Human Nature 1-7

by Lea

Chapter 1 – First step

Part 7 – Natural

Sunday morning, I take a quick shower to remove the sweat of the night and the smell of my lonely games. It's not like me to caress myself like that every night. The thing is that I don't know what exactly stimulates me so much. Héléna? The girls? Showing myself off? This is so far from my Judeo-Christian upbringing, from my married life. The worst thing is that I feel less and less guilty.

For once, I'm the first in the kitchen. I prepare the breakfast and I sip my coffee reading the news of the day. When Héléna joins me and kisses me hello, a nice shiver starts from the hand she put on my thigh and goes up all along my spine. The same shiver runs through me again when the girls kiss me, soon after. I must admit, consciously or not, those three know how to make me begin a good day.

Héléna explains us one of the rules of her home. The Sunday is a lazy day. And, as much as possible, it's a day out of the house. She leaves it to my daughter and me to choose our destination. My first idea is a nice place in the mountains with a river and a very quiet clearing in the woods. But Sandra immediately says no. I don't understand and I try to convince her. No way, she doesn't want to go there. Too close from the campsite where she stayed. I don't insist longer. Perhaps the summer camp wasn't as pleasant as I thought it was for her.

So, I drive them in another place. We get a longer walk in a more dense forest, but, at least, there's almost nobody on our way. I was a bit nervous, but Héléna reassures me. She loves the site and it makes a change with the sea. The landscape changes, sure, but it's always hot. After a quarter of an hour, the girls get rid of their tee-shirt and stay with their bikini top. Héléna fully undo her shirt. I withstand a few minutes longer but I end with my tee-shirt tied around my waist, too.

I'm relieved when we reach the clearing. It's been a long time since I've come here. I was almost as young as Sandra is now. It reminds me my father, my family, a different time when I never had the idea to go for a walk in this outfit. It's strange how things change. It's not the greatest place of all. Just a hole in the forest, a patch of grass, a few flowers and a small river, one of the quietest places where my father had used to stroll looking for mushrooms.

Once the blankets settled down and the surroundings checked, the girls waste no time to undress and keep only their panties on. They paddle a few minutes in the cold water of the river. I gently poke fun at them and at their cute little nipples that swell because of the cold. My daughter doesn't get flustered and retort that it's not fair for me to tease them while I still have my bra on. So be it, a last look at the surroundings and I take my swimsuit top off.

Girls do not speak a word but just their eyes are enough. Héléna lets out a sigh and she ends topless as well. I understand something now that escaped me so far. The girls aren't just curious about us, about our breasts. Perhaps they like to look at us the same way we like to look at them. I wonder if it would arouse Sandra. Oh God, to think that my own daughter could be aroused is a weird idea. It's something I never really thought about for real. I mean I know she should have desires, needs, but it was all abstract, theoretical. Right now, her eyes tell me there's something else than curiosity. There's something that makes her blush and stare at my breasts. And as a matter of course, these thoughts make my nipples swollen and hardened.

The lunch finished, Héléna gets her cell phone and ask us to gather so she could take a picture. I see that Sandra doesn't like this idea. She remains tensed and goes away as soon as we hear the fake shutter sound of the phone. I'm a bit worried. I'm a bit worried. She definitely is upset and I don't know the reason, snuggling against me or the camera.

Later, she sits down between my thighs, the same way she's used to do at the beach. I think about it for a second and then I drop the towel down and I rub her with my bare hands. She doesn't flee from my grip. On the contrary, she squeezes up against me. So I understand she doesn't have any problem about her skin against mine. In fact she even seems to enjoy it. She wriggles against me and my chest. What a feeling to get her against me, skin against skin. She coils up in my arms and I press her against me.

But again she tenses up in my arms. Noemie got her mom's cell phone and took a picture of us. My daughter turns round and buries her head in my breasts. This time it's obvious, Sandra doesn't want to be pictured, because of her shyness maybe. Héléna saw it, too. She asks Sandra if she would like to take pictures of us instead. Sandra thinks about it for a few seconds and, then, takes the cell phone from her friend's hands. In the same time, Héléna comes closer to me and Noémie sits down between us.

I see Sandra is still hesitating. She looks like she doesn't know which part of us she should center or should not. "Don't worry Sandra, it's just a holiday souvenir. It's just for us." Sandra looks at us, smiles and then takes a whole series of pictures. The more she takes pictures, the more we huddle up against each others. I enjoy getting Noémie on my lap, but being this close against Héléna is a real pleasure too.

And then, Sandra makes another choice. She sits down on my lap and, holding the phone at arm's length, she photographs us all together. Of course it needs several attempts before getting the expected result. Attempts during which we all are cuddling and hugging and giggling. The kind of memory I'll keep in my mind with our without a picture of it. In fact, there's no more Héléna or Noémie at this very instant. There's only my daughter and me, and the first picture where we are so close since a long time ago.

Later, while the girls walk far before us, I thank Héléna for making it all possible. Héléna looks moved and even touched. It's kind of new to me. Since I married Alain, I gradually lost sight of most of my friends. It's all my fault. But now, Héléna is the closest person to me. She's my first real friend since Alain.

Héléna listen to me and then put a kiss on my cheek. She also is happy to be my friend. Helena is a beautiful woman who may seem frail, reserved. Her blonde hair and her blue eyes strengthen her natural gentleness. But at this moment, she appears strong and determined to me.

We all are worn out when we get home. When I'm alone in my bed, all the images, all the feelings of the day come back to my mind. I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my moans. At the highest, I feel able to touch skin of Noémie, of Sandra. My fingers plunged into me could be Héléna's. I'm bad. I'm a bad mom. I'm a bad friend. But I cum. I cum hard and this is wonderful.

The next morning, the girls join us later than usual. It takes us all day to install the panelling in the room. Héléna and Sandra work well together. Noémie is more like me, a complete stranger of the tools names and not really interested, to tell the truth. We try our best to be good worker assistants. Noémie helps me with the other chores. Meals, housekeeping, laundry, she has a high sense of responsibilities despite her mischievousness.

Because we did the cleaning while they were finishing the panelling, Noémie stops Sandra when she goes out of the room. My daughter doesn't protest. She fully undresses and lets her friend wipe her with a towel. Noémie takes good care of my daughter, even using her bare hands to rid her tender breast of the stuck dust. Then, Noémie notices aloud she isn't clean either and takes her clothes off. Héléna and I watch the girls walking into the bathroom both naked.

We could laugh, but when my eyes met Helena's, I see that strange sparkle in them. "Our turn I guess." Héléna doesn't wait any answer and gets rid of her clothes. Mesmerized, I'm just able to pick the towel up and to help her with the dust on her skin. I repeat the Noémie's gestures, too agitated to take initiatives. Héléna giggles and purrs, turning around to offer her body to my towel. She's enjoying this in the way of a little girl.

When it comes about her breasts, I take a deep breath. Helena does not slip away when my bare hand lands on her chest. I hear her breathing deeper too. As soon as my fingers get closer to her nipples, her areolas swell and crumple. Small veins appear in relief and her nipples harden.I'm amazed to see how her breasts are firm. Firm and sensitive too, as her thin pointing nipples show me.

The skin of her breasts is so soft. I'm still lost contemplating her when the girls walk out of the bathroom.I jump and turn me. I feel myself caught red-handed. Both girls are watching us. I blush especially because Héléna is undressing me. She is just returning me the favor, in a way. Without thinking, I step out of my shorts, my eyes still on my daughter's face. It's the first time she sees me naked. I mean without me hiding nor by accident.

Sandra's eyes are roaming all over my body. Sandra just cleans my skin from dust and sweat. She doesn't go too far even if she doesn't use the towel at all. I'm not sure what exactly I'm reading in my daughter's gaze, especially when Héléna's hands brush my breasts. Of course she is amazed, but when she stares at my nipples that harden titillated by Héléna, there's much more in her eyes than surprise.

Héléna ends by giving me a tiny slap on my bum which makes me let out a little surprised cry. A second later, I take refuge in the bathroom soon followed by Helena. I hear our daughters giggling and running downstairs behind us. Héléna and I take in turns to shower. There are lots of glances, stares and smiles. I'm a little ashamed of my curves compared to the slim body of Helena. But that spark of lust in her gaze makes me more and more confident. This spark and all the little rubs of our naked skins.

By getting back to the terrace, I find the girls playing in the swimming pool. Sandra saw me too, she throws me quick glances that make me feel puzzled and worried. What if she hadn't liked what she saw of me. This idea torments me so as soon as she gets out of the pool, I come to her "Sandra, I hope you haven't been shocked to see me... you know... naked." A very brief moment, a shade darkens my daughter's face. In only a single second my whole world collapses. All these new links I've built with my daughter, all this new complicity, everything is going to be wiped out because I haven't been able to stay in my place. My own lust, my dirty sexual urge, my disgusting sick desires made me destroy everything.

"No... no, it's not that... it's just that I didn't know you had such a bush down there... I... I don't like that." Once second my heart stopped, and now it races. Sandra blushes and smiles. At her turn, she looks worried. I cheer her up, she said nothing wrong. In fact, she's right, maybe I should do something about that "bush" of mine. Relieved, I cuddle her and I laugh. It's so good to be able to hug her like this, all so natural. I want to preserve that at any cost.

Before going to my room, this night, I make a detour to the bathroom. I don't shave myself, I only use scissors to clear my bush. To tell the truth, I never trim my pubic hairs since I married Alain. He likes it this way. I would be a whore otherwise. In my bed, my fingers wander over my pussy and bring me back ages ago. I take all my time to rediscover my private treasures. In my mind, Héléna is still brushing my breasts. And there is my daughter too, staring at us. Even in those wet dreams I feel ashamed, I blush but my orgasm is so strong, so wonderful. There's no more guilt, no more shame. Never I've been interested in women. But now, I bite my pillow to muffle my screams of a pleasure offered by the imaginary hands of my friend.

The next day, I have to work on my laptop while they are laying the floating parquet floor. My researches completed, I prepare the lunch and then I go upstairs to give them a hand. I stop in the hall and look at my daughter. In her worker outfit she's kind of funny and sexy at the same time. Helena is full of praise for my daughter. I won't deny I'm surprised by her abilities in manual labor. But what makes me sad, is that her father should be the one who teach her. On the other hand I don't want him here, as he would find so much to criticize about what happens in this home.

We manage to go to the beach in the late afternoon.Of course, the girls don't bother with their swimsuit top.And of course, we get a few lecherous gazes and outraged ones. But to be honest, I don't care anymore. I'm too proud of the girls and my friend, of these new links that I have managed to create, to be bored with what people say. The girls don't care about it more. We are almost the last ones on the beach when they return from their last swim. And as if it was an old habit, they take advantage that we are drying them to remove their panties.

Maybe Helena and I should protest, say something. But we don't. We say nothing either when, at home, they get rid of their beach dress and dive directly into the swimming pool naked as the day they were born. On the other hand, I hadn't said anything so far, so why would I now? Besides, it's such a delight to see them, all evening long, their bum in the air. The real difficulty is more to look away from their charms. And, for what I see, that isn't much easier for Héléna. Her eyes jump from a pussy to the other as if she tries to record in her memory every detail.

As soon as I lay in my bed, my hand slides down over my pussy. The image of the naked girls is still etched in my head. I wonder what they are doing. Do they sleep naked? Does my daughter caress herself? Does she already know how to titillate her love button? Does she think about Noémie? Héléna? Me? As for me, I really do know how making me cum. Tonight, again, I bite my own lips to contain those hoarse moans while all my body tense, three of my fingers stuck in my pussy.

In the morning, I am almost surprised to see coming the girls with their panties on. Thinking about it, I realize that a few things changed with my daughter. She doesn't spend her time on the couch watching TV anymore and she's always awake before ten. Needless to say I am quite happy with these changes.

While the three ladies complete the last finishes in the room, I go running errands. Back home, I find Noémie in the kitchen. Héléna and Sandra are tidying up tools.She helps me with the groceries. I can't help but look at her little rear in her pretty white panties with pink hearts. I wonder if Helena does the same by her side. Oddly, this idea does not shock me. On the contrary, it's pretty arousing to know that my daughter is attractive enough to titillate the curiosity of a woman as Héléna.

I try not to, but my hands end a few times on the bare skin of Noémie, sometimes on her bum too. She doesn't complain, she doesn't even move. She just keeps smiling and babbling about what they did this morning, about what we'll prepare for lunch. Héléna and Sandra shows up proclaiming the room completely renovated, finally. The announce is interesting, but to see my daughter in her panties and Héléna in a dress which doesn't hide much, the both getting out from under the shower obviously, that's what really makes my imagination race.

I don't have the time to think about what happened in the tub. Sandra is already pushing me towards the stairs. I have to admit the result is amazing. I Remember what this room looked like and seeing what it looks like now, I'm terribly proud of my friend, of course, but, most of all, of my daughter. Without thinking, I hug my daughter and I kiss her cheek. "I'm so proud of you, it's a great job." Of course she says it's not her, that Héléna did it all. I don't care. Especially now she's staying tight against me. She hugs me. She really does. It's been such a long time since she cuddled me like this. I missed this so much!

It's not on purpose at first when my hand slides down on her bare bum. I immediately feel her shivering against me. As if it was contagious, it makes me shiver too. But she doesn't move away from my hand. So I let it there, on the soft skin of her so cute little behind. Noémie and Héléna are already downstairs. Sandra hears her friend diving into the pool and she pulls me by the hand to lead me on the terrace.

"No, no, no, don't..." I can't finish my sentence before ending still clothed into the pool. Sandra didn't let go my hand and encouraged by our friends, she jumped in the water her hand still gripped to mine. Of course I promise them all to take revenge.But for now, I rather try to swim, entangled in my skirt and my blouse. However, I yet don't reach the edge of the pool that small hands are already busy undressing me.I don't struggle to slip away, they tickle me too much to be able to push them away.

Moreover, they continue to tickle me so they can also strip me from my bra and my panties. I'm already amazed by their skill to undress me. But once naked, I am shocked by the lack of modesty of their hands which don't hesitate to caress my bum or my breasts. I'm relieved to see Héléna diving to give me a hand. Although I take it all as a game, our daughter's hands become more insistent and find their way to my pussy. The girls jump on Héléna and get rid of her swimsuit. Those two demons are quick when they want to.

The small moan which slips out of Helena tells me she also is assailed by the naughty hands of our girls. And when my friend flushes I'm sure they brush her pussy the same way they did to me. I try to help her but the only way I find is to tickle the girls in my turn. Noémie is my prey and she struggles to flee the grip of my arms. I won't let her go so easily. Héléna imprison my daughter in her arm too. Sandra's reddening face testifies that my friend's tickles aren't that much innocent. I have to confess that I'm not that modest neither. Underneath one of my hands, I can feel the budding breasts of the little blonde.

Noémie wriggles and wiggles to escape me. But when her pussy slides under my other hand, she stops dead. A soft moan replaces her giggles. She doesn't push me away.I even have the feeling she presses her slit against my fingers by herself. And then my daughter lets escape a loud groan. Surprised, Héléna loosens her grip on Sandra. My daughter, surprised too and a bit ashamed, swims away. Naomi also managed to break free and join my daughter. Both girls ask for a truce and go out of the swimming pool.

Helena helps me to get back my clothes in the pool. While we swim a few lengths , the girls set the table. They still put nothing on, so, coming out of the water in our turn, Héléna and I remain as naked as they are. At her first glance on me, my daughter's face lights up with a wide smile. She jumps on me and hugs me tight "you look great, mom." I can't help myself but laugh, a happy and relieved laugh. I must say that the hairless pussy of Helena is particularly attractive. She seems so soft. It's difficult to turn my eyes away from it unless I gaze at the girls.

We spend the afternoon doing the rounds of the stores with Héléna. Sandra stays by her side, while Noémie and I stroll the shelves. It could have been rather boring if Noémie hadn't started to try the beds.The little blonde doesn't mind that her dress turn outwards to her waist when she jumps on a mattress. I check the surroundings and Héléna scolds her. Fortunately, there's nobody to see us and Noémie sticks out her tongue.

The little brat giggles and jumps on the next bed. It's hard for Héléna to growl instead of laughing. Especially when her daughter rolls up her dress and proudly shows her flowery panties. Noémie stands up and stay quiet, just the time for a couple to walk far enough. And then, she jumps on the next bed and pretends to take a nap, her panties still fully exposed.

This time Héléna got ready. Her cell phone already in her hand, she takes pictures of her daughter in obvious offense of exhibitionism.Sandra can no longer stand idly by. She takes advantage that her friend is swinging her bum in the air to grab her panties and pull them down. Noémie pretends to be offended but my daughter doesn't care. With our encouragement she gives two little slaps on her friend's bum.

I keep being on the watch even if I can help myself but laugh because of our daughters. By playing up, Sandra managed to dispossess Noémie of her panties. And now they are running after each other. However I'm not sure that Noémie really wants to get her panties back or if she wants to steal Sandra's ones. Fortunately, Héléna made her choice and we can go out of the store before someone notices that Noémie isn't wearing anything under her dress.

Back at home, The girls don't wait a second and jump naked in the pool. Héléna and I pick up their clothed scattered up the terrace. Both girls cheer us on and because we don't want to disappoint them, we pile up all our clothes and we dive, naked too. Girls swim to join us. They don't want to tickle us anymore. We get a nice cuddling time, each girl in the arms of her mom. Even if we do not take advantage of the situation, I savor the softness of my daughter's skin under my fingertips. Sandra's hands don't stay still. They roam all over me.

We keep talking about our day and about what we will do the next days. Sandra lets nothing show when my fingers stroll closer to her breasts.So do I. Her fingers stumble over my nipples and maybe I blush a bit. I probably do. But I don't move, I allow her to discover me. We don't stay long in the pool. Anyway, after that, none of us feels the need to put on anything.

Of course we all spend a lot of time glancing and peeking at each other. It's all natural I guess. What matters is that none of us looks offended or ashamed. I shiver even at the slightest touch. It's not unpleasant at all. There's just so many emotions colliding in me. As for example, this turmoil when my daughter declares how happy she is that we all met. Obviously we all are.

In my bed, I keep feeling the touch of my daughter's body against me. I still feel the softness of Héléna's skin. The image of Noémie naked is still on my mind. They are indeed my own hands on me, but behind my shut eyelids, it's Noémie cherishing my breasts, Helena fingering me and it's my daughter kissing me again and again. If all that happened today is so natural, what about this orgasm which sweeps me away.