****** A Young Naked Boy by Truthful Mother and Son ******
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A Young Naked Boy


My father, a Navy pilot, had been deployed overseas for eight months when he
was killed during a training exercise. Back home in Virginia, my mother was
devastated by the news. It hurt me so badly to see her just sit in the living
room, her beautiful, brown eyes red-rimmed, tears welling up each minute. The
most wonderful woman in the world cried all day long, and I couldn't do a thing
about it.

The other Navy wives all helped as best as they could after the accident,
cooking and handling the small chores, but my mother wanted to get away from
the military environment as soon as possible. Talking it over with her parents,
she accepted an invitation to move to my grandparent's summer house in the
mountains of Colorado.

We made the move right after school ended. It was early summer, and I was just
thirteen.

The house we moved into didn't have a name, like so many other vacation houses
in Colorado. Sitting up high on fifty acres of pine and aspen, we always called
it "the ranch", even though nothing had ever been ranched on it. The small
house had a good view of the valley below, and a perfect panorama of the
distant mountains surrounding the valley. For quiet, it couldn't be beat. It
was set well back on a private lane, and the nearest neighbors were a mile
away. Best of all, in the mind of a 13-year-old, a good trout stream flowed
just over the hill from where the house stood.

Not yet knowing any kids my age, I spent my time exploring the nooks and
crannies of the ranch and, especially, the creek. In the morning, still
connecting with summers back east, my routine consisted of a quick shower,
throwing on some cut-offs, T-shirt, sneakers, and heading out the door. Around
noon, however, it got pretty hot, even in the mountains, so the shirt and shoes
came off. By early August, I had achieved a tan enviable on any beach in
Virginia. A rich, healthy brown everywhere. Everywhere except for certain
parts!

Now, usually, when my mother went into town for the weekly shopping, a two or
three hour trip, I went along to get a break in the routine. Fishing's fine
most of the time, but not all of the time. More to the point, I had recently
found an old bottle of Scotch way back in the pantry cupboard and wanted some
time alone to try it out. I figured shopping day would be the perfect time.

My mother, quietly dressed in a cotton print dress, looked surprised when I
said I didn't want to go, but she accepted my, "Big fish in the creek" story.
She enjoyed going into town, I think, just to mingle and talk with other folks.

After she left, I impatiently gave her thirty minutes in case she turned around
and came back for something. Then I turned to the Scotch.

I had never tasted anything so bad! It burned so much, it hurt. It just plain
hurt. Coughing and disappointed, I was on the verge of throwing my drink away
when I remembered my dad had always mixed his with 7-Up. I tried that and found
it good. After two pretty good-sized drinks, I was feeling pretty good myself.

"What now?" I mused. I decided that there just might be a big fish down in the
creek, after all, so I grabbed my fishing tackle and headed out the back door.

Letting the screen door slam, I got as far as the porch steps. Coming to a
halt, I considered the facts. It was a beautiful day, I was drunk, no-one was
around, and Mother wouldn't be back for hours.

"So why am I wearing clothes?" I asked aloud.

It was an intelligent question with only one intelligent answer. Off they came,
right there on the back porch. The mid-morning Sun, combined with the glow of
the Scotch, instantly began to warm my naked body. Taking it in, I turned this
way and that, letting the sun hit every surface.

Suddenly, for the first time, I realized I was naked outdoors!

Now I had always loved the sensation of being naked in the bath, or in my
bedroom. There, I often would play the game I called "nudist". But the feeling
I got with this real, outdoors nakedness was fantastic. Looking down at my
bare, white front and sparse pubic hair, it was if I had never before seen
myself. And I thought my pure white butt must be shining like a beacon that
could be seen for miles!

In fact, it felt as if there were eyes looking at me, from everywhere, seeing
everything! Glancing rapidly around, from bush to tree to fence, I expected
people to jump up, shout, and point at my nudity! I became so excited, I could
scarcely breathe. My penis, small, but no longer boyish, began to respond.

I watched it rise, filling, until it was tightly erect against my tummy. I was
no stranger to my own erection. Playfully, by flexing and holding the right
muscles, I could make it bulge even fuller and tighter - but only for a second
or two. Knowing the pleasure of masturbation, I grabbed my fishing rod in one
hand, my penis in the other, and set out for the creek.

It seemed to take a long time to get there. I wiggled my erect penis at every
tree, shook my butt at the sun, and took particular pleasure in farting on one
helpless bush. Of course, I just had to pee on everything in sight. By the time
I got alongside the stream, I wasn't feeling much like fishing but thought a
skinny-dip would be fun.

Now, at other times, I've gotten my feet wet in the creek while fishing, but it
never dawned on me just how cold Rocky Mountain snow melt was until I jumped
naked into a pool of it with a drunken rebel yell. My skinny-dip lasted only as
long as it took me to scramble back out of the water. Still drunk, I was a far
more sober kid than I went in. Shivering on shore, blowing breaths, and turning
to get the sun's best angle, I decided to go back to the house and get dressed.

"Maybe", I thought, "I'll have another drink or two."

In the time it took to come up the side of the hill, the sun had dried most of
me and I was feeling a lot more chipper. Stepping onto the back porch, I gave
Mother Nature one last demonstration of my naked manhood. Standing with my feet
apart, arms out from my sides , I began twisting my body rapidly back and
forth, back and forth, until my semi-erect penis was making sharp, slapping
noises against my thighs.

"What are you doing?" I heard my mother ask.

I froze. And then I burned! My mother was standing just inside the screen door,
and was seeing me completely naked!

Worse, I realized, she had seen me playing with my penis - shaking it back and
forth for all the world to see. Only then did I notice that not only was the
car back in the garage, but my clothes were no longer where I had left them!

I felt as if every blood vessel in my body had burst and all the blood had
rushed to the surface. I had to have been blushing, from head to foot, as deep
red as a perfect mountain sunset.

"David, I asked you what you are doing?"

Coming to my senses, I quickly bent over in a crouch and covered myself with my
hands.

This isn't happening, I pleaded to the gods. I was completely naked, and my
mother was standing between me and any clothing at all. I looked up and met her
eyes. She stood there with hands on her hips and her face set. She was
demanding an answer.

Unable to speak, I acted. I stood, tried to keep myself covered with one hand,
threw the door open with the other, and rushed past her to my room.

Slamming shut the bedroom door, I grabbed a pair of shorts off the bed - the
same pair of shorts I had been wearing just a couple of hours earlier. I
couldn't get them on! In my rush I was getting both legs tied up in one leg
hole, and was falling and stumbling all over the room. A knock at the door. In
a panic, unable to think of anything else, I threw the pants away, dove into my
bed, and drew the blanket up over my head.

"David, may I come in?" my mother asked through the door. I could not respond.
I heard the door first creak open a little, and then open wide. She was in my
room. All I could do now was wait.

There was a pause and silence.

Then I felt my mother sit down on the bed beside me. She placed a comforting
hand on the blanket covering my forehead.

"Sweetheart, it's okay. I understand. You are growing up, and your body...
well, your body is changing and it feels good. I saw what you were doing. It
wasn't really shameful. I enjoyed being naked outdoors, too, when I was your
age."

She paused for a moment.

"Of course, it's been a long time since I've had fun being naked," she spoke
pensively, "Since your father went away, it's been a very long time. David
dear, it's alright."

I felt her pull gently at the blanket covering my head.

"Let go of the blanket, Sweetheart."

Relieved she wasn't mad, I let loose of the blanket but kept my eyes shut
tightly just in case.

Laying on my back, I gasped as the blanket was unexpectedly pulled completely
away from my bare body. Once again, my mother was seeing me naked! Still unable
to open my eyes, I quickly covered myself with my hands. I had no other way to
hide. My breathing became ragged and uncontrollable.

A minute or two passed. My emotions were so high, I thought was going to be
sick. My pulse was pounding wildly in my ears. I couldn't hear a thing.

Then I felt my mother lay down beside me. I felt a light kiss on my forehead,
and felt her warmth as she put her arms around me. But this warmth was unlike
any I had ever felt before. This was a softly-scented, all-enveloping warmth. A
warmth that could not be resisted.

Opening my eyes, I saw my mother was as naked as I!

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