Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother Part 4

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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My name is Emily Ridgefield, I happened on the reminiscence of Kelly McCutcheon, the “Voyeuristic Mother”. I liked what she said and I decided my son Luke would be an ideal candidate for the same treatment she used. Luke is a good-looking kid. I’m not bragging just reporting what other women and girls have told me. I am partial though. One thing did catch my eye about Kelly’s son Anthony. She said he was basically “hung like a horse” and he was cut. Funny thing, so is my Luke. I’d love to compare measurements from pubis to the fleshy tip of his gorgeous peepee. I’m sure he’d be a contender. Besides penis length and good looking legs, Luke developed the same disheartening problem with modesty as Kelly’s boy. Perhaps his issue wasn’t so severe, as I didn’t have to fight with Luke to get him in shorts. I did however play hell just catching a glimpse of his developing package, and I found having to force the issue tiring. I share Kelly’s arousal at playing a dominant role in my boy’s life. I also don’t have a husband to contend with, although her Roger seemed to be completely up for her experimentation.

Since starting on the program I can confess, I thoroughly enjoy forcing little boys to strip naked right before a crowd--the bigger the crowd, the better. It’s especially rewarding to me when those boys are nine through twelve years of age and have such a modest attitude it brings them to tears to have to do so. You know sometimes they cry and sometimes they’re numb and just robotically pull those briefs off. It is soooo arousing to me. You readers should try it with your sons.

Picture it. Say an eleven year old boy is in a park setting just off a public play area filled with other kids and their parents. He comes to the picnic table you have reserved for the day. He’s wearing a pair of short athletic shorts you’ve picked out for him to show off his muscular little legs. You look at him and say, “I need for you to get undressed”. First you get the blank look of “What the hell?” mixed with a hint of defiance. He stalls acting as though he didn’t hear you, so you say it again, more forcefully, “Get your clothes off now. You’ve got thirty seconds to be naked.” With that you slap a leather strap on the table and say, “Now!”

The tears start, “Why what’d I do?” He’s thinking he’s going to get the belt, but you know the ultimate high will be making him stay nude for the entire weekend. You will enjoy the humiliation of him having to show his most guarded body parts to all the world. You anticipate the thrill of watching complete strangers photograph and fondle him at your invitation.

So, he starts to undress, still crying and scared. He gets his shirt off, then his shoes and socks, then his shorts. There he stands reluctant to lose the last vestige of his privacy—his underpants. He looks at you expecting you to accept that level of undress. You look around. As he began disrobing he seems to have attracted the attention of like aged little boys and girls. Though their parents at adjoining picnic tables have cast glances your way, they act like it’s not affecting them to have the boy stripping. You know the other mothers are anxious to see how far you’ll go with the kid. Secretly they’re hoping to see a penis and be able to compare it to their male off-springs’ equipment... Hopefully, it’ll be fully erected when it comes into view. They’re also anxious to see this beautiful boy completely exposed, because they secretly harbor your excitement of embarrassing the kid.

“Luke, I said naked,” and to make it even better, “turn toward the playground and take off your underpants.” There they are a small audience watching for the inevitable. The other mothers scurry to the playground acting as though they’re just checking on their children. But, you know they’re just jockeying for line of view for the unveiling. Luke stands there sniffling. His face is red and he’s begging not to have to continue. You just point. He turns and as he finally pulls off the last garment, you hear the erect five inch phallus slap against his pubis as it frees itself of the elastic waistband. As you could have predicted, his hands quickly move to block the view of his penis. The kids watching him begin to point and giggle. You slap the fire out of his left butt cheek and say, “Put your hands down”. He lets out a loud burst of crying and removes his hands showing the onlookers just what they’ve been so excited to see.

Luke’s little pole is at full staff. The cute little mushroom head is bloated. His little plum sized ball sack is sitting solidly beneath. Your next move is to walk over, and, in front of all onlookers, act like you’re putting sunscreen on his package. You slide your hand back and forth on his boner taking time to dab the glans. You roughly lift the penis and apply the lotion to his ball sack. All the while making sure you are perpendicular to the onlookers so they don’t miss a thing. You then grab the erection and use it to turn him around. His firm dimpled boy butt cheeks are next. You can’t resist kneading them like bread dough as you apply the sun protection. Ah ha, you now get down to the crack and the view of his anus is unbearable. You’ve got to penetrate it with your index finger. But, you have to ensure your audience has the best point of view for that act. You press his little anus and as you apply pressure your index finger gains entrance. He grunts as he feels it pass his sphincter.

Tell me it isn’t exciting. You can’t.

Now that he’s sufficiently embarrassed and humiliated you announce loud enough for the entire area to hear. “Okay, Luke, go play with the other kids. Lunch will be ready in an hour.” He tries to sit at the picnic table and push his package between his legs to keep it from sight. Again your reiterate the directive, “I said, go play with the other kids.” Slowly he responds and starts walking toward the play area. You then yell as loudly as you can, “And, you let those kids play with your peepee too, if they want to. They can touch whatever they want.” The kids in the audience are then fully aware they own Luke at least for the afternoon.

Come on now, getting’ hot aren’t you? Kind of feel like masturbating? Or, better yet, are you now grappling with the “Wish I was there” syndrome? “I’d feel that boy’s penis for him.” But, ahhh, the fun of watching others have creative free play is very satisfying.

You can’t help but notice, as Luke approaches the play area mothers from all around walk (sometimes run) to their seating areas to retrieve their cellphones and digital cameras. Your hormones take a bump as you see a little eight year old girl reach out to grab Luke’s penis. She slaps it and it sways left and right and then giggling and looking to her friends for encouragement, grabs it and pulls. Her mother shouts, “Do it again Caitlyn. Do what you just did to the little boy.” She does as her mother records the interaction on her cellphone.

You watch and wait. You’re curious to see if the mother of the well-tanned blond boy with the beautiful smile will take the hint. God, you want to see that kid’s package. As you survey the scene you can’t help but notice the tenting in the blonde’s shorts. “Does his mother see the elevated fabric of his cargo shorts?” It seems she’s too intent on watching Luke under pressure, than watching her own ten year old. Ahhh, the blonde’s little sister is curious and has pushed her hand against the erupting fabric of her brother’s cotton covering. He pushes her back and yells not to touch him. At the sound of her son’s objection, Momma is shocked back to her maternal role. She approaches the two somewhat angry. I’d bet the anger is based on her attention being diverted from Luke to her own two. Her gaze is diverted as she passes Luke who is stationary and crying. It is evident she wants to know what her daughter is complaining about. The little seven or eight year old is explaining and pointing at her brother’s crotch. Will she or won’t she?

All indications from my vantage point were that this boy’s crotch tent ground suggested he was hiding something sizable beneath the big top. Maybe Luke finally had some competition. I wondered if part of that tent pole was still covered, and, if so, how much a foreskin contributed to the very impressive rise. Considering Luke was cut, a foreskin might serve as a disqualifier. My mind is racing with a silent plea, “Come on, Momma show us what your stud has in those pants of his. Make him join Luke. You know you want to. Now is the perfect time. Apparently no one is too offended with it.” I’m so anxious to watch such a scenario unfold I actually whisper the words I’m thinking. It’s apparent she’s pissed at the boy. She’s yelling. He’s pointing at nude Luke there and saying something to his mother. Bet he’s trying to explain how Luke’s predicament made his own little friend stand up and salute. “Come on Lady, make him strip. Let me see where those muscular boy legs attach to the rest of his body.” It became more and more apparent the woman was more interested in Luke than exposing her own son. Damn it!

Luke stood next to our table and I told him again to get his ass over to the playground with the other kids. He slowly made his way there, looking over his shoulder and casually trying to cover his package without irritating my ire. Most of the kids on the play structure were a bit younger. I’d say most hadn’t yet reached their eighth year. The little ones looked at the naked big kid and just went on with their play. Their mothers’ attention is on Luke. They tried to hide their interest by only using passing glances as if it was normal for a nude eleven year old to be climbing the monkey bars. Occasionally one of the ladies would look over her shoulder back toward me as if to sneak an image or two with their cellphones or cameras.

It was disappointing that the other kids weren’t into more of a frontal assault on my son, but they weren’t. Luke dangled his ball sack and erect penis while climbing the bars, one of the little kids, I’d estimate his age at six or maybe seven at the most, dressed only in Crocs and a pair of play shorts, stopped, looked at Luke, shrugged his shoulders and commenced to stripping himself. His mother hollered at him as he tossed his shorts and underwear to the ground and ran to the log play structure wearing only his red Crocs. He wasn’t fazed by his public exhibition. Luke used to be like that and I didn’t want it back. When he was more than happy to expose himself publicly, it wasn’t nearly as arousing as when he had to be forced to show his goods.

The kid’s mother ran over picked up the underpants and shorts and walked over to the naked boy, obviously to direct him put them back on. Apparently, the little guy wanted to run naked and made his pleasure being nude clear to his mother. She gave up shrugged her shoulders and smiled at the other mothers, including me. I couldn’t help but say, “Enjoy it while you can. In a year or two he won’t let you see him naked in the house much less outside. My son is in a therapy program to get to feel more comfortable with his body so he has to be naked.”

“You’re the big boy’s mother?”

Like she didn’t know. “Yes, yes, I am.”

“He’s beautiful. He’s a real pleasure to look at. His um, um...”

“Penis?”

“Well, yes, his penis is really a whopper isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I knew so, but I had to play the humble role.

“Do you mind if I take a few pictures?”

“No, knock yourself out. If you want to pose him go right ahead.”

I’m finding that is a common request you get when you make your well-developed boy run naked in public. Everyone wants a photo op and an occasional request for fondling. It just adds to the excitement for me. It embarrasses the hell out of Luke though. He asked me one day, if his naked pictures would be on the internet. My response was “I sure hope so” and that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

That lady had a rather expensive camera. She took some candids of Luke and then she began to pose him. He knew not to balk at her requests. That would only lead to me using the strap on him for disrespect and defiance toward an adult. That was the ultimate taboo in our family and he knew it. She eventually took her naked little progeny and had him handling my naked progeny’s balls and penis. All I could make out was her rapidly circling the boys with her camera to her eye. There was a situation she put them in that I absolutely loved. She made Luke give the boy a mouth to mouth kiss. Not a peck, but a passionate embrace with quite a lip lock. Both kids were hard as rocks after that. I mean that was as cute as it got.

If that didn’t get you hot. Here’s another scenario that might do it. Imagine taking your boy into a tattoo and body piercing parlor naked as the day he was born. You want to have his genitals pierced and decorated. He’s scared when you enter, not knowing what is going through your head. You keep an eye on him sitting on a wooden bench by the door and you quietly suggest that you’d like his penis pierced and ringed and his scrotum also dressed up a bit. You look over your shoulder at him and he’s nervous. He watches a rather large man in a sleeveless shirt, arms and neck covered in endless tattoos. He’s busy applying his art to the back of another man. The man on the table says, “Hey kid you like being naked?” Both he and the man doing the artwork laugh at the rhetorical question.

My boy answers anyway, “No.” You can sense the fear as well as the indignation in his voice.

“Are you going to get that third leg of yours tattooed?”

You can see the very suggestion causes your boys tear glands to swell. He’s scared and on the verge of crying. You know he’s asking himself “Why are we here?” and he can’t grasp the answer.

The woman behind the register counter looks past you and says, “Don’t listen to him, Honey, it’s against the law to tattoo a child. You aren’t getting a tattoo.” What she didn’t say is, “But we can pierce anything your mother tells us to.”

Instead the men laugh. The big guy doing the tattooing says, “Had you goin’ there, didn’t we Champ?” He turned momentarily toward the mirror on the back wall to view his work from a different perspective. When he turned back around he said, “But I could really dress up that shlong of yours. There’s plenty of canvas there.” Then he asked me, “How long is his dick anyway?” Like mothers all kept growth records of their sons’ genitalia.

I surprised him, “It’s close to five inches soft. And, it pushes six inches hard.”

He chucked this customer’s shoulder and said, “Bet he’s got you beat.” They both laughed.

Luke was now completely uncomfortable. He didn’t know why he was in there and now some seedy looking men were joking about his penis. Finally the twenty something girl tells them, “Leave the kid alone. Come on, Baby, we’ll go get you pierced and out of here. You two are bullies!” She seemed genuinely pissed about the men’s behavior. Taking Luke by the arm she guided him and led me to a room in the back.

“Let’s have a look here,” she takes Luke’s penis in hand and purposely manipulates it to erect. Pinching the tip she twists it back and forth. Then looking at me says, “Where exactly do you want the ring? Through the shaft or just looped through his skin?”

“I want it through the whole thing. Put it right behind the glans there.”

She went about disinfecting the entire penis. Luke started to whimper, “What’s she gonna do? Mom, what’s she gonna do?” The tears of fear began to drip down his cheeks.

“She’s going to put a ring through your penis. It’ll only hurt a little bit and then it’s over.”

“Nooo, no I don’t want a ring through it!”

“Well, I do. After she gets done with that she’s going to decorate your sack there too. May be with your birth stone? Wouldn’t you like some color down there?”

“What is his birthstone?” the girl asked.

“Emerald. He was born on May 8^th.”

She picked up a piercer and put a new needle in it. “You’ll have to hold him while I do this.” I grabbed my son from the back and securely held him in my lap. She pushed his legs to either side. His disinfected boner was standing out hard. He began crying.

Holding the piercer she said, “Now Luke, this will only hurt for a second. It’s like a bee sting. Ever get stung by a bee?”

He shouted, “No. Noooo.”

He placed his meat between the piercer and before another word could be mumbled there was a click. I felt him jerk violently at the moment of the injection. Within ten second she had his bleeding penis in her glove covered hands as she worked a white gold ring from side to side. Once through he dabbed the blood from the penis and continued to do so until it slowed. “See now Mom’s got something to attach the leash to.”

All I could think about was, “How’d she know I was going to do that?” But, she was spot on.

“You know we can have this welded so it’s permanent. There’s plenty of room for his thing to grow so you won’t have to replace it.”

“Go ahead and make it permanent.”

She plugged in what looked like a soldering iron. “While that heats up, let’s do his balls. Now what do you want?”

“Can you go through one side of the sack and out the other? You know, like a long stud?”

“Mom, I want to go home. I don’t want her to do that.” He was still crying from the piercing.

“Well, Luke, it isn’t up to you. It’s up to me and I want it.”

“I don’t know if I can miss the testicles. I think I can. You want it in through the skin.” She was busy pushing on Luke’s balls trying to determine the path as she did she continued, “What’s he ten?”

“He’s eleven.”

“I think he’s the youngest boy I’ve ever done a Prince Albert on. Mind if I get some pictures after we’re done. I’d kind of like to post it on the bulletin board out front. Maybe some other mothers would be interested? I'll give you ten percent off.”

“Hey, ten percent, you got a deal. Take all the pictures you like.”

“Is he always naked?”

“Pardon?”

“The kid, you brought him in here naked except for those flip flops. Is he always naked?”

“Pretty much.”

“I could tell. Either you took him to tanning salons or he spent a lot of time naked in the sun. No tan lines.”

She threaded a needle. Like she was about to sew him or something. “I’m going to take this needle, and” she shoved it through the left side of the scrotum, “push his little jewels up and out of the way and come out”, the silver needle poked out the opposite side, “and, would you look here” she pulled it through leaving the thread behind. “Now you said an emerald?”

“That’d be good.”

She tied a small device to the end of the thread, stuck the stud into the device and pulled it through. Taking two emerald stops she secured either end of the stud and Luke was now bejeweled through his jewels.

“I like it. Don’t you Luke?”

Red eyed and still sniffling he choked out a, “No”.

“Well, after you’re eighteen you can pull it out.” I wanted him to remember who was in charge.

Following that ordeal, the young girl put heat sinks on either side of the opened ring and soldered it permanently closed. “He’ll have to cut this thing off. But he’s got seven years to get used to it.”

She spent fifteen minutes taking pictures of Luke’s penis both hard and soft and his scrotal piercing. Before we checked out she did say, “You know that ring is going to keep him from jerking off.”

The big man who did the tattoos interjected, “Oh he’ll figure something out. Don’t worry about that. I’m sure there’s a way.”

Between you the reader and me, I look forward to being entertained watching him do that. And, I was committed to making that happen in a couple of years. I’d given it thought and, after he’s capable of shooting, I’ll make him stand in the middle of a room full of my friends and play with it until it goes off. Yeah, that will really humiliate him. Oh how I longed for the near future.

(The End)