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My parents and I have always been close and they have always been very open and truthful about family matters to me. My parents were high school sweethearts. My Mother was nineteen and my Father was twenty when I was born. As I grew older, they told me that I was the result of a heavy petting session, in the backseat of my Father's car, that quickly became passionate. My Mom's pregnancy changed all of their plans. They got married right out of high school. They had both planned on going to college, but their plans were changed.
My Dad worked part time while he went to a trade school. He eventually got an apprenticeship as a machinist. Mom stayed home until I started school. After I started school, she also went back to school. She studied nursing and worked her way to a degree and on-the-job training to become an RN. My Dad was able to continue his schooling also and earned a degree in Industrial Engineering and Production Management.
I'm in college now, but over the years, I learned that my parents had a pretty rough time in getting ahead. But I didn't know that while I was growing up. When all the other kids family's were going on vacation to the California amusement parks, my family went camping, hiking and fishing during the summer.
We did lots of fun things together. I learned things like camp cooking, how to set up camp, fishing tricks, survival skills, etc. that made summer fun for a boy. Sometimes we would hike all day or fish all day, and we would end the day by skinny dipping in a stream or lake and nude sunbathing at our campsite.
I asked why my parents had hair on their bodies and I didn't, and I asked why my Mother didn't have a "willie" like me and my Dad. They said that the body hair was something that came with age and my Mom "didn't have a 'willie' because girls were finished off more neatly than boys."
As I think back, family communal nudity was not unusual. We skinny dipped and sunbathed together on vacation and much of the time we bathed and showered together at home. This all came to an end, without an explanation, when I was nine or ten. And I never wondered my parents spent so much time washing and drying each other when we skinny dipped or bathed and showered together. We had always been a close family and there was always lots of affectionate hugging and touching between us.
I'm in my third year of college now and I never realized how close I would come to my Mom and Dad until I returned home, for the summer break, after my sophomore year.
My parents were professionally and financially successful. One of the first things they did was to purchase a vacation cabin. This became our weekend retreat.
Shortly after I came home from college, we made a trip to the cabin to open it up for the summer. The cabin was located on a hilltop at the end of a private road. My folks had slowly acquired the surrounding forest land whenever they had some extra money. Now the cabin overlooked a rather extensive private forest preserve. Along with adding to the land, they added to and improved the cabin. Things like solar hot water and supplemental electric power, a hot tub, a shop and storage building, a photography dark room, and a well stocked wine cellar.
We settled in and had dinner. Mom had found some of our old vacation photo albums while she was getting out bedding and towels. We looked at the albums while we ate. There were many black and white snapshots and instant photos of our camping trips, fishing successes and hikes. There were a number of photos of us skinny dipping and sunbathing.
Dad commented that we surely had fun back then. Mom said she really enjoyed the skinny dipping and the feel of the sun and wind on her body and she wished she could be so carefree today. Dad said he didn't see why she couldn't sunbathe here at the cabin. And there was probably enough land so that we could even build a hiking trail or two for nude walks in the woods if she wanted. They asked me what I thought and I said that as a kid I enjoyed the skinny dipping and the showering and bathing together and, as a kid, I never understood why it stopped.
Mom said maybe we ought to renew the skinny dipping tradition tonight in the hot tub. We sat silently for a moment, then nodded in agreement. We cleaned up the dinner dishes, then we agreed to meet on the patio - no swim suits allowed.
The old photos showed that Mom was a Babe, with a slim waist and legs, pert tits proudly held high and a neatly trimmed pussy. Dad was a Hunk with a slim build with meaty looking cock dangling above a low hanging ball sack.
