Bathed by Mom and Aunt During Visit to India

Exposed to Neighbor Lady

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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As I mentioned, my mom assuming I had lost all modesty in India, led to some very embarrassing situations for me. The first involved Mrs. Cindy Johnson. She was a neighbor lady whose husband was in the military. She was my mom’s age, but did not have any kids. She invited me and my mom over for tea after we had returned from India.

I was sitting on the couch with my mom and Mrs. Johnson, when she remarked, “What a coincidence. This month’s National Geographic Magazine issue is about India. Do you want to see it?”

My mom nodded, and Mrs. Johnson brought the magazine over. Soon they were flipping through admiring the photography while my mom complemented the article by telling her own experiences in India.

They kept flipping, until they came to a picture of a bunch of boys swimming naked in a canal by the roadside.

“Boys sure are free and uninhibited in India. What did Sushil think of that having grown up here?” Mrs. Johnson remarked.

My mom then proceeded to tell how I had first been so shy, but eventually I had left my modesty behind and had allowed my mom or my aunt to bathe me in the open courtyard, even when there were other relatives visiting, not caring who saw me naked.

“You know,” began Mrs. Johnson,”boys used to be free like that here too. My mother told me stories of when she was growing up, they would have bath nights, where they brought a big tub and set it up in the kitchen. She and her sisters along with my grandma, would help their brothers to take a bath. I am glad that your culture still preserves that innocence and freedom for boys.”

At this point, I swear she looked at me with a little twinkle in her eye, and then looked back at my mom.

“Please don’t take it the wrong way, but I am almost sad that I was not there to witness it. A boy of Sushil’s age being so innocent and carefree, must have been so beautiful.”

“It definitely was,” my mom replied. “I feel so much closer to my son now. I feel he is so much more open with me about everything.”

Thankfully, they moved on to other topics.

A few days later, I came home from playing ball with some neighborhood kids. As I walked inside the house, I saw Mrs Johnson standing in the hallway with a basket of clothes.

“Hi, Mom. Hi, Mrs. Johnson,” I called out. “I am all sweaty, so I will go upstairs and shower.”

“Hi Sushil,” Mrs. Johnson greeted me.

“Sushil, honey, our washing machine is broken. Mrs. Johnson is graciously helping out by taking a load of laundry to her place.”

“Cindy, would you mind waiting for just a minute so I can give you Sushil’s clothes too. That way we don’t have sweaty clothes just lying about in the house growing germs.”

“No problem. I can wait,” Mrs. Johnson answered.

“Ok, honey. Take off your clothes and put them in the basket for Mrs. Johnson.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Hopefully, I could at least keep my underwear on.

Still in shock and disbelief that I had to undress in front of Mrs. Johnson, I slowly undid my shoes, took them off, and then took off my socks and put them in the basket.

I must have been too slow for Mom.

“Honey, let’s not keep Mrs. Johnson waiting,” she said.

With that, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and underwear, and pulled them both down in one shot. I kind of casually covered myself while I stepped out of them for her. But then, she had me lift up my hands over my head to take off my t-shirt.

I was fully exposed.

“He is growing up so fast,” I heard Mrs. Johnson remark.

My mom swept off my t-shirt and put it in the basket with the other clothes.

“He is, but he will always be my baby,” she remarked tenderly, hugging me and planting a kiss on my forehead.

That was when she noticed a small amount of blood on my forehead.above my eye from where I had scraped myself while playing.

“Honey, wait right here, I will get a wet paper towel so I can wipe the blood and take a better look at it.”

I desperately wanted to cover up, but it seemed pointless now. Also, my mom had previously told Mrs. Johnson that I was unashamed about my nudity now that I had returned from India, and I didn’t want to make my mom look bad in front of her friend. So, I just stood there, arms by my side, trying to act like it was no big deal, waiting for my mom to come back from the kitchen. Mrs. Johnson just looked at me with a slight smile.

Mom soon returned with the wet paper towel and carefully dabbed the blood away to reveal a small abrasion.

“Now go take your bath,” my mom said as she gave a light smack to my naked bottom. “After you are done, I will put some medicine on the cut.”

As I walked up the stairs naked, I felt embarrassed and angry at my mom for exposing me like this. As I continued to think about it, though, I realized that she wasn’t doing it to be mean, she just thought I didn’t care. I vowed I would talk to my mom and tell her that she was embarrassing me.

However, for some reason, I could never make myself actually bring up the subject with her, and my mom kept on assuming that I was ok with the casual nudity.

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