Bathed by Mom and Aunt During Visit to India

By Sushil

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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 mother and father are from India, but I was born and grew up in the United States. By age 10, I had developed a real sense of modesty, and was mortified even at the thought of a girl seeing me naked. For example, one time for a school book report, I read "Little Men" by Louisa May Alcott. In the book, there is a scene of boys being bathed by two women when he enters an orphanage. Just reading that story made me feel embarrassed and I felt glad I was not that boy.

My mom, for her part, respected my modesty. She had stopped bathing me around age 8. Up until I was 10, she would help me wash my hair. After age 10, I was never naked in the presence of my mom, except for school physicals. Even there, she tried to minimize my embarrassment by taking me to a male pediatrician, and turning away when the doctor did the whole turn and cough routine.

That state of affairs continued until I went to India with my mom for the wedding of one of her younger sisters. I think I was around 12 years old, but, in any case, had not started puberty yet. We stayed at my grandma’s house. My mom was the oldest of 3 sisters. The middle one was in her 20’s and was getting married. The youngest sister was 19 years old, and was away at college when we arrived.

This was some time back, before India had developed like it is now. The house was large, but did not have a lot of the modern amenities like indoor plumbing. Instead, the house was built around a large courtyard. In the middle was a pump. Off to one side of the yard was a bathing area that was walled off for privacy. Whenever you took a bath, you would fill up a bucket with water at the pump and carry it to the bath area. There, you would use a small cup to pour water on yourself.

Well this proved to be a problem, I was used to showering and using washcloths in America. I was not used to taking a bath with a bucket of water and soaping myself with my hands. Because of this, I did not do as good a job as I should have. Add to that the fact that there was more dirt in general due to dusty unpaved roads, and in a few days, I had developed a few small boils on my legs.

When I showed them to my mom one morning, she immediately called my grandma and aunt to come to the room and take a look. The three of them agreed that it was due to my not bathing myself properly. It was agreed that my mom would give me baths from here on out.

“Mom, I don’t want you to give me a bath. I’m a big boy now.” I protested.

“Would you like me to give you your bath?” my aunt piped up?

I blushed at the thought of my aunt giving me a bath.

“Don’t tease him,” my mom said in my defense. “He did not grow up here, and so he is very shy and is not used to our culture. Sushil, honey, remember I am your mother. I changed your diapers and gave you baths all your life. I know you are embarrassed, but this is for your good.” my mom told me.

I realized it was hopeless. I would much rather have my mom give me a bath than my aunt. I agreed.

My mom grabbed a towel and we went out to the courtyard. I helped my mom fill the bucket with water from the pump, and carried it to the bath area. Once we were in the bath area, my mom threw the towel on the wall to keep it dry, and then began to undress me. She took off my shorts, and then my shirt. I thought for a minute that I might be able to keep my underwear on, but as soon as she had pulled my shirt off, she quickly pulled my underwear down as well and had me step out of them.

I stood completely naked before my mom. To be honest it wasn’t really that bad. It had only been a couple of years since she had seen me in the shower, and like I mentioned, I had not yet started puberty. After a few awkward minutes, I kind of became used to it and we started chatting like normal. After the bath, my mom wrapped the towel around me and we went into our room where I got dressed.

This continued for a week. By this time, I was used to my mom giving me a bath and thought nothing of it.

Then my youngest aunt came home from college. When she arrived early in the morning on the train, I was overjoyed. She brought me books and toys. Since I had come here, there was no one even close to my age. I was bored at the house. While my mom, older aunt, and my grandma more or less ignored me during the day, my youngest aunt would play games with me. I had learned a little chess back in America, and my aunt and I would play.

The second day after she came, my mom called me to come take my bath. I was playing chess at the time with my youngest aunt.

“Akka,” my youngest aunt addressed my mom. “Akka” is our word for “big sister”.

“I will give Sushil his bath.”

Before I could say anything, mom came to my defense.

“Thanks, but I had better give Sushil his bath. He did not grow up here, so he doesn’t understand our culture. He would be embarrassed to have you give him his bath,” my mom replied.

“Embarrassed to have his favorite auntie give him his bath?” my aunt asked incredulously. “Let me ask him?”

“Sushil, you are ok with me giving you a bath, right?”

I shook my head.

“Why not?”

“You’re a girl!”

“I know, just like your mother. She is a girl too.”

“But… She’s my mom. Mothers are special.”

“But I am your mother’s sister. Your aunt. I am also a mother to you.”

In our culture, we referred to mothers’ younger sisters as “little mothers” and they were treated like our own mothers.

“But my mother has been giving me baths since I was little. She’s already seen me.”

“But I gave you your baths when you came to India when you were five. I have already seen your cute little bottom and pee-pee.”

Apparently the argument convinced my mom. My mom joined in at this point. “See Sushil, she is just like me. I am so busy honey these days, it would really help me if you let auntie give you a bath, just like she did the last time we were here.”

I was used to listening to my mom, so I didn’t put up any resistance as my aunt grabbed a towel and led me out to the courtyard. Just like with my mother, I helped her fill the bucket, and carry it to the bathing area.

As soon as we got into the bath area, my aunt casually put her fingers in the waistband of my shorts and underwear, and pulled them both down in a single quick motion.

I yelped, and instinctively covered myself with my hands.

“I’m your aunt. I’m just like your mother. No need to be shy,” my aunt said with a smile. “Now lift up your hands so I can take off your shirt.”

I lifted my arms so my aunt could take off my t-shirt, exposing my privates to her.

“You’ve grown a lot since I saw you last,” she commented as she pulled my t-shirt off me.

I blushed. It was a lot more embarrassing and exciting to be naked in front of her than my mom.

She then proceeded to matter-of-factly give me a bath, not really paying any attention to my embarrassment. She even pulled my foreskin back to wash the head of my penis and washed up my butt crack with her hand. This was all done in a casual way, while we were talking about other stuff.

After we were done, she dried my off with the towel, wrapped it around me, and sent me off to our room to get dressed.

After that, my youngest aunt bathed me whenever my mom was busy. I got used to it, though there was always a little rush when she undressed me. I think the fact that my aunt hung out with me a lot during the day playing games and talking and joking with me, made it more awkward for her to see me naked. Most of the day she was like a playmate and peer, unlike my mother. But then for my bath, I had to switch gears and see her as an authority figure and stand naked and exposed in front of her.

For her, I don’t think it was a big deal at all. In the Indian culture in which my aunt grew up, older sisters and aunts and moms bathed boys. It was just what was done, and nobody thought that was weird or shameful. For her, my embarrassment was more a source of bemusement about the cultural differences.

Because of this, she was a lot less careful about protecting my modesty than my mother had been.

My mother never allowed anyone else to come into the bath area while she was giving me my bath. If one of my aunts or grandma wanted to talk with her, she would tell them she was giving me a bath, and would talk with them afterwards. However, my aunt was different. If my mom or grandma or other aunt wanted to talk with her, she would yell out that she was in the bath area and for them to come in. The first time was with my mother. Since I was already used to my mom seeing me naked and giving me a bath, I did not object. My aunt took that as a precedent, and later on, the visitors included my other aunt and grandma. Although I was embarrassed for them to see me naked, I did not protest or make a big deal about it. Everyone seemed so casual about it, and as my aunt had pointed out, they were all in a mother-like relation to me.

Then a few days before the wedding, my mom’s cousin arrived from out of town to stay with us until the wedding. She had four daughters. The oldest was 12, the same age as me. The rest were younger.

They were in awe that I lived in America. They asked me about how life was and about all the modern stuff. I was like a god to them.

For my part, I enjoyed the adulation. It was satisfying to my male ego to have all these girls hanging on every word I was saying and being impressed with my life in America.

That evening, my aunt took me for my bath. The whole time I was being bathed, I was in mortal fear that one of the girls would come into the bath area. To my relief, no one came into the bath area, and it was just me and my aunt for my bath.

The next evening, there was a big pre-wedding event we all had to go to. The whole house was abuzz with excitement. Everyone was getting ready. My aunt called me. “Come, Sushil, let’s go take your bath.”

Just like usual,I filled the bucket at the pump. Just as we were about to head to the bathing area, the maid informed us that my mom was taking a bath in there.

My aunt just shrugged and said “Ok, then we will do it here!”

And with that, she casually pulled down my shorts and underwear, and told me to lift my arms to take off my t-shirt. I was embarrassed to be naked in front of the maid, who until this time had never seen me undressed. My aunt acted like it was no big deal and began to pour water on me and soap me up. I closed my eyes as my aunt soaped up my face.

After my aunt rinsed my face, I opened my eyes. To my horror, I saw the four girls that were staying with us. They were fully dressed in their party outfits. I was mortified!

Up until this time, I had been the big, suave, sophisticated boy from America, and now I was just a naked little boy, with my bare bottom, balls, and penis exposed, getting a bath in front of them while they were fully dressed! I am sure my face must have turned red with shame! How would I be able to look them in the eye, much less talk with them in the future now that they had witnessed my complete exposure?

As soon as the bath was done, I hurried upstairs and put on my clothes. We all went together to the pre-wedding event. In the festivities, I forgot about my embarrassment. We came home exhausted, and all fell asleep.

The next morning, to my surprise, the girls’ attitude toward me had not changed. They still asked me about America and hung on my every word. I was still the big, suave, sophisticated boy from America. To them, a boy getting bathed in the open was just a routine part of life.

I realized that the whole time that the only person who cared about my nudity was me! Nobody else cared or thought any less of me on account of seeing me naked. I was stressing myself out unnecessarily.

For the rest of my time during my India visit, I decided to be as casual as they were about my nudity. I let my mom and aunt bathe me in the open next to the pump. While my mom or aunt was bathing me, I would often be talking and laughing with the girls. There was a strange excitement and freedom at being naked in front of these females.

The actual wedding occurred a few days later, and shortly after that mom and I went back to America. What was strange is that once I was back in America, it was like a switch flipped and I went back to being modest again. It is so weird how just a change of location can change a boy’s feeling about modesty so greatly.

Unfortunately, my mom did not appreciate fully, just how much my modesty had returned, now that I was back in America. The big reason for this is that while I once again felt mortified at the thought of a female seeing me naked, that shame did not apply with my mother. Sometimes, she would come into the bathroom while I was getting undressed or showering to collect clothes for washing or to put away clean towels in the cabinet. Since we had clear shower doors, I was completely exposed to her. However, because she was my mother, and she had seen me naked so recently in India, this casual exposure did not bother me at all.. I would happily chat with her about my day while stark naked. However, my mom thought that my care-free nudity around her was due to a general lack of not caring who saw me naked. This misunderstanding would lead to some embarrassing situations for me.

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