Mother and Child Nude Camp.

My mother was always a proponent of liberalism; she always did what she wanted on a whim, which I admired, but my father disagreed. Her carefree ways eventually led to their divorce when I was ten.

Without my father to stop her, my mother began experimenting with various alternative lifestyles, and of course, being her only child, I had to live an unstable life with her, doing what she and her friends did.

I didn't complain, because it was an interesting life, and I have to admit, my teenage years were probably luckier than most kids I know. I was never depressed, never joined a gang, and never joined a rock band. Anyway, I'm writing this to tell you that when I was thirteen, my mother decided to join a nudist group.

It was somewhere on the Central Coast of California, and I don't want to say the exact location, but anyone who knows nudism knows where I'm talking about.

It was during summer vacation, and when my mother first told me about it, I was reluctant to go. She thought it would broaden our horizons. All I could think about was being naked, and how I could stop myself from getting an erection in front of everyone.

I don't want to tell you how worried I really am about this. I'm still a virgin. I've been bathing myself since I was six, and no one except my mother has ever seen me naked.

After I turned thirteen, my penis was constantly sticking out of my pants, and I couldn't imagine walking around naked with a hard cock. Mom was planning to lock the house and go to nudist camp during my summer vacation.

We only had two days left before heading south to California, and I finally mustered the courage to tell her my fears. That night, at dinner, she was reading aloud from a brochure about nudist camps with volleyball and horseback riding, and I blurted out, "Mom! I really don't want to go. I mean, I'm a boy, um… I don't want anyone to see me naked."

Mom stopped reading, looked at me, and said, "Honey, you have a beautiful body. You have nothing to be ashamed of." I was speechless. What could I say to make her understand?

“But Mom!” I said, “I’m thirteen, you know, I’m all grown up. How can I walk around naked without feeling embarrassed? And if I’m constantly hard, I’ll want to crawl on the ground, hide myself, and I’ll feel so ashamed.”

I voiced my inner anxieties, but she handled my problem like an experienced doctor: “Honey, they have herbs you can try. They can help soften your erection. They say once you get used to being naked in front of others, you can control yourself.”

I wasn’t sure if I could control myself, but Mom always seemed to be right, and all I could do was trust her.

For the next two days, I sat dazedly next to Mom in the family RV, heading south on Highway 101.

We arrived at the nudist camp around 4 p.m. Mom went into the guardhouse to register. Meanwhile, I curiously stared, searching for anything moving. My heart was pounding, and my penis was painfully hard, ready to release.

I sat in the car waiting, expecting to see naked women, but it turned out we still had three miles to go before

we reached the "camp." There were no buildings or signs of habitation until we arrived at the "camp." That's when Mom opened the door to the dining hall entrance. The first thing I saw was a middle-aged woman, probably in her forties, walking towards us

. She was completely naked, tanned, and a little wrinkled, but I couldn't help staring at her. Her name was Nancy, and she was apparently the director of the activities center. We dragged our luggage and followed Nancy into a dormitory. As we entered a large suite, my eyes were still glued to her backside. A sign on the door read "chippewa," the lettering burned into the wood.

Apparently, each building had an Indian name, which was the theme of the camp. Nancy turned to Mom and said, "This is your room. Jeremy and the teenagers will be waiting for you in the lobby."

I didn't know what Nancy was talking about. Teenagers? Which lobby? I wasn't planning on being with strangers.

But as usual, Mom convinced me, and soon I was sitting on the bed taking off my shoes. The first day was "Environmental Awareness Day," and we didn't have to take our clothes off unless we wanted to. Thank goodness!

I sat on my bed, hoping we'd never come here, when I heard children walking into the hall, their laughter and chatter filling the air as if I were one of them.

I was completely shocked when I realized there were girls and boys together in the hall, all naked. Young girls! Wow! I'm not saying they were all beauties, but most of them had really good figures, and they were completely naked in front of me.

I'd never seen women naked before, or even boys.

There were about a dozen boys and girls sprawled on the floor, excitedly talking about riding horses and the dancing that would happen that night. All I could do in this small group was stare at them and imagine them taking turns having sex.

I know it sounds a bit perverse, but I couldn't help thinking it. I looked at a particularly handsome guy, then down at his penis hanging between his legs, then at a girl, imagining it slipping hard inside her, letting him thrust on top of her.

Needless to say, these thoughts were swirling in my head, and soon my penis was pointing skyward like the Dwight Tower. Worse still, they didn't comment on my erection, but they did introduce themselves to me. One girl noticed my hardness, and I was ashamed.

She even flirted with me, saying, "Hey, you're cute. Maybe we can get together and dance at the ball tonight." You can imagine what I was thinking for the rest of the day.

I really wanted to "get together" with her. Her name was Pamela, and to anyone, she was a fox. She had the beauty of a Scandinavian girl, a Swedish beauty, and her body seemed more mature than fourteen, the age she told me.

Anyway, I decided to lose my virginity that night. I wanted to "get together" with Pamela; I knew I'd look strange showing up at the ball alone, fully clothed.

So, I went to the administration building to ask Nancy about the herb my mother had mentioned that would "make an erection go soft." Good heavens! Nancy gave me a surprise. Nancy said, "Okay, Jeremy, here you go. Take two pills every morning after you masturbate, and you should be fine until lunchtime. Then, I suggest you take two more pills after your second ejaculation; that should keep you from getting an erection until after dinner."

Then Nancy added, "If you don't want to carry around a little telephone pole around greeting everyone, try not to take more than four pills a day, because the effects wear off for a while."

She chuckled and added, "Don't worry, Jeremy, after a few days, you'll be able to control when you get an erection and when you go soft, and everything will feel natural."

I was completely shocked by what she just said. A mature woman telling me to "masturbate" twice a day, talking about my erections—well! She completely overturned my view of women as shy and reserved.

I followed her advice. That night, I wanted to go to a dance, so after dinner I went to the bathroom and masturbated, imagining Pamela's hot, naked body to arouse my libido, and soon I ejaculated.

Then I took two pills and lay down on my bed to wait for the effects. An hour later, I was still erect. I was so excited, thinking about Pamela, that no herbal medicine seemed to work for me.

The thought of being naked in front of Pamela made me rock hard. Finally, I decided to take two more pills, and half an hour later, I felt more relaxed.

Just then, I heard the big bus waiting outside for us to get on for the dance. We had to drive three miles to the nudist camp's private beach and stay there until 11 p.m. before the bus returned to take us back to the camp.

I ran into the bathroom and took a quick shower, trying to get as clean as possible. I was grateful that my penis didn't get hard again. I guess my sexual nerves were under the control of the pills.

Then, as I stepped out of the shower, a group of kids rushed into the dormitory corridor with tape recorders and dance cassettes. I swallowed hard, and to my surprise, when I joined them, no one noticed that I was naked.

But something was wrong. When Pamela came over and said to me, "Oh, Jeremy, you look great. I especially love your little penis," I couldn't believe she'd said something so embarrassing. I couldn't stop myself from getting aroused by her compliment.

I just stood there in front of Pamela, letting my erect penis stare at her.

I thought I should hide it with my hands, but I knew she was teasing me, so I just stood there, letting my cock drool over her.

Pamela stood naked in front of me, smiling as she looked at my hard, long penis. I thought if my penis kept getting engorged, I might faint.

I never dreamed I'd be standing naked in front of a beautiful girl, letting her judge my penis. Then Jeff, one of my new friends here, yelled at Pamela, "Hey, stop it, Pamela! Why do you always torment the newbies like this?"

Then Jeff said to me, "Jeremy, stop letting her tease your dick. She did the same thing to me on my first day."

Then Pamela giggled, turned away, and walked away, bored. I, with my erection, joined all the other kids as they surged out of the room and squeezed into the waiting camp vehicle.

I didn't mind Pamela teasing me. Before that experience, I discovered something about what was hidden inside me. I liked exposing my genitals to girls. Seeing them examine my naked body made me feel very good.

That night, on the way to the private beach party, when Pamela sat next to me, I was shocked again. We talked about coming to the nudist camp, and after a while, she whispered, "Jeremy, can you get your dick hard again for me to see?"

I really didn't expect her to say that, but when she did, the effect was that my dick immediately swelled up like the masthead of a sailboat.

During that three-mile drive to the beach, I watched her jiggling breasts, Pamela's hands on my thighs, her eyes fixed on my hard cock—it was wonderful.

For the first four weeks at the nudist camp, no sex changed my virginity. Pamela continued to "tease" me until I was hard whenever she wanted.

The herbs never really softened my dick, and I soon discovered a way to easily get it to accept.

Maybe it's perverted, but it wouldn't get hard when I tried to stop, and I was actually quite proud of my male masthead, or sometimes half-mast. Older men commented on my majesty with envy, and women always chased me away when they saw it.

In short, I found that being a regular at the nudist camp was a place that truly aroused me.

The End.
Bonus: perk.
My son, Jeremy, wants to go to a nudist camp in California with me every summer, but to avoid attracting attention for our age difference, and to prevent others from having too much of a reaction if we're too intimate in public, I ask him to stay away. But here's the problem. Have

you ever seen many mother/son-like couples? Just a heads-up, if Jeremy always gets an erection when he's around, I'm sure you might wonder—how intimate can we be?

How intimate can we be in that situation? What do you think?

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