Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother Part 8

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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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In 1962 when I was thirteen, my twelve year old brother Timmy was a newspaper delivery boy. Each morning he’d fold his papers, put them in his canvas bag and ride his bike through the streets of our neighborhood tossing papers onto peoples’ front porches. He was a kid with an average build and my girlfriends thought he was really “cute”. I must admit, I thought he was handsome too, but, then again, I was biased. My girlfriends and I enjoyed when the warm weather approached because Mom relegated him to his shorts and often told him to deliver his papers without a shirt to stay cooler. Marcy, our next door neighbor and one of my best friends, would often take pictures of him with her camera, particularly on the days he was half naked. We’d run to the drug store when she took the film in for developing, hoping his good looking frame and tight muscular preteen legs were exposed. See, in those days, boys’ shorts were very short. Though many boys wore knee socks with them, Mom insisted he would never cover his “gorgeous legs” with those socks.

I remember right up until he was eleven or twelve, Mom would often make him strip in the family room so she could wash his clothes and he could go up to his shower. When I say strip, I mean naked. Tim would have to take off everything. Sometimes he’d even have to strip in the family room when Marcy was there for a sleep over. We’d giggle when his penis was showing and Marcy would comment on how she forgot her camera. Mom would just act nonchalant and take his clothes into the laundry room. Then Timmy started complaining about how I never had to take my clothes off in the family room. Mom would just say, “She’s a girl and you’re a boy the rules are different.”

I supposed you’d expect that Dad would object, but he just ignored the whole ordeal. When Timmy would appeal to him about such requirements, he’d just say, “Do as your mother tells you.” Even when my friends were there, Dad didn’t care if Tim had to be naked. In fact, I think it amused him to see my brother’s embarrassment. Sometimes Dad would even take pictures of him naked in front of Mom and me and my friends. And, again, back in those days naked pictures of kids weren’t difficult to get processed. They were common.

Dad laughed when Marcy or I would grab Tim’s package. Timmy would complain and Mom would say, “They’re just curious. Let them feel, if that’s what they want. They aren’t hurting anything.” If he pushed me or one of my friends away and we told he’d get the belt right in front of us. It was almost worth making it up to watch him get whipped, but we never did. He got it enough to keep us interested though.

Marcy was intrigued by his balls and would cradle his ball sack. My parents truly enjoyed watching when she flicked his balls or squeezed them and brought Tim to his knees. Their enjoyment kind of encouraged her behavior. Like I said I was more intrigued by his penis, especially when he started “growing” down there. I like to squeeze his mushroom tip so as to open the pee hole. Such exploration was almost as much fun as yanking its stem. If it hurt or antagonized Timmy, I enjoyed doing it. I remember times when Momma would make him stay naked for a whole weekend or even several days during the summer just so she could admire her “favorite little boy”. It wasn’t so annoying to him when he was six and seven, but boy did that change when he got to being nine or ten.

When he turned twelve, Tim’s complaining must have gotten Mom and Dad’s ear, because he wouldn’t be made to strip in front of my friends anymore. Sometimes Mom would make him strip in front of her friends using the excuse that he looked filthy and need to get a shower. On the days he had to stay naked for an extended time, I remember how intrigued I was with his erections. Mom told me I should feel his penis while it was hard if I wanted to know more. He’d get mad at her for telling him he had to let me touch it, but she’d make him spread his legs so I could play with it. I remember how hard and throbbing it was compared to other times I’d felt it. Actually, I’d tug on it and he’d complain, but Mom told him I was his sister and we “had no secrets in our family”. Of course, he’d argue that the girls in our family could have secrets and Dad could have secrets. Mom would just remind him his father was an adult and had different rules and girls were permitted to have secrets about their bodies, but not boys.

I remember when he started growing hair down there. I’d pinch some of it and pull it until he cried out in pain. He’d complain and Mom would say, “Well, we can shave you and then she won’t be able to do that”. Actually, I loved to tease his larger growing penis by slapping it back and forth and wondering why boys got such a great toy to play with and I didn’t. Needless to say, I really was hoping when I got married and had kids, I’d have at least one good looking little boy I could continue the tradition with.

My prayers were answered albeit a little late. I had one daughter who became a baby factory for lack of other descriptions. She never married just kept popping out kids. One day, she left them with me for “a couple of weeks” while she went west looking for a job. Well she never came back. So now I’m the custodial grandmother of a handsome twelve year old who, like my brother, also delivers newspapers around our neighborhood. I longed for the days and the courage to expose him to my little community as well. I also have four other grandkids--a ten year old boy and three girls—one thirteen, and eight year old twins. In fact, I think I’m more into the idea than my mother was. If it was up to me, I’d make the twelve year old ride his bike around the area completely nude when he delivered his papers with his ten year old brother riding naked right next to him. Shoot the more I think about it, the hotter I get. See, Jordan, that’s my twelve year old grandson, is really much more timid about his body than my brother was. I don’t know if it’s just a sign of the times, but it really annoys me. Funny though, if he wasn’t so shy about his body, I guess I wouldn’t be as hot about making him strut around nude in front of others.

Actually, times have changed in society as well. People back then felt seeing naked little boys not so much commonplace, but certainly acceptable and cute. Today people act like it’s an abomination. So really, exposing Jordan and his brother publicly will be a process rather than being an abrupt introduction.

My experience growing up in a different times combined with my horniness to do it will definitely help me at least start. And now that you have published so many similar stories I have found I’m not alone in such desires. My goal is to make Jordan peddle his papers totally nude. I even want him to make his weekly collections naked. I’m secretly hoping each of his customers will feel free to fondle him when he does. That’ll sure cause a long term boner for him and it’ll give me a warm feeling all over. Only problem I can see is the possibility of the law coming down on me.

I forbid my boys to lock the bathroom door and I also make a point of inspecting them after they shower or bathe, so I’m well informed of the stages of development of their penis and balls. I must admit both were quite surprised as I lifted their penises to inspect their ball sacks, and shoved my finger up their tight little anuses to make sure the hole was clean. Because I still do this to them, I can attest that Jordan is showing a growth spurt, but hasn’t started a bush yet. Of course, Troy, being only ten isn’t even close yet. But he’s a bit gifted in length, if you know what I mean.

I thought I’d start by exposing them to their sisters and their friends first. You know let kids be kids and explore the boys’ bodies. So, that’s what I did. I called a family meeting and explained to the boys they would have to spend a little time being naked around the house, because boys weren’t supposed to be modest and I wanted them to grow up as proper boys should.

That went over about as well as a “turd in the punch bowl”.

Jordan was first to complain. He told me he wouldn’t do it. I just got angry and demanded that he strip naked right then and there. He argued, but I think he realized it was futile and never was one to defy me too much. Long story short, he was completely naked, in front of his sisters, within the hour. So was Troy. I made them keep their hands clear of their crotches so their sister could explore their not so private parts. I made them stay naked the rest of the evening. The girls had “privileges” the entire time. From there I moved to, “when you two are in this house, you will be naked all the time. So take your clothes off at the door.”

It was after the last demand began being enforced, the thought that they would be exposed to non-family members began to sink in. Troy was the first to understand what this meant. He came home with a couple of little boys from his class. He came in followed by the other kids and asked if the boys could stay for dinner. I agreed so long as each called his parents. After they’d called their respective homes I reminded Troy to get undressed. You should have seen his friends as he tried to argue not to have to do that with the other boys present. Like with Jordan the day we changed the rules, I demanded Troy strip right in front of his friends. You should have seen him when he stood there in nothing but his briefs and I held out my hand. Both little boys were visually glued to Troy’s mid-section anticipating the sight as he slid them off. Sure enough a boner emerged. “Why don’t you boys go up to your room and play until supper? Remember Troy, no covering. And you let your little friends play with your penis if they want to.” The boys were visibly shocked at the last remark as they went off to Troy’s bedroom.

I don’t think it was fifteen minutes later, Jordan came home. He dutifully stripped at the front door placing his clothing in the bin I provided. He was unaware we had company in the house, but not for long. I took him by the arm and walked him back to bedroom he shared with his brother, opened the door and exposed him to his brother’s little friends. He blushed and attempted to cover his package. I yanked his hands away and made it known they could play with Jordan’s penis as much as they wanted as well. I told Jordan to stay with the boys and do whatever they wanted him to do, closed the door and went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.

Katelyn, the fourteen year old, came home and I sent her back to watch and encourage the visiting boys to play with her brothers’ penises, testicles, and anuses. “Don’t let them fool you into thinking they aren’t interested in feeling your brothers. Make them do it, and you watch.” I didn’t have to tell her twice. Her hormones hit an immediate high and she eagerly entered the boys’ bedroom. And then, my younger granddaughters came home from their friend’s house and I sent them to their room to play.

It was cute. I called the group to dinner. Katelyn hollered down that Billy and Jimmy have to wash their hands. She giggled, “Especially their pointer and middle fingers. You should see where they have been.” Not satisfied that I could fill in the blanks she continued, “Let’s just say Jordan and Troy’s butt holes are still wide opened.”

I was in agony having missed watching the whole thing, but I was convinced, if I was patient, the time would come. I had to watch Jordan being impaled by other kids’ fingers, actually, with anyone else’s fingers.

The twins giggled when they realized the boys had to be naked in front of Troy’s friends. “Grandma, can we bring our friends over to see Jordan and Troy too?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Grandma, please don’t let them bring their friends home.” Jordan begged.

“Why not? Don’t you think little girls are curious about boys’ bodies too?”

“Please, Grandma…” Jordan began to cry in frustration. I loved it.

“They can bring their friends home too. And, you boys,” I looked square at Troy’s friends, “can come over and play any time you want. Troy and Jordan are naked all the time. And, you can bring your other friends, if you want.”

Both tried hard not to show their excitement. They stared at their plates choking back smiles. That is until Jimmy snorted. After that Billy broke as he couldn’t keep it in any longer. Their snickers actually made me chuckle as well.

All I could do was hope to get some observation time as the boys were molested by the neighborhood kids. That moment I felt envious of my eldest granddaughter, but I was sure she’d give me a blow by blow of the play session. I could only imagine those two nine and ten year old boys shoving their fingers up my grandsons’ asses two at a time.

After dinner as the visiting boys left to walk home, I had to wonder if their stories would be shared with their parents and what the ramifications would be for me, if they were. At any rate, I didn’t hear a word from either boy’s parents. I couldn’t help but think they may have kept it a secret for fear their parents might fall in line with me. I’m sure neither boy would want that. But, it is what makes my female juices flow. I know it is something that keeps Katelyn’s flowing too. The twins? Not so much, but give them a couple of years. Though they do like playing with their brothers’ penises, they call it “stiffing” them—a term they came up with all by themselves.

Unlike the mothers who enjoyed watching their boys get their bare asses torn up by the fathers, I like whipping them myself. Though I must say, after teaching Katelyn to do it too, I do enjoy watching her put the stripes to her brothers’ bottoms. I just get hornier when I can do it myself. There are days I look for a reason to whip ‘em. There are times I will take the belt to them for just looking at me defiantly. The more folks who are present to witness them get torn up the better I like it.

I was reading some of the other accounts in stories on your site. One of the things I’d never thought about doing is piercing their penises and sacks both for control and curiosity. I kind of like the idea of putting hoops through their little dicks so I can walk them around the neighborhood. I have to think about that one a bit as I do like making them orally stimulate each other on occasion and I’m not sure such things wouldn’t get in the way. So does Katelyn. The twins are now requiring the boys to show their friends how that works. Neither boy is up to shooting a wad during orgasms, but they do have gyrations of dry orgasms during such sessions. The little girls just giggle. The bigger girls are fascinated by just humiliating them by making them do it until it happens. Frankly, I can’t wait until Jordan shoots his first wad down Troy’s throat, and I’m sure neither can some of my friends who are entertained by my naked grandsons.

The latest lady wrote about photographing her boys and offering to allow her class to do the same. I like the idea, but I’d offer to allow anyone to make them pose however for such things. My favorite part is when they take shots of them with all kinds of things protruding from their assholes. You know—carrots, Lincoln Logs, candles, etc. One guy actually made them pull their legs up from a lying position, shoved candles in their holes and lit them. Then he made them sing “This Little Light of Mine” as he took pictures from all angles. It was adorable. The boys were scared and crying and trying to carry the tune through the whole ordeal. I told him if they didn’t do well enough he could whip them with the belt and make them do it until they got it right. Unfortunately, he was satisfied with their first rendition. I was amused at the fact those candles might burn down to the point of depositing hot wax around their holes or burn down to singing their ball sacks, but that didn’t happen. Maybe I’ll have them do it later just to see what happens. It was truly a great idea.

While we’re on the subject of anal stimulation, I did read one or two stories where the boys were diddled with someone’s fingers and then he/she made them suck their fingers clean after the penetration. Katelyn and her friends generally have adopted that procedure. In fact, they often make the boys suck the fingers that have been up the other’s ass. They hate when they’re made to do that, but that’s what makes it so arousing to me, and apparently Katelyn and her friends.

I know it sounds like Katelyn enjoys antagonizing her brothers. I think she does. But, there is a loving part to her as well. More than once I’ve seen her kiss her brothers’ cute little mushrooms right on the pee slit. You should see the boys twinge when she does that. The younger girls have bitten their tips affectionately as well, but neither will do that when they have friends present. Lately, Katelyn has picked up one of my habits and she frequently gives a hard singular slap to the boys’ backsides just for general purposes. The boys now take it as an affectionate gesture. They just yell, “Quit, Katelyn, quit!”

One of the more interesting things I’ve learned during the past month is that, in my community, prepubescent kids can’t be called indecently exposed. In other words, parents who want their kids to run nude aren’t really breaking any laws until the boys or girls have gone through puberty. Who’d have “thunk” it? Green light for me! I mean nobody makes their kids expose themselves to the rest of the world any more, at least not here in New Hampshire. But, I think that’s about to change.

I mean can you believe all those mothers and grandparents of all those young boys aren’t the least bit aroused by the idea of making them run naked? Come on! On the other hand, if everyone did it, it might not be as much of a turn on, at least for me (and Katelyn).

Oh, one of the more amusing things I’ve done to the boys is making them attend their twin sisters’ birthday party. All those little girls and their mothers were very intrigued with Jordy and Troy’s nudity. Of course, Jordan got most of the attention from the mothers who brought their little girls to the party. But Troy had his fans as well. Perhaps the most memorable remark about him was, “That one’s hung like a horse.” Anyway, I let the girls coax erections. We made the boys lie on the picnic tables in the yard in what one of the earlier mothers called “the frog position”. I put one of those cake candles in each boy’s urethras and lit them as a variation of the candles in their butt holes I described earlier. Those hard-ons made for great candle holders. The girls all sang happy birthday and each of the twins blew out the candles. The adults present were really entertained by that, especially when Troy’s candle dribbled hot wax onto his glans and caused him to scream in pain. No major harm done though, at least as far as I could see during a closer examination. I let him soak it in a glass of iced tea to sooth it.

Two of the mothers present chatted with me briefly. They wanted to know the thinking about making the boys bodies available to the “public”. Hey, I admitted it. It makes my hormones spike watching them be humiliated and embarrassed. I also told them it seems to be healthier for them and commented on the many women who said their sons calmed down having their skin exposed. And, what about the absence of tan lines? It sure puts the candy in “eye candy”.

I told them, “Look at Jordan’s body. His penis, testicles and backside are as tan as his legs and back. And check out both of them, they’re sporting those cute little woodies right now. Watch the little girls. Most of them can’t pass either one without copping a feel. The boys are so humiliated especially when the girls ‘play doctor’. I mean, what’s not to like?”

One of the mothers, a lady I didn’t know, mumbled something about starting to make her boy run around nude too. I encouraged her.

“Jordan, come over here, please.” I summoned my older grandson. As he walked over to us, his erect penis swayed back and forth. He knew covering it would result in a belt whipping right there in front of everyone and he wasn’t going to let that happen. “These ladies would like to examine your boy parts. Spread your legs and put your hands on your head.”

He complied with a look of annoyance. I nodded and the woman considering it for her son reached down and cradled his ball sack. She asked him about being naked all the time.

“I don’t like it. I mean these are my private parts and everyone gets to see them and even touch them.”

I couldn’t let that stand. “Jordy, what did I tell you about ‘private’ parts?”

He choked back his pride, “Boys don’t have any.”

“Any what?”

“Private parts.”

As she pulled on his penis and squeezed his glans, Jordy gazed off into space as a way to escape the touching, but I could tell it was further arousing him. I could also tell the mother who was doing the touching was really enjoying herself as well.

Oh, the kids are coming home from school. I’m gonna have to cut this short. I’ve got to get Jordan naked and out on that bike to deliver his papers. That’s right I finally did it. I make Troy help his older brother. There was very little negative feedback from it. They were momentarily detained by a cop who didn’t know what I did. He was told there weren’t any violations as long as the boys hadn’t developed hair yet. I think most people still love seeing the boys riding around naked. They sure get a lot of attention. And, though the law does address being fondled, the boys don’t know the rules and I sure don’t intend on complaining about anyone doing it.

I know Jordan will be off the hook soon. I mean a crop of seedling hair can’t be far off. I may get back to you after he shoots a wad either down Troy’s throat or all over some overly playful little girls. One way or another it’s bound to happen soon. I can’t wait.

(The End)