Naked at Grandma’s 4

By Kahuntwm

Copyright 2024 by Kahuntwm, all rights reserved

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Naked at Grandma’s, Ch. 4
By kahuntwm1588@outlook.com

Now I needed to get my ladies club more involved with this family. And Brett’s pod at school - Susan, Carol, Jerry, and Connor - well, Paul and Mabel would enjoy seeing them naked. And what of the boy Peter Kinley, whom none of us had seen naked. There was much to get done and I had to get to work.

The problem was that the Christmas holidays were coming up which meant people would be very busy. I knew that Brett and his pod friends would have a three week break at his private school and his siblings would have a two week break at their public school. So, there would be time when we could get people together. So step one was that I invited the family over to the mansion the weekend after Thanksgiving break so Paul and Mabel and I could talk about possibilities.

They arrived Friday around dinner time and as soon as the children walked in, Brett, naked in all his glory, gathered his siblings and soon all five of them were naked. That evening, as we had supper and then all relaxed around the living room, I just enjoyed looking at my grandsons’ penises and balls. And their smooth asses were a sight, too. And seeing the girls, with their petite bosoms flowing this way and that, and their tight little love canals? Deliciously lovely.

And then my son Paul suggested we have a game. He asked the six children to sit on the floor in front of them, with legs out. I wasn’t sure what the game was but the preliminary instructions presented Paul, Mabel, and me quite a sight. For instance, for the three boys, we could see their balls hanging down, see their perineums, and the beginning of their butt cracks - basically, all their hidden wonders. And the girls? Their sweet vaginas were not fully opened up, but we could see enough to excite us.

It turned out that the game was essentially a ‘truth or dare’ one, which was unfamiliar to the kids (which I found surprising). Paul went first and his first victim was his oldest son, Brett. I won’t bore you with the questions, but I realized that the questions by Paul and Mabel going to the oldest two (Brett and Shirley) were very personal and designed to force them to decline to answer and to take the dare. It wasn’t so much a dare as more like an order. And I loved the orders (Paul and Mabel went much easier on the young ones).

“Okay, Brett,” Paul said, “you are to place your older sister’s bosom in your hands.”

“Oh, really, daddy,” Shirley burst out, “he doesn’t need to do that.”

“Brett,” Paul said laughing, “do you wish to do that?”

“If she is okay with it,” Brett replied, “but, gosh, yes!”

“Shirley,” Mabel asked, “do you accept this - will you let your brother touch your breasts?”

Shirley didn't need to say anything - she sighed, leaned back, and left her tits out there waiting for Brett’s touch. He didn’t hesitate - Brett quickly got up (giving me a quick look at his butt hole as he stood up), sat behind his sister and gently massaged her bosoms. Paul gave him ten seconds and then ordered him back to where he was sitting.

“Shirley,” her mom asked, “how did that feel?”

“Nice, I guess…it made my body tingle,” she said.

“And son,” Paul asked, “how did your sister’s bosoms feel to you?”

“So soft - like jello or something like that,” he replied. Everyone enjoyed that and I was very proud of my grandson because he didn’t do anything untoward - just a touch and just a little massage.

Now it was Shirley’s turn. She declined to answer her mom’s question (‘Have you ever tasted your own juices?’) and prepared for her orders.

“Shirley,” Mabel said, “you are to massage your brother’s balls.”

No discussion was needed. Brett spread his legs and Shirley leaned over and cupped her brother’s balls. I loved the sight. Brett’s penis loped on her hand and she massaged his balls. Shirley had her brother’s most intimate and private parts in her hand, and he just leaned back with his eyes closed. We all noticed that Brett’s penis began to grow. How could it not?

“Shirley,” her mom asked, “how did your brother’s balls feel?”

“Like marbles,” she replied. “I also loved the feel of his ball bag - so smooth.”

“And Brett?” dad asked. “How did it feel when your sister massaged your balls?”

“Heavenly,” Brett said, and then pointed to his now fully erect cock.

The dares given to the younger children were not as suggestive or intrusive as with Shirley and Brett. But there was one moment that I would like to relate that was very, very special. It involved Jonny and his daddy. The instruction was that Jonny needed to have his dad inspect him to make sure everything was ‘working.’ So Paul, remaining in his chair, asked his naked son to stand before him.

“Now, Jonny,” he said, “do you trust me?”

“Yes - I love you,” said the nervous twelve year old, knowing that everyone in the room was intently watching.

“Then place your hands on the top of your head,” Paul said. Jonny did so and I must say that there is something special about seeing my twelve year old grandson (or any of my grandchildren) standing naked with his/her hands on the top of his/her head. He looked so vulnerable, so open, so revealing. His cute sex organ sort of strutted out, inviting anyone to touch. Paul placed his son’s balls in the palm of his hand and we all heard an audible gasp from the naked boy. Jonny looked down at what his father was doing.

His father was feeling his son’s scrotum, so smooth. He had each of his son’s balls between his thumb and forefinger, twirling them around and around. I could see Paul’s middle finger as he rubbed his son’s perineum. “Ah,” Paul said, “so smooth and so soft.”

If Jonny’s scrotum and perineum was soft, his penis certainly was not. Paul released his son’s balls and began to touch his boy’s penis, all over. Then he began to stroke it and soon Jonny’s body stiffened and we all cheered as two small bursts relieved Jonny’s discomfort. Was it his first time? I don’t know. No one thought to ask the boy. What a missed opportunity.

Paul kissed his beautiful son and sent him back to his twin sister, who also gave him a kiss and a soft touch on his now deflated penis. Then Bryan, only ten years old, startled all of us by loudly asking his daddy to give him an inspection, too. So, Paul repeated the process and while young Bryan did not produce any semen, he enjoyed having his little cock stroked by his daddy.

Then I decided to make it a trifecta. “Paul,” I said, “don’t you think you should inspect your eldest son?”

“He doesn’t need to,” Brett quickly said. “I know everything down there works for me,”

“Still, it is a father’s duty,” Brett’s mom, Mabel said with a smile.

So Brett was ordered to stand before his dad (and his mom, who was sitting next to her husband). At fourteen, Brett’s equipment was much larger than that of his younger brothers, and he had a fine bush of pubes sitting on top. It was a magical moment watching my grandson’s sex organ react to the touch of his father’s hands. We all sat and watched Brett’s face as it registered the double looks of rapture and embarrassment.

When he was ready to spurt, Paul turned him so that he faced the floor and while he continued to stroke his son, I was amazed to see Mabel reach between her son’s legs from behind and cradle his balls. Brett ejaculated a massive load and his siblings, who were seeing his profile, could see his cum fly out of his pee slit, reaching impressive heights. Brett practically floated back to the coach to sit by his sister, who grabbed some kleenex to clean her brother up while Paul cleaned his son’s semen off the floor. It was a magnificent picture that words cannot describe. To see a boy ejaculate his semen as his daddy strokes his penis and his mommy massages his balls is quite a sight. Sort of defines closeness in a family.

Sunday afternoon, Paul and Mabel packed everyone up and headed for home, my lady friends returned to their families, and Brett and I were by ourselves. He proceeded to clean the bedrooms and the bathrooms upstairs while I cleaned the playroom, living room, and kitchen downstairs. Two hours later, he came downstairs and decided to go swimming. So we went to the pool room and I sat down to rest. Brett stripped his clothes off and jumped into the pool. When he finally came out, he let me help him dry himself and then sat with me on the couch. He smelled so clean, and he rested his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. Soon, he was napping.

I looked at him and smiled. He was so cute, head back, legs spread out a little, and his precious sex organ at rest and on full display. I just looked at his treasures. Since he was asleep, I leaned over and kissed his penis and balls. So soft and so precious. Reluctantly, I covered him with a blanket and let him sleep for an hour. Then I woke him up for supper.

The weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas day went fast. We did have one weekend when the family came up but this time, it was to meet the students in Brett’s pod at school. There was no nudity this time. Brett let his friends know that his parents didn’t know about the nudity before, and we made sure that Susan, Carol, Jerry, and Connor did not know about Brett and his siblings being nude around his parents. But we all had a good time and I finally met the sixth member of the pod, Peter Kinty, who had missed previous visits to the mansion because of his swimming schedule.

But everyone had a good time. Paul and Mabel got to spend time with Susan (they knew that she and their son were an item). And Peter spent quite a bit of time with Shirley, even though he was two years younger than she. Of course, he was a good looking lad. His father was a white man and his mother was black, so he was what we called in those days a mulatto. His skin was a soft, light brown color and he was very, very cute. I think one reason Shirley liked him so much is that he wore a speedo swimsuit while swimming. He wore baggy shorts (put on over the speedo) when not swimming.

Peter had a perfect swimmer's body. And although we could not see his private parts, the speedos made it very clear that he was well endowed. Shirley couldn’t take her eye off his hidden package and I think part of the appeal was that she could not see all of him. I mean, she had seen her brother Brett in the nude, but Peter was something different. I thought the age difference would be a problem but it wasn’t.

Finally the Christmas breaks began, and so the weekend following Christmas day, we invited the family and Brett’s friends in his pod at school to another get together. But this time, with all the children in the nude. And Peggy, Trudy, Lauren, and Marie joined us, as did Gordon, who was anxious to see Jerry again. So, we had eight adults (counting myself), and eleven children ages ten through sixteen.

I finally actually began running out of bedrooms but I knew this would happen so in the month before the holiday break, I had the attic remodeled to form what was essentially a dorm room. This was where the boys would stay. Brett gave up his bedroom (temporarily - just for when we had all these visitors) and he was joined in the attic with his two brothers, Jonny and Bryan, and his three male friends Jerry, Peter, and Connor. And to make life easier, I had two full baths installed.

Brett and I worked out a schedule with certain roles people would have to play. Since food preparation was a major job, we assigned Mabel, myself, and my four lady friends to share that job. My son Paul and my friend Connor were in charge of keeping everything clean (which meant having the children help with pickup and bathrooms). The only job the children would have was to stay naked and be beautiful.

Of course, first the ice had to be broken and naturally, we began with Brett. First, once the last person arrived, I had everyone sit in the large living room. Then I explained the nudity thing and, of course, most of the children had expected this. So when I asked Brett and Susan to stand before us and strip naked, they were happy to do this. Susan felt a little awkward because Brett’s parents had not seen her naked before. But Brett whispered encouragement and soon his girlfriend was standing there in the nude. Being the only two naked caused a little embarrassment. But Susan had looked at Brett’s parents when she finally lost her bra and panties and relaxed when she saw that they liked what they were looking at.

They sat down and I ordered Carol and Connor to stand. Being naked in front of Brett’s family was a new experience for these lovebirds, but neither hesitated and soon they were sitting together in the nude.

By now, everyone was in the mood, laughing and enjoying watching these pretty youngsters show the world what they had. The younger set of twins, Jonny & Jeanie and Bryan and Charlotte, seemed to enjoy themselves as they stripped off their clothes in front of the adults and other children. They were the only four kids of the group who were naturally void of body hair and who were clearly sexually immature. God, all four were pretty as could be.

Next up was Jerry, the only child who was gay, so Connor, the only adult who was fully gay (I was beginning to suspect that my son Paul was perhaps a little gay - he certainly seemed to enjoy examining his sons’ sexual organs). He jumped up and since Jerry had no one with whom to strip with, Connor did the honors and soon he had his younger friend very naked. They went off and sat together.

So, now, we were left with Brett’s older sister Shirley, and Peter Kinley, a member of Brett’s school pod. These two had known each other only for about a month but they seemed to be in love, even though Peter was younger than Shirley. Now, everyone in the room, except Peter, had seen Shirley naked. None of us had seen Peter naked (at least here at the mansion)

I could see Peter was not shy about such matters (he had pranced around in his speedo swimsuit without hesitation) but he clearly was shy about exposing himself to his new girlfriend, Shirley. And she was hesitant for the same reason. So they would need some encouragement.

“Come on,” I said to Peter and Shirley. “It is your turn. Now, just so everyone knows, Peter and Shirley, going steady I hear, have never seen each other in the nude. Now, it is the time. Peter, I want you to just stand there and be still. Shirley, please strip your boyfriend.”

Shirley, the more mature of the two, did not hesitate. She very much wanted to see her boyfriend naked. And when she finally pulled down his boxers, she was beside herself in glee. Peter’s penis was spectacular. Of all the boys (meaning Brett, Connor, and Jerry), Peter’s cock was the longest and the thickest. How he stuffed that into his speedos I had no idea. Now the other three boys were very well endowed - even my two youngest grandsons, Jonny and Bryan, ages twelve and ten, were bigger than most boys their age - so you can imagine how big Peter was. In fact, we all stood up and cheered him which made him blush profusely.

Brett stepped in as he could see Peter’s embarrassment. “Calm down, everyone,” he said. “It is time for Peter to remove my sister’s clothing.” So Peter carefully began to undress his girlfriend and he was overwhelmed by the sight of her nakedness. I began to worry that he might sprout a stiffy but Brett broke up the suspense and told everyone that it was time for a swim. So the very naked children went off, followed by us adults, to the pool room.

The next day, as everyone settled down, Paul and Mabel came up to me with a proposal.

“Mom,” Paul said, “Mabel and I want a private session, first with Susan, and then with Peter, to make sure they understand the boundaries here with our children.”

“You just want to see them up close and personal when they are naked,” I said. “Well, so do I.” We all laughed and later that day we called Susan into my bedroom. She was visibly nervous because she was summoned by Brett’s parents and grandmother, and she was the only one naked in the room. She felt a little embarrassed as she sat down opposite us. Paul put her at ease immediately.

“Susan,” he said, “I speak for all of us when I say that you are a beautiful young lady. It brings us great joy just to watch you, either dressed or not dressed. But it is a fact that when we look at your nakedness, it is breathtaking and exhilarating for all of us.”

Susan, blushing, relaxed at that statement, and rested her hands to her side, thereby fully exposing her vibrant pussy, covered by her soft pubes. We explained that she and Brett were only fifteen and that we expected nothing untoward would happen between them while they were at the mansion.

“And, if I may add on,” I said, “you will always be welcomed here at the mansion, even if, in the future, you and Brett no longer are an item. You are welcomed here, not because you are a friend of Brett, but because of you - your own special self. You are forever a part of this extended family.”

Susan was overwhelmed by this and stood up to give me a hug. The three of us got up and Paul and Mabel stood aside as Susan gave me a hug. Then Marie knocked on the door and came in and Paul and Mabel took their leave. That left Susan, all naked, with just Marie and me.

“Marie wanted to be here to tell you something,” I said.

Susan looked at Marie who said “As you know I am a lesbian and speaking as someone who loves females, I want to tell you how cute and precious you are.”

Susan blushed and mumbled a ‘thank you,’

“What Marie is saying is that would you let us hug you and just gently touch you?” I said.

Susan looked a little confused before she realized what we were asking. I thought she may say ‘no’, that we had misplayed ourselves. But we hadn’t. She walked toward us and I hugged her and patted her delicious asscheeks. Marie, however, hugged her from behind and rested her hand on Susan’s soft pussy.. I could see Marie push against the sweet girl’s vagina but she did not make any attempt to enter. Susan just stood there and enjoyed this manifestation of our love. This was yet another moment that will stay in my memory for the rest of my life.

Next was Bett’s turn to get the lecture on proper behavior around girls who were naked. He promised that he and Susan had no intention of intercourse or anything like that. They both felt too young and both wanted to wait before they lost their virginity.

Paul, Mabel, and I were greatly relieved to hear this. But we did make sure that their time together alone was minimal. Trust but verify. Did we have the same talk with the other two couples - Connor & Carol and Shirley & Peter? We did indeed and there never was a problem with any of them. Just a bunch of teenage children who enjoyed being naked with each other and an occasional touching here and there, but nothing more.

As a group (Peggy, Trudy, Lauren, Maria, and I), we had finally reached a point where there was not much we could do to embarrass these teenagers - they had gotten beyond that. But embarrassing them was part of the fun. Even my younger grandchildren - Jonny & Jeanie and Bryan & Charlotte - were beyond all that. They just loved to run around naked and didn’t care how exposed they were. A sudden vagina exposed or a butt crack wide open bothered them not at all.

So it was time to do something different. And it would involve, at first, Brett, since he was the only one in his pod who still suffered from the feelings of embarrassment whenever he was naked. I decided that Peggy, Trudy, Lauren, Marie, and I were going to completely and utterly devour my grandson. Brett was going to experience the greatest orgasm he would likely ever have.

But to get him to participate might be a challenge, I thought. Well, I was right, but not as big a challenge as I anticipated. It involved a matter of trust and fortunately, Brett and I had developed a strong trust between us that had been building ever since he first arrived to stay with me the previous August. It was now January, and Brett was completely comfortable being naked around me.

“What kind of a ‘session’ are you talking about?” Brett asked suspiciously.

“One that will accomplish two things,” I said. We were sitting together on the couch one night. I was resting my hand on his perfect sex organ. “First, you will love the sensations that you will feel. Two, you will make my friends, and now your friends, very, very happy?”

“Even Marie?” he asked. “She seems to be into girls, not boys. At least, that is what Susan feels.”

“Even Marie,” I said. “She loves you as we all do. She takes great pleasure at seeing you nude,”

“So, you are going to blindfold me, and I am going to lay down on a massage table, and just do nothing,” he said.

“That is about it. You let us pleasure you,” I added. “Of course, as always, you can say ‘no’ to anything you find uncomfortable.”

‘Will anyone else be there?” he asked.

“Not if you say so. I will tell you that I feel Susan and your parents, perhaps your sister Shirley, would love to be there. But that is up to you.” Given that all of them had probably jerked him off, Bett finally decided that he didn’t really care if they were there. Later, after all this, it turned out that he was very embarrassed that they all saw what happened to him. Embarrassed? Sure. Upset? Probably not.

So, the scene was set. The following weekend, when just Susan, my son and daughter-in-law, and my granddaughter Shirley, were seated to observe the show, Peggy, Lauren, Trudy, Marie, and I began to give Brett the experience of a lifetime.
The beautiful fourteen year old lad lay on the table, on his back, magnificently and gorgeously in his nudity. He lay there, blindfolded, with a smooth body with his sex organ smack in the middle, flaccid and adorably at rest.

We began tickling him. Only for about thirty seconds. The tickling served two purposes. One, we were hoping to relax him before the main event. Second, everyone enjoyed watching his cock and balls bounce all over.

Then we began to kiss and lick him all over. Besides his dad, Bett was the only male at this event, and we females greatly enjoyed seeing the male body - particularly Brett’s male body - reacting to our every touch. We twisted his body every which way so that his asscrack could be displayed. He couldn’t see what we were doing, but he could feel it, and he could hear the small audience giggling and applauding what they were seeing, which was every corner and crevice of the body of a boy that they all loved.

Once Brett’s penis was at its full and hard glory, Trudy took out a small vibrator and we all watched as she inserted it into Brett’s small, perfect asshole. I stood by my grandson’s head and rubbed his head and face. He complained about the vibrator and the pressure he was feeling, but at no time did he say ‘no’.

The climax, when it came, was loud and physical. I focused on my grandson’s pee slit and was thrilled seeing his semen spurt out of his raging penis. Paul told me later that he so enjoyed watching his teenage son experience such a profound and glorious orgasm. While mom and dad, and sister and girlfriend, stood and clapped and teased him, Brett could only smile as Trudy withdrew the vibrator from his red hot rectum. He quickly brought his legs down so that his asshole was not be on full view. I could see he was embarrassed. I love the fact that Brett shared his most intimate moment with me, his mom, his sister, and his girlfriend. We saw how his body tensed up, how his testicles bounced, and how his face looked at the moment of rapture.

But what was special was that his dad went over to him, and while we girls were talking about what we saw, my son gently and lovingly cleaned my grandson up, taking special care when he cleaned his son’s sex organ. I could see from Brett’s expression how special he felt that his daddy was helping him recover from his intense and stirring experience.

{End of Ch. 4)