Strings and Sacks, Inc. Chapter 1
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2006 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved 

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Chapter 1

It was mid July and Sharon was visiting her closest friend
Andrea.  As they lay sunning themselves at the backyard
pool, Andrea's girls Karen and Jamie dove in and after
pulling themselves out would noisily run back to the diving
board sprinkling water on the two women and Steven, Sharon's
eleven year old son.

"They're really cute kids, Andrea, and really active.  Their
suits are really colorful, where'd you get them?"

"What do you care?  They won't fit you and I'm sure that
good lookin' hunk Steven over there won't wear them." Then
reaching over to the boy she playfully slapped his Speedo
covered bottom and continued, "Will you Steven?"

"No, Aunt Andrea, no, I wouldn't wear those."  The boy
replied without even lifting his head from the rolled up
towel supporting it.  The sun was warm and he was enjoying
the moment.

"You know Sharon, he's getting really brown.  Look at those
muscular little legs.  And his six pack abs are just as cute
as can be.  How can a little boy be so trim and in-shape?  I
wish I could get the weight off Jamie.  She's pudging up,
and for a seven year old that isn't a good thing."

"Yeah, well it's not a good thing for thirty year olds
either," Sharon replied.

Again, Andrea patted her best friend's son on the bottom,
"Hey, Slick, why don't you slip out of the suit so you don't
have tan lines?"  Half kidding and half hoping he would
comply she continued.  "The girls and I won't care. 
Besides, I've seen your little thing before when I used to
bathe you.  So did Karen. She used to be in the tub right
next to you.  Come to think of it, that wasn't so long ago,
was it Sharon?"

"I think the last time that happened was when he was five or
six." Sharon noted.

Looking pensive Andrea reminisced, "Seems like only
yesterday."  Then slapping the boy's bottom again continued,
"So how about it, Stevie, get the suit off so those cute
little buns get brown too.  Your boy parts will tan up too. 
How cute could that be?"

"No, Aunt Sharon, I think I'll pass on that.  I'm not
getting naked it would be embarrassing."

"Sharon, have you seen him naked lately?"

"Andrea?" The boy's mother lifted her brow to signal that
was a borderline comment.

"Well, have you?"

"I'm his mother.  Of course, I've seen his private parts."

"Lately?"

"Hey, I'm right here.  Mom you don't need to talk about this
kind of thing do you?"

"It's okay Steven, Aunt Andrea is just playing."  Then
turning toward her friend she said emphatically, "I was with
him last week during his physical.  Dr. Stevens made his
strip naked for the whole darn thing.  So, to answer your
question, yes, I have seen his penis and his testicles and
his bottom lately.  Okay, now, can we change the subject?"

Andrea smiled and continued, "What? Does this kind of thing
embarrass you?"

"No, but I'm sure it's embarrassing Steven."

"Yeah, it's embarrassing me!" Steven interjected. "Mom you
didn't have to tell her about the doctors."

"Well, Honey, I thought that would shut her up."

Everyone chuckled and Andrea briefly stared off at her
girls.  "So, tell me, Sharon has his little thing kept up
with his growth?  As I remember it, it was quite long for a
little boy.  And that cute little helmet sitting on top. 
Remember when he'd get those little woodies while he ran
around nude at the beach or in the yard?  We used to say,
'Someday, some girl is going to be really lucky.'"

"Andrea, that's enough."  With a half smile and a forced
look of disgust, Sharon patted her son's thigh to reassure
him.

"Come on Aunt Andrea, let's just change the subject." The
boy begged without lifting his head.  He was used to
Andrea's chiding, but wished she'd get off the subject of
his boy parts and nudity.

Steven rolled over and put on his sunglasses as he began to
"roast" the front of his body.  Andrea couldn't resist
another assault.

"Would you look at that bulge?  He has kept up hasn't he? 
It's really packed in there, Little Buddy. Bet we'd like to
see that."

"Andrea, that's enough.  Leave him alone. Just ignore her,
Steven!" Then Sharon threw a towel over his genital area to
provide extra coverage from probing eyes.

"Mom, when's lunch?" Jamie asked as she dripped from her
recent dive.

"Honey, I'll fix it in a few minutes," then she turned to
her guests, "Sharon, you hungry?  Steven?"  Steven was quick
to indicate his need to eat something.

"Yeah, and a Coke would be nice."

"Sharon, why don't we go in and get something ready for the
kids?"  With that the two women wandered into the kitchen.

"You know, I wish I'd had a little boy.  Not that the little
girls aren't great and I love them dearly, but I'd love to
have a little boy swimming naked out in the pool.  I'd love
watching his little wanker moving to and fro as he walked or
ran.  I really would."

"They have a name for people like you, Andrea, pedophile."

"No, I don't want to have sex with a kid.  I just want to
watch them in all their glory.  Yeah, rubbing his little
penis would be kind of relaxing, and, yes, probably
arousing, but that's all.  I just would love to rub a little
boy's penis and testicles and play with his little hard-on. 
I bet the girls would too.  Maybe, it's the whole divorce
thing.  I can't get a man, so I'll settle for a boy?"

"First of all, what you described is pedophilia.  You say no
sex, then you want a prepubescent replacement for Rob.  I'd
say that qualifies."

Andrea responded sarcastically to her friend's diagnosis,
"Well, Doctor, like I said I don't want it for sex.  I just
want to play with it for awhile.  Steven might love his Aunt
Andrea fondling his little package.  Admit it, he'd soon
love it."

"We'll never know."

"Oh, come on Sharon, a little rubbing, maybe some pictures,
and maybe some disciplining if he needs it.  Tell me, do you
make him pull his pants down when you spank him?"

"I haven't spanked him in a year I'd bet.  But to answer
your question, yes, I used to make him strip naked for a
spanking.  Then, I'd make him spend a couple of hours nude
while his butt cooled down.  Why?"

"Oh man.  That must have been great."

"No, spanking isn't a fun thing to do."

"Tell the truth.  You mean you didn't get a little aroused
when you took a belt to his bare bottom.  Come on! Come on,
now Sharon, you know you did."

With a half smile the mother replied, "Well, yeah I did.  I
guess that's what made me insist on him staying naked
afterward.  I liked the hard little dick and the red little
bottom.  It was a little exciting.  Now, let's talk about
something else."

"Come here, look out there," the women looked at the
handsome eleven year old sunning himself completely
oblivious to the women's stare, "Tell me he wouldn't look
cuter without that old Speedo on."

"Well, I guess he would, but he won't take that thing off. 
He might for me, but certainly not in front of you and the
girls."

"You could tell him to take it off.  He'd do what you told
him."

"Maybe for some things, but he wouldn't do that.  Let's talk
about something else.  What are we going to fix for the
kids' lunch?"

"Don't go changing the subject.  Hey, I've got an idea.  We
could strip him gradually."

"What? What in the hell are you talking about?  Gradually,
he's only wearing a Speedo, how's that going to be gradual?"

"We could buy him a thong—one with string going up his butt
crack and securing that little triangle thing to his wiener. 
That'd be cute as a button.  Admit it.  Come on, admit it,
Steven would look beautiful in one."

With a half embarrassed grin and her eyes set as if to
visualize that, Sharon replied, "Yes, I guess you're right. 
That's kind of why I make him wear Speedos—maximum exposure
for my visual pleasure.  You know, I've never seen a thong
for boys.  Where would you get one?"

"We could buy a plain color from a girls' shop and tell him
it was for boys, or I can make one for him.  I bet I could
find material up there to make one today.  We could 'fit' it
for him."

"You don't need to fit a thong.  Aren't they kind of one
size fits all?"

"Well we'd want to make sure the triangle just barely
covered his you know what.  Oh God, Sharon, I'm getting
excited here.  I'll look around after lunch and we'll make
one for him today."

"Not so fast.  What if he doesn't want to wear it?"

"You're his mother, don't give him a choice."

"What if he refuses, though.  We can't make him do that."

"Yes, we can.  If he refuses, tell him if he doesn't you'll
beat his ass with the belt and his naked time will be spent
at the pool.  He'll agree to wear it then.  At least it
covers his boy parts.  Then after he gets used to it, we'll
pull the bow loose while we put sunscreen on his butt and
whip it off him.  Bang, there he'll be naked.  Then we'll
have the girls get rid of the thong."

"Okay, if that will get you to shut up, we'll do it.  You're
right, it is exciting.  My little boy lying there with his
boner pointing to the heavens.  Those two girls of yours
stroking it for him."

"My girls nothing, they're going to have to give me a chance
too."  Picking up a try of sandwiches prepared as they
talked the two women went out to feed the kids their lunch. 
The unsuspecting eleven year old stood up and his shapely,
muscular legs were well displayed as he stretched, putting
his ball cap on he came to the table.

"Girls, Steven, there are Cokes and Sprites in the cooler
over there.  Help yourselves."  Andrea was delighted at the
negotiated settlement over her friend's son.

As the children ate, Andrea began her chiding again, "You
know, Steven, in Europe and other places, boys your age
often swim nude even on public beaches.  You shouldn't be so
modest."

Innocently, Jamie asked, "Just the boys?"

"No, Honey, little girls do sometimes, but boys do more
often than girls."

"That's not fair.  Why do girls have to wear stuff and boys
don't?"

"I don't know, Jamie, maybe it's just that little boys
shouldn't have any modesty and little girls should.  Maybe
people just like looking at little boy's bodies."

"Mommy, can I take my suit off after lunch and be naked?"

"Well, maybe all three of you can stay naked after lunch,
how's that?"

Karen was ignited, "Not me.  I'm not going to be naked.  I'm
twelve and I don't think that's a good idea.  But, I must
admit, I'd like Steven to be naked.  Now, that would be
cool."  Teasingly, she elbowed the boy in his side.

"In your dreams, Karen, in your dreams," the eleven year old
smiled as he responded.

"You know, Steven, you and Karen used to share the same tub
when you were little.  So there's nothing to hide."

"Aunt Andrea, stop talking about that. That was when we were
little, not now.  I'm not getting naked." The boy replied
with a touch of anger.

After lunch Jamie again asked to strip.  Andrea gave her
blessing,  "Okay, Jamie you can take your suit off.  So can
you, Steven."

The boy walked back to the pool without acknowledging the
remark as the seven year old girl stripped.  Steven dove in
from the side of the pool and the naked little girl ran and
jumped in next to him.  When they came out of the water,
Andrea remarked.  "See she's not a bit shy."

"Yeah, well, she's only seven.  I'm eleven."

"Ooooooo, four years older, that's a lot." Andrea playfully
and sarcastically responded.

"And, Mom, she's a girl and doesn't have anything to look at
right there.  He's a boy and I think he'd be more
interesting," the usually quiet Karen joined the teasing.

"I'm going in to watch TV." Steven attempted his retreat.

"You're going to stay out here with the girls while Aunt
Andrea and I go in.  We've got a project to work on."  His
mother countered.

"Karen, or if you want to Steven, put some sunscreen on
Jamie.  Be sure to get the parts her suit was covering.  We
don't want her to burn." Andrea tossed Karen the bottle of
sunscreen.

Though he really was interested in touching some of the
little girl's private areas, just out of curiosity, the boy
pretended not to be interested.  "I don't want to put that
on some old girl.  Tell her to put it on her herself."

Smiling at the response, Sharon instructed, "We'll be down
in an hour or so.  You kids play."

While the women were engaged in their project in Andrea's
sewing room, the bantering at the pool resumed.

"Hey, Steven, I really would like to see that wiener of
yours.  I don't remember what it looks like from when we
took baths together.  Why don't you do what Jamie did?"
Karen teased as she coated her sister vulva with sunscreen
and gently rubbed it in.  The sight did attract the full
attention of her brother like friend.

"Well, why don't you take off your suit too, then?" He
countered.

"Because I'm older and my body has changed to be more like a
grown up."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, for one thing I've got boobs in case you didn't
notice." And he had. "And, I've got hair down in the other
place.  Do you?"

"Nooo, not yet." The boy replied with a blush.

"Well, that's why.  And, Mom says boys shouldn't be so
modest, you know shy, about their bodies.  They should be
made to be naked, even in front of us girls.  She also says,
girls should be modest when they get to my age.  So, what
about it?  Gonna' take it off?"

"No, please stop asking me that."

"I'd rub it for you.  You know put the sunscreen on it and
that little sack of yours too."

"What sack?"

"The little bag with your balls in it."

"How do you know what's down there?"

"I'm not stupid.  I baby sit.  I've seen lots of little
boys, including yours. So, why don't you just show us?"

"Yeah, Steven, I want to see that bag thing.  Could I touch
it too?" Jamie asked.

"No, stop asking me that!" Then Steven retreated back to the
pool and dove in from the side.

Up in the sewing room.  "Oh, look Sharon, I have some white
material.  You know what happens when that gets wet.  Let's
use the white."

"Let's use a dark color so it's gradual."

"If we use the white and he dives in, we can make him keep
his hands way from his front.  Then we can reason that
because it's on display anyway, he should just shed the
thong.  It might work."

"Okay, make the white and we'll get it on him."

"I'll make the 'string' out of a quarter inch doubled up
piece of material.   Oh shit, look at this Sharon, do you
think this will cover it?"  Andrea held up the triangular
piece which had been hemmed to prevent unraveling.

"Just barely.  When he lies just right or sits right, it'll
give a side shot of his goodies, won't it?"

"That's the idea, isn't it?"  Andrea giggled.  "Let's get
the straps attached.  We could use that elastic stuff
instead."

"Well then how are you going to untie it while you sunscreen
his butt?"

"Good point." The sewing machine hummed briefly as Andrea
attached the homemade strap to the triangular piece. 
Holding up the finished product she said, "Oh my God,
Sharon, he'll look fabulous." Emphasizing the 'fabulous'
with a Spanish accent.  "Call him up here."

Sharon went to the slider and called to her son.  He walked
to the door wet from his recent plunge.  "What?" he asked
indignantly.

His tone angered his mother, "Steven, get your attitude
straightened out or I'll borrow a belt and do it for you.
Come in here I want to try something on you."

"What?"

"Just get in the bedroom over here and get your suit off."

"Why, Mom?"

"Steven don't get me upset.  I'll whip the fire out of you.
Your attitude is getting a little rough.  Now, get in the
bedroom and get naked now." Secretly Sharon was getting
excited at the prospect of exposing more of her son to
others.  As she entered the room with the new thong she
couldn't help but notice the tan lines now exposed at her
son's groin line.  He stood covering his penis with his
hands.

"What am I going to wear?"

Holding the skimpy piece of clothing out, she offered,
"This."

"I'm not wearing a girl's bikini.  No way."

"This isn't a bikini.  It's a thong and men and boys wear
them all the time."

"No men or boys I've seen.  Dad doesn't wear one."

"Dad doesn't wear a Speedo either, but you're going to wear
this for the rest of the weekend."

"No, I'm not.  Please don't make me do that, Mom."

"You will wear this.  Now, put your hands down and I'll show
you how to put it on."

"Please don't make me, Mom.  I don't want to wear that
thing."

"I didn't ask, now put your hands down and I mean now."

Slowly the boy lowered his hands exposing his well endowed
penis and testicles to his mother.  She looked at them
imagining how beautiful her son would look with a consistent
tan.  He was almost godlike in his appearance and she
couldn't help but be thankful for having him circumcised as
an infant.  It left nothing to the imagination.  She
approached her son and playfully squeezed the glans and
wiggled his penis back and forth.  "At least this little guy
will be covered up.  I don't see what the problem is."

"No, Mom, I don't want to wear it."  The boy pulled away.

"Either put this on, or I'm getting a belt and I'm going to
wear you out.  Then you'll spend your naked time out at the
pool.  It's either having some cover or none at all, it's
your choice."  Walking to the door she yelled, "Andrea, I
need to borrow a belt for a few minutes."  As she waited for
the enforcer, Steven stood naked in full view of the opened
door.  Hands were again down covering his crotch.  "Steven
put you hands on your head and you face this way."

"Please close the door and I will."

"You will and the door stays opened as long as I want it
to."

Steven began to cry as he moved his hands slowly to his
head.

"I'm going to talk with Dad when we go home tomorrow.  I'm
going to tell him about how you are behaving.  You know, if
I use the belt on you, he will too.  You know that don't
you?  Now, get those hands on you head.  And yes, Aunt
Andrea is going to see your boy parts when she brings me the
belt.  You've earned that."

Andrea approached the room.  As she looked in the door she
was rewarded with a sight she hadn't seen in five years. 
Her best friend's son in the altogether.  "Oh my, he has
grown well hasn't he?  Look at that little dick. Or should I
say well big dick? Maybe, we don't need the thong, huh? 
Karen and Jamie would probably prefer this to the thong."

"No Andrea, he'll be wearing his thong.  Won't you, Steven?" 
She looked sternly at her son.  "Now, do you want me to help
you put it on or should Aunt Andrea help?"

"I want you to."

"Are we done with the belt?" Andrea asked.

"No, I'm going to keep it handy.  I'm sure we'll need it
sometime during the next two days.  When Dave gets back
tomorrow night I'm going to have him have a father and son
chat with Steven.  If he doesn't adjust his attitude, I'm
sure Dave can make the 'chat' get the message across."  She
turned and had her son hold the skimpy triangle against his
boyhood as she ran one strap under his legs and ran the
waist band through the loop, securing it on the boy's left
side with a bow.  As the two tails of the bow lightly fell
against his bare hip, his mother lightly slapped his now
bare buttocks and said, "Now, let's have a little look."

"Oh, Andrea, that is cute.  I'm glad we did this," then
turning toward her tearfully embarrassed son she continued,
"See, Steven, isn't that easy?  It's easier to put on than
that old Speedo, now, isn't it?  You are cute as a button in
that thing.  Now, let's go out and get that bottom of yours
caught up with your back and legs.  We can at least start to
even out that tan.  What do you think?"

"Mom, please don't make me wear this in front of the girls. 
Please don't."

"You will wear this in front of the girls, you will wear
this to the beach, you will wear this to the public pool. 
You are going to wear this no matter where you swim this
summer.  Let's not make the matter a disaster by beating
your backside.  If I leave stripes every one you swim around
will know you got your bottom warmed.  Do you want that?"

The boy shook his head "no" as the tears continued down his
cheeks.

"Now, let's go.  Get out there and let the girls have a
look."  Grabbing the belt she followed her son to the
sliding glass doors separating the family room from the
patio and pool deck. "Go on, go out there."  Slowly, the boy
stepped over the threshold.  The women's voices drew the
attention of the girls.

"Hey nice ass," Karen was quick to remark.

"Karen, that's enough," Andrea cautioned.

"I like your new bathing suit, Steven," the still naked
Jamie chimed in.  "It looks nice."

"Thank you, Jamie," Sharon acknowledged her compliment for
her son. "Go and get in the pool.  After you're done in the
pool we'll get Karen to put some sunscreen on your bottom." 
The boy's mother couldn't believe she'd just put one of her
instant fantasies to words. Oh well, now that it was said,
so be it.

As he walked to poolside he became aware of the opening and
closing of the sides of the triangle as he walked.  Each
step gave potential shots of his penis and testicles.  Soon
his penis was hard as a rock and it pushed the material
completely away from the pubis giving full view of his
scrotum.  Before the girls could notice or comment, Steven
jumped in the pool.  He was completely ignorant of the
effect of the water on the white material.

Standing with his arms extended to support him he remained
stuck to the side of the pool.  At least the cool water had
made his erection subside somewhat.  While he stood there
Jamie continued her diving and running back to the board
completely non-caring about her naked state.  Karen did some
diving and underwater surveillance of Steven's groin until
he pushed her away.  The two women settled into the chaise
lounges anticipating the show when he crawled out of the
pool.

"Hey, Steven, why don't you swim some laps?" Sharon hollered
over to her son.

"I don't want to."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to get out and get dressed."

"Well that's not going to happen.  You will wear that thong
all day, all night and all tomorrow—NO OTHER CLOTHES!!
Understand?"

"Mom I don't like this thong thing."

"I do. The only better thing would be naked."  Karen chided
her adopted cousin.

"I agree, Steven," Andrea added, "Why don't you just take
that old thing off?"

Steven didn't dignify the remark with a response.  He just
turned his head away.  The tears had stopped and now he was
just pissed off, but what could he do.

The oblivious Jamie was getting out of the pool and
momentarily gave him a clear view of her vagina as she put
her knee on the edge.  His interest was piqued.  He thought
the vulva was the whole thing, but now, what on earth was
that other hole?  As the little girl continued her play he
glued his eyes on her as she climbed out of the pool each
time getting a view of her vaginal area.  On her latest
round, she climbed out within three feet giving him a clear
view.  Soon his glimpses caused his penis to harden.  Even
in the cool water the impulse was uncontrollable.  Andrea
seeing Steven's averted attention each time the little girl
climbed to the poolside,  called her daughter over and
instructed, "Jamie, I want you to go sit on the side of the
pool by Steven.  Spread your legs way opened so he can see
your little girl parts, okay?"

"Okay, Mom," innocently the little girl got up from the lawn
chair to oblige her mother's request.

"You are nasty, Andrea.  Shame on you!  Looks like Dave is
going to have to do the father son sex chat thing, too.  I'm
sure Steven will be curious."

"Hey, the kid's eleven, it's time.  Next year don't they
teach it in school?"

"I think so, but they don't use live models."

"Well, he should get an A then shouldn't he," glimpsing over
to her daughter the little girl had just settled on the edge
of the pool and spread her legs.

"Hey, Steven do you want to look at my girl thing?" She
innocently asked.

Glimpsing from the side of his face, the boy said, "No.
That's private."

"I don't care if you look."

"Steven, look at her twat," Karen yelled.

"Karen, the word is vagina, not twat," Andrea corrected. 
"And, Steven, if you want to look at it, go ahead.  It won't
bite you."

Though it was well below the waterline, the eleven year old
boy's penis was sticking straight out as he turned
momentarily for a better look. Then turned back as if to
say, "Are you all satisfied?"

"Steven, you want to touch it?  You can touch it if you
want," Andrea coaxed.  "Go ahead feel it.  I know you want
to."

"You can touch it if you want, Steven," the little girl
reassured him she wouldn't mind.

"Go ahead and touch it Steven," Karen jeered.

"Steven, if Jamie said you could touch it, you can," his
mother reassured him.  "Go ahead and feel it with your
finger."

Momentarily, the boy turned as if his mother's go ahead was
all he needed.  He stuck out his index finger and touched
the area surrounding the opening.  Then out of curiosity, he
felt the curious looking little nub causing a shiver to rise
up Jamie's back.  The little girl had never had that part of
her body touched by anyone other than herself or her parents
during bathing.  This was different.  It was a kid and he
was going way beyond maintenance type touching.

"Okay, kids, let's get out of the sun for awhile and play a
game.  How about Monopoly?" Andrea asked.

"No, let's play Rook," Jamie chimed in as she pulled away
from the exploratory touch of her pseudo brother.  She was
completely innocent over the touching and her nudity.

"Okay, come on everyone.  We'll play Rook.  Karen, Steven,
come on."  Andrea directed.

"Come on Steven," his mother reiterated Andrea's direction.

"In a minute," he was still nursing a hard on from his
anatomical lesson of only moments earlier.

"Now, Steven.  Out of the pool.  You've had too much sun. 
Get out now!"

Slowly the boy lifted himself out.  He could feel his glans
as it poked the ceramic tiles of the rim of the pool.  Ideas
for hiding it flipped though his mind, but there was no way. 
Maybe if he acted nonchalant it would call attention to his
head instead of his crotch.  He briskly turned and walked
toward the covered part of the patio, but Karen was first to
notice.  "Wow, his peter is sticking straight out.  Look,
Mom, you can see the hole on the tip right through the
cloth."  As she pointed Steven's hands dropped to cover his
now transparent covering.

"Put your hands down, Steven.  You look like you're playing
with yourself." Sharon demanded.

As he sat down he moved his hands to the table.  "Boy I sure
would like to feel that," Karen giggled as she looked under
the table at his lap.

"Maybe you'll get your chance." Her mother replied.

"I want to feel it too.  He got to feel my private place.  I
want to feel his." Jamie pouted.

"She's right, Sharon.  He did get to feel hers," Andrea
reasoned.

"Yeah, but you told me to."  Steven replied in an attempt to
ward off the impending order.

"Okay, let's just play the game.  Steven you might feel
better if you took that thong off and let your little peter
be free while it's hard."  Andrea offered.

"I don't think so."

"Well, we've seen the whole thing already when you came over
here, so what's new to see?" Karen argued.

"Let's just play."

"Steven, they're right.  It might feel better if you let
your penis free.  They have all seen it." Sharon tried to
get her son to remove the thong.

"Let's just play.  I don't want to take it off."

"Suit yourself." His mother responded.

During the game of Rook, Karen occasionally looked at the
silent and still embarrassed eleven year old and would
occasionally laugh out loud.  "Karen, leave him alone.  He's
not a happy camper at this point and you aren't helping."
Sharon warned.

"I can't help it, he's soooo cute when he's pissed.  And
such a cute little ass," she reached down and pinched his
right butt cheek.

"LEAVE ME ALONE, KAREN.  It's not funny." Steven yelled on
the verge of crying from frustration.

"Karen, if you can't leave him alone, you'll have to go to
your room.  Now, just let him settle for awhile."  Andrea
warned her daughter.

When the game ended, Sharon directed her son back to the
pool. "Why don't you go get some afternoon sun and I'll help
Aunt Sharon with supper."  Then handing Karen the sunscreen
she continued, "Karen, put some of this on him.  Be sure to
cover his bottom well, rub it in so he doesn't burn."

"Can I do the other side too?" she asked in a way to
purposely anger Steven.

"Well you can get the white parts," Sharon agreed.

"All the white parts?" She was clearly referencing his white
thong.

"Karen, where his white skin is showing, you need to cover
well.  Be sure to do the tanned areas too.  Just go." Sharon
smiled knowing the mind game the girl was up to.

"Mooommm, why don't you put it on?  Or let me do myself.  I
can do it."

"Nonsense you can't do your back and I'm not sure you can do
a good job on your bottom either.  Karen can put it on and
you'll just have to let her.  Now go!" his mother pointed
toward the pool deck.

Apprehensively, the boy walked toward a lounge chair.  Karen
patted the fiberglass webbing and said, "Lie down here on
your tummy."  Compliantly the boy settled on to the chair. 
"Let me see where do I want to start?  I know your butt. 
Then I can do the rest and then do the butt again."  He felt
cold drops of lotion dripping on to his butt cheeks and
sooner than he'd liked he felt his age mate's hands rubbing
the lotion on the globes.  "Ooooo, such smooth skin.  Firm
but smooth!!!"

"Cut it out Karen.  I'm gonna tell if you don't stop it."

"Go ahead.  Your Mom told me to put it on here."

"You don't have to talk about it.  Just put it on."

Jamie having just gotten out of the pool ran to the scene
and announced, "Hey, let me put some on.  I want to put some
on his butt."  He could feel the cold water dropping of the
seven year old's body as it dripped on his legs.

"Okay, just a little, then I need to finish up."

"No, Karen, don't let her." Steven protested.

"She can do it.  Go ahead, Jamie."

He felt the smaller hands begin rubbing his cheeks.  "Ooooo,
Karen, his butt is hard."

"That's because he's squeezing his cheeks together.  I bet
that's not all that's hard, huh Steven?  Here Jamie, put
some on your finger and rub it up and down his crack."

"NO!" the boy jumped up, "No way, just get out of here." 
His voice was so emphatic his mother and her friend heard it
in the kitchen.  Looking out the window Sharon saw him push
the little girl away.

"Andrea hand me the belt.  That's just about done it."  She
walked out to the pool deck.  "Young man, get over here and
bend over this chair arm, now."

"Mom, she was going to rub that stuff in my butt crack."

"I don't care over the arm of the chair, now."  Slowly the
boy bent over the chair arm.  "You're lucky you've got this
thong on and I have your bare ass in my sights.  If I have
to use this again, though, the thong comes off and I don't
care who's in the audience.  Do you understand?"

Crying the boy acknowledged, "Yes, Mom, but…."

There was a swishing sound and the leather met his skin
leaving a stripe that covered both cheeks.  Then another
blow left its sting across his right cheek and thigh. 
Another blow followed and the boy screamed in response to
the stinging pain.  "I won't do it again, I promise, I won't
do it again…Mom…" another blow fell.

The girls with wide eyes covered their mouths to hide their
giggles.  Blow after blow fell leaving a bottom well striped
and red.  "Now, get over there and let those girls put the
lotion on and I don't care how they do it.  You will do what
I told you and if I have to come out here again the thong
comes off and I won't stop after ten swats.  Got it?"

"Y….umph…..EEEE….ummmp….SSSSS, ummppp, M….Oooooo…
ufff…..Mmmmmm."

"Get over there."

Returning still whimpering with tears rolling down his
cheeks he was met by the smiling eldest girl. He was
instructed to lie down on his stomach again.  He felt the
cold drops of lotion as they were squirted on his hot
backside.  "OOooooo, that's red." Karen observed.

"It's hot, too," Jamie acknowledged as she again began
putting the lotion on.  She eventually started sliding her
fingers up and down the boys cleft.  "His butt hole is right
here, Karen."

"Where, Jamie, stick your finger in it."  With that Steven
began to balk.  "Oh no, Buddy, if you give her a hard time
I'll have to tell Aunt Sharon and you know what will happen. 
Let her stick her finger in there. Go ahead Jamie."

"Really?  I mean all the way in?" Jamie wanted confirmation.

"Yeah Jamie, shove it all the way in."  The boy felt the
little digit as it forced his sphincter to allow access. 
Soon the little finger was completely inside him.

"Oh it feels gushy in there."

"Okay, let me finish him up, Jamie," Karen said, "Steven
roll over and put your hands behind your head."

"Can I help?" Asked the seven year old.

"No, let me do this side.  You can watch. Steven spread your
legs." He responded moving the apart slightly.  "Wider."
More movement.  "Wider. Come on, spread 'em way apart."

He felt the drops on his legs and her hands went to work on
his calves, but her eyes were obviously glued somewhere
else.  The material from the triangle was lifted from his
pubis by a tent a four inch tent pole.

"Look, Karen, his boy thing is big again.  Like when he got
out of the pool."  The seven year old was pointing at his
erection.  With a definite aire of excitement she continued,
"I can see his bag thing."  She squatted down to get a
better view through the opening between the hem and his
skin.

Steven's hand made its way down to the protective position. 
Karen warned him, "Don't put your hand there Steven, 'it
makes you look like you're playing with it'.  The final
portion she tried to mimic his mother's voice.

As Karen worked her way up his legs, she stopped suddenly
and did his face, then his chest and abdomen.  Slowly she
worked her hands to the pubic area first using circular
action around the white areas of the pubis that was showing. 
Jamie still was squatting and squinting with innocent
interest trying to visually examine the boy's testicles and
shaft as best she could.  Then a finger found its way
between the cloth and his skin and he could feel his penis
being flicked.  Steven indignantly shoved Karen's hand away. 
"Don't….." he began.

"Uh, uh, uh, little boy.  If you do that again, I tell Momma
and you know what that means."

She again inserted her finger followed by her hand as she
cupped his boyhood pretending to rub the lotion on in slow
circular motion.  The penis was hard as a rock.  She rubbed
his tight little sack and slid her hand up and down the
shaft of his penis.  "Hey, Jamie, you want to put some one
him here?"

"On his thing?"

"Yeah, we wouldn't want his thing to get burned now would
we?"

"Are we allowed?"

"Sure, go for it."  The older girl gave the lotion to her
younger, naked sibling.  Quickly, the little girl squirted
lotion on her hand and reached under the thong.  Steven
started to object but was again reminded as Karen pretended
to yell, "Aunt Sharon".  He then settled to let the little
girl continue.

"Ooooo, his thing is hard, Karen.  Are all boy things hard
like that?"

"Only when they are excited, Jamie.  It'll get soft when you
stop rubbing it."

The little girl finished up, her curiosity whetted, she
removed her hand.  "He's done."  His penis was tenting the
cloth so much his scrotum and part of the shaft were even
more visible under the hem line.

Andrea came out with some soft drinks for the kids.  "Mommy,
I got to feel Steven's wiener.  Karen let me feel it."

"Karen, let's not do that.  His mother might not appreciate
it.  Just do the parts you can see."

Karen blushed.  "I know, but I guess I got carried away."

"Well, from now on, let's let the adults do the sunscreen. 
I don't want you to get in trouble."

Hearing this Steven vowed to tell the next time either one
of them went for his crotch.  
The only saving point of what had transpired was they hadn't
seen it, they just felt it—a small point, but point just the
same.

Andrea looked down at the tent rising from his groin, "I
guess you girls must have done a pretty thorough job.  It
looks like he liked it."

"I didn't.  It was wrong for them to touch me there." He
said gruffly.

"Get over it, Stevie, or we'll all touch you there as much
as we want.  I've cautioned the girls about doing that to
you again.  Just get over it. Or should we get your Mom out
here to settle the matter?"

"No, but it still was wrong."

As if on signal, Sharon walked through the slider on the way
to the pool, beer in hand.  Sitting on the other side of her
son from Andrea, the women started their chatting.  "Steven,
why don't you go over and swim with the girls, so we can
talk about adult things?"

"Ah, Mom, please let me stay here."

"Go on now. You beg to come here to swim and then you just
sunbathe, go and get in the pool."

"If I get in the pool, I'm going to need more sunscreen on
when I get out and I don't want to have more on me."

"Why?"

"I just don't, that's all.  Please let me stay here."

"No, go and get in the pool now.  I don't want to hear
another word.  Look, Karen is watching you.  She wants you
to come to the pool."

"That's because she wants to play with my dick."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Karen and Jamie rubbed some of that sunscreen on my boy
parts.  They reached under this little cloth thing and
rubbed me there."

Andrea gave the boy an angry glance as if to say, "You
shouldn't have told that."

"Well I'm sure they were just curious.  After all they don't
have one. It didn't hurt you did it?"  His mother was
completely unconcerned.

"You mean you don't care?"

"That's exactly what I mean.  I do care if you get in the
pool though, because if you don't I'm getting the belt.  Now
get in the pool and leave us to talk."  Seeing the
seriousness in her eyes the boy walked toward the pool.

"Well it appears my girls got a privilege I'm still waiting
for.  When do we take that thing off him?" Andrea asked.

"Next time he needs sunscreen—maybe a half hour.  I'll pull
it off him while I rub it on. That is unless you want to do
it."

"Sharon you are really a great friend.  Pulling his little
patch off would be really arousing to me.  I hope I don't
get so wet it shows."

"Cut it out Sharon.  He's just a little kid.  You're
sounding like that pedophile I described before lunch."

"Can I cover his dick and balls with the sunscreen?"

"Well, I should think those parts will be most vulnerable to
the sun as they haven't been exposed to it since his was
little, five or six maybe.  I guess you better make sure you
do that area well.  Don't you think?"

"Makes complete sense to me," She reaches over to high five
her friend.

An hour later the boy returned to the lounge chair.  "Mom,
can I stay out of the pool for awhile?  I think I've had
enough."

"Yes, you can sun for awhile.  Aunt Andrea is going to put
the sunscreen on you.  Just lie down on your stomach and let
her get started.  I'm going in for another beer.  Andrea,
you want one?"

"Yes, I believe I do. Oh, and you might grab that other
bottle of sunscreen off the kitchen counter, too.  This
one's almost empty."

Andrea squeezed the lotion bottle.  It kind of farted a few
drops on her hand.  She, like her daughters, began by
rubbing his bottom.  She pounded the bottle on its top
trying to get the remaining lotion to settle to the tip so
she could continue and managed go get a few more drops.
Round and round her hands went over the mounds.  Slowly she
slid her fingers between the thong strap and his back.  It
felt good to have the area stimulated as the strap had been
tight.  As she worked her fingers around with one hand, she
slowly pulled at one of the strings hanging from the bow
that secured the thong.  He felt this movement, but it took
a few seconds for the sensation to register.  As he pulled
up to protest the string was pulled loose and the thong was
quickly yanked off by Andrea.  "Ooooppps, guess you
shouldn't have moved so quickly.  Just lie back down, you
don't need this anyway."

Steven flopped to his belly to protect the view of his
penis.  He heard Karen yell, "Hey, Jamie, Steven's naked. 
Mom took off his thong thing.  Let's go look at his wiener."

Quickly, the seven year old got out of the pool and rushed
to the lounge chair where she was met by her sister.

"Let's see his thing."  Jamie demanded.

"You girls go back to the pool and keep swimming.  Leave
Steven alone while I finish him up."

"Oh Mom, let us have a look at his wiener." Karen reiterated
her sister's plea.

"I said go back to the pool."  She winked at her eldest
daughter.

"Okay, Jamie, let's go back to the pool and leave him
alone."

"Aunt Andrea, let me have it back and we can put it back
on."

To his surprise, his mother had returned with the beer and
another bottle of sunscreen.  She had heard the last couple
or remarks and replied to her son's request.  "Steven, just
leave it off so Aunt Andrea can do a better job with the
sunscreen.  She's already seen your penis and won't be
surprised."

"Well Karen and Jamie haven't and I don't want them to see
it."

"Steven, you just told me they put lotion on it.  If they've
touched it what's to seeing it?  Don't worry! Just lie there
while Aunt Andrea puts on the sunscreen."

Steven could feel Andrea's hands as they covered his neck
and back.  The pressure felt good to the boy.  She worked
her way down to his bottom and again massaged his cheeks as
she applied the sunscreen. He felt the side of her hands up
and down his crack.  Though embarrassing it was strangely
comforting.  Eventually both hands worked their way down his
legs. Then there was a playful slap to his bottom.  "Okay,
boy, turn over."

Quickly his mind sorted though excuses to give so he didn't
have to do that.  "It's okay Aunt Andrea, I'll just lay like
this so you don't have to do the front."

"Nonsense.  Roll over so I can finish you up."

"Really, I'm okay."

Suddenly there was a sharp burning pain to his backside. 
Again, the sharp sound of a belt landed on his bare
backside.  The boy yelled in pain and protest as still
another hit his backside.  "I believe," whack another hit
landed, "Aunt Andrea", whack still another and the boy cried
out in pain.  Tears began to flow, "said" whack, "to roll
over" whack, "so do it" a final burning welt was applied to
his already very red ass. He was crying so hard at that
point he didn't hear the giggles of the two girls who had
moved in for a closer look at the show.

"Steven are you going to roll over, or do you want me to
keep doing this?"  His mother asked.  The pain of the belt
was more persuasive that the pain of the embarrassment of
exposing himself.  The boy rolled over.  Even in the pain of
the moment his hands left his sore hot bottom and quickly
shield the family jewels from sight.

Andrea instructed him, "Steven, move your hands.  You don't
cover those parts with your hands.  It doesn't look good for
boys to do that.  Besides, how am I going to get that little
peepee of yours protected if I can't get to it?"

"Look at it Karen.  He's hard again like when we put the
stuff on.  What's this?" The seven year old grabbed his
glans.

"That's called a glans, Honey.  It's the tip of his penis. 
See the hole here?  That's where his peepee comes out.  This
bag is called a scrotum, and inside are two testicles. 
Sometimes they're called balls.  Here put your fingers on
the bag and you can feel his testicles."  Totally
embarrassed he could do nothing but lie there for the little
one's anatomy lesson.  Here's a naked seven year old girl
feeling his eleven year old balls and his mother sitting
there watching as she does it.  "Okay, let's let Mommy
finish him up with the sunscreen."

Steven was still while the girls' mother continued the
sunscreen coverage.  Coming down the middle of his body she
spent extra time lubing up his erect penis and testicles.
There as an intense feeling as her hand slid effortlessly up
and down shaft to glans, glans to shaft.  Then her hands
traveled down his legs.  Finishing his feet she returned to
his genitals.  "We want to make sure these parts are covered
well.  After all we don't want them burned now do we?"   She
stroked up and down with one hand and massaged his testicles
with the other.  Suddenly his butt cheeks squeezed together
and an uncontrollable thrust brought his bottom off the
surface of the lounge chair.  The feeling was indescribable.

"Well, looks like Dave has another explanation to add to his
talk."  Andrea remarked to his mother still smiling at the
thrill of having seen her son's orgasm.

"At least he's still dry.  In a year or two, you'd have to
be having a chat with your seven year old."  She countered
her friend's remark.

Still sniffling from the whipping, but definitely satisfied
with the feeling he had just experienced, Steven spoke up,
"I'm going to put my thong back on, so you don't have to put
more on there."

"No, Steven, if you recall young man, you were just spanked
and what follows a spanking?"  His mother interrogated him.

"I don't know, what?"

"Steven?"

"Naked time?"

"That's right. You will spend the rest of the day naked. 
You will also let Aunt Andrea put as much sunscreen on your
penis as she wants.  The girls may want to examine you too
and you will let them.  Do you understand?"

"I don't want to.  I want to go in and go to bed."

"Heavens no, Steven, it's only three in the afternoon. 
You've got six or seven hours before you have to go to bed. 
Make the best of it."

Hearing this, Karen walked over and whispered in her mother
ear.  Andrea responded, "I don't care, but ask Aunt Sharon
first."

"Ask me what?"

"Aunt Sharon, I got a digital camera for my birthday.  If
Steven is going to be naked for the rest of the afternoon,
would it be alright for me to take pictures of him?"

"I don't see why not.  It's kind of a family photo thing. 
Be sure most of them are frontal though." Karen looked
quizzical about the term 'frontal'.  You know, be sure to
take most of them of his front—his penis and stuff.   They'd
be most interesting to your friends and I'd like a few
copies to print for the family album."

Partly in excitement and partly to annoy Karen remarked,
"Did you hear that, Steven, I get to take pictures of you
and especially that little wiener and you have to let me."

Returning with her camera the excited preteen rubbed it in,
"Steven, stand up and spread 'em.  I want that hard-on in my
picture.  You know, Aunt Sharon, when I get this memory card
filled, I can just download the pictures and start over with
more.  I'll have hundreds of him naked.  Come on, Steven,
stand up so I can get a better shot."

"Mooommm, don't let her take pictures.  Please Mom, she goes
to my school.  She'll show them to everybody."

"Steven, stand up!" the excited girl repeated herself.

"No, you fucking asshole.  Leave me alone." Steven was angry
and frustrated at Karen, but he knew he'd just pushed the
envelope as far as his mother was concerned.

In shock, his mother responded to her son, "Young man get
over here and bend over the  back of this chair.  Do it,
now."  She grabbed the belt off the pool deck.

"But, Mom, she…."

"I said over the chair."

He bent his upper body forward over the back of the chair as
he grasped the arms with his hands.  As he braced for the
belting, his mother commanded, "Karen, put the camera down
and get over here."  Compliantly the smiling girl put the
camera down and approached the scene she'd hoped to
photograph not completely sure of Sharon's intentions. "Here
take the belt.  I want you to whip him for saying those
things to you and don't stop until I tell you to."

"But, I wanted to take pictures of him getting it."

"I'll tell you what, I'll take pictures of you whipping him,
how's that?"  Sharon offered.

"Great.  Mom, would you show Aunt Sharon how to take stills
and videos.  I'd like to get both.  I want videos especially
when he starts crying.  Oh God, will the kids love seeing
this when we get back to school.  They won't believe it."

Hearing this Steven began to cry.  The thought of the
embarrassment of the video was more devastating that the
impending beating.

"Okay, you guys ready?" Karen asked.

"Let him have it," Sharon acknowledged.

Jamie was squatting down beside her now dominant sister,
watching Steven's penis, hoping to see it move as her sister
warmed his bottom.

Suddenly there was a rather awkward feeling as the leather
made its first contact with his skin.  It didn't hurt, but
it wasn't comfortable either.  The second swat made contact
causing a red stripe but not enough pain to cause Steven to
audibly react.  "Karen, you have to hit him hard.  Bring the
belt all the way back and then swing it fast and hard when
you come forward.  Make some stripes on his ass, Baby." 
Andrea coached her daughter.  The next stripe was painful. 
It was as if one of the more practiced adults had
administered it. Then another hit with just as much force
landing on his upper thigh.  It cause him to acknowledge,
"Oooowwweeeee".  Then another tore into his bottom. As the
young girl became more adept the stripes started to
accumulate. After ten Steven was very audibly sobbing and
begging for cessation.  Compassionately, the twelve year old
punisher stopped.  "Honey, Aunt Sharon didn't say to stop. 
Keep whipping him."

Without taking her eye from the monitor on the back of the
camera, Sharon confirmed the order.  "Keep going Karen, we
don't condone the language he used.  Let him have some more. 
Let's make a point that won't be tolerated."

"Mom, his wiener is hard again.  Look…" the seven year old
was pointing at the boy's penis.

"How in the hell can he have an erection while he's getting
his ass beaten?" Andrea remarked.

"Haven't you heard of S and M?" Sharon joked.

"What's S and M?" Karen inquired.

"Never mind, Karen, we can discuss that at some other time."
Andrea cleared her throat while raising her eyes toward
Sharon to indicate the faux paw, "Just keep beating Steven,
Honey he isn't done yet."

The belt again started falling on the boy's backside.  The
sobs and pleadings continued.  After six more lashes, Sharon
gave the order to stop.  As the belt stopped contacting his
backside, Steven collapsed over the chair and continued to
cry.  The ever curious seven year old reached out
inquisitively and pinched the tip of Steven's erect penis. 
His bottom was hurting so bad he didn't pay attention to the
girl's touching.

Sharon walked over to her sobbing son and added salt to the
wound with, "Now you have added to your naked time.  You
will be nude until we go home tomorrow night.  In fact, I
believe I'll take you home naked.  Oh look, Steven, I can
put this new bathing suit in my purse.  It's going to be so
much easier at the beach and pool.  I bet you can carry this
in your pocket.  How convenient does it get?"  With that,
she put his thong in her purse.

From the pool deck Andrea saw Sharon put the thong away. 
She couldn't help anticipate what that meant, but had to
ask.  "Where's the thong?"

"Oh, I put it away.  It seems Steven's naked time for his
punishment has been extended for the rest of the weekend. 
He won't be wearing anything at all."  As the girls joined
the discussion, Sharon continued, "He's not to cover his
penis for any reason.  You girls can examine him as you
wish, Karen, take all the pictures you want, pose him as you
want, he's yours to play with.  If he gives you any trouble,
Karen you will get to beat him with the belt. Andrea, I
think dinner is ready."

"Oh shit, I hope that casserole didn't burn.  With all this
excitement I forgot all about it."
Andrea ran to the kitchen.

Sharon turned to Jamie and said, "Jamie, why don't your rub
his peepee and make him feel better.  Would you like to do
that?"  Hesitantly the still nude seven year old girl nodded
her affirmation. "Karen, that should be a real photo op for
you a naked seven year old girl rubbing the boy parts of a
naked eleven year old boy.  Guess that's the things kiddie
porn is made of.  Have fun."  Then pointing at her
devastated and much more subservient son she continued,
"And, Steven, no more crap and I mean it.  You know the
rules, shame on you.  Spread those legs and let Jamie fondle
you.  I want that penis always showing so keep 'em spread
whenever you're sitting or lying down.  If you don't I'm
going to let Karen practice some more, understand?"
Back in the kitchen the two women watched intentively as the
little girl stroked the boys hardened penis and her older
sister stood by ominously holding the belt just waiting for
a chance to use it again.  "She apparently found whipping
his ass a real turn on, huh?" noted Sharon.

"Yeah, well, don't you?  I mean doesn't it get you kind of
horny when you whip the fire out of his ass?"  Andrea
responded without taking her eyes off the poolside
activities.

"I don't know.  I guess I whip him when I'm pissed and I
don't think about it.  I do get a little turned on by making
him stay naked afterwards.  Not at first, but oh the thought
of exposing him to other people against his will, oh, that
makes my hot.  Shit, Andrea, I shouldn't be talking like
this.  I'm his mother for God's sake.  This is disgusting."

"Oh relax, I'm like a priest.  You tell me and it never goes
anywhere else.  You're my closest friend.  We can share
thoughts without worrying about them going anywhere.  At
least, I hope that's how you see it."  Andrea spoke with
sincerity.    "No, it's not disgusting.  He's a boy and boys
shouldn't be concerned by their exposing their naked bodies. 
Just think of it this way, if we make him expose himself
now, he won't find a need to become an exhibitionist in the
future.  And, whipping his ass, shoot parents need to do
more of that for both boys and girls, but especially boys.  
They need the physical communication of right and wrong more
than girls do.  You haven't done anything wrong.   Look out
there.  If girls playing with his penis makes him feel good,
we're helping him develop as a heterosexual.  My girls are
too.  You gotta admit, boys' parts are more interesting. 
Maybe it's because they're completely visible and external. 
Just look at that cute little boner on him.  Jamie can't get
enough of it.  And, I fear Karen can't get enough of
punishing him."

"How am I going to talk with Dave about what we've done?  I
mean how do you tell him you want his son to wear a thong or
be exposed in public places?  I'm not sure his macho
mechanism won't get blown way off and he'll get pissed
thinking we're "sissifying" him."

"Well, Sharon, just come out with it.  You are his parent
too.  Ask Dave about those times at the Y, scout camp,
swimming hole, swimming lessons at school and stuff back in
his day.  I know for a fact in most of those instances he
was naked as the day he was born.  Then tell him it made him
healthier in his acceptance of his body and you want that
for Steven.  See what he says.  Don't project, Dave's pretty
level headed and he thinks things through.  I think he'd be
proud to see his boy being accosted by two little girls.
That would certainly feed his macho image, wouldn't it?"

"You know, it would.  He'd be proud his boy was being
stimulated by a couple of girls.  It is macho.  I'll discuss
it with him when I get home.  You know he often looks at him
when he's in his underwear or that Speedo and says, 'He's a
good looking kid, isn't he? We must have special genes.' 
Maybe you're right.  Maybe he'll agree the more of him we
show off the prouder he'll be."

"Why don't you call him and tell him to stop by here on his
way in from the airport.  We'll discuss it with him here and
I can help you with the argument if need be?"

"Sounds like a plan.  Let me go call him now.  He's got his
cell with him."

Andrea continued to watch her girls play with Steven's penis
while Sharon went into another room to call her husband.  By
her count, the girls had given Steven two dry organisms
while they were talking.  At least his hips left the lounge
chair and thrust up and one would think something exciting
occurred.  She longed to get some time with him herself.  He
was beautiful.

Sharon reentered the kitchen as her friend still gazed at
the goings on at the pool.  It was getting dark, but the
flood lights illuminated their exploration.  "Oh, look, oh
Karen is going to finger his hole.  Look Sharon, his eyes
went wide open while she shoved it in there, then his eyes
closed.  Look he's in nirvana.  Hey, did you see that show
about animals and their babies on one of the nature channels
the other day?"

"How the hell is that pertinent?"

"Well, did you see it or not?"

"No, I didn't see the nature channel show about animals and
their babies," Sharon replied sarcastically.

"Okay, Sharon, don't be a smart ass.  On that show they
talked about mother's grooming their young and licking their
genitals.  Do you know why they licked their babies'
genitals?"

"Yeah, to keep them clean.  Thus the term grooming."

"I used to think that, too, but nope.  They lick them there
and orally stimulate them so they are regular in urinating
and defecating.  Their licking gives the young a good
feeling, but it also causes them to toilet regularly.  It is
also part of the bonding process.  I sure would like to help
Steven be more regular and strengthen our bond.  I'd love to
suck on that little 'popsicle' of his for awhile."

"Shit, Andrea, you are becoming a bona fide pedophile,
aren't you?"

"Noooo, I just think it would help him stay healthy."

"Yeah right."

"Hey, what about Dave.  Is he coming here?" Andrea jerked
the conversation back to the prior discussion.

"Yeah, but he isn't too pleased with the idea of spend time
here.  He feels uncomfortable ever since you and Rob broke
up.  He feels like a fish out of water without another grown
male to hang with.  But, he'll be here sometime around noon
tomorrow." Sharon skeptically replied.

"Good.  Now, what about the kids?  Should we break up the
orgy?"

"I'll call them in."

Sharon called the children in.  A naked seven year old, one
naked eleven year old and a fully clothed twelve year
old—all present and accounted for.  Steven still was
sporting a hard on.  "You gonna keep that thing stiff like
that all night?" she chided her son.  At least he wasn't
crying or complaining, but it was clearly evident he was
still pissed. "Well, young lady, did you have to use the
belt on him again?"

"No, he was very good and did as he was told.  I thought
when Jamie stuck her finger in his ass I was going to have
to warm him up, but he settled down and let her do it." 
Then she whispered to her mother's best friend, "Secretly I
hope he gives me another chance.  I know I can make it hurt
more than the last time."

To which Sharon whispered, "I'm sure you'll get another
chance.  Just keep the belt handy."

His preteen antagonist smiled and slapped the belt against
her own leg to call attention to it.

"Jamie and Steven you need to get a bath and get ready for
bed. Karen you need to bathe them both."  Andrea was getting
things organized.

"At the same time?"

"Yep, put them both in the tub and make sure you get his boy
parts and hole really clean, your sister has been playing
with both so I'm sure a good cleaning is in order.  Jamie's
nightgown is on her bed.  Just look at her.  Sunscreen or
not she's red as a lobster.  She's really erased a lot of
those tan lines today hasn't she.  Look no bra outline on
her little chest and back and her panty line is going away
too.  Maybe we'll let her run naked from now on."  Andrea
assessed their bodies.

"Yeah, but I'm more interested in Steven.  I can't wait
until he browns up.  If his ass, dick and balls can get as
brown as his legs, WOW! Will I show him off?"  Sharon was
truly lusting over her son's nudity.

"I've always told you he was good looking.  Remember, I used
to comment on the size of his penis even when he was just a
baby?  Didn't I tell you he'd be a looker.  Then along about
seven those muscular little legs started shaping up.  I
loved seeing him in short shorts or running around in his
underpants.  But this, who could ask for anything more?" 
Andrea concurred.

"Mom, do I have to get a bath with Jamie?  She's a kid. 
Besides I can wash myself.  I always do."

"Yes, well things have changed.  Yes, you do have to get a
bath with Jamie and I'll be up with Karen's camera to take
pictures of it.  Yes, you do have to let Karen wash you so
we know your penis and testicles are clean and more
importantly so will your anus.  It's important to control
for skid marks on Aunt Andrea's furniture."

"Please Mooommmmm.  Let me take my own bath."

"No and that's final.  Do I need the belt?"

"Did you bring my pajamas or am I sleeping in my underwear?"

"Were you somewhere else when I told you, right out there,
you'd be naked for the next two days?  That means no
clothes.  Nothing.  Not underpants, not pajamas, not
anything. What part of naked is it that you don't
understand."

"Come on Mom, Aunt Andrea is letting Jamie wear her
nightgown."

"Well, Jamie isn't being punished.  She's been naked because
she wants to be.  Is that the way it is with you?"

"No," the boy replied coyly.

"You better get up in the bathroom before Karen decides to
use the belt to usher you in.  Go on now."

"When's Daddy coming home?"

"He'll be here tomorrow for lunch.  Then we're going to talk
about what you've been up to here lately."

"What?"

"Your behavior and my feeling that you need to lose some
modesty and suffer some punishment and humility.  You'll be
there while we talk.  Now, get up to the bathroom."

Almost simultaneously Karen yelled down, "Steven if I have
to come down there you're ass is mine.  Get up here now. 
One, two, thr…." He apparently made it.

Sharon grabbed Karen's camera and followed. The entire
bathing session was to be recorded.  As Karen worked over
the boy's erect penis she filmed the entire scene.  "Karen
where's your mother?"

"Oh, she's downstairs.  She asked me to put Jamie to bed and
send Steven to her in the living room.  She wants to massage
him for awhile and then something weird.  Sounded like she
said something about helping him with licking and urinating
and defecating? Or something like that.  It didn't make
sense."

With that Sharon got a smile on her face and just said,
"Oh."

  
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