Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother Part 10

By Running Bare
runningbare@anonymousspeech.com

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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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Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother Part 10 - Making the Cut
By, Running Bare

I am the mother to two kids. Jeff is a ten year old boy. His sister, Meagan, is almost twelve. I started my family as a rebellion against my own parents. I was pregnant with Meagan when I was a sophomore in high school. Jeff was a “graduation present” when he arrived almost two years later. Neither of the fathers was much older than me. Needless to say my mother and father wanted to disown me. I think they’d have gotten me “fixed”, if they had the authority to do so.

When my Jeff was born I didn’t have him cut. Truthfully, as a teen mother, I’d never seen a circumcised penis. My brothers were “intact” and the boys who impregnated me were covered, so I didn’t understand what circumcision truly was and I wasn’t going to, “roll the dice”. On top of that, the kid was gifted down there if you know what I mean. His little wiener must have been three inches long when he was born and the foreskin even made it look longer. So, I’d have to say vanity played a bit of a role in my decision back then.

Ever since the boy was potty trained, I have made him not only sleep nude, but I often strip him and make him stay nude sometimes for the full day. Meagan and her friends and I loved the show, and, in the girls’ case, they loved the exploration opportunity. You know a few of those girls had never felt a boy’s penis or scrotum before they entertained themselves with Jeff’s? I’m a firm believer that boys don’t need to develop modesty, and, I must say, I do like making sure he has none of those nasty tan lines cluttering the view.

As years have gone by, many of my son’s friends’ circumcised tools have been a curiosity not only to me but also to Jeff and Meagan. When I’d put them in the tub and bathe them, I’d encourage them to examine each other. Until this past year my eleven year old daughter Meagan or I still bathed Jeff. And, if his friends stayed overnight one of us would bathe the visiting boy too. (You know as well as I do that boys are infamous for not bathing properly.) Meagan and I used to get tickled when we’d soap up our hands and wash their boy parts. We spend a lot of time making sure their penises and scrotums were clean (and between you and me, hard as a rock) by the time we finished. We also both found it more convenient to wash those circumcised heads as there was no fumbling with the foreskin like we had to do with Jeff’s.

My naked Jeff and his usually pajama or underwear clad friends resumed their play after the bath. I continue to love to watch the visiting boy try to coyly cop a feel of Jeff’s package. Who can fault them? It is pretty impressively long for a ten year old, and his foreskin covered penis is a novelty item to them. Back then, the circumcised boy usually ended up slipping the foreskin up and down or pinching the tip of it and stretching it out until Jeff complained. In either case Jeff’s penis usually stiffened making itself more prominent and I loved seeing that. Sometimes the visitor asked why Jeff’s was “different”. I ended up having to explain that to them.

I remember when Meagan first planted the idea of getting Jeff cut like his friends. She admitted that most of her friends were amused pulling his foreskin back and forth when they spent an overnight. But, she said the ones with brothers would always ask, “Why’s his like that?” I guess circumcision is a lot more common here than I thought. She also made the remark that she liked the way the soft bluish pink of their “mushroom shaped” heads contrasted with their flesh colored shafts. She said she did enjoy feeling Jeff’s friends’ mushroom tips when she bathed them and squeezing them to open their pee slits.

On more than one occasion when his friends’ mothers stopped to pick up their sons, they’d see Jeff parading around nude and comment about the neatness of their sons’ circumcisions. It is kind of remarkable to me that those other mothers didn’t bat an eye when I told them I made Jeff stay naked as much as I possibly could. One kid’s mother actually lifted Jeff’s erect penis and played with the foreskin like she was just examining him. When she realized I was in the room, she abruptly dropped it and acted embarrassed to have been caught. I told her to go ahead and play with it, his sister and I did.

Anyway, with all the focus on is foreskin, I must admit the idea of watching Jeff get his peter cut at this age was secretly inviting to me too. Am I sadistic? Maybe a little, but for me it would also be like changing the furniture around for a different look, or a breast enhancement to attract more attention. But down deep I must confess to thinking it might literally cut my little male down to size, and that was an exciting concept.

I explored the idea with Jeff’s friends’ mothers and a couple of my friends. One of them whose son was circumcised said to leave it alone. She felt the emotional trauma he might suffer might be too much. I knew different, she just liked playing with it when Jeff spent the night at her house. On the other hand, two others agreed with me that it looked cleaner and could be kept cleaner if I had it done to him.

Meagan and I ran the idea by Jeff. He was adamant about not having someone cut him “down there”, even if he’d be more like his friends. Besides, the kid is deathly afraid of needles. I told him we could have the doctor put him out and when he woke up, “Bam it’d be gone” and he’d look just like his friends Scott, Mike and Mark. He insisted against it.

Now, many of you parents out there would allow that to be the final word. But, for me, the idea of watching his wiener being cut really was getting me horny. To this day, I wonder if it was my way of getting even with his father, or for that matter Meagan’s father, in absentia. Regardless, I was dead set on having him trimmed.

On the Monday after the conversation with Jeff, I called a nurse practitioner that I had known for many years. She was all on board with circumcising him. She admitted she had only observed the operation and Jeff would be her first, but “everyone has to have a first” and my Jeff was to be it. I did ask if Meagan and a friend or two of hers could assist in the operation. Michelle was on board with the idea. She said they would help by having him pop a boner and it would make it easier to accomplish. “You realize when his little red nub heals it’ll be soft pink and always on display don’t you?” No more of the wet look!” I did. After all I’d been exposed to enough of them when we washed his little friends.

The nurse practitioner also explained at his age there would be some tissue separation necessary to separate the foreskin from the glans where it was bonded or he’d end up with only half of his head exposed. She’d know more when she examined him if I decided to have him cut. This tidbit of information caused me to spend the evening in front of the television with my naked son draped across my lap as I explored his erect penis by pulling the foreskin back as far as I could to see how much of the head I could expose. I must admit the further back I slid the hood, the tighter the fit. I tried to expose the cleft his little friends had behind their glans, but it was not as prominent as theirs were. This concerned me because I really like that clean cleft between the head and shaft to be prominent.

When I informed Margie, my 23 year old nurse friend, I decided to have her take off the boy’s foreskin, she was delighted. As I said it was to be her first attempt at doing that sort of thing and she looked forward to it. Frankly, I was excited as well knowing that his sister and two or her friends would be allowed to help do it. I just wanted to watch and record the event both on video and still images. Just recalling it is making me hot. I did bring up a summary of my exploration of Jeff’s penis the night before and how I wanted to make sure the cut was clean and bared his whole glans. Margie assured me that she would work on it to meet my expectations as best she could. She told me that she would be aggressive in cutting it back. This is when Margie told me about some sort of device called a Smart Klamp she was planning on using. She assured me the operation wouldn’t be as bloody or dangerous as it would if she did it “free hand”.

Anyway, I wanted it done here in my bedroom. Margie wasn’t as positive about that as I had hoped. She brought up a few things. First, we needed to find a way to secure him to the bed with his legs spread as far apart as we could. In her office she had a special examination table with straps to secure kids in the desire position. She was concerned about him fighting and wiggling around during the cut. Before agreeing to the home visit, she asked if I would mind if he was put out for the operation. She was willing to administer a mild sedative before the cut. I wasn’t big on the idea. I wanted to watch the apprehension in Jeff’s eyes and on his face during the process and having him under or even partially under might take that away. Truth be told, I was about having it done without even a local. You know, cut it off without deadening anything. The girls agreed, but Margie was skeptical and refused to do it without numbing the area. Just as I surmised, she said I was just trying to punish his maleness to get back at his father. I think part of that might have been true.

Margie listed my preparation chores. I had to find a way to strap the boy securely to my bed. He had to be on his back and his legs needed to be fully spread so they were out of the way. That meant I had to purchase leather straps or a strong rope. His abdomen and his upper legs had to be secured in place to limit wiggling at his hips. Wait why not let the girls hold him? They wanted a role in the procedure. I could secure his arms to the posts on the head board using ropes or straps. If I did the same with his ankles tying to each of the posts on the foot board, he’d be spread eagle. Cute! Then one of the girls could drape across his abdomen and the other two could each be responsible for securing one of his thighs. Oh, sweet! But, I so wanted one of them, preferably Meagan, to do some of the cutting. This thought—having her cut him—really got my libido warmed up. Just imagining it made me want to break to masturbate. Hearing him cry out as she made the cut would be music to my ears. But, alas the latter part was not to be. Margie insisted on injecting his penis with a local before she’d do it.

One chore was quite interesting. I had to watch two video presentations online prior to the big day. Margie insisted the girls and I needed to get that information.

So that night Meagan and two of her friends joined me in watching them. I had thought about making Jeff watch them too, but it would make it impossible for me to keep him calm until it happened. God only knows what he’d do if he had any idea such a thing was planned. So I didn’t share the YouTube presentations with him and I forbade the girls from sharing any information at all.

Even so, as hard as I tried, I think Jeff was suspicious on the big day. As was required of him most all the time, on that chilly fall day, he was in his athletic shorts with no underwear. The kid’s legs were so shapely and full, I had long since decided he’d not wear long pants for any reason. He hated it especially during the very cold winter months, but “too bad”. I’m still his mother. Besides, I’d read somewhere, it would toughen him up. I did let him wear long sleeved shirts, sweatshirts and coats to keep his upper body warm and even ankle length white socks to keep his feet warm. I didn’t care so much about his testes or his penis. Shrinkage is cute. On that day, my dress code meant there would be less to remove for the up and coming celebration—his “coming out” party.

He wanted to go to his friend’s house and I told him he had to stay home. He asked the usual kid question. “Why?” My response the usual as well, “Because, I said so!”

While Meagan was gone rounding up her girlfriends, I changed the bed sheets and gathered the restraints. Jeff, still pouting about not being able to go to his friend’s, had settled down in the living room to watch cartoons on TV. As I walked by to check on him, I could see his scrotum peeking out from under the legs of his shorts as he sat cross legged on the floor. No matter how often I see that, it’s still cute. I considered views like that very captivating as did most of his friends, their mothers, my friends and most of the girls in the neighborhood. Sometimes, when he was preoccupied, he’d have that foreskin and an inch or two of his shaft peeking out past the hemline as well. Often he’d sit unconsciously pulling on his foreskin. When his attention was reoriented to what was going on around him, he’d realize his bird escaped the coup, blush wildly, push it back in and pull his shorts tight against his legs. Observers would generally laugh. Anyway, there he sat completely unsuspecting. While I stared at the sight, the thought came to me that in a few short days his unwrapped glans would be peeking out as well. I couldn’t wait.

Margie arrived before Meagan and her friends were back. She had a little leather gym bag with her tools encased inside. She and I went to the kitchen for coffee leaving Jeff still glued to the television. As we chatted Margie described what she was going to be doing. She was anxious to get started, but I told her she had to await the little girls’ arrival as they wanted to help. I took her upstairs to my bedroom and showed her the restraint system. It all looked acceptable to her.

As we discussed it, I tried once again to ask her to skip the local anesthetic. I wanted to watch him squirm. And, if it was as quick as she said it would be, a little pain would make it more exciting to me but it’d be over fast for Jeff. She declined my idea. She assured me he’d squirm even if he couldn’t feel it. “Any male is going to try to protect his genitals when he knows someone is out to change them. Trust me it’s a law of nature. Rest assured he’ll squirm and even cry anyway.”

Just thinking about it was making me hot.

Meagan arrived with two of her best friends. One of them was so tickled she asked Margie if she was really going to cut Jeff’s “thing”. She was reassured that, yes, that was the plan for the day. The kid just responded by rubbing her hands together and giggling anxiously. Margie finished her coffee and said, “Well, let’s get on with it.”

I went to my bedroom and called down to Jeff. He bitched about being bothered to leave his precious cartoons, but came reluctantly anyway. When he entered the bedroom I was the only one present and I told him to remove his shorts and lie down on the bed on his back. He, of course, asked why. I told him I needed to check his penis for something. Naturally that brought another question, “what?” I swatted his ass and told him to pull off the shorts and do as he was told. He continued to question what was going on. I told him to just do it, and I punctuated the order with another swat on his ass. He persisted. I got pissed and just yanked down his boxers. He stood there with a still relaxed pecker. Again, I ordered him on the bed and he complied with a concerned look on his face. I took his right wrist and stretched his arm over to a rope I’d attached to the bed post. Suddenly the concerned look shifted to one of fright.

“What’s this for? Why are you tying me to the bed?”

I didn’t answer. After securing his right arm, I grabbed his left wrist and did the same. Jeff started to cry. “Just relax, Jeff. I need to see if you can get out of it. It’ll be fun.” He continued to cry and struggled slightly as his now secured arms. The girls were then summoned to the room. I told them to tie his ankles to the ropes secured to the footboard and they did. He flopped around trying to resist their excited grasps. His attempts were not successful. Once he was spread eagle, I told Meagan she and her friends needed to massage his boy parts to get him more relaxed. He wiggled violently while the girls began to fondle his penis and testicles. His dick quickly hardened. Then Crystal, one of the “nurse’s assistants”, asked, “Is this what we’re going to cut off?” as she slid his foreskin back and forth. “Or are we going to cut this red part off?” pointing at his wet penis head. With that, Jeff became fully informed about the procedure and began begging me not to let that happen.

Margie came into the room and started to unpack her bag. She tried to reassure Jeff that it wouldn’t hurt a bit. Her words did little to put the boy at ease.

Not having her question answered by me, Crystal asked her question again. Margie answered, “No only the skin around the red part. We’re going to cut it right off and Jeff won’t even feel a thing. When we’re done he’ll look just like his friends.” She winked at me and whispered, “Only a little bit longer.” Everyone was impressed with the length of the boy’s penis.

Margie pulled out the syringe and a small vial of the local. The sight of the syringe brought on a ballistic response from Jeff. He was scared to death of injections. “Why’s she got that?” He said nervously between sobs.

“Jeff, this is going to make it so when I cut the skin off, you won’t feel it.”

“NOOOO!!! I don’t want you to cut the skin off.”

“Well, that’s not up to you. It’s your mother’s choice and she’s chosen for you to not have it anymore.” Margie tried to be diplomatic, but it wasn’t working.

“NOOOOO!!!! Mom, please! I want my penis to stay the way it is.’ He begged as he whined.

“Jeff, you’re just scared. It’ll be over before you know it.” Margie confidently responded as she snapped her latex gloves on. Then she grabbed the vial and started pulling the liquid into the syringe right before the boy’s panicked eyes. She squeezed a little out of the needle tip to remove any air that might have gotten into the syringe. “Now, you two girls need to hold his legs right up here by his peepee. Meagan and Crystal each grabbed a thigh placing their hands in a position so their fingertips were touching the bottom of Jeff’s scrotum. His boner was sticking up like the mast on a ship. “Katie, you need to lie across his tummy so he can’t move.” Before she could do so, Jeff started to buck violently. He struggled to get free. I slapped the upper part of his leg and told him to settle down.

Margie took his stiff shaft in hand and began to inject around the tip with the anesthetic. As the needle pierced his shaft just below the glans he screamed. You’d have thought she was making a major incision. Then she stuck the needle in at the base of his penis. As she wiggled the needle around under the skin, Jeff continued to scream and tried to buck violently. Margie put the syringe in her portable sharps container and took out the betadine. Pouring the orange liquid on a piece of gauze she pulled his foreskin back and liberally applied it to the glans. Then she coated the outside of his penis as he continued to wiggle and plead.

Grabbing his penis head, she asked, “Jeff can you feel this?” and she poked his penis head with the needle. He wasn’t cooperating. He was still crying and screaming and begging. “Jeff, now stop! Do you feel this?” she jabbed him again. Still Jeff didn’t cooperate with an answer. Margie slid the foreskin back and stuck a sizing gauge over the tip a couple of times. “I have to find out what size clamp to use.”

I couldn’t stand it. “Margie, just start peeling. If it hurts, it hurts.” She shrugged her shoulders and grabbed the foreskin on either side with forceps and, one at a time, locked them in place. Then she actually pulled the foreskin back over the penis head to check how free it was of the head itself. She gave the skin a tug backwards and seemed happy with what she saw. Then inserting the tip of another forcep under the foreskin she opened it spreading the skin away from his red head. “The tissue won’t be too hard to remove. It isn’t too bonded. We ought to be able to cut for a clean head.” I was ecstatic.

“Jeff, we’re going to use something that makes this a safe operation. It’s called a Smart Klamp. It has to stay on your penis for five days while it heals, but there’s no need for stitching and the frenulum, a special part of your penis, will not accidentally be cut.” She took out a plastic envelope and, when she opened it, a tube and plastic brace of some sort fell onto the green surgical towel she’d placed beside Jeff’s hip. As I recorded her every move, she stretched the foreskin of his penis forward as far as she could and marked around the now evident cleft I was looking for. “We want to put this line around the foreskin to know where the cutting line will be.” Then she slid his foreskin back and placed the clear tube over the head of his penis and rolled the foreskin over the outside of the tube. It looked to me like the reverse of apply a condom. I was really getting excited at that point. Marcie wiggled the tube until I could see the lip of it elevating the mark she’d drawn on Jeff’s foreskin. Next the white brace was put over the plastic tube. With the forceps she tightened the skin against the plastic tube so her mark was just visible. Then she twisted the brace. I heard a snap. The girls were mesmerized.

Marcie picked up the scalpel from the green towel and rather quickly ran it around inside the clamp. Then after a quick upward cut she picked up the forceps and handed them to Meagan. “Here, Honey, you can snip the across the little band there.” Meagan snipped across the collar of skin and Margie removed the foreskin. “Let’s put this over here on the towel. Your mother might want to put it in your baby book, Jeff.”

With a little gauze she dabbed up a small amount of blood. “He’s done! I’ll be back in five or six days to remove the clamp, but until then he has to wear it. He can just pee down the tube when he has to go. Whoever washes him should avoid pulling on the device. I do want someone to clean the area and apply some of this antibiotic cream around the cut three times a day. After he heals and we remove the Smart Klamp, his little head will be pink and the skin here at the cut will recede a little more. But he’s done for now.”

“See, Jeff, now you’re the same as your friends.” I tried to reason after the fact.

“It’d be a good idea to keep him naked at least until I come back to remove the clamp. The air should help heal the area and dry out the glans a bit.”

Jeff, of course, begged not to have to. I told him the contraption wouldn’t fit in his pants so he would (to my delight) spend the next week completely naked at all times. The attending girls were all smiles and Crystal was even brash enough to ask if they could bring friends over to see his “thing”. I was really happy to say they could bring anyone they wanted to see it. Jeff started to cry again while begging me “Please, Mom, no. Pleazzzzz.”

I loved it when he begged not to be humiliated. It made me really horny to tell him he had to be on display to whomever.

That evening I settled on the couch which I’d covered with an old bed sheet to avoid unsightly stains from his hole or from any seepage that might come from cut around his penis. His legs were splayed allowing his rather lengthy appendage encased in the contraption to hang loose. It was cute. Where he’d had an asparagus spear he now had a long stemmed mushroom in a box. He’d reach down to examine it and I’d have to tell him to keep his hands off so it didn’t get infected. What worked best was telling him “If it gets infected they might to cut the whole thing off!” I knew that wasn’t true but it sure helped getting him to leave it alone.

The mothers of Jeff’s friends each stopped by to inspect the job. To a person they’d never see such a clamp. One referred to it as his “peepee cage”. He was very bashful about having those women, as well as he knew them, lifting his penis to get a closer look, but he knew better than to object. I loved making him succumb to their examinations. His little friends weren’t curtailed in examining it either. They still tried to sneak a finger down the tube to get a feel of his soft glans. I, of course, watched from a hidden vantage point and didn’t discourage them. I doubted they would cause an infection. What the heck the naked boy with the weird contraption latched onto his well-endowed penis was a curiosity to me, my grown female friends and acquaintances, and to Meagan and her friends as well. Why wouldn’t it be to the other boys?

He wore that “cage” around his penis and garnered a great deal of attention from people I knew and some I didn’t. The only difference is the folks I knew weren’t shy about fiddling around with the plastic. When I took the kids to the beach, his contraption got a lot of cellphone shots. One guy asked if he could get a closeup. I didn’t mind. A lot of folks mumble something about Jeff being a little young for a chastity belt. That tickled me. It gave a whole new interpretation for the contraption.

A week later Marcie showed up, and cut through the top of the clamp. It came right off. She had to gently cut and coax the clear plastic tube from the foreskin remnant. The device left a line of black skin encircling the head. “This is necrotic tissue and it will fall off over the next few days and everything should look normal at that point. You know for as long as his penis is, his glans is exceptionally shaped and,” she lifted it up, “the frenulum is really neatly attached. Cute penis. Jeff, you can play with it now and it won’t hurt anything. So can you, Meagan. Really anyone can play with it.”

I liked hearing that. Jeff didn’t.

For the next two years, I kept Jeff naked as much as possible. He never was allowed long pants or underwear. Oh, he’d come home from school and beg me to let him at least have longer shorts, but I wouldn’t think of it. I wanted everyone to be familiar with his well-endowed boy parts. I supposed now that he’s entering puberty I’ll have to ease up a bit, but I must admit I’m glad I had him cut. Secretly, I think he is too. Now he’s the same as his friends.

(The End)