Would You Take My Son

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This story is about the day to day activities of two adults and two children that form a family. It includes bisexual, cross generational, and young friends sexual exploits. If it were published as a paperback, it would have around 500 pages. If you are just entering this story, you may want to start at chapter 1: www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/would-you-take-my-son/would-you-take-my-son-1.html

The number of characters has grown, so I've added a link to the Cast of Characters.

This story is written and copyrighted by The_Curmudgeon@Yahoo.com

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Chapter 23, Off to the Wedding

I had planned to go grocery shopping today but I had been ordered to stay away. I could and easily did just that. Grocery shopping is not my favorite activity.

The planner side of my psyche kept racking my brain all day trying to figure out what I had forgotten. I was packed already, and what is really strange about that is I actually had to pack clothes to take to Natural Arches.

We arrived at Natural Arches Tuesday about 1 in the afternoon. Steve and Susan followed us all the way out. We stopped at the office to register. Steve and Susan went in with me even though they didn't need to. They were surprised to see the receptionist, Roy and his wife, naked behind the counter. We exchanged pleasantries, and talked a little about the preparations. I again confirmed I wanted everyone invited, the maintenance guys, the firewood guy and his cute little son, the café staff, especially Julie. Everyone! They assured me everyone had been invited via an internal staff communication. As we prepared to leave the office I was reminded to inform my guests of the rules and etiquette of the resort.

We took the long way through the resort so the Zee family could get a feel for the layout and let them see that the people here really did love the naturalist lifestyle. By the time we parked in the driveway my kids had already shed their clothes. Tom and Tim also got out of their car naked as well. We unpacked the cars, mine had little but our suitcases two more bicycles and the sign and concrete. The Zee SUV was packed to the roof with groceries.

On one of the trips I noticed Jenifer had found the one piece of art I had purchased. I walked up next to her and slipped my arm around her waist. "What do you think?"

"Oh, I like it. You sure it shouldn't be in our bedroom?"

"We can move it."

With the cars empty I gathered everyone in the living room for the talk.

I gathered everyone in the living room. "Welcome to the Hang-Out here at Natural Arches," I began. "They do have some special rules here that you need to know:
There is to be no overt sexual behavior in public.
No staring at other guests.
When you talk with someone, speak to their eyes.
Take a towel with you everywhere and use it when you sit down.
Gentlemen are requested to cover up any spontaneous erections by placing your towel over it.
The only place were nudity is required is inside the pool fence. You will probably see some clothed guests around, those are usually first timers who aren't comfortable being naked yet, that's why this is technically a clothing optional resort. You may also see light wraps and such. The sun is brutal out here, so use your sunscreen and take it with you. Wear your big floppy hats, and if you start to burn cover up.

As I was about to dismiss everyone the Washington's car pulled up, and a call for help was sounded. Their car was full too, 4 naked children, more groceries, bags of ice, beer, Margarita and Mai Tai mixes and bottles of alcohol.

We got them unloaded and shuttled their car and the Zee's car to the parking lot while the kids opened the shed and got the house bikes out. At least for now there was one for each of them. George let us know that their children AND their spouses would be out Friday after work and stay through Monday afternoon.

That information gave us what we needed to at least make an attempt to assign bed space. We knew the kids would move around as they saw fit.

Master bedroom: Jenifer and I and Donny and Karen

Mini suite: Steve and Susan and Tom and Tim

Front bedroom: George and Martha on one queen, the two older grandkids on the 2^nd queen, the two younger grandkids on the upper bunks.

Back Bedroom: Todd and Rose on one queen, Mary and Jeff on the 2^nd queen.

That left us with two upper bunks in the back bedroom and only Pastor Jim without an assignment, but he wasn't arriving till Friday. And we also had the couches in the living room if necessary.

With room assignments made, George and Martha went to their room and removed their clothing even before moving their personal stuff.

So with all the personal stuff moved into the bedrooms, I got to my assigned task, or at least a task I was permitted to perform. I turned the stereo on, flooding the inside and the surrounding outside with music. I made blenders full of Margarita and Mia Tai and found the red cups. Ice was available through the door of the refrigerator.

Steve and Susan emerged from the mini-suite, both joining the naturalist movement albeit with some hesitancy.

In an attempt to put them at ease, I offered them drinks and walked them to the front porch. I offered Susan a chair and gave Steve a trowel.

"What's this for?"

"You're going to help me put up the sign."

"You do know that this is a two to three margarita job?"

Jenifer joined Susan on the front porch enjoying the peace and quiet except for the occasional curse word from me or Steve when we scrapped our knuckles.

You don't really dig in this ground. You loosen a rock and pull it out. Your hole gets wider, or deeper depending on the rock. We spent two margaritas each loosening and removing enough rocks to produce a hole just over a foot deep. We poured the dry concrete mix in and added water stirring with the trowel. We lifted the sign and lowered the 4x4s into the wet concrete making sure it was level and centered. We used Steve contractor's trained eye for the level. The concrete didn't stay wet for long, within a few minutes it was fully hard. We went for our third margarita and took seats on either side of Susan and Jenifer who, through the entire process, had been our cheering section.

Susan eventually got a call from Martha and went inside saying, "Duty calls."

We had a great dinner and the greatest thing about it was that neither I nor Jenifer lifted a finger in the preparation or cleanup. I felt like a guest, and it felt good.

After dinner I remembered to call Elliott our photographer. When he answered he asked when we were coming out.

"We're here, we arrived today."

"Oh man, I wish I'd known. Watch the sunset tonight. It's going to be a good one. I can tell from the clouds gathering in the west. Good chance of a similar day tomorrow. You want to try and schedule a sunset portrait sitting? We can always call it off if the clouds don't form. Then we can do the morning shoot Friday.

"Sure that would be great. And Jenifer and I would like to come to your workshop tomorrow to look at the nude art prints you have available. We still need to decorate and she loves the one you already sold me."

"Sure, what time? I'll open the workshop for you whenever."

"How about 9 AM?"

"That will be perfect, I usually don't open the studio till 10."

As promised, the sunset was very nice this evening, made me wish we had planned the sitting.

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Wednesday morning lying in bed, Jenifer and I could hear activity. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. Then we could smell it, sausages were being grilled. Since we had the 9 o'clock appointment, we showered then actually dressed for breakfast. Coffee was brewed and eggs were cooked to order. We ate on the side porch around the patio table.

We excused ourselves at 20 to 9 and hopped in the car. It was a beautiful morning, about 70 degrees, but it would climb to near 100 before the afternoon was over.

We met Elliott outside his workshop. He was sitting on a bench enjoying the morning with a newspaper and a coffee.

I told you that sunset yesterday would be nice. Today is going to be a repeat of yesterday so it may just work out for tonight. I'll need to bring one of my assistants to help with the lighting.

He took us into his workshop and began pulling out examples of different styles. When we spotted something we liked, he would show us more similar photos. It went on like that for over an hour. We selected about 25 and allowed him to decide what size to make them. He said he would use standard sizes so he could pick up stock frames at one of the craft stores.

Before heading back to the Hang-Out, we stopped at Zales. My salesman greeted us and retrieved our rings from the vault. He polished each one and laid them on a black foam pad. They were beautiful. Our bands matched perfectly, one just proportionally smaller than the other. Donny's band was outstanding with the larger Opal flanked by two diamonds, and the additional diamonds on Karen's ring looked as if they had always been there. They went back in the felt bag and my credit card was charged the balance.

Elliott and his assistant showed up at 6:30 to prepare for the photo shoot. The clouds we hoped for had formed in the late afternoon and promised another beautiful sunset.

They moved furniture off the porches out into the undeveloped areas of the resort. He explained that we needed to move quickly during set changes because of the rapidly changing light. He apologized in advance if he got a little pushy or yelled at us to mover quicker.

Jenifer and Karen brushed out their hair as the sky began changing color. He used Susan as the hairstylist to adjust any wayward locks of hair blown out of place.

His assistant set out remotely triggered flash heads. Everything was ready. He positioned us for the first photo, then we waited for Mother Nature. Finally he liked what he saw in his viewfinder and began snapping pictures. Every pose he took 3 shots. Then move one or more of us around and take 3 more. He took seated shots, he took standing shots. He took shots with some of us standing and some seated. He shot from different angles. After every move, Susan would get in there and make sure no hair was out of place. His assistant always making sure our faces were properly illuminated by holding a light meter to someone's cheek. He sometimes went back to poses we already did, because the sky was now different. Finally the sunset faded and he stopped shooting. He declared that he did it. He had captured the perfect photo, but just wasn't sure which one it was, yet.

Both he and his assistant were dripping with sweat. He asked if they could borrow towels and go swimming to cool off.

They threw their clothes in their van as we brought out some towels.

After they cooled down in the pool and returned to the house we took them inside and gave them lemonade. I showed him where the portrait was to be hung above the fireplace. Elliott then told me they had printed all the photos we ordered this morning and would have them in frames by tomorrow. He would deliver them Friday morning when he came to take the morning portrait shots.

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Elliott called late Thursday morning, he sounded truly excited, "Wait till you see the photos I took last night! The sky came out perfect, you all have your eyes open, everything about them is perfect, the colors – magnificent, the pose – perfectly balanced and the lighting was spot-on. I could win a photography award for these! Especially for THE shot."

"Which one was that?"

"It was when I had you all stand a little apart from each other. It's perfect. I want to add it to my portrait portfolio if you'll let me.

"I'm cancelling tomorrow morning's sunrise shoot. It's just not necessary. I'll bring the proofs on Friday afternoon's pre-wedding shots."

"And what if we don't want to wait till Friday?"

"Ok, come by this afternoon. You're going to love it."

When we arrived at Elliott's studio there was a sign on the door of his studio: Closed for private showing. Elliott answered my knock and opened the door and locked it behind us. He handed us each a pad and a pencil. "Please walk around. You'll find prints of the 10 best pictures I took yesterday. Note the number of your favorite and write it on your pad."

Elliott's studio isn't large, and it didn't take long to see them all. They were all very nice, but to me one obviously stood out among the others. I wrote #7 on my pad. We gathered in the center and on Elliott's que, we held up our pads. We all matched Elliott's pad with #7. Elliott told us to wait right there and disappeared in the back. He returned with a larger version of #7 in a frame that was perfect for over the fireplace. He knew he had captured the perfect photograph.

Since we were there, we picked up the 25 framed art pieces for the house as well. He took the 10 pictures we had judged off the walls loaded them into the suburban as well. He promised the negatives and contact prints would be delivered with our wedding pictures. As we were leaving, I gave Elliott permission to add our portrait to his portfolio if he wished.

Several more people arrived at the resort this evening, trying to stretch out the last weekend of summer. Some of them came by hearing of our wedding and their invitation to attend. We made sure they understood no gifts were to be given.

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With Friday morning's photo shoot cancelled, Jenifer and I snuggled in bed together till our roommates crawled in with us. I rolled to my back and nestled Donny between my side and my arm, he was on his side and swung one leg up over mine, his arm over my chest.

On the other side of the bed, from what I could see was nearly a mirror image of Donny and I, the side of Karen's face was on Jenifer's shoulder, putting her tongue within licking distance of a nipple and there was already motion under the sheet in the neighborhood of where Jenifer's torso divided into two legs.

Donny's arm was slipping down my chest and bumped into my morning erection. I likewise could feel his erection rubbing against my leg. His arm lifted off my stomach and his thumb and fingers wrapped around my penis. He stroked up and down my shaft slowly. There was no hiding what he was doing to me under the sheet. I moved my outer hand under him and put a finger/thumb choke hold on his penis too. But with his weight on my arm, I could only move about an inch, so Donny was supplementing my motions with his own hip thrusts.

Grandma, aka Martha, chose that moment to bring Karen and I our morning coffee. She stood in the door a moment and said, "I see someone is about to make a mess in the sheets."

"No he won't, Donny assured her.

"I think she was talking about you, my little man. You're about to cum."

"Here, give him to me," Jenifer said.

I lifted and dragged Donny over onto Jenifer's stomach where he was able to get his penis firmly planted in Jenifer's moist vagina. In the process he switched hands and was now pounding my shaft significantly faster, as he neared his own orgasm.

Karen moved quickly as well, she crawled over both her mother and Donny to straddle my hips. My penis found her dripping vagina and slid up inside her. She stayed up off my pelvis so I had to thrust up into her each time, then fall back to the bed. As I looked up at her, I realized her breasts were definitely becoming rounder. They had started out a little pointy, but now, as they hung above my chest, I could see they were filling out. Donny had almost brought me to orgasm with his hand and now that I was enveloped in Karen's soft warm tunnel, I warned her I was about to cum. She sat back down on me trapping me under her trying to postpone my ejaculation, but I was already past that point.

I heard Donny let out a long satisfied groan and made one final thrust expelling his semen inside Jenifer.

Hearing his orgasm take over him, was enough to bring on my own massive orgasm. I don't think I had cum since Tuesday or maybe even Monday.

"I'll just leave your coffee on the nightstand," Martha said.

She left and no one spoke for another minute.

"Well, I think we saved the sheets," I quipped.

I liked getting coffee in bed.

Jenifer and I spent the rest of the morning deciding which room to put which photos in. The master bedroom was easy. Jenifer and I took the photos we wanted and put them away.

The living room was also simple, a variety of shots that were easy to look at and yet were fun.

The mini suite was intended to be either our kids' room, or as it was turning out, a second adults' bedroom. So again there were pictures of families or groups of little children.

That left just the two other bedrooms so we elicited the help of the kids that were around. We lined up the remaining pictures and the kids to separate them into the two rooms. They went in a direction we hadn't thought about, a little kids' room and a teenagers' room. The little kids' room ended up with obviously small children doing little kids stuff. The teenagers' room was obviously teens doing teen stuff. Knowing where they were going was half the battle, now all we had to do was hang them.

I had some time alone with Steve on the porch drinking another margarita. How's it going Steve? How's Susan doing?

"Susan is having a great time. She told me a couple times she even forgot she was naked. At first she mostly hung out around here, but yesterday while you were picking up photos, I got her over to the pool around total strangers and she was perfectly comfortable. She found out that you were right. No one is checking her out and even if they did, there's not that much difference.

We were talking last night that the boys are seeing a lot of other women this weekend and that maybe, it might be time to tell them about her accident and how she's different than other mommies."

"Well, we're here for you. Anything we can do, just let us know."

"We know that Tom knows what a vagina is, he's seen Karen's up close and personal, and after this weekend, no telling how many others so it's more and more likely that he might spot the difference. We're thinking it's time to show them how mom is different before some other kid points it out in a mean way."

"Well Karen has been helping boys learn about sex for almost 3 years. And when I first met Donny 4 months ago, he didn't know what a penis was. Now he can tell you the name of every part of both the male and female reproduction systems, how each one works and how they interact. Your little ones may not be ready for that much information just yet, but they at least need the safe sex talk. I'll have Donny and Karen keep an eye on him this weekend to make sure he doesn't put it where it doesn't belong.

"Thanks man. I just can't believe I'm at this point in my life already. I'm only 30.

"Hey, I'm only 33 and I have a 13 and an almost 15 year old.

People were arriving now all throughout the day, the population will grow from about 75 to 250 by the time normal arrival time ends Friday night. Saturday another 50-75 will arrive. We even have 5 more adults arriving tonight.

We were called inside for a chicken and waffles lunch, and I'm talking about home style southern fried chicken. Double coated in flour and fried in an inch of oil in a 14-inch cast iron skillet.

As promised Loraine arrived with the hair stylist at 1. Estrella immediately began working on Jenifer's hair. She explained as she worked, that she didn't like overly fancy hair styles for a wedding. You don't want to have to look at the photos in a few years and wonder what you were thinking with that hideous hair style. I want your hair to look like you, just fancied up a bit. She combed out Jenifer's hair and then, fancied it up a bit. She added the small spray of flowers that would set her off as the bride. She sprayed it with firm hold spray till a hurricane couldn't move a single hair, but it didn't look like her hair was frozen in place. Estrella finished by smearing warn shaving cream in her underarms and pubic area, then deftly removing it with a razor. Finished with Jenifer she had Karen sit. "Now Miss Jenifer you will please to put your wedding dress on."

Jenifer went to dress as Estrella worked her magic on Karen. The flower Karen would wear was a single white blossom with a couple delicate purple daisy like things. Karen's hair is normally very straight hanging straight down. Estrella raised one side above her ear and secured the flowers in that bump. The removal of her body hair was only a few wisps light blond hair which were easily shaved away.

OK, now you go dress. I do mom's make-up. Jenifer sat again and Estrella explained her make-up strategy. It is going to be hot. I do not want make-up streaking your face. You are already beautiful, there is nothing to fix. I will just make you more beautiful. Same with your daughter. Never two more beautiful women. It didn't take her 5 minutes to finish Jenifer.

"Sir, I need you to sit," she was talking to me. She lathered my face and shaved me, then began the job of removing my pubic hair. I'd never even trimmed down there before and this was new for me. She started with scissors trimming everything very short then covered me with a warm towel. After a minute, it was removed and she lathered me with hot shaving cream. Being very careful she expertly removed the stubble leaving me as soft as a baby's bottom.

I need you in your tuxedo next, and then your son. Susan came with us to help Donny into his outfit.

Elliott arrived and started setting up outside.

I had barely finished and she was ready for me. We men would be sporting a yellow rose. Very simple facial powder and nicely combed hair that was then sprayed into submission. There would be no loose hair in these photos.

She finished with me just as Susan led Donny into the room. He was so cute in his tux. She affixed his rose, only this time it was only a rose bud. Powdered his nose, combed and froze his hair into place.

The ladies also wore wrist corsages that matched the flowers in their hair.

Pastor Jim arrived just as we were heading outside. I introduced him to Elliott. Good, glad you're here. There are a few shots that I would like to include you with the happy couples. He dropped his bag on the porch. Wait, Estrella shrieked as she headed to Pastor Jim to fix his nose and hair and added a white carnation to his pastor's jacket. "OK, you go."

For the next hour and a half we moved about the grounds, but we didn't have to walk, Elliott moved us in his van. He didn't want us sweating. He took many of the photos married couples usually want. There were also pictures of Karen and Donny. They looked so cute together, but we weren't allowed to say cute one more time. We ended up at the wedding arch. Which was fully covered in flowers and satin ribbon streamers. He put us back in the van and returned us to the Hang-Out.

"Out of the clothes, then only a few more photos, I promise." He claimed. "Quickly please." He asked Jim how he would be dressed for the ceremony tomorrow and Jim said nude except for my collar. "Ok then you too preacher, naked, now."

We took off our formal duds and were glad to be back au natural. We climbed in the van and went back to the wedding arch, where he retook most of the photos he took when we were clothed. As soon as we finished there, 3 guys showed up and moved the arch into a refrigerated truck. The goal here was to save the flowers for tomorrow. We took maybe 20 more pictures and called it quits.

Elliott talked with Pastor Jim, thanking him for showing up for today's shoot. He saved us a lot of time tomorrow by not having to take several shots after the wedding. We all went back to the house.

We had actually drawn a considerably audience. Everyone in the resort knew about the wedding and their invitations and all wanted to see who was getting married. Many came up to us to congratulate us on our wedding.

We walked back to the house. As Pastor Jim walked up the front walkway he paused at the sign and said with a chuckle, "A little double meaning I see. Let me guess, Karen's idea?"

On the porch, "Pastor Jim, allow me to introduce my business partner, Steve Zee and his wife Susan. Their two boys Tim, 10 and Tom, 11 are around somewhere."

He shook Steve's hand and kissed the back of Susan's. Nice to meet you both, I am at your service.

I took Jim inside and showed him around. I explained the sleeping arrangements and he chose the couch rather than impose on two other couples. He asked if there was someplace he could hang his clothing which he had tossed over the back of the chair, and I showed him the closet off the living room. I suggested he use the bathroom in the master suite when that time came. I even told him that maybe he would get lucky and share a shower with Karen.

I made more pitchers of margarita and Mai Tai and moved beer to an ice filled bucket. I declared that it was Happy Hour. Martha also set out some appetizers as dinner tonight would be late since we were waiting for the Todd & Rose and Mary & Jeff group to arrive and if you've ever tried to get out of the greater Los Angeles area on a Friday night of a long holiday weekend, you know how bad traffic can be.

George was doing dinner tonight. His specialty other than Bar-B-Que is Lasagna. Tonight, the only thing he was wearing was his `Garfield holding a tray of lasagna' kitchen apron. He had started the sauce right after lunch and had been working on it the rest of the day. The whole house smelled like an Italian restaurant. He had assembled the tray of lasagna and baked it half way. When his kids arrived, he would complete the baking while heating the garlic bread, already wrapped in aluminum foil, on the outside grill and finishing the salad. The last touch would be the pouring of the Chianti.

Their kids finally arrived much later than expected. Traffic had been stop-and-go from the moment they got on the freeway. Fortunately, Tom and Tim had wandered back to the house looking for food, and I sent them on their bike to get the others. The lasagna was put in the oven to finish baking and the grill started for the bread. I noticed and perhaps some of the others did as well, but this group arrived with suitcases, not overnight bags like everyone else.

Todd had been the unlucky one who volunteered to drive and he was exhausted. He collapsed onto the nearest of the porch chairs and asked for help removing his clothes. I pulled off his short and boxers, while he pulled his sweat soaked t-shirt over his head.

Martha showed the rest of them to their room and told them to join us when they were ready. Mary led the way taking her clothes off in front of her husband and her sister-in-law. This emboldened them and the followed along. They still felt awkward and hands were being held in front of certain parts of their anatomy. Mary told them to watch our eyes when they came out, no one would even notice they were naked.

"What can I get for you Todd?"

"I smell Dad's sauce. I'll take Chianti in a large glass. In his condition, I didn't think he'd mind, and I filled a Solo cup with the wine. By the time the dinner was ready all the kids had returned and Todd was beginning to unwind. He had finished the Solo cup and I replaced it with a regular wine glass just as we were called to dinner. If I hadn't offered him a hand, he may not have made it to dinner table.

The dining room table had been expanded to its largest and the folding table was added. We had 19 for dinner.

We allowed Pastor Jim to do his thing over the food, then we served ourselves cafeteria style.

We ate and talked for a while, then I stood holding my glass. "My friends, tonight is a very special night. For a traditional wedding this would be the rehearsal dinner, but tonight it is more. It is a gathering of friends, celebrating the eve of Jenifer and me becoming husband and wife and of Karen and Donny becoming brother and sister. But tonight wouldn't be that special if it were not for you, our friends, with whom we get to share our joy. For being here, I thank you. Salute!

I sat back down and thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the evening. All the kids took off after dinner for the rec center as usual, and as they were leaving, I motioned for Karen and Donny to come over.

"Steve and I are a little concerned about Tom and his recently discovered ability."

"You mean that he can cum?" Donny asked.

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. He hasn't had the safe sex discussion yet, and we would like you two to keep an eye on him this weekend and make sure he doesn't put his penis where it could get him in trouble. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes Dad. Karen replied, no pussies of ovulating females, for Tom."

"Thank you Karen, I knew you'd have a delicate way of putting it. Remember, he's barely 11 and hasn't had much in the way of sex education. If you have to explain something, keep it simple for him to understand." They jumped on their bikes to catch up with the others.

I wish I could be as calm as they were. I'm getting married tomorrow and I'm nervous as can be, and what's worse is I don't understand why I'm so nervous, I'm looking forward to getting married.

 

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