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Weekend Getaway With Memories of Childhood
By Abdulbenthere (abdulbenthere@yahoo.com)
***
A young husband takes his wife to the family camping
area, where he, his sister and cousins were allowed to
play naked until their sixth birthdays. (MF-couples,
exh, rom, preg)
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Part 1: The Camp
We crossed the cattle guard over the stream and pulled
up at the gate. I stepped out of the pickup and took
the keys to the padlock. The tractor trail on the other
side looked like it had recently been sprayed with weed
killer, so I knew the neighbor Dad paid to keep the
property up was keeping the bargain.
In the winter this was a hunting camp, but in early
spring Dianne and I would have it all to ourselves for
a few days. No office for me, no dance classes for her
to teach. Seven miles down a gravel road and a mile up
this logging road would bring us to the privacy of our
grey cabin with the steep pitched roof and a porch all
the way around its big single room.
Dianne roused herself in the passenger seat as I locked
the gate behind us and climbed back into the truck. She
had slept the last seventy miles. "Almost there, Hon?"
she moaned.
"Yeah, Baby," I said.
"I don't remember the trees so close to the road like
this."
"Dad said the logging company clear cut this section
about three years ago and replanted it. When you were
here those trees were only knee high."
"Oh yeah, now I remember," she said as we rounded a
turn and the cabin came into view.
Dad had a great explanation for the unusual style of
the cabin. The original builder had obviously studied
traditional architecture and built and African style
raised wooden cottage for his camp. "Keeps it cool on
hot summer nights by drawing air up through the roof"
Dad was fond of telling his guests. If his clients
liked to hunt Dad would bring them here in deer season.
Most of them went home with an ice chest full of fresh
venison and a new contract with Dad.
The place had been in Mom's family for years before she
met Dad. She and her sisters would spend summers here
when Grandma wanted to get "out of the city" as the old
moneyed families used to say. Mom and Aunt Jenny
followed the tradition by bringing my little sister,
cousins and me up here. It was crowded at times with
five kids, two moms and on weekends two dads, but very
happy. The neat part for younger kids was that kids
under six years old didn't wear clothes during their
stay. I know that sounds like something out of the YaYa
Sisterhood but it was the way Grandma then Mom and Aunt
Jenny raised their families.
Di's only visit here was for a family reunion July 4
barbeque and we didn't get to spend the night. Now it
would be an inexpensive vacation for a few days.
When I stopped the truck Di grabbed the smaller of our
two ice chests before I could say "I'll get that" and
started up the steps to the porch. The ancient
refrigerator that in true Southern style always stood
on the porch had been replaced by a new one that would
keep our beer and food cold. Around the side of the
house was and outdoor shower, a "kid wash" as Aunt
Jenny used to call it as she herded us through it at
sunsets.
"Hey Di," I said as she put away the contents of the
ice chest. "Did you get inside at all last year?"
"No, I just looked through the windows. Did you really
use the kid wash?"
"Everyday. Come on, let me show you to our room." I
unlocked the door, turned to Di and swept her up like a
newlywed. "Just for luck" I said as I carried her over
the threshold.
"Always the romantic," she giggled and looked around as
I set her feet down. "Oh my goodness, this is great!"
Dad had obviously remodeled the place, with a new built
in oven and range, sink and a soapstone fireplace that
replaced the ancient Franklin stove. Bunk beds with
full size lowers were draped with sheets to keep the
dust off the mattresses. The floor, once bare wood, was
now covered with tile. A wooden picnic table and a pair
of rocking chairs completed the furniture with plenty
of room left around the fireplace where what appeared
to be a Persian rug was rolled up against the wall.
"Good old Dad" I said. "The only thing still primitive
is the privy out back."
Di opened the shutter and looked out the back window.
"Looks like he ran the electricity to it, too" she
said. "And that tool shed next to it looks new as
well."
"Probably has his barbeque pit and a generator in
there. We used to have regular power failures out here
on the end of the grid."
"Didn't you have mosquitoes? These windows don't have
screens."
"As I recall the breeze at night was too much for
them," I said, pulling the sheet off a bunk. "Yeah," I
looked up "There's the old attic fan. Actually it got
chilly on naked kids. Mom used to cover us with flannel
sheets after we fell asleep on our floor pallets."
"Do you think we'll be cold tonight?" Di asked,
wrapping her hands behind my neck. She arched her back,
putting her belly against my groin and throwing her
shoulders back. "'Cause I expect you to keep me warm."
"You'll be warm alright," I said. "How about we get the
rest of our stuff and then take a walk down to the pond
before it gets dark?"
"Can we pretend we're under six?" Di smiled.
I wasn't about to say no to that request.
Part 2: The Pond
I had not been naked in the woods in over twenty years,
and memories of this place filled my head as we held
hand and walked down the stone path to the pond,
illuminated by warm afternoon sunshine. Last year Di
had achieved a great all over tan by sunning herself in
our back yard, but right now we were both rather pale.
The pond had once been a tank, a man made reservoir for
livestock. Long ago someone had planted a live oak on
the hillside and that tree was so huge that as a child
I helped Dad hang a tire swing from it. The rope had
long since rotted away and I made a mental note to
replace it. The lone oak looked stately among the pines
that surrounded it.
Di let go of my hand and ran to the shallow end of the
pond to dip her toes into the water. "Brrrrr! Too
cold!" she shivered as she shouted.
"Yeah," I said. "The sun doesn't get to it very well
this time of year. By Easter it'll be warm enough to
swim."
"I'm disappointed," Di pretended to pout, sucking her
right thumb and planting her left hand on her hip. It
had the effect of exaggerating her stance, with her
right hip thrown out. Sunlight filtering through the
oak leaves painted spots on her naked skin.
"As Aunt Jenny would say" I scolded her. "'Don't you
pout out here in front of God in His creation. There's
too many wonderful things to see and do to take that
attitude.'" I was saying the words but my mind heard
Aunt Jenny scolding her girls and my sister. I had a
difficult time deciding if I wanted to concentrate on
the memory of three naked preschoolers or the view of
my naked wife who had unknowingly assumed the same
posture.
Di teased back. "OK Aunt Jenny. What else is there to
do in this Garden of Eden?"
"Come with me, little girl, and I'll show you," I said
extending my hand. She took my hand and I led her
trough the pines to show her the place where Little Red
Riding Hood met the wolf on the path to Grandma's
house.
Part 3: The Kid Wash and Dinner
We got back to the cabin as the sun began to touch the
hills to our west, throwing long shadows.
"If you want to use the kid wash we should do it
quickly," I said.
"Why?" she asked.
"Well, the water comes out of that cistern," I pointed,
"and into a set of black pipes that zigzag on the roof
making it a solar water heater. It's hot now but it
cools off fast since there's no insulation. You game?"
"For you, always," Di said and took the lead, pulling
me as she skipped up the steps.
We stepped under the shower head together and I turned
it on. The water hit us gently, and Dianne luxuriated
in it, letting it run down her face and body. I kicked
at the water that puddled at our feet to splash her
feet clean, then ran my hands over her wet body. I'd
been in the kid wash many times with my naked cousins
but this was different.
The water turned cold quickly and I shut it off.
"Damn!" I said. "We forgot to bring out towels!"
"Well," said Di, "It's not too cold yet. Why don't you
bring in some firewood and I'll go in and start
dinner?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," I said.
She kissed my cheek and started toward the door. Then
she paused and did a kind of shimmy that shook the
water off her body. It also made her ass move in a way
that made blood rush to my balls, so it took a moment
for my brain to remember that Di teaches Eastern
dancing to a "ladies over 18 only" class. I've seen her
practice that shimmy before, but never naked and never
from the rear. Finally I processed the word "Firewood"
and grabbed Dad's canvas wood carrier.
I carried a load of wood into the back door and stopped
at the sight that greeted me: Dianne had her naked back
to me but was wearing an apron tied around her neck and
waist. I couldn't resist saying something.
"Nice apron, Honey!"
"Thanks darling" she said without looking up. "Its your
Mom's."
"It would never look this good on Mom!"
Di turned to grin over her shoulder. "That's not what
your Dad said. I called them while you were at work
yesterday. Mom told me what she kept up here for when
they come up so I could pack less. Your Dad was there
and he picked up the other phone to tell me more. I
could practically hear Mom blushing when he brought up
this apron!"
"So you knew all about this place and still let me lead
you all over the woods?
"No, they didn't tell me much about the woods, just the
cabin." She put the last pot on the stove. "And I LOVED
every minute we spent in the woods today. The noodles
will be ready in about ten minutes, so why don't you
get another load of wood so you won't have to go back
out there tonight?"
When I came back Dianne had unrolled the Persian rug
and mover a rocker close to the fireplace. "Have a seat
and I'll get you a beer."
I lit the fire and sat down just as she came back in
with the beer.
"Mom said to use paper plates and carry our garbage out
with us," she said without looking back.
"Did she give you any instructions on how to fuck me?"
I asked, a little annoyed that she kept the
conversation from me.
"No, just the positions your Dad likes," she teased
back. "But next time I'll ask her. Any woman who
refereed two boys and three girls running around this
place naked is one hell of a woman."
"Ok, Di, first we're talking about my Mom here, and
second, once I turned six I had to start wearing shorts
or go back to stay with Dad."
"Yeah. Do you remember what you thought about naked
girls back then?"
"Just that they peed differently that I did. I mean,
Sis was just eleven months behind me and Aunt Jenny had
Belle the same year. I was sharing a bathtub with them
before I was toilet trained."
Di was shuffling pots in the kitchen without looking at
me while I watched her. "Mom said you loved it here
even after you started wearing pants."
I focused my attention on the fire. "I came here
summers until I was twelve and went off to that boys'
camp. Belle and Sis wrote me to say how much the missed
me and that it wasn't the same without me, but the next
year they discovered the other differences between boys
and girls." I chuckled and added "When I saw Belle at
Thanksgiving that year she had discovered kissing and
wanted to practice with me."
"She taught you well. Remind me to send her a thank you
card" Di giggled. "Where are Belle and Darren and, uh
..."
"Mel" I said. "I'll have to ask Mom. You wanna make the
call?
A timer went off and Di poured something in the sink.
"I love Mom. If she wasn't you’re my mother in law I'd
want her to be my friend. But no, you call when we get
home. You wanna eat at the table or in front of the
fire?"
"Table," I said getting up from the rocker. Di took off
the apron and put two plates of spaghetti on the table,
then popped the top off a container of coleslaw.
"Mom's recipe for coleslaw," she said.
"Aunt Jenny's recipe if you got it from Mom. She's used
it since Jenny died."
"Really? Mom didn't mention it," Di replied.
"You do realize that you've been calling my mother
'Mom,' don't you?"
"Yeah, she caught on to it about a month ago, took it
as a compliment. Look, are there any meal time
traditions she and Jenny had you kids do?"
"Uh, yeah, they usually had us say a blessing. Wanna
keep the tradition?"
Di folded her hands in front of her bare breasts. "Go
ahead."
"OK, say it after me... God is great..."
"God is great..."
"God is good..."
"God is good..."
"And we thank Him for our food. Amen."
"And we thank Him for our food. Amen," Di unconsciously
crossed herself as she said Amen.
"It looks funny to see you cross yourself when you're
naked," I said.
"Yeah," she said. "Funnier still, I converted when I
was 17 but every time someone says grace I still cross
myself like a good little Catholic schoolgirl. Have you
ever seen me do it any other time?"
"No, but I imagine we looked pretty funny too, naked
kids saying grace."
Di smiled. "I want your children to have that memory
too."
"Well, you'll have to bring them up here in the summer
while I'm working," I said and scooped up a big forkful
of Aunt Jenny's coleslaw.
Part 4: By the Fireplace
"You know," Di said as she dumped the empty plates into
a garbage bag, "We had a great day bare ass naked and
you didn't get a full erection. Who are you and what
have you done with Dave?"
"I guess when I'm here I'm that naked little boy," I
said, watching her naked backside as she moved around
the kitchen. "But if you keep shaking your ass like
that I'm gonna hit puberty pretty soon."
Di turned and smiled. "I certainly hope so! You want
another beer?"
"OK."
"OK, build up the fire and have a seat by it." She went
out to the refrigerator on the porch. I was just
closing the fireplace screen when she came back in.
I took the beer and sat in the rocker. Di pulled the
footstool up and sat between my legs with her back to
me and her knees up to her chin. One stray curl had
come untucked from her braided hair and I twirled it
between my fingers.
"Today was wonderful," Di said. "I want to bring your
children here every summer."
"Wanna start on the first one tonight, babe?" I asked.
Di leaned her head back into my lap as if she was
trying to look up into my face.
"I didn't start my birth control pills again after my
period" she said.
"You sneaky bad girl," I replied.
She turned on the stool so she was half illuminated by
the fire. "I'm not ovulating this week, but yes, I want
to start working on it tonight." She turned completely
around and wrapped her hands around my balls.
"What about your dance classes?" I said then drained my
beer.
"I can teach Eastern dance right up to the end. It's
great for pregnant women, works the abdominal muscles.
Maybe I could start a 'pregos only' class." Gently
touching my penis she continued "And I know you're
going to be a great Daddy." My dick was rising to the
occasion when she stood up and took my hands to get me
to my feet.
Facing her and looking into each others' eyes she asked
me, "The only question now is 'Here by the fire or in
the lower bunk?'"
"Here by the fire," I said, wrapping my arms around her
and smothering her in a kiss.
Her arms wrapped around me and her tongue entered my
mouth. Without breaking the hug I lowered her to the
rug, breaking the kiss just to look at her face as I
laid her down on her side with her head on my arm. She
moved her legs to hook mine, entwining them. Her right
arm was pinned under us, but her left moved from my
shoulder down to my hip as she pulled herself closer
pressing her breasts and belly against me. My free hand
moved to her breast and squeezed gently.
I don't know how long we entwined on the rug before she
rolled onto her back and spread her legs for me. That
gave my right hand room to move down to her close-
cropped bush and I worked a finger into her pussy. She
was already wet as I kissed my way down her neck,
shoulder, breast, pausing on her right nipple to kiss
it thoroughly before moving down to her belly to kiss
around her pierced navel and its jewel. I rubbed my
nose in her pubic hair, savoring her scent before
locking my mouth over her vagina and tonguing her clit.
She ran her fingers through my hair and crossed her
ankles behind my neck, pulling her butt off the rug as
I licked and pushed my tongue into her juicy box.
She moaned and shook all over, and then I felt her go
limp and her legs fell heavily from around my neck onto
the Persian rug. I pulled back to look at her face. Her
eyes were shut tight and her lips open in a slack-jawed
smile. I positioned myself to penetrate her and buried
my rod in her pussy.
The sudden filling drew a loud "oooouuuh" from my wife
but I covered her lips with another kiss as I supported
my weight on my elbows and placed my hands on her
cheeks.
I began humping and she pushed back to meet each
stroke. Not wishing to come too soon I paused at full
penetration to feel her contract her vaginal muscles
around me then resumed a slower rhythm that brought her
to another orgasm before I had to raise my head and
groan as I emptied my sperm deep in her body.
I rested my head on the carpet, my chin on her
shoulder. She giggled and clinched her pussy muscles in
Cagle exercises around my now so sensitive penis. Oh, I
just love that "snapping pussy"!
She cooed, "I love you Dave."
"And I love you Di," I said and the rolled off her onto
my back. She cuddled up to me, head on my shoulder with
one hand under the small of my back and the other on my
chest. Air escaped from her vagina with an audible
series of "pop pop pops." We both chuckled at the
"pussy farts."
"Sounds like I did a good job," I said.
"It was wonderful," she cooed.
"You certainly are, baby" I said. My brain was just
getting enough blood back into it as my penis shrank
back to flaccid so I could think again. I ran my eyes
over the love of my life, illuminated by the fire and
cuddling me like I was her teddy bear and realized she
had fallen sound asleep. I pushed that loose curl over
her temple back out of her face then laid my hand down
on the rug and joined her in dreamland.
Part 4: Dawn and Doggie Style
I woke up to find that Di had rolled over and I was
spooned around her. She no longer had her head on my
arm, her cheek rested on her folded hands so I raised
my arm to look at my watch. Just after 6 AM. The time
confirmed that the gray light trickling through the
shutters was the approach of dawn. I decided to get up
and watch it but I paused to look at my naked bride,
curled almost into a fetal position in front of the
dying fire.
If my steps made any noise Di didn't seem to wake while
I opened the door. Cool air hit me gently. Not cool
enough to make me want to dress, just to make me feel
refreshed.
Many mornings as a child I'd risen naked from my pallet
on the floor to watch the sunrise from my mother's lap,
or sitting next to Aunt Jenny. Jenny would have poured
a steaming cup of herbal tea but today I opened the
fridge and pulled out a longneck. As I popped the top
and took my first sip I heard Dad's voice in my head:
"Beer, breakfast of losers and quitters!"
"No, Dad," I said to the voice, not today. I took
another swig and sat my naked behind down on the steps
facing east.
The sun peeked over the hills as I sat thinking of
Belle and Sis, Mel and Darren and our time as naked
children when our only care was play. It occurred to me
that when I was six and had to start wearing shorts Mom
had a great explanation for why I could no longer go
bare but for the life of me I couldn't remember what
that explanation was. It must have been good because I
don't remember Belle and Sis saying so much as a word
about it when I was the only clothed child. For that
matter, I don’t recall any complaints the next year
when they donned the bottoms of their two piece
swimsuits while Mel was still allowed to play naked.
I was lost in thought when I heard, "Oh my!" behind me
and turned to see Dianne wrapped in a sheet. "What a
view!" she said.
"So is mine," I said, devouring her draped body with my
eyes. She draped the sheet over my shoulders and sat
down beside me. She cuddled close to me then took the
beer from my hand and gulped a huge swig.
"I didn't think I should wake you," I said.
"You didn't. I got cold and saw you were gone so I
decided to join you. This view is beautiful. I'm glad
we can see it together."
"Yeah, when I come up here with Dad I'm too busy seeing
to the client's needs to enjoy the sunrise. This is how
I remember it as a child."
"With a beer in your hand?"
"Ha, ha, no, it would have been a cup of Jenny's hot
herbal tea."
Di moved her head so her chin rested on my shoulder. "I
am sooo looking forward to bringing your children
here."
"OUR children," I corrected. "But you know, even if you
get pregnant this year it will be a couple of years
before Junior can appreciate this. Maybe we could come
back while you're pregnant or you can come with your
girlfriends while I'm working."
"I think Sue and Angie will be pregnant soon," she
said. "In fact, we have a wager on who's first."
"OK, you have my attention. What's the bet?"
"Free babysitting," she grinned. "First one to deliver
gets the services of her friends as soon as the doctor
tells her it's OK to seduce her husband again." Di
licked my ear.
"Competitive sex. I think I like that."
"You recovered from last night, big boy?"
"Ready when you are, little girl."
I turned and kissed her squarely on the lips. She set
the beer down but it fell over and rolled off the porch
landing in the grass. Neither of us paid it any
attention as we fondled each other with the license of
blind beggars.
Di pulled her lips off mine and turned to offer me her
cheek which I kissed passionately. "Take me doggie
style. Right here in the sun," she whispered without
opening her eyes.
I was happy to comply and we rolled into the position.
Di put her face down into the sheet with her ass in the
air, her back straight. My erection was ready so I
plunged it into her sopping cunt. "Nnnghmmm," she
cooed, feeling the fullness. She put a cheek to the
sheet and reached back between her legs with both
hands. Her left played with her clit and with her right
she tried to fondle my balls. That wasn't as easy as it
sounds because they were bouncing and swinging as I
pounded into her vigorously. It wasn't long before I
felt the juice rise and I shot my load into her without
a word.
When she felt the flood Di pushed herself up to a
kneeling position in front of me and turned her face to
mine over her shoulder. I leaned forward to kiss her
and my hands moved from her hips to her tummy. Then I
dropped my right to her clit and pulled the hood back
with my finger tips. She dropped her hands to mine as
if to guide them to where they felt best.
My rapidly shrinking penis slipped out of her dripping
cunt as she fondled herself with my hands, moving my
left up to her breast. My right hand covered her crotch
and brought her to a shuddering orgasm.
"Tha', tha's 'nough! That's enough!" she moaned. If I
hadn't had my arms around her she might have fallen on
her face but I laid her down gently on the rumpled
sheet and knelt over her watching her tits rise and
fall with each deep breath. The morning sun painted her
a pale yellow.
"Ooooh! What a great way to start the morning," she
purred and stretched herself. She was able to reach my
balls and fondled them with one hand. When her eyes met
mine she cooed "As soon as the house stops spinning
I'll fix you some breakfast."
"You sure you're up to it?" I teased.
"Tee hee," she giggled. "Up to it!" she said as she let
go of my balls and grapped my flaccid dick. "You said
up to it!" and gave me a not so gentle tug. Her hand
slipped off, greased by sperm and her juices.
"Girl, you are in no shape to be near a stove!" I said.
"I don't have to be near a stove to serve you frosted
flakes like Mom did when you were a kid."
A flood of memories filled my sex-addled brain: Naked
children, me five years old and Belle and Sis four, Mel
three, with Mom pouring cereal, playing "Rock Paper
Scissors" for the toy in the cereal box, and the day
little Mel spilled cold milk all over Belle's chest
painting her nipples and tummy white. I was lost in the
memories for a few seconds before I realized I was
staring at Di's chest.
She propped herself up on one elbow and said, "I didn't
know frosted flakes would have such and effect on you.
You OK?"
"Yeah, just remembering." I rose to my feet and reached
down to her. She took my hands and I pulled her to her
feet. She glided into a hug then turned, keeping one
hand around my back.
"Come on big boy. Tell me all about it while I pour
your milk."
"I love you, Dianne."
"Enough to show me the Hide Out today?" she teased.
"Mom told you about the Hide Out?" I asked.
"Uh huh. And I insist you take me there today."
"Take you," I said as the pun hit my brain. "Do you
mean 'lead you there' or 'take' you like I just did?"
"Both," she giggled.
Part 6: Epilog
That day Dianne got to see not only the Hide Out but
every other fantasy I could remember: The deck of the
pirate ship where Wendy told Red Handed Jill stories to
Captain Hook's crew, the Lost Boys' hollow tree, and
the path where Hansel and Gretel left the trail of
bread crumbs. We didn't put on a stitch of clothes
until the following day for the drive home. If Dianne
isn't pregnant we'll come back soon to camp in Princess
Tiger Lilly's teepee and take Sinbad's magic carpet to
the Hundred Acre Woods.
When we get home Di wants me to call Mom for Belle and
Mel's phone numbers to see if they can join her this
summer. I hope I can join them on weekends like Dad
used to do. Even if they make me wear shorts I want to
come. Maybe the women will be adults and stay dressed.
Maybe they'll be six and wear only their swim suit
bottoms, or maybe we'll all be five years old, but
we'll make more memories for ourselves before we make
them with our children.
END
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