By Kahuntwm
Copyright 2023 by Kahuntwm, all rights reserved
* * * * *The Shaving of Mason, Ch. 2
By kahuntwm1588@outlook.com
CFNM, CMNM, OON, Incest, and Gay
For
the remainder of his fifteenth year, Mason was required by his mother,
my sister Eliza, to be shaved by me, his Auntie Jane. The first time
was so wonderful as I got to see and touch all the intimate areas of
his adonis-like body, including his delectable anus. Was Mason
embarrassed that I had seen and touched all that he had? Certainly. Did
he enjoy what I did to him? Apparently, since he came back for the
following sessions willingly.
For swimming purposes, Mason
probably needed to be shaved about once every three or four months. So
naturally, I insisted (with his mom’s permission) to do a clean up
every month. At some point between the second and third shaving
session, I learned that my sister Eliza was envious that I got to check
out her son’s naked body and she could not.
“Why not?” I asked
her. “He is your son. Isn’t it your responsibility to make sure that
his body is smooth enough to excel in swimming meets?”
“I
suppose, but if I help you, he may just decide he doesn't need any more
shaving. I mean, we can’t force him to submit to the razor.”
“No, we can’t,” I replied. “As embarrassed as he is when I see him
naked, he does consent simply by showing up and stripping down. I
believe that he would be willing to do the same for you. I mean, how
worse can it be than me seeing him naked as opposed to you.”
Eliza decided it was worth a try and the prospect of seeing the
embarrassment of Mason, when he discovers his mom was seeing him naked,
was worth the risk. I just feared that once Mason knew his mom was in
the room, he would just shut down the whole operation. Silly me.
So Mason came over to my house for the fourth session. All my daughters
were out for the morning (Chloe, 16, Leah, 15, and Skylar, 12) with
their cousins, Mason’s siblings (Jack, 17, Doris, 16, and Lois, 11), so
Mason quickly disrobed, got on the massage table, and covered his
middle with a towel. He closed his eyes so when he heard me come in, he
did not know that I was not alone.
“All set, Mason?” I asked.
“Yes, aunt Jane,” the boy replied.
“I am going to remove the towel, okay?” I asked.
“I guess,” Mason mumbled.
I looked over at my sister who was still taken in that her fifteen year
old son was lying on the table with just a small towel covering his
privates. I must admit - it was a beautiful sight. So I slowly removed
the towel and Eliza was wide eyed as she saw her son’s penis and
testicles for the first time since he was about six years old. She
quietly walked over and leaned over to get a very close look at her
boy’s secret treasure. Although his eyes were still closed, I think
Mason was sensing that someone else besides me was in the room.
“Mason, you are so cute,” Eliza said to her son.
Mason’s eyes opened and his hands went immediately to his crotch. “Mom! What are you doing here?”
“Sweetie, I am here to help your aunt take care of you,” she said,
leaning over to kiss his cheek, which was now a blushing red. ‘Now,
let’s get your hands out of the way.” Eliza took her son’s hands and
moved them to his side and then rested her hand on Mason’s cock and
balls. “So soft, so cute,” she said.
Mason’s embarrassment was
complete. Not only was his mom seeing him naked, she was resting her
hand on his soft cock and delicate balls. It didn’t take long for
Mason’s cock to grow to its full erected form. He could only lay there
and watch as his mom ran her forefinger over his penis crown and swept
up his precum. His eyes went wide when he saw her lick her finger.
“Ooh, that tastes so good,” she said, almost teasing her son. Mason
just groaned, still blushing, but most important, still lying on the
table, making no attempt to leave. So Edith and I went to work, shaving
the lad’s cute armpits, shaving his legs (faking it, really - there was
no hair there). While doing this, my sister and I kept talking about
family, jobs, and whatever, until we got to Mason’s balls.
“Emily,” I said, “do you want to shave your son’s balls?” We both smiled when Mason groaned.
“I would love to,” she said. “I’m sure he won’t mind if mommy shaves
his balls.” Of course, Mason did mind, but he could see that he was not
involved in this conversation. Only his balls were. And in truth, Mason
began enjoying how his senses felt as his mommy cradled his balls, then
stretched his scrotum, and shaved him. He jumped a little when he felt
his mom lift his balls up and applied shaving cream to his perineum.
She spent a few more seconds rubbing her son there than was needed. But
it sure felt good.
But Mason reacted more when he felt his
aunt and mom bring his knees up. He wasn’t sure he wanted mom to see
his asshole, but before he could say anything, Edith said it all.
“Oh, I can’t believe I can see your butt hole, Mason dear,” she said.
“Every part of you is cute.” And in the next five minutes, every part
of him, including the few pubic hairs he was sprouting, was shaved. But
his penis was still fully erect. And hurting.
“Jane,” Eliza said to me, “we can’t leave him like this, can we?”
“Yes, you can,” Mason meekly said.
“Oh, sweetie,” Eliza said, “I was talking to your aunt. This doesn’t concern you.”
I laughed out loud because, of course, it concerned him. But we didn’t
care. “Eliza,” I said to my sister, “Mason must be very uncomfortable.
I will hold his balls and you can stroke your son’s penis..”
The whole situation was uncomfortable for Mason. But having his mom
seeing him naked and commenting how cute he was had its effect. As
embarrassed as he was that his mom was here, his love for her was
strengthened by the fact that she wanted to touch him. And he was
secure in the fact his mom loved him, very, very much.
I
cupped my nephew’s balls and gently massaged them. His eyes turned to
mine and all I saw was love. When his mom took his cock in her hands,
he looked at her and then he was shocked, as, indeed, I was, when his
mommy leaned over and took her son’s penis into her mouth. It was a
fucking awesome moment. The boy’s body jerked when his mom sucked him
off and within seconds Mason filled her mouth with his precious semen.
It was the best drink mommy ever had.
When the swimming season
ended in April, so did the shaving of my nephew. It would resume in
July when swimming summer camps began and by then, Mason would have
some substantial pubic hairs that would have to go. I was sure that
Eliza and I could handle that project and we both looked forward to it.
But in late June, once school had ended for the year, Mason was slated
to spend a long weekend with his father.
A word about
Mason’s dad. Frank and Eliza divorced five years ago when Mason was
eight. Eliza and Frank still got along with each other and Frank was an
involved dad for Mason and his three sisters. But Frank paid special
attention to Mason because a son has a different relationship with his
dad than girls have with their dad. Especially when daddy is gay. Now
Mason knew dad was gay, but he was okay with that as he loved his daddy
regardless.
What happened on Mason’s weekend with his daddy
was not something I knew about at the time and obviously I wasn’t
there. So the following is in Mason’s words as he wrote down soon after
what he called ‘one of the most special weekends I ever experienced.”:
[As narrated by Mason]
Daddy had always been affectionate with me with lots of hugs and kisses
- as in ‘on the mouth’ kisses. Although I was now, at the time of my
visit with dad, thirteen, close to fourteen, I didn’t find the kisses
objectionable - and still don’t. What was important is that he was gay
and I was not, and he knew it. And he respected that I was very
straight. Still, what happened this weekend did happen and I didn’t
regret a second of it - then or now.
Daddy had a camp on Hunter’s Lake in the White Mountains area of New Hampshire.
The cabin was rather large and modern - five bedrooms, large common
room, great kitchen, three baths, winterized, large porch and deck, and
150’ of shore front with no near neighbors.
So dad and I
began ‘our weekend together’ by him picking me up Friday morning and us
driving for an hour to the cabin. During the drive, we had an intense
discussion.
“I have been looking forward to this weekend for some time,” dad began. “And I want it to be special.”
“So do I,” I said with a smile. “Swimming, fishing, maybe climbing a mountain - lots of things we can do.”
“You know how I love you?” dad asked.
I was surprised by this comment. Of course I knew how he loved me and
he knew how much I loved him. “Of course, I know,” I said cautiously.
“This weekend, would you do something for me, something very special?”
“Yes, of course,” I said, still wondering where this conversation was going.
“I would like you to spend the weekend in the nude,” dad said.
I paused for about fifteen seconds and then seeking clarification (did
I just hear what I think I heard?) I asked “You mean you want to see me
naked?”
“That is it,” dad said. “Now I know you are straight
and I assure you that I won’t be naked - the only one naked would be my
beloved son who, if he agrees, would be making this gay old man very
happy.”
Now dad wasn’t that old - he was forty-five - but he
was gay. And I wanted to make this weekend special for him. So without
thinking too much, I said, “Okay, I guess.” He pulled the car over and
leaned toward me, put his hand behind my neck, and kissed me on the
lips. I kissed him back. And we drove on.
When we arrived, we
lugged our suitcases and the three boxes of supplies (mainly food) into
the cabin. “Tell you what, son,” dad said, “I will set things up and
you go for a swim. You won’t need a bathing suit so just go on the
porch, strip down, and run to the lake. There is no one around so you
will have your privacy.”
I shrugged my shoulders and said ‘OK’
and went out on the porch, stripped down, and ran off and swam for ten
minutes. When I returned, my clothes on the porch had disappeared and
so naked as I could be, I walked in. When dad looked at me, he sported
a huge smile.
“Oh, my god, Mason” he exclaimed, “you are fucking beautiful.”
I am like anyone else - I love a compliment. “Thank you,” I said. He
came over, took my hand and walked me to the couch. We both sat down
and I was very conscious that he was really eyeing my privates.
“You know,” dad continued, “you were always a beautiful child and now
at age fifteen you are still a looker. Have the girls discovered you?”
he asked.
“As a matter of fact, they have and I have
discovered them,” I said, trying to act normally as if I wasn’t naked
sitting next to my dad. “I even have a girlfriend.”
“Anyone I know?” he asked.
“Elizabeth Bruton. She used to come to my birthday parties and…wait,” I
said. “You know her. Her father is one of your best friends.”
“I know,” he said laughing, “George told me that you and Elizabeth were
an item. I’m just teasing you, Mason. Tell me the truth - have you and
she done anything beyond kissing?”
“No,” I said, playfully
punching him in the arm. “We are only fifteen.” Now when I said this,
it was the truth as far as me and Elizabeth went. But I didn’t tell him
about Aunt Jane and mom shaving me all over. I now had some sexual
experience that I hadn’t had before. Now I was ready for more intimacy
with Elizabeth, but that hadn’t happened yet. Fortunately daddy changed
the subject.
“I see you have pubic hairs,” he said, resting his hand on my thigh. “I thought you shaved those off for swimming,”
“I did,” I said, lying a little as Aunt Jane and Mom did the actual
shaving, “but it is off season and I don’t need to shave and frankly, I
like having pubes.
“Ah,” he said, “you look good with them. Ever measure your cock?” he asked.
“No,” I said slowly. “What’s the point - my cock is what it is and it isn’t going to change.”
Dad leaned over and got a closer look at my cock. “Nice and thick and I
guess it is about two and a half to three inches long.” His hand was
resting quite close to my treasure and I felt like I was torturing him.
“Daddy,” I said softly, “you can touch, if you want.”
There was a long silence. I knew he wanted to, but he perhaps felt that
he should not. So I took his hand and rested it on my sex organ. I
closed my eyes - I couldn’t believe I did that. But if Aunt Jane and
mommy had touched my sex, why shouldn’t daddy?
I spread my
legs a little so that my balls hung low. I leaned my head back on the
couch and closed my eyes. I could feel his finger slowly running down
my cock from my pubes to my piss slit. It was rather electrifying. Then
I felt his fingers take my balls and move them around. Jesus, it felt
good. I would have gotten hard except he stopped. Perhaps he didn’t
want to push it too far? So soon?
“Thank you for that,” he
said, giving me another long kiss. With that, we went off to make the
beds. I had a twin bed in the small room I usually used when we all
came up here and dad helped with that and then I helped him with his
double bed in what passed as the master bedroom in this cabin. My cock
and balls swayed quite a bit during this job and dad didn’t seem to
miss any of the swings
And so the day continued. We swam (he
wore a suit and I didn’t), fished, did some minor repairs, and ate
supper at Common Man (both dressed). It was early to bed, each of us in
our own bed.
The day brought a surprise when, as we were
cleaning up after breakfast, Dad casually mentioned that his two close
friends, George (Elizabeth’s father) and Tom were coming up to camp. I
was somewhat surprised since this trip was supposed to be just father
and son.
“It is, and they will be here only for the
afternoon,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind because they usually come
here whenever I am here alone.”
“That is okay, I guess,” I said, “but I will have to wear some clothes.”
“About that,” dad said seriously. “You may not know this but both
George and Tom are bisexual and I thought that they would really enjoy
you as you walk around naked.”
“But George is Elizabeth’s father,” I said.
“So?” dad said. “She will never know unless you tell her and I am asking you not to do that.”
I wasn’t pleased about this but I wasn’t feeling I had a real choice. I
mean, I could just refuse but that would be very awkward, too. Besides,
why should I care? Given that mom, dad, and aunt Jane have all seen me
naked, why should I care about these two men? Both have known me
forever and I do like being the only one naked. You see?
Like
everyone else, I guess, I like being admired. And the afternoon turned
out rather well. When George and Tom arrived, I came out naked with dad
and both men smiled.
Looking down at my genitals, George
said “Aren’t you the pretty one - I am very impressed. Has my Elizabeth
seen your cock and balls?”
I blushed red at that one and said truthfully, “No.”
George then hugged me and patted me on my ass, and Tom repeated it. And
then, as if everything was normal (i.e. everyone clothed) we went about
our business. The men changed into their bathing suits and we played
volleyball, me and dad against Tom and George. All three men stared at
my balls flopping around and my cock pointing this way and that. At one
point, when I missed an easy shot, they told me to do five jumping
jacks. They laughed and cheered as I did the jumping and when I
finished, blushing a bright red, dad came over to me and cupped my cock
and balls.
“Dad…” I said…
“I am just being your jockstrap,” he joked, eliciting laughs from Tom and George.
Then we all went swimming but both George and Tom put on goggles, to
protect their eyes, they said. But the water was clear and they would
have had a very sharp view of my body. I pretended I didn’t realize
what they were doing and I gave them a real show. I spread my legs so
that they could see everything, including my asshole which I could see
got them really excited. When dad and I got out of the water, those two
stayed in the water, presumably to let the cold water shrink their
cocks.
After they left, Dad and I sat down on the chairs on
the porch and quietly admired the scenery - the lake surrounded by
mountains - superb.
“Thank you for being such a good sport,” dad said to me.
“Well, they seem to enjoy it,” I said. “I like them - always have - so I am content.
“What I think is funny is that when you are with Elizabeth’s family, you will know that her father is looking at you as naked.”
“Jeeze,” I said, “you are right. I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Tonight,” dad said, “if you let me, I am going to reward you.”
I had forgotten what dad said about being rewarded when I went to bed.
When I was about to get into bed, Dad, in his pj’s, appeared at the
door and asked me to come with him. Still naked, I walked up to him and
he indicated the door to his room. I walked ahead of him cognizant that
he was admiring my ass. I stood by his bed.
“Mason, dear, I want you to sleep in my bed tonight. I will stay in my pajamas.”
I had questions but I couldn’t ask them. I simply got into his bed and
pulled the sheet over me. He turned off the lights (two nite lites
illuminated the room in dark shadows) and climbed in next to me. He
gave me a giant kiss which I returned. This time our tongues got
involved with the kiss. I kind of liked it but only because it was my
daddy kissing me.
“I love you, son,” he said quietly. “Turn on your side facing away from me.” Cautiously
I did so and soon I felt his pj’s against my back, my butt snug in his
stomach area. First he touched my face, running his finger across my
eyebrows and then my eyelids. He was gently rubbing my eyeballs,
something no no one had ever done for me. I was rather shocked at how
nice that felt. Then he ran his fingers across my lips and then stuck
his finger in my mouth. My daddy was caressing my face. I couldn’t
believe that he was doing this and I couldn’t believe how much I was
enjoying it.
Next he was playing with my nipples and he
smelled my armpits (glad I took a shower before bedtime). Then his hand
slipped down my chest to my stomach and then to my pubic hairs. I was
having trouble breathing. I was so tense and yet, so relaxed. Then he
held my penis in his hand.
“What a wonderful, soft penis you
have, my son,” he whispered. “You are my darling boy.” Dad then rubbed
my balls and the chills made me shiver.” “May I continue?” he asked.
“Please, daddy,” I answered.
“Do you like it when I rub your balls?” he asked.
“Yes, daddy,” I said, “I love it when you rub my balls.”
He gave my balls a gentle squeeze. rolled me on my back, and pulled the
sheet off. He leaned over and smothered his face right into my sex,
kissing it all over and then beginning to lick all my soft parts. He
then put my soft penis into his mouth and I groaned loudly.
He released my cock and asked again if I wanted him to continue.
“Yes,” I mumbled, “please suck my cock.”
“First, your balls,” he said. I know testicles are not as sensitive to
the touch as your cock but I was different, I guess. Knowing that my
balls were inside my daddy’s mouth gave me an overwhelming sensation of
ecstasy. Once he released my balls, he proceeded to my penis, by now
rock hard. He licked my crown and playfully tried to enter my pee slit.
By now I was quite loud in my groans and my body was jerky rather
violently.
He then stopped sucking me. “Jee,” I said, “don’t stop now,”
“No, no,” dad said, “much too soon. More pleasures to come.”
What could be more pleasurable than what he was doing? I soon found
out. He turned me a little to my side, facing away, and lifted my leg
up and behind his neck. I was shocked. My ass crack was split wide open
and my butt hole was on prominent display. Suddenly I felt very
embarrassed. And then I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt
daddy’s tongue lick my asshole. It was like electric shock waves went
through my body. It felt so good that I couldn’t stand it. How he kept
his tongue jarring at my entrance while I was jerking around I would
never know.
“Mason, dear,” dad said, “I am going to insert my finger into your rectum. Is that okay? If so, say so.”
“Daddy,” I said quietly, “please fuck my ass with your finger.”
Feeling his finger moved up and down my rectal canal overwhelmed me. It
felt good but I felt the pressure and that was not as good. The touch
was sensitive, but I knew that the real reason I liked his finger in my
butt was because it was his finger, my daddy’s finger, inside my body.
That was what made it special, not being finger fucked, but having my
daddy’s finger in my ass, touching me inside. His finger remained
there, slowly moving up and down, when he rolled me on my back and took
my penis in his mouth. I wasn’t long in cumming and through all my
groaning I didn’t warn him I was cumming. I think he wanted to drink my
semen as much as I wanted him to take my sperm in his mouth.
Since he swallowed all my cum there wasn’t anything to clean up.
Exhausted and exhilarated, I quickly fell asleep. The last thing I
remember was daddy holding me close, his hand on my balls, softly
singing me to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I was still in
his arms but facing him and his hand was inside my butt crack massaging
my asshole.
“I got to pee,” I said softly to dad. I got up and
he followed me into the bathroom. He held my penis as I urinated and
when finished, he cleaned my penis with a wipe. “Thank you,” I mumbled.
“You're welcome, sweetie,” he said. “Go take a swim.”
I walked out to the lake and took a long, cleansing swim. Still naked,
I walked back to the cabin where I found him on the porch drinking
coffee and giving me some hot chocolate. I sat next to him on the couch
and he casually placed a hand on my sex. I loved it when he did that. I
am a straight boy but I am lucky I have a gay dad.
I
remained naked the rest of the weekend. We fished, made repairs to the
cabin and the equipment, played board games, and watched movies. We
never left the area since that would have meant I would have been
dressed. And he never missed an opportunity to touch my sex parts and
my ass. Once when we were working, he suddenly stopped and asked me to
put my hands on a tree and spread my legs. He opened my ass crack and
fucked me with his tongue. My legs went weak at the feel of his tongue
licking my rectum. He then turned me around and sucked each of my
balls. Finally, he swallowed my penis and drank every drop of my
massive load. When I recovered, we went back to work without a word. In
fact, that whole time, neither of us spoke a word. We didn’t need to.
My body was his to do with as he wished and he never asked me to do
anything in return. His knowledge of the most intimate areas of my body
was complete and total.
He knew how I groaned when having an
orgasm, he knew how my face looked when I was ejaculating, he knew how
my body tensed up when exploding. He knew me more than anyone else. He
knew everything and devoured me in his ecstasy.
Now I felt that my embarrassment problems were over. Wrong again.
On Sunday morning, I went skinny dipping in the lake as usual and when
I got out I began the short walk to the cabin so I could dry myself. I
had taken two steps out of the water when I looked up and there was
Elizabeth. I could not fucking believe it. I quickly covered my
privates and just stared at her. It felt like time had frozen.
She smiled, a broad, winning smile, and said “This morning, dad drove
me to this cabin. He and your dad arranged it so I could spend the day
with you here. I hope you don’t mind.”
I didn’t mind that she was here but I was minding that I was naked.
“Mason,” she continued, “please remove your hands.”
I slowly moved my hands to my side and let my girlfriend see my sex
organ. She clearly liked what she saw. She walked over to me and gave
me a great hug. I could feel my cock and balls against her shorts as
she squeezed my butt cheeks. I felt the tingling feeling that usually
meant I was getting hard.
Daddy saw that too and he and George
interrupted us. “I’m sorry I surprised you with this but I felt it was
important for Elizabeth to see her boyfriend’s sex.” Nothing more was
said and I assumed I was to remain nude. So, accepting the reality of
the situation and still massively embarrassed, Elizabeth and I walked
to the cabin hand in hand. I remained the only one naked - until after
lunch.
I cornered my dad for a minute and asked him if I was going to get to see Elizabeth naked.
“Indeed, you may,” he said. We returned to the living room where
Elizabeth and her dad were sitting on the couch talking. “Did you speak
to Elizabeth?”
“Yes I did,” George said, leaning over to kiss his daughter on her cheek. “And she has agreed.”
I looked at Elizabeth and she shyly smiled back.
“Mason,” George said to me, “Elizabeth is very shy and I haven’t seen
her naked since she was a very young child. So, to be sure, I ask you,
Elizabeth, is it okay with you that I, your daddy, see you naked?” She
nodded her head ‘yes’.
My excitement at what was happening was
getting to me. It was so cool - I was going to see my girlfriend naked.
And what made it even more special, though, that it was her father who
stripped her. She stood there as her daddy slowly took her clothing
off. When he removed her bra, I gulped when I saw her breasts. They
weren’t huge but she was my age, thirteen going on fourteen. But in my
eyes, they were perfect.
But when her daddy pulled down her
panties, I groaned when I saw her shaved pussy. Seeing her vagina
caused me to lose control and my penis began to grow. And Elizabeth’s
eyes began to widen.
“Oh, my god,” she cried out, “have I done that to you?”
“Jesus, yes,” I said, almost croaking. I could hear Frank and dad
laughing at my shame and at her wonder. I noticed that Frank could not
take his eyes off his daughter’s nudity. He went over to her and gave
her a hug, touching her butt cheeks in the process. Dad came over and
gave me a hug, first adjusting my hard penis so it wasn’t poking him.
Dad and I sat on the couch and Frank brought his daughter to the couch.
There was room for the three of us and I sat in the middle. My cock was
pointing off and Elizabeth, never having seen a boy fully erect,
couldn’t take her eyes off my penis. And my cock was pulsating with
precum forming at the top. It was painful.
“Elizabeth,” dad said, “let us show you how you take care of a boyfriend.”
“Wait Frank,” George said. “Mason, could I have the pleasure?”
I was startled at this request. He was asking if he could masterbate me
while sitting on one side of me while his daughter sat on the other.
But before I could answer, dad got up and there was George sitting next
to me. He and I looked each other in the eye and then I felt his hand
on my cock. Frank also spread my legs apart.
“Elizabeth,
sweetie,” he said, “you may help by holding your boyfriend's balls.”
She didn’t need to be asked a second time. So there I was - my
girlfriend massaging my balls while her father jerked me off. It was
fucking fantastic.
My climax, when it came, was a massive
explosion. My cum landed all over my genitals and my stomach and chest.
As I laid back exhausted and as my cock began to shrink, I realized
that Elizabeth was no longer holding my balls. She was running her
fingers through my cum as was her father. Both of them even tasted some
of my cum.
Soon we all got up from the couch and daddy came
over to me and cleaned me up, right in front of Elizabeth. And he
whispered into my ear the words all sons want to hear from their daddys
- “I am so proud of you.”
Elizabeth and I spent the rest of
the afternoon naked as we could be, swimming and playing games. I did
get to touch her sweet pussy and her petite bosoms. Yes, I did get hard
again and this time, she stroked me to relief. Our fathers observed all
of this and that made things even more special.
What was
really sweet is that when I was using my fingers to check out the
inside of her vagina, George sat right next to us. I could tell that
Elizabeth loved the fact that her daddy was seeing the most intimate
parts of her body. She was so like me - we loved to be seen by our
parents.
The weekend ended, we got dressed, and soon headed for home. My days of being embarrassed were over. Or so I thought.
{End of Part 2} In the next chapter, Mason, thinking that nothing could
embarrass him any more, found out very differently. He had forgotten
his sisters, cousins and his teachers and Aunt Jane, his mom, and his
dad were going to expose him to all.