My husband John and I had been wanting to go camping for quite a long time. Our first sexual experiences together had been on camping trips, so that kind of vacation had always held special meaning for us. After our son Trey was born, we managed to go on a few trips but as Trey got older we were unable to take him with us. Then my husband got a new job which required a lot of travel, and we didn't go camping for years.

Finally my husband got enough seniority within his company to request vacation time in the summer, which was peak time for his industry. Trey was 12 at the time, so we felt bad about leaving him with a babysitter, but we really had no choice as we were planning to fuck like bunnies on this camping trip. We finally obtained a babysitter, a young college student, but a few days before we were finally supposed to leave, she backed out because of some emergency, or so she claimed. We were despondent. We couldn't reschedule because of my husband's tight schedule at work, so we had no choice but to take Trey with us. We were able to change our plans to accommodate Trey. Originally we had planned to camp in a swinger's outdoor retreat, where we knew our sexual antics would not bother anybody, but children were not allowed at that camp. So we made reservations at a nudist camp that we had infrequently attended for years instead.

Trey didn't mind the idea of attending a nudist camp because he had been to many of them before, and had been raised in an environment where nudity was acceptable. Yes, he had seen both of his parents nude many times, and we of course have seen his little penis and cute buttocks frequently. It really was not a big deal in our household. We did try to keep sex behind closed doors, though we also made an effort to be honest with Trey about sex and sexuality. Once in the campground, we managed to find a secluded area to set up our tent and stove. We undressed and enjoyed a few moments of horseplay – Trey wrestling John and both of them trying to tickle me. I was able to enjoy a new look at Trey's hairless, lithe young body. Then we set to the task of setting up camp, which wasn't too hard. John kept whispering sweet nothings into my ear, reminding me that we were going to try and sneak off for a quick, hot fuck at some point. Trey seemed oblivious to our plans.

We suggested to Trey that he go down to the pool or the creek and see if there were any kids his age to play with. That didn't go over well with him, since he was getting to be that age where it just wasn't "cool" to go hang out with total strangers. John told Trey that the park had built a skateboarding ramp last year, but that didn't interest Trey either. A while later I hit on the solution: I told Trey that I had seen plenty of cute girls at the pool. He pretended to ignore my suggestion, but within half an hour he was looking for his towel. I smiled at John as we watched our son head down the path to the main compound of the camp where the pool was located.....(cont)