Stripping Tim

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Stripping Tim

by Willie B Florida
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"Mom, please, no! Don't do it."

"It's completely normal, Tim. You'll get used to it in no time. What about your friend Mark? His mom stripped him last year and I don't hear him complaining."

"That's different. Mark doesn't like to upset his mom."

"And you do?"

"No! But, Mark's an only child--and she's a single mom. It's different."

"Mark is a very nice boy, I agree. But I still don't think he minds a bit about being stripped."

"Well, I do mind. Look, I'll do whatever you want. I'll wear those shorts you bought me--the really short ones. I will, I promise, I will. They even let you wear them to school now."

"They are very cute shorts, I'll admit."

"And you can make me wear that skimpy bathing suit when we go swimming--the one that's like a girl's bikini. I'll even go without a shirt at home. You'd like that, right?"

"I would like that."

"I'll sleep naked. Like when I was a little kid. You're always going on about that."

"I don't know how you can stand wearing anything to bed. Besides, it is so much healthier to sleep naked--that's a medical fact. But I want you naked all the time, not just when you're asleep."

"But, why?"

"Being stripped is a completely normal thing. You're being ridiculous. Besides, it's important for your sexual development."

"Mom! That's private. What do you have to do with my sexual development?"

"I'm your mother. I have something to do with every part of your development."

"Look, you don't need to worry. I already do it, I mean, not it it . . . geez this is so embarrassing."

"You'd be a very unusual boy if you weren't masturbating."

"Mom!"

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. You need to be comfortable in your own skin."

"I am comfortable in my own skin . . . I just don't want to parade it in front of the whole world."

"Exactly! You're way too self-conscious. Being stripped is a good step in the right direction--get used to your body, other people's bodies . . ."

"Okay, fine! You want me to have a girlfriend, is that it? I can find a girlfriend."

"I'm sure there are many girls--boys, too, for that matter . . ."

"Mom!"

"Just saying, you're a very charming and good-looking boy!"

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"He's a cutie," offered the clerk behind the Publix customer service counter.

I looked over at my son. I had to agree. The turquoise colored shorts had only a one and a half inch inseam. Just enough to keep his but cheeks covered in fabric. I hadn't allowed him to put on underwear, so his no longer so tiny "equipment" was tucked into those tiny shorts, too. His salmon pink crop top left six inches of well-toned abs and belly button exposed. Blond hair, slightly tanned. Long white socks might have made him just a tad bit sexier. On the other hand, bare feet in flip flops left his long legs exposed all the way up to those crotch hugging shorts. He looked fantastic. Almost adorable enough, but not quite.

"I'll take one strip chip, please," I told the clerk. "Yeah, its for him," I answered her unspoken question. "Here's my driver's license and his ID."

She slid the IDs through the machine and took my proffered debit card while my son zoned out in that oblivious state that teens so often inhabit.

"Okay, honey," I tapped Tim on the shoulder. "Time to strip off."

"Huh? What?"

"You'll need to put your clothes in this box," the clerk informed him, "Unless you want to keep them?" she asked me.

"Oh, no. He won't be needing them anymore and he's my only kid. Let someone else look good for awhile!"

"What, mom?"

"You're stripped, honey. You need to get undressed. Hurry up, I've got shopping to do."

"You can't strip me, mom! I did everything you wanted. I wore the shorts, slept naked; I even wore this half t-shirt to the store!"

"I know, it really is cute on you. Come on, strip off. The chip's already behind your ear. They won't even let us out of the store if you're wearing clothes."

"You want his flip flops, too?" I asked the clerk.

"He can wear them or not--it's up to you," she answered. "SFF doesn't care."

"Okay, hand me the flip flops, Tim. You can go barefoot in the store. Want me to help you with that crop top?"

"Geez, mom. I know how to undress myself."

"Well, lets get a move on."

He pulled one arm and then the other out of the short sleeves and pulled the top over his head.

"Want me to do the zipper," I teased.

"Mom . . . " Tim pulled the zipper down over his penis with exaggerated care and with only a slight moment of hesitation let them drop. He lifted his feet one after the other and pushed the bit of fabric aside.

I picked up the shirt and shorts, dropped them into the clothing receptacle and thanked the clerk.

With one freshly stripped teen in tow I set out to get the last few items on my list. The shorts had been cute, but that shapely little nude butt? No comparison. For the moment it shown like spotlight.

"We're going to have make sure you get some sun, boy," I teased him. "That behind is so white it's blinding."

"Mom."

No sooner did we head down the first aisle than who should we see but Tim's classmate Tammie.

"Tim! You got stripped. This is so cool. We'll be able to do some fun stuff together now."

"It wasn't my idea," he growled.

"Tim!" I chastised him, "be nice."

He cast me a quick sideways glance but said nothing more.

"You've been stripped for awhile," I addressed Tammie. "You don't mind it, do you?"

"It took a little getting used to," she admitted, "but now I love it."

"See, Tim, she loves it."

He nodded, still silent, but I noticed there was a little chemistry between these two. Tim's penis was hardening up a bit in spite of the overly air-conditioned interior of Publix.

"Would you like to come over for supper," I asked Tammie. "We eat at 7:30."

"I'd love to Mrs. P. Thank you. Actually, I have to ask my mom first."

"Of course. Just come by at 7 o'clock if she says its okay."

"Thank you. Bye Tim!" That was a flirtatious good-bye if I ever saw one. Cute girl. A little smaller than my son, but in good shape. Muscular, tanned up like all stripped Florida kids. Barefoot. No jewelry that I could see.

"She seems like a very nice girl." I remarked.

"That was super embarrassing," my son complained.

"Oh! I have a feeling you like her."

"Hmph," he grunted.

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I'd briefly considered putting Tim on the starter pills, but I needn't have worried. As soon as Tammie walked in the door he was hard as a rock. On the way home from the store I'd managed to eke out of him that he and Tammie were "sort of" going out.

"I didn't think that look she gave you was the first time you'd flirted," I opined.

"Just don't go thinking that stripping me is going to change anything about my . . . um . . . you know, development."

I nodded as sagely as I could, but then broke into a grin. I couldn't help myself.

Tim has grown so fast in the last six months. I thought everything was going into height, making him tall and skinny. Seeing him naked I've revised that assessment: height and dick. He's long, especially now that he's immobilized in the middle of the kitchen with his hard on sticking straight out in front of him and his feet seemingly glued to the floor. On his lanky body his erection looks even bigger.

"I'm so glad you stripped him," Tammie said. Her eyes feasted on my son's hard on. Her tongue ran over her lips. "It means we're allowed to do almost anything, right?"

"That's what I understand," I agreed.

"Do you think I could suck him off?" the girl asked eagerly.

"Absolutely. You can do it right here."

"Sure!" This girl was not shy.

She strode across to my still paralyzed son, knelt down and sucked his stiff member right into her mouth. She warmed up for a few moments and then went at it. Tim gasped and his eyes rolled back into his head. Tammie was no novice. She was obviously keenly aware of exactly what each ministration of her tongue and throat were doing to her sweetie. Just when I thought Tim was going to collapse to the floor he sprang forward, his penis clearly shooting straight down Tammie's gullet. I could see her throat expand to swallow each jet as my son bravely road out his orgasm. She pulled off with a loud smack and let Tim's reddened penis loose from her mouth.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I teased my son.

Gasping, his heart visibly beating in his chest, his eyes dazed and a lopsided grin on his face he shook his head.

"You're no slouch in the blow job department, Tammie."

The girl licked her lips clean and swallowed one more time before answering. "I actually haven't done that many different boys, Mrs. P. My mom probably spent way too much on sexualizing me. It was the summer before sixth grade and she hired this guy. Really good teacher!" She exclaimed. "And, I did have a boyfriend last year. Got some practice. Anyway," she changed to a more upbeat tone, "I'm really going to enjoy catching Tim up on his sexual development."

Tim looked at me suspiciously.

"I didn't say a thing," I crossed my heart. "I didn't even know you had a girlfriend."

"What?" Tammie asked, looking back and forth between us.

"Tim was just a little concerned that getting stripped was going to be no big deal."

"Mom . . . please."

"I mean, I should have known when he offered to 'find' a girlfriend so easily that he was already involved with someone."

Tammie laughed. "You want involved, Tim? I'm going to teach you cunnilingus right after supper."

"Kunna--what?" Tim gaped.

"You're going to love it," Tammie exclaimed, "trust me."

Yes, I like this girl. She's definitely going to be a good influence on my son. "You go girl!" I enthused.

"Oh, yeah," she concurred.

"You know, Tim, as an aside . . . " I set soup, salad and melted cheese sandwiches on the table and gestured to the two teens to sit down, " . . . I really don't think you need to be on the pills, at least for now. You're already hard again!"

"Okay, Mom, I get it. You don't need to rub it in."

"What?" I asked innocently.

"I'm stripped. I'm hard. It looks like I'm going to be having a lot of sex. So, you were right."

How smug can a mother get?

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