Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother Part 13

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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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Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother—13

By, Running Bare

Though I’m not their mother, I have to share a couple of my stories about my cute younger cousins. My guilt of exposing them for others was quickly dispelled by my equally voyeuristic mother and my Aunt Rachel. Believe me, if they’re willing to romp nude it isn’t nearly the rush as when they’re humiliated and embarrassed.

OMG, I’m loving this series! I have to get my two cents in too. Ten or twelve years ago, when I was nineteen, Mom left me in-charge of my nine year old sister Emily, a few of her friends and my two boy cousins, Ian (9) and Sean (12). For some reason Sean and Ian’s mother, Aunt Rachel, was called out of town. As she was a single mother with limited resources so Mom was tasked with watching the boys for four days. Anyway, Mom pulled an overnighter at the office and she called to ask me to watch them and Emily. To make matters worse, Emily had planned a sleepover, at our house, with five her friends.

Yeah, it was kind of hectic. The boys hated it and were a bit antagonistic to the girls. And, the girls were whiney and tattled on everything they thought would get the boys in trouble. My job, with my limited experience, was to keep the boys away from the girls while trying to occupy both with meaningful pass times until they could be sent to bed.

At ten that night Ian could hardly keep his eyes opened and Sean was ready to “get away from those noisy girls” so I sent them up to the twin beds in the guest room. The girls were still wired and giggling and carrying on in the family room most sitting on their sleeping bags laid out wall to wall.

I have to admit, my two boy cousins were as cute as they come. I was especially transfixed on their bare little legs. Both were very muscular and their meaty and muscular little appendages were as cute as could be. I enjoyed watching as they sat and stretched out before the TV as the legs of their shorts would ride up as they sat in various positions. I must confess I was hoping for some quick shots of what made them boys when they shifted around, but that was prevented by glimpses of their tight, white briefs.

Last summer, at the beach, I was treated to some fleeting glimpses at Ian’s package as Aunt Rachel made him change from his swim trunks to shorts right on the beach. Though I displayed the “he’s just a little boy” disinterest on my face, my mind went wild as his penis became exposed. He really seemed oblivious to both his nudity and the fact he was exposed on a public beach for at least three or four minutes while Aunt Rachel pilfered her beach bag looking for the kid’s shorts. I know he was unaffected by the exposure as his rather long penis didn’t even attempt to salute. The kid is hung.

Sean, on the other hand, was wrapped in a towel as he removed his suit and he, unlike Ian, waited until Rachel handed him his shorts. No show there. Just hoped he would become careless on the way home and splay his legs enough to give me a shot of his package before we got home and he added the protection of some underwear. He didn’t. Though five or six years prior I was honored with seeing his naked form, there’d been no repeat performances since.

That evening the boys hit the hay at about ten. By ten thirty they were both laying clad in only in their briefs, one on one bed and one on the other. Thankfully it was summer and t-shirts weren’t worn by either when they slept. Both boys were out like a light. When I looked in on them Ian was on his back and his rather sizeable nine year old bulge was quite evident. Sean, almost as a protective maneuver, was sleeping on his side with his beautiful tan legs drawn up. The frustration of nothing to see there left what lay below those tighty whities a mystery I longed to have solved. The question that kept me wondering was whether my little cousin Sean had hair yet or not. None was evident in his arm pits. No fuzz was present on his upper lip. Still, I truly was interested in what was going on in his pubic area. Any rate it was still a treat to look at those shapely little legs and well- tanned torsos for a few minutes. Quietly I shut the door and crept down to check on the girls.

In the harem of six eight and nine year old third graders none were showing signs of wearing down. Clad in their night wear the girls were playing various girly games, giggling, and chatting. The family room was a hub of activity with no sign of slowing down. What a contrast. I suggested it might be a good time to turn the lights out, the TV off, and get some sleep, but that went over like the proverbial “turd in the punch bowl”.

At about one in the morning, Emily and her friends were still wired. If I didn’t know better, I’d have been looking for where they’d hidden the coffee pot. They had to be taking something to be able to keep going. But, I remembered my days of sleepovers and was informed enough to know it could go all night. In order to maintain my own consciousness I decided to try to think of some activities to occupy their time. It occurred to me I might use their sleeplessness to my advantage. I’d plan a scavenger hunt.

As I prepared the list, my two male charges came to mind. This could be a win-win for the girls and me. I jotted a blue dish towel, a detergent advertisement from a magazine, a green plastic paperclip, and such until item number eight which was one pair of underpants off a sleeping boy. When I listed that my hormones began flowing and I definitely felt the horniness of my voyeurism. To make it more interesting the ninth item was two boys’ backpacks with all contents. That would round up both boys’ remaining attire. And last, but not least, cellphone photos of two naked boys with their boy parts showing. I do remember wondering first how the girls would take it when they read the list. But, I was more concerned about how Mom would take it when my deviousness was divulged the following morning. I’d just pretend that it was innocent mischief and nothing more. She’d probably chew me out and rant about my judgement and it’d be water under the bridge. I distinctly remember toying with both Emily’s and my cellphones at the kitchen table while the ruckus continued down in the family room.

I bet I sat rereading those lists and both laughing and drooling as I summoned the courage to call the girls up. They gathered around the kitchen table and I explained the process of scavenger hunts. I broke them up into two teams of three, but hesitated to hand them the list. I did give second thought to rewriting them without the lewd requirements, but the devil on my left shoulder won out.

Each team began reading the list. Hands immediately went to six different mouths as they tried to stifle their excitement over the final items, especially the photos. Emily just rubbed her hands together and mentioned how Sean and Ian were going to be “sooooo mad”, but it was evident she as well as her friends could hardly wait to get started. I cautioned them they’d have to be very careful not to wake up the boys or they might get smacked.

As they went throughout the house locating the non-threatening items, I stationed myself at the door of the guest room. I wanted to be able to defuse any fireworks should they break out. Emily’s team was the first to seek access to the room and I made certain they knew the importance of being very stealthy during the mission. I watched as the giggles were stifled by the hands of the kids as they approached Ian’s bed. One of the girls cautiously looped her thumb below the elastic waist band of his briefs. She pulled it down one or two inches and the boy didn’t flinch. His long penis was still covered. I did note that his right leg was cocked with knee bent and foot up toward his crotch. I wondered how they’d get the underwear off with that impediment. Gently, Emily took her cousin’s ankle in one hand and supported his knee with the other. As she tried to straighten it, Ian grunted, smacked his lips a couple of times and slowly straightened his leg. It startled the hell out both the girls and me but when he was done moving, he was still slumbering. Again the girl who’d tried to pull his briefs down looped thumbs in either side and tried to slide them down again. The pressure of his backside against the mattress held them in place in the back. Giggle break. Bad giggle break—Emily snorted—and Angela punched her shoulder playfully while holding her index finger against her lips. Em finally moved to one side and the other little girl, I think it was Susan, continued to pull at the waistband on their respective sides. Anxiousness overcame Angela. She pulled the elastic down enough to expose the base of Ian’s penis. That tickled them all again. Ian turned one his side and Emily quickly yanked the left side of his underpants down far enough to expose his entire left cheek, but his underwear was still pinned against the sheets on the right.

In the meantime, the other team of girls had joined me at the doorway and was watching. They too were stifling their giggles and whispering their anticipation about soon seeing Ian’s “thing”. The girls decided to make sure Ian was still deeply slumbering. They stood there for a while looking at the boy’s exposed buttock and I think hoping upon hope he’d roll over on to his other side eventually. After three or four minutes Ian returned to his back. Luckily the exposed backside was still exposed. Again Susan tugged at the front of his briefs and they slid down exposing his beautiful penis and ball sack. She was beside herself and couldn’t resist the drive to feel the flaccid snake she’d unveiled. As she lightly fingered his penis, Emily whispered “you’re gonna wake him up”. At the same time, Angela applied pressure to the still caught right side of the boy’s underwear trying to free them so they might collect them as an artifact. That pressure caused Ian to roll over onto his left side and the underwear was slid down his legs easily. Even the waiting team silently cheered the disrobing by raising their fisted hands in victory. Susan came out of the room, with the smug look of victory, twirling Ian’s briefs with her index finger. Emily gathered his dirty clothes and backpack and they left the room. As an after-thought she went back in and took a cellphone photo. I just knew the flash would awaken the boy, but it didn’t.

As the other team entered, Crystal, not to be outdone snapped their team’s photo of my naked cousin. In the hallway, Susan asked Emily whether she was sure she got Ian’s “wiener” in the picture. I looked over her shoulder as they examined the photo. I was perfect. The sleeping victim was digitally captured in his entirety. I remember thinking even Aunt Rachel would love that one. At least, I thought she would.

Crystal’s team encircled Sean’s bed. They were a bit less aggressive. I think it was the fact he was three years the senior of most of them. They didn’t want to “wake up the sleeping giant”. Sean was on his stomach. That made the challenge a bit more arduous. Tia tried to pull his drawers down by gently tugging on the center of the elastic waist at his back. It did expose the upper part of his butt crack, but it quickly became obvious that’s as much as that maneuver would produce. Surprisingly the boy’s legs were in line with his torso so if they could have gotten them started it was a quick line to removal, but again that was no consolation. The pressure of his pubis against the mattress had them pretty securely in place.

Crystal applied slight pressure to one of Sean’s sides hoping it’d be just enough discomfort so the boy would move to his side, but not enough to wake him. He didn’t move. She tried again. He groaned and slid his left leg up bending at the knee, but was still on his stomach. It was Jennifer who finally held up her finger and left the room. She returned with a pair of scissors from Mom’s office. Had I put two and two together, I’d have stopped her at the door, but curiosity got the best of me and I let her pass. She took the damned things and cut his underwear up one side and then carefully the other. I remember thinking, “How in the hell am I going to explain that to Mom or worse, Aunt Rachel?” She peeled the cotton briefs right off Sean’s backside. He wiggled. I guess the feeling of exposure caused him to move. He rolled onto his left side. Jennifer peeled the front down exposing Sean’s complete package. I stretched above the gawking girls at the door to see what had been exposed. I took note there was no hair yet. The circumcised pecker was not as long as Ian’s, but it was bigger around and still a respectable length. His nads were more defined that Ian’s and hung looser. Jennifer was kind of transfixed on staring at the boy’s package, Crystal pulled lightly on the two flaps of what was left of is briefs in an attempt to free them from between his legs. Almost like a reflex Sean parted his legs briefly almost as if he was being cooperative and the underpants pulled loose. Crystal signaled Tia to pick up his backpack and Jennifer to grab his dirty laundry. As they did, Crystal took the photo necessary to satisfy item ten.

Emily wiggled her way in to get their team’s photo of the naked twelve year old. He seemed more restless than his little brother, but somehow didn’t awaken.

After the girls left the room, I slowly shut the bedroom door. We reassembled in the kitchen and went over the stash. As both teams had completed the tasks there appeared to be no winner. Emily suggested they all share in the prize. Something I hadn’t thought about. What prize?

I glimpsed at the clock. It was almost five. That meant Mom would be home within an hour and a half and what if the boys awakened. We had to get everything back in place. I panicked. How in the hell were we going to redress the boys? Emily suggested we just put some briefs as their feet or hooked around one of their feet and they’d figure they just kicked them off in their sleep. That seemed logical. Then Tia suggested, “Or, we can just leave them naked for the day”.

Oh sure, like Mom would just say, “Oh yooouuuu girls. What will you think of next?” As I thought about it, I heard the distinct sound of the automatic garage door opener pulling the door opened. I quickly tried to direct the girls to return the boys things to the room. It was too late. Mom came in as we scrambled to correct our “wrong doing”.

First, words out of her mouth, “Are you girls still up? Did you get any sleep?” All seven of us stood there silent and red faced trying to hide the boys’ clothes and backpacks behind us. I guess that was a dead giveaway. “What’s going on? What have you been up to?” She peered over Emily’s shoulder and asked what the boys’ clothes were doing in the kitchen. She was still clueless.

Now I don’t know what got into her—Fear? Honesty? Pride?—but Tia spilled the worms. I was expecting Mom’s scorn and being told to go to my room while the little ones were sent back to the basement rec room. But nope, she just sat down with a quirky grin and sought the particulars of the scavenger hunt. Emily showed her the cellphone images and still there wasn’t an angry reaction. I remember wondering at that point when the shoe would fall. Maybe she was waiting for Emily’s friends to leave and then it’d be hell to pay.

What came next was a big surprise. Mom said she wanted to go up and check on them. She left us in the kitchen and went upstairs to the guestroom. I must say my face was still flushed at being caught and the girls were pretty silent. We waited for Mom’s return.

When she did return she just said, “God, I’ve got some good looking nephews. That Ian’s hung like a horse, isn’t he? I remember bathing him when he was a little guy and how impressed I was with that penis.” What no yelling? No “I’m disappointed in you girls”? Go figure. She just told Emily to take the boys’ stuff to her room and put it in the closet. I think we all, me especially, were thinking “What the hell?”

She must have detected the expression on our faces and just said, “You wanted them to be naked didn’t you?” There was a significant pause and she repeated, “Well, didn’t you?” And all but me nodded with our heads hung low.

Then she said she’d call Aunt Rachel and explain what was going on and we’d have to suffer any consequence she felt was appropriate. Again, I could only imagine. The question that began rolling around in my mind was, “If she felt Aunt Rachel was going to be upset, why did she have Emily take the boys’ stuff to her room? Maybe she was going to protect them by putting them in there when they awoke?”

Just before seven, Ian strayed down to the kitchen completely unfazed by his nudity. His penis was stiff as a board and he was making no effort to shield it from the view of the repentant, but still interested, audience. I think his flaccid four-incher must have been five inches in that state. He was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he asked where his underwear was. Mom explained he must have kicked them off in his sleep and that she had them in her room, but she wanted him to stay naked for the morning. I kept telling myself he’d eventually wake up and see his audience was six little girls his own age and bolt for cover. Didn’t happen. Of course, the girls and I were visually glued to that hard on. Mom glimpsed at it, smiled and started breakfast. “Why don’t you take the girls and Ian to the living room or down to the family room while I fix breakfast? They can play nurse or something with Ian.”

I don’t know if that was a hint as to what she expected, but I did as I was told. When we got downstairs I asked what they wanted to play. Ian still was fully on display, but his dick had fallen to a more flaccid state. Emily jumped on Mom’s idea and suggested they play nurse and Ian was the patient. She also felt he needed a physical. Again, I was surprised the boy was completely amenable to the idea. My only input was, “Be sure to check all of him. We have to be sure he’s healthy.”

I watched as Tia was the first to suggest she should check out his “boy thing” and immediately grasped it in a choke hold. It began the hardening process immediately. Ian just stood there watching her hand as his “boy thing” hardened. Then just from curiosity I asked him if other people touching him there bothered him. His response was unexpected, “Mom and her friends feel it sometimes too. She says I’m a boy and boys are not supposed to be shy about being naked.” Holy shit, there was the green light!

He actually thrust his hips forward to provide a more pronounced target. It was like the dam burst. All six of the younger girls pushed for positioning and their turn to fondle my cousin.

Mom called down that breakfast was ready. Truthfully, I don’t know how she does it. She worked two shifts, came home fixed breakfast and still showed no signs to needing rest. Anyway, we all sat down at the table. Ian knelt in his chair and every time he’d reach for something his appendage would wiggle over his pancakes. The girls and I watched him and only took pause to fork another bite.

Our meal was interrupted by a lone voice calling down from upstairs. It was Sean and he was calling my name. Apparently he didn’t know Mom had come home. I just responded from the table asking what he wanted. Of course I knew what he wanted. He shouted that he couldn’t find his underwear or his clothes and he wanted to get dressed. Mom responded and told him to just come down and eat and we’d look for them after breakfast. His response was as expected. Of course, that wasn’t going to happen. Mom hollered back up that Ian was down at the table and he was naked so he could come down as well. I’ll always remember the, “Besides you’re a little boy and boys aren’t supposed to be so modest.”

His response? “Well, I am!” We could barely hear him choking out a cry.

Then Emily pushed the envelope. “Mom, I think Ian has a rash and we nurses think he should stay naked to let the air help heal him.”

She pushed back, “Well, after breakfast you nurses will have to take him outside where the sun can get at it as well.”

I was perplexed. What in the hell was going on? My mother was not only going along with her nephew’s exposure and fondling, but she was actually planting ideas on how to make it more arousing. Ian either was not hearing it, or was completely content with the idea. It was almost surreal.

As the boy continued eating, I was transfixed on his legs. He was a cute little nine year old with very shapely and muscular legs that really were one of his most attractive attributes. Following them up to that tight little dimpled ass was a complete turn on. Showing those off in their entirety and idea of showing off his rather long appendage to the general public got my hormones going. The entire package this boy’s body produced was eye catching.

My thoughts shifted to the girls. I wondered how I would have liked a similar opportunity when I was their age. Probably with the same excitement as they seemed to have. But as an older teen I was supposed to beyond such feelings. Secretly, I wasn’t. Guess we “grown-ups” were expected to just accept naked little boys without any kind of internal motives. Now, I can look back and say, that’s not completely accurate. I think Mom was just as aroused by Ian’s nudity and the idea of exposing him to the world as I was. Our age just required us to act completely disinterested.

My thinking was interrupted by Mom calling Sean down again. He wouldn’t come. She told me to watch the girls and Ian and she went up to get him. We could hear her loudly knocking and ordering him to open the door. There was a sudden cessation. I knew she’d made her entry. It was quiet. Then we heard what sounded like a slap and Mom bellowed, “Now, young man!” Two sets of footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Our attention was drawn from Ian to my mother pushing my cousin into the kitchen. The naked twelve year old had both hands cupped around his genitals. She pushed him into the kitchen. Two of the younger girls snorted and covered their mouths.

He sat at the table pouting and holding his package even though his items of interest were now secured from we onlookers by the table top and his legs clenched tightly. Mom presented him with a plate of pancakes and he freed his right hand to use the fork. He ate the entire meal without making eye contact with anyone. The challenge of making the twelve year old expose his penis and testicles made me even hornier. I knew he’d have no choice unless Mom stayed his “execution”.

Immediately after eating Sean asked if he could get dressed “now?” Mom surprised me telling him he could stay naked like Ian for the morning. He just got mad and told us all he was going to tell his mother what we were doing to him. Mom shrugged and just said, “Fine. I plan to call her this morning and you can talk to her then, but until we do you’ll have to stay naked. “

She further surprised me instructing him that he would not be allowed to go back to the bedroom and that he would have to “stick with the group”. Actually, the entire kitchen was quiet while all this was going on. The younger girls were definitely happy with my mother’s alliance with them and certainly were anticipatory of playing with Sean’s penis and testicles as well. Truthfully, I wanted to fondle the boy to an erection, but I didn’t have to. It was apparent he was already there. I would have to be satisfied just watching the younger ones as they played with him.

Mom instructed me and the girls to take the boys out to the front yard and play while she cleaned up the breakfast mess. I don’t have to tell you how that went over with Sean. He blatantly objected. Mom told him he could go out with the girls, or he could stay in and help her clean up. Not surprisingly he chose the latter. I took Ian and the little girls out to the front yard. Note, not the backyard, but the front yard where he would be on display to everyone who passed the house on foot or in a car. I was totally aroused. I did find myself reminding Ian to keep his hands away from his penis. I wanted everyone to see this beautiful specimen. The girls amused themselves with Emily’s cellphone camera not only taking still shots but learning about the video capabilities as well.

I was in the house and would occasionally look out the front window at the girls. It was clear that Ian was attracting the attention of neighborhood kids. There must have been ten or fifteen kids who’d either walked over to take in the sight or ridden their bikes to the scene. Both boys and girls mostly under twelve or thirteen years were gawking at the boy who seemed to be a natural born exhibitionist. On one point another boy who appeared to be close in age to Ian was rubbing and pulling Ian’s rock hard penis.

Meanwhile Sean was still finding ways to hide his penis and testicles from Mom and my sight. I couldn’t stand it anymore and had a sudden desire to just humiliate the kid. I sauntered over to the easy chair where he was seated and told him to spread his legs because I wanted to feel his penis. Boy, did that make him defensive. His thighs immediately pressed harder together hiding the phallus between them and he piled on his hands for added security. I laughed not even suspecting my mother heard. But Mom was one of those eyes in the back of her head parents and she firmly instructed Sean from the kitchen to let me feel it. He, of course, still refused. I must admit I really did want to feel it and his ball sack more out of curiosity and the desire to embarrass him than for any kind of sexual satisfaction.

When he refused, Mom came into the room with her cellphone flipped open and made a call. Yep, it was to Aunt Rachel. After the initial niceties she began telling her of the ordeal of coming home to find the girls had stripped both boys completely naked while they slept. And as a prank they had removed their backpacks and all the rest of their clothing to make them stay naked. In all fairness she told of the full on nude images the girls had taken and that she’d be glad to send them to her phone if she wished. I held my breath and Sean started showing signs of crying. From all indications there was no trauma on either side of the conversation. Then Mom told her that she’d decided to let the boys stay naked so the girls could satisfy their curiosity. Yep, both Sean and I listened to Mom’s side for the duration of the conversation. Then Mom said, “Sean wants to talk to you.” And she handed him the phone. The tear dam broke and he started complaining of what was happening to him and how he wanted is clothes back. Occasionally he’d listen and mouth an “um, hum” and sometimes he’d throw in a “but…” it was obvious his mother was on board with Mom’s decision. I was completely surprised.

Sean handed Mom the phone. He was so emotionally upset he wasn’t even aware that his penis and testicles were in clear view. His hands were wiping tears away. Mom continued the conversation, “Ian, no, he loves being nude. He’s out front with the girls and appears to be entertaining the whole neighborhood with that snake of his. I think the kid just likes to air it all out.” Pause. “No he lets them touch it and sometimes asks them to rub it. Who’d have thought? Now, if we can just loosen Sean up a bit everything will be hunky dory.”

After the conversation Mom folded the phone and told Sean his mother said he was to stay naked as long as she decided he need to be. I kept mulling over in my head why I thought I’d be in trouble in the first place. Both mothers were on board with the boys being nude. I mean who’d have thought it? It started to feel even more surreal with the way the whole situation turned out. It was almost like I was supposed to have guided the little girls to strip the boys. To make it even more interesting, Mom ended her announcement with an order for him to spread his legs so I could feel his boy parts. Reluctantly, and with tears flowing he complied. His penis was stiff as a board and his testicles were hanging freely in the ball sack as I gently stimulated him. I wondered when boys got hair down there. I just assumed he was late because girls tended to have a bush by twelve. It wasn’t until later in my understanding of development that I was told boys generally mature later than girls.

After watching my exploration of Sean’s penis and balls, Mom suggested I take him out with his brother. Who was I not to obey? Sean dug his heels in and wasn’t about to allow that to happen, so, Mom, being Mom, opened the door and invited the crowd of kids in, told the neighbor boys to pin him down spread eagle and invited anyone who wished to to feel Sean’s package. The boys who were pinning him down took turns giving his erection a firm yank and that started the girls exploration of Sean’s appendages.

For some reason, even with that activity, I there was some voyeuristic drive that wasn’t satisfied for me. I had to get the boys exposed in some place where people might think it was inappropriate. I wanted to enjoy the startle of observers as well as embarrassment of the boys. Only disappointment?--I didn’t think it was possible to embarrass Ian. Sean would be no problem.

Mom went to bed. She made it clear I was in-charge and the boys were not to wear any clothing at all for the rest of the day. The girls were in effect given carte blanch as far as access to their equipment.

When Mom woke up she looked forward to the day off from work. She sipped her coffee and finally probed me about the still sleeping boys. She asked how they were really stripped the night before and what I had to do with it. I confessed it was my idea to put their clothing and the camera images on the list for the scavenger hunt. Frankly, I wasn’t sure how she would react but her behavior the day before did make it easier to be up front with my part. She took another sip of coffee and just said one word with a smirk, “creative”. Again I was perplexed. What did that mean?

After a moment of what I could only describe as pondering, she explained. Apparently, Aunt Rachel and she had discussed Aunt Rachel’s concern over Sean’s modesty. She wasn’t sure how to achieve what the girls and I did in one night. Because it happened the way it did, both Mom and Aunt Rachel had an element of deniability. After all, they didn’t do it, the kids did.

As the girl talk continued, I felt comfortable enough to describe my motivations. I told her how I liked making Sean stay naked and forcing him to allow others to fondle him. His embarrassment and humiliation gave me a feeling of horniness. She told me that was normal and that she too enjoyed those feelings watching him. Laughing we both agreed Ian, though much more interesting in the penis department, was not as arousing in that he enjoyed or at least was unfazed by his nudity. I mean the kid actually asked people to play with his dick and balls. Oh, how I wished he was at least a little bit shyer about his exposure. Making him stay naked all the time did have its benefits though, especially when he was surrounded by fully clothed audiences. As Mom got up from the table she just said, “We’re going to keep them both naked for the remainder of their visit. Today, we’ll take them to the beach. That should get those hormones flowing for us, huh?”

I questioned whether that might get her in trouble. She informed me prepubescent kids could run naked without violating modesty laws and we needed to take advantage of that as it was probably the last chance we had to do it with Sean. Who was I to argue?

We did take them to the beach and they were the only ones on the entire beach who were nude. That didn’t go unnoticed by Sean. He spent the entire day with a hard-on. Most of his time was spent laying stomach down on a beach towel. His ass cheeks were almost beet red from the sun until Mom made him let Emily put some sunscreen on them. He didn’t like that, but he really had a problem when Mom told him to roll over so his cousin could put it on his boy parts too. After being threatened with a spanking on his sunburned backside, right there on the public beach, he complied. Watching Emily rub his erect penis and relaxed ball sack with that lotion not only got me aroused but apparently was a hit with onlookers we didn’t even know. The cellphone images we took on the opening night were nothing compared to the ones being taken by the other beachgoers. Some tried to snap them on the sly, but many were bold enough to stand openly and point their cameras and phones at the naked boy and his doting younger cousin. They even shouted requests and suggestions to my sister about applying the lotion.

Ian, on the other hand, was quick to pose for anyone. He didn’t care about his nudity at all. He spread his legs and swivel his hips so that long pecker would flop back and forth. Sometimes he’d be flaccid and sometimes erect. Naturally, he got laughs for his antics and that seemed to reinforce him to continue. The only time I felt the least bit turned on by his exposure was when someone, usually another kid, felt comfortable enough to play with his appendage, almost always at his invitation. I wondered if his shamelessness would disappear as he approached puberty. I continue to believe it is the shame, humiliation and embarrassment evident in most boys that makes the challenge of exposing them such a turn on. But my “gifted” little cousin appeared to have none at all.

Much to my (I think Mom’s too) dismay the following year Sean entered his transition to “manhood”. Unfortunately, Aunt Rachel wasn’t as dedicated to humiliating the kid as I was. She pronounced that he, short of the school’s dress code, would be allowed to determine the state of his dress or undress from that time on. As a result, Ian who was much more the exhibitionist was my only stimulant for voyeuristic hormonal rages and those were few and far apart. As I said earlier his willing compliance to nudity was a drag. How I wish he’d at least balked a little at dangling that four-incher in front of others but he didn’t seem to mind the attention either visual or physical.

In the early fall of that same year we made he and his older brother run around “unhampered”, Ian had turned ten. He and Sean attended a private school, St. Elbert’s Academy. Ian began his fifth grade year and Sean was then a seventh grader. On occasion I had to run by Aunt Rachel’s early in the morning to transport the boys to school. What really intrigued me were the uniforms they had to wear. Boys from kindergarten through the sixth grade had to wear yellow knit polo shirts emblazoned with the school crest, gray twill shorts (hemmed above their knees), grey ankle length socks and black athletic shoes. I enjoyed the fact that the boys’ legs were exposed as much as they were. I guess, when it comes to little boys, I’m a leg girl at heart. That is if nude isn’t an option. Most gratifying was that was the attire year round, even on our often twenty-degree winter days, was always shorts. They looked so cute during those cold winter days trudging into school in their quilted and down filled coats, knit caps, backpacks strapped on and those bare legs. Ah, hey, I agreed with the principal, Mr. Tamerlane, “Cold is good for them, it toughens them up!”

They each had gym clothes as well. Apparently the school felt the uniforms were too costly for them to play in, so both boys and girls wore white cotton athletic shorts with yellow t-shirts screen printed with the schools name and mascot. Yep, the shorts were those skimpy jogging shorts with the little vent (like a vent was needed) on the side of each leg. I could watch those little boys at physical education all day. What a treat. Most exciting was they, the boys, had to change into the gym clothes in the classroom while the girls were dismissed to the girls’ restrooms. I could just imagine the discomfort Sean must have felt having to strip to his tighty-whities in front of his female teachers and as I’m told sometimes his female classmates , in a classroom with a wall of windows. Better yet, after he entered seventh grade, the boys were allowed to change in the locker room, but they had to strip naked and don a jockstrap. As I heard they were often supervised by a woman teacher during the change. He must have been devastated. Wish I had been there.

Back to my most outstanding memory of Ian. Aunt Rachel called and asked me to help her out of a sticky situation. Apparently she had volunteered to help chaperone a field trip with Ian’s class and her work had called for her to be engaged in meetings all day on that particular date. Would I mind taking her place?

Ordinarily I’d have rather opted out of accompanying twenty-five fifth graders on an all day field trip, but it might be fun. They were going to Branchwood Gardens. Just the environment ten and eleven year old kids would enjoy. What the hell were the teachers thinking when they booked that one? Reluctantly, I agreed to take her place.

My initial reward was the kids were all instructed to change into their gym clothes for the day. Mrs. Grant, Ian’s teacher, explained it would be hot and the lighter attire might keep the kids more comfortable. Secretly I think she was into little boy’s legs as well. Anyway she also used the explanation that there’d be a lot of environmental hazards that might cause them to get dirty. So the first order of the day was to get them changed. Just my luck I had to accompany the girls to their change area instead of watching the boys.

On the bus I rode with Ian. He’d lift his legs putting one foot on the seat as did many of his male (and female) counterparts. That pose almost entirely exposed their respective butt cheeks. It was so entertaining to me that I wished they all had to ride like that the whole trip. All those cute little asses and tight underpants exposed to me just led my daydreaming to cause a hormonal rush. How I wished they’d have had to shed the underwear as well when they changed.

It did occur to me that most were completely unrattled, or completely unaware of their exposure. Maybe Ian was more normal than I’d thought. I did notice a few of the girls trying to hide their interest in checking out some of the boys. I couldn’t help but feel the giggles and pointing were related to the boys with their leg or legs hiked up. I mean there was no lack of seeing the white and sometimes decorated briefs by anyone who cared to look. Ian was not without his female onlookers either.

After becoming cognizant of the attention Ian was getting from the girls on that bus, I just wanted to pull that little pecker of his out the leg of his shorts so they could see what they really might enjoy. I did then, and often do today, wonder if any of those little girls in his class were privy to the images of Sean and Ian that Emily and her friends took that summer. Did they know what the boy was packing or were they wishing for a peepshow to find out? Maybe both?

While we were at the Gardens, we were sharing an early picnic lunch near one of the many ponds that graced the landscape. The sun was very hot. It didn’t seem to bother the kids, but it certainly was uncomfortable for me and the three other adults. The only thing that made it bearable was the occasional breeze that whisked by. While I ate I kept scanning all those little boys sitting cross-legged and chatting back and forth as they devoured the PBJ sandwiches. I was hoping for a glimpse of the package of about four of them that were showing the most attractive builds. No such luck, only white cotton. A couple whose underwear must have been older and looser around the leg teased me into hoping for a peek, but it didn’t happen. None the less, I was a bit horny to making them expose something.

A sudden gust of wind blew and definitely was a welcomed relief. Mrs. Grant almost simultaneously called out as the silk scarf she’d just purchased at the gift shop, blew past us and into the middle of the pond. She just stood at pond’s edge, stomped her foot and said, “Shoot, there goes fifteen dollars down the drain.”

My deviousness was rewarded. “Let Ian go get it for you.”

She thanked me for the offer but she said he’d get all wet and…

I said, he can just take his clothes off and go get it. I assured her he wouldn’t mind. I don’t think she or any of the others, kids or adults, knew I intended for him to strip completely naked to perform the task. Unbeknownst to her, Mrs. Grant had just given me the perfect disclaimer. I could offer any questioner the excuse that we didn’t want Ian to get wet or dirty.

I told Ian to take his clothes off and go into the pond after his teacher’s scarf. For the first time in his life that I could remember the boy looked around and argued to let him wear his shorts. The argument didn’t frustrate me. His twinge of embarrassment just added to my horniness. I repeated my initial instruction in a firmer tone. I think Mrs. Grant had a mix of concern about him doing so and honoring his hesitation. She said to forget about it. I wasn’t going to let the opportunity rest. I grabbed Ian’s t-shirt and removed it, after I started removing the boy’s shoes. He eventually responded by pulling off his own socks. He stood and pushed the shorts down and off. Of course, he’d just gained a whole lot of attention. Not just the girls were anticipating him removing the remaining item, but the boys too were glued to what was playing out. He began walking toward the pond in his white briefs and I choked out, “Take off your underpants. We don’t need them to get wet or dirty either.”

He turned and looked back at me with a look that screamed, “I don’t think so!” It was evident he wasn’t as eager to be naked as he’d been just a few months prior. I responded with “Get ‘em off!”

Mrs. Grant quickly tried to negate my instruction. I waved her off and approached Ian with my hand out. He faced away from his classmates and wiggled his briefs down past his calves and stepped out of them. There was an immediate mix of giggles and gasps as Ian waded out into the pond wagging that cute little dimpled backside of his. He eventually had to swim a bit. I don’t know if the pond was that deep or he just felt compelled to do so, but his wet glistening ass was a sight to see as he kicked his legs. He grabbed the now saturated scarf and started back. At waist deep he stood and threw the scarf up on shore. Mrs. Grant thanked him and I told him to come out of the pond. His response was a bit unexpected.

“Could you throw me a towel or something?”

“Come on Ian. You weren’t this shy last summer. Just come out. We’ve all seen naked little boys.”

Mrs. Grant offered to take the other kids somewhere out of eye sight so Ian could maintain some of his privacy. I told her Aunt Rachel didn’t believe in boys being modest and his classmates could see whatever they wanted. I firmly ordered Ian to come out of the pond and the sun could dry him off. He clutched his penis and testicles and began the slow trek out of the pond. Again, giggles and gasps filled the air. I told him to put his hands down and either sit, lay down, or run around to dry off. Definitely aware of the stares of his classmates, his teacher, other chaperones and some of the other visitors and he continued to clutch his package. I grabbed the kid and forced his hands down telling him that now there weren’t any more secrets so he could just relax. That four-incher was at full staff probably more like five or five and half inches sticking out parallel to the ground. For the first time I saw that boy with the red faced look of embarrassment.

After twenty minutes on display he asked if he could get dressed again. By that time he’d definitely become one of the more visited displays in the garden and I was bound to make sure he continued to be. I suggested that he could just stay nude for another hour or two in case someone else had something blow into a pond. As the class moved from display to display the girls, and occasionally a boy, would rush ahead of him so they could watch his appendage swaying to and fro as he walked. Mrs. Grant continued to try to get me to allow him to put his clothes on and I fended her off each time with, “He’ll be fine. He spent days during the past summer running around nude. He’ll be fine for an hour or two.”

Had it been up to me, I’d have made the kid ride back to school naked as the day he was born. I’d have put him in a seat in the girls’ section and encouraged them to have another field day with his boy parts. That wasn’t to happen. Mrs. Grant won out. She insisted he get dressed for the trip home so she didn’t have to explain his nakedness to the administrators at the school. (Like the whole situation wouldn’t come to their attention sooner or later anyway.)

Ian told the story to his mother that evening. I added that it was my decision, not Mrs. Grant’s and that she tried to talk me out of it. Rachel called both the principal and Mrs. Grant and told them she’d have done the same thing I did if she’d had been there—in short, no foul and no complaint. Mrs. Grant was off the hook.

It’d only be a year or two before Ian passed the puberty threshold. I had to get busy and I did.

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