Pamela Travis focused on the pavement in front of her as she negotiated her Grand Cherokee down the forest road. The young mother had never driven this stretch of the county road before and its unfamiliarity worried her. Pamela glanced to her right and nervously smiled. Her fourteen-year old son Bobby slept peacefully in the front passenger seat, blissfully unaware of his mother’s worried thoughts.
Although it had been sunny and clear when the two left Kensington Corners for the surprise visit to her sister, Pamela had noticed the dark band of clouds in her rear view mirror shortly before she made the turn onto the forest road. She had hoped to cut some time off the trip to her younger sister Robin’s cabin by taking what appeared to be a shortcut on her map. But it was now clear to her that the forest road was too narrow to allow her to travel as fast as she had hoped. It looked like they would not make it to Robin’s until after dark. The silence in the Jeep made Pamela even more nervous. She glanced once again at her sleeping son and smiled. Pamela loved to dote on her boy. He was becoming a man, voice cracking and everything, he’s even a bit taller than herself and Pamela thought that this might be the last trip she would be able to take with him before he became more involved with his school friends and the inevitable distancing would begin. Pamela felt a pang of loneliness and realized that she wanted the company of her son.
Whether you want to call us Naturists or Nudists, it makes no difference. It's the same thing.
My name is Elena. I'm seventeen. My brother's name is Val and he's fifteen.
Our parents, Rocco and Marie, have always been naturists, living in those private colonies we all hear about.
So, our young lives were spared the awkwardness of non-awareness, right from the get-go.
From the moment we could comprehend, we were told about why boys and girls have different bodies, and contrary to what you might hear, we were specifically forbidden to experiment on each other - that is, Val and me, while we were kids.
As we aged and comingled with other kids in the colony, there was the inevitable pairing off in the woods by adolescents, but that was no different than the same rituals practiced in cities, except we had a head start, being already naked, when the time came to finally experiment with a boy.
Also, to let you in on a little secret, it's NOT true that years of nudity could prevent a boy from sporting an erection when he was excited.
Some boys got erect from a cool breeze. Others got erect in the company of other boys, Val told me, even though there was no touching or apparent gay behavior. Could those be piss hardons?
This is a true story that happened 3 years ago.
My mother is a typical Indian woman, I never thought of her as beautiful, just normal, she always wore sari's that were quite baggy, she was 36 years old and I was 19, she had brought me up by herself as my father died before I was born, due to a accident at work, She was a dutiful mother and at no time did I see her show any interest in another man.
We had our own business dealing in groceries, the shop was very profitable, and we had no money worries.
One day I was sitting at home watching the television when my mother came home from the shop and informed me that she had been invited to a banquet to honour her achievements in the grocery business, she said that normally she always refused the yearly bash, but as she was to be honoured thought that she should attend, I was sort of half listening and half watching the TV, my mother raised her voice and asked what I thought, I replied I thought she should go, at which she then informed me that she would need a escort for the evening, I questioned who she was thinking of taking at which my mother said I was hoping you would come with me, as I would not dream of going with another man, and more important I know of no men, I'm still married to your father and that would be disrespectful, I said but mother he has been dead for nearly 20 years now, don't you think you are entitled to some fun in your life.
It was a warm summer evening, and my mother and I were catching the last of the sun on the balcony of my apartment. The balcony was fairly narrow, and our sun beds were angled towards the sun, with me beside and slightly behind my mother, which gave me the opportunity to study her body without her being aware of my scrutiny. She was wearing a new two-piece yellow swimsuit — not exactly a bikini, but surprisingly revealing and very daring for my mother. The top consisted of two half-cups that supported rather than concealed her breasts, and the bottom rode low on her hips, affording me a view of much of her slightly-curved belly, and when seen from behind stretched alluringly over her bottom, barely covering her cheeks, and for a moment I felt my penis stiffen slightly before I remembered it was my mother I was looking at.