Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother Part 6

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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 to tell you having read this series, I found myself longing for an opportunity to embarrass and humiliate my twelve year old son Richard and his nine year old brother Brian. Like the other mothers who have written in support of your series, my boys are pretty good looking kids. My two frequently get compliments about their looks and bodies from others, especially at the beach.

Their thirty two year old aunt, Sylvia, is kind of hot to get a good look at their boy parts. She seems to get the most annoying about it when the boys are at the beach or swimming in her pool. I put her off thinking if I succumbed I’d be setting myself up as a pervert in her eyes. Not to mention the fight I’d have getting them to “lose the suits”. Sylvia is kind of sly. She’d ask the usual questions, “I haven’t seen either of your boys naked since they were five or six. I’ll bet Richard’s schlong has grown a bit. Have you seen him nude lately?” Or she’d pick on Brian, “Why don’t you make Brian spend some time outside nude? He’d tan up really nicely. It’d be fun to watch him running through the sprinkler naked wouldn’t it?”

She even tried to make it happen. She called Brian over during a backyard cookout and asked him if he wouldn’t be more comfortable without his clothes on. He thought she was kidding. But I knew she wasn’t. The very thought of him running naked got me hot too. As his mother, I felt guilty for thinking such things and even questioned my maternal orientation, but now I know many mothers are aroused by their sons parading around naked in front of others.

Sylvia makes her own six year old son romp nude at times when my boys and I are visiting their home. Her ten year old daughter is never naked. But, having her son’s penis flopping around is Sylvia’s ticket to suggest “all little boys should be made to lose their modesty”. Much as I hate to admit it, I’m inclined to agree. I mean watching Timmy run nude without any concern over his state is definitely interesting, but watching his sister rub his penis at will is even more interesting. I mean she pulls it and slaps it at her whim. I’ve watched her press her fingers into Timmy’s little ball sack and squeeze the tiny contents until he cried. You’d think Sylvia would at the very least correct her daughter, but she just laughs at her son’s pain. She actually points out her daughter’s assaults and just laughs suggesting my Brian and Richard should join Timmy in allowing her daughter’s abuse. “You should see Timmy trying to fend off Mandy’s friends’ fondling. It’s really cute.” Again, I like the idea but I’m afraid of what others might think of me if I forced my kids’ participation.

I eventually talked to John, my husband, about the boys and how healthy it would be for them to be a little less modest. Surprisingly, he agreed. He, like the one dad in a previous account, remembered when boys were made to be naked in front of each other and in public venues a lot more commonly than it is today. He was on his school swim team from the 7th through the 12th grade. He and the other boys practiced nude in the school pool. He recounts a lot of stories about girls and women coming and going in the bleachers during those practice sessions and how eventually his modesty wasn’t an issue. He wanted that for his kids too. In essence he gave me the encouragement to make them run naked in public whenever I felt they should be.

About six months ago, I started slowly with Brian. Being the youngest I felt he’d also be the easiest. I had enrolled in a photography course at the Junior College and decided I’d use Brian as a nude subject for the course. He didn’t have any suspicion when I started photographing him. I told him I needed photographs of a “human subject” and it wouldn’t take more than a couple of hours each week. He was excited to help me out. I had him change into shorts or his swim suit and would pose him without making a big “to do” about it. I didn’t want to scare him off by being too quick to “unwrap the subject.” My goal was to gradually work down to where he’d be completely nude for my photos.

I spent the first two weeks working with Brian on a variety of candid color images of him doing boy stuff. You know, like catching footballs, doing homework, eating, playing video games, the whole enchilada. It was really a cute photo essay. I did make sure he wore shorts and was barefoot and shirtless in all those shots so others could share my admiration for his muscular little boy legs and torso.

Then on the fourth week came a challenging assignment. The instructor wanted us to “rediscover black and white”. He wanted us to pay attention to shadows and really reach for “artistic perfection”. I intended to work with Brian on showing his naked nine year old form. I draped an area of the living room and asked him to strip down to his shorts. I told him he was “my artistic masterpiece” and I wanted to show him to my classmates in the next class. He hesitantly removed all but his shorts and I began posing him for photos I thought would provide the most moving black and white images. About a half hour in, I said, “Hey, Brian, I want to show off your thighs in the next series. Strip down to your underwear.”

He started to balk. “I can just roll up the legs of my shorts.” He rolled one up and said, “See?”

“No I really need for you to be as close to naked as possible. I really need for you to lose the shorts for this series.”

He got frustrated and tried to cancel the session, “Can we do this later?”

“Brian, I said take off your shorts now, or do I need to get one of Dad’s belts? I have to get this assignment right or I’m not going to get a good grade. Now, get the damned shorts off.”

He complied with a pouty face.

“And you can quit the pouting. I want these to be good shots.”

He reluctantly complied with my posing him in various ways with and without the chair in front of my backdrop. I was quite satisfied with some of the images. I was getting choked up as I photographed him knowing full well I was going to get him totally naked within a few minutes. I knew he’d object, but I also knew, as his mother, I’d win the argument. The time came and I just blurted out, “Okay, now take off your underpants. I want some nudes of you. I need some of your penis and bottom showing.”

He stood up and said, “Mom, I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“I said, get the underpants off. I’m not done and neither are you. Now, take them off.”

“Come on Mom, I don’t want all those people seeing me naked. You have enough pictures of me.”

“Get your underpants off, Brian.”

He got a sick look on his face—all flushed and stuff, but he looped his thumbs on the elastic waist band. I watched in horny anticipation for his boy boner to spring loose. It did as he pushed his underwear down and off. I loved his beautiful erection, but I couldn’t show that to my classmates. Nevertheless, I started posing him hoping to get a few good shots of his engorged penis for my personal collection before he became accustomed to the situation. He stayed hard for almost the first hour.

“I want your penis to be in all of my photos right now. Don’t even try to hide it, Brian. Here, sit on the chair and spread those legs wide apart.”

I had him lie on his side with his legs in various positions and moved him to his back. That penis was sticking straight out its full four inches about as big around as a primary school pencil and I was getting horny just watching it. The temptation was to rub it to keep it hard, but I knew erections wouldn’t fly in my presentation for my class, but they sure would for me to post on line and for me to share with Sylvia.

Finally, the boy became flaccid and I took as many of him totally nude as I could. My favorites were of him exposing that plum sized scrotum with his three incher draped over or beside it. I couldn’t help but praise the doctor who cut him when he was a baby. That circumcision was clean and pronounced. I must have shot five or six close-ups of that penis and ball sack. I took some of him from the backside as well. His cute little boy ass was smooth and tight. What an impressive view of those two perfect globes sitting on top of those gorgeous legs. My favorites highlighted his butt dimples. I was able to move the lighting and utilized the shadows to fully accentuate both his genitalia and backside.

When we were done, I made Brian stay naked for a few hours, “Just to help you become more comfortable with your body.” His nudity didn’t escape his brother who teased him about it. I found myself refereeing the ordeal and finally got angry enough to tell Richard, “Next time both of you will pose naked for my photos. I’m going to do a brothers theme.” It was my intention to do some more color photography as well during that session.

Richard shot back with, “Yeah, right, Mom. Like I’m going to do that.”

“You’ll do whatever I tell you to do young man. Don’t cop that attitude with me.”

That night at dinner (Brian was still naked), John engaged us in conversation by asking Brian about his photo session with a Cheshire cat grin on his face. Brian took the teasing poorly and picked at his food while his father continued. Richard started smirking and Brian fired out, “Oh yeah Richard, you have to be naked for Mom too next time. See how you like it.”

Richard’s response kind of buried him, “Oh yeah, well like I said, that ain’t gonna happen, Brian.”

I took the opportunity to press back, “Oh yes it is. You will be a part of my next project and you will be totally naked.”

“No, I won’t.” The brat looked me dead in the eye with an adamant expression on his face.

“Hey, you’re talking to your mother. You will do whatever she decides you’ll do, young man. If she wants to take pictures of you naked, she’ll damn well do it. Understand?” John was really pissed at Richard’s attitude.

“But…” The boy was caving.

“No but’s about it. You will be naked whenever and for as long as your mother says you’ll be. If she ends up having to take a belt to your ass, you’ll get it again when I get home. Got it?”

“But…” Richard tried again. John put up his index finger and glared at the boy. He got the message and just dropped the argument.

“Your mother has a project to do and you will do whatever she needs you to do to help her.”

If only John knew how I could have been doing the same sort of work with fruit or flowers. I chose my boys because I got really horny exposing them on a “second hand” basis to large groups of people. The only thing that would have made it more perfect would be making them strip right in front of all my fellow students. My thoughts then were maybe I could volunteer them to model for the class.

The big day arrived. We all had to project our best images on shadowing in black and white on a big screen in the school theater. Then the instructor and the other students could critique the work. I brought a jump drive with nothing more than what I felt were the best images of my naked nine year old. I had fought the temptation to include some images of his beautiful tight erection, however, there was one close-up of his boy parts, flaccid of course. It was my tribute to the work of Sally Mann who often focused her photos artistically on her son’s genitals.

We sat through the first four students presentations. These included a multifaceted seven image essay on a water lily floating on a pond, an eight image study of shadow of a bolt and nut, and yes, the usual fruit study, etc. None of them had human subjects. Then my name was called. My pride in my work took second place to the lump in my throat at the prospect of introducing my boy in his entirety to a group of forty or so students.

I put my jump drive in the computer, clicked on the file, and I nervously pushed the button on the remote to project the first image on the huge auditorium screen. Up came the three times life size black and white of Brian sitting nude on a stool with his legs spread wide apart. There were a few gasps at the unexpected. The instructor seemed unfazed by the image. “Okay, I see we have one brave soul who is going to introduce the human form to our class. Let’s look at the boy’s skin texture as it mixes with the hardness of the chair, and how the backdrop works to accentuate it all. Look at the shadows and the role they play in the overall presentation.”

The teacher continued, “Remarks?’’

From the middle of the auditorium a female voice commented, “The hardness of the chair definitely helps accentuate the softness of the boy’s skin.”

Then another added, “The lighting accentuates his facial features and his penis and scrotum. The pose and lighting just say BOY!”

“But could the lighting have been used more effectively from another angle?” the instructor continued. No one responded. “Okay Mrs. Thornton, let’s see the next image.”

I clicked the button again. There was Brian posed on the floor in a position one could only think of as a frog pose. His legs were drawn up, his hands behind his head, and his stare was straight up as if he was pondering the universe. His penis was casually lying to the side of his firm little nut sack.

A male voice beat the instructor to the punch. “Interesting pose!” The tone was almost critical.

Another student added, “That would have been a good pose if he was outside somewhere. You know like in a field of grass or on a large boulder. It just seems it’d be more interesting outside--perhaps early evening or sunrise where you could have used the shadows to accentuate his body.”

The instructor spoke up, “Even in black and white? Or, would an outside shot have been better if it was color?”

One of the girls in class spoke up, “Did he have any problems with you taking pictures of him naked? I mean, most little boys…”

In my best Mom voice I answered, “Kids are not as modest as you might think at this age. But, truthfully, he wasn’t keen on it, but I prevailed.”

“I like the nude shots, but was it necessary to take them nude?” The late teen continued.

“Yes, it does two things. It sends the message to him that his body is okay and beautiful and it paints a visual of what I consider to be one of my two most beautiful masterpieces, my two boys. So, yes, it was necessary to photograph him nude.”

The auditorium was silent. Then my instructor spoke up, “Good answer. I suppose we’ll be seeing a lot of your boys in the coming weeks, won’t we?”

“Yes, I‘ve decided to use them as my theme for this course.”

“I’m gratified by your bravery. Next slide.”

He had no idea how aroused the presentation and bantering was making me. For those in the class who liked the images I was happy to oblige them. For the little miss “was it necessary to take them nude” it provided the forum to shove it down her throat. Though I suspect her bantering was just a way to make her more comfortable with what she liked seeing anyway. Kind of throw any hint of her enjoyment off the scent of the other students. I suspect the latter.

I pressed the button and up came the close up of Brian’s penis and scrotum. I mean it was overwhelming seeing that penis projected on the nine foot display. There was a notable gasp from my classmates at the sight of the close up of Brian’s genitalia.

The professor remarked, “Oh an up and coming Sally Mann clone, huh?”

I responded, “She was part of my inspiration, but I’d say Ron Oliver’s work also played a big part of my attempt a portraying my boys.”

“You’re quite well informed about masters of child photography, particularly, in black and white. Perhaps you could inform the class about these photographers during some future class.”

“I’m far from an expert or even well informed. I’ve just seen some of their work on-line.”

“You know they both have been called ‘pornographers’ because of their photos?”

I continued the thought, “Yeah, but only in the U.S. For some reason we are the prudes of the world when it comes to exposing our children publicly. I personally think it’s pretty much all and act. You know, as a mother, I certainly love seeing my kids naked and do enjoy sharing their beautiful bodies with others.”

I was gratified by the matter-of-factness the instructor took in his dialog. But, I was still really hot having exposed Brian to the public in all his naked glory. The only thing that would have made it better is if I’d made him accompany me to the class so I could watch him suffer the humiliation. I got particularly choked up and felt a twinge of embarrassment when the penis close-up was projected, but I stayed nonchalant about it. My fellow classmates were into my work and the banter between Dr. Wilson and me.

The professor then made some reinforcing remarks, “I admire your artistic bravery in using nudes for this presentation. As you said, your boys are going to be your subjects for future assignments. I’m sure there will be many more nudes of them. “

I was relieved he liked the material, “Most likely.”

Then he turned his attention on the little miss “did they have to be nudes”. “Miss Adler, before the class ends, I’d like to make the point that this is an art course and the nude form is certainly worthy of our attention. I trust your comments about this child’s nudity were not a reflection of you finding Mrs. Thornton’s work objectionable. If any of you can’t see the beauty of this boy, perhaps you are in the wrong course.”

That night, John asked me how the presentation went. I was very excited to take the opportunity to cement our agreement that our boys should be completely exposed publicly to help curb the modesty they were victimized by.

“The professor loved the nudes of Brian. He hinted that he might like to have the boys pose for the class.”

“Well?”

“I told him I would think about it. I didn’t want to make that decision without talking to you.”

“I think we’re on the same page. Go ahead and do it.”

I was delighted. John truly was on the same page.

“You know he liked the close-up of Brian’s penis and sack. He said the shadows and the softness of his appendage resting on his tight little scrotum” were terrific. He especially liked the ripples of the scrotum and how they almost resembled moguls casting shadows of their own. Imagine what they would have thought if I’d have used a close-up of his hard-on. That would have freaked Julie Adler right out.”

“Who the hell is Julie Adler?”

“One of the students. I think she’s probably eighteen or nineteen and she’s a real prude. It’s okay though, the professor dealt with her very firmly. He told her, if she didn’t feel comfortable with the beauty of the human body, she could get her ass out of his class. He didn’t say ass, but I did.”

“You going to use both boys?”

“Yeah, I want to check to see if Richard has any hair down there. If he does, I’m going to shave him before we go.”

“Wait a minute. You don’t know if your son has pubic hair? Are we that out of touch with them?”

“John, I haven’t seen Richard nude in two or three years. He locks the doors to change and use the bathroom. I’m telling you, he’s got a problem. I wonder if he showers after P.E. at school. I’d bet he doesn’t. He’s really shy about his boyhood.”

“Man they wouldn’t have survived my childhood. Everybody was privy to what you had. There wasn’t any room for body shyness.”

“Well, we’ll fix that with our two. I guarantee it. Sylvia wants to handle both boys’ parts. She keeps pushing letting her inspect them. I’ve been standoffish because I didn’t want…”

“Her to think you were perverted!” John completed my sentence.

“Exactly. But, you know, I just might be. Secretly, I get kind of horny thinking about embarrassing and humiliating the boys. Is that weird?”

“Well, maybe a little. But, hey, if it means better and more sex for us, go for it.”

The next morning at breakfast I shared my experience with Brian, in the presence of Richard. I told him the students and the professor were very complimentary. Though it wasn’t completely true, I told him they especially liked the close up of his boy parts. He blushed and spouted out in embarrassed disbelief, “You showed that to them?”

“Of course, Honey, they love seeing little penises. Everyone does.”

“Moooommmmmm. Is there anyone in your class who knows me?”

“I don’t think so, but they will.” I was loading to spring the explosive information about posing.

“What do you mean, they will?”

“I volunteered you and Richard to pose naked for the class.”

Richard slammed his spoon down on the table and Brian teared up.

“I’m not doing it! I told you I’m not being naked in front of anyone!” Richard was furious.

“Me either, Mom. I mean being naked in front of you was hard enough. I’m not undressing for your class.”

John must have overheard the discussion. As he entered the room he firmly stated, “Yes, you are—both of you. And, because of your attitude, you will spend the weekend nude so you mother can gather more material for her class. On top of it, Richard you listen in particular, while you’re naked our family and friends can inspect any parts of your bodies they wish. That includes touching your penises, balls, and even your holes if they want to. I’m tired of you two being so shy. That shyness has to stop until you’re older. Get used to it!”

Brian questioned his father, “All weekend? I mean even…”

“Yes, ALL weekend. If our friends come over you’ll greet them nude. And, if I hear any more bitching toward your mother, I’ll arrange to take you on some outings as well. So, close your mouths and finish your breakfast, you’ll be late for school.”

I was totally in. I could hardly wait for the weekend to arrive. But, between then and the weekend, I wanted to get more photos of both boys nude, especially Richard. His opposition to it made it even more exciting. He was mine literally and soon to be totally mine. I could just picture that perfect penis as I remembered it, swaying freely as he walked and ran. And, shots of him holding it and rubbing it were soon to be more than just imagination.

In anticipation I started to plan some actual outdoor shoots. There’s a large state park fifteen miles from our home and it was my intention to take both naked boys there for shots in the woods and at stream side. Of course, the more chance of them being seen by others, the better I liked it.

When the boys came in from school on Friday, I began the naked weekend. I had both of them strip right in front of me in the living room. Of course, my camera recorded the disrobing process. I had to stop one time to use the belt on the obstinate Richard. After several stinging blows to the back of the legs and across the back of his “tighty whities” he finally succumbed freeing a much larger erection than I had anticipated. My boy was maturing, but he appeared free of hair. The overall girth of his appendage was beyond my expectation. His well pronounced glans topped a five inch stiffy which pointed slightly upward. As he made the expected move to protect the hard-on from my eyes and those of his brother, I slapped his arms with the belt. “Keep your hands away from your penis. We all want to admire it and I want some photos of it for my class.”

“Yeah, Richard, now it’s your turn. She can show everyone at her school what you look like naked, just like she showed them mine.”

“Shut the fuck up, Brian.”

I returned to my parental role with that remark, “What did you say?”

“I told him to shut up.”

“No, you said another word too. What was it?”

“Nothing.”

Brian couldn’t let that stand. Naked or not he wanted to see his brother get his bare ass worn out with the belt. “You said the ‘F’ word.”

I chose to ignore the remark and instead focus on using the situation to force some interesting material for my photography. “Brian, you need to hop up on the bed and lie on your back.” He did. “No in that frog position. Remember?” He complied. “Now Richard, lie down next to your brother on your side.” He looked somewhat concerned about what was going on, but he complied. “Now Richard, because you used and offensive word, we need for you to make Brian feel better, so you need rub his penis gently.”

“I’m not doing that. It’s homo stuff.”

You could probably hear the crack of the belt as it made contact with the side of Richard’s bare ass. “Rub your brother’s penis and testicles and get at in now.”

Crying he reached out and gently caressed Brian’s erection. I started my photo session looking for all possible angles to show the intimacy of his touch. “You know we aren’t going to stop this until you stop crying and look happier to be feeling your brother’s boy parts.”

Talk about getting horny, watching that boy naturally slide his hand up and down his brother’s stiff shaft really got my juices flowing. I wanted so much to order him to place the penis in his mouth and service it properly, but my “better angels” told me that was a recipe for a shit ration from their father. I knew I wouldn’t give up on the idea, but at the time it would be better to delay such things.

After ten minutes of the caressing, Richard had stopped crying. His irritated but sullen face made for much better photo quality. I couldn’t help but notice his much longer and substantial appendage was so hard it had the upward arch topped by the very engorged and bulbous glans. “Brian, you rub Richard’s penis and testicles too. Richard, just keep going with Brian’s.” There they were gently manipulating each other’s genitalia and I was beside myself trying to contain my own libido and record the session through black and white artistry. Would I show the mutual fondling session to the class? I didn’t know. Perhaps my need for arousal would provide me the audacity to project them on the big screen.

The very next afternoon the professor asked if I would bring the boys in so the class might have the opportunity to photograph their “form”. We sat in his office and I couldn’t help but tell him of the photos of the mutual caressing session. Rather than the expected judgmental response, he suggested the artistic value of the images would supersede the definition of decency set by narrow minded viewers. I reached into my purse and produced copies of my better shots of that occasion. As he flipped through them, he commented on the softness of the boys’ skin and how the touching of each other’s genitalia suggested more brotherly love than sexual molestation.

“These are gentle and artistic. The boys’ faces show the comfort each is receiving from the other. The handling of each other’s penises, like in this one, show the normal youthful curiosity about these body parts mixed with the natural trend to compare. No, these are really great shows of sibling affection. I like that you chose black and white for these rather than color. It helps keep them within the realm of art rather than porn.”

In short, he wanted me to present them.

I brought the boys to class with me. The auditorium was largely empty as there were only forty or so in my class. I had the boys sit in the back of the room. Both were wearing athletic shorts without underwear, a t-shirt of their choosing, and athletic shoes with ankle socks. I decided why make disrobing any more complicated than it had to be. Brian was naively looking around at the new environment and making occasional comments to his big brother who was presenting as very angry. Yes, Richard sat there with his arms crossed and almost a pout on his face. I think, unlike his brother, he knew they’d be naked before the night was over. I guess demanding them to leave the underwear at home was a dead giveaway.

Dr. Wilson began the class. Without much ado he asked me to put my jump drive in the computer at the podium and show the latest images. Still apprehensive about the reception of the mutual fondling slides, I was bolstered by the instructor’s support. He’d seen the content and was happy with it. Slide one hit the huge screen. There was Richard gently cradling his brothers hard on. Both boys exchanging what appeared to be affectionate looks with each other. The auditorium was quiet. Not even Miss “did he have to be naked” stirred. Wilson began his critique.

“Look at the softness. That is enhanced by the black and white medium. Notice how gently the bigger boy cradles his brother’s penis. The stare of the boys toward each other’s eyes mellows the perception even more. Is there any doubt these two are brothers?”

One of the male participants spoke up. “These are beginning to border on porn, aren’t they? I’m thinking the fact that both are erect, makes it more pornographic.”

Wilson was quick to reply, “Mr. Harrington, what is the purpose of porn?”

The young man replied, “To elicit sexual responses from the viewer?”

“Okay that’s part of it. Do these two boys elicit a sexual response for you?”

“No. They’re boys.”

“Yes, they’re young boys. But, again I ask, does this slide get your hormones flowing? Is there anything abnormal for kids to explore each other’s bodies? I mean, isn’t sexual play a part of most kids’ childhoods?”

“Well, to answer your first question, no, I’m not turned on by the slide. As far as your second question, I wouldn’t know.” Harrington’s response triggered a round of nervous laughter from many of my classmates.

Through the dim light I could see Richard ducking down in his theater seat. His bare knees were pressed against the back of the seat in front of him. Brian, on the other hand, was still engaged in checking out the surroundings.

“Mr. Harrington, would statues of boys with penises and scrotums fully accentuated qualify as porn?”

“No. But this is different. These kids are feeling each other’s, you know.” Again his comment was followed by a round of nervous laughter. “And, besides statues are inanimate.”

“So are photographs. Do you see these images as ‘animate’? Okay, let’s move on.”

As the instructor requested, I continued my presentation. After the fifth slide he turned the lights on.

“I asked you to bring your various equipment today. The reason is we have the opportunity to use the Thornton boys for a session or two of nude boys. Mrs. Thornton, would you introduce your boys to the class?”

I walked back and had the boys stand. Richard’s anger had turned to fear as they stood. Brian too was evidently just getting tuned in to the reason for the visit to my class. After a brief introduction to the class I ushered both boys toward the stage. “I need for you to get your clothes off. Just put your stuff over there on that stool.”

“Naked?” Brian was finally getting the message.

“Yes, naked. Take off everything.”

“But, we don’t know these people, Mom!”

“You will before the night is over. Now, get naked.”

Without much more prodding Brian began to disrobe. Richard wasn’t quite so cooperative. But, after threats and assuring him his father would be informed of any insolence combined with his nine year old bothers total nudity, he caved. I brought them to center stage and made them stand with legs spread and hands behind their backs. Both penises were stiff. I’d be lying if I told you my fellow students weren’t immediately busy capturing the images of those elongated mushroom topped poles.

As the class went on, the boys were instructed to assume various poses by both the professor and the students. Then one of the twenty something male students, a guy named Barry Brookhalter, suggested, “Hey, why don’t we take them outside to the playground at the demonstration school? We could get some action photos of the boys just doing what kids do. You know kind of a naked playtime.”

The demonstration school was a part of the University’s education college. It was used to provide a practicum and research center for students and faculty. The student population was about a thousand kids from preschool all the way through high school.

I immediately bought into Barry’s idea. I was getting horny just thinking about exposing my naked sons to the general public on campus. Even more arousing was the fact that it was only two thirty in the afternoon and the demonstration school was in session. That meant my boys would be exposed to all those kids attending classes over there and their parents who would be coming in to pick them up when school let out at three thirty.

I blurted out, “Well, if Doctor Wilson is up for it, I don’t see why we can’t just walk them over there for a session.”

Wilson was quick to say he didn’t care if that was what we wanted to do. I could see in Richard’s face the immediate feeling of dread. He turned pale and swallowed hard. He came over to me, his newly stiffen penis swaying back and forth and whispered, “Please, Mom, can’t we just be here. Please, don’t make us go outside like this.”

His plea made me even hornier, “Oh quit your whining. The people here have all seen naked little boys,” Brian joined us as I responded to Richard.

“Yeah, but they haven’t seen these naked boys.” Brian joined his brother’s protest.

“Well, they’re about to. Both of you will go wherever I decide you will. That’s the end of it.” Then raising my voice, for the benefit of the class, I shouted, “We can go to the playground with them, if that’s what you want.”

Miss Adler, you know the “did he really have to be naked” girl, again tried to throw a wrench in the mix, “Won’t the kids at the demo school be a little offended? I mean, if we go now the parents and students will be leaving for the day and the boys will have a huge audience. I don’t think they’d like that. Would you boys?”

Before either could respond, I answered. “Again, I remind you, I’m their mother and I call the shots, not them, and certainly not you. If this offends you, stay here.” I was pissed the brat was engaging in decisions making where she had no authority to be. My reaction made her beside herself. She huffed and went to the back of the auditorium to stew. Barry came up to me and said, “What in the hell is her problem? They’re boys. Boys are meant to be exposed publicly at least that’s what my parents used to tell me.” Then he reassured me, “It’ll be fine.”

“I know Barry. She’s just a little prudish. Maybe she’ll get over it. Boys, come on. Let’s go. We’re going to the school playground and you will do whatever you’re asked to do. Understand?”

“I’m not going,” Richard dug in.

“Me either.” Brian joined the protest.

I was pissed, “Excuse me, Dr. Wilson may I borrow your belt for a moment?”

He slid his leather belt out of its loops and handed it to me. “Both of you bend over the chairs.” Neither responded. So I swung the belt aimlessly at each of them. I caught Brian right in the crotch and he buckled to the floor holding himself in pain. Meanwhile Richard almost immediately accumulated three bright red stripes of his own on his right thigh. Both were crying. “Now, bend over the chairs now or I’ll just keep swinging and hit you wherever.”

My blood pressure was soaring and I was well aware of all of the whispering mixed with laughter as I pushed both boys down in a pose giving me free access to their pert boy asses. I laid five stripes across each bottom and told them to stand. Again, I instructed them to get moving. This time they did, both sobbing with snot streams flowing.

Barry tried to make light of the situation, “Hope those stripes are gone by the time we get over there.”

“If they aren’t we’ll just have to do it again for Wednesday’s class.”

Dr. Wilson overheard the remarks and said, “That would be fine.”

To say we didn’t draw a rather sizeable crowd of onlookers while we photographed my naked boys as they climbed on the play equipment would have been inaccurate. There was a mixture of what I would call false indignation and complete awe from the gathered crowd. Both boys were embarrassed and spent the lion’s share of the time hard as rocks. They were responsive to my classmates and me was we told them to stop at various points for the photos. Hanging from the horizontal ladder was a particularly popular pose. The boys extended naked body’s hanging there as they went across hand by hand with their erect penises slapping each side of their pubis were really exciting to most of us.

I’ll never forget when the dismissal bell rung at the school and parents who had gathered to watch the photo session either called their offspring to their side to “see the naked boys” or rushed over to usher them to the parked vehicles so as shelter them from the sight. All in all it was a very arousing time for me and judging from their faces, a truly humiliating experience for my boys.

Anyway, the boys became so popular with my classmates--both the men and the women--they were often loaned out to them for photo sessions. More often than not, I delivered them completely nude to my classmates and always gave them permission to use the belt if needed.

I think I’ll take the advanced course next semester.

(The End)