What A Season

By CrackCorn

(I'll forward it to the author)

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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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What A Season

When I was 10 it was just Mom & I in that big old farmhouse. We had a dog, cats, chickens, a garden, a pig, a small pond with fish. I’d get home from school, do some homework and chores, and mom would come home from work 2 hours later. Dinner together, care for the animals, schoolwork, often a bath, then a cuddle and off to bed.

One evening during dinner Mom said she had some news, maybe bad news. Her boss asked her to change her shift, to work later so she could keep the operation going smoothly until about 8pm. “What will I do by myself? And what about dinner?” I asked.

“I’m going to hire Mandy—you know, that high school kid down the road—to come be with you.”

I had two immediate reactions. One, an immediate flush of pleasure, because I knew Mandy well enough to like her and know she could be fun. Two, trepidation about this big change in my routine.

Well, the next Monday the new routine started. Mom had given Mandy instructions by phone, told her I pretty much knew where things were, and said dinner fixings would be set out or in the fridge.

Mandy came about 4 o’clock. Nice girl, a little tall, freckles, curly black hair, confident, bright blue eyes, smiling, cut-off jeans, cotton work shirt. “Hi Buddy” she said, mussing up my hair with her fingers. She looked around the place to see how everything was set up. She told me she’d be making dinners, she’d be with me till Mom came home, and that once in a while she might take me to her family’s home for dinner. She made macaroni & cheese while I gathered eggs and fed the animals. During dinner (which was pretty good!) she asked me what I liked to do, if I had a bike, etc. Afterward I showed her around outside. She was awfully nice, seemed very interested in me.

Around 7pm she asked me if I needed a bath. This was a shocker—having a pretty neighbor girl involved with my bath! Mandy said “Your Mom might appreciate coming home to find you already bathed and in PJs.” I told her I really didn’t do much to get dirty that day. “OK” she said, “at least for tonight,” apparently putting me on notice that baths would likely be part of the evenings when she was in charge. Mom came home just after 8, saw everything was in good order, and consulted briefly with Mandy saying so I could also hear “If you have time you might try to get a bath in. I’m a little tired by this hour.” “Happy to” said Mandy with a bright smile. At bedtime I couldn’t sleep right away because of thoughts about Mandy actually giving me a bath.

The next day Mandy arrived by bike. It was hot and muggy. We gathered eggs together, cleaned out the henhouse, played on the tire swing, had a nice dinner of cheese omelets, and cleaned up the kitchen. We each did our own schoolwork assignments. When Mandy helped me with division she put her head right next to mine. There was something awfully nice about her closeness and her smell.

About 7:15 she announced with a smile, “Bath time! I’ll run the water, you hop in, I’ll shampoo your hair and scrub you down! Get your PJs so you can put them on after.” It didn’t seem like I had any choice. I got my PJs from upstairs and put them on the toilet tank. Mandy was testing the water coming into the tub. Behind her back I quickly undressed, except for underpants, and put the dirty clothes in the hamper. “I think the water’s good. Hop in.” she said, then turned around to see why I was hesitating. “Hah! Underpants too little guy,” and quickly pulled them right down. Wow!—what a feeling! A breeze on my privates, and this pretty girl looking me over. I didn’t know if I was just a little boy that an older girl could routinely take care of, or a young man who should have privacy, but in any case found myself going along with this weird experience. I guess I really didn’t have much choice.

I climbed into the old clawfoot tub. Mandy used a pot to pour warm water over my head, then rubbed shampoo in and did a thorough job on my hair. What would she do with the rest of my body? Well, I found out that she washed every inch with a soapy washcloth, even the privates. After my upper body and legs she washed my rectum, and the area between it and my little ball sack. She gave my peter a little twist with the washcloth. She had me lie down and with the pot poured rinse water on me. She then used her hands to rub off any soap that might be between my legs and around my privates. She said “I have more experience bathing girls than boys, but this should be OK.” She was probably referring to her little sister Ginny who was my age, also cute and freckled, but blonde.

Mandy pulled the plug, told me to stand up, then toweled me everywhere she had washed, and I mean everywhere, then helped me into the PJs. I felt so exposed, but also wonderful. It seemed like something was stirring in me ‘down there.’

When Mom got home she was delighted to see everything done. She thanked Mandy kindly, and sent her on her way with regards to her parents. Mom spent a little time with me, gave me a nice cuddle, said I smelled good, and sent me to bed. It took some time for sleep to overcome a sense of excitement about Mandy and bath time.

I liked Mandy sitting me. She liked to work and play with me outdoors and we often got dirty. I wondered if this was to make sure I’d need a bath. I started getting interested in her body. She was strong, tan, and her skin was smooth. It looked like she had nice chest development under her shirts.

She arrived one day wearing a bandana tied around her chest. We got real muddy working in the pigpen. At bath time she said she was going to have to clean up a little herself. After she washed and rinsed me all over, and I mean all over, she took off the bandana and used the washcloth to clean her whole body down to her waist, and then her long pretty legs. It seemed so natural to her. I really enjoyed getting a good view of her tits, and while I was just standing there naked she let me look as much as I wanted. Then the towel routine. After she left I told Mom what Mandy had done. Mom asked if it bothered me. “Heck no!” I said, “she sees me completely naked all the time.” Mom seemed happy that I was getting interested in a girl’s body, and gave me a long, close cuddle to her chest before sending me upstairs to bed.

A few days later Mandy arrived, announced we were going to have dinner with her family. First we did chores, some of which were messy. We gathered my PJs, then biked over to her family’s house. Her mom had roasted a big chicken, which everyone devoured with relish. Mandy’s sister Ginny and I both had chicken grease on us. Afterward Mandy asked her mother if she shouldn’t bathe Ginny and me. “Good idea, they could use it!” her mom said.

“OK kids, come with me to the bathroom.” Mandy said. She ran a big tub of water and asked if we had to go pee. We both said no. “Then hop in the tub. It’s big enough for both of you.” Ginny was a nice girl in my grade at school. We were pretty good friends, but had never seen each other naked. We both hesitated. “Come on you little ragamuffins, out of those clothes!” Mandy said. She made it seem so natural, Ginny and I both became like little obedient kids and undressed, making separate piles of our clothes on the floor. I noticed that Ginny’s body was much more like mine than like her sister’s—slim, narrow hips, no breasts. Except our privates were way different. Ginny and I both got good looks at each other while Mandy thoroughly cleaned, rinsed, toweled both of us, and finally put us in PJs. We spent some time in the living room—their father played guitar and sang some funny songs. The mom brought in cookies and milk. I could see that a family with both a mom & dad could be quite nice. Mom picked up me and my bike on her way home, and thanked Mandy for having me all ready for bed. As I was falling asleep that night I was thinking about Mandy’s tits, Ginny’s body, my own undeveloped body, and even my Mom’s chest.

Mandy had a girlfriend, Sara. Sara always impressed me as being a little loud and wild. She had a round face and a big chest so you might think she was plump but, as I found out, her body was quite trim. Sara came one day to keep company with Mandy. When I saw them come in the door I thought “Uh oh. Does this mean two girls will see me naked?” Sara helped with the chores, and while picking peas in the wet garden she, like Mandy and I, got somewhat muddy.

After spaghetti and homework we got to sit and talk for a while. Sara had me sit on the sofa with her. She turned the conversation to tickling and being ticklish, asked me if I was ticklish. “Not very” I said. “Let me see” Sara said, then grabbed my right foot, removed the sock and started tickling the sole. I yelped and struggled but she held on. She also tried my knees and the sides of my belly. The foot was the worst. Then Sara challenged me to find out where she was ticklish. I tried the knee, the sides of the belly, the underarms—almost nothing. Her foot—a fair response, but she said “That’s not it.” I tried her ears, neck, back, pretty much all over—nothing. I’m pretty sure Mandy, watching all this, knew what Sara was up to. When I got to Sara’s thighs—she was wearing shorts—there was a little giggle. The higher I went and the more inside I went the more Sara laughed. She clamped her legs together but not very tight—I pulled them apart with my hands and found sensitive spots way up high near her privates.

“OK,” announced Mandy, “bath time! Let’s get this boy cleaned up.” Sara was very interested in the bath procedure—she sat on the toilet seat and watched everything. When the tub was ready I undressed while facing away from Sara and carefully climbed into the tub. Mandy again shampooed and washed and rinsed me thoroughly. Then it was time to stand up for the towel. Again I faced away from Sara. Again I got every part toweled. The PJs were up in my bedroom so I just stood there naked. Sara said she was still a little muddy and needed to clean up. She took off everything but panties and sat on the edge of the tub cleaning off the muddy parts. Then the sitter Mandy also said, “Well, I guess I’m muddy too,” took off everything but panties. and sat next to Sara on the tub edge.

I was fascinated by their bodies, wanted to see as much as possible, so turned around to get a good look. Sara said, “Oh, so now Buddy thinks it’s OK to see naked bodies!” After cleaning the dirt off her arms and legs she swung around, dried off, and said “Well, I can see you so I guess you can see me!” and took off the panties too. She was definitely a courageous girl. “Come close and get a good look. Do you want to touch me?” Well...I did. Her big tits looked wonderful so I rubbed them and squeezed them with my little hands. I ran my fingers through the curly hairs in her crotch. At this, Sara started handling my little pecker. But the darnedest thing happened, my little pecker got bigger and started pointing up! It felt very strange. And it seemed to have some fascination for the girls who were staring at it. Mandy cuddled me to her bare breasts and both girls touched and examined my stiff little pecker. I was in heaven. I hadn’t known there could be such pleasure in my body.

“Well, I guess the little guy is starting to grow up” Mandy said. “You better run up and get your PJs.” I should have been relieved to get covered again but it was so lovely with these bare girls in the steamy bathroom I felt some disappointment. When I came down the girls were just starting to get dressed so I continued looking. “You really like bath-time, don’t you little fellow!” Sara said. I was embarrassed and hung my head. “Oh, that’s perfectly all right” said Mandy, “completely normal for a healthy kid your age.”

When Mom came home she and the girls seemed to share some knowing smiles while glancing at me. Mandy held up a thumb and finger about 2 to 3 inches apart—Mom nodded approvingly. Later when Mom cuddled me I pressed my hands into her chest. Mom told me to wait a minute, took off her blouse and bra, and let me feel her breasts as much as I liked while she relaxed in the easy chair. Naked angels carried me off to dreamland that night. On Saturday when Mom bathed me she was bare to the waist. Said this would prevent her blouse from getting wet. She carefully handled my little balls and pecker which did its little perking up, making her smile again.

Little Ginny and I were in the same grade and rode the school bus together. We kept the secret of our little bath-time experience between us, and would sometimes see each other and smile. One day she arrived at our house with Mandy, who said both her parents were out and she couldn’t leave Ginny home alone. Ginny was great helping with the animals and garden. She helped Mandy make dinner. She and I collaborated on our homework, which was identical. Then Mandy said “Stand up you two, I need to see how dirty you are.” I was dirty from chores, as usual. Ginny had dirty knees and arms from the mud in the garden. “You both will need a bath tonight,” said Mandy. Ginny and I looked at each other with disgusted looks as if to say “not again,” but secretly I was glad—I wanted to look Ginny over more carefully, and I had gotten to enjoy being being naked around girls—though I wouldn’t have admitted it. I think Ginny may also have been secretly pleased.

I didn’t try to hide anything while getting naked, though Ginny kept her left side toward me. I could see her nipples which were definitely bigger than mine, and I tried unsuccessfully to see between her legs. Mandy was again down to her panties. I felt that thing happening again to my pecker, and sure enough it starting poking up at the ceiling. Mandy gave us our shampoos and all the rest of the procedures. I got to see more during the towel operation. I flinched every time Mandy touched my little guy, it felt shocking and so good.

When we were done Mandy said “Look Ginny, I want to show you something.” She reached over and started fondling my pecker with one hand and my nuts with the other. “This little guy does double duty. When it’s soft it carries the pee-pee out of the body. And when it gets hard like this it can plant little seeds inside a girl to make babies. The seeds come from two ball inside this sack. So never let one of these inside you until you’re married and ready to have children!”

“You mean it goes inside the girl?” Ginny asked, incredulous.

“You’ve seen the farm animals. It’s the same for people. OK. I’ll show both of you. Here Ginny, sit on the edge here and spread your knees.” At this point I got to see everything and, to learn quite a bit! Mandy pointed out, between some little lips, the place where the pee comes out, and below it the place where the pecker goes in. There was a little button at the top of this hole and when Mandy touched it Ginny seemed to get a big shock. Then Mandy said “I might as well show you mine too” and took off her panties. I could see, once you got past the black curly hairs, that her equipment was much more developed. The lips were larger and the button seemed to be glistening. She let both of us poke and prod around.

I hated to put on the PJs. We three were sitting quietly in the living room, thinking about all this stuff, when Mom came home. I was feeling amazingly good. Mom and Mandy again exchanged meaningful smiles.

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Well, this amazing summer of my life came to an end. Mom remarried, to a really nice guy, I got a cute new stepsister Hansi only a year younger than me. She was curious about everything and wanted to spend most of her time with me. My new dad, Hank, was fun and almost became like a real father to me. He introduced my stepsister and me to hunting, fishing, farm equipment, and horses! It turned out there were plenty of ways for me and my new sister to get dirty.

After a month or so Mom and Hank sat us both down, explained how we would do chores, help each other with the animals, get small allowances, and so on. Also Mom said we would get bathed together in order to save hot water and time. Hansi got wide-eyed and looked at me as if I were an alien. Mom sensed Hansi’s resistance and with Hank’s agreement announced we would have our first bath right now. Mom said to me, but all could hear, “This seems new and scary to Hansi, so I want you to show her how this works.” She sent us both up to our beds to get PJs to bring to the bathroom. Then with all four of us in there (Hank was watching from the toilet seat) she started running the water and said “Buddy, take your clothes off and pile them near the hamper.”

Well, I was an old hand at this procedure, but the thought of Hansi watching made me both nervous and excited. I undressed slowly to see how everybody would handle all this. Mom used the time to examine Hansi’s knees, hands, and hair, and announced “Well, Hansi really does need to get cleaned up!” And to Hansi she said “Honey, when I bathe Buddy I always take off my blouse to keep it clean,” and she took off both her blouse and her bra. This took some attention away from me, so I was able to pull off my last clothing and get in the water without being too conspicuous. Hansi looked startled and couldn’t decide whether to look at Mom’s tits or at naked me.

Hank said, “OK Hansi, bath time. Raise your arms.” And he came over and pulled off her T-shirt. She covered her flat little chest with her arms which allowed him to easily pull her shorts and underpants to her ankles. At this point Hansi gave up and got out of her shoes, socks, and the clothing at her ankles. I of course watched everything. She jumped into the tub as far away from me as possible. Mom went right to work on shampooing both of us. She had me stand for a thorough cleaning including of my privates. Hansi watched all this with wide eyes. Then it was her turn to stand. Gosh, she looked awfully nice to me. Everything was lovely—the lines of her neck and cheek, her straight shoulders and posture, her lovely fanny, her smooth skin.

Mom asked Hank if he wanted to do Hansi but Hank said Mom was doing fine. He seemed to enjoy watching these procedures. “Stand up, Hansi,” he said. She slowly stood in the tub with her arms in front of her but Mom lifted them out of the way to clean everything. I started getting a hard-on. The thorough rinsing and then the toweling got my pecker even more excited and it started pointing up. Hansi’s eyes darted at it repeatedly. I also noticed Hank was enjoying Mom’s breasts wobbling around. He might have also been enjoying seeing his daughter completely naked. Hansi and I got out of the tub.

Hansi finally found her voice. “How come everybody has to take off clothes except Dad?” As I look back on this now I suspect she may have been wanting to see her Dad’s parts all along, and was as curious as I was about these things. Anyway, Hank looked to Mom for guidance. Mom hadn’t anticipated this, and asked, “Hansi, haven’t you ever seen your dad without clothes on?”

“Well, not for a long time,” she said, looking down.

Mom was quiet for a while, but came to a decision. She said to her new husband, “OK, everything off. I’m going to give you a bath also.” He stood up to comply but then seemed to sense a problem and hesitated, looking down at his pants. “Well,” Mom said, “it’s going to happen some time, why not now? Strip!”

Hank took off shirt, undershirt, socks, put them in a neat pile, and looked at Mom who nodded her head with mock sternness. “The rest!” So off came the pants, revealing a big projection in his boxers. He carefully put his pants on the pile and hesitated again. Hansi did not—she walked her naked little self over to her dad, grabbled his boxers by the waist and yanked them down. His giant hard-on was pulled down and when released came up and whacked her in the chin. Now her eyes were really wide. I think so were mine. My pecker seemed so small by comparison. Mom laughed out loud. Hank could not hide his condition as he climbed into the tub.

Mom continued to be master, or mistress, of the bath, and asked Hansi if she wanted to shampoo her dad’s hair, and held out the pot and shampoo toward her. Hansi seemed to forget her nakedness as she dumped water on her dad’s head, washed and rinsed his hair. Mom washed the rest of him, and carefully soaped and rinsed his hard-on and balls. She got a fresh towel to finish him off, not forgetting any part.

So now there were three of us stark naked in the warm bathroom, and Mom topless. I said “Mom, don’t you think you should be naked like the rest of us?” Another thing she hadn’t anticipated. She sat on the toilet seat thinking for a while, then stood, carefully undid her slacks and shimmied out of them. In just her panties she was the center of everyone’s attention. Hank was smiling broadly. His hard-on had not diminished. She lowered the panties. There was a bush of hair in her crotch, suggesting mysteries within. Then she said, “OK! What a family we have here! Everyone in their jammies!” Mom made hot chocolate for Hansi and me, and poured a little bourbon for Hank and herself. We sat around the living room all smiling at our nice new family.

So, the beautiful season with Mandy ended but adventures came piling on with my new enlarged family. After several baths and naked encounters we all became warm-weather nudists, at least in the house, and out of it whenever there was a chance. Hansi was as cute and curious as Ginny, who joined Hansi and me in lots of secret fun through our next growing-up years.

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