?

I insisted she make herself at home and help herself to whatever food we had and she wanted hoping she'd make several trips to the refrigerator and reward me with another X-ray view of her body through the transparency of her nightgown. At that point, being so hot and horny for her, I would have thrown money in the refrigerator, if that would make her open the refrigerator door more and keep it open while she collected the cold cash, so that I could stare longer at her body through her transparent nightgown.

The sight of her beautiful body that shown through her nightgown that day was erotically exciting and I masturbated over that image of her for months, while imagining removing her nightgown and imagining having my way with her. Then, when she gave me that down nightgown view, while she fixed her coffee and buttered her toast, I jerked off for months over partially seeing her tits, even though I never saw them in the way that I'm seeing them now. Now, in seeing her topless, in seeing every detail of her magnificent breasts, I'm having those same thoughts about her and her body again. I can't wait to masturbate over this sensational image of her fabulous body.

Four young women, eight firm, proud tits, and eight, pink, puffy nipples, life is good. Hey, I'm no prude and I'm not a pervert either, as least, I don't think that I am, but to see four young topless women, two of which I have known for four years and lusted over, okay, and masturbated over, is more than erotically exciting. Then, add to that equation that two of the women are daughters of my girlfriend, well, what can I say? I'm having a tit holiday standing here enjoying the show. To say the least, this tit show was titillating and was all about tits. Every time they moved, talked, and/or laughed I was mesmerized by their big, bouncing boobs. I was straining my eyes looking from one set of tits to another set of tits and back again. Tits, tits, tits, and tits, I just love tits.

Then, when I looked across the pool, I saw Laura in her white bikini. I wondered if it was see-through, once it was wet. She looked amazing. No wonder why it was such a surprise. No wonder she didn't want me to see it. She was showing a lot of skin, more skin than I've ever seen her show and as much skin as her daughter, Ellen, was showing.

Laura looked hot and she made me hot looking at her. I couldn't wait to peel her bikini off and make love to her later while imagining that I was making love to her daughter, Ellen or to her daughter, Christine. Wicked I know for me to make love to one woman while imagining making love to another, especially when that other woman is her daughter, but that's what guys do. We are not only visual but also perverted in that regard.

It blew my mind when my girlfriend reached around behind her and removed her bikini top, too. Are you kidding me? I couldn't believe she did that, but she did. She's not like that, but now she is. She's a prude, at least, she was and now she's not. Did she do that for the benefit of her ex-husband? Was she teasing him? Was she taking advantage of that fact that I was supposedly in my room napping and this was her opportunity to show everyone her tits and her new fit body?

All the times I asked her to go topless at the beach, she never would. Now, here she is in full view of everyone, her brothers, her daughters' male friends, her mother's boyfriend, her ex-husband, everyone. My God, I'll be jerking off over this for years thinking about all the men in attendance ogling my girlfriend's tits, while I ogled everyone else's tits.

Yet, even as excited as I was seeing Ellen's tits, Christine's tits, and Ellen's friends Linda and Kathy's tits, it was even more exciting to compare Laura's tits to her daughters' tits. I looked from Laura's tits to Ellen's tits to Christine's tits and back again. This was too good to be true. Comparing Laura's tits to her daughters' tits was something that I often wondered about while touching myself.

I couldn't wait to get my girlfriend in bed with some hot pillow talk. I couldn't wait to find out what she was thinking and feeling while being topless in front of everyone. Did she feel sexy? Did she feel horny? How exactly did she feel exposing her breasts to everyone?

Only, I'd have to be delicate when broaching the subject of seeing and wanting to discuss her daughters' tits. I mean, I didn't want her to think that her daughters' tits turned me on, even though I'm standing here stroking my cock at the sight of Ellen's and Christine's tits and the tits of Ellen's friends, too. To compound the excitement, my girlfriend was topless in front of everyone, too. I can't wait to ask her how she felt being topless in front of her brothers, her mother's boyfriend, her ex-husband, and the two young, male friends of her daughter Ellen. Did she get off exposing her body to all these men, including her bothers? I had no idea she was like that. To her, it may be just tits, but to me, tits were a big deal.

Now, I was really excited. I looked over at Laura's brothers, her ex-husband Robert, Grandma Patty's boyfriend, Martin, and Linda and Kathy's boyfriend, Russell and Anthony. They were all looking over at Ellen, Christine, Linda, Kathy, and Laura's tits. Now, I really had an erection. Faster and faster I stroked my erection while staring at and watching ten tits bounce and jiggle in the sunlight. Laughing and talking with one another, the women were oblivious and mindlessly unaware that I was only a few feet away looking out at them through the partially opened blind while masturbating.

It didn't take long for Robert's young trophy wife, Cynthia to remove her top, too. Be still my heart. It was immediately obvious that Cynthia had implants, but who cares? Perfectly symmetrical, they were spectacular tits, big and full with round areolas. Her tits stood as proud as any 18-year-old's tits. Even though she was a woman in her late thirties and Robert was a man in his fifties, the pig that he is, he's such a lucky bastard; I wished that I could spend some quality, intimate time with her implanted fun bags.

Then, Susan and Maryanne, the wives of Laura's brothers, Jim and Larry, joined in the fun by removing their tops, too. This was an official tit fest and I was missing all the action. I imagined being in the pool with all these topless women and accidentally on purpose touching their tits while frolicking in the water with them. Grabbing them from behind to playfully lift them from the water, my hands accidentally on purpose were full with tits, tits, and more tits.