Elena Gibber - 38
David Gibber - 41
Jake Winson - 21
Mia Estrada - 23

The sun had barely crested the horizon when we arrived at the beach that morning—me (Elena Gibber, 38), my adopted son Jake (21), and my adopted daughter Mia (23). It was supposed to be a fun family outing after a tough year of adjustments since the adoption papers finalized. I’d picked this spot for its secluded vibe, but I hadn’t double-checked the details. Turns out, it was clothing-optional. Nudist central. My 2nd love David (41) went to Iran for a family matter, and will come after 1 month.

Yes, I am an Iranian, Muslim and proud mother. When I married Hashem, I was 26, I always wore Burqa to hide every inch of my body. After Hashem divorced me because of my not having a child, I was single for 3 years. I found my Felopian tube wont carry a child, So, I came to Florida and found a 2nd generation US-Iranian David. We adopted Mia and Jake right after settling here in Florida.

At first, it was awkward. We spread our towels on the soft sand, the waves crashing rhythmically in the background, the air thick with salt and sunscreen. A few people were already bare—bodies of all shapes strolling casually, no shame, no stares. I felt my cheeks flush under my wide-brimmed hat. “Uh ... guys, this might be a nude beach,” I said, laughing nervously.

Mia shrugged, peeling off her bikini top without a second thought. “Cool. I’m game if you are, Mom.” She’s always been the bold one—confident, athletic, her skin glowing from years of outdoor sports. Jake hesitated, glancing at me, his cheeks pink under the freckles he got from his bio side. “Yeah ... whatever...” He stripped to his pants, wearing boxer lean and toned from college gym sessions, but kept those on.

I sat there in my one-piece swimsuit, feeling the heat build—not just from the sun. More nudists arrived: couples, groups, solos. Everyone is so ... free. Bodies jiggling, swaying, exposed. I watched a woman my age laugh with her friends, her full breasts bouncing as she tossed a frisbee. Something stirred in me—curiosity? Envy? Arousal? I’d always been super conservative at home, but here ... why not?

“Okay,” I said, heart pounding. “When in Rome.” I stood, slipped the straps off my shoulders, and shimmied out of the suit. The air hit my bare skin like a caress—a cool breeze on my nipples, making them harden instantly; the sun warming my shaved mound and the curves of my ass. I felt exposed, vulnerable ... and incredibly horny. My pussy tingled, a sudden warmth spreading between my legs as I caught Jake and Mia’s eyes on me. They weren’t staring creepily—just surprised, then smiling.

“Looking good, Mom,” Mia said with a wink. Jake nodded, averting his eyes politely, but I saw the quick glance. “Yeah ... you do.”

We settled in. I lay on my towel, legs bent, but as the crowd grew, I felt bolder. When Jake sat at my feet, chatting about his classes, I spread my legs wider than necessary—thighs parting so the sun kissed my inner folds, a subtle ache building as I imagined his view. Was he looking? The thought made my clit throb. I shifted, “accidentally” giving him a clearer peek, my arousal slick and obvious if he dared glance down.

Later, I suggested a game of catch with the beach ball we’d brought. Jake stood in his boxers, tossing it my way. I jumped for it—fully nude, my D-cup breasts bouncing wildly, ass jiggling with every leap. Two or three nude men nearby watched openly: one with a thick, uncut cock hanging heavy; another stroking himself subtly as he “sunbathed.” Their eyes on me—devouring my curves, my hard nipples, the flash of my pussy when I bent low—sent a rush of heat straight between my legs. I was dripping, horny as hell, exposing myself like never before in front of my kids and strangers. Jake’s throws got a little erratic; I caught him staring once or twice, his boxers tenting slightly.

As the afternoon peaked, I flagged down a friendly nude stranger—a fit guy in his 40s with a trimmed beard and a semi-hard cock swaying as he walked over. “Could you take a pic of us?” I asked, handing him my phone. We posed: me in the middle, arms around Jake and Mia, all fully nude now (I’d convinced Jake to drop the boxers—his cock soft but impressive, making my pulse race). The stranger snapped a few, grinning. “Great family shot,” he said, handing it back. I thanked him with a flirty smile, feeling his eyes linger on my body.

The beach was still buzzing with that late-afternoon energy—waves rolling in steady and low, seagulls crying overhead, the air thick with salt and coconut oil. I had already been playing nude beach volleyball with a small mixed group for about twenty minutes: me completely bare, breasts bouncing wildly with every jump and dig, ass and pussy flashing to the crowd each time I dove or stretched. I was a teen volleyball champion back in 2010. My sweet children - Jake and Mia were still in their suits, sitting on the sidelines cheering me on, Jake’s eyes locked on me the whole time.

Then a stranger—tall, tanned, early 30s, jogged over and asked if he could join the game. The group said yes. He stripped off his shorts right there, cock swinging free as he stepped onto the sand. For the next fifteen minutes we played hard—me nude, him nude, some were clothed or semi-clothed. Every spike, every dive, my body was on full display: breasts slapping together, ass cheeks spreading when I lunged, pussy lips parting when I landed. The stranger’s cock bounced and thickened with each point; he kept “accidentally” brushing against me during blocks, his shaft grazing my thigh or hip. I felt myself getting wetter with every contact, clit throbbing, nipples like diamonds.

By the end we were all sweaty and laughing. My armpits are a well of water. The stranger high-fived me, his palm lingering on my lower back a second too long, eyes dropping to my dripping pussy. “Great game,” he said, voice low. I smiled, chest heaving, sweat running in rivulets between my breasts and down my belly. “You too,” I replied, letting him look at first and then hug him tightly. Jake came running with a towel. “Mom, you rocked the game. Yayyy”. His large flaccid penis is poking my pussy, I introduced Jake, “My son, His dad is out of town, so we came for the beach.” “I am Thomas, Jake, your mom stole the attention today”. He went away. I didn’t bother toweling off. I walked straight back to the water, after a dip, I excused myself for a quick dip. The water was a cool relief—waves lapping at my overheated skin, washing away sand and sweat but not the ache between my legs. When I came out, Jake handed me my towels, water streaming down my body, and lay face-down on my stomach right in front of Jake.”Thanks sweety.” He was sitting cross-legged on his towel at my feet—exactly level with my hips. I positioned myself deliberately: legs spread wide in a loose V, knees bent outward, feet together behind me. My ass lifted slightly off the towel, cheeks parting naturally. My asshole was fully exposed—pink, puckered, glistening from the seawater and my own arousal—right at Jake’s eye level. My pussy lips hung open below it, swollen, slick, clit peeking out from between them.

I propped myself on my elbows, breasts squashed against the towel, nipples dragging on the fabric with every breath. Then I turned my head toward Jake, casual as if we were discussing dinner.

“Hey baby,” I said sweetly. “How are your grades this semester? Still facing that engineering class?”

Jake’s eyes were glued between my legs—asshole winking slightly as I shifted, pussy visibly wet and parted. His swim trunks were tented painfully. “Uh ... yeah, Mom. Got an A on the last project.”

“That’s my smart boy,” I cooed, reaching back with one hand to “adjust” my position—spreading my cheeks a little wider with two fingers so he could see everything clearer. My asshole puckered again; a bead of my arousal dripped slowly from my pussy down toward it. “And how’s life? Are you still seeing that girl from your dorm? What’s her name ... Rianna?”

He swallowed hard, voice cracking. “Yeah ... we’re ... still talking. She’s nice.”

I smiled, rocking my hips once so my asshole and pussy opened and closed in front of him. “That’s good, sweetie. You deserve someone sweet. Tell Mommy more—does she make you happy?”

I reached for the sunscreen bottle, squirted a thick dollop into my palm, and started rubbing it over my lower back—slow, sensual circles, letting my fingers dip between my cheeks, brushing my asshole lightly. The lotion made everything glisten; my hole clenched visibly under his stare.

Jake’s breathing was shallow. “Mom ... I ... I can see everything.”

I interrupted gently. “Here, baby—help Mommy with the sunscreen. My back’s hard to reach, and you’re right there. It’s alright. Just a nudist mom asking her son for help. No big deal.”

He hesitated, then took the bottle with shaky hands. I arched my back a little more, ass lifting higher, cheeks spreading wider on their own. His palms landed on my lower back—warm, tentative at first—spreading the lotion in broad strokes. I moaned softly. “Mmm ... good boy. Lower ... get the tops of my thighs.”

His hands slid down. Fingers brushed the crease where my ass met my thigh, inches from my pussy. I spread my legs even wider—asshole and pussy now fully gaped toward him, clit swollen and shiny. “Don’t miss any spots, Jake. Mommy needs to be protected everywhere.”

His thumbs grazed the outer edges of my pussy lips—accidental at first, then lingering. I sighed happily. “That’s it, baby ... right there. It feels so good. See how wet Mommy gets when she’s exposed like this? It’s natural. Healthy. You’re doing such a good job.”

He was rock-hard now, trunks stretched tight, pre-cum darkening the fabric. I rocked back slightly so his fingers slipped between my lips—just the tips—coating them in my slickness.

“Tell Mommy more about Rianna,” I said casually, as if his fingers weren’t brushing my clit. “Does she spread it to you like this? Does she let you see everything?”

Jake’s voice was hoarse. “Not ... not really. She’s shy.”

I moaned softly and laughed loudly as his thumb circled my clit once. “That’s okay. Mommy’s not shy. Mommy loves showing everything to anyone, all of it. It’s normal for a nudist mom to be open with her son. Keep rubbing ... get the lotion everywhere.”

He did. His fingers slid along my slit, coating my lips, dipping just inside my entrance, then brushing my asshole—circling the puckered ring until it fluttered under his touch. I came right there—quiet but intense—pussy pulsing around nothing, asshole clenching against his fingertip, fresh wetness running down his hand. I kept talking through it, voice breathy.

“Good boy ... see how Mommy reacts when you touch them? That’s love. That’s family. No shame.”

I rolled onto my back slowly—legs still wide, pussy and asshole now facing the sky, clit throbbing in the open air. Jake’s eyes were wide, hand still slick with my juices.

I smiled up at him. “Now do my front, baby. Start with my breasts ... work your way down. It’s all normal. All natural. Don’t hesitate a bit. It’s your mommy”

He squirted more lotion into his palms.

And under the sun, with strangers still glancing over, my son began rubbing sunscreen into every inch of his naked nudist, horny exhibitionist mother, spreading legs—casual, loving, and completely exposed.

I was in heaven.

The drive home from the beach was quiet, the car filled with that warm, salty afterglow. My skin still tingled from the sun, the sand, the stranger’s eyes, and Jake’s hands on my body during sunscreen. By the time we pulled into the driveway, I was already wet again—thighs slick, clit throbbing from the memory of spreading wide in front of him, asshole exposed, while he rubbed lotion into every crease.

I didn’t bother with a towel or robe when we got inside. I headed straight for the master bathroom, leaving the door wide open. The shower hissed on, steam rising fast in the late-afternoon light. I stepped under the rainfall head naked, water pounding my shoulders, streaming between my breasts, down my belly, over my mound and between my legs. I soaped up slowly—palms gliding over my nipples, pinching them until they ached, then sliding lower, parting my pussy lips with slick fingers, circling my clit while the water rinsed away the sand and sunscreen.

That’s when Jake knocked lightly on the open doorframe.

“Mom? My bathroom’s still being painted ... Can I use yours to pee?”

I turned my head, water streaming down my face, and smiled. “Of course, baby. Come in.”

He stepped inside, still in his swim trunks, cock visibly semi-hard under the fabric. He stood at the toilet, pulled the waistband down just enough, and started peeing—stream strong and steady, splashing into the bowl. I kept showering, soaping my breasts again, letting suds run over my nipples and down to my pussy. My legs were parted naturally under the spray; he could see everything—my shaved lips, clit swollen, asshole puckered from the heat.

I talked like it was nothing.

“So ... what do you feel like for dinner, sweetie? I was thinking grilled chicken and that quinoa salad Mia likes.”

Jake shook himself off, cock twitching as he tucked it back. His eyes never left my body. “Uh ... yeah, chicken sounds good. Maybe some veggies too?”

“Perfect,” I said, turning so my ass faced him while I rinsed. Water cascaded over my cheeks, running down the crack, making my asshole glisten. “Oh—and did you edit that beach picture yet? The one with all three of us nude? I want to post it in that nudist community forum I found on the way home. The one with the private group for families and newbies.”

He swallowed. “I ... cropped it a little. Make sure faces are blurred, but nothing too ... identifiable. It looks good. Really good. Are you sure mom? posting nudes, you are muslim right?”

I moaned softly as I ran my soapy hand between my legs, fingers slipping inside myself for a second. “Mmm ... send it to me later. I want to see how pretty we look together. Naked. Open. It’s so empowering, don’t you think? Showing the world we’re a nudist family now. Hahahaha”

Jake’s face turned red. He whimpered and said, “I will send that to you mom.”

The door pushed open wider. Mia walked in, still in her bikini top and shorts, clearly needing to pee.

“Hey Mom—bathroom’s free? Mines are still wet from the paint. Dad made the schedule today.ufffff...”

I smiled at her through the glass. “Of course, honey. Jake’s also done.”

Mia stepped past him, pulled her shorts and panties down in one motion, and sat on the toilet. Her pussy was shaved smooth too, lips slightly puffy from the beach sun. She started peeing—stream hissing into the bowl—while looking straight at me under the shower.