More Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother

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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Roger and I continued the prescribed therapy for Anthony, but also applied it to Joey. We even sent the two of them out in the snow naked. As you can well imagine New Hampshire winters are pretty chilly and the snow was often up to their asses. But I read somewhere it was good for their immune system and behavior to do so. So I made them play outside for an hour and a half daily during the winter, even when the temperatures were twenty degrees and below. It was kind of cute. At first Joey would giggle as he romped through the snow and Anthony would find ways to try to hide. Of course, the result of the snow romps, especially when they were icing those ball sacks, was max shrinkage. I only worried once or twice they might get frostbite on those little peckers and grapes. They didn’t though. The really funny thing was Joey’s penis would retreat to just a nub sitting on top of a really tight red little scrotum. Anthony’s would actually shrink but never more than two inches. His balls would tighten to form a peach sized bulge. I loved denying them entrance to the house when they got cold. They had to do the full hour and a half (or longer when I reset the timer just for fun). I made them lie belly down in the snow for fifteen minutes before I’d give them the warmth of the house. Their discomfort was a turn on to me. Making their male organs hurt a little really got me worked up. So did feeling their hard cold asses when they’d first come in. They’d stand in the kitchen all pink and shivering as their bodies returned to room temperature. Their butt cheeks were hard as rocks and freezing to my touch. God, they were soooo cute that way. They were literally a couple of little “boysicles”. In fact Marilyn, from down the street would come to visit for coffee and she’d say, “You know what would go good with a cup of coffee?” I’d always ask what. She’d say, “Some boysicles!” and we’d send our naked Anthony, Joey and Mark out to play in the snow while we watched with our coffee. She’d want to rub their boy parts to warm them back up.

Speaking of Mother Nature’s effects on naked boys, did you know boys penises and scrotums tan as quickly and dark as the rest of their skin? I mean even the heads of those little wieners appeared to tan. Guess I never thought of it until we started the nude thing with Anthony and his little brother Joey. Those two boys really bronzed up three seasons out of each of these past few years.

On Anthony’s twelfth birthday he invited eight of his friends over to the house for the day and a sleep over. These kids were a lively group ranging in age from ten through thirteen years of age. I took the liberty to invite Ellen the thirteen year old next door and she brought a couple of her friends as well. Roger rented a trampoline. You know the big ones with the screen surrounding it to protect the kids from falling off. We also set up a slip and slide which terminated in a small pool as well as the lawn sprinkler. It was going to be a great day.

Prior to the boys’ arrival I called each parent and told them about the activities. I also told them my boys would be playing nude the whole day and I would prefer that their boys did too. Every one of the mothers was quick to jump on board with the request except one. Tommy Randolph’s mother was a bit put out. “You mean the boys will be running around totally nude the whole day?” I explained they would if they were playing in the water. She then followed with, “Well, what’s wrong with them wearing bathing suits? Why do they have to be naked?” Frankly, I was getting pissed off. The mother of an eleven year old boy shouldn’t be so concerned about his modesty. Right or wrong I told her that if Tommy was coming he could wear his bathing suit, but none of the other boys would be wearing a stitch, and, if her cherub was too modest to do the same he have to put up with the other boys’ teasing. She said she’d have to think about it. Now I ask, are the rest of the mothers and me the weird ones or is it a woman who doesn’t like making her son flaunt his boyhood?

When the big day arrived, Marilyn from down the street made her son, Mark, walk to our house naked as the day he was born. I mean right down the sidewalk facing the traffic. She really was “feeling” the same stuff I did when I first began publicly exposing my boys. When he arrived he was sporting a little woody. I grabbed it right away and teased him about his “cute little one eyed worm”. He blushed, but smiled.

As the others arrived, I made my naked Anthony greet each of them and speak with their mothers. I also promised a belt spanking if he covered his package at any time. It was hard not to enjoy his humiliation as he greeted his friends and their mothers with a really stiff boner pointing directly at them. My only remark each time was, “Go ahead, you can play with it” as I empowered each of them and their mothers to cop a feel. The mothers and some of the boys were intrigued at seeing both Mark and Joey running through the sprinkler in their “birthday suits” as well.

After all the boys had arrived, I decreed “Boys go up to Anthony’s bedroom and strip naked. You’ll be staying naked all day and all night.” All except Tommy that is. He wasn’t there. As they adjourned, three of them actually seemed excited to be allowed such liberty. They shouted “Okay…” and giggled as they ran to the bedroom. Two of those were already undoing the belts on their shorts before they got to the room. Wish I could say the others were enthusiastic. Two of the boys’ mothers were still at the house and they instructed their sons to join the others and strip down. One mother, Mrs. Herbert, had to threaten severe physical punishment if he didn’t comply. Her son Timmy was the oldest of the kids. He was thirteen and I thought he might be hiding a young crop which was embarrassing to him. I loved that his mother was in command and I couldn’t wait to see the boy’s package hair or not.

Following the directives from their mothers, the boys sauntered to the room looking kind of apprehensive to the idea of showing their stuff to the world. But, they complied. It turned out that Timmy wasn’t showing any hair at all, more just some blond peach fuzz not much different than what the younger boys had on their legs. He was sheltering his stiff five or six inch boner with his hands. But that mushroom was sticking out above his grasp. His mother pulled the belt from his shorts and gave his ass three stripes before I knew it. She commanded him to put his hands down and keep them down. What a wonderful pubescent boner. I just knew the absence of hair didn’t mean he couldn’t shoot. His equipment was pretty developed and I knew that hair would be there within a month or two. I couldn’t help it. I grabbed his penis right in front of his mother and stroked it a few times while cradling his balls with my other hand. Realizing I was fondling the kid right in front of his mother I stopped abruptly and apologized to her. She said I could do that whenever I wanted, she got pleasure watching me fully appreciate her son. From then on, Mrs. Hebert called me “cougar”. I set my mind that either one of the younger boys or I would jerk Timmy off before the stay was over. I just had to know. Turned out, later in the day, one of the little girls did it for me.

Two of the other boys were not complying with the direction. One of them just stood there and I told him to go and get his clothes off with a much more authoritarian attitude. He said he didn’t want to swim. I told him he was to be nude all day whether he played in the water or not. Clothing wasn’t an option and that I’d use a belt on him if he didn’t get moving. He eventually succumbed and walked toward the room. Jeremiah one of the twelve year old boys absolutely refused. He wanted to call his mother to come and get him. Even thirteen year old Timmy standing there naked in front of him, hard a a rock, couldn’t convince him “it wasn’t so bad”. So, I dialed the phone for him. Turns out, his mom was a lady after my own heart. She told him to strip naked in no uncertain terms. At least that’s what she told me when he handed me the phone. I explained I preferred to use a belt on kids who weren’t complaint with adults and she agreed. That settled I gave the boy one more chance. By the time he turned toward Anthony’s bedroom, there were six bouncing erections returning to the backyard through the sliding doors. Everyone was giggling and wired about it. I think their exuberance was the selling point as Jeremiah gave no further problem until he showed up out back. He was covering his package and I had to tell him that wasn’t acceptable.

So, there I was in heaven. Anthony, seven of his friends, Mark and Joey were running nude, sliding on their bellies at the Slip and Slide, jumping the sprinkler and, my personal favorite, bouncing on the trampoline. Ever watch nude boys bouncing on the trampoline? Nothin’ cuter. Their mostly erect penises and ball sacks bounced right along with the rest of their bodies—up and down, up and down. It was especially fun to watch Anthony and Timmy bouncing. Those long third legs really flapped around. I was videoing the two of them as they bounced and flipped around when all of a sudden, a black Jeep Cherokee pulled into the driveway. It was Tommy and his mother.

She got out with an annoyed look, and Tommy slowly exited the passenger side. The boy was wearing a bathing suit the length of board shorts. I ignored the situation and greeted them telling Tommy to go ahead and join the others. His mother stood there watching the naked parade and seemed to mellow right before my eyes.

I remember her first remark, “They don’t seem too bothered by being naked in front of all the world.”

“No, they aren’t. Two or three of them were hesitant, but now they see their parts aren’t anything to worry about. Look most of them aren’t even aware they’re naked anymore.”

Ah, but I was aware they were and so was she. There’s just something to be said about seeing those ten swinging eight to thirteen year old dicks, most of ‘em erect. It certainly was a “Kodak moment” for me. My reverie was broken by Tommy’s mother’s follow-up remark.

“I still don’t see why they can’t be in bathing suits.” Then she asked a question that made me realize she was just covering up her own feelings, “Who’s that bigger boy over there—the boy on the trampoline?”

“That’s Timmy Herbert. He’s probably the oldest boy here today. I think he’s thirteen, but you wouldn’t know it for the lack of pubic hair, huh?”

“No but his equipment is pretty developed. I mean pubic hair can’t be far off.” She giggled as she said it. “Not to mention how hung Anthony is. Who knew?”

“Oh, so you are aware of their boy parts, Miss I Don’t Understand Why They Have to be Naked. Yeah, he’s the only one who may have Anthony beat in the length department and certainly does have all of them beat in the circumference department. By the way, anytime Anthony is visiting Tommy, you can make him spend the day naked. Just tell him you want him naked and to strip. If he doesn’t comply give me a call. Maybe we can get him a hard on so we can see what he’s really got there. “

“Oh, now, how would we go about that?” She was blushing, so I decided to really deepen her pink hue.

“We could play with it a bit, or we can have another boy play with it, or we could try having him play with Anthony’s package, or better yet we could watch him play with himself. Actually, most of those options would also eventually answer the question, ‘Is he shooting yet?’”

It worked. The pink blush in her face was almost red. All she could do was say, “Oh stop it,” as she cast her glance toward the ground.

“As far as your first remark about them wearing bathing suits, I like looking at their little bodies. So do most other women I know. I also don’t believe little boys should be entitled to modesty. They’re boys for God’s sake. They’re meant to be nude. Furthermore, if I decide to wear out a backside or two, it saves me from making them strip so I can do it. You can’t tell me those little bouncing penises aren’t a pleasure to behold. I think you just admitted it by your own remarks about Timmy.”

“They are cute aren’t they?” She was mellowing. I think my completely candid observations were making her comfortable to be a little more truthful herself.

“They will be nude all day and all night long. When their parents come to pick them up tomorrow I’ll make them carry their clothes to their cars. And, I guarantee most of their mothers will not make them dress before they leave. I know most of women would want to display their naked sons to the world, except maybe you. Most of the mothers of these kids believe their boys are meant to be nude, but they’re afraid to take the initiative because they believe doing so would be perceived by others as perversion. What they don’t know is that not doing it is only placating the bullshitters who would cast blame at them. It’s exciting to watch these kids playing nude, especially when they are totally embarrassed by the situation. Gets your ‘horny’ on if you know what I mean. Since I’ve been exposing my boys wherever I can publicly, my husband has noticed an improvement in our sex life as well.”

She was staring at her son who was evidently surveying the situation with his friends. Her reverie broke with the observation, “Well, Tommy looks a little dejected. Look, he’s standing there watching the boys on the trampoline.” Was she even listening to me?

“That’s because you are preventing him from being like the other boys. He may not like being nude but he is aware that all his friends are naked and loving it. Why don’t you go pull his suit off and let him join the fun?”

With that she approached her son and squatted down in front of him. She said something to him. All I could see was her hands gently pulling the drawstring in his suit and then she slid it off him. When he realized what his mother had done he blushed and his hands were quickly placed in front to protect his modesty. She took his wrists and pulled them apart exposing his average sized circumcised appendage, which, goes without saying, was stiff as a knotty pine. She said something else to him. I’d suppose it was to keep his hands off his package. He quickly climbed into the trampoline cage and was welcomed by four other nude boys without a lot of fanfare.

She approached with his suit in her hand, “Guess he’ll be okay. I’ll just take the suit home seeing as they’ll be nude the whole time. What time tomorrow?”

“Oh two or three in the afternoon would be about right. But why don’t you stay awhile and watch them play with each other, or, at least until the girls arrive.”

“Girls?”

“Yeah the neighbor girl and a few of the girls from their school are coming by for some eye candy and possibly feeling action. Anthony isn’t expecting them. I invited them to humiliate these boys. You’d be surprised how watching their arrival unfold will spur your hormonal action.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean the girls will be here in their suits to watch the boys and play with their little peepees for a while. It’s all good.”

“They’ll be covered? Is that right?”

“Absolutely, girls should have some modesty. Public exposure is just for the boys.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready to watch this kind of stuff. I’m too much of a novice at this. I think I’ll leave and come back later.”

“Okay suit yourself, see you tomorrow about three.”

Now I had a completely nude little boy ensemble—eight naked boys from my son’s school, Joey and Mark. Those wet glistening bodies and happy faces were enough to make a Mom proud. At the time, I just wanted to keep the camera going and record this glorious sight. Little did they all know, but the girls were to arrive within an hour. Also little did they know, but those girls were told the boys would be naked and they could play with whatever they wanted to touch.

When Ellen and her three friends arrived they were each dressed in two piece suits. Their eyes were fixed on the boys penises. As their presence became more known the boys suddenly became more modest and covered their packages with their hands or hid behind the shrubs in the yard. I picked up one of Roger’s belts and hollered, “Boys you will all line up here and put your hands on your heads. I mean it. Get over here now.” Anthony, Joey and Mark were the first to respond. They knew from experience I would use the belt to get compliance if it was necessary. Slowly, all but Jeremiah lined up in front of the girls and put their hands on their heads. I walked over to the bush the boy was hiding behind and gave him one good lash with the belt on his bare ass. He came out immediately and joined the others.

After telling the boys to hold their pose, I instructed the four girls to walk the line and fondle each boy’s package as they passed them. I didn’t have to ask twice. After the boys were sufficiently familiarized to the touch of their juvenile counterparts, I made it clear the girls were in-charge and were to be obeyed for the rest of the afternoon. I also reasoned now that they’d felt each boys penis and testicles there was nothing to be bashful about should they want to touch them again. Then I turned the kids loose to continue romping.

Ellen was quite interested in Anthony’s long schlong and she gravitated to it often. She was so gentle in her fondling. I remember wishing she just yank the hell out of it, you know pull it off. But, she was so gentle rubbing it and caressing his ball sack. I was surprised she hadn’t been more informed about him as the kid had been nude for the prior two weeks inside and outside our house which was just next door. It was almost as if she hadn’t seen it before. She would grab the penis and pull it a little and Anthony would look over at me as if to say, “What should I do?” My look transmitted the message, “Whatever she wants. She can do whatever she wants to it.” He just stood there letting her have her way before joining the other boys most of whom had been stopped by other girls.

One of my most prized photos from that day is of Ellen stretching Anthony’s penis an additional two inches or so as she pulled it so hard she was almost using it to keep her balance like she was pulling the rope in tug-o-war. Anthony just stood there groaning, “ouch, ouch, ooowwwwwwww”. I loved it. Stop by and I’ll show you the photos and a couple of videos you wouldn’t believe.

Wondering about Timmy’s developmental level earlier made me think. I’ll never forget Anthony’s first ejaculation, probably because I managed to tape it. One thing I can attest to, when you keep your boys naked and play with their penises you get the pleasure of being there for those “first steps” like when they experience that first wet orgasm. Surprised the hell out of me and kind of scared him momentarily. I wasn’t videoing all my experiences with the boys as much as I had those first days. So I really don’t know how I was fortunate enough to actually decide to record that particular massage session, but I did. It’s all on “tape” (actually dvd’s). I’ve made several copies. I put the original in his baby book, so I can show it to his girlfriends.

Picture it. There he was in the “frog” position next to his naked brother. I sat down between them to watch TV. As I always did, I coaxed both boys to an erection and began my usual massaging sequence with them. You know there’s nothing like holding your son’s hard penis and just lovingly stroking, fingering the glans, exploring the hole on the tip and listening to them moan. Those little shafts are so smooth and really are easy to envelope in the palm of your hand. I must admit the younger they are the less there is to hold on to. As they mature playing with their ball sacks is a bit more fun. The little seven and eight year old scrotums were cute and compact, but once those testicles start to mature it’s a whole ‘nother massage experience. Oh, there I go reminiscing again. Sorry.

Anyway, I was tickling Anthony’s shaft. You know walking my fingers rapidly from the base up the tip with my fingernails. I could see it throbbing. I grabbed that piece of skin on the underside-- the one that’s stuck in the cleft on the bottom side of the glans there and began wiggling the whole thing side to side kind of teasing it. Then I literally pinched his glans with my thumb on the cleft of the glans and my index finger on the top of it and gently rolled it back and forth. When I was about to release my pinch there she blew. I continued to knead the tip while he squirted so he could squeeze out the max load. Glob after glob spurting out the top and there he was, my little boy, just groaning but wide eyed at what was going on. Then he got a panicked look. I was quick to explain what had happened. “You’re growing up Anthony. Welcome to manhood. I believe that was your first wet orgasm and it’s perfectly normal and good.” We, all three discussed what had just happened.

Joey played with the globs. Why do kids, boys in particular, have to feel everything? Anyway I made Joey taste it and then lick his brother’s abdomen and penis clean. My little semen eater. What’s the old commercial? “Hey, Mikey, he likes it!” In our case it was, “Hey, Joey, he likes it!” My mom especially enjoyed watching the part where I made Joey lick off Anthony’s penis. I made the pun that maybe I could nickname him “Shark” because he likes eating semen (seamen) so much. Just kidding, maybe not. Anyway, Roger was pissed off that I did that to Joey. He said I’m going to make the kid “light in the loafers” making him do that kind of thing. Frankly, I found it entertaining as hell. So screw Roger, if he ain’t there ”it stays in Vegas”.

I was so excited that day that I made both my naked boys walk with me to my mother’s house so I could show it to her. Yeah, Anthony is still shy about the three house walk when he’s bare and that’s precisely why I do it to him. I guess he’ll never fully recover from his unrealistic bout with modesty. He wanted to run to Mom’s house, to shorten his public exposure, always with that long boner of his pointing the way. Sometimes I’d tell him to run if he wanted. I got a kick out of the sound of his penis slapping his groin when he ran.

When Roger got home I showed him the recording of Anthony’s first eruption. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve entertained people with that video, much to Anthony’s embarrassment and my pleasure. I always try to have him present when I show it to people for the first time, sometimes I make him sit there nude.

Like I said, Anthony was growing. So was Joey for that matter. Regardless we continued to put Anthony through the paces during his pre-high school years. There were some vivid memories of his passage though.

Anthony is now fourteen and we’re slowing down on his program a bit. Roger and I were shaving the boy’s crotch right through his thirteenth year. I wanted him to appear prepubescent at least in the hair department so we could continue to make him go to public places like the beach and make him stay nude. He didn’t like it at all, but too bad for him. I sure enjoyed it. We decided his penis girth and scrotal size were going to be giveaways that he’d passed his boyhood years. So I had to lighten up on his program. Now that I think back about it, nobody noticed as far as I could tell. I think the kid’s overall penis length kept it all in perspective. Once he started high school (9^th grade this year) I relented and let him start growing a crop down there. We figured he needed to look normal in order to encourage his participation in the gang shower at the school locker room. I mean we aren’t all heartless. But if the coach says Anthony isn’t showering with the other boys, Roger threatened to shave him until he leaves home. So far it seems to be working.

Joey apparently would never develop modesty. He’s eleven now and still plays naked in both front and backyards and rarely is his wiener stiff from it, though it responds to being touched by boys or girls and interested adults. He also has spontaneous erections which he doesn’t try to cover. I wish he’d be a little more self-conscious about being publicly exposed. Because he isn’t as aware, I don’t get as much of an arousal with him as I did with Anthony. Obviously the humiliation is lacking. There I go again off on a tangent. I can’t help it. I get so excited sharing this stuff about my boys.

At home we still require nudity from Anthony at times. Often it involves Hoffer visits. You remember the family down the street with the built in swimming pool? When the boys swim down there Anthony still has to swim nude. He still hates it, but hey where else can he get his penis rubbed by other females? Yeah, Marilyn still puts the sunscreen on the kids, both hers and mine. Mark, Joey and Anthony still get extra attention to their genitals when it comes to sunscreen. But, the real treat is watching Mandy put it on Anthony’s. She “twists his rod until he shoots his wad”. Now that he gets those few seconds of utter pleasure, I really think Anthony must look forward to those visits and no longer minds having to be naked. He’s just trying to hide it.

I remember the first day Anthony ejaculated for Mandy. That kid screamed and was scared she’d broken him or hurt him. There was the fountain of goo spewing all over as Anthony groaned in pleasure. Poor Mandy thought he was in agony. Marilyn and I both laughed our asses off. I made Joey clean Anthony off. You know globs on his chest, abdomen and dick. The second time she made Mark do it and videoed the whole thing. The two boys grimaced as they were made to dine on Anthony’s load and Mandy kept asking, “What’s it taste like?” I think Marilyn should let Mandy “step up to the bar” one of these days. Then she’ll know. Call it a life skill many little girls should experience. But it is better for me to watch the hesitant and often crying naked little boys being forced to lick it away. Guess we moms are a lot alike, huh?

My juices always get to flowing when I make Joey jerk his brother off, or make Anthony masturbate for some of my friends. I’m so proud of Anthony’s growth in puberty I love to demonstrate it for them. Of course I only make Joey “clean up” after his brother for my closest lady friends. Usually it’s the same ones who also enjoyed the show when my boys got their bare asses whipped in front of them. They love to watch the licking especially if Joey is naked too. When Joey isn’t available we have to use paper towels and it’s just not the same.

As I said, Roger or I continued to shave Anthony’s crotch until he was fourteen. We kept it clean of hair so I could continue to parade him around nude and no one got their panties in a knot, no one except Anthony that is. On more than one occasion he actually still cried to be allowed to wear something. That made it so much better for me. I, of course, denied the request. You know me the more nude time the better, the more embarrassed and humiliated the boy, the more turned on the Mom. And, those crying bouts convinced me more than ever he was embarrassed and humiliated.

My mother often comments about how nice it was to hear a knock at the door and open it up to find a naked grandson standing there with a boner sticking straight out. She really misses all those visits from my better endowed boy, but is quite content with Joey’s regimen. I still let her command Anthony to strip naked when she feels like it and he knows not to give Grandma a hard time about it. Roger has made that perfectly clear in front of Mom on two or three occasions. Let’s just say my intrigue with watching bare ass whippings must be genetic. She finds the snap of the belt as it connects and the ensuing scream of pain and crying her biggest turn on. She said she likes the penis and ball action, but it isn’t as necessary for her as it is for me. For both of us it’s the hurt he puts on them as well.

Really, the biggest rush I got from Joey was the times we made him lick up Anthony’s messes. Occasionally, I’d make him go down on his brother too, usually to entertain some of my lady friends.

The other day the principal at Joey’s school (which was the same principal Anthony had when he was there) was again chickening out about stripping Joey and laying into him with the belt. She put my now eleven year old Joey in “time-out”. My reaction was predictable, “What the hell? Time-out? What a pussy way to discipline a boy, any boy”. Guess she really didn’t want them to get the message that their behavior was unacceptable. I kind of blew my cool so Roger went with me to talk to her. He told her she was to discipline him as she did Anthony, stripped nude and “lots of belt action on his bare ass”. Her reaction was, “Oh, I thought that was only Anthony.” I’ll never forget Roger’s response to her, “Any boy. Quit treating them like little girls. Strip ‘em naked and whip the fire out of their bare asses. You have to be the alpha “male” here so they get the message. Talking and time-out won’t do it. They have to hurt to get the message. Trust me. I grew up a boy.” We then called Joey into the office stripped him naked and handed the principal Rogers size 40 belt. She tore him up. It was cute. He was crying and through his tears he asked, “What was that for?” Roger said, “Just for fun and as a fair warning of what’s to come if you don’t get down to business at school.” The principal told him to get dressed and I told her to make him stay naked the rest of the day like she did Anthony. Message received. I must admit he wasn’t as humiliated by the nakedness as his big brother was and that was a little disappointing, but he wasn’t comfortable showing off his jewels to the principal and her secretary either.

After we started this exposure of my son Anthony, my widowed mother started dating a man who really was into that TV wrestling stuff. Roger and I used to joke about his love of what we felt was “redneck athletics”. I mean he really believed these guys were serious about hurting each other and they were demonstrating true Olympic style performances. He truly didn’t realize hurting each other had nothing to do with sport wrestling. No, Curtis was truly a piece of work.

Once Curtis got an eyeful of our two boys in their totally naked state he decided it would be fun to watch them roll around trying to pin each other, no holds barred. I mean no HOLDS barred. He’d have the two of them twisting and trying flying attacks as they’d jump off overturned buckets and other props the old guy would set up for them. He made sure they knew they could use each other’s penises, testicles and anuses as grabbing points as well as arms and legs. As with most boys, the kids loved the challenge of trying to pin each other and do it by mimicking those overweight “has beens” that were regulars on TV wrestling. As my sons would struggle, usually out in my mother’s backyard, they’d gradually get pissed at each other and become a little more rough and tumble than was called for. One would grab and yank on the other’s penis or they’d squeeze the other’s balls resulting in an angry verbal exchange and sometimes an out of control attack on each other. Curtis would be behind the lens of his Pentax capturing all the sordid details.

When it would get too aggressive Roger or my mother would break them up and make them cool off. I, on the other hand, really liked it when they were aggressive and pissed. I remember Anthony getting really upset with Joey, pinning him on his back, and repeatedly pummeling his balls with his fists. Joey was wiggling around, crying, shouting obscenities, and trying to unseat his angry brother. I was getting pretty aroused at the scene. Curtis was taking photo after photo while encouraging Anthony to continue the barrage. My mother ran from the kitchen to break them up. I remember her yelling, “What’s wrong with you two?” not at the boys but at Curtis and me.

Other times while they wrestled, they’d grab and twist each other’s penises. Mom didn’t get upset at that. But she only seemed to take issue with the behavior when they were pissed at each other. Anyway, they used each other’s penises and testicles as hand holds while trying to subdue the each other. When it was clearly visible, that was a real turn on. I didn’t want them to stop. One time Joey grabbed Anthony in a hold where he grabbed and twisted Anthony’s generously long penis. His arm was wrapped around his brother’s butt and up through his legs. It was in essence a grab from behind and an attempt to flip Anthony to the ground. Anthony was groaning and writhing trying to get away from him. He was pulling at Joey’s hand in an attempt to free his erect penis and ball pouch. Eventually he was able to pry his younger brother’s grip free. But, as Joey’s hand slid up the back of Anthony’s ass, his index finger latched on to Anthony’s hole. It was both cute and funny. Joey shoved his finger in his brother’s anus and was able to use that hold to flip Anthony over. It reminded me of sticking your hand in those carry holes on soft drink cases. It was the leverage the little guy needed to flip his twenty to thirty pound heavier opponent.

The whole ordeal of watching the boys entangled in provocative positions and grabbing each other helped me understand what most men enjoy about “cat fights”, or mud wrestling between women. There’s a sadistic but sexually rewarding pleasure in watching genital discomfort induced by someone on another. I don’t know, maybe it’s just what some would call my perversion, but I like it especially when it’s young boys. Not very maternal of me I guess, but who cares?

Other memories of the wrestling events were when they get tired out and after flipping one or the other to his back, they’d rest their head on his abdomen with their faces not two or three inches from the opponent’s wiener and beans. I used to call it reading the menu. What a turn on. I wanted to yell “…go ahead eat it”, but my better angels prevented it. I think Mom, well I know Mom loved it when they’d play with each other’s package, but I think she’d have blown her cork, if she saw or heard me encourage oral sexual contact. I don’t think Curtis would have though.

Something about Curtis just said he was into naked little boys. Maybe it was how he would suggest a good massage session to calm them down after one of their matches. Of course those massages always entailed a loving genital fondling as well. Mom and I enjoyed doing that to them, but I never saw my husband Roger really get into doing it. Oh sure, he’d do it if I told him “don’t forget to rub their boy parts”, but there was a certain discomfort he had with doing that. I’d just tell him to pretend he was putting lotion or powder on them like he did when they were little and need a diaper change. But Curtis didn’t really need coaching. After the boys’ whole bodies were massaged, he’d always return his attention to their groins and spend ten or fifteen additional minutes redoing their packages. He’d make sure those penises were hard as tree limbs. But, hey, watching Curtis playing with their parts was another turn on for both me, and, by her own admission, also turned on my mother. So who cared if he was getting aroused too? It certainly wasn’t hurting my kids.

There were a few occasions at Mom’s house when I’d let Curtis take the belt to them. He wasn’t as rough on them as Roger, but Mom and I enjoyed watching the ball and penis jolts, the crying and begging even a little bit more with it being a non-relative putting the hurt on them. I must confess on more than a couple of those occasions I invented a reason to have them get the belt. Mom usually had a legitimate reason when she’d pronounce sentence.

Now that Joey is two years max from shooting a wad and growing hair, I’m kind of depressed at the prospect of losing my turn on. Oh sure we’ll shave his crotch for a while, but this is quickly coming to an end. Marilyn keeps telling me I can use Mark for a year or two after Joey’s played out, but as good looking a boy as Mark is, it still won’t be the same. All I can hope is that my boys can provide me with grandsons who will fill the void like I did for Mom.

Hope you enjoyed the memories, I liked sharing them.

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