My Naked Mother And Me - Pt 11 (Nudists share secrets!)
Time went by. The sun was getting low. – Hi there A voice felt like a dream. – Hi you! Are you asleep? I felt the voice right above me. I woke up and opened my eyes. Everything was blurry. Me: Hi, mom. I said, stretching my arms. – Mom? Are you here with your mom? She laughed. I rubbed my eyes and saw again. A dark-skinned girl was standing above me. Bit by bit, I saw her. I saw her face and, it was an Indian girl, she was wearing a white bikini. Long black hair, nearly covering her ass. Her face was beautiful. She looked like a South Indian girl. Dark face, with a big smile that made a dimple. A pointy nose and shiny dark brown eyes. It felt like a dream. – Hello there! Are you drunk? She asked, and I snapped out. I felt naked for the first time. It felt like I was back in India, lying naked in front of people. I covered myself. She started to laugh. – Chill, I’m not here to judge. We are in Cap, after all. Why are you covering? Little by little, I came back to my send. For how was I sleep? It was dawn already. Then I saw myself covering my cock with myself. I started to laugh. Me: Shit, you scared me. You look like an Indian as well. I thought I was back in India. She laughed with me. Her laughter was so peaceful and warm. She: Sorry for scaring you. Me: Hi, I’m Menmax. Who may you be? She: I’m Anjali. Nice to meet you. I stood up, covered my towel around my waist and gave her a handshake. Me: Anjali? So you are from India? What are you doing here in Cap? Anjali: Yea, Tamil from Chennai. It’s a long story how I got here. Me: Hi! Me too! What a coincidence! Now I’m really curious! Would you like to join me for some food? I’m starving! You can tell me your story there. Anjali: You know what! I would be glad to. I’m starving as well! We started to walk Me: Are you here all by yourself? Anjali: No, no, I’m with my family! Me: Oh, is that so? A Tamil family in Cap d Agde? That’s something new, I must say! Anjali: You tell me, you’re here with your mother? Me: Yea, it is a long story. We laughed. We found a restaurant right nearby and went inside. The weightier greeted us and showed us a table. Me: So tell me, how come you and your family ended up in Cap? Anjali: It’s a crazy story. I don’t want to scare you away! Me: Try me! It won’t be anything crazier than mine. I’m here with my mother, remember? Anjali: Now I’m really curious, mister. Waiter: what my I bring this lovely couple? The waiter interrupted. We ordered some food. Me: You go first then, then I will tell you mine. Anjali: Well, my family is well established in Tamilnadu. My mother is a housewife. My father is a businessman who hardly had time for his family. There were always some crazy fights between mom and dad. Anjali: They were about to divorce because of how toxic their relationship had become and how it affected me mentally. They decided to give their relationship the last chance. They followed advice from my dad’s co-worker to spice some things up that they should be more sexually active and open. Anjali: They went traveling without me, like a honeymoon. They were like a whole new couple like newly married when they returned. It shocked me, but I was glad. It made me so happy to see them like that. But it didn’t last long, some months after they returned to the same old fighting again. Waiter: Here’s your food. I hope you like it! As soon as the food was on the table, my mind went blurry off my hunger. I took a bite and then another one, then another one. I snapped back and saw her watching me rather waiting to finish her story. I felt a small embarrassment but laughed it away. Me: Sorry, it’s my first meal after breakfast. So your parents started to fight again? What happened next? Anjali: Hunger is not a joke, I understand. She took a bite of her meal and said. Anjali: Yea, they started to fight again, and I got so angry! I yelled at them. I asked them what was wrong with them. Why are you guys like this?! And guess what they told me? Me: What? Anjali: It’s because of me. Me: What?! What did you do? Anjali: Right? Just hear me out. She took a big breath and Anjali: They told me how sexually active they were when traveling. They visited a nudist beach were nude all the time. They had sex whenever they wanted, and how horny they were. They felt like a new couple again. Anjali: But when they returned, they couldn’t continue with me living with them! Things weren’t the same anymore. They missed the attraction they had for each other. Can you believe it?! Me: I do understand it, yea. It’s typical for a couple to lose their sex interest. It’s usually pretty hard to bring the old fire back. With you there with them and how busy your dad seems to be, I understand their frustration, I guess? Anjali: So brutally honest you were, mister? Me: Sorry, but it is the truth, right? Anjali: Yeah, you’re right, that’s why I told them to continue their sexual activity in the home, that it didn’t bother me at all. It’s not like I’m eavesdropping when you guys are having sex in your room anyway? Me: I don’t think they meant their room? Anjali: Gosh, don’t interrupt. It makes me feel stupid now. Yeah, you were right. They meant sex everywhere, like in the living area, in the kitchen. They explained it to me. I was shocked, but I didn’t want them to separate. I agreed. I was turned on hearing this. My cock was already getting hard under the table. Me: So you watch them fucking each other? Anjali: No! I leave to my room when they start doing it. But by the time I started to get used to it. I sometimes end up watching them. Me: Do you like it? Anjali: No gross! There is no limit to their language when they fuck either. Mom moans so loud! Like: ‘Fuck me hard! Fuck me in my asshole, tear my pussy apart,’ and they even do it in Tamil. Anjali crossed her legs while telling this. Me: Sound like you like it, though.