Saturday Part 1

By Flint

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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. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Stephen woke first on Saturday morning, urged to wake by a need to pee. He was at first shocked to find himself in a bed nude-without covers. Seeing Clark likewise beside him reminded him of the events from the night before. Clark was lying mostly on his stomach with his face deep in his pillow-wet near his open mouth drooling. From the way Clark was positioned Stephen suspected Clark was sporting a morning ‘stiffie’ (as was Stephen).

Stephen slipped out of bed and made his way to the door-wondering if he should dress before stepping out to the bathroom. Clark’s mother’s room was downstairs, and the upstairs was basically Clark’s, so it should be safe he’d be the only person moving about upstairs. So he stepped into the hall cautiously, and seeing none made his way naked to the bathroom.

Stephen must have spent more time peeing than he thought-he did take in his naked self a while in the full length mirror in the bathroom, because as he stepped out and made it part way down the hall, Clark’s mother stepped into the hall in front of him unexpectedly (for both of them) her hands holding dishes from the snacks Clark and Stephen had taken to the upstairs den, and said, “Stephen! What are you doing?”

Humiliated at being so totally exposed, Stephen quickly cupped his genitals with his hands, and wildly thinking an excuse (he couldn’t tell her he and Clark just shared a bed naked with each other), said, “I was going to shower, but couldn’t figure out the controls. I’m sorry; I thought I was the only one awake up here.” Clark’s mom was still before him blocking him from Clark’s room.

“Yes, Clark sleeps pretty late on Saturday mornings. And yes, I seldom venture up here-Clark’s room is a disaster. I just wanted to gather the dishes from last night. I’m sorry to invade your space. Don’t be embarrassed, you know I have a son.” She set down the dishes on the floor, put her hands on Stephen’s shoulders, and then directed him back towards the bathroom. “I’ll show you how the controls work.”

A very shy and very naked Stephen was then being escorted into the bathroom. Clark’s mom gathered a towel and wash rag from the cabinet. She hung the towel on a towel rack and pushed a button on it. “This is a warming rack. By the time you finish your shower or bath the towel will feel good and warm. When you finish drying put the towel back, and the warming will help dry it.”

She then pulled back the curtain and told him to step in the tub. “You turn on the water here, lets get the temperature right. “ While that was running she told him, “Reach up here to the shower head. With one hand push this button, and with the other you can then turn and adjust the spray. Here try it.”

Having to use both hands, Stephen’s privacy was gone, but he was too scared to protest. He was then shown where to find and replace the soap and shampoo. She then flipped a lever and the spray shot out at Stephen as she closed the curtain.

As she left she said, “I’ll go wake Clark”.

Stephen panicked at that but could do nothing. What would she think when see saw Clark in bed naked also!!

Oddly enough Clark heard his mother say “I’ll wake Clark”. Panicking he just had time to find the covers (but not his boxers), and was flaying with the sheet to cover as his mom entered his room (Stephen had left the door mostly open.)

“Oh, you’re awake. My, what a mess. Why are you flailing about so?”

“Mom. I was up and about to put on clean underwear, when I heard you coming. I was afraid you’d see me naked so I jumped back in bed.”

Seeing Clark’s boxers cast on the floor-(along with Stephen’s clothes) Clark’s mom snickered-“my you boys are mess.” She opened a drawer, pulled out a clan pair of boxers and sat by Clark. “Is my little boy bashful from his mommy?”

Clark just replied “Mom!!”

“Stephen was not so shy, and he is not even my son. I just helped him start his shower.”

Clark did not reply, he was just now realizing that Stephen was missing but his clothes were not.

Clark’s mother grabbed his sheet. Clark knew what to expect. She got him up when he slept late by pulling off the covers. He just had time to turn onto his stomach as the covers came totally off the bed, exposing him totally from the backside.

“Mom! No! I’m naked.”

“Like I haven’t changed you thousands of times.”

“Not in years.”

She sat done beside him on the bed and rubbed his shoulders down and along his back-but not down his rear. “You know you’ll always be my baby. And I know you need privacy. But I still decide if the situation merits how much privacy.” She then gave him two good hand swats on his bare bottom.

“Mom!”

She started to leave then suddenly reached both his sides and started tickling him. Out of control Clark rolled up in a ball in defense, briefly exposing his front side, before she stopped and went to the door. “Stephen may think you’re asleep. He may be embarrassed when he comes back, either being seen or seeing an older boy.”

“Our teams have shared the fieldhouse a few times-he’ll be OK. But I’ll give him plenty of space.”

As soon as she left Clark pulled on the clean boxers and finished dressing. When a naked Stephen peeked in the door he discovered once again he alone was to be nude, but likewise he quickly put on the only clothes he had and the two of them went down to breakfast.

Stephen loved Clark’s house. The kitchen was large with an attached breakfast area surrounded by windows. Clark’s mom asked what their Saturday plans were. Clark replied he needed to go to the friend’s house to feed the dog, then they would go by the mall and maybe to a movie.

Clark’s mom looked at Stephen and frowned. She said, “That is all you have to wear? It is filthy. You can’t go to the mall like that. Follow me.”

Stephen and Clark just looked at each other and shrugged, Stephen then followed Clark’s mom down a short hall, to what turned out to be a utility room. She opened the washer and said “Put that shirt in here.” Stephen complied. “The pants too.” A little reluctantly Stephen complied. “I guess we better wash it all. Put the briefs in also.” Stephen froze. “Come on now, you weren’t modest an hour ago-you haven’t changed any in that time. Stephen sheepishly took off his briefs. “You must have socks upstairs—go get them and put them in also. Take the time to put on the T-shirt of Clark’s you slept in last night. That will cover you while these wash.” Stephen hurried off, ignoring Clark’s laughter as he ran by.

Clark’s mom said to Clark-“Stop laughing unless you want the same treatment.”

A little later Clark and a T-shirt only clad Stephen were sent to the backyard for Clark to water the plants. Stephen used the time to climb up Clark’s old treehouse. Clark was amused to watch Stephen climb the ladder. He yelled up, “Some view you’re providing”. Stephen was checking out some old porn magazines Clark kept there, cowing his mom would never look. Clark yelled up, “Don’t soil that t-shirt”.

Later Clark’s mother told him she had been called out of town for a few days, and he would have to make do on his own. She left him some cash and made him promise to be careful. She had a sudden appointment for a medical procedure she had been waiting on.

Soon Stephen clothes were ready and he and Clark headed to the friends house to feed the dog. When they got there they planned to go swimming, but the pool was too cool. It needed more sunlight. Still they piled their clothes on a patio table and soaked in the attached hot tub area.

While there, their privacy was invaded by the appearance of a 14 year old girl, delivering some packages. The girl said, “What are you doing here?”

Clark replied, “NO, what are you doing here.”

“I live next door, and I’m leaving these packages for this family. They are out and told me to put these packages on this table if they were out. Its some candles from our school fundraiser”

“We’re feeding the dog while they are out.”

“Looks to me like you are swimming-you have permission?”

“Yes-leave your packages and go away.”

“Just what are you two doing”

“None of your business”

Seeing the clothes piled on the table, the girl said, “You change into bathing suits out here?”

“None of your business”

She walked over towards them.

“Keep away”

“Why, are ya’ll swimming naked—I don’t see any suits”

“The bubbles block them”

“You two are being nasty”

“Leave us alone.”

“Why don’t you get out and show that you wearing bathing trunks”

“We don’t want to.”

The girl went to the table and gathered the clothes. “Well, I’ll just take these home”

“That is stealing”

“Then stop me”

“OK. I admit we are naked-leave the clothes please.”

“Get out and show me”

“NO”

The girl then left to the gate.

“Pease come back”

The girl came back without the clothes. “I’ll return the clothes after you show yourselves.”

Trapped, Clark and Stephen got out, clutching their privates. Clark said “OK. Now return our clothes”

“Hands behind your head”

“Please no”

“Your problem”

First Clark the Stephen uncovered. The girl inspected them closely. “Not much to look at. Ok I’ll bring your clothes.”

She stayed to watch them dress. “Where is our underwear?”

“Oh, I’m keeping that as a souvenir”

Later, now going commando, Clark and Stephen were ready for an almost fully attired day. They had both been too naked for too long.

(The End)