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It was about five months before our annual summer vacation, that my husband Tom bought an old, used camper-van. It had been our dream for a long time, to do a road trip across the country, so I was pretty excited when he showed me our new camper.
My husband Tom was 45 years old at that time. He used to be a very athletic guy. Now, his three-day beard, and part of his hair, was starting to become a bit grey. He also got a bit heavier and had a small belly. Still, he was as fit as ever... So it was no surprise, that he used the following months to restore the old camper by himself.
Our plan was, for us to drive the camper across county, to wherever we wanted to go and see as many places as possible.
My name is Karen. I am a 39 year old woman... My straight blond hair is falling down to my shoulders. I'm pretty average built, not skinny, but not chubby either. My breasts always used to be my best feature... not my legs, or my ass... I always thought I had a great set of tits. Of course, they changed a bit, after our son Michael was born, but still, I was pretty happy with my body.
When Tom bought the camper-van, Michael just turned 18. He's always been a bit of a geeky guy. He likes video games, more than he does sports. He has light brown hair and he is a pretty skinny guy. He's really good in school, so Tom and I always considered us pretty lucky, that he turned out the way he did... But like I said, he really liked video games. He pretty much hung out with the same three friends all the time, playing video games... He's not really an outgoing person, so it was pretty clear from the beginning, that Michael would go on the road trip with us. Maybe other 18 year old kids would think it's kind of lame to go on vacation with their folks, but Michael was really looking forward to our trip as well.
About three or four months prior to our vacation, Tom and I were absolutely stunned: Michael told us that he was dating a girl from school.
Of course most 18 year old teenagers nowadays pretty much knew their way around the opposite sex by that age, but Michael... like I said, he basically only hung out with the same three male friends all the time. We never heard anything about girls or anything like that. So it was kind of a shock for us at first. But of course, we were also very happy for him.
About two weeks later, Michael brought his first girlfriend home with him and introduced her. Her name was Stacy. As soon as she came through the door, I instantly liked her.
Stacy's an asian girl - very petite and skinny. She has long, straight black hair and she wears burgundy glasses. It became pretty obvious right away, that she was a very shy girl -- very friendly and overly polite -- but very, very quiet and shy. She had a really cute smile as well. So, both, my husband and I, both instantly liked her. And I guess she liked us too. In the following weeks she spent a lot of time with us, and somehow it felt like she was part of the family very quickly.
So when the summer approached, she always told us, that her folks had to work all summer long, and that they couldn't really afford to have a summer vacation... So, I really felt bad for her, and like I said, I liked her, and she made Michael happy... So after the third time she mentioned not having any plans for the summer, I asked Tom one night, while we were lying in bed, if he was okay with asking Stacy if she wants to join us on our road trip across the country.
Of course Tom was really happy as well, that our son had a girlfriend, so he didn't have any objections. So the next day we asked Michael, if he wants to bring his girlfriend along... and, as expected, he was absolutely thrilled. He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. He was so excited. He never even thought that there was even a possibility that his girlfriend could join us. He was really looking forward to spending the summer with Stacy.
Of course, we had to ask her first.
Michael immediately called her and asked her to come over. So we were all sitting together and then Michael invited her... Stacy was totally overwhelmed. She had a huge smile on her face and then she jumped up and ran towards me, sat down on the couch next to me and hugged me.
After that, we sat and chatted for about half an hour, before Stacy got up. She was so excited, she wanted to ask her parents right away, if they were okay with it.
So an hour later, I got a call from Stacy's mother Christine. Like Stacy, she was overly polite... She repeatedly told me that she thought it was such a generous offer and that she is so grateful that Michael had such lovely parents, but that she couldn't burden us with taking her daughter with us... and that she couldn't really pay us anything...
"Look, Christine, we are driving the camper across the country anyway... there is room enough... it's not even a problem, don't worry about it. And Michael would be so happy... We would be happy to have her... And I promise, we will take good care of her. So please, just say yes."
Christine uşak escort still said, it was too much to ask... We went back and forth about ten more times. I was laughing the entire time, because it was so funny, how overly polite she was: she didn't want to burden us... it costs too much... it was too much to ask...
Finally I had to put an end to it -- I knew Christine, her husband and especially Stacy would really appreciate it... so I just said:
"Look, you didn't ask! WE asked YOU! So... it's settled. Stacy is invited. We would love to have her. And we will be very disappointed, if she declines our invitation."
I laughed. Christine laughed as well.
"Alright, Okay. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
So it was finally settled. Stacy was coming with us.
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So when the day came, to start our cross-country road trip, the camper looked pretty good. There was the driver's seat and the passenger seat and then there was a back area, separated by a wooden
board. There was a tiny slip-through between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, were you could get to the back area.
Of course, there was a huge sliding-door on the side of the van as well, where you could get out of the camper or into the back area. Right next to the sliding door, on the right, behind the wooden board, used as a separator, there were a few tiny cupboards. So the camper had the huge sliding door on one side, and on the other side there was a small padded bench and a tiny table.
Next to the bench, there was a tiny kitchen shelf with a few drawers. And then there were two small wooden steps. They led to the sleeping area. Like I said, you had to climb up those two tiny steps and there was a huge mattress back there... there was another tiny cupboard, separating the kitchen/sitting area with the elevated sleeping area.
Like I said, the mattress was huge. It took up almost one third of the entire camper. There was a huge window on the back of the van. Two curtains could be used to darken the sleeping area and keep the sun - or the moonlight - out.
Our plan was, to sleep either in motels, or in the camper. We also brought tents as well. So we had a lot of options.
Of course, everything in the camper was small and tiny... I mean, you still had plenty of room to sit and relax, but still... 4 grown people inside there... things could get a bit crowded, I guess. So, I was really looking forward to our vacation, but I was also a bit curious to see how everything would turn out.
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week 1
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So the first day of our road trip wasn't that eventful. We were on the road a lot, literally, just driving. Tom was the designated driver. I didn't really want to drive a big camper van, and he really liked driving... The kids, both just turned 18, didn't have a driver's license yet. So I sat on the passenger seat, looking out the window, talking to my husband, while the kids sat on the small bench-like couch in the back area of the van.
At about 6 p.m. We stopped to have dinner at a roadside diner. All four of us were in a really good mood. We were all looking forward to having a fun and relaxed vacation.
"Look guys, I think we're gonna drive for two or three more hours, and then call it quits for today. I wanna find a motel and sleep there. It was a long first day, and I need a proper bed tonight", Tom told us at dinner.
He was basically in charge of our driving schedule. Of course, the two of us, talked about what sights and what places we wanted to visit, but since he did all the driving, I think it was only fair, that he decided how much we would drive and stuff like that. Of course, Michael chimed in from time to time as well. Since we weren't reliant on anyone else - a bus, a train, a plane or whatever... we could do whatever we wanted, drive wherever we wanted... that gave us all a liberating feeling, and Michael wanted to have a say in the matter as well.
So after we finished dinner, the boys went to the restroom and Stacy and I went to the little girls room as well. Once we finished peeing and were washing our hands at the sink, Stacy turned to me.
"Karen..."
Tom and I told Stacy pretty much right away, after a week or two, that she could call us by our first name. Of course, since she was overly polite, it took a while, before she actually did, but at that point, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary anymore.
"Karen, would you mind, uhm, sharing a room with me tonight at the motel?"
I was a bit surprised by the request, but of course, I told her:
"Sure, sweetie. We'll let the boys have their room and we'll have ours."
I smiled at her. She was pretty tense when she asked the question, now she nervously smiled as well. I guess she was really nervous about it. Of course, I didn't really push the topic, so we just left the restroom.
That night when we slipped in our bed at the motel, Stacy wore a long-sleeve shirt and a pair of sweatpants. She put her uşak escort bayan glasses on the nightstand and then we said goodnight. A minute or so passed and I had already closed my eyes, when Stacy said:
"I'm sorry you can't sleep next to your husband tonight."
I opened my eyes.
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart."
Since she didn't say anything else, I thought I should say something...
"Why didn't you want to share a room with Michael, sweetie?"
I felt her move around a bit, but I couldn't see her face, since we already turned off the light.
"I... I don't know. I guess I'm a bit nervous to share a bed with a boy. I..."
She waited a few seconds, before she continued.
"Don't get me wrong. Mike is amazing. He always treats me with respect. He never tried anything or said anything or something... It's just... ME, I guess."
"I see. Well, if you're ever uncomfortable in the next three weeks, or if Mike tries something inappropriate, just tell me, okay? I will spank his tiny butt."
I heard her giggle a bit.
"Thank you, Karen. You're so kind to me."
"You're welcome. Just remember, you can always come to me. And don't worry about our sleeping situation. We will always figure something out... so that you're comfortable, okay?"
"Thanks. That really means a lot..."
"You're welcome, again. Now go to sleep, we have a long day ahead of us."
I smiled and closed my eyes again.
When I woke up the next morning, Stacy was still asleep next to me. So I decided to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and take a quick shower. When I came back into the room, I had the towel wrapped over and around my hair. I was topless and I was just wearing a black panty. I expected Stacy to still be asleep. But when I walked in, Stacy was already awake and stared directly at me.
Well... I'm not prude and I didn't care that Stacy saw my naked boobies, but Stacy clearly wasn't expecting it. She stared at my boobs for a few seconds... Then she looked into my eyes, and then she quickly looked away.
And then a few minutes later, Stacy was still lying in bed, she reached for a t-shirt. I was sitting at a tiny table, looking in the mirror and combing my hair. In the mirror I watched as Stacy put the blanket almost entirely over her head and held it there. Then she changed out of her sleeping shirt into her fresh t-shirt, while still holding the blanket up, in front of her.
When she was done, I looked at her and said: "You don't have to be shy. Everything is okay."
She didn't say anything, she just smiled shyly.
The day went by fairly quickly. We did a bit of sightseeing in the morning, had lunch at a restaurant at noon and were on the road for quite a while. Later in the afternoon we found a secluded, little lake and since the weather was pretty sunny, we decided to go for a swim. We parked the camper and one after the other, we used the camper to change into our bathing suits. I wore my new red bikini. Stacy was the last one to change, and when she came out of the camper, I saw that she was wearing a black bathing suit and a t-shirt over it.
We had an amazing time and had a lot of fun at the lake. After we played volleyball for a bit, the boys, Mike and my husband Tom, went into the lake to take a dip.
When Stacy and I were alone, I asked her: "Did Mike or my husband make you uncomfortable?"
Stacy looked at me.
"Oh no, no. Of course, not."
"Okay good."
I thought about how I could get her to talk.
"Are you cold? Do you want to go back into the van?"
And then I guess Stacy realized what I was alluding to.
"Oh. Uhm. No... It's just..."
She looked down on the ground.
"I'm really insecure about my breasts. They're so tiny. I almost look like a boy. I... I don't want to be laughed at."
"Oh sweetie. Mike and Tom won't laugh at you, I promise. You're safe with us. And... it doesn't matter how big or small your breasts are... boys will love your boobies, either way, trust me."
"I don't know. I'm not so sure about that. Your breasts are so big and perfect. I will look stupid next to you."
"No you won't, sweetie. You are absolutely gorgeous, just the way you are, trust me."
I smiled at her.
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I do."
"Okay. Then let's take that shirt off and let us go into the lake as well. I promise, it will be okay. Nobody will laugh at you or look funny. Those two guys might start drooling, but that's it."
I smiled at her. Stacy thought about what to do next.
"So?", I asked. "Do you wanna give it a try?"
Stacy nodded.
"Good. Come on."
We both stood up and Stacy took her shirt off. I took her hand and then we slowly walked into the water. Stacy really did have tiny breasts, but she didn't look like a boy. Not even close. In fact, she really had a cute body.
When we came closer to the boys, I started splashing water into their faces, just to lighten escort uşak the mood and to get Stacy to relax. And it worked. She was laughing and smiling.
I looked at my husband and smiled at him and then I nodded in Stacy's direction and raised my eyebrows twice. And my husband knew exactly what I tried to tell him, because he said:
"I love your bathing suit, Stacy. It looks really cute on you."
My husband is a charmer. The way he said that... it sounded perfect. It didn't sound like he was being creepy or anything. It just sounded innocent and genuine.
"What do you think, son?"
He turned to Michael and Michael started stuttering.
"Oh... yeah." He turned to Stacy. "You look really beautiful."
Stacy had a tiny smile on her face. Everything, including her, was way more relaxed after that.
The kids stayed in the lake a bit longer, but my husband and I walked back to the camper to pack everything up. As soon as we came out of the water, he said:
"What was that about?"
I smiled.
"She's really insecure about her small breasts. Thanks for saying that."
"I see." We both smiled.
When the kids came back out of the water, Mike helped my husband to get the van ready for the road. Stacy came over to me and said:
"Thank you. For making me do that."
"Do you feel better now?"
"Yes. I do." She smiled.
"Good. I told you, Mike and my husband are the best men in the world. You don't have to be ashamed in front of them. We want you to be comfortable."
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After that we drove for a few more hours. It was already dark outside. Tom drove and Mike, Stacy and I sat on the tiny couch. And then I saw Stacy yawning a couple of times. So I said:
"Let's call it a night and get ready for bed."
Stacy nodded, but she looked a bit unease.
I turned to my husband and said:
"Honey, we're tired."
"Okay, babe. You guys share the bed. I will continue driving for a couple of hours and then I'll take the couch."
"Okay, honey. Drive safe. I love you."
"Good night, guys."
Michael was the first one to brush his teeth at the tiny sink. When he was finished, he took off his sweater and took off his pants and he took the two steps up to the sleeping area. He was just wearing a shirt and a couple of loose boxer shorts. He crawled into bed and closed the two curtains behind him. Then he slipped under the blanket. When he lay up there, with his head all the way back at the end of the van, he couldn't really see what went on down here, so I took off my pants and changed my shirt, to one that was a bit more comfortable.
Stacy and I brushed our teeth at the same time. When we were done, I looked at her and said:
"I go first, okay."
She nodded.
So I climbed up the two steps and tried not to hit my head on the roof of the van. I was only wearing panties and a shirt, but Michael didn't even look, when I came up - and it was already dark in there anyways. I lifted the blanket up and crawled under it. I lay down in the center of the bed.
A few second later Stacy came up. As expected, she was still wearing her sweatpants and a t-shirt. She lay down and crawled under the blanket.
So there we were. I was lying in the middle. My son Michael was lying to my left and his girlfriend Stacy was lying to my right. I had to play the chaperone, so that Stacy felt comfortable.
I turned to her and asked:
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm good. Thank you, Karen."
"Alright you kids, sleep well."
Michael looked over to Stacy and said:
"Good night, honey."
It was cute. A couple of minutes later, I fell asleep. The moving vehicle was like a sleeping pill. I slept amazingly good.
When I woke up, the van wasn't moving anymore. The sun was already up, so it was fairly well-lit in the back of the van. It still took me a few seconds to realize where I was. I looked to my left and I saw that Mike was still sleeping. I looked to my right and then I was a bit surprised: Stacy was already awake and she was staring at my son. At first I didn't realize what she was looking at, but then I followed her eyes and saw it.
Michael was lying on his side, facing us. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was deep and firm. He was clearly asleep. But Stacy wasn't looking at his eyes. She was looking at his pelvis. And then I saw it: my son obviously had a raging hard-on.
Oh my. I mean, we couldn't see his penis, but his very loose pair of boxer shorts were forming a pretty significant tent.
I looked over to Stacy. She was holding her hand in front of her mouth.
"What... he's having an...", she was whispering.
I carefully moved my head closer to her and whispered back:
"Yeah sweetie, that often happens in the morning."
She was giggling a bit.
"But, it's so big."
Oh boy. I was talking to my son's girlfriend about his erection. And it was right there next to me. I had to focus. I was the adult. I had to teach the kids a healthy viewpoint of their sexuality. I thought about my next steps. And then I said:
"Do you wanna look at it?"
Stacy's eyes almost popped out of her head. She shook her head.
"Do you wanna touch it?"
Stacy didn't shake her head this time.
"I don't know."