Dear Betty,

It's me again,"George", who wrote to you awhile back about my upbringing in a family that was very open-minded about nudity. However the subject of masturbation was taboo, so therefore, heard about it from guys at school, and did it in private in the bathroom or garage. As I said before, I wish you were around years ago, for I had a lot of guilt feeling until I came across your site.

Mother had a good friend, Louise, a practical nurse, in her 40's, who would come over several times a week to help with Grandma who was in dotage. Sis was 12 years old, and I was 15. One hot afternoon Sis asked Mom if she could get under the sprinkler in her birthday suit. Our back yard was enclosed. Mom replied that she and I could after Louise left, Louise overheard the conversation and told us to strip, for she had seen lots of naked kids.

One Saturday, I overslept, the folks and Sis had gone into the big city without me. I awoke with a large erection and walked naked into the bathroom not realizing that Louise was washing some items in the sink. Oops! She laughed and asked me if I would put a flag on that pole on the 4th of July! She then told me that there was absolutly nothing to be ashamed of for she had 2 sons which I already knew.

Louise said that I was developing into a man and that I had a nice cock. My hard-on had subsided. She said she would be finished in a minute, but I told her I had to pee right away. She told me to go ahead, so I went in front of her while she watched. After I finished, she asked if I masturbated, which embarrased and shocked me. She said her boys did once in a while but she had never seen them do it.

I admitted to her that I did several times a week. Talking frankly about the subject, my penis overheard the conversation and up it came! Again she told me that was a normal reaction. Then she said, "If the answer is no, forget this whole thing happened. But would you do me favor and let me stroke your cock until you come? Then you can masturbate me." She knew what the answer would be. She took me by the penis, led me across the hall, to mother's sewing room. She told me to help her undress, for she had a sore wrist and would I help pull her girdle off? Gladly!

Louise smiled, squatted down close in front of me, spit into her hand, and it took only four or five gentle strokes for me to gush onto her breasts. I was startled and then pleased when she congratulated me while wiping my semen away. She then took my hands in hers, pulled me down to the floor, sat back against the table and opened her legs. It was the first pussy I ever saw! She had me spit into my hand, showed me how to play with her clitoris, then leaned back and closed her eyes. I could hear her breathing deeply through her nose while i rubbed her clit. I couldnt stop staring at her full bush and wet pussy and quickly got another erection. Before long she moaned and gasped out that she was going to cum which caused my cock to spurt again with absolutely no stroking. I couldn't keep rubbing her because she bucked her hips and ground her vulva down onto my hand. I struggled to keep up!

That was my first sexual experience. We remained good friends for many years, and no one ever found out about our brief affair.

Regards, George

For George's previous story see http://www.bettydodson.com/nudiststory.htm.