ARCHIVED STORY

This is an short work of mine and I am posting it to suggest you read my many
longer works, which I deem more sophisticated and much hotter, such as: "ALL
ABOUT THE BIRDS & BEES & BILLY" and the popularly acclaimed "PANDORA'S BOX GOT
ME MOM'S BOX"

This story is inspired from a photo that has been out on the Web for some time.
If you have not seen it please write me at oediplex@hotmail.com. If you are
looking for resources in this genre, after thirty-five years I know all of the
naughtiest and nastiest!

PERFECT AIR & PERFECT HEIR
A NATURALIST MOTHER AND HER NAKED SON

She believed in things being natural, as it was in nature; but, was what they
did at their secret beach a natural sort of activity between a mother and her
son?

It was one of those days where the air was perfect. It was the right
temperature, the right humidity, a slight breeze, perfect. You know how that
feels, when the atmosphere is just exactly at it's most comfortable. It is a
sensation that makes you want to be nude, shed your clothing and have the air
touch every square millimeter of your skin. The senses are alive with a
heightened sensuality from experiencing that light touch of air on your whole
body, your very pores seem to drink in oxygen and energy.

That must be the way we came out of the trees, but now we are the "naked ape" to
use Desmond Morris' phrase. And so much the better! To have the contact of air
to bare hide, with nothing to hide our exposed epidermis, neither fur nor fabric
to hamper our frolic, to stifle our freedom of being uncovered to the elements.
That day the air was perfect, sun bright, water cool, stones warm and smooth,
the sand soft and fine like sugar.

In their 'secret beach' Jenny, and Joey her son, took advantage of the day to be
natural. It was a hidden cove that Jenny had come to for many years, though not
since her husband had been killed in Korea. Now the young widow returned for
the first time, at last thinking she could handle the emotions of the memories
the shore held. Here they had first made love, her first time too. Here
between sheltering rocks they had conceived Joey. Here they had said good-bye
before he was shipped off to die, a day of intense passion and racking grief at
parting.

Yet Jennifer Dalton thought she could handle it. She had a smile on her face
and she knew what a perfect day it was for being a naturalist, an interest her
spouse had introduced to her and which she joyously embarrassed. They could not
afford an expensive camp on Army pay, but they could borrow a jeep. And one day
exploring they had found this hide-away tiny bay, accessible only by an
all-terrain vehicle. Where did one get one of those in those days, but from the
service? The jeep-ers were able to hide from the peepers in private at this
their secret beach.

No trash nor evidence ever indicated that others had ever been there. At the
end of the millennium the spot was over run, but mid-twentieth century it was
isolated and as devoid of humans as any place had been since creation. Here
they were Adam and Eve, not in a garden of innocence, but at the shore of
knowledge, carnal and otherwise. He had given her an Anhk, the Egyptian cross
of eternal life and promised to return. He didn't mean to break his promise,
she forgave him, still she grieved for a more than a year.

Her heart finally could no longer bear the burden of his death and so she had
looked to the renewal of life, hers; and his - for in her son she saw the
perfect heir. Joey was the splitting image of her husband, David. Jenny could
not help but bear up to the responsibility of raising a carbon copy of the man
she had loved so totally. This new man, a growing son, was her new purpose, her
resurrection of her beloved and the thing that gave life a vigor and vitality
that burst from her like the dawn's rosy rays.

So she had brought Joey here. Not that he had never been before, but now as an
adult, to be united with the naturalist tradition of his father. He would be
taught by his mother that it was not just fun to go naked, like running around
the bedroom as he had done as a child, waiting for the bath to fill at home; but
that it was special to be in the open on a warm, soft, perfect day, outside and
nude. Jenny could bear that responsibility to educate her son about being bare.
To convey to Joey the raw truth of the matter, that we are born without clothes,
that it was natural to be undressed.

Joey loved to come to their secret beach. Kid at heart he relished the rumbling
ride across the rough region between road and rocky seaside. There the water
was cool, but not cold, the sun heating the shallows to make the temperature of
the inlet comfortable much of the time during the summer. The waves were
wonderful, but the topology prevented unexpected undertows and discouraged
dangerous wild life. The spot was a paradise as his parents had proved.

When he was last here, some time before his dad had died, the whole family had
skinny-dipped. Then he thought it was because they had forgotten their suits.
Innocent back then but more knowledgeable now, today he understood from his mom
on the way in, that this was a philosophy of living, a way of life - at least
when in private and when here, at their secret beach. Jenny had instructed him
that they would leave their clothes at the jeep. She had bought the vehicle
after the war for practical - as well as sentimental reasons.

Joey was eager to be risqué, to prance on the stones like a monkey, devoid of
civilization; to romp with his rump bare-assed and flounce his cocky dick in the
salty sea air. Oh yes he knew this was a special moment, the first they had
been back in a long while, the first he and his mom had exposed themselves to
each other, not even at home, since his sire had died under fire. He understood
it was a rite of passage, even if the term was not consciously thought about, he
comprehended that today he would become a 'naturalist'.

AND SEE HIS MOM NAKED! Jenny might think he was mature enough to distinguish
nudity from sexuality, but he was a youth with hot hormones and curious about
the female form, reproductivity and the fun of playing with the opposite sex and
having sex. He would do his best to act grown-up, but the thing most grown was
the pointed prow of his peter. He took every chance to steal a glance at his
mother's body, not wanting to be too obvious about it. She was beautiful, not
like a movie star, with a large bust, but like a pretty college girl more his
own age than 'old enough to be his mom'.

Jenny was, in our modern parlance, comfortable in her skin. And comfortable to
be only in her skin, even in front of her son. She didn't mind him looking at
her, the youngster had to learn about females sometime. Nor did she mind
looking at the image of what her hubby must have appeared to be like as a teen.
His erection didn't bother her, it was a natural thing from in being out in the
open, with the draught across his fluff covered balls and cute tush. He was
only being male, after all. Jenny liked males, and she loved the memory of her
husband, her lover reincarnate in their son.

It was okay with her that her breast were smaller than the voluptuous
cover-girls. David had taught her not only NOT to be self-conscious about her
physical self - but to be aware that her physical attributes WERE just as
attractive as any other gal. She knew that her nipples had just as many nerve
endings as the big busted bathing beauties in the magazines. She had a flat
tummy many women her age would give a tiara for, and it was crowned with a
magnificent bush she trimmed to keep from being too tangled. Her navel was a
setting for a jewel and her hips the slender girlish figure so many ladies lost
with middle age.

She wore the looped cross of eternal youth, the Anhk, ancient pagan symbol of
everlasting life, draped from her neck so that it hung directly over her heart,
as a reminder of her connection with the male virility that made this place
special in her life. It stood too, in her mind for the female fecundity that
gave birth to the offspring of Jenny's and David's union, the youth with prick
now proudly piking toward the blue sky. It was all natural, the way it was when
humans were first coming to understand their place in nature and how the world
was also changed by the forces of creation and life. Pregnant Venus figures
appeared as early art and were venerated as the mother-earth goddess back then,
nude statues of fertility.

Jenny felt a connection with that primitive sense of being one with the natural
world when she was naked - no - nude. As she had explained to Joey on the way
to the seascape of serene privacy and secluded sensuality, being nude was being
natural, unclothed and innocent. Nakedness was naughty, Adam and Eve had
realized they were naked after having tasted the apple. Before they were simply
nude like the animals, but when lust came into the world and sin entered
peoples' hearts, then divesting of modesty was associated with animal behavior -
indiscriminate appetites for all things lascivious and licentious.

Joey had the hots for his mom, and almost any nice looking gal for that matter,
but especially for his mother because she was so lonely since his father had
left. Now they were here once more at their secret beach, alone, nude - well
she was, but he was naked - and he knew the difference. He was unsure how he
could take away the pain, but if it was to be in a physical sense, there would
be no better time than this day to do it. No wonder he had a stiffy, and his
mother made no pretense of not seeing it, in fact she gazed at it longingly,
like if she was looking at an old photo of his father.

"Joey", his mother broke the silence, "It's okay if you want to look at mommy's
body, I don't mind. And I will observe yours too. You look so much like the
photos of your father when he was your age. Handsome and masculine and with his
sweet smile." Jenny sighed.

"Gosh! mom you're so pretty, I can't help it, it's really all right?"

"Yes, darling go ahead, look all you want, this is your chance to see that there
is nothing wrong with being without clothes; that the human body is beautiful.
A wonderful creation, special and unique among the animals on earth, because we
alone know we have the choice to be covered or not. It is our brains, not our
bodies, that lift us above the beasts."

"And it's okay with you that I have a hard-on?"

"An erection, yes, that is a perfectly natural phenomenon, for young males to
sport their potency. But let's go for a swim, that will cool us down and shrink
that nice looking lance." But somewhere in the back of her mind, she sort of
wanted his manhood to continue being displayed in rigid arousal. But she did
not want Joey to feel at all embarrassed about his butt being buck-naked, nor
cocky of his endowment, nearly as large as his father's had been.

She tried to put aside her thinking about his member - arousal, cock, rigid,
spurt; goodness she thought to herself, that was getting far too sexual. But
then she realized that she was only human too, and had buried her sexual needs
since the crushing news of David's demise. Even if it was her own son, a naked
- no, nude - male, handsome and well hung, had to have an effect on her,
naturally!

Joey took her hand, interrupting her musings and pulled her to the water. The
sea was a perfect contrast to the heat of the late afternoon sun as they bathed
and splashed and played, skipping stones and dipping into the deeper part where
a pool beside a low flat rock made for a natural spot to plunge into the
wetness. Even in the ocean, Joey's flagpole did not become entirely flaccid.
Contrarily, her nipples hardened and pouted with the dripping of the chilled
water off them.

Eventually, they had their fill of aquatic amusement and stepped ashore to dry
off. Joey took his towel and with a gallant air began drying her back, starting
with Jenny's shoulders and moving down her back to her backside where he
brazenly patted her buns. She smiled at his little examination of her
posterior. Mother turned to son and as his eyes zeroed in on her aureoles, she
used the towel she had been drying her hair with and flipped it completely over
his head, effectively blinding his sight of her charms, and tousled his hair to
get the excess dampness out.

Joey giggled at the sensation like he had as a tike, and pushed the terrycloth
in his hands forward to try to sponge the droplets from her front. This was
poorly managed as he was sightless, his head being covered, yet with the
fumbling he still managed to mash her chest with his palms, the fabric the only
barrier between her bosom and his fingers. They firmed again with his bungled
bumping. She slipped the towel from his head to his torso to protect against
his clumsy attempt to cop a feel of her tits.

As she stroked the cloth downwards she encountered his cock and dangling nuts,
her light brush renewed the boner to what seemed like it's natural position when
exposed. Jenny smiled at the sneaky touching both had delighted at. But now as
evening began to approach, with the sun low, the wind picked up and the
evaporation made their skin tighten with goose-bumps. "Let's watch the sunset
from our blanket before we have to go," She suggested to her son.

They walked hand in hand to the sheltering cliff where sand had collected to
make a smooth pliant flat section. The higher rocks acted as windbreaks, but
their view of the horizon was open and the sky was beginning to take on a ruddy
hue. They sat side by side, silent for a moment. Jenny remembered this very
spot. She had gained a spouse, lost her virginity, conceived a baby, lost her
husband exactly there; where now she and that son, the perfect heir of his
father's physique, sat. She lay back as the memories and emotions washed over
her in waves of love and lust. The surge of feelings were like being drowned in
the pain of loss and the sight of her boy next to her was like the air her heart
was gasping for.

Joey stretched out next to his mom, quiet, understanding that her mood was
reflecting the many associations she had for their location. Jenny realized
that her son was looking at her with concern. "Don't worry Honey,' she
reassured, "I'm okay. Do you want to know a secret?" Joey naturally did. "This
is where your daddy and I made you, we started the baby that became you, right
here on this very site, I remember those rocks looking down on us as we made
love and made you!"

"Gosh! mom! You guys screwed right here?" It was not quite the direction Jenny
meant the conversation to go but she affirmed the fact, nodding her head. "How
many times did you do it?" Joey was wide eyed and eager to hear as much as his
mother would share.

"It only took . . . well, it just takes once to become pregnant, But I think we
made three efforts that day, once in the morning and just before our afternoon
nap, but I'm sure that the third time - right at sunset - was when I got
pregnant with you ."

"No, I mean how many times did you and Pop have sex here at our secret beach all
those years."

"Oh! Heavens - it was every time, usually twice a visit, at least. I think we
came any time he had liberty and the sun was shining. That had to be almost
twice a month in the summers, for let's see . . . SAY! why do you want to know
that?"

"Gee mom! I think that fucking outside must be really cool, I mean hot - you
know - very exciting."

"Yes it certainly is, and your father was excellent at it. But don't say that
four-letter word when what we were doing was making love and a baby. You
wouldn't say, 'My mother fucks a lot.' would you?"

"Well, I couldn't right now because you don't have a boyfriend, nor married, but
you and daddy did do it right here, dozens of times.?"

Jenny laughed, and pulled he son close to whisper in his ear, "Yes and mommy
liked it every time, but that is just between the two of us. We want to keep
that in the family. She suddenly realized that her hug had brought them
together so that her breasts pressed against his chest and his peter poked her
tummy. The twist of the conversation from baby making to love making to her
admission of liking sex had begun to turn her on. Joey was her son, but a male
as well, and the setting was rousing old feelings with this perfect copy of her
only lover.

Jenny slowly rolled back away so as not to appear to be negatively reacting to
their touch. Actually the opposite was true, she had started to dampen between
her thighs. A natural thing, considering everything that this emotion laden
place stirred up, she reassured herself. But Joey had other ideas about
continuing the bodily contact. He turned toward her, so he wound up half laying
on Jenny, one leg over hers, his respectable root on her thigh where she could
detect a hint of precum which dampen her bare skin. Why shouldn't he be like
his father in that respect, she thought to herself, for that matter as horny
outdoors as both his parents, truth be told?

It came to her she was horny now too. The seaside paradise, the hidden haven of
a little heaven on earth beside the sea was ideal for temptation. That is why
so much had happened here. She felt safe and protected, private, and secure
enough to give herself freely to nudity, to her husband, to losing her
maidenhead, to making - no, use Joey's vernacular - to fucking. Only they knew
what went on, what came off, what went in and how many times they came. And
what came out of it all was this perfect copy of the man she loved.

Jenny was lost in a moment of memory and clutched her son to her as she had her
husband that last day of passion, before the shock of grief. Spouse and son were
for an instant one and the same, she kissed him and called, "David . . ." Joey,
confused but game for a sexy kiss, even - no especially from his mom, bussed her
back with enthusiasm. His warm lips made Jenny's mouth naturally open up to a
French kiss, and for long moments their lingual digits danced the duet of
lovers. A splash of spray from a strong wave bursting on a nearby boulder
brought her back to the present. She lifted her brow in surprise at what they
had just done and she put her hand up to cover her mouth in shock.

Jenny gasped, but Joey knew that she was not upset. They both laughed, the
tension broke. "For a minute there, I thought I was back in your father's arms
and making love to him!" The mother smiled to make light of her inappropriate
action.

"That's okay mom, I know I look a lot like dad. I know you loved him a whole
lot, and I'm glad you love me too. It was fun and I didn't mind. After all,
this is our 'secret beach' and know one knows what goes on here, it stays in the
family, just between us. And just between us I wish we could do it again."
That made Jenny's eyes go wide, but she didn't move and they remained in the
clench. "And just between us," Joey now was the one leaning close and speaking
in a breathy soft voice, "I wish I could do what daddy did. With a not too
subtle hint he pushed his stiff dick higher on her leg and gently cupped a
nipple with his palm.

Jenny thought about the youth's proposal, but she knew that would not be what
should normally happen with mothers and sons. Still her pussy was damp with
erotic fluids, as dirty thoughts flowed in on a tide of lust. "No Joey, you
can't take daddy's place Sweetheart."

"Not in your heart, but I could in your body!" Joey maneuvered himself higher
on her prone form. "Weren't you and dad planning on another baby when he got
back from the war? Don't you want another baby?"

"Joey! we couldn't, it would be right, what if someone found out?"

"Who's going to find out - since we are here, no one will know!"

Jenny threw her head back and laughed at her child's lack of logic. "Babe! if I
have another baby, everyone will know I got knocked-up, and since - as you
pointed out - I have no boyfriend or hubby they will wonder who the father is.
When he comes out looking like a carbon-copy of you and your dad, they could
pretty well guess who the father is then. That would be a scandal that would
haunt us all our lives!"

"If we move, you could say dad did it before he went off overseas."

"It is the right time of the month for me to conceive, but Darling, making a
baby doesn't happen every time people - fuck.. Besides, I don't think that I
should be the person to take your virginity either." She interrupted their
conversation that had concentrated their attention on each other. "Oh! Look at
the beautiful sunset!' The sky was a brilliant glowing cacophony of color,
orange mixed with red that blended into purples, the blue dome framed the varied
hues and puffy white clouds overhead contrasted the tints with their highlighted
linings glowing gloriously.

The moment made it a special juncture of mothering love and romantic lust.
Jenny found her lips seeking Joey's to celebrate the spectacle. Joey,
instinctively responded by now kissing his mother back in a seductive way as he
crept over her to spread his legs on each side of hers. His weeping penis
pushed its clear ooze into her open navel. Their arms entwined as the glory of
that place and the memory of their dearly departed raised the specter of incest.
Jenny's brain was becoming fogged with the chemistry of sexual arousal.

He's only doing what comes naturally, it echoed in her head. He is a naturalist
now, after today, just like his father. Just like his Father made me a
naturalist. Just like his father made me. Just like his father and I made him
here. Just like I lost my virginity here. Wouldn't he be just like his mother
to lose his virginity here an this sacred spot? He was heir to the perfect spot
to do things in privacy, in secret. Who would know if I taught him about sex.
Let him take his daddy's place inside my body, they are both inside my heart, I
love them both so much.

Joey could feel the loosening of his mom's thighs, the kisses were now tongue
tussles and sweet smooches all over each other's face. He brought his feet
together, a wedge to part the limbs that guarded the canal of love. Still he
did not force things, but let the natural course of events unfold. He knew that
soon he and his mother would be fucking. He broke from the lip lock and
whispered, "Do you want to know a secret?" Jenny nodded affirmatively. "Mommy,
we are naked, naughty naked like Adam and Eve after they tasted the apple!"

Jenny realized he was right, They had gone from nudity to nakedness, and with
that transition from natural love to un-natural lust, from the blessing of
togetherness to the sin of incestuous sexual union. But she didn't care any
more, David was coming home. She now spread her legs wide to welcome him, to
give her man a natural spot to plunge into the wetness of her womanhood. The
shores of carnal knowledge were awash with the waves of desire that flooded
them, Jenny and Joey both.

Jenny was mother-earth taking in the seed to produce the fruit of her loins.
The fruit of his father's loins was plowing at the gates of heaven. She stop
thinking then and just allowed the exciting sensations to cascade over her.
Joey moved down so that his mouth could suckle on his mom's nipples. The
youngster's hips humped his hard-on through her pubic hair in a search for his
place of origin. This prompted Jenny to raise her knees to guide her son home
as her back arched to angle her dripping cove for his harpoon to thrust in.

The plum colored head of Joey's spear, a match for the fading sunset, pushed
through the portals of his mom's secret petals, the bay of birth was private no
longer as the perfect heir pierced where only his Pater had explored. It sank
into the warm liquid depths, stone solid prick of pride in putting it to his
beautiful mother. He withdrew the shaft and thrust again, it felt so good;
again, again. The rhythm of the rucking couple repeated and echoed off the
rocks, the slapping of flesh a clapping unheard other than by gulls overhead.
The birds cries were nothing to the cries of ecstasy issued from Jenny as Joey
fucked her.

The splashes of sea-spray cooled the steaming pair as her climaxes rose and fell
and peaked and rolled over her entire being. Then she sense the urgent tattoo
of Joey's taboo taking of her, his impending orgasm now on automatic. She felt
the hot seed of his semen squirt deep inside her womb, the delicious throbbing
of his male member within her; no memory of love lost, but now the proof of lust
discovered as a force of nature.

In a profound rush, her brain began to function once more. Yes! Sex was a
irresistible force of nature. The monkeying around that naked apes did was only
natural. Didn't she read about incest among the Bonobos, the pigmy chimps, in
an issue of National Geographic? And the natives in hot climates were always
almost naked. Did they have any incest in their culture? Of course the
magazine would never mention anything like that, any more than it showed them
fucking - no making love, and they were nude, not naked. They must have morals
too, like any human culture.

But what had happened here at their secret beach might be immoral, but it was
immortality too. The perfect heir taking his father's legacy and carrying it to
the next generation, Jenny knew that she would get with child from this
intercourse. Yes they could move North to a different community, closer to
their special cove. And here, thought Jenny as Joey's penis slipped from her
vagina, on this perfect day, when the air was perfect, and her body was ripe,
they had made another perfect heir. In the sky the sun had set but on
mother-earth, the son was just rising again, naturally!