Chapter 1 - My Mom the Nudist
I was raised in an ideal family environment. It would be safe to compare my family at that time to the Cleavers (Leave it to Beaver) of TV fame. Dad was the straight laced, three piece suit, family provider, and Mom was the angelic, dependable, perfect homemaker and parent. Some people would go so far as to say I had the best of the best. That is until I graduated high school and went off to the Marines.
Right out of boot camp I was sent to Okinawa to fulfill some political commitment the powers that be dreamed up. Anyway I was there for the remainder of my enlistment during which time my folks had split up and gotten a divorce. I really couldn't believe the news. In fact, I called my Mom to see if everything was all right with her.
Surprisingly, she sounded calm, collected, and determined to make the best of things. It seems that Dad had run off with a topless dancer, and they were living on the West Coast somewhere. That was more news that was hard to believe. I left home and the perfect family crumbled.
Well, I'm home now if you can call it that. The house was all that remained of Utopia. At least some minor things had not changed. I found a key to the back door in the same flower pot it had been in for years. Mom was at work so I let myself in, checked the refrigerator where I found a beer, and sauntered into the den. I didn't have to wait long. A sleek cherry red Corvette convertible wheeled into the driveway and came to a screeching halt very close to the garage door. The woman at the wheel was a knockout. My God, it's Mom.
Her heels clicked sharply on the driveway and the concrete steps leading to the back porch. The footsteps were muted by the indoor/outdoor carpet covering the porch. The next audible sound was that of a key rattling in the lock.
"Hi Mom," I said when the door swung open.
"Oh, my God," she cried. She dropped her purse and covered her gaping mouth with her hands. "Holy shit, Jeff," she exclaimed after regaining her composure slightly. "You scared me half to death." Quickly becoming more composed, she threw open her arms. "Come here, baby. Come to mama."
I stepped into her waiting arms trying to match her excitement with a big smile and a big hug. Her hug seemed to be just as strong as mine. It was strong enough to burn her big boobs into my chest. Oddly enough I could feel her nipples pressing against my T-shirt clad chest.
"It's good to be home, Mom. And it's really good to see you again. I think you look younger and more beautiful than when I last saw you."
"You were always such a charmer, Jeff, but it's wasted on your old mom. Have you been waiting long? Are you hungry? How long are you going to stay? . . ."
"Mom, hush. Take a deep breath. Relax."
"Oh, Jeff, I'm so glad your back. Let me go get more comfortable, and then we can talk. Don't go away now." She darted upstairs to her bedroom.
In what seemed to be only seconds, she bounded down the stairs and back into the kitchen. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, there was a sparkle in her eyes, and she was stark naked. She immediately saw my surprise.
"Oh son," she said apologetically, "I guess I could have given you a little more warning, couldn't I have?"
"Mom," I said not trying to hide my astonishment, "you're butt-assed naked."
"Yes I am, aren't I?" she said jauntily. "You see, I became a nudist after your father left, and while you were in the service. Neither one of us wrote much, so I guess this is a surprise for you."
I barely heard what she was saying. I am 22 years old, and this is the very first time I have ever seen my mother naked not to mention standing unabashed not three feet away from me. Adding to the chaos of the situation, she is an extremely attractive woman even if she is forty years old. I offer no apology for the fact that my Marine Corps trained cock was well on its way to standing at attention.
"Jeff," Mom said softly. "I know this is all strange and uncomfortable for you, but I am happy with the new me. C'mon son, be happy with me. In fact, why don't you get naked too? It's the ultimate freedom. You'll see."
"Mom, the last time I was naked in the room with a beautiful woman we didn't sit around and talk about old times."
"What did you do?" she asked trying seriously to convey an air of innocence in her tone.
"Don't worry about it, okay?."
"But I'm your mother, Jeff."
"You're also one hell of an attractive woman, and . . and, your tits are driving me out of my mind." My cock was at half mast at least by now.
"That's very flattering, Jeff. Why don't you get out of those clothes, and let's see what we can do to resolve this situation. Please," she purred. She even bent down and toyed with my belt buckle.
"Mom, I'm not a little boy anymore," I argued.
"Show me," she said seductively. By now she had my belt loosened and the top button to my fatigues unbuttoned. "I've never seen you naked as a young man. You have the advantage on me, don't you think?"
I stood up, and four hands grappled at my pants and shorts. In nothing flat I was standing in front of her butt naked with my cock standing at full attention.
"My word," she sighed, "you are a young man, aren't you?"