“Shall we go across and let Kara introduce us?”
“I guess so, Mom, she must have told them who we are, I suppose.”
“Soon find out, so let’s go.” I turned to Josh and Grace. “I guess this is family, okay?”
“Of course it is,” said Grace. “You and Peter go and say your hellos. Me, I’m about ready to head home. Tell you this, though, I’m glad we came.”
“Yes!” said Donna. “Ellie was right, it’s fun being naked!”
“Going to join?” I asked. “I think we will. Like Donna’s friend says, it is fun being naked.”
“Perhaps we will,” said Grace. “Nice to have met you both, and maybe, if we become members, we’ll see you here again some time.”
“Perhaps we will, but for now, adios!” I said.
“Great to have met you both,” said Josh. “Peter? If you take that module we discussed, and if you need any official input, I’m based at the South precinct. Okay?”
“Very okay. Thanks, Josh. Look after your mom, you two,” he said to David and Donna, who both nodded smiling agreement, and then we moved away to go across to where Kara sat with her friends.
She’d seen us coming, and stood as we moved across. The group of people with her fell silent and turned smiling faces towards us. Kara stood and moved the few feet to where Peter and I waited. She moved between us, turned to face her friends and took our hands in hers.
“Okay, folks, like I said, my sister Kelly, and my nephew, Peter.” She gestured to her friends and rattled off their names, none of which rang any bells, and which I’d pretty much forgotten by the time we left, an hour or so later. One name I think Peter would remember was that of a friend of Christine’s, Olivia Juarez, green-eyed, olive-skinned and gorgeous, even to my eyes. Yeah, Christine came back after Peter and I had been there a half hour or so and I was warmed by the obvious welcome and approval in her affectionate greeting. Eventually, though, Peter and I said our goodbyes and headed off back towards the admin block.
“So, what do you think, Peter? Shall we join? My vote is yes, I enjoyed myself. I just like being naked, I guess.”
“I vote yes as well, Mom. Dunno how often I’ll actually come, but I like it here.”
“We’ll come together, at least the first few times, until we make our own friends here. Plenty of time to go our separate ways later.” I laughed. “Kara says it took her about three visits.” She and Christine are coming around for a swim next week, probably Wednesday, late afternoon. You free?”
“I think so, yes. Well, we’re back at the admin block, so time to put our clothes back on. Funny, I don’t really want to.”
“Me either,” I said. “We’ll skinny-dip when we get home, eh? And spend the evening naked, just for the fun of it.” I grinned, and he laughed.
“Absolutely, Mom.”
“Okay, time to put our clothes back on and then we’ll see about membership. Kara said to use her name as sponsor.”
“Good for Aunt Kara.”
Half an hour later, we were officially probationary members of Pilgrim’s Bay Sun Club and took ourselves cheerfully off home. My Honda safely garaged, we went into the house. In the hallway, I turned to Peter.
“I’m going to go and get naked, sweetie. It’s just coming up to three, and to be honest I just don’t feel like cooking today. Takeaway again suit you?”
“Yes, please! Chinese this time?”
“Suits me. I’ll order it around six, for delivery about seven, eh?”
“It’s Friday, Mom, order it now. They could be busy later, but we’ll be well up in the queue if we order now.”
“True. Selection for two?”
“With extra spring rolls? I’ve got quite an appetite after being out in the fresh air at the beach.”
I laughed. “Okay, extra spring rolls it is. See you in the pool in ten minutes, okay?”
“Ten it is, Mom.”
We enjoyed our swim together, as always, but there was an extra zing to it with us both being naked. Finished, we showered — separately — then collapsed on armchair and couch in the sitting room, still naked. I grinned across at Peter and gestured at myself.
“So, son, how does your naked Mom compare to the other naked ladies you’ve seen today?”
“Mom, to me there were only four, possibly five, women there that really caught my eye. You, most of all, mostly because you’re my Mom, but Aunt Kara, Christine and her friend, Olivia, and Grace Koniski, too. Okay, there were other women there who might possibly be considered by some men to be more attractive, but my family members and our new friends are the ones who stand out in my recollection, although if she was five or six years older I think I’d be adding Donna to the list.”
“I’m slightly surprised you included Grace Koniski?”
“Dunno why, Mom. Okay, she’s probably a few pounds overweight, but those pounds are nicely distributed, she’s a thoroughly nice woman and once she managed to relax, very easy on this male’s eye.” He laughed and gave me a wry look. “Impossible though it most likely is, if I ever had the chance to bed her I’d be there in a heartbeat.”
Probably to his relief, I let out a snort of laughter. “You would, eh? You like the idea of sex with older women, do you?”
He nodded. “Some, yes. Grace for one, Aunt Kara for another.” A pause. “But most of all, you.” He waited, looking anxiously at me, probably waiting for the explosion.
“Me? You know that’s unlikely, don’t you?” Liar! Even as I said it, I felt a pulse in my pussy at the thought of his cock in me.
“Yeah, I know, but I guess I’m like a lot of other young guys, attracted sexually to our mothers.”
“Ah, the Oedipus complex. So, are you saying you’re sexually attracted to me?”
“Yes, I am. Very much so. You’re my dream MILF.”
“MILF?”
“Yes, MILF. It’s an acronym, stands for Mom I’d Love to Fuck, so, MILF.”
“I see,” I said, my tone gentle. “I’ve seen the term, guessed it was something sexual, but wasn’t sure of the meaning. So, I’m your dream MILF, am I?”
“Absolutely, with Aunt Kara a very close second.”
I smiled. “I don’t think you’d better tell her, given that she’s the Assistant District Attorney. You might get yourself arrested.”
“No, I guess not.” He studied me for a moment. “Mom? Why aren’t you reacting, telling me off?”
I laughed. “I should be, shouldn’t I, because it’s not every day a woman finds out she’s her own son’s dream MILF, you know? Especially not when the two of us are absolutely bare-ass naked.”
“I guess not, and I guess it’s time to apologize for being so crass. So, sorry, Mom. I’m really sorry I offended you.”
“Who said anything about being offended? If anything, I’m flattered.”
“You are?” he said, obviously surprised at what he was hearing.
“Yes, I am. It’s quite pleasing for a forty-one year old woman to learn that a nineteen year old guy finds her sexually desirable, even if he is her son. But that’s enough of that for now. If you can manage to act normally for the rest of the day we’ll stay naked and enjoy our new nudist lifestyle, maybe have another swim and look forward to our Chinese takeaway, later.” I fixed him with my rare ‘mom’ look. “Well?”
“My lips are sealed, Mom, but I think that swim is a damn good idea!”
“Come on, then! Race you!”
I beat him into the pool, but only just, and we played around like a couple of kids, thoroughly enjoying ourselves, until eventually I signaled ‘stop’.
“The takeaway will be here soon, so let’s get showered. Want to share the shower? I’d like it if you washed my back?”
“Lead the way, Mom.”
The shower in my bathroom was plenty big enough for two, and we both enjoyed the shared moment, if the smile on Peter’s face was any indication. And yes, he washed my back, and I enjoyed the feel of his hands on my skin as he applied the gel, getting a rich lather going. Finished, he gave my shoulder a squeeze.
“Back all done, Mom.”
“No, it’s not. Do my ass and legs as well, please?”
“You sure?”
“Oh, get on with it, of course I’m sure!”
“Yes, ma’am.” And that was a labor of love for him, I feel sure, given the caressing that was his hands on me. To do my legs he found it easiest to kneel and I moved my feet apart to give him access, feeling a tingle deep in my core as his hands moved up to wash my pussy. I stifled a groan of pleasure as his fingers applied the lather, but a muffled snort escaped me, mostly humor, I think, and I moved my feet a little further apart to give him better access. He certainly made sure my pussy and ass were clean!
“Okay, Mom, rinse off,” he said, wriggling to his feet.
“Thanks, honey,” I said. “Turn around and I’ll do your back now. And I won’t forget your ass,” I added, with a laugh.
We both knew we were clean when we’d finished. His erection had hardened a little — well, more than a little – while we were in the shower, and I had a good look, although I didn’t say anything. I suspect that the smile and nod I gave him was encouraging, though. Finished, I turned the water off and I reflected that it was a good thing the shower was electric, because if it wasn’t we’d definitely have been finishing up by having a cold shower. I had big fluffy towels ready for us and I suspect that Peter thoroughly enjoyed watching me dry my tits. I certainly enjoyed watching him dry his cock and balls just as much.
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