Seven Days with Mom - Sex Stories

Seven Days with Mom

... inquired.

"We had a great time. Initially, we were a bit shy, but since nearly everybody was in the buff, we too got into the mood. At night, your dad and I made l love in the water. That was the first time I did it in the sea. They rated women. You know, she's got a dark, thick bush, so she's 7. She's got large nipples, so she's 8, that sort of thing. They asked me to rate men based on how big their thing was. On the first day, all four of us had hair down there. But the next morning, when we came down to the beach from our cottages, all four of us were as clean as a baby's bottom. Roger, or Hairy Roger, had the thickest bush and then it was completely gone in the morning. It was he who told me that when men mow their lawns, it makes their thing look bigger. In the evening, there was a party at the beach, so we went there and partied the whole night. The boys told lewd jokes and asked me what I and your dad did in the bedroom and what I enjoyed most, things like that," she continued.

"Didn't they rate you?" I asked.

"Of course, they did. I was in the hall of fame. Your dad told Bill and Roger that the only reason they wanted to come to the nudist beach was because they wanted to see me. Bill and Roger didn't deny it. They wanted to go again, but it didn't pan out. Then after your dad...you know, wasn't here anymore, Betty asked me to move here, so I moved here."

I stood up and ran to the creek to take "care" of myself as holding any longer was ...

... impossible.

"Done?" she asked as I tiptoed back.

"What?" I said.

"You've left Little Ians swimming there," she replied.

"Maybe we will soon have more baby fish," I said, sitting down on the grass.

She didn't react or reply.

"So, who has been around the block the most?" I asked as I felt it was my turn to quiz her.

"I think that would be Derek's mom," she said as she got up to get one more beer from her bag.

"She has done everything I think," she continued.

"What do you mean?"

"Two guys, with another woman...you name it."

"Have you fancied that?"

"What, two guys? Yeah," she said as she lay down again on the grass.

"I meant a woman," I said.

"Oh! But I can try. No harm in trying, right?"

"You said you take 'care' of yourself. Do you really?"

"Sometimes, yes. But not all the time like you. Sometimes."

"Wow! I had no idea," I replied.

"Why? Only Mount Everest needs care and not this Garden of Eden?"

"I just didn't think of that, that's all," I said.

"So how old were you when you did it for the first time?" I asked, taking another drag of the joint.

"Eighteen," she replied. Her blue eyes were closed, and her blonde hair was spread around her face and head.

"To cut a long story short, he was your grandpa's friend. Your grandpa owed him money. Instead of giving him money, he gave me."

"That's bullshit," I exclaimed.

That was the first time I had used a swear word in front of her, but it came out instinctively.

"He had me in a ...