By Kahuntwm
Copyright 2023 by Kahuntwm, all rights reserved
* * * * *The Shaving of Mason, Ch. 1
By kahuntwm1588@outlook.com
Did
you ever fall in love with a younger family member? I am not ashamed to
admit that I did. My object of desire? My fifteen year old nephew
Mason. There! I admit it.
My name is Jane but all my nephews and
nieces called me ‘Auntie’ or ‘Auntie Jane’ And the most beautiful of
all my nephews and nieces (eleven altogether) is Mason and not only is
he as cute as can be, he genuinely is a very kind and nice person. Too
shy perhaps but still a lovely child.
His shyness was rather
pronounced so I was greatly surprised last year when my sister Eliza
told me that her son Mason was on the swim team at school. My heart
jumped for joy. I had three daughters by my late husband but no sons.
So I had always seen Mason as the son I never had. It helped that he
was always around because my sister’s family lived next door to us and
Mason was ‘best friends’ with my children: Chloe, age 16, Leah, 15, and
Skylar, 12.
Well, the thought of seeing Mason in one of those
tiny speedos made my juices flow. I had been trying to see him naked
ever since we moved next door which was when Mason was ten. But it
never happened. He was very careful keeping his body covered. Even at
swim meets, he always had a towel or robe around himself and one saw
him in his tiny speedo from a distance when he swam a lap. He kept the
towel wrapped around his midsection till just before he dived and had a
friend with a towel for him the second he got out of the water when he
finished swimming.
God, it was frustrating for me. My love and
my lust for him was overpowering me. I suggested nudist camps but Eliza
was uncomfortable with that. I tried to imagine just ‘happening upon
him’ as he was dressing but as he lived next door and not with us, that
opportunity never happened.
But at the beginning of the
swimming season in November, my opportunity finally presented itself.
Coach Elliott had a policy (as did most swim coaches) that the swimmers
should be devoid of body hairs (except for on top of the head) so that
they could glide faster through the water. I can’t imagine that body
hair would make much of a difference but what did I know? I will tell
you - what I do know is an opportunity when I see one.
My sister Katie had come over for coffee one Saturday morning with a problem. Mason was in a quandary.
“Mason has very little body hair that I can see. He certainly doesn’t have any hair on his chest.” she said.
“Well, he has light hair on his legs,” I hopefully pointed out, “and under his arms. Not a lot but still there.”
“The problem is that the coach said that body hair must be shaved including body parts we don’t see,” Eliza said.
“He must have pubic hair,” I said, getting damp just at the thought of
Mason having pubes. “I mean, he is well beyond puberty.”
“My problem is that I am his mother,” she said. “I can’t go and shave him.”
“Can’t Jack help him out?” I offered.
“I asked and he didn’t want anything to do with that,” my sister said.
“The two have become somewhat competitive and are not as close as they
were when younger.”
“Wait,” I said, “Mason doesn’t have to shave his privates. I mean the coach really cannot insist on that.”
“That is true but I don’t want him to be the odd man out. The team does
shower together after practices and meets. You know, get the chlorine
smell off.”
“Well, how can I help?” I asked her.
“Mason is very close to you as you are his most favorite aunt. He is
very comfortable with you and seems much less shy around you than he is
with everyone else. You know - just help him with the shaving - not his
private area - but his legs and so on.”
My heart jumped and I
thought I was having a heart attack. Would I help? Damn right I would.
But I did not want to appear too eager so I beat around the bush and
expressed my reluctance. Then Eliza agreed that it would be too awkward
both for him and me. I had to switch gears.
“Eliza,” I said,
“I will at least try. He can always say ‘no’. And if he is wearing
shorts or a regular bathing suit, he will know that I won’t be seeing
anything that I haven’t already seen whenever we have seen him swimming
when our families get together.”
“Now,” Eliza cautioned,
“Mason can shave his own pubes - it can’t be that hard for him. Just
give him the razor, the shaving cream, and leave the room.”
Good idea, I thought. Of course, no way I would do that. After all,
what kind of aunty would I be if I did not do a thorough and complete
job of preparing my sweet nephew for competitive swimming.
So we decided that I would attempt the shaving the next Saturday. Katie
would take her daughters, Doris (age 16) and Lois (11), and Jack (17)
with my three daughters to the mall for the morning and lunch. Mason
never liked going to the mall with just his cousins and sisters and
begged out. Eliza told him okay but he would have to come over to my
house ostensibly to help me out with some chores.
Did I feel
guilty when I planned to get my nephew naked, shave him, and explore
his body? Absolutely not. Love and lust always will win out. Besides,
we aren’t talking about incest here. This would be strictly CFNM
(clothed female, nude male) and OON (only one naked). Should I feel bad
since he is so shy? No - he needs to get over being overly shy. This
would be good for him. Should I feel bad because I was going to
massively embarrass my fifteen-year-old nephew? When did embarrassment
ever hurt a teenage boy? Really, this actually will be healthy for him.
Mason was not an arrogant teen, but a little humility never hurt anyone.
My nephew showed up at my doorstep that Saturday morning right after
Eliza took the five girls and Jack off to the mall. I gave him a hug
and could smell the shampoo on him. Good, he had just taken a shower.
We walked into the living room when he saw the couch with a plastic
covering over it.
“Auntie,” Mason said, “am I painting something today?”
“No, sweetie,” I said, “that covering is to protect the couch from any water getting on it.”
“Water?” he asked incredulously. “How would we get the couch wet?”
“Well, Mason, dear,” I said as I sat him down on a chair. “You aren’t over here to help me but you are here so I can help you.”
“I wasn’t aware that I needed help,” he said.
“Couch Elliot and the shaving requirement?” I subtly reminded him.
“Oh, that,” he said. “That whole thing is rather dumb. I hardly think
little body hairs on the legs or arms would slow down any swimmer. I
mean, really?”
“I tend to agree to that but he is the coach and I am sure all the other boys will get shaved.”
“I guess,” he said. “But the plastic? I mean, I will shave before the
next practice with dad’s electric shaver. I won’t be shaving here.”
“No, you won’t,” I said softly with my arm around his shoulder. “I will be shaving you here.”
“You will, auntie?” Mason said with eyes wide in surprise. “What do you mean.?”
“You mom and I thought it would be better if you shaved with a razor
and shaving cream. And razor blades are very sharp and you could easily
cut yourself if you tried to shave by yourself. I mean, how do you
shave the back of your legs or your shoulders?”
“Well, I hadn’t thought of that,” Mason said. “Actually, I didn’t think I had any hair there.”
“Well, you do, sweetie. It may be peach fuzz but it is there, and your
mom and I thought you would…well, you would let me help you. You know
how fond of you I am and we thought you might let me help you. I am,
afterall, your favorite aunt.” I got up, and taking his arm, I pulled
him up. I gave him a big hug which he, with just a little hesitation,
returned.
I walked him over to the plastic covered couch. “I
am going to the bathroom and fill the water basin and get the shaving
material. I want you to strip down and get comfortable on the couch.”
“Strip down?” he asked in surprise.
“Yes,” I replied. “Can’t shave what is covered by clothing. Keep your
boxers on, but everything else, take off.” Before he could say
anything, I quickly left the room. As I filled the basin with warm
water, I wondered what I would see when I returned to the living room.
Would he still be dressed? Would he still be even there? I should not
have worried. When I returned, there he was, sitting on the couch,
wearing nothing but his boxers. Everything else on his body was exposed
(except the one area that I really wanted to see). God, he was
beautiful. Perfect petite nipples, shoulders and chest taut with
muscles developed while swimming, a hard stomach and chest with the
suggestion of abs, and smooth flowing legs sweeping down to his feet
and very straight toes. Quite a sight. He certainly got my juices
warming up.
So I began and to put him at ease, I kept a
conversation going. We talked about school, his friends, his teachers,
his hope for the swim season, and although he was only 15, the colleges
he might like to attend.
I stood him up and began on his
shoulders and back. He was right - no hair there. So I used the
electric razor so he would think he must have some hair there. While I
did that, I looked at his butt, now covered with his boxers. I tried to
imagine what his ass looked like and looked carefully to see if I could
see the beginning of his crack, but, alas, no.
“There,” I said
when I finished with his back, “all set there. Why don’t you sit down.”
I then worked on his chest with the electric shaver until I got down to
his belly. “Why, you seem to have a light hair path going downward,” I
said.
“Yea, I noticed that,” Mason said. “It just began growing there a couple of weeks ago. I will get that later,”
“Okay, I said. I proceeded to shave his legs, still using the electric
shaver. Now, all I had left was the hair under his arms and his
privates. Mason seemed relaxed under my ministrations but my heart was
beating with anticipation seeing my nephew completely naked. Would he
allow this to happen? I had to be careful here.
“Sweetie,” I said. “I am now going to shave your armpits and I will need to use the razor for that. You okay with that?”
Mason looked surprised but after some hesitation, he said quietly “I am okay with that if you are.”
Without a word, I raised his hands and arms over his head and his cute
armpits revealed themselves to me. I applied the shaving cream and he
giggled a little when I did so. I laughed with him and said “Someday,
you and I will have a tickling contest.”
“I don’t know exactly what that means,” Mason said, “but I bet I would probably lose.”
“I’m just teasing you,” I said as I shaved the hair off his armpits.
With or without the hair, his armpits were delightful to look at. He
looked so innocent as I used a towel to clean the rest of the shaving
cream off.
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I asked.
“Not at all,” he said with a smile.
“Question,” I said. “You know I love you, don’t you?”
“Sure,” Mason replied, “and I love you too, aunty.”
“Now, love implies trust,” I said. “I mean I trust you with my secrets,
for instance, and if you asked me to do something, I would do it
whether I knew why or not?”
“That makes sense, sort of,” he said with a quizzical look on his face.
“Well, I need to shave that light hair from your bellybutton downward,”
I said. As I was talking, I applied the shaving cream to the area,
right down to the top of his boxers. I could feel his body tighten up
as I got close to his precious manhood. Now is the time to strike.
“Mason,” I said quietly and tenderly, “I have loved you since you were
just a wee baby and I don’t think there should be any secrets between
us. I am going to shave you all over so that, except for the top of
your head, you will have no body hair, just like all the other
swimmers. So, I am going to remove your boxes.”
“What?” he
said. It wasn’t a loud ‘what?’ but a quiet one. An exclamation of
confusion rather than of panic. “Auntie, I would be naked,” he said.
“Of course,” I said as if it was a normal state of affairs. “Remember the word ‘trust’?”
“Yes…but…” he said.
Before he could finish, I said “No buts about it. I am your auntie and
there is no reason why I shouldn’t see your privates. So why don’t you
raise your butt up a little and let me slide your boxes down. I began
to grab the elastic top of his boxers and without any problem, I slid
it down and off his body.
I looked down on my naked nephew.
He had raised his hands to cover his eyes in embarrassment. This act
gave me time to study my nephew’s penis and his testicles. I guessed
that his penis, in its flaccid state, was a good three inches. He was
circumcised and I focused on his cute pee slit at the top of his cock.
His furry scrotum held his two balls, hanging low and looking very
large. My cute nephew was well endowed. This was going to be fun.
I applied the shaving cream to his pubic hair resting at the top of his
package. Mason kept his eyes closed as I shave all the hair from his
belly to the top of his penis.
Now came the magic moment. I was
going to touch my nephew’s most intimate parts. I lifted his balls up
and stretched his sack very taut and applied the shaving cream. “Mason,
dear,” I said. “Why don’t you take your hands down and watch while I
shave your balls.”
The dear lad followed instructions and
looked my right in the eye. I took the razor and soon made his scrotum
as smooth as a baby’s ass. He looked down while I was doing this,
watching the razor flow over his scrotum. I loved his trust. I loved
that he just let me shave his manhood.
Then I heard him
groan. I looked at his face and he seemed mortified. I saw why. My cute
nephew was getting a hard-on. “It is okay, sweetie, I said. “You need
to get hard so I can safely shave your cock.”
There was no
hair on his penis - he knew it and I knew it. But now, in his agitated
state, he wanted me to shave his cock as much as I wanted to shave it.
I applied the shaving cream and gave him two gentle strokes. Then I
stopped. I still had one more area to shave.
“Sweetie,” I
said, “I need to shave your butt so why don’t you turn over.” He looked
at me. Was he sorry I stopped stroking his cock? Was he worried I was
going to see his ass? I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead and
whispered to him “I want to see every inch of your body, honey.”
So he laid down on the couch and I just stood and admired his soft ass
cheeks. I turned him a little on his side and raised one leg up. I
spread his cheeks just a little and I could feel his body tighten up
again. When he realized that I was staring at his butt hole, he covered
his eyes again. Whenever he was embarrassed, I discovered, he just
covered his eyes.
Now I was seeing the most intimate and
hidden part of Mason’s body. I was guessing that I was looking at a
part of him that no one had seen since he was a baby. It was free of
any body hair - a small orifice with just the hint of anal membranes
surrounding it. I didn’t need to shave it. But I was going to shave him
there anyway.
“Oh, this is so cute,” I said with delight. “I
am going to have to shave your asscrack, honey, so why don’t you sit up
with your back against the back of the couch.” He did so, a little
confused. How could I shave his butt if he was sitting? he seemed to
wonder. “Now, sweetie,” I said, “I need you to raise your knees up and
have your knees next to your head.”
“Really,” he said weakly. “Must I?”
“You must,” I said, kissing him on his cheek (the one on his face).
“Your auntie must see everything on your body - no secrets from me.
Remember?”
So Mason slowly complied and soon his ass cheeks
were spread as wide as possible and his crack and asshold were at my
mercy. I took shaving cream and spread it along his crack and then I
applied it to his anus, gently and slowly circling around his entrance.
He groaned loudly and profusely. I was in seventh heaven and he was
right with me. I took the razor and gently shaved him - interesting
concept given that there wasn’t any hair to shave off. But he didn’t
know that.
Then I toweled him off and said “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Hands still on his eyes, he said “I guess not.” I knew he probably was
thinking that the shave wasn’t the problem but that I had seen and
touched his asshole. It was time I rewarded him for suffering such
embarrassment.
I brought his legs down and pulled my chair up
between his legs and took a gentle hold of my nephew’s ample balls. He
began to close his eyes again and I asked him to keep his eyes open and
to watch.
“Your auntie,” I said, “who loves you so much, and
is going to stroke your hot cock and bring you some needed relief.”
Resigned to his fate, happily, I assumed, Mason watched as I stroked
his penis. “Let it all go,” I ordered. And so he did. My nephew jerked
his body and screamed out in delight and I vigorously stroked his
penis.
Soon I heard the magic words: “I’m coming, aunty.”
And indeed he did. I counted four massive spurts of his white semen as
it fell onto his chest. I guess fifteen year olds can store a lot of
cum in their balls. And when the last spurt came, suddenly his body
relaxed and the screaming stopped. The sudden quiet was startling in
relation to the noise of his orgasm. Mason was completely spent.
I cleaned him up as he just sat there. I turned him so he could lie
down on the couch and I sat on the couch with his left leg behind me
and his right leg on my lap. His nakedness was opened to me and I just
sat there looking at his penis, his balls, his perineum, and his
asshole. Everything was open to my view and it was beautiful.
I then reminded him that all this was our little secret. I rested my
hand on his sex and said that I would need to shave him once a week if
that was okay with him. Mason made it very clear that it was very okay
with him.
As he got up and went to take a shower, I thought of
how sinful this all was. Did I take advantage of a vibrant teenage boy?
Of course I did. Did the boy mind? Of course he didn’t. Would I sin
again. Of course I would and I did. And in a future chapter, you can
read about my sins. And how I found new ways to embarrass my nephew
Mason.
{End of Chapter 1)