Chapter 11: Carla’s Ranchette

Carla and Dan lived far enough out of town that residential properties were widely spaced along secondary roads. Their property offered plenty of privacy, with their neighbor’s windows at least 150 feet (46 m) away. So, when Delia and Dan parked in the driveway and entered the house, the first thing they did was to remove their clothing, following Carla’s home nudism policy.

In the hot climate of California’s San Joaquin Valley, air conditioning was expensive, and the house was a toasty 84° F (24° C) inside. They sat at the kitchen table with a couple of cold drinks.

“So, this is the place. Lots of privacy, pretty small, though. You see the living room, down that way is the bathroom, the bedroom, and the spare room. There’s another shower set up outside to use in the summer. There’s an orchard behind us so things are fairly quiet.”

“Bedroom, spare room, so where do you sleep, Dan?”

“I hope this won’t be a problem, Dee. I sleep with my mom.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yes, Delia, my whole life, we have shared a bed.”

“That’s a whole lot beyond being nudists, Daniel. You owe me an explanation!”

“As long as I can remember, my mother has been raising me alone. I never knew my father. He was killed in an accident before I was three years old. We did receive some social security, but it was never very much money; we were very poor. We literally couldn’t keep the house heated or cooled. So, we shared the one bed, just to keep warm at night. Then in the heat (like today), we lived naked to stay cool. It was, it is, normal for us two.”

“Wow. Just, wow. What you’re saying makes some sense to me, but you’re holding back, aren’t you?”

“You’re right, Dee. I won’t lie to you. Mom and I also have sex. If this is a deal-breaker for you, I’ll take you home now, and you can find a better partner than me.”

Tears were running down Delia’s face.

“But I don’t want a ‘better partner’—I want you, Dan. But you have sex at home, whenever you want. Why am I your girlfriend? Why should I be sharing you?”

“Delia, believe me when I tell you, I know my relationship with Mom has to end. To use an expression, it’s not ‘sustainable.’ What I would like to do is for us to share an apartment together while we go to college.”

“Are you serious, do you mean it?”

“I do. We haven’t been a couple for very long, but we have the summer to explore if we can live together. At least we know that we are sexually compatible.”

“Yes, Dan, that’s been well established. You are a stud.”

“Your stud, as long as you’ll have me.”

“Dan!”

They were still making out when Carla arrived home. She briefly greeted the couple, then went to the back of the house to strip and briefly shower. She noticed, but made no comment on Dan’s erection, or on the obviously damp lips of Dee’s pussy.

Carla and Delia were about the same height, 5 feet 2 inches (157 cm). Carla carried about 20 lbs. (9 kg) more weight, but she was some 20 – 25 years older. Nonetheless, she was certainly very attractive, in a curvy way, and her body could easily pass as belonging to a 30-year-old woman.

Although they had met briefly in the past, this was the first time Delia saw her boyfriend’s mother completely nude. Her uncertainty showed on her face, because she thought, “Carla is really hot, I wonder if Dan is really willing to give her up!”

Carla joined them at the table. “So, what was all that kissing about when I arrived?”

Dan answered, “I told Delia that I wanted to live together over the summer. If we work as a couple, we could be going to college in the Fall while sharing an apartment. She was, um, favorably disposed.”

“Judging by her lips all over your face, I would agree. Of course, the big problem is money. But I have an idea about that.