Familiar Stranger

Literotic asexstories – Familiar Stranger by Alex De Kok

We were carrying our groceries back to Peter’s pickup when someone tucked a flier into his hand. We couldn’t see what it was without unfolding it, and our hands were occupied, but when we got back to the pickup and finished loading the groceries into the rear of the crew cab, he opened the flier. And snorted.

“What is it, son?” I said, curious.

“A flier for the nude beach at Pilgrim’s Bay,” he said, laughing and looking more closely as something caught his eye.

“Something interesting?” I wondered.

“Possibly, yeah. Apparently July 14 is National Nude Day, and they’re offering free admission to family groups for the day.”

“Good for them!”

“Yeah, but no interest to us, is it?”

“Why not?” I said, thinking maybe this could be my chance, Molly.

He stared at me for a moment, slightly startled, I think. “Well, the beach at Pilgrim’s Bay has been nudist for at least seven years that I know of, Mom, and you’ve never expressed any interest in it before, have you?”

“Not openly, no, I haven’t,” I admitted.

He blinked. “Secretly?”

I shrugged. “The idea of nudism always appealed to me when I was younger, and when the beach first went nudist your Dad and I talked about going, but he was killed in that accident when you were thirteen and we were too busy surviving that for me to think about it again. Not for a good while, at least.”

“But now?”

“Now? Now you’re nineteen, not thirteen, taller than me now and you’ll make a great escort, and you’ll make all the other women and girls jealous of me since you’re so handsome.” And I batted my eyelashes at him before breaking into the laughter I’d been holding back after seeing the startled look on his face.

“Okay, Mom, silly time over,” he said, grinning. “Serious now. Do you really want to go to Pilgrim’s Bay on July 14 and take all of your clothes off and let everyone, everyone at Pilgrim’s Bay, at least, see you that way? Including me, of course.”

I nodded, trying to keep my cool and solemn look. “Yes, I really do. I think I’m up to it, but only if you will be my escort. Because I want to see you, too.” You and your cock.

He reached out and took my hands. “Mom, ever since I hit puberty and found out that girls actually are different to boys, I’ve wondered what you would look like without clothes. You look great in a swimsuit, especially a bikini, you’re slim, you’re fit and you always make sure we eat healthy food, so I’m pretty sure the reality will be stunning, so if you’re serious then yes, I’d be delighted to be your escort.”

Well, that was frank, and yes, he’d often seen me in my swimsuit when we used our pool. Sometimes a bikini, more often a one-piece, but I usually felt good in either. I nodded, smiling at him.

“Okay, then,” I said, “on July 14 my handsome son and I will go to Pilgrim’s Bay and take all of our clothes off and find out what this nudist thing is all about. You are free on July 14, I hope?”

“Yeah, Mom, it’s a Friday, so I’m free.” And I suspected that if he hadn’t been free, he’d have moved heaven and earth to make sure he was, since it was his first chance to see his mom with no clothes on. Of course, if we weren’t comfortable at Pilgrim’s Bay it might be his only chance. I gestured.

“Great! Okay, son, drive us home.”

And off we duly went on the short drive home. The drive was silent, but it was a comfortable silence, and Peter was pretty obviously thinking. Hell, so was I, thinking that in only a couple of days — today was the tenth — I would be seeing my son naked, and I wasn’t quite sure how I would handle that, after what my friend Molly Hunter had told me after a night out with our friends from our local book society, and that had startled me more than slightly! She’d told me that she’d been having sex with her son for about six months, but it was what she’d said next that really shook me.

“You should think about having sex with Peter, Kelly. You’re a widow, and he’s a man grown now. It would mean you being loved by someone you love and who you know loves you. You have the experience to guide him, and if Peter is anything like my Dave, he’ll have the endurance to give you a good time. A fucking great time, in fact, excuse my French.”

Well, I’d said no, of course, it just wasn’t going to happen, but Molly had just smiled.

“I’ve sown the seed, Kelly, and you’ll think about it, you won’t be able not to, and you’ll wonder. Well, I tell you straight, it’s the best sex I ever had,”

She’d been right, I did think about it, and I did wonder, but I told myself it would never happen, yet I wondered how I’d feel after we spent time together naked at Pilgrim’s Bay, and I saw what he could offer me.

Once we were home, and had the groceries duly stowed away, I made a pot of coffee and poured two cups. I always took mine black and Peter had developed a taste for it that way, too, while he was away at college, and neither of us added any sweetening. I signaled him to follow and led the way into the sitting room. I took my favorite chair and Peter sat on the couch. I looked across at him.

“You’re sure you’re okay with us going to Pilgrim’s Bay?”

He grinned. “Absolutely, Mom. I’m looking forward to it, because it means I’ll finally get to see you naked, and as I said, I’ve been curious about that for some years now. I guess I shouldn’t really be thinking that way, but hey, I’m a male, you’re an attractive female, and you are, you know, even if you are my Mom, so I do. I think that among other naked people we’ll not feel quite so — I don’t know, not embarrassed, awkward, perhaps — not feel quite so awkward, not quite so conscious of our nudity, it being the first time for us. Okay, I am nervous about it, but I’m certain there will be other nervous first-timers apart from us. And now you’ve mentioned that you’ve thought about nudism in the past, well, why not?”

“Yeah, I was thinking something similar, that’s really why I suggested us going together. Someone to hold my hand. I’m looking forward to seeing you naked as well, you know? I haven’t seen you that way since you were about nine and decided you could bathe and dress yourself without my help.” Yeah, and I’ll be thinking about what Molly told me as well.

He laughed. “Hey, I mostly managed, didn’t I? I couldn’t have been too bad.”

I laughed too. “No, you weren’t, honey, you weren’t, and you were a rock when your dad was killed You remind me of him so much. You’re almost the double of the man I married twenty-one years ago, the man I loved. The man I still love.” And I was miles and years away for a moment, remembering Peter’s father and he waited, silent. I sighed, and then smiled at him, and I think what I went on to say startled him.

“What do you think about a privacy fence for the back yard? There’s only that stretch between the garage and the back gate that needs to be done, although we’ll need a full-height gate as well. It’s about what, ten feet?”

“About that, yes, but why a privacy fence?”

“Well, we could maybe start skinny-dipping in the pool, if we’re comfortable together at Pilgrim’s Bay? I think I’d kinda like to try nudism at home as well, certainly in the pool, maybe around the house, too, if we’re okay with it?” I had always liked being naked with Peter’s father, and not just for sex, either.

“Mom, you tell me that one of the loveliest women I know might be wandering about the house, and dipping in the pool, totally naked and you ask me if I’m okay with it? Remember, I’m a teenager — okay, only just, as it’s my twentieth birthday next month — I’m a teenager, with hormones. Moreover, I’m a male teenager who thinks that the naked female form is one of the loveliest things in creation. Of course I’m okay with it!”

I laughed. “Okay, then. Now, tell me, when are you free to go to the lumber yard for the timber we’ll need for our privacy fence? And what do we do about the gate?”

“Well, if I remember right, the lumber yard sells ready-made gates and frames. We’ll just need to build it into the fence. We can get the locks and hardware, probably the paint, there as well. As for the when, how about now?”

Two hours later we were home again with everything we needed to build our privacy fence. Peter had measured up before we left home, we’d sketched the layout and we discussed the project with the manager, although not the why, and he’d calculated what we’d need, including the brackets to fasten the fence to the walls at each end. One of his employees gave us a hand to load the stuff into the pickup. Home again, we unloaded the timber and the other stuff and stored it temporarily in the garage.

“I’m free tomorrow, Mom, so I can get started on the framing after breakfast. Shouldn’t take too long to get it assembled, then I can fix the vertical cladding. Should have it all done by evening, if it goes well.”

“It would go quicker if you had help, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, of course it would. You offering?”

“Let me ring Sally, she still owes me a couple of days for the extra time I put in over the Easter period. I’ll see if I can swing it for tomorrow,” I said and headed for the phone. Sally was agreeable, in fact she told me not to come in until the Saturday, since I had no scheduled appointments until then, and I went back five minutes later with a grin on my face. “Did it. You have an assistant for tomorrow.”

“Great! We’ll start right after breakfast tomorrow, okay, Mom?

“Okay, son, right after breakfast.”

And we did, me in tank top and shorts, Peter in tee-shirt and shorts. I’m no carpenter, but I can handle a power drill and power screwdriver, so Peter gave me the job of doing the fastenings, while he handled the measuring, cutting and fitting. By mid-morning, when we broke off for a cold soda and a cookie, we had the basic framing assembled and fastened in place, the frame for the new gate in situ, and by lunch we had about half of the fence cladding uprights in place. Only needed to finish that and fit the gate, and the job would be done. We just had bacon sandwiches for lunch, quick and tasty, and by five-thirty, when we finished for the day, the privacy fence was complete and had had its first coat of paint applied.