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Young teen girl's world expands when her mom and she move in with a man...and a boy her age.
The Widower’s Boy
by CrackCorn
So
Tom my dear husband. You ask how I got to enjoy playing our body games,
and why I like raising our kids in this naked little family of ours. I
decided to write an account for you of my teen years when these
attitudes began. I didn’t start out as a libertine. Like most girls I
was modest, and quite ignorant of the pleasures of the body. But a big
change came into my life which….well, read on. Maybe my story will
satisfy your curiosity.
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As you know, I never knew my father. He boogied soon after I was born
leaving my mom, then 19, to raise me, with a little early help from my
grandparents. Mom worked, shopped, cooked, kept house, took online
courses to further her career, and tended to me, her little girl. She
was (still is) a beautiful woman, naturally curious and sociable, but
she focused on her work, historical research, and on raising me. As the
internet developed she could do more of her work from home, so we were
together a lot and were always close. She didn’t have any boyfriends
that I knew of. But when I was 11 she met Jack. Jack’s wife had died,
leaving him to raise his son Timmy alone. I knew Timmy from school. He
was one grade ahead of me, a very cute boy, real smart and rather
quiet. After his mom died a darkness grew around him—he turned into a
loner at school. Mom called him the “sad widower’s boy.”
With Jack in her life Mom seemed to blossom. She got more stylish, wore
more colorful (and alluring) clothes. Sometimes when Mom and Jack went
to dinner or a concert they would hire a sitter to watch both Timmy and
me—sometimes at our place, sometimes at Jack’s. So I got to know Timmy
somewhat. He was polite, distant, somber, mostly alone reading or
working on school projects. So I spent a lot of this time with the
sitter and the TV.
Well, a year passed and a
life-changing event occurred. Mom and Jack decided since they liked
each other so much they should live together. They also decided Mom and
I would move into Jack’s house—it was bigger and all paid off. Jack was
an editor and a writer for some national publications. He was also
slender, smart, attractive, a distance runner, and was kind of a snappy
dresser. But this was pretty scary—me and Mom suddenly living in a
house with a man and his son.
After we moved Jack and
Mom quickly became a team and organized activities for all of us
including assigned chores, movie & pizza outings, a hike in a
nature preserve, and of course family dinners. This gave us all a
chance to get to know each other better. Timmy was the question mark.
He passively went along with things but said little, seldom made eye
contact, and never seemed to enjoy himself. I knew Mom was watching
him, sometimes with an expression of pity, sometimes concern. She could
cheer up almost anybody, but hadn’t made much progress with this sad
boy. Maybe Timmy resented having another mother in the picture after
his was gone. If it weren’t for the sadness Timmy might have had
friends. He was not mean in any way, and so smart! He was also very
nice-looking, had smooth skin and black hair. I tried to engage him in
activities like shooting hoops and biking around—he’d do a few things
but continued quiet and withdrawn. You might expect an older boy to be
rough on a young girl like me, but Timmy never picked on me or
indicated much interest one way or another.
After a
while we seemed to feel more comfortable, maybe a little like a normal
family though I really didn’t know what that was. Jack became the first
father-type person I’d ever had. He was a great conversationalist,
especially after a glass or two of wine, and helped me with homework,
with my bike, whatever he could. He and Mom were playful with each
other—maybe ‘demonstrative’ is a good word for it, the way they touched
each other and seemed to share romantic secrets. You could feel the
energy between them. I adjusted to the changes, and still had my girl
friends. Timmy stayed on the periphery. He did well at school, but
continued joyless and moody. We all worried about him. Mom, however,
devised a plan—a plan that included me!
I noticed Mom
starting to spend more time physically close to Timmy. Maybe it was
about his homework, showing him something in a magazine, or checking
the fit of his clothes. She would softly put a hand on his shoulder,
let her hair fall on him, maybe let her subtle perfume emanate, give
him undivided attention—and study his reactions. I noticed her dressing
more casually, wearing only PJs, or only a thin housecoat that
sometimes came a little bit open. Timmy actually did seem to perk up
and smile helplessly at these attentions, then would return to his
somber place.
One day after school Mom told me her
plan, and my part in it. “Timmy is still so sad, but I think he’s ready
to move into the next stage of life, even without his mom. Have you
noticed me teasing and kind of flirting with him?” I said I did and
that he seemed to like it a little. “You see,” she said, “he’s reached
an age where he’s becoming attracted to females. That attraction could
pull him right out of that sadness.” This was new territory for me.
“Well, this is where you come in Annie. I need your help. You have a
beautiful little body, one he’d probably find more interesting than my
old one.” I told her she had a beautiful body and that maybe she really
knew how to use it. “Hah! Maybe I do have some tricks. But I want you
to help, if you will. With two of us we could maybe make some real
progress.” What should I do, I asked her. “Here’s an idea. You’re not
doing the best in math this year. Timmy is good at it. Ask him to help
you, maybe an hour before bedtime. Wear pajamas, long ones at first so
we don’t scare him, but after a while maybe something more comfortable.
Your being with him might help take his mind off his mother.”
I had to admit that year I was struggling in math. Also, I was starting
to admire the looks of certain boys at school, but I never knew what to
do about it. Her suggestions seemed a little manipulative, but also
exciting. “You mean I should sit close, let him peek down my top and
stuff like that?” I asked. She told me I had exactly the right idea,
and I’d figure it out as we went along. I said I’d try so long as she
gave me pointers, and kept an eye on things.
“We’ll
start tonight,” She said, “take a shower after dinner and use that
nice-smelling soap I gave you. When you’re both in PJs about 8:30 ask
him to help you with your math homework. You can use the little couch
and work on the coffee table.” I began to see how dealing with boys
could involve planning.
So later in the evening Mom
had us get ready for bed. Jack built a warm fire. I asked Timmy if he
could please help me with my homework. He seemed surprised but said OK.
I wore flannel PJs with long bottoms and a top with long sleeves.
Timmy’s were similar but of thinner cotton. We sat side by side on the
love seat. Timmy concentrated on the math and actually did help me
understand some of it. But any curiosity from him about my body was
undetectable—I was becoming more curious about his body than he was
about mine. I told him I had to pee and in the bathroom undid the top 3
buttons. Mom was nearby when I returned and gave me a secret approving
smile. I didn’t have much chest development, but I learned that with a
13-year-old boy you don’t need much. He seemed to lose some focus on
the math when I sat closer and let the PJ top fall forward. I also had
my leg against his while I pretended to be zeroing in on the math. When
we finished Timmy headed for bed. Mom said “Well done.” As I settled in
bed I thought about Timmy—did the sadness lift a little during homework
time, or was it my excitement at being close to a boy? I thought about
what to wear next time. And I thought a lot about his body—his smooth
skin and dark hair, and what might lie beneath the PJs.
On subsequent nights I got more daring, tried different looser, thinner
tops, and then an oversize T-shirt and panties. Jack was generally
there to build a fire, and long PJs got to be too warm. One night Timmy
distracted me badly when he said “phew it’s hot,” and took off his top.
His bare chest and shoulders looked so nice, and I really enjoyed our
legs and arms touching while we worked. It seemed Timmy might even be
looking forward to ‘math time.’ One result of all this was my curiosity
about Timmy’s smooth-skinned body exploded, sometimes keeping me awake
after bedtime. Another was Mom’s continued approval of how I was
contributing to the project. And a third was actually much better math
grades!
Well, Mom had more strategies. One Saturday
she took us to a department store. First stop: a little bra and some
panties for me. I was wearing a snug sweater and, knowing her game, I
let Mom hold up different bras to my chest while Timmy looked on with
curiosity. Later we got underwear for Timmy—Mom queried him at length
about whether he preferred briefs or boxers, and which were more
comfortable for his boy equipment. I was grinning like a fool at his
discomfort, and he finally said “boxers I guess, please.”
Another day she gave us laundry instructions, said our loads should be
combined to save energy, and had us sort clothes by fabric and color.
For example we combined our whites in one load, so my panties and
Timmy’s undies got mixed together. Again, I knew her game and happily
went along. Timmy seemed more interested in the machine controls. Mom
had us together hanging it out and sorting and folding the laundry when
it came off the line.
One evening Timmy and I were
next to the fire doing math in our nightwear, and Mom was shopping
online. She looked straight at us, said she was going to order some
clothes for us and had to get measurements. She fetched a cloth
measuring tape, pen and paper, and put a kitchen chair near the
fireplace. She had me stand on the chair and she starting measuring.
She asked Jack to write down the numbers. First my shoulder to waist
with the the tape running over my T-shirt and little titty. When she
wrapped the tape around my chest I watched Timmy who was somber but
paying close attention. I felt my little nipples stiffen. Then the
pants inseam with one end of the tape in my crotch with my panties. I
gasped a little, and noticed Timmy almost smiling. Then his turn. He
had on thin PJ bottoms and no shirt. I positioned myself so the
firelight might help me see through the fabric. With his inseam Mom
seemed to have a little trouble finding the right crotch position for
that end of the tape. I think she scrunched up or moved around whatever
he had there. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. Since I
was a girl I understood Mom’s tricks. I also believed boys weren’t
usually clever enough to figure these things out.
Mom’s next ploy confirmed my suspicion that Jack was completely
involved in her schemes. In the bathroom that we kids used Mom replaced
the old, torn shower curtain, but with a transparent vinyl one! About
the same time the lock on the door handle mysteriously became
inoperable. I complained to her about it. She smiled, winked at me and
said “Sometimes girls have to pee when boys are in the shower.” I began
to understand how crafty, determined and comprehensive Mom’s program
was. I told her she should be the first to walk in on Timmy. The next
morning she did. I watched from the hall. She casually said, “Excuse me
Timmy, I’ve got to get something out of the vanity.” I got a little
glimpse of the naked boy behind the misty curtain. The next time he was
showering it was my turn. With Mom’s urging I walked in and said
“Sorry, I’ve got to pee,” and sat on the toilet watching him. He kept
his back to me. When I flushed the toilet and pulled up my panties he
jumped because the shower got hot and forced him much closer to the
transparent curtain. I gawked at his beautiful self including a nice
rear end, and saw his determination to keep facing away from me.
I told my best friend Nadia about seeing Timmy in the shower, so almost
immediately my other friends also knew all about it. The consensus was
that I was real lucky to be able to see this good-looking boy
showering, and to actually have him living right in the house with me.
They urged me to keep trying to see more, and then tell them all about
it. Nadia though was not completely joyful. It seemed she might be a
little smitten with my good-looking “stepbrother” and maybe was jealous
of my access to him.
I didn’t go for “What’s good for
the goose is good for the gander.” Wearing panties and a thin T-shirt
was one thing, but I no way wanted Timmy getting a look at my whole
naked body. It seemed so boyish compared both to my mom’s and to some
of my friends’. Maybe it was snotty of me but I liked it that I could
peep at him but he couldn’t peep at me. I showered quickly when I was
sure he was sleeping or out of the house. However, I walked in on him
every chance I got. I brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, washed my
face—whatever would keep me at the sink where I could see him in the
mirror. Sometimes he seemed to study my face in the mirror, maybe
gauging my interest in getting a look at him. When I reported this to
Mom she was quite pleased. She said we were definitely making progress,
and I should keep it up. And she asked me if Timmy had seen me in the
shower. “Not yet” I said, “I’m too smart.”
“Or chicken,” she said.
My perfect record was shattered one early morning when I was sure Timmy
was sleeping. Just as I started rinsing shampoo out of my hair with my
eyes closed. I sensed a little movement of the shower curtain caused by
the door opening. I turned toward the wall but I don’t think in time
because I heard Timmy say “Good morning, good-looking.” I then heard
his pee hitting the toilet bowl. He kindly did not flush as this would
affect my water temperature. When I opened my eyes he was gone, but I
felt a cold thrill of exposure. The rest of the day he kept smiling at
me. Mom noticed and privately asked what happened. I told her, hanging
my head. Mom just smiled, and asked if it wasn’t fun. I said “Not at
all,” but as I replayed the scene in my mind I actually felt it
actually was exciting as well as scary.
I watched the
body play of our little “family.” Mom often wore a loose robe which
would partially open as she worked in the kitchen or walked around. You
might see a long, beautiful leg almost all the way up, or glimpse her
breasts wobbling freely under the fabric. Jack sure enjoyed this—he
frequently gave Mom happy smiles, or stood pinning her to the counter
and giving (and getting) kisses and touches. They were so happy with
each other, and I was happy for Mom. Timmy continued mostly gloomy and
quiet, but when Mom was carelessly (or perhaps very carefully)
partially robed he seemed always to be in position to get a view. She’d
bend down to check his schoolwork or something on the table, or just to
talk to him, and she’d lay her hand on his arm or leg while
simultaneously giving him little views down her front. One time when
she was particularly attentive Timmy kept adjusting his pants. Mom saw
this too and winked at me—I took this to mean that something was
stirring in his privates.
The drift toward careless
dress continued. Jack was a slender, handsome man, and in good shape
from running. He started showing up for morning coffee in just plaid
boxer shorts. I was fascinated by his muscles, the golden hairs on his
legs and chest, and the movement of things inside the boxers. Mom would
sometimes walk around with the robe somewhat open in front, and
languidly fasten the belt after she encountered me or Timmy and engaged
us in some topic. One day she told me she enjoyed sleeping naked, and
on warm days wished she could stay that way. She also told me I could
go topless or completely naked in the house if I wanted. I said “Fat
chance.” At the time I didn’t fully comprehend Mom’s and Jack’s
intentions and where they would inevitably lead. Mom asked Timmy if it
bothered him if her robe didn’t always cover everything. He replied in
a level, disinterested monotone that it didn’t—but it was the right
answer, because afterward she became even more careless about covering
up. I followed her lead by coming to breakfast in one of my new bras.
Mom smiled at this. Jack smiled too—not just because it was part of the
Timmy program, but also I think because he enjoyed seeing me quite
exposed. There got to be a lot of bare skin at breakfast.
At school Nadia noticed my improved math grades and even asked for help
from me! How come I wasn’t struggling with the formulas anymore? I told
her about my “tutor” and how we’d go over my assignments after we got
ready for bed. “You’re in pajamas?” she asked. “Yep, and so is he! My
mom thought he might forget about his dead mother for a while if he had
to focus on helping little old me.” I sensed a flash of maybe jealousy
run through her. So I suggested she could sleep over and get some
tutoring too. Our moms worked it out. Mom told Timmy he’d have two
girls to tutor the next night. Nadia came home with me after school. In
my bedroom she pulled PJs out of her backpack—they were long flannels
and quite safe. “Will these be OK?” I said “Sure, but I’ll probably
wear a T-shirt and panties.” She was shocked, but began to consider she
might be at a competitive disadvantage. I offered to loan her a big
T-shirt but she indignantly said “no way!” Then “Well, I’ll think about
it.”
During dinner the parents indirectly pursued the
cheer-up-Timmy program. Mom talked of when she was our age, risqué dare
games, and how boys were always pestering her. This didn’t surprise—as
a woman she was beautiful and spunky so she was probably quite a draw
as a girl. Jack also related some wild boy-and-girl times far away from
parents at “the old swimming hole.” Our young lives seemed so tame by
comparison, so programmed, so dominated by TVs and computers. It was
wild having Mom and Jack tell their racy tales. They showed that with a
little bravery and planning some really exciting things could happen.
A couple hours later Mom said “time to get ready for bed.” Jack built a
crackling fire. It was obvious he was all-in on Mom’s project,
especially after seeing its positive effects on Timmy, and he probably
enjoyed my déshabille. In my bedroom Nadia asked to borrow a
T-shirt. She seemed anxious and very deliberate about how she dressed
for the tutoring. It seemed clearer than ever that she was quite
interested in Timmy. We did some negotiating, and settled on almost
identical panties and T-shirts from which Mom had cut the sleeves as
part of the Timmy-rehab program—they allowed little side views of
girls’ chest development. Nadia had titties about like mine, maybe a
little bigger. I thought she would look quite appealing to Timmy with
her long legs, beautiful face and projecting chest. I told her to not
slouch and let her chest stick out. She was nervous about wearing so
little, but seemed reassured that I was encouraging her to be beautiful
for the nice, sad, boy.
We gathered with our homework
at the little table by the fireplace. Timmy wore boxers and a loose
T-shirt and sat between us. I was on high alert for all the body things
going on. Mom and Jack sat away from us and chatted, no doubt
surreptitiously enjoying the little drama. My nipples started poking
out and I kind of pointed them toward Nadia to show her what she should
do. She got the hint, and leaned forward in such a way that Timmy could
see her little breast through the armhole. She had a hard time focusing
on the work, but Timmy was good at asking questions to get her to
think, and we made progress. It got quite warm. Timmy again said “Phew
it’s hot in here,” and took off his shirt. His smooth skin really
looked nice. Nadia turned pink. I wasn’t sure at the time whether Timmy
was teasing us, was simply enjoying the parent-sanctioned body
adventure, or wanted to flirt with Nadia. She lost focus on the work
but the half-naked Timmy kept at it. I glanced at Mom and Jack who
seemed to be paying little attention to us. I’m sure it was great for
both of them to know Timmy was so engaged with girls, and for once
completely without that cloud of sadness. When Nadia and I later
nestled into pillows in my dim room she said “Wow! Thanks for having me
over. I wish I had someone like Timmy in my house.” I liked Timmy more
and more, but she seemed definitely smitten. Sleep came only after
considerable whispering about the loveliness of the boy, and when we
should do this again.
The next stratagem I didn’t see
coming. Mom and Jack were of course totally in cahoots. At dinner they
talked about maybe getting a hot tub. Jack said there was a sale going
on, and there was a good spot for one on the deck out back. Mom said
how relaxing it would be, that there was privacy out there, and
something about helping the kids with “positive body image,” the
meaning of which eluded me at first. A couple days later the dinner
talk was about the way many families kept all fabrics out of their hot
tubs. And something about detergents in the fabrics messing up the
water. Yikes, then I got it! There would be a nude rule. Timmy came
readily out of his gloomy place—his eyes went from one to the other of
us, looking totally curious. I was speechless, considering how we could
all be naked out there—I would be able to see all of Timmy, and Jack as
well! And they could take long looks at all of me. Was I ready for
this? Mom had already been nudging us toward nudity and body curiosity,
but this would be a huge step!
A couple nights later
Mom showed photos on her laptop of families in hot tubs. The first ones
showed bodies mostly underwater. Then there were boobs floating or
above the water. Eventually there were naked people in water maybe up
to their knees and even out of the tub—adults, teens, kids—with
everything visible—they looked happy and totally unconcerned about
being naked. I looked at Timmy’s expression—surprise, astonishment, and
rapt attention. “Of course if the kids are afraid of being naked they
wouldn’t have to use it,” Jack stated. Mom said, “I think we can all be
comfortable with it.” I don’t know if it was Mom’s finagling, my
increasing hormones, or both, but after the slide show I couldn’t get
the hot tub idea out of my mind.
A week later it was
installed. The water reached temperature that evening and was ready for
bodies! Jack explained the thermostat, the jets, the cover, keeping
electronics away, no splashing, etc. Mom reminded us about no fabrics.
We could come in towels or robes and hang them on pegs Jack had driven
into posts. It was after dinner, the sun was going down, birds were
heading to their nests. Mom said “Why don’t we try it out right now?
There’s plenty of room for all of us.”
“Oh God,” I
thought, “The moment I’ve been wanting and dreading is here. What
should I do? What should I say?” Salvation came unexpectedly from
Timmy, who announced “I’ll go get a towel and be back…if I don’t
chicken out.” He was more with the program than I thought, actually
taking a lead. Mom and Jack smiled at each other, then looked at me. I
said “What about you guys?” Mom said, “I’ll race you into the water. If
you win I’ll give you a dollar.” She kicked off her shoes and started
unbuttoning her top. I thought maybe I could get in the tub before
Timmy came back—I’d see him but he’d have a hard time seeing me under
water. So I ripped off my clothes and slid into the beautiful warm
water, beating Mom. Jack went off for towels. Mom carefully hung her
blouse and slacks on a peg—that was all she had on!—and slipped in
beside me with a groan of pleasure. Her boobs were swinging. Her
privates were concealed by a bush of dark hair, which made me realize
how exposed my privates were. At least I was just a blur in the water.
Jack and Timmy reappeared, both wearing only towels. Waiting for the
towels to drop was maybe the most fun I’d ever had. I couldn’t look
away. Jack tossed his onto the bench. There it was. Framed in soft
brown hair was a big penis hanging down—which I later learned was
circumcised—and big balls which hung down nearly as far. Jack’s whole
trim body reminded me of classical marble statues I’d seen in the
museum. Jack slipped in the water between me and Mom. This would force
Timmy to be next to a female. “Hey!” I wondered. “Where was Timmy?”
He’d snuck behind me, dropped the towel and quickly slid in next to me.
I glimpsed what I thought would be his little boy penis, but it was
bigger than I expected, and sticking out. He turned away from me with a
satisfied “Aahhh.” I tried to see his boy parts but he was making it
difficult by twisting away. I raised up a bit for a better look but
realized my little tits were exposed, so I sunk back into the water.
Jack turned on the jets. We all just soaked in bliss, though my bliss
(and surely Timmy’s) was mixed with high excitement. I felt that
pleasurable sensation growing between my legs. After a while Mom had
Jack turn off the jets. The water calmed—and got quite clear. I started
craning around trying to get a look at Timmy, who again twisted away.
Then I looked down at Jack’s 'package' (although I didn’t know that
term then). Mom said, “We should get past all this darned curiosity and
modesty. Here’s what I suggest. We stand up one at a time, slowly turn
around, and let the rest of the family have a good look. After that we
should all be more comfortable.” Yes, she used the word “family,” and
it seemed that was what we had become. There was a happy male
camaraderie between father and son. Jack said, “Timmy boy, why don’t
you lead the way?” “No way! I can’t right now!” he said emphatically,
leaving little doubt about what his problem was. My mom said, “Annie?
Can the youngest lead the rest of us?” I demurred and gathered my
slender body into a tight ball.
Again Timmy,
astonishing me, suggested a way forward. “It’s so quiet right now.” he
said, “Each one of us can guess what bird we’ll hear next. The one
who’s right picks the first person to stand up and show off.” A
brilliant idea—this boy that I’d been living with for months had more
brains and depth than I suspected. It seemed with all this body stuff
Mom had devised he was happily engaging with us like never before. We
quickly agreed to the plan. I said “crow.” Mom said “chickadee” and
Jack “blue jay.” Timmy said “robin.”
We
sat…soaking…perfectly quiet, waiting in an excited, happy suspense. No
bird call for a couple minutes. Then came the clear whistling of a
cardinal—nobody guessed a cardinal. Then after a while the wavering
double tone of a robin. Timmy smiled broadly. I thought he’d pick Mom
because she was a fully developed beauty. But he said “Annie!” in a
friendly way, as if humorously getting back at me for all the times I
watched him in the shower. Everyone looked at me, still huddled into a
ball in the clear water. “Oh God,” I thought, then I told myself that
soon I would see everything I had been curious about. I uncurled and
slowly stood up. The water was covering my crotch, and my arms were
covering my chest. Mom said, “OK Darling, out of the water.” I
clambered out onto the deck, and kept my legs pinned together. Mom said
“Turn around slowly dear. Maybe you could put your hands on top of your
head.” That same head that was spinning with so many thoughts and
feelings. I was scared. Sure, I’d learned a lot from Mom about teasing
boys, but this was wild new territory. Timmy was so happy tonight, no
sadness about him. I wanted Mom to be proud of me. Timmy might tell
other kids about naked me—but probably wouldn’t. I had agreed to the
rules of the game. After considering everything I suddenly felt
terribly brave. I forced my hands to the top of my head and spread my
legs a little. I felt little breezes in new places. I felt my little
nipples hardening. And I slowly turned around. It started feeling
really good! I spread my arms out and almost danced. I was in this
naked, exposed place where I’d never been before. I felt right then
that I’d surely want to return to this wild-feeling nakedness. I slowly
slipped back into the welcoming water, but without trying to hide
anything.
“Who’s next?” I said. Jack said, “If this
were a card game we’d go clockwise, so it is definitely I.” He always
used correct language. Out came his beautiful, slender, muscly runner’s
body. He paused, inches from me. I closely examined his peter (which
was sticking out a bit and was bigger than before) and everything else.
I sensed some power from his sex parts that was very different from a
girl’s power. He got out, and turned slowly, his hands behind his back,
water dripping off the end of his peter.
“Stay right
there,” Mom said, “I’ll join you.” Naked, she was certainly a beautiful
woman—big beautiful boobs, wide hips, soft sensuous legs, long dark
hair framing her face and resting on bare shoulders, a curly dark bush
over her privates. I glanced at Timmy who was raptly watching. She did
the hands-on-head turning thing, and then pressed herself against Jack.
“So, are there differences between men and women?” she asked
cheerfully. I thought “Wow, yes, and what an amazing little family we
have.”
It was Timmy’s turn. Mom and Jack slipped back
in the tub and smiled toward him. I stared impatiently. He confidently
stood up in his smooth-skin body. It seemed so beautiful. I was shocked
by his penis which to my inexperienced eyes seemed big for a
13-year-old. It was pointing straight out, giving a clear view of the
tight little sack of balls. He did the turn-around, and looked lovely
from every angle. I was spellbound. There was no place I would rather
be than with my naked family right then. Timmy slowly and happily
re-entered the water. He was not then the sad widower’s boy. He settled
right next to me, our legs and arms touching. I thought it would be
nice to touch his pecker—later maybe I’d scheme some way. But right
then I just wanted to enjoy the wonderful freedom of hot-tub nakedness.
I rested my head on the tub’ rim and let my body float, my titties
sticking out like little volcanoes. Timmy did the same, with his pecker
sticking up like a little mast. His leg and mine rested together,
feeling wonderful. I knew by their broad smiles how Mom and Jack felt.
My head hit the pillow that night but sleep was long delayed by replays
of delectable moments out on the deck. I felt I had grown a lot that
evening. I had to really appreciate Mom’s system for helping the sad
boy. I was also thinking—my girlfriends wanted lots of reports on
Timmy—would I dare tell about this evening of delights, and about the
certainty of more? Might Nadia be jealous?
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So
dear husband— you may now see how at a tender age I was enticed into
the fun and freedom of nakedness. This was, as you can guess, only the
prelude to more fun to come. I had little chance of resisting all the
forces: my guiding sensual mother, a lovely boy about my age right in
the house, a good-looking stepfather, a safe environment with people I
trusted, plus my own hormones propelling me into curiosities and
explorations. I know you didn’t have a nice pretty girl in your home to
play with when you were young. I hope we’ve been making up for some of
that. I love watching our kids frolicking naked, and thinking how
they’ll have some fun explorations of their own.
Now
that I think of it there may be a little more to tell—the story left
Nadia out there, wishing for Timmy—how smitten was she with the boy?
So, a little continuation of the story.
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Well, of course I did tell Nadia about the hot tub family night. She
listened intently, wide-eyed, hanging onto every word—then fell silent.
I asked her what was wrong. She got teary, and asked why Timmy wanted
me to “show off” first. I said it was probably because I had been
seeing him so much in the shower that he wanted to even the score. Was
Timmy interested in me, she wanted to know, and was I interested in
him? Well, I had to admit it was a real joy to have a nice boy there to
get naked with, and I was learning more and more about his creativity,
bravery, and solid character. But it was obvious that Nadia had a
strong feeling for him and was afraid she’d lose her chance of being
his special friend. I considered. Did I want a stepbrother for a
boyfriend? Way too complicated! It didn’t take me long to come up with
an idea. I said that maybe we could do the same thing with the hot tub
that we’d done with the math lessons—have her come over and join in.
Wow—the emotions that came into Nadia’s face: excitement, wonder, fear,
doubt, helplessness. “What would my parents think?” she finally said.
“All we can do is try,” I said. She was so relieved that I wasn’t
competing with her. “I’ll ask my mom about it” I said. We said nothing
about any of this to the other girls.
Mom was the
perfect go-between. She enjoyed helping us kids grow up, part of which
meant learning to be brave and open with our bodies. She didn’t get
over-involved with us—just encouraged us. She had some conversations
with Nadia’s mom. She smoothed the way for another night of tutoring
followed by hot tubbing. I was amazed she pulled it off. Years later
Mom told me that Nadia’s parents liked the “positive body image” stuff
for their kids, but had been restrained from encouraging it by what
they thought were conventional societal attitudes. Anyway, it got
arranged.
The plan included math tutoring on the
stuff that was frustrating Nadia. Also in the plan, Nadia’s 10-year-old
brother Jaro (they all had Slavic names in that family) would join us
and sleep over in Timmy’s room—this would make the nudity seem more
normal for everybody, and less traumatic particularly for Nadia. Turns
out, I learned, that little Jaro often liked to strip off at home. I
was glad he was coming—more fun for me to see another naked boy, and to
be naked in front of one!—my attitude had certainly changed!
The day came. Nadia and Jaro came home from school with Timmy and me.
Mom made some veggies and Jack grilled some chicken out on the deck.
The hot tub sat ominously nearby. Jack and Mom kept the dinner
conversation pleasant and low-key. They seemed to enjoy studying us
kids, considering the exposures we were heading into. Timmy took Jaro
out to shoot hoops. Nadia and I yakked and nervously giggled in my
room. Then Mom announced it was time for math. Jack had made another
fire. We girls wore loose Tees and panties, Timmy only boxers, Jaro a
PJ top over tighty-whiteys. Jaro peeked at the math that awaited him in
a couple of years, but mostly hung with Mom and Jack. Timmy handled the
session masterfully, making Nadia focus on the pesky theorems and
coefficients. Even though quite randy I stopped thinking about bodies
for a while. When the tutoring was done I looked up—the adults and Jaro
were gone.
We peered out on the deck. Jack had shown
Jaro the hot tub arrangements, went over the rules, etc., then they had
both gotten in. Their towels were hanging on pegs. Nadia was really
nervous, with good reason—she didn’t know how to react to my naked
stepfather; she was about to be naked with her little brother; but
mostly it was about getting naked with Timmy—would he like the real
her? I took her to my room to undress. I thought she had a beautiful
body and perky little tits. I told her when she got to the tub to just
hang up her towel as if she were in a swimsuit, to move naturally, and
not hide anything—then slowly slip into the water. I would go first to
show her. When we walked onto the deck good-looking Jack was just
walking our way drying himself with a towel, smiling pleasantly.
“Enjoy” he said. He didn’t exactlyl show off his parts, but didn’t seem
to be hiding them either—he played it perfectly.
Timmy and Jaro were in the foamy water—the jets were running—they
watched us intently. “Watch me” I whispered to Nadia, walked up close
to the boys, slowly unwrapped my towel, casually hung it on a peg, then
walked around a little bit so I could get in next to Jaro. The little
guy had studied my body with shining eyes. Then he stared at his
sister. Nadia was immobile next to where her towel would hang. "Come
on, get in!” Jaro yelled to her, which seemed to freeze her even more.
It was Timmy, again, who saved the day. He climbed out, his entire body
on full display (looking really good), and in a friendly manner went up
to Nadia, saying “Let me help you.” He gently pulled the towel off her
shoulder, saying “This can hang here,” and hung it on a peg. Nadia,
still semi-frozen, drew in her shoulders and covered her chest and
crotch with her arms and hands. “Here. Take my hand. I’ll help you”
Timmy said gently. She surrendered, and let Timmy slowly assist her
getting in. She looked wonderful. Jaro of course was all eyes and
smiles.
The magic of the warm foamy water soon had us
all relaxing—there was a chorus of “Ahhs.” After a while little Jaro
said “Wow, I didn’t know it would be so nice being naked with girls.”
He tried repeatedly to see us girls through the foamy water. Feeling
brave, I decided to help him and sat up so my tits were out of the
water, and let him have a good look. “Wow” he said. I suspected his
pecker was getting hard. I asked him if he’d get me a hairtie which was
on a railing. “OK Annie!” he said and climbed out, revealing a nice
hard little weenie. “Nadia sees me all the time but I hardly ever get
to see her” he said. I started controlling my hair, still sitting up
half out of the water, enjoying the effect I was having on little Jaro.
I knew Timmy was going to move things along, but I
didn’t know how. Then he said “Does anybody mind if I turn off the
jets? I like to listen for night birds.” Only Nadia could possibly
mind, but she didn’t want to show fear so was mum. Timmy moved halfway
out, again showing his neat body and handsome boy parts, and adjusted
the controls. After he slipped back in, the water smoothed and got
clear. Just as Nadia was again starting to cover her chest we heard an
owl hoot. Timmy kindly put his arm around her shoulders and softly
explained what we were hearing. Then there was a fox barking off in the
woods, and he explained that. Nadia looked him in the face, said “thank
you.” Some strong communication seemed to pass between them at that
moment. Nadia again relaxed all her limbs, listening for night sounds.
We had maybe another half hour to enjoy the nakedness, the water, and
the night sounds. Then Mom came out in a towel and suggested we dry off
and head to bed so she could have a little soak. I said “Mom, can we
have 5 more minutes? We’re listening to a fox. There’s room for all of
us if you want to get in.”
“Jaro” she said, “Do you
mind having another naked girl in there? “Oh gosh no Mrs! I like to see
naked ladies.” The towel came off her mature body. Jaro gasped. Mom
asked if she could sit next to Jaro so I moved. Mom put her arm around
him, putting a big breast against his shoulder, and asked him about
school and such. After a couple minutes Mom sank down farther and
stretched out her arms and legs. I think when Jaro went “Ooh” she may
have accidentally-on-purpose rubbed her forearm along Jaro’s stiff
little pecker. I wished I could have felt it. Mom was demonstrating for
me both confidence and some techniques I might use in the future. I
moved to the other side of Jaro so he was pinned between me and Mom. I
rested my hand on his leg. In this crush his hand ended up on my thigh
almost on my sensitive crotch. Nadia had her head on Timmy’s
shoulder—their bodies were touching from head to toe. They were so
happy together like this. We were all in this new, wonderful heaven.
After several minutes Mom said “OK kids, bedtime.”
Timmy climbed out and offered his hand to Nadia who took it and
smoothly exited the water, looking beautiful all over. Her fears were
gone. With her towel she dried her hair. Timmy dried her back, and she
then dried his. There was now no hint of sadness around the widower’s
boy. His eyes sparkled, his smile was irrepressible. What sweet dreams
I had that night—I think we all did.
Well, the good
feelings from all this spread. Somehow Nadia’s parents got invited to
dinner and then to hot-tubbing. All four parents would sit by while we
kids soaked. It was clear to me the moms liked to see the naked boys
and the dads really enjoyed us naked girls. Then we would towel off and
the adults would get in. Word leaked out and some of my girlfriends and
some of Timmy’s and Jaro’s boyfriends also got involved. I got to see
quite a lot of naked boys. Then some more parents got wet with us. How
popular that hot tub became! Another family invited us to their pool
and tub—they didn’t want fabrics in either one—except they had a rule
that a menstruating female could wear bottoms. Turned out there were a
lot of people in our circle that loved being naked. I loved it too.
Never had so much fun as being with naked boys and girls. Timmy was a
natural, all right—didn’t much care if he had a boner, was always
gracious and welcoming to new kids. I don’t think I ever saw him again
in one of those sad states.
Through the years Timmy
and Nadia were very close. They tried breaking up once or twice during
college but couldn’t stay apart for long. After college they married.
They’re now living on the Maryland shore. They have a boy and a girl.
And a hot tub.