Reflecting on the 1970s through rose-tinted spectacles, it’s clear that it was a blissfully innocent time for kids to come of age, with a charming naivety about the world. No personal computers, no cell phones, no internet—just good old-fashioned, do-it-yourself entertainment for simpler times.
My sexual awakening began that summer during a holiday in Norfolk, where I stayed with Jon’s family in their quaint old barn conversion near the beach. Jon and I were inseparable best friends, forging a bond that would endure long after the scorching summer of ’76. How could I have possibly predicted being groomed by my bestie for a fortnight of debauchery and taboo sex?
As the sun began to set, Viktor, Jon’s dad, expertly packed the final bag into their trusty Renault 4 and declared that it was time to hit the road. Excitement crackled in the air as the engine roared to life. Jon and I made sure to grab a stack of comic books to keep us entertained during the long journey ahead. Viktor cranked out the ABBA tunes on the cassette player while Inga sang along in her adorable Danish accent. As we left London in the rearview mirror, it was clear that Jon’s parents were the epitome of cool—almost hippy-like in their carefree attitude towards life. In contrast, my own parents were more traditional, clinging to their Victorian values like a life raft in a stormy sea. Oh, the adventures that awaited us on this road trip with the grooviest family around!
As the clock ticked away, only thirty minutes remained in our journey. In my mind, I was already envisioning myself frolicking on the beach and embarking on adventures like Captain Kirk. Overhearing Inga and Viktor chatting about Sonja, Jon’s older sister, whom I had yet to meet since she was away at university, piqued my curiosity. It seemed Sonja was set to arrive in a few days, and Viktor’s excitement was obvious. Jon whispered in the backseat that his sister was apparently a real head-turner, and I would certainly see her naked. Looks like things were about to get interesting!
“James, I want to give you a heads up about what to expect at the barn. Did Jon tell you that we’re naturists?” Inga asked. I had no idea what a naturist was, but I pictured us all wandering through the woods with binoculars and safari hats.
“I am not really sure what a naturist is, Mrs. Jensen,” I found out the very next day Jon had kept many secrets from me.
“You can call me Inga, sweetie. Well, let me explain… When we’re on holiday, we love to completely unwind and just be ourselves, shedding some of the societal constraints. We spend most of our time in the nude, embracing our true selves. I had noticed the ‘Health and Efficiency’ magazines on the top shelf of our newsagent and instantly grasped what Inga was referring to. The realisation that our holiday wasn’t going to be how I imagined hit me hard, especially between my legs.
I glanced over at Jon, who smiled and shrugged his shoulders, mouthing the word “What” at me as if I should have already known. My heart raced as I thought about Inga parading around in her birthday suit. Jon was aware of my secret crush on his hot mother. I loved how warm and cuddly she was and how her braless breasts would swing gracefully as she moved under her clothes, her nipples always poking against the fabric. Suddenly, a horror gripped the pit of my stomach; was I expected to be naked in front of them? What if I got an erection? The shame and embarrassment would be intolerable.
Viktor confidently stated, “Of course, you must do what makes you comfortable. The choice is yours, not ours. However, I can assure you that there is nothing on planet Earth that can compare to the exhilarating experience of shedding your clothes and mingling with other like-minded individuals, right, Son?”
“Yeah Dad, being naked with you and Mom is a lot of fun for sure,” Jon responded as if he needed to really convince me, aware that I would be drawn to the word “fun.” After a brief pause, he continued, “It’s okay if you get a boner, bro; it happens. Mom and Dad won’t mind.
“That’s right, dear. It’s nature’s expression of appreciation and a display of vitality and prowess. There’s nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. Women can also experience erections at times.” Inga’s velvet tones made my cock twitch.
“How…. ladies don’t have a… you know…” I wasn’t bold enough to use the word penis, dick, or cock in front of Jon’s parents.
“Sweetie, I have so much to teach you about women!” She paused for a moment, allowing her words to sink in. “It may not be obvious at first glance, but there are small nuances that only the trained eye can pick up on.” A woman’s erections are subtle; our nipples stiffen, so that’s how you know,” she enjoyed my innocence, eagerly waiting to see if I would enquire about the second erection.
“But… you said there were two erections; do you mean both nipples?” My face was flushed. I couldn’t believe the discussion we were having so openly.
“Have you seen a woman’s vagina before, sweetie?” She turned to face me with a big smile; her soft blue eyes melted me instantly. I always thought she was hot. “It’s okay, you can tell me; no need to be shy; Jon has seen mine.” I felt an uncontrollable swelling in my shorts.
“Um… no, Mrs. Jensen, not a real one,” I said, shifting in my seat to ease the pressure in my shorts.
“It’s Inga… Call me Inga. So you have seen one in a pornographic magazine then?” I looked like a deer caught in the headlights; she smiled and continued.
“At the top of a woman’s entrance is an erogenous zone called the clitoris, a small bud covered by a protective hood. It looks similar to the tip of a penis, only much smaller. They come in all sizes, just like men do. When aroused, the clit becomes engorged and protrudes from its hood; the vagina becomes rather wet too.” My cheeks were on fire.
“Mom’s clit is pretty big, but Sonja’s is even bigger,” Jon was like an excited puppy, eager to share his knowledge of their anatomy.
“James, do you have any other questions, sweetie?” She could tell I was squirming in my seat, curious about what she was going to say next. “No, thank you, Mrs. Jen… Inga, I just learnt something new about women,” was the only cheesy response I could come up with.
“Not far now, ten minutes or so and we’ll be there,” Viktor announced. I spent the rest of the journey nursing a painful erection, dreaming about Inga and her erect clit.
It was almost eleven when we arrived at the barn. We were all exhausted from the journey but relieved to finally be there. The air was crisp and clean, although it was still warm. Jon and I worked together to unload the bags from the car. Inga recommended that we call it a night and get some rest before our first day. Jon and I quickly brushed our teeth and headed to our bedroom.
Without warning Jon stripped off and lay naked on his bed. I’d seen him naked in the showers at school, but not semi-erect; he was totally unconcerned by his arousal. The night was muggy, too warm for sheets. I took off my clothes and jumped into bed wearing only my underpants.
“What the fuck, Jon! You’re a family of naturists; why didn’t you tell me before? Doesn’t it feel weird walking around seeing your mom and dad nude?” Still trying to get my head around it, I was keen to hear Jon’s point of view.
“Would you have come if I had told you? Don’t worry; you’re just nervous. That will pass. I know Mom and Dad will enjoy you being naked; I was a little freaked out. “And take those fucking stupid pants off. Get into the spirit of the holiday; you won’t regret it… Trust me…. Night, bro!” Jon flicked off his bedside lamp and settled down to sleep.
I struggled to fall asleep even though I was exhausted. The mix of excitement and dread about what the next day would bring kept me wide awake. The night was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the usual hustle and bustle of London. The hoots of owls outside sounded strange and made me a bit nervous. I could hear Viktor and Inga talking in hushed tones downstairs, but I couldn’t make out much of what they were saying. Curious, I quietly got out of bed and glanced over at Jon, who was fast asleep.
I quietly made my way to the door, my heart racing as I heard their voices growing louder. They were getting ready for bed and coming closer. I hurriedly slipped under the covers and pretended to be asleep, trying to stay still as the door slowly creaked open.
“They’re fast asleep, so angelic,” Inga whispered to Viktor. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up early to the delicious aroma of fresh coffee and toast. Jon was still fast asleep, sprawled out on his back, displaying his morning wood. I noticed that the door was wide open, so whoever was making coffee must have peeked in. Feeling a bit panicked, I looked down and let out a sigh of relief—I was decent. Jon was right; the best way to truly enjoy the holiday for everyone’s sake was to join in. Not participating would only make the others, and ultimately myself, feel uncomfortable. So, I decided to embrace the day and make the most of it; off came the underpants.
With a deep breath, I stood at the threshold of the bedroom, preparing myself for what lay beyond. As I exited and descended the stairs with determination. The enticing aroma of coffee enveloped me, guiding my steps towards the kitchen where Inga’s melodic humming of an Abba tune greeted me. I was momentarily stunned by the sight of her naked back and voluptuous figure, her curves accentuated by the spill of her large breasts beyond her narrow frame. Her waist was trim, her hips shapely, and her fleshy buttocks swayed with each graceful movement. The sound of my approach caught her attention, and she turned towards me with a smile.
“Good morning, my sweet! Did you sleep well?” Her piercing blue eyes locked with mine, holding me captive. Like the statue of Venus, she stood there, waiting as my eager teenage gaze roamed freely over her perfect naked flesh. All the while she looked approvingly at my cock.
My eyes carefully scanned every inch of her, starting from her beautifully cheerful face. I followed the curve of her neck down to her impressive chest, which was full and hung heavily. I noticed her nipples slowly stiffen as my lusting eyes roved downward. Her fluffy mound was covered by wispy blonde pubes. Fleshy lips hung down from her puffy slit. I spotted the bud about the size of a baked bean poking proudly out from its hood. I felt a stirring deep inside my stomach as I traced my eyes back up her magnificent body. Her nipples were exceptionally thick, about an inch in length. Our eyes met once more, sending a surge of excitement through me.
“I can see that you are a fellow naturist, James, and I must say, you are very well put together!” Her gaze shifted downward again purposely, a look of delight spreading across her face as she flashed a bright smile of approval.
“Would you like some breakfast? We have cornflakes or toast.” My face flushed as the blood pumped to my cock as I glanced at her swollen clit. I hurried to the table and just managed to sit down in the nick of time.
“Morning darling, sleep well?” Jon appeared sporting his morning wood. Inga held out her arms for a hug; I nearly choked on my cornflakes as his cock pressed against her mound and slipped between her thighs.
They kissed on the lips and hugged for longer than usual for a greeting. “I really love our morning hugs, Mom,” Jon said, looking directly at me with a big smile on his face.
My cock was the hardest it’s ever been, sticking up and pressing into the underside of the kitchen table. Jon, still at full mast, walked over to the table; his cock was wet. He winked as he sat next to me. My head was spinning as I tried to process what I had just witnessed. It felt like I was in a weird dream. I couldn’t help but question the reality of it all. Did Jon actually just push his erection between his mother’s legs? Inga appeared completely unfazed, but little did I know at that moment that hug was just the beginning. Jon and I finished breakfast while Inga prepared sandwiches for lunch.
“Come on, let’s head to the river,” Jon exclaimed eagerly as he pushed the table forward and stood. His erection had subsided.
I heard him gasp, then he froze in his tracks, eyes and jaw wide open in disbelief as he saw what was previously hidden from view. He looked up at my face. “FUCKING HELL!” Escaped from his mouth, before looking back down to my engorged pole. His reaction made me throb even harder. Inga had turned to offer us our foil-wrapped sandwiches.
“Jon, darling, whatever is the matter? Are you okay?” Inga’s concerned voice snapped Jon out of his trance.
“James has a big stiffy,” Jon blurted out the first thing that came into his head.
“Well, good for him! Now, let’s get on with the day. Are you two heading to the river? You’ll be needing these to keep you going.” Inga had a foil-wrapped package in each hand and held them out towards each of us.
My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it was going to burst through my chest. I couldn’t stay seated while Inga held the package towards me—that would be rude. I was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Slowly, with all the courage I could muster, I rose from my seat. My erection caught on the edge of the table, causing it to spring violently upward, slapping hard against my belly, before bobbing around. Inga’s mouth fell open, and she looked horrified. Instantly, I felt ashamed of myself and considered sitting back down to hide from view.
“See, Mom, I told you he likes you and has a big one,” Jon exclaimed, his eyes wide and fixed on it. Inga did her best to ignore my embarrassment.
“Mmmm! And I thought your father was pretty big… James, please don’t feel bad. I am not angry or upset; I feel extremely flattered by your attention. You shouldn’t be ashamed or embarrassed; I am honoured to have witnessed such a magnificent erection,” Inga said as she set the sandwich down on the table and held out her arms, inviting me in for her morning hug. I was thrilled by Inga’s kind words and gesture. It made me feel special and appreciated. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
I glanced over at Jon, seeking his approval. He nodded, giving me the confidence to step forward apprehensively, my hard-on leading the way, carrying me closer to her body. I anticipated the warmth and comfort of her embrace. The feeling of our skin touching sent a surge of electricity through me as the tip of my cock slid slowly between her soft thighs just below her pussy, which was soaking wet. I squashed against her hard nipples and soft pillows. She took a sharp breath and gasped softly, causing my cock to pulse between her warm thighs. She felt amazing, and I couldn’t resist cupping her fleshy buttocks.
“Heavens above, that is BIG.” It’s as though she meant to say that to herself rather than out loud. After several minutes she patted my left buttock, signalling it was time to head off with Jon.
I gazed into her mesmerising blue eyes, which seemed to reveal a hidden feral desire. Her arousal was obvious; I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy. She nervously licked her dry lips, adding to the anticipation in the air. The heady scent of her sex filled my senses, heightening the moment. Reluctantly, I held onto her for a few more seconds, not wanting to break free from her embrace. I flexed my shaft for as long as I could hold it, expanding the girth. I watched as her eyes widened with surprise. She let out a deep, soft moan, and in that moment I realised I was the one in control, not her. As I tried to pull away, she held on tightly, unwilling to let me go. She looked down, biting on her lower lip, watching as the long shaft, glistening with her juice, came into view again. “Oh! My goodness,” she gasped.
“Hey, come on, bro, I want to show you the swing rope and my treehouse,” Jon exclaimed excitedly as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the kitchen door, leaving Inga standing alone, bewildered and very turned on.
Ambling towards the river, Jon suddenly broke the silence, causing my mind to snap from the thoughts of Inga.’s warm embrace. “Did you see the look on my mom’s face? That was a hot hug; I bet she’s fingering herself right now.” I’d never heard Jon talk about his mother like that before. We were both still high, intoxicated by what had happened and where it might have led.
“Seriously… That’s your MOTHER; anyway, what makes you think she’s interested in a teenage boy… AND why did you discuss my cock with her?” This holiday was fucked up; my emotions ran wild, unable to process what was happening.
‘Promise you won’t tell a living soul, Jon glared at me, ”I promise you I won’t tell a living soul,” I vowed. “No, you have to truly mean…
