My mom, Eloise, raised me from age 5 to present, barely 18, entirely on her own. Most single parents encounter insurmountable obstacles when taking on a challenge of this nature, but my mom is an especially stable and determined woman. Let me give you an example.
A while back she and I took a summer camping trip to a nearby park where we could pursue all of my outdoor desires. Things like fishing, canoeing, swimming, etc. Mom was like that. If Robby wants it, if she could afford it, and it was legal and safe, we usually did it. This adventure, however, developed into much more than we anticipated. Depending on the individual opinions, it was all good or all bad.
It was a typical hot summer day so we were both dressed accordingly. I was wearing cut-offs and no shirt. Mom was wearing very short shorts and a flimsy cotton knit halter. Had I been more alert and informed I would have noticed she was not wearing a bra. Her large nipples jutting through the thin top was a dead giveaway. Neither of us were aware of the other’s attire.
We loaded the car with our carefully selected supplies, and I pulled our vehicle out onto the road. Mom always let me drive when we were going somewhere together and time was not an issue. This stimulated my ego and did wonders for my manhood. This was going to be a great weekend.
“Robby,” Mom said in her ever pleasant voice, “did you get all of your fishing gear?”
“Yes, Mom,” I answered equally cordial, “I put it together last night so we could get an early start this morning.”
“Clever boy,” she said.
“Boy?” I challenged. “Mom, I’m a man now. I’m going to college in September; remember?”
“Sorry, young man,” she said in a patronizing manner. “You’re just growing up too fast for me to keep up with, Robby. I’ll try to do better.”
“I know, Mom, and I shouldn’t be so sensitive about it. It’s just that I’ve been waiting a long time to grow up.”
She just patted him on the leg and smiled. “I know.”
We had been to this park before so I knew just where to go, and what needed to be done to set up camp. Mom tried to help, but I was so determined to do it on my own that she just got in the way. Regardless, we were all squared away before lunch. We had lunch from a basket Mom had prepared before we left home, and then we got lazy and stretch out for a short snooze. When we woke up it was mid afternoon. We decided to explore the area around our camp.
We hiked up the mountain part way where we found a small pond fed by a stream that channeled melted snow to the valley below. I tested the water.
“Good for swimming?” Mom asked.
“A little nippy, but in this weather that should be just right,” I surmised trying to sound like an adult. “But we didn’t bring our swim suits.”
“Let’s be naughty,” Mom suggested with a sparkle in her eyes. “When I was a teenage girl your Aunt Millie and I used to go skinny dipping on Grandpa’s farm. Want to try it?”
“Sure,” I said excitedly. “But what’s skinny dipping?”
“Poor baby,” she said almost apologetically, “you’ve missed so much growing up in the City, haven’t you?”
“I’m okay, but I still don’t know about skinny dipping.”
“Well. That’s where everybody strips down to their birthday suits and jumps in the water. It’s wicked in a way, but it’s a lot of fun. Want to try?”
“I’m game,” I said eager to try something new. “Turn around,” I told Mom so I could undress. I was wearing only cut-offs.
“Yes sir,” Mom said secretly smiling at my shyness.
I slipped into the rather cold mountain pond, and expressed my surprise at the icy water enveloping my body. Then I suddenly warmed up. I watched Mom as she pulled her top over her head revealing her breasts. This was my first occasion to gaze upon her feminine charms without obstructions. The slight twinge I felt at my crotch surprised me. Not that my cock responded to the sight of my mother half nude, but because it was my mother – not some naked woman I spied through my neighbor’s bathroom window or a nude posing in a magazine.
