Be Careful What You Ask For 8

By David

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I was admittedly a strange child, obsessed with odd little fantasies but too shy to tell anyone. During my adolescence I embarked on a series of secret adventures to satisfy my insatiable curiosity. Only when I got caught did I realize just how careful you have to be about what you ask for … it just might come true!

Part Eight – A Terrible Misunderstanding

Okay, so there I was, an eleven year old boy, completely and totally exhausted following a traumatizing nocturnal clandestine trek across town in naught but my birthday suit, locked out of the house with no key, no clothes, no way to get in and no chance of escape as my mom's car pulled into the driveway. Oh yeah, it was my mom’s, all right; I could tell from the headlights and the rattle of the engine as it shut off. A million horrible thoughts raced through my panicked brain, causing my knees to go weak with fear and my bladder to ache.

The car door opened and somehow I managed to slip off the side of the porch opposite the driveway and hide in the shadows without being seen – or peeing myself!

All I could think at that moment was how do I get myself in these stupid situations!!!???

At first it seemed as if I had only seconds to spare, but once I was in hiding things slowed way down to the point of agony. It took forever for my mom to get out of the car, make her way up the steps and open the front door. Then she lingered about for another couple of minutes before going inside. I couldn’t see why she was taking so long, but the anticipation was so painful I almost shouted at her to hurry up! That would have been really awkward, no doubt.

Squatting uncomfortably in the cold night air with my bare bottom resting against the damp grass, my feet squishing about in the wet soil, I was really frustrated as my mom loitered just inside the entrance and went through the ritual of hanging up her coat and purse or whatever. Adding to my worries was the possibility that she might lock the door behind her; if that happened, there would be no way into the house and I would be truly in trouble!

“David!” She finally called out as she always did when she entered the house. “Yoohoo! Daaaaaaa-viiiiiiid! It’s your mooooo-therrrrrr! I’m hoooo-ooooome!”

For an instant I didn’t know what to do. Then a sudden thrill hit me as I realized that her voice was so clear, it sounded as though she left the front door ajar. That meant I had a chance and maybe, just maybe, I could pull this off after all!

“Daviiiiiiiiid! I’m hoooooome! Where are you?”

I thought I saw my mom head upstairs. Thank goodness the lights were on and caught her attention, or else things might have been more difficult. I usually got yelled at for not switching off my bedroom light, but in this case it worked to my advantage. I guess Mom just figured I was reading or studying or whatever.

I only had a few seconds to act. I snuck back up the steps onto the porch and peeked through the window. My mom was nowhere to be seen; I was pretty sure she was still upstairs looking for me. My heart went pitter-patter in triple time as I approached the door. Thank goodness it was still open, but just barely. I was able to slip inside without any noise or raising an alarm.

I still didn't know what I was going to do, but at least I was in my own home. Now I just had to figure how to get to my room without getting caught by my mom.

When I heard footsteps coming down the stairs did I panic. I darted for the kitchen, changed my mind at the last minute – I mean, really, what was I going to do if Mom decided to get something to drink? – and so I headed for the basement instead.

My timing must have been really off because I barely made it to the bottom of the steps when I heard a voice calling from the top.

“David? Honey, is that you?”

I was about to run and hide behind the washing machine, but before I could make my move I caught a sidelong glance of my mom standing at the door. There was no use trying to escape. I stopped and turned around, eyes lowered, red-faced and legitimately caught.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

“Oh, uuuuuh … hi mom.” Frozen in place, I did the only thing I could think of, which was covering my privates with my hands. “Uuuummmm … soooo ... what's going on? Er … home so soon?” I asked with croak in my voice. It was the only thing I could think to say.

“Well, this is where I live. Is that all right?” Before I could reply my mom shook her head and stared at me; it felt as if she was looking right at my privates, which made me feel really uncomfortable.

“Do me a favor, David. Please do not touch yourself with your hands like that, all right? It’s nasty and you need to wash them before you touch anything else. Nobody wants to touch something little boys have touched with nasty hands.”

I gave a sigh and reluctantly dropped my hands to my side. A familiar flush of heat rushed to my face as I heard Mrs. Taylor’s voice inside my head, laughing and whispering, “Didn’t your mother tell you that whenever you diddle your little bits your hands get all nasty? It’s just best not to touch yourself in front of the ladies!”

As I stood awkwardly before my mother I managed to shoot a glance down at my exposed privates and was both relieved and embarrassed to see my penis was still the smallest vestige of itself, the pink tip just visible between my chubby thighs; I was happy the stupid thing wasn’t sticking out – that would have been just awful in front of my mom! – but I was mortified at how stupid it looked when it was so little.

I heard a chuckle and I looked back at my mother.

“That’s much better. Now, my naked little monkey, I want to know, where are your clothes? What in the world are you doing in the basement with your bare butt showing?”

Judging by the smile on my mom’s face I must have presented a funny sight, standing at the bottom of the steps in my bare skin with my long blond hair all disheveled and a dumb look on my face.   There was a light in her eye and her lips were pulled back to show her white teeth in a happy expression of amusement.

“David, honey, I asked you a question. Why are you running around the house naked? Hmm? Hmmm?”

I struggled to find something intelligent to say.

“I … um, well, I … I got my clothes dirty and … er …,” I stammered. “I, um … I th-thought I’d … j-just bring them d-down here. You know … for the … the laundry.”

My mother blinked, then shook her head. “You brought your dirty laundry downstairs? Without being told? Well, that’s certainly new. Since when did you decide to become so considerate?”

I shrugged my bare shoulders. “I dunno. It just made sense … I guess.”

There was another chuckle. “It made sense, hmm? I don’t think so. You know what doesn’t make sense? My shy little monkey running around the house in his bare skin. That doesn't make any sense to me at all. David Allen Cartwright, you won’t come out of your room unless you’re all buttoned up and zipped up tight. Now all of a sudden you’re running around like a little naked monkey? What’s up with this unexpected change of heart?”

My mom’s voice was teasing and playful; it was also soaked in skepticism. Using my full name added just enough gravitas to let me know she was more than a little serious. I shrugged again and tried to be as nonchalant as I could in my nakedness.

“I … er … I dunno. I guess … well, I figured it didn’t really … matter, I guess. I mean, there wasn’t anybody here to see me.”

My mother raised an eyebrow, which set my heart racing. “Are you sure about that? You're acting awful funny. Are you sure there isn't something you should be telling me?”

“Um, no Mom! I didn't do anything wrong, I promise!” I bit my lip, paused, then shrugged my naked shoulders. “I mean it! I'm not lying, I promise!”

“Well, as long as you're not lying.” My mother grinned. “Soooo, you didn’t do anything wrong, hmm?”

“I didn't, Mom! I promise! Okay?” I know, I know, I was digging myself into a hole, but I was in such a panic I couldn’t shut up. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”

There was that skeptical eyebrow again. I knew I’d overreacted, but at least my mom was nice enough to not start yelling. Not yet, at least.

“Sometimes I just don’t know about you, David. One minute you’re skittish as a kitten, the next I catch you running about like a naked little monkey. Just like when you were a toddler and we used to take you to the beach.”

“MOM!!!” That was what, the third or fourth time she’d called me a “naked monkey”? She used to call me that all the time when I was a little kid and my cousins used to chase me around barefooted and bare bottomed. Hearing it now was embarrassing and irritating.

“Please, Mom … th-that was completely different ... and ... and a long t-time ago. I’m n-not a little … k-kid … anymore! And stop laughing at me! It ... it’s not funny!”

“Oh, don’t be so serious, silly boy! Of course it’s funny. You should see the look on your face right now. You’re hilarious! And you’ll always be my little monkey, naked or not. Now, come on upstairs before you catch a cold or whatever.”

I did as I was told, trudging up the steps in my bare feet under my mother’s watchful eye. She didn’t bother moving out of the way, but instead prompted me to go along past her. The bare skin of my hips and bottom rubbed against the dress she wore; the tip of my penis touched it, too, which made me feel kinda weird.

“Well, I guess I better go on up to my room ….”

Before I say another word, my mom grabbed my wrist and forcefully drug me into the kitchen. I looked longingly toward the hallway that led to the safety of my room upstairs.

“Don’t run off just yet,” she sang brightly. “You’re not in such a hurry you can’t take a few minutes to talk with your dear old mother, are you?”

I squirmed where I stood and shrugged. “I … um, I don’t guess so.”

I felt so helpless, like I was on display in the middle of the kitchen. My mom took a seat at the table and stared at me for a minute or so without saying a single word. A sense of déjà vu swept over me as I thought about how I’d been in a similar situation at Mrs. Taylor’s only a couple of hours earlier; I remembered the mixed feelings I had while being stared at by such a beautiful woman. I closed my eyes in shame as I wondered what my mother would have thought if she knew about my bizarre encounter with her lady friend!

There was another feminine chuckle. I noticed my mom was staring at me very oddly, her eyes locked in down between my legs. I had a bad feeling about that; sure enough, when I glanced down I saw my penis sticking straight out! What the heck? Just a few seconds ago it was drawn up into a little button, hiding at the juncture between my thighs like a frightened mouse; but now it was wide awake and proudly sticking out on display!

Holy crap! Apparently my thinking about Mrs. Taylor triggered some sort of weird feeling deep inside me, giving me a full blown erection in front of my mother!

“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that,” Mom said with an amused smirk. “Somebody is having a good time, it seems. And here I thought you were so bashful.”

Oh gosh! Oh gosh oh gosh ohgoshohgoshohgoshohgoshohgosh ….

Needless to say, I didn’t like this development very much. I’d never – not EVER!!! – had a hardon in front of my mom!   Not even when she used to barge in on me and catch me naked in the bathroom or my bedroom. If I had I probably would have died right there on the spot!

Okay, yeah, so I did have one in front of Mrs. Taylor. Maybe a couple, I guess, but that was completely different. That was all her fault, right? She was just weird older lady who made me feel funny. But I never did this in front of my mom! I could never do that in front of her. NEVER!

At least, I never thought I would. Until now … for some weird reason. And so there I was, standing in the middle of the kitchen, with my wiener sticking straight out, bobbing and wagging about like a happy puppy dog's tail. And my mom staring at me with a really goofy grin on her face.

Honestly, this was one of the most embarrassing things I could ever imagine happening to me. No boy at any age wants to have an erection in front of his mother. Not ever! That was just wrong, not to mention creepy. Which was how I felt when I looked up at the silly grin on my mom's face.

I started to cover my shame with my hands, but Mom yelled at me almost immediately.

“David Allen Cartwright! Don’t you dare touch yourself down there! What did I tell you about being nasty!”

I didn’t know what else to do but put my hands down by my side and apologize for my involuntary rudeness.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” I mumbled. “It just does that sometimes.”

Despite yelling at me, my mother seemed more delighted than angry. She waved off my indecency as if it was something that she was used to and went back to grinning at me.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, sweetie. You’re a little boy and these things happen to boys. Usually not in front of their mothers, of course, but we can overlook that. For now.”

She giggled, then cleared her throat. “Just don’t be touching it when it’s like that. Who knows what might happen if you do. It might go off on you and that would be really embarrassing, wouldn't you think?”

I put my hands over my ears in disgust. "Ew, Mom! Please, don't say things like that!"

There was that weird laugh again. "Hey, I'm not the one who messes the bed all the time. You need to learn some self control there, my naked little monkey!"

"Mom! Please stop talking!" I cried.

I was practically in shock to hear my mom say these things. What made the situation worse was how she passed it all off as a joke. I wondered if other moms said stuff like that to their kids.

There was another uncomfortable silence. I glanced up to see my mother’s eyes locked in on my erection, a sly smile curling her red lips. I pressed my knees together in a vain attempt to force my penis to behave, but it was too late; if anything, my plump thighs just forced the offending appendage to rise even higher, the pink tip shining bright in the glare of the kitchen lights.

The room was awkwardly quiet for the longest time. I prayed for the phone to ring or an earthquake or a meteor to hit the house, anything to end the silence. I was startled when my mom finally spoke up. Thank goodness. Maybe the conversation would distract me and my stupid wiener would finally calm down and go back to its hiding place.

“So, how was your evening with Mrs. Taylor? Isn’t she nice? Did you have a good time? Were you a good boy? Did you get your money? Tell me all about what happened between you two.”

I shuffled in my bare feet, my arms clutched across my chest. My mind whirled with confusion as I tried to understand that my mom wanted to talk about such mundane, ordinary stuff while I stood in front of her with no clothes on … and my wiener sticking out?

“I … Mom, can’t we talk about this later? I’m still nak- … I mean, I don’t have any clothes on.”

“Oh, pshaw! Don’t be such a prude. You don't have anything I havent seen. And it's just the two of us, so it's not like we're about to have company. It won’t hurt you to chit chat for a minute or two before you go to bed. Fetch us something to drink and let’s trade some gossip!”

I started to protest, but there was something about my mom’s attitude that stopped me. Her eyes seemed to glow with some mysterious knowledge, as if she could read my mind. I decided to do as I was told in hopes that would dampen her suspicions, whatever they may have been.

“I know it’s late, David, but you can have a soft drink if you like. It’s Friday night, so it won’t hurt you.” Mom winked at me. “Why the frowny frown? I’d have thought you’d be happy to stay up late and get a soft drink. Can’t you give your ugly old mom a little happy face?”

I nodded and felt a weak, uninspired smile form on my lips. It was weird walking around the kitchen in front of my mom with my penis almost sticking straight up. I felt dirty, excited, scared and ashamed, all at the same time. I wished I could just pull the darned thing off and hide it somewhere, but that wasn’t going to happen. I was just going to have to play it all off as if nothing was wrong. That was not going to be easy.

As I got our drinks from the refrigerator I noticed the time on the clock. Mom was right about it being late; it was after eleven o’clock! I couldn’t believe it! It was ten when I left Mrs. Taylor’s home. It usually only took about ten minutes to walk that distance, fifteen at the most, but I guess between all the sneaking around and being barefoot had slowed me down. Plus, being hijacked by my new friend, Jackie, and drug off to nearly get caught by her hyperactive little sisters probably had something to do with it, too.

It had been one crazy night, that’s for sure!

“David? Hello? Are you still with me, honey?”

I blinked, then looked up to see my mom smiling at me.

“Would you open our drinks, please, and pour them into glasses? You know how I feel about drinking out of the can.” She nodded at me in a playful, almost too sweet manner. “Get some ice while you’re at it, and then have a seat on the bar stool and tell me all about your visit with Mrs. Taylor.”

I felt so exposed, so weirdly open, as I performed those mundane little tasks while naked in front of my mother; it was as if all of my secrets were at risk of discovery. What she said earlier was true, how I rarely came out of my room without my shirts buttoned up and my pants zipped, modest as a nun. Behind closed doors was another story, of course; I would doff my clothes at every opportunity if I thought I wouldn't get caught. The problem was that Mom had caught me without my clothes more than a few times, usually in the bathroom and bedroom, either sitting on the toilet or simply standing and looking at myself in the mirror. Each time was as embarrassing for me as it was entertaining for her. I often suspected that she knew what I was really doing, but I preferred to not think too much about it for fear of coming to some unsettling truth.

Speaking of an unsettling truth, it suddenly occurred to me that my father was nowhere to be seen. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me sitting in the kitchen talking to Mom in my birthday suit.

“Um, Mom? Where’s Dad?” I asked warily.

My mother sighed. “Working late again. As usual. He won’t be home until after midnight. Then he’s getting up early tomorrow morning to catch a flight.” A sly smile curled her lip. “Maybe if you’re lucky he’ll get to see you before you go to bed.”

My reaction must have been funny because it evoked a giggle. The last thing I wanted was for my dad to see me like this. I figured Mom knew that and thought it was funny.

To control my nervousness I focused on preparing the drinks, setting one on the table for my mother and putting the other on the countertop for myself.

Following her orders, I hopped up on the barstool and tried to make myself comfortable, not exactly an easy task with no pants or underwear; the wooden seat kept sticking to my bare skin, which made getting into position nearly impossible. My stupid erection, still standing as stiff and proud as ever, was impossible to hide. I tried a variety of positions, but none of them did a bit of good. Mom openly laughed at my efforts, which didn’t help matters. I finally gave up trying to maintain any sense of modesty and made the best of the situation by sitting on the stool as I normally did; the problem with that was that it caused my legs spread slightly apart, leaving my little balls exposed to view as well as my stupid erection.

“Isn’t this cozy,” my mother cooed as she sipped her drink.

Despite the ridiculousness of my predicament the conversation that followed went surprisingly well, aside from my mom’s eyes occasionally lingering over my exposed privates. She repeated her questions and added a ton of others, and I pretty much told the truth, omitting all of the ugly parts, of course. I even described how Mrs. Taylor made me demonstrate the chores I did for her and how I helped fix dinner, which was Mom thought was funny; I just didn’t bother saying that I did it all naked under my hostess’ watchful eye.

It got a little awkward when Mom asked what movie we watched and what kind of games we played. I fudged a little and told her the movie was just some boring dance thing that Mrs. Taylor enjoyed but I didn’t understand. As far as the games, I just said I played with the cat while my hostess watched. That seemed to satisfy my mother’s curiosity, or at least for the moment.

“Well, I am really happy. You should be proud of yourself. Elizabeth isn’t easy to impress. She normally doesn't like children, but you must have impressed her because she's taken quite an interest in you. Which is nice as she is a very important lady." Mom gave me a little wink. "Her husband owns several big companies and makes a lot of money. They spend a lot of it on local charities and I understand she’s quite the art collector.”

I nodded, my mind suddenly filled with images of the wonderful naked statues scattered about my new employer's mysterious garden.

“Yeah, well, she does have a lot of paintings and statues and stuff," I said in an as-a-matter-of-fact manner as I could muster. "Some of it’s from Europe ... I think.”

Mom sat quietly, rubbing her finger around the rim of her glass and just staring at me for the longest time.

“She’s quite generous, too, or so I hear. How much money did she give you for taking care of the house?”

Despite my nudity I couldn’t help but grin at my mother’s question. I was so eager to tell her how much I got paid I spoke before I thought, which was a constant problem I had back in those days as a young boy.

“You’re not going to believe it, Mom! It was so much! She gave me a check for ….”

I suddenly froze as I realized where the conversation was taking me. The money! Geeeeez … the stupid money! It was in my pants pocket … hidden somewhere back at Mrs. Taylor’s house! Along with my key to the house and my pants and my shirt and my shoes and my socks … and my stupid underwear ….

How in the world was I going to explain this????

Holy CRAP!!!!

"So?" Mom nodded. "She gave you a check for ...?"

My attitude quickly went from proud to humble as I stammered through the conversation.

“Um, yeah, it was … it was a l-lot m-more … th-than I … you know, expected,” I mumbled. I told my mom how much Mrs. Taylor had given me and she smiled.

“That’s quite a nice payday. It sounds like you made a good impression. Like I said before, you should be proud of yourself.”

My mom then gave a very mischievous smile and spoke to me in that way that all mothers do when they already know the answer to something you don’t.

“David, tell me something, honey,” she said in a very coy tone of voice. “Do you know where your money is? At this very minute, I mean.”

I pretended to think for a second or two, then I shrugged. I didn’t want to lie to her any more than I already had, but I didn’t know quite what to say.

“Well, I guess it’s … um … ah ….” I paused, then just shut my mouth, which was probably the best thing I could have done.

My mom grinned at my foolishness. “I know where it is. Would you like to know?”

Eyes wide with fear, I could feel my gut ache. This didn’t sound good at all. Pressing my legs together and clutching my chest tightly, I first shook, then nodded my head.

“Um, sure, I guess so ….” I mumbled.

"Silly boy ... don't be embarrassed. I know all about what happened."

I felt my whole body tense up with panic. A huge knot formed in my throat, strangling me with fear.

"You know ...? What happened ...?" I croaked.

Mom laughed at my weirdness.

“Of course I do! I'm your mother. You can't hide anything from your mother."

I braced myself for yhe inevitable. This was going to be bad. Really, really bad.

"It’s still at Mrs. Taylor’s house, you silly boy! I bet you didn’t know that, did you? You ran off and left it on her coffee table, you goofy thing! You silly boy … you silly, silly little boy!”

I shook my head, then nodded. I was relieved to find that I’d chosen correctly by not lying. Better to say nothing than get in trouble for saying the wrong thing.

My mother laughed. “What in the world is wrong with you, you silly thing? The look on your face is just precious! You look like you’re half scared to death! Were you afraid you’d get in trouble for losing your money? Is that it?”

“Yes … I g-g-guess s-so.” I frowned. “How … d-did you … know th-that … I forgot it?”

“How do you think? Mrs. Taylor told me.” Mom took a sip of her drink and smiled. “I hadn’t heard from you all evening, so around ten o’clock I called here to see if you’d gotten home all right. When you didn’t answer, I was worried, so I called Elizabeth. She said you’d left for home and I just missed you. We chit chatted a bit and that’s when she told me you left your money behind. Isn’t that funny?”

I forced a smile, following that up with a weak laugh. I wondered if my employer told my mom about anything else I’d left at her house ... like my clothes!

“Yeah, well ….”

“Silly boy. You’d lose your head if it wasn’t glued on.” Mom took another sip of her drink. “Well, not to worry. Your money is safe. We’ll go over there tomorrow and pick it up. And anything else you might have forgotten, too.”

I tried to conceal my panic as I thought about what my mother just said. “Anything else …?” That didn’t sound good. Not at all. Did she know? What all did Mrs. Taylor tell her? Was I in trouble? Was I about to get in trouble?

Holy crap!

We sat for another few minutes, me on my barstool patiently listening as my mom talked about how she met Mrs. Taylor a long time ago when they roomed together in a college sorority. Then she went on and on about how important it was to have important friends who could do important things for you. It was hard to focus, what with all I had on my mind. Not to mention how I was still in my bare skin with my wiener still sticking up for my mom to see.

This had to be the weirdest conversation I ever had in my life!

Around midnight Mom decided we’d talked enough and it was time to go to bed. I slipped off the stool and rinsed out the glasses and put them in the drain rack. My mother made sure I did a good job, standing over me the entire time, supervising every move I made. She even had me soap up a dishrag and wipe down the countertop and kitchen table so there wouldn’t be any stains from our glasses. Which weren’t there to begin with, not that it mattered. I began to wonder if she was doing this on purpose, you know, to keep me naked in the kitchen as long as she could.

Nah, that didn’t make any sense? Why in the world would she do something like that, I wondered.

I was about to put away the wash cloth when I was told to hold up.

"While you're at it, wipe down the barstool seat with that soapy rag," my mom said with a grin. "Just in case you have a dirty bottom."

My face turned red with shame, but I didn't say anything. I just did as I was told. I was getting pretty good at that.

I was about to head upstairs when mom told me to check the front door and make sure it was latched.

“You forgot to lock the deadbolt when you came in,” she said with a smug smirk. “Oh, and you might want to wash your feet before you go to bed. I don’t want you messing up my good sheets.”

My cheeks burned red hot and my mouth went dry and my stomach fell a thousand feet as I realized what my mother had just said. When I came in …? How did she know?

I looked down at my feet, which were spotted with dirt and mud. I lifted them up and saw the dirty soles, further proof that I’d been running around outside barefoot and bare bottomed.

Uh-oh!

I reluctantly looked up at my mom, who nodded toward the floor just inside the front door. There, clear as the guilt on my face, were the faint but distinct outlines of bare feet – all about my size, of course – tracking along the hardwood floor from the front door to the hallway and all the way down to the basement.

I tried to think of something to say, an explanation of any sort, but my throat seized up and I nearly strangled just trying to catch my breath. I could see my mom watching me with rapt interest, the same way Mrs. Taylor did when she made me climb up on the coffee table and dance that stupid ballerina dance. At that instant in time a tidal wave of guilt hit me; I was convinced my mother knew exactly what I’d been doing, everything I did and ever had done, no doubt, and the day of reckoning was upon me.

“You left footprints on the porch, too. I noticed that when I was unlocking the front door,” she said. I could feel her eyes on me as she gauged my reaction. “What happened, did you lock yourself out when you snuck outside for your little adventure?”

Helpless and tongue-tied, I stood dumbly before my mom, my eyes lowered in shame. A moment or so passed, and when I looked up I saw she was smiling at me.

“David, sweetie, there’s no need to sneak around.” She put a finger under my chin, forcing me to look her in the eye. “Honey, I’m not mad. If you want to go outside naked, that’s all right. I just prefer you do it in the backyard so you’ll be safe, and not out front where the neighbors might catch you. Okay?”

Wide-eyed and speechless, I just stood there, hands at my sides, my lips pursed together in an attempt to keep from saying anything that would make things worse. My heart raced something terrible and I thought for an instant I might start crying.

Mom ran her fingers through my long blond hair, pushing it back over my ear on one side. “You silly monkey, I promise, I am not mad at you. Your Aunt Margaret and I used to do the same thing when we were your age. I completely understand. I just want you to be careful. Who knows what might happen if somebody caught you running around at night in your bare skin.”

I took in a deep breath, sighed, and then nodded. Little did she know that I did get caught. I tried not to think about how Jackie caught me and drug me bare naked through the neighborhood and almost showed me off to her crazy little sisters.

“Now, give us a smile. Come on. Just a little one? A teeny tiny itsy bitsy baby smile? Um-hmmm, that’s it. Such a good boy.”

So yes, I smiled. Stark naked in front of my own mother and caught in my little perverted adventure, I smiled up at her as if everything was right with the world. Why, I don’t know. I was so confused I didn’t know which way was up. It just seemed like the right thing to do – the safe thing to do – at the time.

“Such a good little naked monkey,” Mom cooed in a playful voice. “Now, why don’t you go to the kitchen and get a damp rag and wipe up the mess you made. Hop to it! It’s late and you need to get to bed!”

And so I padded along barefoot and bare bottomed back to the kitchen and I wet a dishcloth with warm water. I also fetched a dry dish towel and then returned to the scene of the crime. I glanced at my mother, then got down on my hands and knees and began scrubbing away.

“Good monkey … oops, you missed a spot over there … and there. That’s it. Such a good monkey … you’re doing such a good job! Oops, there’s another one ….”

I felt really weird kneeling naked under my mom’s watchful eye, picking at the little bits of dried mud off the floor with my fingernails and wiping them up with the cloth. It was as if all those years of hiding behind my clothes were for nothing, like my secret was suddenly out and my shame was fair game. Was this the way things would be from now on? Was I going to be punished for my evil, perverted ways? Was my mom going to make me stay naked all the time now?

A mixture of terror and excitement thrilled me all over as I thought about the possibilities.

That would be … just … awful, I thought with a rueful smile … which I hid from my mother, of course.

To my chagrin, such thoughts thrilled me deep inside, causing my young body to tingle and – yes – my stupid erection to grow even more erect than before. As if that was even possible.

I was wiping down the damp floor with the towel when I felt something poke my bare bottom; it turned out to be the toe of my mother’s shoe.

“Good job. Now, go on up and wash your nasty feet and go to bed. You may as well take a shower while you’re at it. It looks as though you could use one. We can talk more tomorrow.”

Grateful that my ordeal was over, I hopped to my feet and scurried to the kitchen where I rinsed out the rag and towel and hung them up to dry. I practically skipped to the front of the house where my mother stood watching. I was about to climb up the stairs when she grabbed my hand.

“What? No good night kiss for your mother”

I sighed, then stepped close and got up on my tiptoes for quick kiss on the lips. I tried pulling away but the grip on my wrist was as firm as ever.

“Don’t forget what I said, all right?”

I forced myself to look at my mother. The smile on her face was a happy one, tinged with a bit of mischief.

“Regarding your little weenie,” she nodded toward my errant erection. “Do something about that, too, before you go to sleep. Like I said, I don’t want you making a mess on my good sheets.”

My cheeks burned red hot as I nodded.

“Yes Mom,” I squeaked. At long last she released her grip on my wrist and I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. A bright, feminine titter of laughter followed me all the way.

***

I didn’t get much sleep that night. After a quick shower – yes, Mom, I got all the mud off my legs and feet, thank you very much – I put on my pajamas and hopped in the bed with the full intention of blocking out the events of the day and trying to forget everything that happened. I remember repeating over and over again, “Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow is another day …” but that didn’t do any good; no matter how hard I tried, there was just too much going on in my head, I couldn’t figure out if what had happened to me was real or maybe I was living in a dream … or to more accurate, a nightmare!

Chief among my worries was what my mom was thinking. Getting caught naked in the basement was one of the most embarrassing and shameful things that I ever experienced; I’d put in a lot of effort to make sure to keep my little game a secret only to get caught because of bad timing? It just wasn’t fair!

What confused me was how my mom wasn’t all that upset about catching me running around the house in my birthday suit. Rather than throwing a fit or threatening to punish me, she seemed more amused than upset; as a matter of fact, she went as far as to reveal that was something she’d done when she was a little girl. I’d never heard that in my entire life!

“Mom said both she and Aunt Margaret went naked when they were little,” I whispered to myself. “How weird is that?”

I thought about the old black and white photographs I’d seen of my mother and her sister as little girls and I tried to picture them naked, playing on my grandmother’s farm and doing whatever naked kids did back in olden days. I then thought about my dad’s old nudist magazines and how much the girls in those pictures resembled my mom and my aunt in their old photos. I loved the idea of my mom and my aunt as little naked girls, running hand in hand through fields of wild flowers, swimming in the creek and playing hide and seek in the vineyards. That made me giggle with naughty delight. What fun that must have been, to be free and naked without a care in the world. Not like it was now, with the threat of people watching you all the time.

“Wow … that would have been so much fun,” I whispered to myself under my bedcovers. “I wish I could have been there, too!”

It then occurred to me that my mom’s carefree childhood was probably the reason why she and my aunt made me run around with no clothes all the time when I was a little kid. That explained perfectly how come my aunt and my cousins were all so eager to watch over me when I was running around in my bare skin. They all did the same thing when they were little; they were just making sure I had a good time, too.

“Oh, I get it now,” I whispered in childish wonder. “Wow … that’s almost kinda neat!”

Despite what my mother said, I still worried about what she thought after catching me sneaking around the house in my birthday suit. If I understood her right, she still didn’t know the whole truth about my encounter with Mrs. Taylor, nor did she know about my naked odyssey to get home. She just thought I’d been wandering around our house in my birthday suit and had locked myself out.

At least I didn’t think she knew. I think.

I didn’t know if this was good news or bad. Either way, I had plenty of other things to worry about, like getting my money – and my stupid clothes! – back from Mrs. Taylor. Not to mention worrying about my new employer telling my mom about me going naked at her house, too!

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

I finally did fall asleep, but not before tossing and turning and wrestling with my covers for who knows how long. My dreams were as weird and disturbing as the events that preceded them; what little I remember was being on the run in my bare skin, being chased by tall, cruel creatures with laughing eyes and curious hands that tickled and teased my naked body all over.

Just before dawn I woke up with a powerful spasm between my legs and the sensation of something warm and gooey spewing from my penis. I remember how my pajamas were all twisted up, my top completely unbuttoned and the bottom tangled about my ankles, leaving me practically naked from the waist down. I was surprised to find I was hugging my pillow with all my might and my bare thighs were wrapped around it as if I was in a wrestling match. A second wave of spasms hit me and I gasped as I felt the shameful sensation of more disgusting stuff shooting out of the tip of my penis. At first I thought I was peeing the bed and I tried my best to stop, but the harder I tried the more of that weird stuff came out.

It was only after I was done “peeing” and I had the chance to catch my breath that I remembered the last time this happened. I hadn’t peed at all; I just experienced another glorious yet disgraceful wet dream!

I could not have been more befuddled … nor more ashamed.

My poor pillow, I thought to myself. It’s ruined! Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Mom is going to kill me! Mom is going to kill me!

Exhausted in the aftermath of my childish orgasm, I remember looking toward the window and seeing it was still dark outside; a slight glow toward the east told me it was nearly morning. I lay silent, still breathless, for a long while, trying to think what I should do. Maybe I could change the pillow case and stick the messy one in the hamper. Or maybe I should sneak it into the bathroom, wash it off and hope it dried by the time my mom got up. Or maybe I could simply turn it over and just hope she didn’t notice.

I’m sure it’s no surprise to you that none of the options I came up with included coming clean and telling my mom what happened. I mean, would you tell your mom you had a wet dream all over your good pillow? I didn’t think so. Nope, that would be suicide, especially after she specifically warned me to not mess in the bed. There had to be a better solution.

If only my bewildered little eleven year old brain could figure it out … before I fell … asleep ….

***

It was daylight when my mom woke me up in her customary fashion, grabbing my big toe and giving it a wiggle. I remember stretching, then looking up and seeing her standing over me. Normally she would smile down at me and lovingly whisper, “Good morning, sunshine,” but no such greeting came that morning. I knew something was wrong when I rubbed my eyes clear of sleep and then saw that she had her hands on her hips in a very impatient fashion. The look of disgust on her face caused my stomach to churn to the point of nausea.

This was not good.

“David Allen Cartwright! What did I tell you last night about making a mess in the bed! Didn’t I warn you about not ruining my good sheets? Did we not have a clear understanding about this? I swear to goodness, why do I even bother talking to you sometimes!”

Before I could make a move my mom picked up my pillow and gave it a close examination; I winced as she sniffed the stain and then wrinkled her nose as if she smelled something foul.

Ugh! Why would she even do that???

That wasn’t as bad, however, as when she held the offending pillow over my head, practically pressing the huge, slimy wet spot against my nose. I tried to move away, but in my panic I became so entangled in my half-discarded pajamas I may have well been wearing a straitjacket.

“Ew! No … Mom! Please don’t do that! That’s nasty!” I squeaked. I was so scared I probably sounded like a little cartoon mouse.

“Oh, now it’s nasty, hmm? But when I’m not looking it’s all fun and games, I suppose. Honestly, David, I am so very disappointed in you.”

I felt sick to my stomach. I tried to apologize as I struggled to cover my nudity. “Please … M-Mommy … I didn’t mean … t-to d-do it. I … I am s-so … s-s-sorry!”

My mother shook her head and gave the soiled pillow another close look; she then put it back in my face and chastised me with a sneer in her voice.

“Funny, how you say you’re sorry, but a little while ago you were having the time of your life, with your nasty little wiener squirting away into my good linen! David, honey, you are way too young for this kind of thing. Way too young.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I decided to do what I did best and kept my mouth shut. Talking sure didn’t seem to be doing me any good. My mom stared at me for a really long time, long enough for me to feel the need to go to the bathroom. She finally gave a big sigh and almost smiled.

“Why can’t you just stay young … and be my pretty little boy forever?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I dunno,” I squeaked. I wished this was over with as I really needed to pee.

Mom smiled again, then she laughed, which was weird considering how she just yelled at me no more than a minute ago. To be honest, I preferred the yelling over being laughed at.

“Oh, David, I wish you could see yourself. You look so silly laying there with your jammies all askew. You silly little naked monkey.”

I lifted my head and did a quick assessment. Mom was right, I suppose I did look silly … to her. From my point of view, however, I was a total disgrace. I winced when I saw I was practically naked, with one foot still caught in the leg of my pajama bottom and the other cocked at such a weird angle it was beginning to hurt; likewise, my pajama top was undone and completely off both shoulders, which was part of my problem in covering myself up. My pudgy eleven year old body was bare and completely exposed to my mother’s gaze, all the way from my swollen nipples, stiff in the morning air, down to my stupid penis – still sticky in the wake of my early morning exertions – standing proudly erect and oblivious of the trouble it had caused me.

With my arms practically bound behind my back, it was a struggle just to sit up on the edge of the bed. I finally got to my feet and was attempting to pull up my pajama bottom when my mom told me not to bother.

“Just give them to me,” she said with a sigh. “I need to do laundry anyway, after the mess you made with your pillow and your bedsheets. I may as well do your pajamas while I’m at it.”

I didn’t bother to argue as I peeled off my damp pajamas and handed them over. I was so ashamed I kept my eyes lowered; that didn’t help much as it just meant I had to look at my stupid naked body.

I was surprised to feel my mom’s hand under my chin, which forced me to look her in the eye.

“Don’t be so coy,” she told me with a sly smile. “I think I know what’s going on in that little brain of yours, so there’s no need for any drama or false modesty. What’s done is done, so why don’t you go hop in the shower and then come downstairs for breakfast. After your little bedtime antics you probably stink, so do a good job and scrub all over with plenty of soap. And be sure to wash your hair while you’re at it. With shampoo!”

I did as I was told. I quickly peed – which felt absolutely wonderful after holding it for so long – flushed, and then got into the shower as fast as I could. I felt safe in the shower as I was completely by myself and didn’t have to worry about getting scolded or teased. I took my time, standing under the running water until it turned cold; I wasn’t in any hurry to face my mother any time soon. Not after the kind of morning I had so far.

I remember feeling a huge ache of dread as I turned off the water and started drying myself. I really wanted to go back to bed and just stay there the rest of the day, I was so afraid of having to face my mom’s wrath again so soon.

After drying and combing my hair I wrapped my towel around my waist and was headed for my room when I saw my mother standing at the door. She raised an eyebrow and gave me a weird smile. I remember wondering how long she’d been watching me.

“It’s about time you were done. You ought to be good and clean after using up all the hot water.” She pulled me close and gave me a motherly hug. “Mmmm … you do smell nice, though. Good job on your hair, by the way. I can tell you actually used shampoo.”

I nodded, then muttered “Thanks.”

She gave me a playful wink. “Why don’t you come on downstairs and eat your breakfast before it gets cold. I made pancakes with whipped cream, your favorite!”

Pancakes with whipped cream? That sounded promising. I started to head for my room, but my mom spun me around and pushed me toward the stairs.

“You can put some clothes on later. Come on down and eat first, why don’t you?”

I felt a familiar tingling between my legs and I clenched my knees together as tight as I could.

“But … Mom … please … I really need to … t-t-to g-get … d-dressed ….”

“Mmmm, no you don’t.” My mother looked at me with that raised eyebrow. “And no arguing. Remember what I said about no drama and no false modesty?”

I didn’t quite know what that meant at the time, but I did know when to do as I was told. It felt strange padding barefoot down the stairs and through the hallway toward the kitchen with nothing more than a wet towel around my waist; before all this happened I never left my room without being completely dressed from head to toe, especially when my parents or anybody else was around. This was a whole new experience. I wasn’t at all looking forward to eating my breakfast half-naked with my mom looking on.

Before we got to the kitchen Mom grabbed me by the shoulders and directed me to the basement steps.   I looked up at her with wide eyes as I suddenly realized what was about to happen next.

“Take your towel off and go put it in the washing machine,” she said with a little grin. “Oh, don’t look at me that way. It’s not like you haven’t done this before. Hop to it before I get a switch and use it on your bare butt.”

I bit my lip and did as I was ordered. Once I was at the bottom of the steps it took me a minute to work up the courage to unwrap that stupid towel from around my waist. I looked up to see my mother watching with rapt curiosity as I stood naked in front of the washing machine. It took at least a couple of more minutes to drop the towel into the churning, sudsy water. I really didn’t wanna give up my only garment, but I didn’t have the courage to argue about it at this point.

Mom was waiting for me when I got to the top of the steps. Her arms were crossed and her eyes were studying my unclothed body with amused interest. I noticed that she was wearing a pair of jeans, along with a short sleeved blouse and a pair of sandals. It didn’t seem fair that she had on pants and I didn’t have any.

“Mmmm … that’s much better.” She then looked me in the eye, that skeptical eyebrow warning me that she had gone into serious mode. “I was going to wash your clothes from yesterday, but I couldn’t find them anywhere in the basement. Are you sure you put them with the laundry?”

My mouth went dry and my stomach ached as I tried to think of something to say. This was bad, really bad. Just by the look on her face I could see that she knew I’d lied about taking my clothes to the basement. I just knew it! Why she didn’t just come out and say so was a mystery. I began to wish she’d just come out and say it and get it all over with.

Not knowing what else to do, I shrugged and mumbled something like, “They oughta be there somewhere … I guess.”

“Well, I didn’t see them. Don’t worry about it now. We’ll look for them later.” There was that suspicious smile again; it sent an awful chill down my spine. “I just hope they’re not lost for good.”

When I got to the top of the steps I headed for the kitchen. Sure enough, the skillet was on the stove and a mixing bowl was sitting on the counter, along with the box of pancake mix and a carton of eggs. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad. Okay, so Mom was going to make me eat breakfast in the nude, you know, as part of the little game she played with me the night before. How bad could that get? I figured it wouldn’t be any worse than what happened the night before.

I was half right. Sorta.

“Oh, don’t go in there,” my mom suddenly said in a bright, playful voice. Once again she grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around and shoved me down the hall. “We’re not eating in the kitchen today. Instead, we’re going to eat breakfast in the back yard!”

Huh … what???

I blinked, then blinked again. “In the back yard? You … mean … outside?”

Mom laughed. “Well, that’s where the back yard is. Yes, we’re going outside.”

I frowned as I processed what was being said. “I can go get dressed first, though … right?”

My mother shrugged. “I don’t see the need. You look just fine the way you are. Perfect, in fact.”

A wave of fear poured over me. Was she serious? There was no way ….

“But Mom … I … I don’t have any clothes on”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. You’ll be all right.” My mother brushed my long blond hair back over my ear and looked right in my eyes. It was almost as though she enjoyed watching my reaction. “It’s so pretty outside this morning, I thought it would be nice change. It’ll be fun. You know, like we’re having a picnic!”

My frown turned into a serious pout. It sounded like she was serious, which didn’t make any sense to me. I mean, where was this all coming from?

“No Mom, it won’t be fun! I … I d-don’t wanna … g-g-go outside with … no c-clothes on! You’re teasing me, right? You’re not really … really g-gonna m-make m-me … do that … are you?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You didn’t mind going outside last night in your bare skin, so this isn’t any different.” There was that look again, as if she was enjoying my reaction to what was about to happen. “I’d think this would be fun for you. You can run around naked all you want and you won’t have to worry about the neighbors seeing your cute little bare bottom. Plus, you’ll be where I can keep an eye on you.”

I couldn’t believe she was serious! I felt my eyes water up and there was that little tingle you get just before you start crying. My chin started quivering and my chest suddenly tighten up, making it hard to breath.

“But Mom … I don’t wanna go outside naked. Please … d-d-don’t … don’t … make meeeeeeee ….”

Mom shook her head and rolled her eyes. You’d have thought we were arguing about what to watch on the television.

“Oh David, don’t so dramatic. We’re just going to have breakfast in the back yard. What’s the big deal? Go on, take a look. I’ve got the table set up and everything. It’ll be so much fun you won’t be able to stand it!”

I found myself being shoved toward the back door against my will; I so wanted to resist, but my knees went all rubbery and weak. The next thing I knew I was standing on the back porch, the painted wood cool against my feet and the bright sun nearly blinding my eyes.

I grabbed my mom’s arm and began whining like a puppy who was being put out of the house. “Nooooo … Moooooom … please … don’t make meeeeee … I don’t wannaaaaaaaa … go … outsiiiiiiiide.”

I didn’t get much sympathy, of course. Besides, it was too late. I was already on the edge of the porch and I couldn’t get back in the house if I tried. My mom grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me back around to face the steps. My whole body trembled at the prospect of leaving the safety of the porch and moving into the morning sunlight.

“I said no argument!” she snapped sharply. I shivered as I felt her mouth brush against my ear. “Now, unless you want me to paddle your bare bottom, you’ll go have a seat at the table while I finish preparing your breakfast!”

Paddle my butt? I shivered at the thought. I hadn’t gotten a spanking for almost a year. This really was getting serious. Still, I couldn’t believe this was happening. I started to turn around, which was a mistake.

SLAPPP!!!

I was shocked to feel a blast of fire light up my bottom. There was another hard SMACK!!! That one was even harder and the pain of it took my breath away.

“OWWW!!! That hurt meeeeee ….” I whined, just like a little child.

A third WHAPPP!!! stopped my whining and set off my tears. I couldn’t help but sob in pain and in shame.

“There’s more where that came from,” my mother warned with a growl. “If I were you I’d do as I was told.”

It took me a moment, but I wiped my eyes and slowly nodded in defeat. It looked like I was going outside in my birthday suit, whether I liked it or not.

I remember taking a deep breath, then going down one level on the steps. A firm push against my back forced me the rest of the way and there I was, standing on the concrete slab at the back of our house.

“You can either go sit at the table or find something else to do,” my mother said in an oddly cheerful voice. “Just don’t leave the yard, all right? Stay out here where I can keep my eye on you. I’ll be out to join you in a little while.”

Don’t leave the yard? Where did she think I was going to go? I shot a scowl at my mother to let her know I was not at all happy. She responded with a wink and then blew me a kiss.

“Have fun!” she said before disappearing into the house.

To be continued ….

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