Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother

By Running Bare

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Something incredible happened to our family two years ago. As a mother of two, I feel our situation may be helpful to other mothers of young boys who are having similar problems. I want to share the experience.

My name is Kelly McCutcheon and I am thirty four years old. My husband of fifteen years, Roger, is thirty five. We have two children Anthony our now fourteen year old son and his brother Joey who is now eleven. The story is more about Anthony than any of the rest of us. Or, I might say more about Anthony and me than the rest of us.

I grew up with four siblings—two brothers and two sisters. I was the second from the oldest. One brother was older and the other was two years younger than I. My two sisters were twins who were the babies. They were born almost a year after my younger brother. In my home, both boys were given less latitude for clothing than the girls were. My parents believed boys needed no modesty and girls were expected to more ‘covered’.   It was not uncommon for my brothers to be nude around the house, but most of the time they were in their underwear. Never was there criticism. Often we would grab them by their goodies and threaten to squeeze their ball sacks. They’d beg us not to. Even my older brother wimped out when I’d grab his package. We’d laugh when after a good squeeze they’d fall to the ground and roll around moaning and holding their packages. See, Mom encouraged us to manhandle their genitals and we gladly obliged as did our friends when they visited. The boys were often expected to play out in the yard without a stitch on. They’d play catch, they’d run through the sprinkler, they’d dig in the dirt—all the typical boy things. Only thing was they’d be nude. It was great for us as their nakedness help us make many friends.   I mean our brothers provided a good show. That said their nudity would even attract other boys to befriend them as well. I just wanted the same for my kids.

Each of my sons’ births provided vivid memories for me. They were really strapping healthy boys on delivery. Anthony had one curious attribute. He was hung like a horse. I remember the nurse joking, “We weren’t sure whether that was a penis or the umbilical cord. Joey, not so much. Not that Joey wasn’t average in length as most boys I guess, but certainly he wasn’t as endowed as this older brother. I did tease my husband about the hidden genetics and he just blushed. Anyway, both boys are circumcised and I remember admiring Anthony’s tip when he was returned to me that second day after his birth. His well-shaped and bulbous head really enhanced the length. In short, he was a good looking baby.

Anthony grew into a rather handsome young boy as well. His hazel eyes enhanced his slightly dark complexion and jet black hair. I, like many of my friends, were also intrigued with his shapely legs. His calves were well developed and vase like in appearance. His thighs were well defined ending at his tight little ass. I was so impressed with the beauty of this kid that I made him swim nude in the family pool and whenever I thought I could get away with it in more public venues. I used to be amused at semi-public exhibitions of his naked body especially when folks would point or make remarks about his penis or the beauty of his overall body. I guess amused might be the wrong word, maybe I should say proud.

Though Joey was cute and certainly had the same genetics when it came to leg development, he didn’t share the penis genetics. But, he was also lovely to look at while naked. He was as solidly built as his brother.

Until now I was unable to admit I become relatively aroused, yes in a sexual kind of way, when I see either of my sons being humiliated and/or embarrassed about their bodies. I enjoy looking at them and putting them on display for others. I also found similar feeling when Roger made them strip naked and put the belt across their bare asses. It was arousing to listen to the snap of the belt, watch the jiggle of their penises at the moment of contact, and the grimaces of pain as they became tearful and sobbing, begging for cessation of the whippings. I guess that makes me a little weird in some peoples’ books, but I am who I am.

In our house we had an agreement. Whichever parent was present at the time of the transgression was responsible for punishing the boys. That gradually changed when I found it more fun to watch their nude bodies’ reactions while under the belt. Sadistic as it may sound, I started asking Roger to use the belt while I watched. My excuse for the change was that I couldn’t make the point as well as he could with a belt. I became one of those “wait until Daddy gets home” mothers. At first Roger balked, but the sex he got those evenings quietly reinforced him. To this day I don’t think he put two and two together.   I mean he never thought about the sexual activity that invariably followed the evenings after he’d given the boys a good strapping in my presence.

When Anthony was eight he started to exhibit some troubling behavior. He would demand privacy when changing or toileting. He rebelled against my insistence on his naked exhibitions outside as well. He seemed too guarded about his body. His excuse was his “private parts” were private. I supposed and continue to suppose this was a side effect of the mandate of the public schools’ involvement in body awareness and child “protection” programs. All I can say is “Who the hell put them in-charge of right and wrong when it comes to the psycho sexual development of my child?” In my opinion they fucked him up more than protecting him. It took two doctors and a lengthy program to correct the wrongs they, the schools, did to him. This is my story about bringing back my boy from the “dark side” of school social workers. It was both challenging, and, to tell the truth, kind of arousing and fun in many ways.

The final straw came one day at the beach when Anthony was nine. I’ve found that when the boys play in the sand, no matter how you try to flush them out in the surf a great deal of sand remains in their suits. This in turn gets all over the car and requires more time cleaning at home. So, I started making the two of them strip their suits off at the shoreline and then I’d walk them out to the water to rinse them off, dry them and wrap a towel around their waists for the walk to the parking lot. They’d be completely exposed to the general public for a few minutes (sometimes they’d lose the towels and end up carrying them to the car with their little tally wackers flopping around) but it saved me hours of vacuuming time not to mention the salt in their suits causing wear and tear on our car upholstery. Sure it drew a lot of attention from other beachgoers, especially little girls, but I liked that. To tell the truth, there was a little personal arousal in me when I’d do that to them. I mean exposing their naked bodies to all at the beach, especially Anthony’s well hung penis, just made me proud. There was a certain pride in all the “Oh, look at those two aren’t they cute?” or “Hey that one is really endowed,” remarks being spoken. Anyway, at nine Anthony decided he’d fight me about having to rinse off. I found myself having to wrestle his suit off him with threats of the belt. Last time I was so mad, after he rinsed off, I made him walk back to the car without a towel. I remember he cupped his hands around his penis and I told him to put them to his sides. He refused. So I made it clear he’d stand there like that until he did what he was told. He stood there belligerently until he tired of other peoples’ remarks about his nakedness and his “cute little bottom”.   Then he caved and walked to the car with his boner projecting proudly from his crotch. You can imagine the comments that got. Anyway, his fighting the nakedness and the realization he felt humiliated being naked in public made me even more horny—not for him but for adult sex. I loved forcing him to display himself and the more embarrassed it made him the hornier it made me for adult sex. Maybe it was the power trip of making this boy comply with my authority or maybe it was a voyeuristic thing, I don’t know. That particular day, after telling of the ordeal at the beach, Roger stripped him, bent him over a chair, and wailed the tar out of him with his belt for disrespect and disobedience toward me. It was a good day for my “juice flow”.

Later that year, after school started, I experienced one of my fondest memories. Anthony was in fourth grade. Miss Simmons, his teacher, arranged a field trip to a state park. I was asked to help chaperone the group of twenty seven kids, as were four other mothers. The kids, both boys and girls were clad in their school t-shirts and most wore shorts. Anthony was not a shorts fan. He didn’t like his legs exposed. No, really, that’s how bad it was. I made him wear a pair that was actually much shorter than the fashionable boy would wear. But, hey the kid had good looking legs to compliment his over endowed boy part so I was intent at showing them off so I’d raise the inseams right after I bought them.

Anyway, when we arrived at the park the restrooms were located in a concrete block structure—men and boys on one side and girls and women on the other.   As we unloaded the picnic and school supplies it was brought to our attention the boys’ side was locked. There was a big red sign that said, “Men’s Room Out of Order”. So as the day went on, we’d send the boys out into the woods to do their business. Anthony ran up and told me he had to pee. That was my opening. I took him by the shoulder and walked him to a tree right out in the open and told him to water it. Of course some of the little girls in his class were curious and walked over as if they were collecting wild flowers. But, I knew what they hoped to see and I wanted very much to show it to them.   So I acted like I didn’t even know they were there. I told Anthony to go ahead and pee. He pointed at the girls and I firmly told him it didn’t matter to go anyway. He hesitated and I raised my voice again. At that point the girls were lined up for a frontal view and were not hiding the fact that’s what they really wanted to see. Anthony slowly began to unzip his fly. That was my cue to tell him, “Oh, no, you pull ‘em down.” He immediately turned red and his jaw dropped. “I said pull your shorts and underwear down to pee.”   He argued he couldn’t. With about six or seven sets of eyes on us, I walked over and undid his belt and pulled them down for him. He teared up and stood there holding his cupped hand over his penis. The girls were in awe at the semi-nude boy standing before them even though they couldn’t see the parts they really wanted to.   I then told Anthony to pee. His boner became more evident as he couldn’t hide the glans on the extended shaft from exposing itself over the top of his hand. I told him to hold his penis the way he always did to pee and to quit trying to hide it. Man, I was feeling really adventurous at that point and loving it. Then I had to repeat myself and he eventually pinched the shaft of his stiffy with his finger and thumb as if to point. Still crying he said he didn’t have to go any more. I knew that was just shyness of having to try to pee while being watched, not to mention the erection cutting off the flow. The girls were still staring and I couldn’t let my voyeurism dwindle. I went over and pulled his underwear and shorts down to his ankles and said, “Step out of them.” He didn’t move and I slapped his ass hard. It left a hand print. I repeated myself and he lifted one foot and after freeing his clothing, he raised the other. Now naked from the waist down to his ankles, I told him to stand there until he went. By that time the girls group had grown from six or seven to the full complement of thirteen. They were all watching as were three or four of the boys. God I was hot. It was then I told him to keep his hands behind his back until he was ready to pee. I figured he’d go when his bladder couldn’t hold it anymore. He stood there on display for at least fifteen minutes. That five to six inch hard on pointed right at the other kids. By the time he urinated the whole class was gathered for the show. That included his teacher and the other chaperones. By the way, it was notable that the boys even commented on the size of Anthony’s penis and that made me even more appreciative.

After he finished, I remember him asking for his shorts back. I told him he might just as well stay bare like that for the rest of the day in case he had to go again. I told him I didn’t like having to argue with him. He started bawling again, but I was adamant. I loved the feeling I got by exposing him publicly and watching his humiliation.

Miss Simmons was a bit concerned that she might get in trouble if Anthony stayed naked. I told her I was his mother and that would be my fault not hers. It was then one of the other mothers spoke up and told Miss Simmons and the other mothers that Anthony was a boy and boys weren’t supposed to be modest. Needless to say the young twenty something teacher eventually commented on the length of Anthony’s appendage. She and the other mothers were well aware of his gift and felt free to discuss it.

Another interesting twist to the whole day was me telling Anthony that he was to announce to me when he had to pee before he went. My next surprise was asking the little girls if any of them would like to help Anthony aim his “peepee” when he needed to go. Almost every female hand went up. I chose a little blond named Cassie to be that helper, mostly because her mother was one of the chaperones. So, the next time the boy had to pee, guess who held his penis. She had a blast wiggling around like a lawn sprinkler much to the amusement of everyone else.

Needless to say that wasn’t my first inkling that my son was too shy, but it certainly reinforced it. It was also reinforcement for me. Like I said, doing such things to him was really a boost to my libido.

After the field trip incident, I consulted his pediatrician about my concern over Anthony’s modesty issues. I mean his brother was known to walk around the house and yard nude without batting an eye pretty much like my brothers did. Joey was so open about his body I’m convinced the kid would have stripped naked in his classroom if he were told to do so. (Though if it was his teacher who told him to do so, he’d better comply or he’d face drastic consequences when he got home. Roger and I demanded unquestioning obedience to adults in authority, especially teachers.) No, Joey was not the least bit shy about flaunting everything he had, much to the amusement of many an onlooker. Because he was so opened about it, I didn’t get nearly the level of emotive feelings I got when forcing Anthony’s nudity. His compliance took away the edge of the arousal for me. Anthony, on the other hand, was locking bathroom doors by age eight. I had to threaten to have his father take the belt to him if he didn’t leave the door unlocked. I must say the curiosity about his penile development kept me wanting that occasional glimpse of his naked body. Bath time was the ideal opportunity as long as the door was unlocked. I did take advantage and would often make him let me do an inspection to make sure he was clean. Of course lifting that “third leg” of his to make sure it and his scrotum were clean was a regular part of the ritual. Touching his penis was very pleasurable to me, especially when it was rock solid. I also made him stand facing the shower wall while I spread is cheeks to check his anus. Such inspections would require some finger penetration to make sure the rim was clean. My favorite times were when the handling and inspecting either boy caused them to pop boners. In Anthony’s case, seeing an eight or nine year old with a four or five inch phallus standing stiffly at attention was quite entertaining to me. I wish you could have seen it.

Anyway, when he was in for his tenth year annual checkup, I made it a point to question the doctor about his modesty problem. Dr. Amy Miller, our pediatrician, suggested I consult with a clinical psychologist about his problem. She referred me to Dr. Angela Carlson.

Dr. Carlson was an attractive young woman who appeared late twenties, early thirties at most. I wondered, at first meeting, how Anthony would deal with being nude in front of her, if he had to do so. And I so hoped he would.

As luck would have it, that first visit Dr. Angie, as she told Anthony to call her, informed me she was a psychologist and not a medical doctor. That meant she wouldn’t be doing any physical exams, but, with my permission, she would be inspecting Anthony’s body including manipulating his genitalia to establish a baseline on his embarrassment and to observe his behavior under such circumstances. I was secretly delighted she would be humiliating him and only hoped I could watch as she did it. As luck would have it my desires were fulfilled. She told me that for the first few sessions I would have to be present as she had him undress both for her protection and Anthony’s feeling of well-being.

I didn’t want to tell her his feeling of well-being was not going to happen if he had to be naked, but why run the risk of her not doing it. She called Anthony into the office and handed him a large white towel with the instructions to strip completely, including underwear, and wrap the towel around himself. I was asked to stay in the room and assist him. I could see the resentment of the situation in his eyes and I loved it. Dr. Angie left the room and I told him to get his clothes off. He did slowly. I remember him wrapping the towel around his waist prior to slipping off his underwear. He sat in a chair opposite mine. We waited a few minutes and the doctor returned. She pulled a third chair around so we were basically in a circle looking at each other. Anthony’s bare chest and lightly tanned legs being fully exposed kept me excited about what was to come.

She began the session by asking Anthony why he thought we were at her office. He really didn’t seem to have a clue. He thought it was because something was wrong when Dr. Miller examined him three weeks before. I could tell he was a bit nervous, but I would attribute that to him being totally naked with the exception of a towel that we both knew would eventually be taken away. There was nervousness in his responses to her questions and that was arousing me. His voice quivered. Eventually, she asked him to stand up and give me the towel so she could check his “boy parts”. Reluctantly he removed the towel. His long penis was standing stiffly at attention and I could tell that made him even more embarrassed. It was thrilling to me. The psychologist called him closer and told him that she was going to examine how he reacted to being touched on the penis and testicles. He had to put his hands behind his back so she could fondle him. I remember him balking at the request.   He tried to talk his way out of the situation, but the doctor just reached out and grabbed his erection. He trembled as she gently lifted it exposing is bulbous scrotum. She kind of tickled it with her finger nails and he shivered. I loved it. She then traced around the crevice between the shaft and glans of the penis and he shivered again. Dr. Angie didn’t take her eyes off his face as she did this. It was apparent she was reading his reactions rather than enjoying the contact.

After a few minutes she released his boner and said, “That wasn’t so bad was it?”

Anthony shook his head to indicate “no”, but I could tell he hated every minute of it. His distain was a driving force for me to want him humiliated more. The doctor then told him she was happy it didn’t because he’d be completely naked during all future sessions. There was a notable jolt of fear from him when she mentioned that.

Following that session I was instructed to find times to make him strip nude in front of others. She recommended that initially is should be just relatives and close adult friends he was exposed to. She wanted me to restrict touching his genitals to just our immediate family at that point—Roger, Joey, his grandparents and me. I was a bit impatient with that, because observing non family individuals touching his penis and ball sack would definitely get my juices flowing even more. On the other hand, making him display himself against his wishes was a fair start. I convinced myself we’d get to the other activities later. This lovely young doctor had no inkling what publicly displaying my sons’ nude bodies, particularly this one’s, did for my libido. I got it though, we were starting slowly.

Dr. Angie explained to Anthony that he was going to have to get used to being naked in front of other people. She talked with him about modesty and how his was out of control for a boy his age. She also told him he’d have to be naked in front of whomever his parents chose to see him. He balked. The brat actually told the doctor he wouldn’t do it. Of course, I butted in with “Oh, yes you will!” in my most authoritarian voice. I can’t even begin to tell you how disconcerting it is to have to argue with an almost eleven year old. I finally won that one with the threat of having Daddy take care of it when he came home. As I recall, I decided to tell Roger anyway. I needed the show a good belting would provide.

One of the curious things I found was how much more exciting it was when I made Anthony stay nude and insisted his younger brother be covered. There was just something about Anthony’s pissed off attitude at those times that added to my pleasure. Most often during backyard water play Joey would wear a swimsuit as did other kids who were present, but old Anthony was forced out completely nude. He was threatened not to cover his biggest attraction with his hands or anything else during those exposes. Watching a completely naked eleven year old boy romping amongst a crowd of covered kids of both genders, most of which were younger than he, was quite amusing. So much so most of the parents of the younger kids stayed to enjoy the show as well. Anthony would enter the yard with his long boner pointing straight out and try to cover his condition by continually running and moving, but watching that appendage in its rather violent swaying as he romped only added to the observers’ pleasure. On many occasions other parents would want to strip their kids as well, but I requested they not. I wanted Anthony to suffer complete humiliation. Having other naked kids with him would only lessen his embarrassment and my enjoyment.

I was really proud to present him naked to my bridge club. It happened when the seven other ladies met at our home for our weekly session. What really added to the situation was that Anthony’s fourth grade teacher was one of the ladies in the club. You should have seen his expression when he was made to enter the family room naked as the day he was born and face, of all people, his fourth grade teacher. I had him spend that afternoon waiting on the ladies. He’d pop in from the kitchen with coffee, tea, brownies and other treats all afternoon. I don’t know how but he remained hard the whole time. I was amused watching some of the ladies “accidently” bumping into and brushing against his erect penis with their arms and hands. Finally, I just told them if they wanted to feel his appendage to just go ahead and feel it. They all turned red and giggled like none of them was interested in such things. I know they were. Anthony was really embarrassed and actually blushed when I issued the offer.

Now I can’t say for sure, but I’m a little sure most of the ladies present shared my feelings of arousal at the boy’s situation. I’m sure some were overcome with false indignation because that was the socially correct response, but most were very happy having a naked little boy running around. So, I shared some of my hidden pleasures. I described how excited it made me to watch Anthony and Joey get whipped with the belt by their father. How both would be stripped nude and made to hold the sides of a kitchen chair seat while Roger snapped the leather against their bare ass. I described how their penises and little ball sacks would jiggle with each snap and how their crying and begging would make me feel a twinge of eroticism as well as justice being served. Not one of those ladies took her eyes off me as I described it and all had smiles. I know they would have loved to actually see what they were only imagining. About the only feedback they’d offer though was their satisfaction and support that “some parents still had old-fashioned discipline in their homes”.

Later I told them about bath time inspections of both boys. I described how I felt it was important especially with boys to make sure they were washing themselves properly.   I told them the two areas they seemed to neglect were their genitals, and, based on the skid marks in their underwear, their little holes. You should have seen their faces when I told them I’d shove my soapy finger right up their rectums and run it in and out a dozen or so times to ensure they were clean. And, that since doing this each day I cut down on those skid marks in their briefs and saved a lot of special attention when doing the laundry. Then I joked that with Anthony’s new nudity requirement it had to be done each time he had a movement so the upholstery wouldn’t be stained. Of course, the reaction was faked disgust mixed with laughter.

One weekend, about a month into his program, we went to my parents’ home for Anthony’s eleventh birthday. Because it was a hundred plus mile trip in the car, both Roger and I decided Anthony would go naked. He wouldn’t have clothes in the car nor would he have any at Mom and Dad’s house. We stopped to fill up. As Roger pumped the gas, I was chomping at the bit wanting to make my nude son go into the convenience store to buy some gum or something. I wanted so badly to make him a public exhibition, but it wasn’t cleared by Dr. Angie at that point.

Even though I’d prepared my parents for the situation they were mixed in their appraisal of the process. My mother was completely on board with exposing him. That wasn’t a surprise. She used to enjoy fondling his “little long peepee” each time she changed him or bathed him when he was younger. She, like me, had waited a long time to see Anthony’s package at age eleven. It’d been three long years for her and now she was given the pleasure of not only seeing but being able to fondle it again. Dad felt it was a bit indecent to expose a boy his age to the public in such a mean way. I tried to explain to him why Anthony’s modesty was a problem, but he was a hard sell. No matter, he’d have to deal with it as he did when my brothers were young. Mom would help him through.

Evenings, while we watched TV, my mother would call Anthony over and make him lay across her on the couch with his backside in her lap. Then she’d gently rub and stroke his erect penis and scrotum while they watched. It was so peaceful and loving to watch. Dad would occasionally look over and just grunt as he returned his attention to the programming. Much to Anthony’s embarrassment, Mom would rant about how she used to do this when she changed his diapers and bathed him as a baby and young boy. Joey would just glimpse at the fondling session of his older brother from his seat on the floor and giggle at the remarks my mother made. She would, in turn, tell him she did it to him too. What was particularly wonderful was when Anthony would have a dry orgasm as my mother worked his penis.

Mom, as I said in my initial remarks, had raised five of us. My two brothers hardly knew clothing until after puberty so this was not a new situation for her. I think it was a way for her to retouch the past. Anyway, it was clear our visit made her weekend. I did let her bathe the boys rather than wait to just inspect them after they bathed themselves. She was really giddy about shoving her fingers up their anuses. Said it reminded her of giving all those enemas to us when we were little. As I recall it didn’t take much for her to prescribe an enema especially for my brothers. It brought back memories of watching her insert the hose in those boys’ asses and how my sisters and I so enjoyed it when she’d squeeze that bag to run the flush into them.

As she penetrated her grandsons, moving her finger in and out a dozen or so times, she remarked that she wished she’d have thought of doing such thorough anal cleansing when we kids were little. She was convinced it would have made doing the laundry a little more pleasant. (Not to mention bathing the kids more pleasant as well.) She also liked the “little grunts” they made as she forced entry.

About four months into his program, Dr. Angie cleared me to open his nudity to the general public. Until that time, as I said earlier, it was reserved for family and close friends. I was glad she cleared the expanded program because both Anthony and I were becoming rather acclimated to his situation. He had fewer woodies when romping with familiar folks and I was not nearly as aroused by presenting him to them. The idea we were now going public with his body was a renewal to my excitement and definitely anerectile boost to him.

The first suggestion that he go out and mow the lawn nude brought a lot of argument and bickering from him. I got a little peeved at his attitude. I told him the doctor wanted him to show “his stuff” to the rest of the world and that would be a good way to start. He cried and refused. I finally just physically pulled him out in the front yard and had a couple of the teenagers from next door help me tie him to the tree in the front yard. Both of those boys, one sixteen and the other almost eighteen, giggled as they wrestled him into position. I remember Steven the sixteen year old grabbing Anthony’s penis and threatening to pull it off if he didn’t settle down. I think Anthony believed him. Anyway, the boys tied him to a tree with his arms secured from behind the tree and his legs were tied spread slightly. Let’s just say he was tied in such a way as to give the full Monty to passing pedestrians and motorists. He was no more than ten feet from the sidewalk that passed our house. For the first ten minutes or so he wrestled with the ropes trying to get loose, but to no avail. Steven posted a sign above Anthony’s head that simply read, “Go ahead, you can feel it”. Occasionally I’d peek out the living room window to see how he was doing and I can truly say several of the neighborhood kids took the opportunity to do just that—boys and girls of all ages rubbing, squeezing, pulling and slapping his parts. It was so cute and so exhilarating for me to watch them. I left him out there for about two hours.   He was photographed by adults who were amused by his situation. Shoot, I’ll bet more than one passing motorist used their cell phone camera to record his situation. He was introduced to our neighborhood and the public in general very abruptly. Picture it. A nude really good looking eleven year old with a prize winning schlong sticking straight out hard as a rock from above a bulbous ball sack tied to a tree and completely helpless. What’s not to like?

I know that Roger was a little bit perturbed when I told him what I did, but Anthony asked for it. When, I told him about Anthony’s telling me he wouldn’t mow the lawn, Roger said I should have waited and he would have taken the belt to him. Maybe what I did was a little harsh, but, let’s just say I had no further trouble with getting him to mow the lawn in the nude any more. All I had to do was threaten him with Steven and Chuck coming over to tie him up for awhile and he was more than cooperative.

I know it sounds like and you would expect that once exposing him to the general public was cleared by Dr. Angie, I’d just strip the boy and make him remain nude all the time. Well, not so. I really liked making him disrobe at my whim and exposing him all the time would definitely lead to him acclimating to being a nude spectacle and would, in effect, gradually shut down his embarrassment and humiliation. So I did keep him clothed much of the time, minimally clothed, but clothed. The summer of his eleventh year, when Dr. Angie cleared public exposure, he had a wardrobe of three or four pairs of the athletic shorts, the short ones with the elastic waist—old fashioned gym shorts, if you will. He also had a button shirt and three or four t-shirts, flip flops, athletic shoes, and even a couple of pairs of socks, but absolutely no underwear. So he did have some covering available.

One of the unique memories was the first visit to the beach after the public exposure okay was given. I remember getting Joey into his bathing suit and telling Anthony to wear shorts and flip flops.   When we got there and I put the blanket out, Joey high-tailed it to the water as did Anthony. I had to call him back and tell him to remove his shorts before he went swimming. His shocked look at such a suggestion gave me the distinct feel of heightened anticipation. I couldn’t wait to see his penis flopping around as others stared and captured images of him romping on their cell phones. I loved the excitement. After fifteen minutes of Anthony’s best arguments, the naked eleven year old ran to the water and waded until he was waist deep. His condition did not go unnoticed. Many folks began shouting and point at him. They all waited anticipating his return to the shoreline.

To further make the point, I’ll share a quick story. In late July of that year, we had some new neighbors move in three houses down. As was the custom of suburbia, I decided to stop by and introduce myself and welcome the folks to the neighborhood. When I rang the bell I was greeted by a cute little eight or nine year old girl. She was followed to the door by her mother, who introduced herself as Marilyn Hoffer. She then invited my shorts and flip flop clad son, Anthony, his more fully clothed brother Joey, and me to come in. She beckoned her son Mark to come for introductions. Turns out Mark and Mandy, her kids were eight year old twins. Good for Joey playmate wise, not so good for Anthony. I remember how polite and well behaved my boys were as we entered the kitchen. The kids went down to the rec room while Marilyn and I visited at the kitchen table. Her husband Bill was a stock broker and was at his office.

We were interrupted by Mark who wanted to know if they, the kids, could go out and swim. The house was one of the only neighborhood homes with a built in pool. My kids knew it well as the prior owners had older girls and were quite recluse, and the neighborhood kids were in effect persona non grata. Anyway, when the other three kids joined Mark for extra support, Marilyn asked me if it would be okay. My response was that neither of them had brought suits. She offered one of Marks for Joey. It was quite apparent they wouldn’t fit Anthony. But, you and I know that wouldn’t matter anyway, because, momentarily, Anthony was going to become better acquainted with these folks than even I was. Marilyn apologized and said they could wait if Anthony wanted to run home and get a suit. It was then I suggested Anthony could just skinny dip. Marilyn took pause, Anthony blushed and gulped and the kids paid absolutely no attention to the remark.   As it turned out the term “skinny dip” was unknown to the two Hoffer kids. It wouldn’t be for long, though. Marilyn was then informed of Anthony’s therapy and though politely reluctant suggested we do whatever we thought was proper. I told Joey to go with Mark and borrow a suit, and all but Anthony went to change. I told Anthony to take off the shorts so he could go swimming. In an effort to avoid the embarrassment he told me he didn’t want to go swimming. Of course, that just strengthened my resolve. I told him he’d play with the other kids and they wanted to swim, so he was to lose the shorts. Reluctantly, he pulled them down and off and handed them to me. Marilyn did the usual double take at the sight of Anthony’s prominent boy piece. She didn’t say anything, but you could tell that five in erection was interesting to her.

Shortly, the other three returned to the kitchen clad in their suits. There stood Anthony, naked as the day he was born.   He knew the drill and didn’t even attempt covering. Needless to say, the twins were shocked and stood there with their mouths agape. Joey, of course, was used to his brother being nude and didn’t even bat an eye. It was Mandy who broke the ice with her suggestion that maybe Anthony could borrow one of her brother’s bathing suits too. I told her that Anthony swam naked and it was then the whole skinny dipping term became a part of her vocabulary. The kid just stood there staring, as did her brother, at Anthony’s penis. He was so embarrassed and red in the face, I started my arousal. Marilyn jumped up and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen off the counter and called her kids over to her chair. She began coating them with the SP30. Mandy kept her head turned to watch Anthony the whole time her mother rubbed it on her. Then came Mark who stood dutifully while he was protected. Marilyn then offered the tube to me and I coated Joey. I called Anthony over to my chair and began coating him. Mandy had moved so she could continue to stare at Anthony’s package. I was amused. It was then I offered Mandy the tube and asked if she’d like to put the sunscreen on Anthony’s boy parts. She jumped at the chance. Her mother though stopped her, and asked me if that wouldn’t be too much for Anthony. My response was that it would be good for his therapy and Marilyn nodded to let her daughter do the job. I remember her rubbing Anthony’s erection and then making sure his scrotum was fully covered. I was getting rather horny at that point and in order to keep the feeling, told Mandy to make sure the boy’s circumcised head was covered really well. The kid obliged.

Marilyn then offered to have her son strip as well, so Anthony wouldn’t be so self-conscious. Mark balked a bit when he heard that. I mentioned it would be better for Anthony if he were made to be the solo nude kid for a few visits, before she started stripping her son. I also made it clear that Mandy should never be made to swim naked while my kids were there as it was more important for a girl to maintain her modesty. Marilyn agreed whole-heartedly and said Mandy would never be told to swim nude.

After they went to the pool, Marilyn confessed she’d have liked to apply the sunscreen to Anthony’s package using the term “well hung”. I invited her to do it in a half hour or so because the first coat would have worn off by then. She did. I also took advantage of the situation to suggest anytime my boys were at her house, she was to make Anthony swim nude. What really got a smile was the suggestion that she or her kids could explore his body anytime the wished. A half hour later she was handling Anthony’s package herself. It gave me a whole lot of pleasure to watch.

As the month went on, Marilyn called almost everyday to have the boys come and swim. I let the both go. In Anthony’s case, I made him go. He tried everything he could to get out of the visits, but I forced him to go. On the fourth day, Marilyn called with a concerned tone. Apparently, Mark caved and decided he would feel Anthony’s penis. She felt that would be perceived by me to be a queer thing. I quickly put her at ease and explained it was okay for her son to explore Anthony’s penis and testicles at his whim and Anthony was required to allow it. She explained it was plain that, though Anthony didn’t like it, he had succumbed to Mark’s touching. I was somewhat surprised as Anthony was so humiliated by forced nudity and despised it when I ordered Joey to rub his brother’s phallic region.

Two weeks into the daily swims, Mark was made to swim naked as well. When I found out, I then made Joey comply too. With both Joey and Mark swimming naked, Anthony felt a little better, but still didn’t want to go. I continued to make him. I visited for coffee one morning and the two younger boys were running around the pool deck while Anthony was neck deep in the water and just holding that position. It was his way of covering up as much as he could. Occasionally, he’d make a surface dive and his bare ass would crest above the water. If he knew his hole was clearly visible when he did that, he’d have stopped. I didn’t tell him. All the while Mandy ran around oblivious to the boys’ nudity. I guess she just got used to the scene. She still would want to apply sunscreen and cop a touch now and then, but now she had three penises to play with not just one.

This past year the boy was twelve. He was on the cusp of puberty. That meant some growth in length and girth of his boy member. His ball sack illustrated some major changes as well. No hair, but definite growth in size of both boy parts. He was self-conscious about that. I was excited because my pleasure of humiliating him became a bit stronger. Dr. Angie extended his program and said she’d re-evaluate after the onset of pubic hair. I was convinced if any showed up during that year, that’s what razors were invented for.   Much to my delight none developed.

One of my more interesting awakenings is that young boys are really into homosexual exploration with each other. This seems to be true through puberty. I say this because I was fortunate enough to watch as several little boys Anthony’s age and younger as they played with his penis and ball sack. Of course, his brother Joey took the lead and offered many suggestions of things to do. I had a strong feeling that he and his brother were more expert at these things than I had known.

Specifically, I was amused when they were all gathered round as Joey shoved a rather large magic marker up his brother’s ass cover first. Just the thought of that cover forcefully scratching its way past the soft membrane made me cringe and long for more at the same time. Of course, the other four boys laughed and begged “I wanna try, I wanna try!” Each did get a chance to do the same to Anthony who surprisingly took it with just some grunting as the tube was pushed in. It was really cute. One of the kids was really intrigued as the tube was withdrawn from Anthony’s anus. He shouted, “Look there’s turds all over it.”

The boys I happened to observe were all six to twelve years old. They batted Anthony’s boner around, tugged on it, and even squeezed his balls. I couldn’t believe it. These kids either knew what they were doing and just wanted to embarrass Anthony, or they were oblivious to the effects such behavior would have on their own equipment.

They caught me watching from a hallway and quickly stopped their play. Immediately, they burst into lies about what was going on and tried to cover up their activities. I simply said, “You don’t have to hide to feel each other’s bodies, you can do it in the open in our house.   Nothing is a secret. You can all run naked here if you wish, but you should ask your mother or have me call them to make sure it’s all right.” All of a sudden a couple of them had to go home. Although to his credit, eight year old Chris Jenkins asked me to call his mother and see if he could be naked too. That was a surprise, because even Joey wasn’t making any effort to disrobe. So I made the call. Marsha Jenkins provided another surprise telling me Chris ran around naked and partially naked at home too. She was trying to make him a little more modest. I explained our problem with Anthony and she changed her mind about more modesty. I guess there are some mothers out there who still feel boys should have some modicum of modesty. But, you and I know they don’t and shouldn’t. To make a long story short, after Marsha granted permission, Chris stripped. He was a pretty well -endowed kid himself. But, he was nowhere near as long as Anthony’s. He was uncircumcised and his foreskin made it look close in length. His little boner was respectable enough, probably four inches or so. At any rate, it was longer than Joey’s.

Chris was a bit of a novelty. Neither of my boys had ever seen an uncircumcised penis, so I led them on a little mechanics lesson using Chris’ erection as the model. I slid the foreskin back to expose his almost red pecker head and Joey’s eyes nearly popped out. This then led to a discussion about why they were different. We discussed circumcision. I then went back to doing my laundry and I could hear the boys in the next room as they played with each other’s boy parts.

That Chris was a little worldlier than Anthony or Joey. He actually introduced both of my son’s to being sucked. I was hot just listening to them discuss the procedure. I had to find a way to watch as well. It was just too arousing to not be able to watch the session. I walked into the rec room and Chris quickly retracted his lips from Anthony’s cock. I asked him what he was doing and he just said nothing.   I told him if he wanted to do things to my boy’s penises like suck them or chew on them he could go ahead and do it. He and my boys giggled nervously. Then I said, “No Chris you were sucking on Anthony’s penis. You don’t have to stop just because I came in here. Go ahead, don’t let me stop you.” The kid shrugged his shoulders and put the penis back in his mouth. I think he thought I was the coolest mother in the world. After that Joey told Chris he wanted to suck his and so he did. It was cute watching the boys play. I only wish I could have shared those experiences with the other mothers. I kind of knew Roger wouldn’t be too keen about it, so I didn’t mention it. I figured if he happened upon the boys doing such things, I’d handle it then.

Somewhere around here is the mini sd card with the video of the “suck-a-thon” on it. Sometimes I plug it in and just arouse myself watching and imagining I’m coaching the kids involved.

I guess I was intrigued that so many little boys were intent on fondling and exploring the bodies of other little boys. I mean for years I told my sons that there wasn’t anything there that they didn’t have. But I only said that because I thought I was expected to do so. I’d have just as soon encouraged them so I could watch. I was so interested I asked Dr. Angie during one of Anthony’s visits. She told me that children are naturally into comparisons. They are interested in how they stack up in many ways and one of those ways is in comparing sex organs.   She said anuses were especially of interest as they couldn’t see or explore their own. Penises were more comparative and boys tended to try things on each other they were unable or too scared to try on themselves. She insisted it was perfectly normal. She also said not allowing or condemning such behavior just made it more enticing to the kids. They’d continue to do it, but they would hide behind the garage. And, you know how that would not fit my needs. She didn’t have to say to me it would be much better to allow it in the open. All I can say is normal or not, I loved to watch sex play sessions. For the life of me I don’t know why parents in our culture are so uptight about it. Speaking as one mother in that culture, I believe it’s because have been taught to think of it as a nasty, sinful pastime. In those cultures where it’s normal and kids engage in it openly, they seem to develop normally. Dr. Angie said often boys do mean things to each other’s sexual equipment and backsides, but they tend to stop each other short of injuring anyone. She said thus the term “grab ass”. Again, I could watch the kids grab assing for hours.

There is absolutely nothing more exciting than a room full of eight to twelve year old nude boys exploring each other being watched by and fondled at the whim of fully clothed girls of the same age. I can say from experience the girls love it too. Over the years the parents of other boys have gotten wind of the situation at my house and surprisingly have agreed to include their boys in naked activities when they visit. Whenever possible if it’s a mixed group, I like to let the girls strip the boys, or at the very least, vote on whether to make the boys naked or allow them to be clothed for the day. I have yet to have them vote to let the boys continue to wear clothes. Every time the vote is unanimous to keep them nude all day. When they aren’t playing with the boys’ bodies, the girls often coach the boys as to what to do to each other. There is rarely a flaccid penis in the crowd. It’s hard-on city. I’m getting excited just thinking about those events. Perhaps I’ll share some of those experiences in other confessions, but you can imagine eleven and twelve year old girls practicing female domination over like aged naked boys.

Well, here comes Joey. I think I’ll bare his little ass and take him for a walk. I just wanted to share some of my perceptions about my sons and displaying their bodies to the public at large. I’m really proud of them and showing them off embarrasses them. Embarrassing them gets me kind of horny. Lucky Roger.

(The End)