Mother's Naked Boy

That story resonates with me a bit because I had some of those experiences as a boy, being talked into undressing by an adult. Weirdly, though I'm gay and have never had any sexual contact with a woman, it was my mother who got me to strip for her. It was fairly easy. I had exhibitionist tendencies since I was a young boy, although things never progressed even half as far as they did in Jeremy's case (as described here). Mostly it just meant that I'd be naked when we knew that my dad and older sister were both going to be out for the night.

Basically I was a bit of a nudist as a kid (as many are) and I had a habit of staying naked after swimming or after I'd had a bath, often cuddling up with my mom while she read me a story or we watched tv or something.

I don't know when exactly, but sometime before age 7 my dad and sister started saying that it was a bit weird to have me just hanging out naked with the rest of the family and they insisted I start putting clothes on. That's more or less how things stayed for several years. I'd still strip down once in a while in my room and had a habit, whenever I woke up in the middle of the night, of sneaking out into the back garden and running around naked in the moonlight for as long as I dared, but only in secret. That all changed when I was 11.

My father was taking my sister camping. He liked to camp out and my mother didn't so he'd take my sister and I, but many times he'd just take me. He was going to take my sister for a whole weekend by herself to make up for that.

They left early in the morning to beat traffic. I got ready for school and was eating breakfast when mom sat down at the table. I'm just going to go ahead and write dialogue for all this. I'm sure it's not the exact words but it's essentially what was said.

"It's been a while since it was just the two of us."
"Yeah."
"It reminds me of when you used to run around the house naked whenever you had the chance. Remember?"
"Mom!"
"What? It was really sweet! We used to curl up on the couch together."
"Yeah, I know."
"We haven't done than in a few years. Why is that?"
"I dunno. Dad and Alexis are always around."
"Oh? I thought it was maybe because you got shy. You know. You know, the way boys do when their bodies start changing."
"Mom!"
"You never used to be shy."
"Well, I'm shy now."
"It's just... it was really sweet getting to spend time with you like that."
"So... what? You want me to...?"
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I just miss it is all."

After that I went to school. I remember sitting in class listening to the teacher talk and thinking "I have no idea what's going on." Pretty much all I could think about was that my mom wanted to see me naked and that even though it was completely up to me, somehow I knew she'd be disappointed if I didn't and I was the sort of son who hated being a disappointment.

I got home from school and finished my homework and she made us dinner, all without saying anything about it, not even a hint. Still, I could feel it hanging over me. After dinner she settled in on the couch and turned on the TV and I knew it was an open invitation. I went to my room and take a shower. My heart was pounding. I realized that some part of me at least really wanted to show her my body. I wasn't thinking about sex but my whole body was buzzing with a weird sort of electricity and I was worried I might get hard and make things weird. I dried myself off and walked into the living room.

"What are you watching?"
"Nothing much. Want to join me?"

I lay down with my head in her lap facing the tv. I had to bend my knees to fit on the couch.

"You used to be smaller."
"Yeah."
"Do you want to watch a movie?"

We picked a film and started watching. She stroked my hair and my arm and my chest. She was right, it really did feel sweet and I was glad I went through with it. And that's the first time my mom talked me into getting naked for her.

Dad and sis were gone for the weekend, so there were two more days that first time. The second day was Saturday. I remember lying in bed long after I was awake. I was still naked as I'd decided to try sleeping naked (on my own, not by her suggestion). I was wondering if I should get dressed or not and what I'd say about it either way. I opted to put clothes on. When I saw her in the kitchen, she was smiling but made no mention of my being dressed. I made myself breakfast.

"So, about last night..." she said.
"Yeah."
"I hope it didn't bother you."
"No, it's fine. It was nice."
"Good. Because, you know, most boys..."
"Wouldn't let their moms see them naked?"
"Right. But I'm glad you felt you could, you know, share that with me."

I spent most of the day at a friend's house because I did feel weird about it and didn't want to be in the same space with her, constantly wondering if I should be taking my clothes off. I liked what happened, but also was a little worried that it was wrong to have liked it. I got home in time for dinner. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I didn't want to assume but I didn't want to disappoint her either and also part of me really enjoyed it and want to do it again. I took a risk and asked her.

"Um, should we watch a movie? Like yesterday?"
"Well, we could, but if you want, maybe I could give you a bath."

I wasn't expecting that. The only bathtub was in my parents bathroom, the one I shared with my sister only had a shower. In any case, I agreed to it. It had been at least five years since my mom had bathed me and it felt childish, but I was also just happy she had taken control of the situation and was telling me what to do.

She drew the bath. I wondered if she was going to put bubbles in it or anything but no, just completely clear water. She watched as I stood next to the tub and pulled my clothes off and climbed in. She had a bar of soap and washed me, starting with my back, spreading the soap over my skin with her bare hands. Honestly it felt fantastic. Having someone slowly, gently wash you in a nice warm bath is kinda amazing. She was slow and thorough, doing my chest, arms and hands. We just talked about all sorts of random stuff I don't remember exactly like school and friends. She had me lie back and put my leg on the rim of the tub so she could wash it. I did and though she never touched my crotch she went pretty far up my leg. The feeling of her hand moving up my thigh got me hard. I tried to subtly cover it with my hands and pushed it down between my legs.

"You don't have to hide it you know. It's ok."
"Really?"
"Of course. It's normal. And it's a part of you. Come on, you can't be comfortable like that."

I realized she wasn't going to call me a pervert or anything and part of me really did want to show her after all so I moved my hands and let it spring up. When she was finished with my legs, she handed me the soap and said, "I'll let you do the rest," and sat down on the toilet, still watching me. I took the soap and lathered up my hands and used the suds to wash my penis, pulling back the foreskin and everything the way I'd do it if I was in the shower alone.

"You're so beautiful, you know that? You're my beautiful boy."

Then she kissed me on the forehead. Then I climbed out of the bath. She toweled me down. I'm pretty sure I was still erect at this point. We went to the couch and watched TV. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up there the next morning, still naked but with a pillow and covered in a blanket.

Right. So, the third night. It was the last before my father and sister came home. I woke up on the couch, naked but mom had put a pillow under my head and covered me with a blanket. Instead of getting dressed I turned on the TV and was still sitting there when my mother came out. She kissed me on the head and asked how I slept.

"Fine."
"You looked so peaceful I didn't want to move you."
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Should I get dressed?"

She smiled at me. "I think you can decide that for yourself."

I spent the whole day naked. For me it was almost like a challenge, not from her but from myself, to see whether I'd chicken out or not. I didn't go outside at all, but I had homework to do and books to read and videogames to play. My mom went about her day. She didn't hover over me or anything, but when we were in the same room and we caught each other's eye, we'd smile. She went out and ran some errands and later we ate dinner together. We watched a movie and cuddled on the couch knowing it would be a while before we could do it again, if ever.

Something in the film gave me an erection (I think it was Room With a View but it could have been any period film really. In any case there was some amount of tasteful nudity.) I had been lying flat but I brought my knees up towards my chest.

"Did you like that?" she asked.
I shrugged.
"How long has this been happening?"
"How long has what been happening?"

"This." She pushed on my knees trying to get me to straighten my legs. I started laughing and fought back, curling up tighter. She began tickling me. I laughed and cried "Stop! Stop!" She relented.

"You really don't need to hide it, you know. It's a bit late for that anyway, don't you think?"

I was still feeling self conscious about getting boners, but I straightened my legs anyway. I was still erect. She ran her hand up and down my front. She put her hand on my penis, not gripping it but petting it like a small animal, just for a moment before she moved on.

"You know what masturbation is, right?"
"Um, yeah."
"Have you started masturbating?"

I shrugged again. I played with myself from time to time but I also knew you were supposed to have an orgasm and I was pretty sure I hadn't. In any case my face was beginning to feel very hot. I assume I was bright red.

"Is that a yes?"
"Maybe."
"It's ok if you do, you know. There's nothing wrong with making yourself feel good."
"Ok."
"Have you ever masturbated.... with someone else? A girl maybe?"
"No."
"How about a boy then?"

I covered my face with a throw pillow.
"Oh. I see. Well... was it fun?"
I mumbled into the pillow.
"I can't hear you. What did you say?"
I put the pillow aside. "Yes."
"Well that's all that matters. You don't have to feel bad about having fun with your friends. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Was it your idea?"
"It was his."
"Who?"

I debated whether to confess any more but naked and still erect I didn't have much left to hide.

"Mike."
"Your cousin?"
"Yeah."
"What did he ask you to do?
"He made me watch him pee on a tree. And then he made me do it too."
"Is that all?"
"Then he made us rub our wieners together and then he made his sperm come out."
"Did you make sperm come out?"

I shook my head.

"Never?"
"Never."
"Well, don't worry. I'm sure that will come soon enough."

We went back to the movie. It was very late when she tucked me into bed. I climbed into bed naked and she asked if I was giving up pajamas.

"Is that ok?"
"Yes, I think that's alright. As long as you're in your room."
"When dad gets back tomorrow..."
"This is just when you and I are alone together. Otherwise you keep your pants on, ok?"
"Ok." I think she could sense my disappointment.

"But no matter what you're wearing, you're still my special naked boy. "

She kissed me good night.

I haven't shared it with many people mostly because I'm worried it'll get taken the wrong way.

Well, exactly. I mean, I don't think every kid should be raised this way, but obviously my mom and I worked out something that was comfortable for us so even though I get where other people are coming from it bugs me that it would be labeled abuse.

Yeah. I think she recognized that I had certain nudist and even exhibitionist tendencies, and on her side I think it was a recognition that I was growing up and wanting to make sure we stayed closely bonded. I think she knew she didn't need to tell me to take off my clothes, that my wanting to show off a bit and always wanting to please her would be enough to make up my mind.

Not really at all. Somehow that didn't enter into it. There were times she'd wear just an undershirt. I think on women they're a camisole? Anyway, she'd wear one of those without a bra, and some shorts, but I think that had more to do with hot weather than anything else. Not that I never saw her topless around the house, but I don't recall it ever being part of our time together.

Pretty much. Although routine makes it sound more regular than it was. At least at first it wasn't all that often my sister and father were both out of the house (and my mom and I both home) for long enough to make it worthwhile. As my sister and I got older, my sister would go out at night more frequently and then mom and I had a bit more alone time but still we're not talking more than a couple times a month.

If I knew for sure we were going to be alone I'd take my clothes off without being prompted. Not the first few times. Maybe not even the first year, but eventually it started to feel normal. Even then a lot of the time, at least 50%, she'd instigate it.

Actually, there was at least once I remember my father was going to be out of town overnight and my mom asked my sister if she wanted to ask a friend about sleeping over at her house. This must have been a couple years after we started, maybe when I was 13 or 14. In any case, I overheard her say that and I just assumed it was in order to give us time alone. I never questioned her about it though.

I want to say yes and no. After that third night that my Dad was away - when we talked a bit about sex, and I became erect and she ended up touching it - after that weekend it was clear to me that while our relationship wasn't an overtly sexual one, she understood that boys get boners and that it was something to be appreciated, not upset about. It would happen when she touched me a certain way or we talked about something arousing or just because I was a boy going through puberty. Mostly when it happened we didn't remark on it.

Well, not really. She frequently cuddled me and this occasionally involved touching my penis or my butt but only in a caressing, loving way. She never did it to arouse me. We'd hug and kiss but in the same way she'd hug and kiss my sister. She did once watch me masturbate to climax. And before that she apparently watched me have a wet dream and woke me up after it happened. Throughout my adolescence she bought me lube and even the occasional sex toy and when we were alone she would get me to reveal pretty much every sexual experience I had over the years, almost like a confessional except that she was very positive about it. But beyond that we never did anything physical.

Yeah, that topic definitely came up and I know at least once I showed her, just for a bit, how I stroked myself. This isn't the time she watched me climax. That was actually a total accident she walked in on. The first time was just us talking on the couch and who knows exactly how it came up but she asked how I did it and I showed her for maybe 20 seconds. Actually that might have been what lead her to buying me lube. Or maybe not. It's hard to keep track but I remember she worried that my jerking off was rough on my foreskin. She even bought me these like rubbery egg things you can jerk off with, but I pretty quickly burst through both of them. They're only good for about five times or so.

I was 13. It was a couple years after we first started our routine of my being naked when we were alone. I got home, found the place empty as it usually was, and decided to jerk off. Just the usual way, since I'd broken both the eggs by that time and I was back to using my hand. I often sat at my desk and watched porn but I must have been pretty worked up already because I just lay on my bed and went at it, not even getting my pants way off. I was only a couple minutes into it when I hear a quick knock on my door and then it open without me answering and there's mom. I had tried to cover up thinking it was my sister.

"Oh, oh gosh, Andrew."
"Sorry. Sorry. I thought you weren't home." I'm still trying to cover myself with the bed sheets
"No no. It's my fault. You shouldn't be sorry."
"Ok."

So then there was a sort of pause and she didn't leave and almost seemed to be smiling and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do but I felt stupid sort of hunched over covering my dick which she'd already seen several times before. I just lay back down and pushed the sheets to the side and my hard dick flopped back against my pelvis. I kept my eyes on my cock. It was a lot easier than looking up at her.

"You don't look very comfortable" she said.
"I'm totally comfortable. You've seen me with a boner before."
"No I mean… you haven't even taken your jeans all the way off. Are you usually in such a rush?"
"I dunno. I was really horny. I just wanted to, you know, do it."
"Were you close?"
"I guess. Maybe." I squeezed my cock as if to gauge how close it was.
"Well, I'm sorry I interrupted."

By 13 I definitely had pubic hair and could shoot cum. I measured my dick pretty regularly around that age and my recollection was five inches give or take half an inch. I've always been a bit on the large side. My dad has a really big one so presumably it came from him.

So I replied "It's ok. I can finish anytime."
"You're that fast, huh?"
"I can make it take a long time if I want. Sometimes I just want to cum, that's all."
"Like now?"

Yeah. By that point I had lost a lot of my embarrassment about sex. I mean, I was still pretty red in the face having been caught in the act, but by that point we'd already discussed masturbation and she'd even bought me those eggs.

So she had just asked if I really wanted to cum 'Right now.' I don't know if that was supposed to be an invitation, but when I looked at her she just smiled. I started stroking my cock, not fast like before but slowly, trying to judge if this was ok. She sat down on my desk chair. I figured I was in the clear so I started to speed up, and with my other hand I played with my balls like I'd usually do when I was alone. I didn't look up at her but I could feel her eyes on me. It took maybe three minutes. When I came I intentionally tried not to moan or seem too out of control but I wasn't entirely successful. My cum shot onto my belly and up onto my shirt which I had pulled up to my chest. I milked the rest out of my cock and just lay there, covered in my own jizz breathing heavily for a minute.

"I guess that's going to have to go in the laundry." she said, laughing but not in a mean way.

I laughed and I pulled my shirt off and used it to mop up my cum and tossed it into my closet where my dirty clothes were. My mom went to the closet, picked up any dirty clothes laying about including my soiled t-shirt and put them in the laundry basket.

Yeah. I really don't know. I mean, I'm sure she enjoyed it. She seemed happy.

I definitely enjoyed being watched, but I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak going all the way back to the beginning. We never did it again. We're pretty close to the point where I gave an older boy a bunch of blow jobs. I found a new outlet for my sexuality.

She also too my shoes off, then my socks, then pulled my jeans off and I got my boxer briefs off. She added the clothes to the basket and took it to the washing machine. As she left the room she said, "You just rest." When she came back she asked about the eggs. I told her I'd broken them and she said she'd get more. I think she chastised me a bit for not being more gentle with them, but they were like semi disposable in any case.

I think I wondered about it, but she never pushed me so I wasn't sure and I didn't want to turn into a complete perv, pushing myself on my mom.

Yeah, not really. I was intensely attached to her emotionally, but that's the closest my mom and I ever got to anything physical, her watching me cum. Never did that with my dad but we did see each other hard at one point.

Well kinda, but not really. I mean, I remember it feeling like a kinda sweet bonding moment after the initial embarrassment faded. It was because I thought I'd hurt my dick. It was when I was around 12, my dick was growing pretty fast and the thin bit of skin that sort of holds the head to the shaft started to tear.

Maybe? I mean, I guess it happens to all boys but when you're uncut sometimes it happens really late because it's been protected all your life. It stung like hell and I was freaked and I could have gone to mom because she'd always been seeing me naked, but I went to dad because he was the only other one in the house who had a dick himself. I guess that skin isn't supposed to last that long. You never see adult guys with that skin intact, less they got a botched circumcision and it scarred over. I don’t even know what that bit is called, but it's between the shaft and the ridge of the head.

So anyway, I'm trying to explain what's going on and I'm almost in tears. He can't understand what I'm trying to tell him (he's cut) so I ended up having to pull down my pants and underwear, pull back the skin on my cock and show him. He knelt down and examined me closely and that's when I got hard.

He promised me everything was fine and once the skin finished separating my dick would heal and be normal, and to prove it he got his cock out too. He gave me a chance to look it over up close, especially the head where mine was injured. He got hard too. It was really intimidating. It was a little confusing too, because at that point I was already interested in other boys and their cocks, so I was really enjoying getting to see his, but also, I mean, it was my dad and that was weird.

Dunno. When I told him I was gay (or rather when I told him I was dating a boy) he didn't seem at all surprised. I don't know if he knew I was gay at 12 but he probably had a suspicion.

No. Aside from showers and similar stuff I didn't see him naked, and once in a while I might see him with a hard on, like waking up while sharing a tent on a camping trip, but that's the only time I saw his naked cock hard. It made me hope I'd grow as big as him. I think he still has me beat by a little.

Well, maybe. I wonder about it because she has always wanted me to go into detail, and as you can probably tell from this chat I'm pretty willing to do so. I mean, I assume she gets some kind of pleasure from it or she wouldn't have had me tell her all my stories. She was predictably very sweet about it and encouraging saying it was all perfectly fine as long as I felt good about it.

He was a year older and it was at his house over Christmas, he lives in a different state and their house backed up against a sort of wild forested area. We were playing fairly normally when he asked if I wanted to see his fort. He had a little shack made of plywood and bramble that was barely nailed together but he thought it was impressive. He said in order to be allowed inside I had to pass the test and it involved pissing against a tree. I was maybe a little surprised but he offered to go first to I watched him piss on a tree. Then I had to pull my wiener out and do the same while he watched me, his still hanging out. When I completed the task he stopped me from putting mine away. He inspected it very closely. He was cut and I'm not so I think that interested him and he moved the skin back and forth which got me hard. By that point his was too. We rubbed them against each other, eventually hugging each other with our cocks rubbing back and forth over and over. Then he stepped back and quickly jerked his cock until he sprayed a little bit of clear cum on the ground. We got on our hand and knees to look at it close up. Then we tidied up and went back to the house. We never went into the fort.

With that cousin, no. He's super straight now. He doesn't have any problem with gay people, but he never showed any interest after.

I don't think I ever had a dry cum. The first time I was aware that I had an orgasm was when mom woke me up after I'd fallen asleep on the couch with her and she told me I'd had a wet dream. I jerked off the next day to see if I could do it while awake and stuff came out. Not that I never played with my boner before then, but not to completion.

Yeah, I know what you mean. Did I have any help with that "wet dream"? Don't know, and I didn't question it until I was much much older and it seemed pointless to ask.

Honestly I can't remember. I remember it mostly because we talked about it the next day. At the time it happened I was half awake. She cleaned me up and I went to bed.

Lol... not at all. I'm not sure I remembered the dream even the next day. I had another wet dream that I remember involved boys from school in the library taking off their pants and underwear in order to be examined for some reason. But that was some time later and that's as much as I remember.

Well, like I said, it's entirely possible I had some help! She never touched me like that when I was awake but I can't say it's impossible.

Both, to be honest. It's very comforting thinking about my mom's affection and care, but it also played a big part of my sexual awakening, so I definitely get aroused from these memories.

Not that early. When I was 13 I gave my first blowjob to a boy who was 16. It was at summer camp and it happened 3 times before the end of camp. The when I was 14 I basically got molested by an adult on a train. He got his hand in my pants while I was sleeping and I woke up but pretended to continue sleeping. I'm pretty sure he never figured out that I woke up. Later that year I got into a "relationship" with an older boy at school. Then when I was 16 after that boy graduated I got into a relationship with a younger boy at the same school. Around that time I also sucked off a couple of adult guys, complete strangers. Those are the main ones. There's a few times I messed around with other boys my age scattered through those years.

The only one I never told my mom about was the man on the train. I didn't want to freak her out.

Well I remember being 13 and being clear that other boys were talking about girls sexually and I was only thinking about what their cocks looked like. That was the summer the older boy got me to suck him off. I think he knew I was watching him with that sort of hungry look. After I'd sucked him off... I knew that was the sort of thing gay guys did and I basically accepted that's what I was. I don't think I ever said "Mom, I'm gay," but I only ever did stuff with boys and at some point we just stayed using the word, when we needed to. Mostly we didn't even talk about it in those terms. Just what had I done and who with, who was I attracted to, etc.

We were talking after dinner. I had a bit of a crush on him so I didn't question at all the fact he was giving me any attention even though he was older and from a different cabin. We walked in the general direction of our cabins but then kept going. At some point he suggested we head off the trail into the woods. I followed. He told me I was a really cute guy and that I seemed a lot older than the other boys in my cabin. He asked if I knew about sex and I said I did. He asked if I'd ever sucked a guy's dick and I sort of figured where this was going but wanting to seem cool and mature I said yes. He said he was really horny and needed a mouth. "You'll do it, right?" I said yes and he put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me onto my knees. He unzipped and got his cock out. He was completely hard already. I just looked at it for a moment. It was cut and dripping precum and actually wasn't much bigger than mine, but at the time I didn't know I was on the large side. I think he knew I was lying about having sucked before. He didn't force me but he pushed it against my lips a bit. I opened up and sucked him in. I went slowly up and down his cock. Then he held my head and moved himself back and forth a bit faster and then faster. Then he held me perfectly still and shot in my mouth. I swallowed more or less instinctively. He didn't move for a long time and then pulled out. He asked if I needed to jerk off and so I did, right there, still kneeling. It didn't take me long. Then we went back said goodbye and went to our respective cabins.

Well, yes and no. I mean, to this day I'll walk around naked in front of my mom when we happen to be together but it's usually more casual, like I'm changing clothes or taking a shower, though she will still pull me in for a hug or a little cuddle up on the couch with her, though I have to curl up a lot more than I used to. And we still talk openly about my sex life. I think she started to feel more comfortable that I wasn't going to grow into the sort of kid who wants nothing to do with his parents. But of course once I left for college It would only happen a few times a year and since I don't live in the same city as she does, that's the way it's stayed. It still feels like we share a close bond.

Well, don't know I mean my father definitely understood that mom and I had a connection different than many moms and sons, but I don't know if he has a clue the exact nature of things. Though I don't want to give the impression he was a total prude or anything, and some amount of casual nudity, like after a shower wasn't unheard of. I remember him walking into my room while I was toweling off after I'd had a shower and my mom was sitting on my bed talking about something and he didn't even mention it. He and I occasionally shared showers on camping trips.

My sister, I'm pretty sure she doesn't know.

I don't know. I mean I assume my being gay started long before I was 11. No idea when exactly she figured it out, but she certainly wasn't surprised when I told her. I do think she encouraged me to explore my sexuality. I probably did more at a younger age than I would have otherwise because of that. My father was a normal, loving, approachable dad who I could also talk about sex with, but it was on much more of a practical level than the long probing conversations I had with mom about boys I liked and things that happened.

Yeah, I've got a pretty good life. I'm not in a relationship now, but I've had great ones and when I'm single I meet all sorts of fun guys from a wide age range and get to explore different part of my sexuality. She made me really comfortable with all that. I can't complain.