Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother Part 7

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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Valerie Turner here. I’ve been reading the accounts of the voyeuristic mothers for the last couple of months. I must say, I’m intrigued and very interested. I have two boys one Jeff is 14 and Carl who is 12 and a girl Shirley 9. Jeff is an average looking kid and is involved in a lot of social groups. He gets along with others, is a good student, and is somewhat on the quiet side. Carl, and I don’t know where the genes came from, is gifted with the body of an Adonis. He’s a handsome boy who tans quite readily and has a killer smile. His dark complexion, black hair and green eyes are a knock out and set against the white almost perfect teeth, well. And, I’m almost giggling like a school girl as I tell you this, but he is quite gifted in the boyhood area too. His little penis was quite the talk of the family and friends when he was young. At five years old it must have been at least three inches long from the base to the pee hole of his unwrapped tip, and that was while he was flaccid. Even the adult males in the family enjoyed watching him run through the sprinkler naked as the day he was born during family gatherings. He’d run and that appendage would flap back and forth and would cause joking remarks and laughter. Jeff, on the other hand, was definitely what I would class as having an average size item for kids his age.

From when he was no more than a baby up until he was about seven, when I’d change or bathe Carl I’d find myself irresistibly drawn to playing with his penis and testicles just to get him stiff. That little peg does get quite hard and it did really accentuate his size. That cute shaft would point straight out and the little knob would look like it was ready to pop off. His facial expressions were cute too. He’d either have the look of pride, curiosity or concern. I’d rub it a little more for him and soon he’d grab it himself. On many (most) occasions, I’d just tell him to stay naked so I could enjoy watching him romp nude. When he’d soften up, I’d just play with it until he was hard again. At four, five and six years I’d make him answer the door for strangers and often kept him nude when friends would show up for visits. He was oblivious back then, but I wasn’t nor were any of our visitors. I can’t think of anyone who could resist watching that kid’s frank and beans—not the UPS guy, the mailman, nor any of our many neighbors and friends. Most commented on the size of his penis.

Exposing him to the view of others was definitely arousing to me. And, the older he was when I did it, but more arousing it got. But, alas, those good old days have passed, but my longing to examine him hasn’t.

Six years ago, their father left us. He just upped and went. We knew his whereabouts for a year or two, and then lost track of the bastard. You know he never looked back. We didn’t hear from him once. No calls, no visits, no birthday presents for the kids, nothing. He, as much as, disappeared from the face of the earth. I say, “Good riddance to the asshole”.

Anyway, I decided a month ago that Carl had to get some public naked time. I just wanted to explore his body and catch up on how much he’d developed. That had to be done through a well thought out plan. He is the most modest of my kids and hasn’t allowed me to view his boy parts for the last three or four years. I didn’t ever try being pushy about it, as I thought I would be acting a bit, shall we say, “perverted” in my desires. But, after reading the other mother’s accounts, I realized my desire to see and touch my boy’s naked body and watch others do the same was normal. I’m not as forward as the other mothers in these stories, and certainly am not physically capable of subduing the boy to strip him, so I came up with a viable alternative. This is the account of how I did it.

This past June, I was having lunch with my older son, Jeff. Without thinking I just broached the question, “Have you seen your brother naked lately?”

I must admit Jeff was unprepared for such a question as he choked on his sandwich. I couldn’t figure out how I came out with the question in the first place and was quite embarrassed by it myself. All the gawky teen could say was, “Whaaaatttt?”

Then the conversation evolved into as best as I can remember something like this.

“Oh, nothing. I was just wondering how Carl’s boy development was coming along. You know the same old motherly questions—‘hair?’, ‘penis size?’, ‘sack?’ and such. Usually mothers know that because most boys aren’t quite as shy as Carl about their mothers seeing them naked.”

“I can’t believe you’re talking about it? Mooommmm, I don’t like for you to see ME naked. What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t mind me seeing you naked when you were twelve or thirteen. You’ve just become shy about it the last year of two. Shoot, you’d make sure I was in the examining room each time we went to the doctor. You wouldn’t even go in, if I didn’t come along.”

“That was because I was afraid I was going to get a shot. You know I hate them.”

“Well you traded your modesty for the safety of having ‘mommy’ along. I mean he’d make you strip naked and I sat there and watched every time. Matter of fact, I saw you naked just two or three months ago for your school physical, now didn’t I?”

“You saw Carl naked, too.”

“No, I didn’t. Remember? Carl told me I could stay in the waiting room with you and Shirley. He could do it himself. He didn’t need his mother with him.”

“Yeah, I guess he did.”

“Well, I’ve been reading about other mothers who make their sons run around nude all the time until they are thirteen or fourteen. They say it improves the kids’ behavior and makes them more normal when it comes to modesty. Not to mention, and this is no reflection on you, but your brother is hung like a race horse.”

“Mooommm?? I can’t believe you just said that!” Jeff was actually laughing out loud over my comment.

“Well, he issssss!”

“Yeah, but…”

“But nothing. I’d love to do that to him. Make him stay naked and show off his package to other people. And to make him let me feel his stuff. You know massage him so he relaxes a little. I just don’t know how to make him do it.”

“Okay, I must admit, I would love to show off Carl’s dick too. I mean making him be nude in public or around other people would humiliate him and I’m all for that. Imagine him having to be seen and even touched by Shirley and her friends. For that matter, I think my friends too. They’d say it was ‘gay’, but I know they’d love to play with Carl’s hose and balls, if, for no other reason than to make it hard. It’d be kind of like when we all stripped Timmy Hildegard and shoved him out of the locker room at school. It was kind of fun hoping he’d be seen by some of the girls as he stood naked in the hallway. He tried as hard as he could to push the door open. You should have heard him beg us to let him in—yeah, big, tough Timmy pushing on that door and begging because he was stuck in the hallway completely nude—talk about funny. If Coach Strong hadn’t come along and made us let him in, he’d have been seen for sure because the bell for the end of the period was about to ring. Of course, we all got paddled by Coach for doing it, but he didn’t hit us that hard. I kind of think he enjoyed it too. He just had to act like it was wrong, if you know what I mean.”

“You never told me the Coach paddled you.”

“Only a sissy would tell his mother, and I’m not a sissy.”

“Have you been paddled any other times at school?”

“Shoot Mom, Mrs. Conner nailed my ass during elementary school at least six times a year. Sometimes she even pulled my pants down to make sure she’d made an impression. Mr. Davies got me two or three times a semester during middle school. Yeah, I’ve been…”

“You never told me. I can’t believe it. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Shoot, Mom, I am mischievous, not stupid. I figured if you needed to know, they’d call you. Guess they didn’t think you needed to know.”

“Jeffery David Turner, I’m beside myself. I thought you were better behaved.”

“Well, I was after they paddled me.” The boy was smiling with pride. He’d kept the punishment secret for all these years.

“Well, let’s get back to Carl. How would you go about getting him to be naked?”

“I guess I’d get Chuck, Phil, Craig and a few other boys from the neighborhood and we’d pants him. Or should I say, strip him. Then you could “find” him naked and tell him he had to stay that way for a while and let the kids check out his stuff.”

“You think that would work? I mean Craig is only eleven and Phil is the same age as your brother. Aren’t they a little young?”

“What, to play with another boy’s penis and stuff?”

“No, to be into pantsing him?” I really wanted the answer to the question Jeff asked, but didn’t want him to know I fully condoned other boys playing with Carl’s package.

“Mom haven’t you been paying attention? Boys love to pants other boys and to publicly expose them.”

I couldn’t stand not having an answer to the earlier question, so I asked, “Would they really feel his penis and stuff?”

“Eventually. First they’d be afraid of being called ‘gay’, but they’d really want to do it. If you told them to, it would give them a ‘point of denial’ for the gay part. You know, an adult told them to do it. But, they’d really get off on forcing him to be naked in front of other kids, especially girls.”

“Where in the hell did you pick up a term like “point of denial”?

“From some of my movies. It means guys have a way out based on someone giving them permission…”

“I know what it means.”

After that the plot was hatched. Jeff and his circle of friends from school and the neighborhood would take the cue from me. All I had to do was to get rid of Carl’s clothes before they did it and make sure Shirley and some of her friends were there for the action. We decided, if I was gone when they stripped him, I could come in and see what was going on. Then I could act as though I thought Carl stripped willingly and could say something like, “Carl, if you like being naked so much, we’ll just make you stay that way for a month or two during the summer.” When he tried to beg off, I’d just say I didn’t believe him and stick to the punishment.

The day of the incident, Jeff had gathered six of his friends and neighbor kids including the two who were Carl’s age. Shirley was at home with three of her friends. They were in her bedroom and the boys were in our family room. Jeff came in and told me everyone was set with the plan. Now that I think about it, the boys were all smiling with Cheshire cat grins and occasionally glancing at the unsuspecting Carl. After clearing Carl’s chest of drawers and closet and locking the clothes in a trunk in the attic, I came down to the family room. “Listen, boys, I have to run to the store for a couple of hours. If I let you all stay in here, you have to promise to behave yourselves, understood?”

One of the neighbor boys just winked and stifled a giggle. I left.

When I returned an hour later, there was Carl struggling with his male captors as he was pinned to the floor by two of them. He was entirely nude. Crying and swearing and struggling to free himself. His penis was erect and though there didn’t appear to be hair yet, his ball sack was showing two descended marbles. Shirley and her friends had looks of surprise at my appearance. Everyone stopped. The boys let go of Carl’s arms and legs and he continued to swear as he tried to make his exit. I stopped him.

“Oooohhh no you don’t, young man. You just stand right there until I figure out what’s going on?”

Crying he started pleading his case. He was looking pathetic trying to shield his erect penis and loose balls sack with his hands. “They stripped me. When you left, Jeff and those ‘friends’ stripped me, Mom. Then they called Shirley and her friends down to see me naked.”

“Is that true, Jeff?”

“No, actually Carl offered to take his clothes off, if we would call Shirley and her friends down to feel his thing. I think he’s a little pervert, Mom. He took ‘em off all by himself.”

“That’s a lie and you know it!!!!” Carl screamed.

“Craig, what about it?” I turned toward a neighbor kid.

“Well, it’s like Jeff said. Carl wanted to show off his thing and he said we could play with it.”

“Why are you all lying? That’s not how it happened. You guys stripped me.”

Jeff returned with, “Yeah, but you said you didn’t care. Admit it Carl.”

“I did care. You guys grabbed me and took my clothes off. Then you pinned me to the floor. You saw them pinning me to the floor, didn’t you Mom?” Carl was adamant and, at this point, crying profusely from the embarrassment of his nudity and the frustration of defending himself. It was almost like he was oblivious to the female audience who were still smirking and looking as best they could for signs of Carl’s long stiff phallus.

“Why were you boys pinning him to the floor?”

“Well, truth be told Mrs. Turner, we had to pin him down so the girls would think it was our idea, when the girls came down to, well, play with his parts. I mean we copped a feel, because Carl told us we could, but it was exciting to think we could watch the girls playing with it, you know…” Philip Richards one of Jeff’s classmates explained. These kids were good, really good. They expertly twisted the story to make Carl the culprit.

“No, Phil, I don’t know. But, if Carl said he wanted to be naked, I can’t argue. Did he really ask for all of this?” I wanted to pronounce punishment as soon as possible.

“Mom, he took off his pants and shirt all by himself. We only had to rip off his underwear.” Jeff insisted.

“Aaahhh…” Carl just grunted in distain. “I didn’t ask you to strip me. And, I didn’t take off any of my clothes. You guys forced me.” Carl stood with his knees touching, with both hands cupped over his penis, and was crying again partially from frustration and partly because I think he sensed I believed them. Hard as he was the tip of his penis was sticking out plainly above his grasp. He couldn’t contain it all. I had to continue acting the part of not knowing a thing about the plot. As this whole argument transpired I wanted to look at that stiff penis soooo badly, so I I sought closure.

“Well, now, Carl, if you feel the need to be naked in front of others, we can arrange for that. How about we just lock up your clothes and make you stay nude for the next month or two? I’ll decide when you get to wear shorts or shirts. And, because you wanted the girls to play with your boy parts, we’ll just make to let anyone who wants to feel them do it. How’s that?”

“Noooo, pleassseee Mom. That’s not how it happened.”

“I’m sorry Carl but that’s how it looks. All these kids are telling a different story than you are.”

He switched to a reasoning approach, “I wouldn’t ask someone to strip me naked. You know that.”

“I thought I did, but that’s not how it looks. You will stay naked until further notice. And, you will let these kids feel whatever they like. Girls included. Do you understand?”

“Nooooo, Mom. Listen…” He whined loudly.

“You heard me. If you don’t let them feel you penis or play with your butt or whatever, I will let your brother whip you with a belt. Understand???” I asked twice. A quick glance told me Jeff was really pleased with his newly ordained position as disciplinarian.

“But, Moooommm…”

I just held up my hand and said, “Carl get out to the car and help me get the groceries into the house.”

“Mom, I’m naked.”

“Yep. And it’s time the neighborhood got a good look at you. Now get out to the car. And, keep your hands away from your penis. Go now, I’ll be right out.”

He left the room and we all watched as he crept toward the car in the opened driveway. He stopped in front of the vehicle and was going to use the car to shield his body from the waist down as he waited. Before leaving the room, I said to all the kids, “You be sure to feel his penis and other parts as much as you want. Nothing’s off base. He wants to be felt and seen, let’s make sure we feel him and show him off. Okay?”

Shirley’s friends giggled, the boys all had shit eating grins, and thus followed two months of arousal for me as I watched my twelve year old literally being “man”handled by his ten to fifteen year old peers. It was exciting to me aiming my IPad camera at the melee that followed. There was eleven year old Craig, a neighbor boy, with Carl’s erect penis in a choke hold as he grinned with the look of a big game hunter who’d just bagged his first lion.

His erections were tremendously popular with everyone and many photo ops followed. I’ll just describe a few other notable events from the past few months. Actually, it’s amazing how many people just play the part of being aghast at the sight of nude young boys. It’s all a part of the American faux morality. It simply isn’t truthful. At the very least they find it “cute” to see naked prepubescent boys romping innocently. Most would pet them frequently, if they didn’t feel it was contrary to the moral standards of the majority. My feeling after observing my son naked in public places is it really isn’t truly as offensive as the majority give lip service to. How many of you adults out there, took photos of my nude son? A hell of a lot of you did—Ipads, camera phones, cameras—yeah most of you took advantage of the photo op. I loved watching how most of you tried to act inconspicuous when you took those photos. The truth is you didn’t have to. I would have let you pose him anyway you wanted, if you’d just asked.

I loved it on the beach when you folks would cast those glances at me as I made the kid lie in very vulnerable positions as I put the sunscreen on him. You really got your rocks off as I stroked that hard penis up and down for several minutes making sure it was thoroughly coated. You loved it when his ass would suddenly lurch off the blanket as he went into a semi-dry orgasm didn’t you? Or how about when I was so carefully caressing his backside as I my hands slowly and smoothly coated them with sunscreen? Tell me you didn’t enjoy watching me impale him with my middle finger when I pretended his little hole had to be protected too. Yeah, you wanted the boy clothed? I don’t think so.

And, to the young mother with two preschoolers in tow, who brushed her hand against Carl’s package and acted like it was an accident. Shoot, I would have let you play with it for an hour. He wouldn’t have, but I would have made him let you do it. Instead you acted so apologetic when he bolted. What the hell did you apologize for? You know you planned the contact for several minutes. All I can say is if you see him again, enjoy.

The other group who were fun to watch is the 8 – 15 year old boys. They really do long to feel each other’s things, but we’ve made it sound like there’s something wrong with them even just thinking of doing it. Let me tell you, most of them hide their intended contact with more acceptable behavior. You know like wrestling. Some of the boys would jump on Carl acting like they wanted to wrestle with him, though he didn’t want it. I’d count the moments before the playful boys’ hands would “accidentally” find their way to Carl’s genitals. They always did. A few of them even impaled his hole with their fingers. I’d often stand there cheering with instructions. You know, “Okay flip him. You can do it. Stick your finger in his butt hole and use it to flip him.” Or, “Grab his dick. Use it as a handle and flip him over.” Oh, I’m getting hot just thinking about it.

One of my friends questioned why boys would be “so into feeling another boy’s stuff”. She said, “I don’t understand why so many boys would be interested in playing with his penis. They all have one of their own.”

“Well, using that reasoning let me ask you, would you like to drive a Ferrari?”

“Hell, yes, I’d like to drive a Ferrari.?”

“Why? You have a perfectly good Toyota you can drive any time you want? It’s all about comparison of their parts and how they work with those of others, I think. Come on, you and I both know even we girls did cursory visual examinations of each other in the school locker rooms. Don’t deny it. Guess boys are the same.”

The girls didn’t need as much coaching. Girls from birth to sixteen only needed for me to say, “You can feel whatever you want. If he gives you a difficult time, let me know and we’ll whip him with a belt. Wouldn’t you like to see a naked boy getting whipped with a belt?” Boy, did that open some doors. They’d immediately grab his balls or stroke his hard on. Sometimes Carl would cry with humiliation, but, hey, humiliation is good for him. And, I love it too when he is frustrated and humiliated.

One toddler girl actually tried to consume the boy’s penis like it was a Popsicle. I loved it, Carl and the kid’s mother hated it. She pulled her off and kept saying words like “nasty”, “shame on you”, “disgusting”. I just thought, “Yeah, give her sixteen or seventeen years. She won’t believe you.” I kind of wish the kid would have bit down hard. You know right at the cleft between the shaft and the head. I’d love to have seen Carl scream out in pain. Imagine how that would have worked out if Carl was a year or two older and actually shooting his stuff. Now that mental image is perverted.

It’s still fun to watch the ten, eleven and twelve year old boys get the courage to cop a feel. They have this lingering idea touch some other kid’s package will make them gay. Funny, because Jeff tells me that often try to embarrass each other by quickly punching their friends’ balls as they collect the papers in class or walk out of the lunch line with their trays. He calls it grab ass. No matter how you look at it, it’s designed to embarrass and humiliate the recipient. But, feeling the other kids’ naked packages would make them gay?

Anyway these prepubescent kids are a little more emboldened. After a few passing glances and giggles and joking remarks about the bouncing hard on, they will often put it in a strangle hold. Just grab his dick and pull. Of course, when they are observed doing it, they immediately let go to avoid any look of impropriety and to avoid the dreaded “gay” label.

Now one of the boys, Ryan Corbett, I’m pretty sure is developing gay tendencies. He’s twelve, a classmate of Carl’s, and lives two doors down. The two boys never hung out together. They acknowledged each other in passing, but really shared no interest in socializing with each other. That is until now. I must admit the interest isn’t reciprocal, but now that Carl has to be nude when he’s home, Ryan finds reasons to spend a lot of time at our house. He never did before. Of course Jeff and the other boys in the area all describe Ryan by “he’s gay”. I must admit, when it comes to behavior, the kid fits the stereotype.

Often when the boys are into a video game, Ryan just sits there staring at Carl’s penis. I’m not sure Carl is aware of Ryan’s interest, but I sure am. My devious mind developed a plan to get the two twelve year olds to third base.

I tossed Ryan a bottle of sunscreen and told Carl to let him put the sunscreen on. Of course Carl complained and tried to buck the order.

“I can do it myself. Why do I need sunscreen on anyway?”

“We’re going to the beach. That’s why.”

“Oh please Mom, not the beach. Not again. All those people stare at me. Can’t I wear a suit this time?”

“Noooo, you will go just like you are. I like people staring at you. I’m proud of you. They just like seeing your penis and stuff.”

“Come on Mom. Please let me wear a suit.”

“I said no.”

“But people stare at me and take pictures of me and stuff. Please, Mom.”

“Carl you will go naked. You wanted to show off your body to everyone, well now you have your chance.”

Carl started with his tears of frustration. “Mom, I told you Jeff and those other guys stripped me. I didn’t take my clothes off. They stripped me. This whole thing is wrong.”

I didn’t respond to his argument. As I glanced at Ryan he had the look of a kid at Christmas standing there holding the tube and obviously anxious as hell to smear the stuff on Carl. “Let Ryan put the sunscreen on you.”

“No. I can put it on myself.”

I slapped his bare ass. “Ryan will put it on you. Now assume the position, young man.”

His eyes got all watery. I slapped his ass again. I mean I actually left a hand print. “Get down there and get into that frog pose as Shirley calls it.” It’s that position you girls wrote about when they’re on their backs, hand above their heads and feet drawn up together so their penises, balls and anuses are fully accessible. I make him do that so I can get at everything and often make him do it so other folks can explore him as well. Not to mention it’s turning out to be one of my favorite photographic poses for him.

He eventually did as he was told. By this point Ryan was obviously tented as he knelt down beside Carl’s now fully vulnerable body.

“Be sure to spend a lot of time on his penis and sack there, Ryan. We don’t want those sensitive areas getting burnt, now do we?”

The kid was grinning as he squirted some of the lotion in his hands. First place he went? Carl’s penis. Carl quickly tried to brush the boy’s arm away.

“Carl!” I yelled.

“I don’t want him touching my stuff, Mom.”

“I do. I want him to do what I told him to do. Ryan, if he tries to do that again, I want you to punch him as hard as you can right in his ball sack. Understand?”

The newly empowered kid just nodded with a smile.

“I mean it. Right in his ball sack as hard as you can.”

Carl got a look of angry submission on his face and fixed his gaze on the ceiling as Ryan resumed his work on Carl’s genitalia.

“That’s right Ryan. You just rub it in there really good. Make sure he’s covered well.”

Carl’s phallus was hard as a board and was sticking straight up. I’ll bet he could have measured an easy six inches. It was evident the girth was increasing as well. It was comparable to one of those cheap hot dogs. You know the skinny ones? But it was without a doubt growing.

Ryan on the other hand had a tent in his lap that must have been three inches or so. I couldn’t help but enjoy teasing him too.

“Ryan, you know if you want you could take your clothes off too. It looks like something wants to come out of the tent there.”

The kid was really embarrassed at that and tried to find a way to cover it all up. He tried to reposition himself, but couldn’t find a comfortable way to sit while concealing the evidence of his erection. I just made a note to talk with his mother. Actually, I think his mother would have been on board with making him strip too. Wouldn’t that have been cute? Watching two naked boys in such interaction?

I can’t complain though. It was every bit as arousing humiliating Carl by making him let another boy work on his package. Especially since all the other boys recognized Ryan’s penchant for homosexual pursuits.

It was truly a good summer. I’ve decided, when the hair starts, I’ll take some of your advice and shave it for a few more months. It is a really sizeable penis and the kid needs to be proud to show it off. It’ll be interesting watching when folks playing with him bring him to the point of shooting his wad. That will really frustrate, embarrass and humiliate the kid, so I’ll probably do it to him. Yep, shave that sucker and let other folks milk him to their hearts content. You know just for another year of two. Anyway, thanks for empowering me with your stories. I could have never done this without knowing so many of you out there were like me. You mothers just keep ‘em naked. See you (and hopefully them) at the beach.

(The End)