A Special Lesson

One fine morning, I learned something new from my parents.

Our family has never had a problem with nudity. My parents brought up my older sister, Alicia, and me as nudists. She is two years older than me. Both of our parents were also raised as nudists by their own parents. As nudists, we believe that we should not hide our divinely endowed nude bodies from anyone; rather, we should be more comfortable without clothes. As a nudist family, we always stay nude at home, sleep nude, and go to nude beaches, lakes, and woods. Alicia’s favorite place to go skinny-dipping was the lake. My favorite place, on the other hand, was the woods because I enjoyed naked hiking the most. When we were younger, our parents would take us to different nude beaches almost every weekend. My grandparents (both Dad’s and Mom’s) would frequently join us too. In short, we were (and still are) a happy nudist family. Everything had been going smoothly until those days arrived.

I was sleeping in my room, while my sister was asleep in another bed in the same room. We used to share a room but slept in different beds. Suddenly, something abruptly interrupted my restful sleep and caused me to wake up. I saw a wet spot on the bed as I glanced beneath the blanket. I also noticed that my cock was covered in something and glistened. To get a better view, I turned off the nightlight and turned the room lights on. On the tip of my cock, there was a drop of white goo. As I touched the tip with my fingertips, it felt so sensitive that I got scared. I jumped out of bed and stood next to my sister’s bed, who was sleeping and snoring.

“Alicia?” I softly called out her name.

She didn’t respond at first, but when I called her name a second time, she answered.

“What?” she asked, her voice drowsy.

“Something is wrong!” I exclaimed, terrified.

“What do you mean by something is wrong?” she asked again, drawing the blanket closer to her face.

“My bed is wet, and there’s some white stuff on my cock,” I whispered.

Alicia turned to face me. She sat up in bed. She pushed her bed-sheet to the opposite side of the bed and stood up. Alicia brushed her right index finger on the damp bed-sheet after a few seconds of staring and then rubbed her index finger and thumb together.

“Did I pee?” I asked.

“It’s sticky,” she said.

“Do you know what it is?” I asked again.

My sister didn’t say anything, and she brushed her left index finger on the tip of my cock where a small drop of white liquid was still visible. She again rubbed her left index finger and thumb together.

“It’s sticky too,” she said, looking at me. “It’s coming from inside of your dick.”

“Do you know what it is?” I asked the same question again.

She nodded.

“It’s called cum,” she replied.

“Cum?” I said, surprised. “What’s that, and how do you know this?”

“You don’t have to know how I know about it, but I’m sure this is cum,” she smirked.

“Hey, don’t sleep before telling me about that!” I yelled as I saw her return to her bed.

“Go to your bed; it’s nothing serious,” she giggled. “Ask Mom and Dad about it in the morning.”

Alicia went back to her bed and curled up under the blanket, leaving me bewildered.

I had no idea what “cum” was, so I decided to ask our parents about it. Our parents have always been supportive. They always had an answer to any query my sister or I had. In any case, I lay in bed, carefully avoiding the moist patch, and soon fell asleep.

“Peter, get up.”

I could hear Mom calling from downstairs. As I sat up in bed, I recalled what had happened the night before. When I looked at the wet spot on the bed-sheet, it had already dried off.

“Good morning,” I greeted as I stepped into the kitchen.

Alicia took a look at me and busted out laughing. I had no idea why she was laughing.

“Why are you laughing?” I asked, puzzled.

“Alicia!” Mom exclaimed. “Stop laughing!”

“But Mom, he has got a boner,” she said and again started giggling.

“Boner?” I said. “What’s that?”

“Look at your penis, son.”

Dad indicated with one hand while holding the bread with the other.

When I looked down, I realized my cock was pointed at an angle and oozing a shiny liquid.

“Why is it happening?” I said.

“Don’t worry, it’s natural,” Dad assured me. “It’s called an erection.”

“Stop laughing at your poor brother, Alicia,” Mom ordered my sister.

“Have you brushed your teeth, sweetie?” Mom asked.

I nodded.

“Good, now sit and have your breakfast.”

I took a seat next to my sister. My parents were sitting next to each other in front of us, on the other side of the table.

After breakfast, Alicia headed to the shower, Mom started cleaning the dishes, and Dad began to read the newspaper, sitting down on the chair.

“Do you want to say something?” Dad inquired.

“Why do you ask?” I said.

“It’s because you never stay in the kitchen after breakfast,” he replied.

“Yeah,” I said hesitantly.

“Tell me,” he said.

“Mom and you both need to hear this.,” I mumbled.

She stopped washing the dishes and took a seat next to Dad as I began to describe the incident from the night before. They exchanged glances and smiled when I was finished.

“Honey, our son is becoming a man,” Mom grinned.

“You’re correct, dear,” he beamed. “Now, we should teach him how to take care of himself.”

Mom nodded.

I had no idea what they were talking about. I was about to ask about it when Mom stood up and walked over to me. She stood next to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. While she was hugging me, I could feel her soft 36-D boobs squeezing against my face. Her nipples brushed up against my cheeks. My face was buried in her plentiful cleavage.

“My sweet boy,” she whispered as she softly stroked my hair.

Soon I felt my cock rising. It didn’t take long for my 4-inch circumcised cock to point upward.

“Oh my…”

“What happened, honey?” Dad said, surprised.

“Our son is stiff again,” she chuckled, pressing her index finger down on the head of my cock. My boner twitched and throbbed a little as soon as she moved her finger away from the head of my cock, and that made both of them giggle.

“Son, you’re fourteen, and you need to learn how to take care of yourself,” Dad said, placing one of his hands on my left shoulder. “We’ll teach you after your sister goes to school.”

“Why don’t you teach me while she’s around?” I said, surprised. “She is already aware of it.”

“What exactly does she know?” Mom asked.

“Last night, I showed her the white liquid on my bed; she was the one who suggested I tell you about it,” I replied.

Mom and Dad exchanged looks.

She, again, took her seat next to Dad and said, “It’s fine if you told your sister about it, but don’t tell her about the lesson we’re going to teach you.”

“Why?” I asked again.

She paused for a few seconds and said, “She won’t go to school if she finds out we’re going to teach you something new.”

I agreed and nodded.

When I asked about my school, they said I didn’t need to attend that day and that Mom would speak with the principal about it. I was curious about what I might learn from my parents.

“Hey, why are you smiling?” Alicia inquired, entering the room with a towel wrapped around her head.

I could smell the sweet fragrance of soap emanating from her. Her 34-B breasts jiggled with each step she took. Her perky nipples were having water droplets on them. I also noticed water droplets on her thighs, and smooth pussy mound. Reluctantly, my cock began to harden. She noticed it but didn’t say anything.

“Stop gazing at me and answer the question I just asked.”

“It’s a secret,” I giggled.

“Oh, you’re going to keep secrets from your sister now!” she exclaimed, combing her hair.

“Okay, I’m telling you, but don’t tell Mom and Dad about it.”

“Trust me, little bro. My lips are sealed.”

“Mom and Dad promised to teach me something new to help me deal with my erection and the white liquid.”

“Really?” she whispered. “What are you going to learn?”

“No idea,” I responded, shaking my head left to right and vice versa.

“They said they’d teach me when you’d leave for school,” I added.

“Okay, but you have to tell me everything when I get home from school,” she said, keeping her voice as low as possible.

I nodded and warned her again not to tell our parents about anything I had told her. She agreed.

When I saw Alicia leave for school, my heart started beating like a drum. I knew I was going to learn something new soon, but I had no idea what it might be. I was watching television when Mom came into the living room.

“Peter, honey, it’s time to get started on what we discussed earlier,” she stated.

“Okay, Mom,” I said and asked, “What do I need to do?”

“Nothing,” she replied. “You simply sit on the couch, and your dad and I’ll teach you.”

I saw her go upstairs. She returned soon after, holding a box of tissue paper and a little bottle of liquid.

“Honey, we’re ready,” she called Dad while laying the box and bottle on the table placed in front of the couch.

“I’m here,” Dad grinned as he entered the living room.

Dad and Mom sat on the couch on either side of me. He asked me to show him my palm. Then he poured a few drops of liquid from the bottle and directed me to rub it all over my cock. He also massaged the liquid all over his cock.

“It’s called lube, and we should always apply it to our penis before beginning the lesson,” he stated.

“Don’t rush, sweetie; you’ll learn it eventually,” Mom giggled. “Just do as your dad says.”

As I began rubbing the lube all over my cock, I started getting a boner. It didn’t take me long to get a rock-hard boner. When I looked at Dad, I noticed he was still soft even after rubbing the lube all over his cock.

“Do you need help, honey?” Mom asked him.

“Sure, dear,” he winked at her.

Mom sat in front of us on the oval-shaped glass table and spread her legs wide. That was the first time I saw her posing like that. Her hands were behind her ass, her palms carefully placed on the glass table, and her knees were spread apart, exposing her delicate, bald pussy. As our eyes met, I noticed her cheeks turned beat red. She smiled at me and motioned with her eyes for me to look at Dad. I noticed him sitting with a huge boner.

“Son, now, follow me,” my dad said, and he began to stroke his cock back and forth.

I tried to do the same, but it hurt.

“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself while stroking,” he advised.

I did it again with less pressure.

“You’re using too little pressure right now,” he said.

“Grip your penis and stroke it gently,” Mom suggested.

“Katherine, you should show him the correct way,” Dad said to her.

“George!” Mom exclaimed, laughing. “I can’t do this to our son!”

“Why not?” he said. “You’re his mother, so it’s not only my responsibility but also yours to teach our son how to do it correctly.”

“But…”

She was about to say something, but I cut her off.

“Please, Mom!” I begged. “I want to learn fast.”

She let out a sigh and sat down next to me. She poured lube into her right palm and held my rock-hard dick firmly. Her chilly touch made my balls tighter. I sat on the couch while she stroked my boner back and forth. She started with the head of my cock and worked her way down to the base of it. I felt my shaft become warm as she continued stroking me.

“How are you feeling, son?” Dad asked.

“My dick is getting warmer,” I replied.

“This is how you should always stroke your penis,” he said.

Soon after, I felt as if something was trying to come out of my cock.

“Mom, I’m feeling something…”

Before I could finish the sentence, jet after jet of thick, white cum shot out of the slit of my cock. It was so sudden that she didn’t have time to get the tissue paper. The first two shots landed on the glass table, and the rest of the shots covered my balls, her hands, and finally on the couch.

“That’s my boy!” Dad screamed joyfully.

I looked at him and smiled, still panting. I noticed Mom was also grinning. She planted a gentle, motherly kiss on my lips before she stood up.

“Now, I need to clean up the mess,” she chuckled, showing me her hand covered in the mixture of lube and cum.

As she stood up and started wiping her hand with tissue papers, I saw a wet patch on the couch.

“Mom, the couch is wet,” I said, looking up at her.

Her cheeks flushed again when she stopped wiping and glanced at the spot.

“Oh, it-it’s nothing,” she laughed nervously.

Mom dropped the tissue paper onto the floor and tiptoed upstairs, covering her pussy with her left hand. It didn’t go past my eyes when she grinned at Dad right before heading upstairs.

“The lesson is finished for today, son; now go take a shower,” Dad informed me as he also walked upstairs, holding his hard cock in his hand.

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