Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother Part 17

Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother 17

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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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I have the most handsome nephew. My sister and I both were kind of disappointed as Kenny began the whole puberty thing. Most alarming was his developing sensitivity to being naked in front of us and other people. She loved showing him off and I loved taking in the view. I’ve been encouraged by all these other stories, to reminisce and share our experiences with you.

Voyeuristic Mother Part 17—My Sister’s Return to Voyeurism

By, Running Bare

My name is Annette Verna. I am a thirty-two-year-old woman who has never married. I’m writing this short narrative to dispel some of the misconceptions about women and their propensity for enjoying young boys’ bodies.

To start, I wouldn’t argue the bulk of pedophiles are male. But, then, I would definitely add that would be contingent on how one defines pedophilia. I’m of the school of thought that a pedophile is someone who is driven to have actual sexual encounters of penetration or oral stimulation with kids. If one includes widening the definition to merely enjoying publicly exposing, watching or even light fondling as pedophilia, I’d say the number of women who qualify closes the gender gap with men. I choose to go with the prior definition. I say this because both my sister and I thoroughly enjoyed toying with my nephew’s boy parts and seeing him blush when we made him show the resulting hard-ons to other people, and I just don’t see that as the same as giving him a blow job or sodomizing the kid. How the hell would a woman sodomize anyone? We aren’t set up for it. Rather than joining the ranks of pedophiles, I prefer to call us mischievous.

For some reason women are viewed as having no sexual drive or curiosity at all when it comes to kids. It is socially assumed that any physical contact made with children by a female is maternal and never driven by erotic enjoyment. Nothing could be further from the truth. We have curiosities and are capable of enjoying non-carnal contacts too. There is no reason to assume that fondling, say, a twelve-year-old boy to cause him to erect wouldn’t be pleasurable to a woman. The assumption always seems to be doing such a thing would be indicative of inviting intercourse. But, it is my experience, assuming that is far from accurate. I get off just on helping the boy experience some erotic pleasure simply from being aroused. I have no desire for anal or oral experiences nor do I expect any sexual contact from him under such circumstances. Maybe the best explanation is I think preteen boys running around nude with erect penises are cute, and I enjoy getting them to that state.

When I worked in the pediatric ward of a hospital as a nurses’ aide, I often heard nurses discussing how the young boy patients were hung, especially after returning from the sponge baths they, as well as I, apparently looked forward to giving. The comments always tended to center on package size. Often the remarks were highlighted by the experiences the nurses had when the boys were or became erect, especially the ten-year-old to mid-teen agers. Those accounts usually ended in a round of giggles by the staff.

Couple my hospital observations with the propensity many mothers have to pat or massage kids’ bare bottoms the argument of disinterest becomes moot. Imagine a woman patting, pinching or rubbing some boy’s bare backside. It would be seen as teasing, playful, etc. Imagine a male doing the same thing. Not so innocent in your mind, is it? So, the assumption that women have no interest in physical presences might just be inaccurate. And, the poor males in the kids’ life are inflicted with a double standard.

When I was a teenage baby sitter I used to look forward to tending boys nine to twelve. I used to plot ways to get into the bathroom while they bathed and showered. Sometimes I’d even sneak into their bedrooms while they slept and attempt pulling their pajama bottoms or underpants down enough to expose their boyhoods. I could I resist? They are so cute naked.

There was, and still is a strong, erotic reward for me when I force a body-shy boy to be fully exposed before me, and especially so when I exposed them in front of others. The more public, the better. You could say the more embarrassment and humiliation those kids went through when I forced such encounters, the more thrill I got. But let me emphatically clarify, I would abhor watching anyone attempting oral, anal, or masturbatory activity with the boy in those situations. Watching, photographing or fondling would be all I could condone.

Another thing I might mention is, for me, there is a quick shot of hormonal reaction to administering, over-hearing, or watching young boys being spanked with a belt while naked or bared from the waist down. The sight of their backsides getting pinker and pinker is really hot. But even more, I enjoy listening to the snap of the belt and the painful vocalizations that follow not to mention observing the various responses their penises have to corporal discipline. The funny thing is this only works to arouse me if the spanking is truly deserved. The boy has to have warranted it by serious behavioral transgressions, never for trumped up rule violations. I think the concept of justice being meted out contributes to my excitement. On the other hand, spanking under unjust circumstances evokes a protective response in me that overrides any hormonal surges.

Now that my motivations are better understood, I’d like to share some experiences with my favorite nephew. He is a real looker. But by his tenth birthday he’d gone from cute, innocent nudity to extremely modest, body-shyness. In years past, I looked forward to the plotting challenges for making him present himself in front of me (and others) naked as possible. When I was lucky enough, his mother and his father were as driven to expose him as I was. To some extent our pushing his nakedness may have been responsible for the now annoying differences in his modesty level, but I’m not entirely certain of it.

Late this past Spring, my sister, Miriam, invited me to the beach with her and her three kids. They often frequented Hampton Beach during the summer while Ken, her husband, was at work. I must admit I was more than intrigued by watching my nephew, twelve-year-old Kenny, as he romped around even with minimal clothing. The boy was beautiful. I’d say almost flawless. He was gifted with a handsome face—hazel eyes, perfect smile and perfect features—smooth, muscular, and shapely legs, and a well pronounced upper torso. Now that he was older, his legs being so exposed kept my attention in those later situations, but I still completed undressing the kid in my mind.

I can honestly report his penis was also a sight to behold, at least it was up to age seven or eight. That was the last time I got a good look at it. The kid was gifted with an appendage that was quite a bit longer than the average penis hanging on boys his age back then, so I’m sure he’s more than kept pace with them at twelve as well.

My first clue as to his growth in that area was when he bounded down the stairs in that skimpy bathing suit. It was impossible for me to ignore his young highlighted bulge flashing on and off as his t-shirt rose and fell during his stairway descent. Miriam, his mother, insisted on Speedos when he started wearing swimsuits three or four years ago. Not just any Speedos, but ones that appeared to be two sizes too small for the boy. I think she made him wear them as her way of bragging to the other beachgoers and swimmers about the boy’s package without him suspecting it, but she’d never admit it.

I hadn’t been with the family at the beach in a few years. One thing I remembered about Kenny was how embarrassed and humiliated he’d get when his mother used to make him take his suit off right there on the beach and “go rinse off” before she’d allow him in her car. Miriam had developed this thing about sand. But, apparently only boy sand. I say this because Kenny’s sisters, both younger, never had to strip and rinse off. They were kept in their two-piece suits and allowed to take care of rinsing off in their swimwear at the outdoor shower by the parking lot.

After his mother ordered him to do so, Kenny would slip his swimwear off quickly and run down to the surf, naked as the day he was born, dive in and run back to the blanket and get a towel to dry off. Then he’d usually be made to walk back to the car naked where sometimes he’d get a pair of shorts to put on and sometimes he’d get nothing and have to ride home naked.

I’m not complaining though. I was looking forward to see if she still made the boy get naked and run down to the surf. One can only hope. I loved watching his usually hardened penis sway back and forth with each step he’d take as he ran back from the rinsing dip. Such an enticing toy.

His sisters had grown used to his extended nudity on those trips, but I hadn’t. Now that the kid was twelve and either into or on the cusp of puberty, I longed to see that penis again. But, I was half betting, at twelve, Miriam had switched to allowing him the clothed parking lot shower instead. Asking her about that would betray my secret enjoyment of watching her force the kid to strip completely as in years before. Even though, I suspected she, too, missed the arousal of humiliating him by making him do it.

When we arrived at the beach, the three kids were ecstatic. The girls began the whole sandcastle thing. Kenny ran down to the surf, splashed around, body surfed and generally self-entertained. As he played in the ocean, I couldn’t take my eyes off the kid. He was just a feast of eye candy for me. That well-tanned torso matched his beautiful legs. Occasionally, when he body surfed, the waves would rearrange his suit enough for me to see the milk-white bottom of his butt cheeks peeking out below the leg opening, or, even more enticing, the white of the pubis just above his penis when he was facing the shore. He’d quickly but unconsciously rearrange his suit to cover the exposed areas as he rose from the salty foam.

I hate tan lines. As you’ve probably surmised, it is my opinion no little boy should have them. Make them run around nude and the problem would be solved. In Kenny’s case the real treat was when he came up to ask his mother for something to drink. His wet body glistened. He was completely unaware that his wet Speedo clung to his package so tightly that the outline of his penis left nothing to my imagination. I could discern the long shaft pressed upward beneath the cloth and even the frenulum where it attached to his circumcised bulbous head was plainly outlined. Only total nudity could have left less to my imagination.

After he returned to his shoreline play, I mentioned to my sister that I was glad to see his “boy toys” were developing nicely and explained how well the wet suit highlighted his package. She smiled and acknowledged that was why she would only put him in the skimpiest of Speedos. I retorted she should look into boy thongs. They’d provide even more suggestive presentations. She and I considered ordering some from Europe where they had my looser modesty rules for young males.

Miriam lamented how she used to love stripping him and making him romp nude on the beach. She carried on about when he started to become self-conscious about being exposed and how she felt compelled to buy him a bathing suit. “I mean when he was seven and none of the other kids were naked. He used to draw a lot of attention from other people. Back then, he was probably the most photographed item on the beach. But, it was hard to find any kid over three or so being stripped and playing naked. Guess it’s a sign of the times. I sure liked exposing that cute little body so others could enjoy it too. That penis is a work of art but then again so was that cute little ass. Remember the dimples in those firm butt cheeks, when he’d stand still? So, freaking pinchable!” She raised her eyes and shook her head submissively. “I miss it.”

I had to offer my two cents, “Yeah, he was cute. But you know, he’s just as cute now. The kid is handsome, Miriam. I agree with you though, I wish we could make him at least strip down and rinse off like you used after you bought him those damned Speedos. I really loved watching him when you had to force him to run around naked against his will. His embarrassment caused that little pecker to standup straight and hard. It was even more arousing to me than when he was younger and did so without arguing.”

“I’m afraid those days are gone. I mean even Dr. Clements suggests I wait in the waiting room rather than coming in when he gets examined. He says the boy has a right to start developing ‘grown-up’ modesty levels. And, it’s time to save him the embarrassment of being naked in front of his mother.”

“I disagree with Dr. Clements. That decision should be yours. How’s he about being naked at home?”

She chuckled, “Locks the bathroom door whenever he goes or showers. He even puts his foot against the bedroom door to make sure he has his privacy when he changes. I’m his mother. I should be allowed to see and for that matter explore any part of his body. But, I guess the rules just naturally change as the kids get older. He argues that his sisters aren’t made to be naked in front of him so why should they get to see him naked.” She sat silently for a few moments. “Shoot, even big Ken says he’s protective when they go to the community pool. While they change in the locker room, Kenny wraps a towel around himself to change into his suit. Ken, of course, just strips down and changes as usual to try to lead by example. Kenny won’t follow his Dad’s lead though. Ken says the kid won’t even use a urinal in public restrooms. He goes into a stall to pee.”

I had to chime in, “That doesn’t sound very healthy, psychologically I mean.”

“If you ask Ken, he’ll agree. He thinks I should force the issue. You know make him expose himself more often around the house. Sometimes he makes Kenny strip naked for his shower right in front of his sisters and me to press the issue.” Then she laughed a bit, “You should see that. He strips naked and flies out of the family room or wherever to limit our viewing pleasure as much as possible. It’s sad but humorous too.”

“It’s funny Miriam. Why is it that making boys present themselves naked in public is okay, but girls are expected to be covered? I mean even the little girls at least have the bottoms of a two piece, but boys were to be completely naked. Suppose it’s because we find them more interesting to look at? Or is it some kind of sexual prowess we girls can exercise over them while they’re young?”

She laughed again. “Could you see Mom and Dad’s face if we girls slipped our suits off at the beach when we were little? Sheeeeit!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “They didn’t have a problem with Kenny being naked though. Remember, Mom would tease that little peter of his? She’d pinch it and wiggle it all around and make those silly little noises while she did it. They’d both strip him and let him run naked almost every time you visited. Mom loved showing him off to neighbors and friends. You know, you’re right. Boys must have different rules.”

We both watched as the well-tanned boy dodged waves. The girls were still content with the work on sand structures. One or the other would run down to the surf with a small bucket and come back up to wet sand and make it more workable.

I slid my sunglasses down the bridge of my nose and made a remarkable suggestion, “You know, Miriam, maybe you ought to try to make Kenny strip and rinse today. Just do it like you used to, ‘Kenny take your suit off and run down and rinse off’.”

“What in the hell are you thinking? He’s not going to do that. He’ll argue with me.”

“Ball up girl! Just tell him, he won’t be getting in the car unless he’s rinsed off and that’s final. What choice will he have?”

Then she slipped her glasses down, “I guess we don’t have anything to lose. We’ll try it, but I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”

Her agreement to try made me very anxious to get to the end of the outing. The opportunity to watch my nephew’s erect penis slapping each thigh as he ran down there would be a sight to behold. I envisioned it going seamlessly, but down deep I knew we were in for a battle.

“Hey, if he does it, don’t let him put anything on again.”

“Oh, I won’t!”

“What if we do it an hour or two before we are really going to leave and then when he runs back up you say, ‘We changed our mind, we’re going to stay a little longer’. And make him stay naked and send him down to the surf for a couple more hours. You know, just tell him he won’t need to put the suit back on.”

“Sharon (that’s me) are you fucking crazy? That kid will through a major teenage tantrum. People on the beach will think I’m abusing the kid. He isn’t going to stand still for that.”

“Nobody’s going to think you’re an abuser. They’ll be too busy taking photos with their cell phones. Trust me they’ll drink in his beauty and hope you won’t give in. Tell you what, if anyone confronts us about giving him some cover, we’ll end it. We’ll wrap a towel around him. That’s how confident I am that all these people you see will want you to keep him naked. Fair enough?”

I was so horny just thinking about it, I offered to be the one to tell him he had to be naked. I had every intention of holding out and he definitely would be nude on the beach for the two additional hours.

We must have sat there plotting for an hour or two longer before Miriam decided to make her play. She summoned the kids to the blanket and told them to begin wrapping it up and collecting the beach toys. My beach toy stood there dripping wet and Miriam slid the disheartening command to the twelve-year old. “Kenny, you need to slip off your suit and go rinse off.”

Predictably the kid objected. “Mom, maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’m not eight or nine anymore.”

“Doesn’t matter. Take off the Speedo and run down and rinse off. If you hurry you won’t draw much attention.”

“Moooommmm, I can’t do that. I’m too old. I mean you haven’t made me do that the last two summers. Why start now? I can rinse off at the showers by the parking lot. Don’t worry I’ll make sure I get all the sand off.”

“Kenny, I told you to take off your suit and go rinse off. Now, quit arguing and do what you’re told! You aren’t getting into my car unless you’ve rinsed off.”

“I guess you’ll have to leave me here then, ‘cause I’m not doin’ it.”

Miriam pulled the sunglasses about an inch down her nose and looked Kenny in the eye. “Who do you think you’re talking to? I’ll pull the damned suit off and spank your bare ass right here on the beach. Is that what you want everyone to see?”

I chimed in, “Kenny, just take the damned suit off and run down there. Splash around a bit and run back up. You can do it quickly and most folks won’t even notice. I wouldn’t argue with your mother again she’s getting a little pissed here.”

He started to retort. I held my hand up with my index finger pointed heavenward. “Don’t pick an argument with me. My temper is worse than your mother’s. Just get naked and rinse off. No big deal!”

He was adamant. He stood there, arms crossed, and pouting in his defiance. The girls were kind of oblivious to the argument and just watched with their beach toys in their arms. I don’t think they were aware of what was holding us up.

“Kenny, I’m going to tell you once more. Take off the suit and go rinse off. If you don’t, I’ll call Daddy and tell him what’s going on. I’ll ask him to come pick-up Aunt Sharon and your sisters and to bring his belt. Believe me, if he has to leave work to do it, I’ll have him whip the fire out of your bare ass right here in front of everybody on the beach. Then they’ll see you get your whipping and still be seeing you naked. So, which will it be suit off and rinse off or I call your father?”

He didn’t mull that over too long before he began fiddling with the drawstring in his suit. I don’t blame him either. I’d been there when Ken whipped the boy’s ass with his belt and I know it hurt. I didn’t see it, but I sure as hell heard it. Snap after snap as the strap contacted the boy’s bare hind end.

Kenny’s thumbs looped on each hip and quickly thrust his suit down to his ankles. My eyes were transfixed on his penis and scrotum. I was truly in awe at the beauty of the nude boy. Yep, he had grown and that penis was stiff as a board. He really had no sign of hair yet, but his equipment was maturing on schedule. I had to convince Miriam to keep him naked more often so he could rid himself of the he damned tan lines. I could only imagine what how much more attractive his body could be with a tanned penis, ball sack and butt replacing that white Speedo outline. I wanted to wrap my hand around that sausage the moment it popped into view, but I controlled myself. His sisters stared at his boy parts right along with their mother and me.

Thoroughly aware of the audience he was attracting, the kid ran to the surf cupping his items of interest and splashed his way into waist deep water. Then Miriam surprised the hell out of me. She told the girls to go back and play, “We’ll stay a little longer”.

I could have kissed her. My devious sister was going to push the non-compliant nephew by making him stay nude on the beach for a couple more hours. I was to the point of orgasm just thinking about it.

The wet boy, ran quickly back to our blanket. His penis was hard as a tree limb and pressed tightly against his pubis beneath his hands. That bluish pink glans sticking out from beneath his grip was so inviting to pinch. He looked stunned that Miriam wasn’t standing there holding a towel for him as she used to do. Instead she and I were seated back in our beach lounge chairs with our sunglasses back on. Kenny stood before us scanning the blanket for a towel.

“Kenny, I’ve decided we can stay a little longer. Go on down and play in the water for another hour or two.”

“Where’s my suit? I need my bathing suit.”

“No, you don’t. I’ve decided I’m tired of you hiding your boy parts all the time. You’ll spend the next couple of hours naked so all these people can see that beautiful penis. Besides it’ll help even out your tan a bit. Would you like Aunt Sharon to put some sunscreen on your backside and boy parts?”

Oh God, I could have died just thinking about it. I wished upon wish the boy would say yes. How completely erotic rubbing that stiff phallus and soft ball purse. I was silently begging, “Please, Kenny, let me rub some sunscreen on you”. I couldn’t hold it anymore. Anticipating him bowing out of that scenario, I spoke up. “Come over here Kenny. Let me get some of this on you so you don’t burn.” I grabbed the kid’s arm and pulled him toward me.

Turning him around I had those handsome, dimpled twin butt cheeks right at face level. The sunscreen kind of farted as I squeezed the bottle but it shot a generous amount into my hands. I applied it to the kid’s backside and he didn’t move. I followed my compulsion to grab one globe in each hand and separate them exposing his crack and hole. Using the side of my palm I ran some lotion up and down the crack. I couldn’t resist pressing his opening until the sphincter allowed my index finger entry up to my first finger joint. The kid jumped and grunted as I went in. “Hey!”

“I’m sorry. It just slipped.” I lied.

Having finished his backside, I turned him around and began working on his pubis, penis and scrotum. Getting him to drop his hands was a challenge. When he refused my verbal command to do so, I firmly grasped his wrists and forced them away. You know when you are putting the sunscreen on a boy’s erect penis and scrotum it attracts attention from many fronts? Yeah, there I was sliding my lubricated hand back and forth on the kid’s erection and using circular motion to massage it into the scrotal area. Having finished my task, I replaced the cap on the squirt bottle and put it back in the bag. Like I said, I’m sure the thinking of the observers was, as a woman, my whole intention was to protect the boy from harmful ultra-violet rays. Had I been a man doing it, we all know how it would probably be interpreted. Even so, I couldn’t miss all the folks on surrounding blankets voyeuristically staring our way. As I returned the look, they’d divert their eyes to the sea or down the beach as if such goings on were common on the beach and them watching it might suggest some kind of perversion on their part. But they were watching, and I’ll bet wishing they were in my place.

Slapping Kenny’s bare ass, I sent him back to the water. He wasted no time running through the surf until his package and cute little ass were below the surface and there he stayed, waist deep, for God knows how long. He was embarrassed and wasn’t going to come out of the water until it was time to leave.

I muttered my thoughts and was challenged by my sister, “What’d you say?”

“Oh, I was muttering. If he were my kid I think I’d burn his clothes. I’d keep him naked all the time. Jeeezzz, Miriam he is one good looking kid. And, the more naked, the better looking he is. I don’t want to pry, but is big Ken hung that well?”

Miriam threw a magazine she’d brought at me and chuckled, “I wish.”

“Think the sunscreen has worn off? I mean, I’d be glad to put some more on him, if you think he needs it.”

“Oh stop, Sharon. Let the kid try to curb his embarrassment. You’ll get your chance to feel him up again. Maybe he’ll need a massage when we get him home. We’ll let his sisters massage him before dinner and you can do it afterwards.”

“You gonna keep him naked after we get home?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll keep him naked for the next three or four days just for being such a shit to me here today. Actually, forcing him to be naked will have more power than his Daddy’s belt. I guarantee it.”

“Will Ken approve?”

“Oh, hell yes. He’s so embarrassed when they go to the pool or somewhere where they have to change he can’t stand Kenny’s avoidance behavior. Like I told you before, he says his son is a wimp about stripping in locker rooms and showering in gang showers and how abnormal that is. When Ken grew up boys just didn’t mind it, but Kenny? Well, Kenny really concerns him. Big Ken will definitely be on board. He’ll probably make the kid cut the lawn nude just to break him down. Trust me.”

The boy bobbed up and down as the waves rolled past. None of his bobs exposed his beautiful genitals. An occasional wave would knock him off his feet and there’d be a quick flash of his boyhood and he’d wade a little deeper. But throughout the ordeal, there was definitely the look of concern about his exposure as he looked back to see who might be watching him. He was definitely uncomfortable. He also had unquestionably attracted an audience. People on blankets who’d been privy to his trips up and down to rinse off, and/or my sunscreen application, were now watching for further glimpses of his naked midsection. Who could blame them? As I said, the kid was pure eye candy.

Miriam again broke the silence. “I know this has been quite stressful for Kenny. I guess you, the girls and I will have to massage him a long time tonight. You know, polish that little knob of his. Think the girls will enjoy batting their brother’s penis around for an hour or so? I’m betting they will.”

In response to my sister’s inquiry all I could say was, “I don’t know about them. I sure will.”

“I don’t think either of the girls has felt his penis before. Tonight’s their night, and tomorrow and the day after, and maybe the day after that. I think I’ll video the whole thing. It’d be footage I could share with his girl friends when he’s in high school.”

“Miriam, you are a devious bitch.”

She got a shit eating grin on her face and we both turned our attention to the boy in the surf. As I stared waiting for him to dodge a wave and momentarily expose his penis or bare backside, I mumbled, “He’s not going to even out his tan that way.”

“Don’t worry. He’ll get lots of sun after I get him home.”

As we packed up to go home, Kenny stood before his mother begging for his bathing suit. She denied his request and told him to relax and “put his hands down” insisting he looked silly pressing his boy parts so tightly. She even resisted his request for a towel telling him the sun would dry him off on the walk to the car. Both of my nieces were surprisingly unmoved by their brother’s nudity. Maybe they were still young enough that Kenny’s penis, scrotum and backside were just uninteresting facts of life, but other than an occasional look at his package there didn’t seem to be a lot of interest. I, on the other hand, couldn’t drink in the kid’s nakedness enough and I particularly enjoyed the embarrassment he seemed to be suffering. It was hot.

Kenny started crying from the thought of being so exposed and the fact that his mother wasn’t going to give him the least amount of cover. Ignoring his upset, she handed him the small cooler we’d brought and told him to carry it as we vacated our spot on the beach. All the way back to the car, Kenny caused many an observer to twist their necks to look at the naked boy. Even though he shielded his item of interest from view with the cooler, his bare ass was enough to gain a whole lot of attention, and, yes, some cellphone coverage too.

At the car, Miriam relieved the boy of the cooler and ordered him to accompany his siblings to the outdoor shower at the edge of the parking lot. “And, it wouldn’t hurt you to rinse the salt off as well while you’re there.” Still no towels provided for either he or his sisters. It was cute watching him stand there cupping his boyhood while the fully covered girls rinsed. Then he quickly stepped under the freshwater rinse and, without relinquishing his hold on his genitals, briefly rinsed off.

The three kids returned to the car and Miriam made them stand in the sun for a few minutes as she put towels down on the back seat. “Kenny, put your hands on your head. You can’t put them to your sides, well just put them on your head until I tell you to take them down. I’ve had just about enough of your crap.” Tears again appeared in the boy’s eyes as he did as he was told and unleashed his raging boner. I was so hot I wanted to grab that stiffy. What kept me from doing so was that it might raise the eyebrows of unrelated onlookers. Besides, if Miriam was going to be true to her word, I’d get my fill once we got the kid home. And, as it turned out, I did.

All the way home Kenny pouted as he fastened the seat-belt of the passenger side rear seat. His arms were folded across his chest and his penis and scrotum were tightly secured between his thighs. His sisters actually showed little to no interest in their naked brother which surprised me. I, on the other hand, twisted around so I could tease him about his modesty. It would have been much better for me if he’d chosen the seat behind his mother rather than the one behind me. But, I played the hand I was dealt. “Why don’t you spread those legs and give your ‘little guy’ some air?”

His answer was an angry shrug and staring out the window at the passing scenery.

We were twenty-five miles from home when the tire blew. Miriam guided the car to the right shoulder of the highway and swore to relieve her tension. She got out to assess the situation and returned to tell us all to pile out. Kenny begged for his shorts, but Miriam, true to her word, told him no. The now tearing naked boy slid out from his seat and used the car to shield him from the view of passing traffic. After my own assessment and questioning, I turned my attention to my naked nephew. It was a perfect time to make him show complete strangers his tight little ass and beautiful penis. Miriam began pulling out the beach paraphernalia to get to the spare tire. I used the situation to begin exposing him, “Kenny, get back there and help your mother change the tire.”

He was very guarded and replied, “I don’t know how!”

Like I was going to let him off with that excuse. “Well, get back there and learn how. Help her get the stuff out of the back of the car.”

He wasn’t about to come out from his semi-hidden position, “What about them?” He pointed at his sisters who were sitting in the grass picking clover flowers.

“Look kid, either help your mother or stand on the side of the road. Maybe a naked boy will get enough attention to have someone else stop to help. Either help or you can stand behind the car, facing the traffic, with your hands behind your back and your legs spread, showing off that penis of yours to attract attention. It’s up to you.”

Miriam overheard me and in a more authoritarian voice ordered him to help her. He cautiously approached the opened hatchback holding his boyhood from view of any passing motorists. He slid the cooler out from the car and quickly held it in front of his hard-on. “Put the cooler over there and help me get the tire out.” I grabbed my cellphone to take some pictures of his naked self in various positions as he helped his mother.

The kid quickly dropped the cooler where he was told and returned to help his mother free the spare. Apparently, Miriam or Ken hadn’t taken the time to make sure the spare was maintained and it too was for the most part flat from loss of air. Another expletive emanated from my sister’s mouth.

“We’ll need someone to stop and help or I can call Ken at work. Kenny, stand behind the car and face the oncoming traffic. Put you hands to your sides and let them all see your penis. Maybe it’ll encourage someone to stop for a closer look and then I can get some help with this.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t want people seeing me naked.”

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to, I told you to do it.”

“No, Mom. I can’t.” Tears again welled in his eyes.

“Kenny, do what I told you, damn it!” She grabbed his arm and twisted him around and slapped his bare ass with a couple of sharp swats. Then she jerked him into place. The boy’s show immediately got some attention as passing motorists started beeping as they went past. Kenny was devastated and I was all but salivating at the erotic situation.

His “trolling” paid off as a semi driver pulled his rig off just ahead of the car. A scroungy but burly guy in shorts and a dirty t-shirt dismounted from the cab. He approached Miriam meeting her about half way between the two vehicles. The two of them walked to the back of the car. Kenny was still standing patiently facing on-coming traffic. Seeing him still there the driver spouted, “Good looking boy you got there. The kid’s hung like a horse.” He buried his head in the well where the spare was still secured and began the process of freeing it. “Letting him run around naked isn’t a problem for you? Some cop sees that and you might have some trouble.”

Miriam politely responded. “No, I like making him stay naked. I love to show him off. As far as the cops go, he’s my son and I can raise him as I damn well want to. Let ‘em give me some trouble and they’re in for some shit.” The driver laughed, mumbled something and pulled the spare out of the car. Then she dismissed Kenny. “Kenny come give this gentleman some help.” Once the tire was out of the car the man took it to his truck and somehow filled it with compressed air he had at the semi.

When he returned, Kenny wasn’t much help. He just stood there stoically giving travelers a side view of his bare ass and erection as they passed. As the Good Samaritan went about positioning the jack, I began capturing the scene with my cellphone. The driver, more than once, glanced up staring directly at Kenny’s stiff boyhood. “You want to learn how to change a tire, young fella?”

Kenny offered no response. The man loosened the lug nuts and then inserted the lug wrench into the jack. “Here pump this handle up and down so we can raise the car.” Kenny reluctantly did as the man told him. After he’d raised the car enough, the driver took the lug wrench from the jack and completed removing the lug nuts. Kenny stood almost at attention with his bare ass pointing toward the road and his still hard dick pointing at the man. Then, without notice, the guy turned and grabbed the boy’s appendage and playfully pumped it up and down just as Kenny had done with the jack. “I bet if I broke that stiffy off, it’d be hard enough to use in the jack.” He laughed and returned to the task pulling the wheel off the hub. “Here, little Buddy, roll this around to the back of the car, and roll the spare over to me.” Still embarrassed the boy did as the man told him to. “You like being naked?”

“No.”

“Well why do you do it?”

“Because my Mom makes me do it. She says people like seeing naked boys.”

“Well, Son, she has a point. You are a good lookin’ kid, and that dick of yours is pretty impressive for a kid your age. You should be proud.”

After finishing up, the driver teased, “Hey, Kenny, how about we push this lug wrench in your hole back there. We could push it up and down and see if it was make your wiener go up and down.” Kenny had a sudden flash of panic. The driver laughed and threw the wrench into the spare tire compartment. He then helped Miriam put stuff back in the car.

Before the guy left, Miriam grabbed her purse and offered to pay him for his service. He refused. But he did say, “There is one thing you can do though.”

“What’s that?”

“Keep the boy naked as often as you can. He’s really a handsome specimen. People gotta enjoy seeing that.”

“That’s a deal.”

“Oh, and hold on, let me get some pictures of him. Without pictures, nobody’s gonna believe me when I tell them about this.”

Miriam made Kenny pose for five or six shots. All of them were frontal images of Kenny. One of them was of the family gathered behind the car with Kenny standing naked front and center.

With that we were back on the road.

After we pulled in to the driveway of their corner lot home, Miriam told Kenny he’d have to help unload the beach stuff from the car. He, of course, responded pointing toward his sisters and asked, “What about them?”

“They need to go in and get a shower and wash their hair. I like seeing your penis and bare bottom so you need to give your Aunt Annette and me a little show. I’m sure the neighbors and passing motorists will find it a welcomed sight as well. Don’t worry everyone has seen naked little boys before. Now get out of the car and start unloading, Buddy.” He responded by huffing again and staring out the window. His sisters bailed out the other door. “Do I need to run in and get one of Daddy’s belts?” He just sat there. Miriam slammed her door and was on her way around the car to open his.

I wanted to appear to be allied with my nephew. “Kenny, just get out and do what you were told. You’re pissing her off.” Suddenly, his door was jerked opened by his angry mother. Rather than await the almost certain jerk out of the car his mother was going to apply, he slowly slipped out planting his feet on the concrete driveway.

His hard penis bounced up and down as he began tearfully unloading the car. It was evident his mother was still a bit pissed off at his arguments and reluctance to do what she told him. He finally slid the folded lounge chairs from the car and flung them onto the driveway apron. “I’m not doing this. People are going to see me. I’m going in the house!”

Miriam grabber her son’s forearm with her right hand and nailed his ass with a firm swat with the other. “Kenny, I’m tired of this bullshit. You will stay out here. You will do what I tell you and you will do it without any more crap. You’re going to stay naked for the next three days for being such a shit. One more word of complaint and I’ll add another three days. Go ahead try me! I’m going to discuss your behavior with Daddy when he gets home and I’ll probably suggest a round with the belt. Now, get busy and don’t you dare open that mouth of yours again. Understand?”

She was livid. Tears were trickling down each of the cheeks of his reddened face. I think he knew he’d pushed as far as he could.

Long story short, Ken came home for work an hour or so later to two happy daughters in their pajamas and a naked twelve-year-old son. True to form Miriam did tell about the day she’d had and her trials and tribulations with Kenny. Predictably, Ken told his tearful son they’d “discuss this in his bedroom after dinner”. I think we all knew what that meant.

For the next three days the boy was naked 24/7. I made it a point to come to the house in the morning and stay until after dinner just so I could watch the kid being humiliated. Miriam made sure to have his sisters invite friends over and encouraged them to cop feels of his penis and scrotum if they wished. Watching him being forced to succumb to all those little girls’ inspections was a real turn on for me. I also found reasons to “massage” Kenny’s body at least three times a day. Of course, I polished his knob for extended periods of time when I did it.

It’s interesting to note that when Kenny’s male friends came over, Miriam made them play outside. We both watched the backyard from the kitchen window curious about how the boys would interact. One interesting observation is Kenny’s boyfriends found ways to feel his appendage as if it was accidental, but you could tell those “accidents” were planned. Once when I saw that, I opened the window and told his friend, he could grab it and pull it anytime he wanted. Both boys had a shocked look on their face. Even his closest friend, Tad, had a red face from embarrassment at my chiding. It was cute.

I’d love to share my cellphone SD card with the whole world. Lots of images of my naked nephew on the beach, in the yard, and around the house. Some with his sister’s friends holding his erection in a choke hold and even a few, secretly taken, with Tad getting to know Kenny better. Only problem is my Facebook page would be taken down. Oh well, I can enjoy them for now and I’ll relive the enjoyment when he starts dating. I can’t wait.

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