Charlie’s Stepmother 5 & 6

By brhmsj

berlioz53@yahoo.com

Copyright 2023 by brhmsj, all rights reserved

Charlie’s Stepmother 5


Spankings continued for both of Fran’s “boys.” Charlie rarely was getting discipline now but she took pleasure in spanking him often. Sometimes he asked on a Friday night at dinner “am I getting spanked this weekend?” It was exciting to ask, especially when Dad was there. He wanted Dad to know about his spankings more often. Sometimes Fran did let David know, who took a fatherly interest. Fran’s influence on the teen was a positive one and David took pride in both of them.

If Charlie asked about a spanking to come Fran could be non-comital in her response which most times meant that he would be spanked. The first few times he asked she gave him harder spankings for being so forward but after a while it turned into a game for them. Rarely did she say “no.” If she did say “yes,” she added the time it would happen. Or times. Sometimes she’d also add “and don’t think that your father isn’t getting spanked this weekend, too.”

Good as her word, she had started Charlie in on his butt plugs when they got back from the New York trip. She did not rush the process, letting him get used to the sizes slowly and comfortably. It was a special event the day she slipped the largest one into him. He’d been over her lap but he jumped up and they hugged in celebration.

As time went on Charlie did wonder more about what might be going on in the homes of some of his friends. There even were a couple boys at school about whom he speculated as they seemed, to him, to need the kind of discipline Fran provided. It was a fun bit of secret thoughts for him. A couple of buddies had been a bit too curious about the thermometer, one seeming to intimate that he had an idea of its true purpose.

Charlie’s thoughts were not just on friends and boys at school. He also had begun to wonder about Dad’s and Fran’s friends. Fran had a wide circle of friends in the area, not to mention the many she had in New York and, apparently, around the country. Maybe even around the world from what Charlie could tell. There was one small group of women with whom the friendship seemed different, the rare times that Charlie had encountered them. Fran never invited them to the house. Charlie had met some of them when he’d been out with Fran, usually shopping. They looked at him differently than others of her friends did and some of their comments to Fran seemed mysterious to Charlie.

One day Fran was with him to shop for jeans. He’d come to enjoy her input on his clothing as it always was good. He was taking more interest in how he dressed, even casually, thanks to Fran. One of his classmates, called Max even though that wasn’t his real name, was there with his mother. She and Fran knew each other, much to the surprise of both boys who had no idea that they did. After greetings the women got into one of the mystery conversations that Charlie never understood. Max seemed not to understand any better than Charlie and both boys felt uncomfortable. Without comment they moved away from the mothers.

Charlie very much wanted to find out what, if anything, Max knew but couldn’t find a way to start that conversation. Max wasn’t helping. So, they talked aimlessly about school which was all they had in common, as they didn’t know each other well.

After the small talk, Max said “I hate it when Mom drags me down here. I can get my own clothes.”

“I hear ya, but Fran is so good with clothes and stuff that I let her help me. Feels like I’m a little kid sometimes,” he added with a chuckle.

“Well, you’re lucky, I guess. She seems cool.”

“I think so and my Dad is happy, so that’s what matters, I guess.”

Max opened up a bit. “Mom insists on buying my underwear but most of the time she gets good stuff, so I guess it’s ok. Not hideous boxers, fortunately.”

Charlie agreed on that but didn’t want to let on about the silk briefs. Glibly he said “Fran gets me some but I like to go commando when I can.” As soon as he said it he wished he hadn’t. Definitely “TMI.” Max’s eyes widened a bit.

After an awkward few seconds Max shyly said “yeah, I do that sometimes but I don’t let my Mom know!” The tension eased a bit.

Now Charlie felt he could say more. “I’ve got some commando pants that are really cool. I could show you sometime.”

“I never heard of such things! Sounds cool.”

“What are you doing on Saturday?”

“Nothing, I guess,” Max seemed a bit unsure again.

“Well, c’mon over and I can show you.”

“Um, yeah. I’ll let you know.” The mothers had finished. They called the boys over. Each boy greeted the other mother and then the mothers and sons went their own ways.

“He seems like a nice boy,” Fran said as they walked to the men’s department. “I’ve known his mother for a while.”

“He’s ok. I don’t know him well.”

“Maybe you should get to know him better.” Her tone of voice seemed enigmatic.

“Well, I. . . Actually I invited him over Saturday if he wants. Is that ok?”

“Of course, darling. You don’t have to ask. It would be good for you boys to get to know each other. Funny we should bump into them when we’re all clothes shopping.” What did that mean? Why would it make any difference? Had she overheard him mention the trousers?

It was a school night so they didn’t linger in the store. Charlie and Fran were happy with his choices and returned home. “Try those on for me,” Fran said when they got home. “I want to see them commando.” Charlie expected that but it always was a bit embarrassing. They went into the living room where he took off his pants and briefs and stepped into the first pair of jeans. They fit nicely and he could see that it made his package look quite full. “Oh my, those are perfect!” Fran said. “Next pair.”

They had bought two, matching pairs. The others fit just as nicely. Really this “fashion show” had been an excuse for Fran to get Charlie out of his clothes. “OK, take those off and get upstairs. I’ll see you shortly.” A before-dinner spanking. For some reason the chat with Max and the invitation had made Charlie think about spanking. He felt glad in a way to know he was about to get one. Likely this would be a fun one, not punishment.

As expected by Fran, he was fully naked when she arrived. Nothing need be said. She took her place on the bed and he put himself over her lap. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Harder than he expected! SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Steady and firm. A few more swats landing and Charlie began to kick a bit. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Now it stung and he could tell his bottom was hot, likely red now, too. It was.

“Will I need to do this before your friend comes over on Saturday?” Fran asked when she was done with the spanking.

“No! I’ll be good.”

“We’ll see. As for Max, he’s a boy who could use a spanking now and then.” Why would she say that? Had Max’s mother said something? Did Max get spanked at home? Would Fran really spank someone outside the family? This was turning into a weird day.

Friday at school Max said that he could come over. It sounded like he needed permission but Charlie didn’t press the issue. “I’ll see if Fran is ok with you coming for lunch.”

Now Max hesitated. “I don’t know. . . I may have things to do before lunch.”

“Just let me know,” Charlie said and the boys went their separate ways. Fran was happy to provide lunch for the boys. Charlie texted Max to let him know. It was late but Max did respond and say he could come around Noon. When Fran stopped in to see Charlie before bed he told her the news.

“That good,” she said. “It will be nice to visit with him.” Then to herself she mused “she must be taking care of things earlier in the day.” Realizing what she said she smiled at Charlie and said “well, it’s good he can join us for lunch. Good night, darling.” She gave him a kiss and left. Now Charlie felt truly baffled. Taking care of what? And he hadn’t been given a Friday bedtime spanking as he did most weeks. Was hooking up with Max such a good idea after all? Well, too late for that now.

Saturday morning Max arrived around eleven-thirty. He seemed a bit uneasy but Fran’s charm quickly had him relaxed. Charlie was quite aware of all of this. Once lunch was on the table Fran asked Max “did everything get taken care of this morning?”

Charlie could see Max go pale. “Um. . . yes, ma’am. Everything was, um. . . it was in order.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear it. I know you’re a good boy.” Now Max blushed slightly. Charlie was totally in the dark. Nothing more was said and lunch continued smoothly. When lunch was done Fran said “I’ll clean up. I know you boys want to do your own thing.” She smiled as she said it.

“Thanks, Fran,” Charlie said. “I’ll help you with dinner.”

“That’s my good little boy.” Now Charlie blushed a bit. He hardly knew Max and she was saying that.

The boys went up to Charlie’s room. He shut the door. He figured he’d get the conversation going toward the pants. “What did you end up getting the other day? I got a couple of pairs of jeans. I’m wearing one of them now.”

“Yeah, they look cool,” Max replied. Charlie couldn’t tell if Max had taken in the obvious bulge. “I needed some dress slacks,” Max continued. “And I did get these jeans, too, but you must have left by the time we got to that section.” Charlie had noticed that Max’s jeans looked new. Charlie hoped he’d been discrete but he had noticed a bulge in the other boy’s jeans. Shyly, Max asked “Are you, um. . . y’know. . . um. . .?”

Charlie cut in. “Commando? Yup! It feels great. You?”

“Ah, yeah, I guessed you might be. . . well, Mom kinda wanted me to. . .”

“That’s cool!”

“Yeah, I guess. She asked me if I ever had and I said yes. She said ‘you’ll do it more often.’ I didn’t think she’d be cool with it so never told her, but she is. Before I got dressed this morning she said that if I was visiting you I had to go commando. It was like she knew you did it.”

“Huh. That’s weird. Doesn’t seem like something moms would discuss. But, she’s right, I am.” Now Charlie was getting quite curious about Max’s mother. Was she like Fran? He’d try easing into the subject. “Fran sometimes sets out my clothes for special occasions.” He was remembering New York; she hadn’t done it at home yet. “Let me show you what I got in New York.” He opened his closet and pulled out the shirts and jackets.

“Wow! Those must have been expensive!”

“I don’t know, she never told me. She just said she wanted me in them. If you repeat this I’ll call you a liar, but it seemed like she wanted to show me off in the clothes.”

“That must have been embarrassing. Even horrible.”

“Nah, it was kinda cool, in a way.”

Max looked over the clothes, quite impressed. “What about the, ah, the pants?”

“Hold on.” Charlie pulled three pairs of pants out of a drawer. He’d show Max the padding but wasn’t going to tell him what it was for. “They’re really comfortable. The lining is really cool, too.”

“What’s this padding?” Max asked as he inspected the pants.

“Just makes them comfortable,” Charlie said, having anticipated that question.

Max looked nervous. “Could I. . . y’know. . . could I try. . .”

“Sure. We’re about the same size. Take your jeans off.” Charlie gave it no thought as he saw no reason for either of them to shy about being semi-naked together. Max took a deep breath, dropped the jeans and stepped out of them. He revealed a nice package which appeared to be well manscaped. Interesting. He pulled on Charlie’s pants. They fit quite well and showed off his package as intended.

“Oh wow, these feel great,” Max said as he fastened them. Between having undressed in front of a guy he didn’t know well and then the silky feeling of the lining he started to get hard. The pants made that obvious, as Charlie knew they did.

“They look really good!” Charlie told Max as he saw Max growing inside them. Max wiggled a bit trying to hide his growing erection but it didn’t work. Charlie did his best not to make his new friend uncomfortable. Still, Charlie was curious about something. “So, it looks like you’ve got. . . I dunno. . . like, a trim down there.”

Max blushed and then started to laugh. “No point in trying to hide it now that you’ve seen it. My mom believes in what she calls ‘manscaping.’ She trims me, my older brother, and even our dad. What did you think of it?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen it but it looks kinda cool. Does she really do the trimming?”

Max was hesitant again. “Yeah, she does.” Charlie sensed there was more but didn’t press. This talk had him hard, too.

“If Fran finds out she’ll want to do me,” Charlie said with a chuckle.

“You might like it.” The tension was easing. Charlie thought about where this discussion might be heading. It sounded like Max’s mother had at least some control over the family, like Fran. And she and Fran knew each other and had things to discuss.

Charlie decided to take another plunge. “How long has she been doing the manscaping?”

“I don’t know about Dad but my brother and me pretty much from the moment we started growing hair. Gerry hates it but I’ve come to think it’s kinda cool. Gets attention, that’s for sure!” He laughed again.

The boys had sat down again, both adjusting obvious erections but without comment. “So, your mom really does the trimming? Is that weird?”

Max blushed a bit again. “I dunno. She always saw us naked a lot anyhow, so it didn’t seem to make much difference. We just kinda. . . well, we do what she says, y’know?”

“Ah, yeah, I do,” Charlie answered slowly. Max’s eyebrows went up. He was catching on.

“So, your stepmom. . .”

“Yeah, she kinda runs some things, I guess.” Looks of relief passed over both faces.

Now Max plunged in. “Does she spank you?” It was Charlie’s turn to blush.

“Um, yeah. Does yours?”

“Of course. That’s how she knew we were growing hair. Well, one way.” He chuckled but didn’t elaborate.

“I’ve noticed Fran talking with some other women in town, like your mom. They seem to have some secret world or something. Are they all doing this?”

“I guess you’re still new to this since you haven’t had a stepmom for long. It’s like a secret society or something. They call it ‘Woman Power.’ It means that the women in the family have a lot of the control over the men. They certainly have the right to discipline, as in spank. They also have a code that males shouldn’t be modest so in most families the guys are naked a lot. Even the dads.”

“So that’s how she knew you had hair.”

“Yeah.”

“Fran says boys and men shouldn’t be modest, too, so she sees me naked a lot.” He continued, “She spanks your dad, too?” Charlie had to know. After all, his dad got spanked by Fran.

Max chuckled. “She spanks all of us, dad, Gerry, me, my little brother Timmy. He’s eleven so still immature but she keeps him naked a lot so she can see when things start. He seems to like being naked. By the way, I can’t help but notice the hairbrush over there and the thermometer.”

Charlie blushed again. “I guess you know what they’re for.”

“Yup. We all have our own. Cool that she put your name on the brush.”

“I guess. It certainly makes its point!” The boys chuckled at that. Things really were the same for them.

“She lets mine stay in the drawer, though.”

“Lucky. Fran thinks the reminder is good for me.”

“It is. Don’t worry, I see mine every day.” Now they laughed. Fran heard it downstairs. It was good they were getting along so well. She very much would enjoy spanking both of them while Max was here but that seemed too much of a liberty. This soon, at least. She’d talk with Max’s mother. She felt sure that mutual spankings would be agreed upon. After all, both women knew the value of spanking. Some enforced nudity, too. She definitely wanted to see Max naked. She thought about whether she could try that now.

Her ponderings were interrupted by her cell phone ringing. It was Max’s mother, of all people. They chatted for a while, Max’s mother delighted, too, that the boys seemed to be getting along so well. “Am I too forward to suggest he might stay with you overnight so they can have more time together?” she asked. “I think it will be good for both of them.”

“Not at all. I was thinking the same thing. I’ll ask them and get back to you.” They chatted for a while longer, mostly about their shared interest in Woman Power. When they were done Fran called upstairs. “Boys, could you come down for a moment?” They both still were hard and knew Fran would see that they were but Charlie said they shouldn’t stall, so they were downstairs right away. Fran did notice, said nothing but the boys knew she’d seen. She was pleased to see slight blushes. She also was pleased at how Max looked in Charlie’s commando pants.

“That was your mom on the phone, Max. We were wondering if you’d like to stay over so you boys can spend more time together.”

Max paused a moment. “That would be cool, thanks. I don’t have clothes or anything, though.”

“What you have for clothes is fine. You can wear one of Charlie’s shirts tomorrow if you want. Or we can wash your clothes tonight. As for other things, we have extra toothbrushes and such, so that’s fine. Of course you won’t need nightclothes.” More blushes which made her smile at causing a bit more embarrassment.

“Where should he sleep?” Charlie asked, hoping the answer was that Max would sleep with him.

“Silly boy, with you! You’ve got a big bed, more than enough room for two.” The boys glanced at each other.

“Well, thanks,” said Max again. “Should I call my mom?”

“That’s ok. I said I’d call her back when we’d decided. You boys run along and take care of things. I’ll call you at dinner time.”

Charlie was quite sure what “take care of things” meant. They had stayed hard. If anything, he felt harder when she said they could sleep together. He’d never thought about sleeping with another guy before but Max was pretty hot. The trick was how to bring up the topic of “taking care of things.” Jerking off with his new friend would be hot, too. Fran seemed to expect they would and he thought she might just try to find out later, too. The boys went back upstairs.

“Look, man, we’ve both been hard all afternoon,” Charlie said boldly. “We should do something about it.”

Max beamed. “I thought you’d never say it!” He quickly was out of the pants he’d tried on. His erection was impressive Charlie thought. Nice sized balls, too. “May as well get rid of this, too,” said Max has he pulled off his shirt. He now was fully naked. A handsome sight.

Charlie wasn’t far behind in getting undressed. Max liked what he saw and was impressed that Charlie was uncut. “It’s more comfortable to lie down,” Charlie said. Both boys were on the bed and gently stroking. No one said it, but both wanted to take their time. When they did shoot they managed to keep it quiet, hoping Fran wouldn’t catch on.

“That was really cool,” Max said as they wiped up.

“Yeah. I’ve never done that with another guy. You do it with your brother?”

“We have.” Max paused. “Um, Mom sets rules for when and where we can jerk off. She doesn’t do it to us, but she makes sure we follow the rules. We’re allowed three times a day.”

“Wow,” said Charlie. This was interesting. “Does she watch?”

“Yeah, she has, but not much. If we do it a time that isn’t allowed and she finds out, it’s an immediate spanking. But she said there were no restrictions while I’m here, so it’s ok that we just did that.”

“Wow,” Charlie said again. “Fran doesn’t monitor my jackoff sessions but she certainly does spank. Does your mom spank you just because she wants to? Fran does to me. Sometimes it’s fun, I have to admit.”

“Wow.” Now it was Max’s turn. “But yeah, Mom does that, too. Sometimes Gerry and me together.” Charlie wondered what it would be like to be spanked with another guy. Fran had spanked him and Dad together, but that was a bit different. It had been exciting, though, sharing that with his father. Maybe she’d spank Max and him while Max was visting.

“Well, we should get dressed. We have dinner late on Saturdays but it’s always worth it.”

With that the boys settled into chat and some internet exploration. That was getting exciting when Fran called them for dinner but they quickly obeyed the summons. David was home by now and wanting to meet Max.

The rest of Max’s visit would be memorable.

Charlie’s Stepmother 6


David and Max were pleased to meet each other. “I’ve heard about your family,” David said, “so very nice to meet you in person.” Charlie and Max glanced at each other, noted by both adults.

At dinner Fran guided much of the conversation. “I hope you boys have discovered some of the things you have in common, especially at home,” she said at one point. She was pleased to see two faces redden a bit.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Charlie answered slowly.

“One thing for certain, your mother knows that men and boys need not be modest, right Max?”

“Um. . . yes. . .”

“Yes. We believe in that here, too, don’t we?” Charlie responded slowly, David with a smile right away, both saying yes.

“So, I expect no shyness around bedtime, if not before. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.” “Yes, Fran.”

“Such good little boys,” she said with a smile at her husband. Charlie was very embarrassed that she used that term in front of a new friend. Or at all. Max had heard it at home but didn’t like it any better.

Now Fran began to probe as to just what did go on with Max’s family. She didn’t have to ask as Max’s mother had told her about her domestic arrangements, but she was curious to hear a son’s side of the story.

“You and your brothers get spanked when necessary, I’ve heard.” Max was truly embarrassed!

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s good. Boys, and men, need regular discipline.” Charlie looked uncomfortable now, David smiled. “Your mother has given me full permission to deal with you as necessary, also to make sure you don’t fall into any bad modesty habits.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said very slowly. He had no doubt this meant that he’d be naked on display and, at some point, would get a spanking. His mother wouldn’t have given that permission unless she wanted Fran to spank him. He knew well that in the Woman Power world spankings could be given for reasons other than discipline. He and Charlie exchanged another glance. Charlie understood, too.

“Your mom also has told me that you and your brothers, along with your dad, have Naked at Home Days on occasion.”

“Yes, ma’am, we do.”

“And you like them, I’m sure.” Not a question.

“Um. . . well. . . yeah.”

“That doesn’t sound so sure,” Fran said with a smile.

“Yes, I do,” he said, now sounding positive. He was telling the truth. He’d always felt free and comfortable out of clothes, even if it meant his mother was seeing him.

“That’s good. We should have some Naked at Home Days here, too. In fact, we can start tonight. When you three clear the table and do the dishes you will be completely naked.” The boys fidgeted in their seats a bit. David was nearly laughing. He liked his wife seeing him naked, he liked seeing his son naked. No doubt Max would be a pleasure to look at, too.

When dinner was done David and the boys did take off their clothes. Charlie and Max didn’t want to look reluctant so were naked as quickly as David was. Max tried to surreptitiously get glances at David. It was amazing how much he and Charlie looked alike “down there.” Max, his older brother, and his Dad were similar but each had his own distinctive features. David made no pretense at not looking over their guest. Max was both slightly embarrassed and pleased by the attention.

“Life is better nude, don’t you think?” David asked at one point.

“It can be, I guess,” said Max, unsure of how he was expected to respond.

David smiled. “Well, we know that we boys can’t be modest so we need to enjoy it. You’ll come to enjoy showing off to girls. Actually I’d have thought that you were doing that already.”

“Um, Dad, we don’t know any girls like that,” Charlie said. It was true for him and he assumed for Max.

“Oh, I’m sure there are plenty in town.” The discussion ended there. Dishes done, David led the boys into the living room where Fran was waiting, reading a magazine.

“Aren’t you a fine looking trio! My good big boy and now my two little good boys.” David found that epithet amusing, but the boys showed that they did not. “There’s something else we need to discuss, Max. Your mom tells me that she sets a schedule for you and your older brother for masturbating. How’s that going?”

Max felt humiliated now that this was made public. He accepted that rule but he didn’t want it talked about in front of adults. It had taken some courage just to tell Charlie.

“Yes, ma’am,” he managed to stutter. “I guess it’s going well. I mean, I guess I’m not focused on it all the time like some guys.”

“Yes, that’s how it should be. Charlie, I think I need to set a schedule for you. I can see that it is doing Max a lot of good.” Charlie frowned but said nothing. “For tonight, you boys can take care of that at bedtime. I’ll set a time for you in the morning when you get up.”

“May we go up to my room?” Charlie asked when it appeared that the discussion was over.

“Of course, dear. Enjoy yourselves.”

In Charlie’s room Max talked a bit more about his home life, including the scheduled masturbation again. He reiterated that masturbating off schedule always meant a spanking. Max did well with it but Gerry tried to get away with some extras. Somehow their mother always could tell. It took a few spankings but Gerry did get the message though he still tried to sneak sometimes and still got spanked.

“You must hate the schedule,” Charlie said.

“Y’know, I’m used to it so it’s fine. And it does seem to let me stay focused on other things, like homework. Not that I was a jerkoff fiend!” The boys laughed.

“Well, I guess I’m next. I hope she’s not too restrictive.”

“So, um. . . does she. . . does she spank your Dad?” Max asked in almost a whisper, not that anyone could hear, regardless. He’d told Charlie that his dad got spanked but Charlie hadn’t said about his father.

“Yeah, she does. She even paddled us together, kneeling with our butts up on the bed.”

“No shit! Wow! I know my dad does get spanked but it seems only when he’s done something she doesn’t like.”

“My dad likes having her in charge,” Charlie said. “He says it’s not so unusual.” The talk of spanking had the boys hard again.

“You’re so much like your dad, um, down there,” Max said. “Have you seen him. . .?”

“Hard? A couple of times when I was younger. I guess we’re about the same that way, too.”

“Cool. I’ve seen my dad hard and he’s quite different. Gerry is, too. It’s interesting that we’re so different since we’re related but I guess it happens.”

They turned their attention to computer games after deciding there was nothing on TV that interested them. Time flew by until Fran knocked on the door around ten forty-five.

“Come in,” Charlie said. At this point it didn’t matter if it was Dad or Fran. There was nothing to hide now. It was Fran.

“Charlie knows that I believe that a bedtime spanking now and then is good for a boy. Tonight we want to be sure that you two settle down when you go to bed. Do you get bedtime spankings?”

“Um, yes, sometimes. We all do.” There was nothing to hide in that regard at this point, so Max didn’t hesitate.

“You and your brothers together?”

“Sometimes.”

“Well now you can be spanked with a friend.” She settled on the bed. “Charlie, you know what to do. Normally guests should be first but this time Max should get to see how I spank first.” Charlie put himself in place.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK A bit harder than her usual bedtime spankings. It seemed she wanted to make some sort of point with this. Another series of good swats and Charlie was squirming over her lap.

“Settle down or this will get serious.”

“Yes, Fran.” He did his best to stay still and basically succeeded. When she was done his bottom was quite red, with a sting that he knew would last all night. Secretly he thought that would be nice.

“Max, your turn,” she said when Charlie had stood. As Max was getting in place she said “I expect you’ll be better at controlling yourself. Charlie still needs work.” With that she landed five swats on him. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK It took only two for Max to give out with “Ow!” Fran couldn’t know yet, but Max always yelled during a spanking. She’d confirm this with his mother tomorrow. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Charlie was impressed with the color she was raising in his new friend’s bottom. It must sting just like his, he thought.

A few more swats, with yells, and Max was well done. He stood and rubbed his bottom. He knew he’d feel it all night. Fran just smiled at him rubbing. That always amused her.

“Alright you two, get ready for bed. I’ll check on you later.” Toiletries had been supplied for Max. The boys weren’t long in the bathroom. Back in the bedroom Charlie said “this is the side of the bed I usually sleep on, so you can have that side. There’s plenty of room.”

“She said we could jerk off before bed. Shall we do it before we pull up the covers?”

“Sounds good!” Charlie had towels at hand. The boys spent longer than usual as they were watching each other’s technique as much as pleasuring themselves. Both learned some new things. Both found the mutual masturbation exciting, too. Max had done it with Gerry, but this was different. There were times that his mother made the two of them masturbate together, with her watching. They were in agreement that they hated that.

Orgasms were about simultaneous. “That was cool!” Max said when he shot. Having said it he blushed in embarrassment at the admission.

“Yeah, it was.” Relief for both of them. They’d admitted it. Between the spanking and the orgasms the boys really were tired. They pulled up the covers and Charlie turned out the light. They were asleep by the time Fran looked in. She saw the telltale towels. They looked precious together in the bed. She smiled with satisfaction. This little adventure was turning out nicely.

When the boys woke up they were lying together, each having moved toward the center of bed during the night. It felt good to be touching and neither pulled away. “Don’t play with yourself” Charlie whispered. Of course they both had morning wood. They didn’t know when they would have permission to take care of the morning wood.

“I won’t.” There was a pause, then Max said “could I feel your balls?”

That was unexpected but Charlie said “sure.” He’d never given much thought to someone else fondling him that way so, if nothing else, curiosity led him to agree. Max’s touch was nice. He thoroughly explored, the fondling making Charlie feel even harder. Suddenly Max gave a squeeze.

“Hey!” Max chuckled and loosened his grip but did not let go completely.

“Mom does that to Gerry sometimes when she’s annoyed with him.” Charlie was astonished and said nothing. “She’ll just say ‘drop your pants’ and he does. She grabs him and gets him to yelp a bit.”

“Wow. Has she done it to you?”

“Yeah, a couple of times when I already was naked but it hurt enough that I’ve tried not to do the things that get Gerry in trouble. You have nice balls. I hope you don’t mind me doing this.”

“It’s ok to touch, I guess. No one ever has. But I’m not sure about the squeezing.” With that Max gave a quick squeeze. Charlie squirmed but did not object.

“I think you like it,” Max teased.

“Don’t get smug. Yours are where I can get at them, too.” Max released Charlie’s balls and rested his hand on Charlie’s stomach, just above his pubes. Neither boy said anything. Lying together naked felt good, felt natural.

There was a knock at the door. It must be Fran. No, it was Dad, still naked. He stood in the doorway and said “good morning boys. I hope you slept well.” “Oh yes,” they both replied. “Breakfast will be ready soon. Fran says to drain yourselves before you come downstairs. Breakfast is naked, too. See you soon.” He shut the door.

“Man, that’ll be a relief!” Charlie said. He needed to cum. So did Max. When the door was shut Charlie realized that Max’s hand had moved down and was in contact with the base of his hardon.

“Has anyone ever gotten you off?” Max asked.

At this point Charlie felt desperate enough that he’d do anything Max suggested. “No!” he gasped. Max pushed the sheets back then put his hand around Charlie’s hard cock. Charlie gasped again, this at the new feeling of someone else’s hand surrounding his erection. It did not take long for him to shoot, what with his great need and the novelty of someone else’s hand doing the work. It was an explosive orgasm, Charlie moaning through it. Neither boy cared if the sound was heard downstairs.

It took a moment for Charlie to get his breathing back to normal. While he was calm again, Max was toweling him clean. That felt good, too.

“Have you done that before?” Charlie asked.

“Just with Gerry. That’s ok but it was much better doing it to someone who isn’t my brother.”

“Well, it was awesome! I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.”

“Good. I’m glad you liked it.”

Max was done and was lying down again, his erection standing straight up begging for attention. “Can I do you?” Charlie asked.

“Yes, silly! That’s the idea. Just do what feels good to you.” Charlie tentatively took Max’s erection in hand. It felt different from his own. It felt good, too. Max was cut which made stroking feel different but it wasn’t difficult for Charlie to figure out what to do. Max also was pretty desperate and it was quick work to get him to shoot. He arched his back and let go, shooting up to his shoulders.

“Wow!” said Charlie. “That was impressive.” He grabbed the towel and went to work on Max.

“You did a great job, man,” Max replied. Charlie finished cleaning Max. “We presentable?” Max asked with a laugh.

“I guess as much as we’re going to be.” Each had some sticky residue but they didn’t think they should take the time to shower now. Fran could see the evidence when the boys entered the kitchen and was quite pleased to see it.

“Sleep well?” she asked. They said yes. “Breakfast is ready. Eat up and then you both need a shower.” They both blushed slightly knowing she’d seen the evidence of their ejaculations. When breakfast was done Fran said “I’ll take care of the dishes so you can shower. It’s big enough for two,” she added, embarrassing the boys again.

In the bathroom Charlie asked “do you shower with your brothers? Have you done it with anyone else?”

“I’ve showered with both of my brothers. No big deal. We don’t very often but a few times we’ve needed to save time and Mom has said two of us had to get in together. It’s not big enough for three.” They laughed at that image. Charlie adjusted the shower and with no further discussion both got in under the water. As they showered nothing more was said, the boys just naturally washed each other, getting hard again.

Shower done, they got out and did other grooming but refrained from masturbating. Nothing had been said about permission to do it again. They’d rather do it in Charlie’s bedroom anyhow. Fran appeared at the bathroom door. “Good, you’re all clean. Max’s mom will be here soon to collect him. It’s been very nice having you here, Max. You are always welcome. I’m glad Charlie can have a friend who has some things in common.” She smiled.

“Thank you, ma’am. I’ve enjoyed my visit.”

“Good.” She smiled and took her leave. The boys took this information as permission to get dressed and were clothed when Max’s mother arrived. She showed a quick look of disappointment at not seeing naked boys but knew that she would someday. Soon. By now David had dressed, too. The women had a short visit then thank yous were made and the guests left.

“Max seems like a good kid,” Fran said when they were alone with David.

“He is,” replied Charlie. He hesitated a bit, then said “his family seems similar to ours in some ways. . .”

“Yes, dear, they are. That’s why I wanted you two to meet. Would you like to see him again?”

“Yes, I would.” Both Fran and David looked happy about that.

“Good. We’ll make sure you get together again. Now, I’ve got things to do today, you two have Saturday chores. Charlie, could you make lunch at one?”

“Yes.” He enjoyed fixing Saturday sandwiches for them and always was praised for his efforts.

Life went back to the usual routine, with the addition that Charlie now had a special friend who shared a life under Woman Power. Their adventures together were just beginning.