This morning, when she exposed me to my sister, I took immense pleasure in the feeling of helplessness that engulfed me when she pulled those panties down my legs. It was humbling, embarrassing and humiliating, but most of all, it was enormously exciting. My sister hadn’t seen me completely naked since before I had dick hair, and when mom exposed me like that, it was a heart stopping experience. I know it sounds strange, but part of the reason I was so turned on was because I felt like I couldn’t stop her — like I had no control over the situation. Honestly speaking, I didn’t want to be in control — not then, and I didn’t want to be in control now, either. There was no question what I wanted at this exact minute….. I wanted her to expose me — just like she did this morning.
“Bobby, which will it be? Would you like to expose yourself, or would you prefer that I pulled your panties down for you?” She asked me again.
“Mom,” I answered, “I want you to.”
“Why, sweetie? Tell me why you want me to pull your panties down?” She asked.
“Because….. because, uh,….” I mumbled.
“Don’t be afraid, sweetheart.” She encouraged me. “Be honest with me. Tell me why you want me to pull your panties down in front of your aunt.”
The whole time this was going on, her big eyes were looking at me waiting for me to say out loud what she already knew. And every time she said that phrase, “pull your panties down” I got a little harder and the desire for her to actually do it got painfully stronger.
“Are you ashamed?” She asked. “Is that it?”
“No.” I said.
“Well, are you embarrassed?” She asked.
“No.” I said, shaking my head from side to side.
“No, I wouldn’t think so.” She said to me. “You have a magnificent cock, baby. You have no reason to ever be embarrassed about it.”
I took a breath and was about to beg her to pull down my panties when she spoke again.
“Did you like the way I did it this morning?” She asked. “Did you like the way I made you stand in front of your big sister? Did you like the way she looked at you wearing her panties? Did you see the way she was staring at your cock, Bobby? And did you see the way she gasped when I pulled those cute little pink panties down your legs and your cock popped out in front of her? Come on, sweetie; are you strong enough to admit it? Did you like the way I pulled your panties down and exposed you to your sister this morning?”
“Yes, mom.” I answered, trying to catch a breath. Her words alone were enough to help me remember the way I felt then, how much I loved it and how much I wanted her to do it again.
“Tell your aunt how much you liked it, Bobby.” She instructed me. “You and I both know you loved it, but I want her to hear it from you. Look her in the eyes and tell her in your own words how much you loved it.”
I was struggling with so many emotions at that exact moment. My mother’s words struck directly in the center of my being and they were meant to make me confess my desires out loud and in my own words.
I felt flushed with shame and desire. What she did to me in the kitchen with my sister, or better said — what I allowed her to do, was almost the pinnacle of excitement for me. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to live through, and, undoubtedly one of the most exciting, too.
I took a deep breath and looked at Aunt Brenda. “I loved it,” I said, “…. everything about it. I loved the way she moved me in front of Linda; it made me feel like I was the center of attention. I loved the way she didn’t give me say in the matter, she just stripped me. And, I loved the way I felt when she finally did it. When I was standing naked in front of Linda, I felt fulfilled.” As my words trailed off, I turned to look at my mother, who had a knowing and kind smile on her face.
“You liked it because it made you feel powerless, Bobby.” She said in a loving tone. “You liked it because you got to have your fantasy by allowing yourself to be submissive. Right?”
I nodded my head. Mom stood and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Thank you for being honest, sweetheart. I love you for that.” She said.
Mom turned to my aunt and said, “He’s so much like his uncle.”
My aunt agreed with her, and then turning to me Aunt Brenda asked, “Is it okay if your mom lowers your panties now so I can see you, Bobby?”
I could only nod my head up and down. As I did, my mom’s hands went to the waistband of my panties and she slowly, but deliberately, pulled them down leaving me standing in front of them completely exposed. When mom pulled her hands away, I felt my face burn from blushing so intensely.
My cock sprang free and presented itself to my aunt. All the emotions from this morning flooded over me and it was a complete replay of the morning’s episode in front of my eager sister. However, this time, there was no mistaking the fact that I actually asked my mother strip me.
Mom moved silently behind me, took hold of my wrists and held them to my side. My heart was about to thump out of my chest as she held my arms still, keeping me from covering myself. “Now, stand like that,” she whispered, “and let her look at you all she wants. Let her see your nice, firm cock. Let her admire you, sweetheart, and while she does, I want you to think about how much you love being looked at.” Then in a very light whisper, too low for my aunt to hear, she said, “You might as well get comfortable with this, sweetie. This won’t be the last time you’ll be on display like this.”
After a minute or so, mom walked around me and sat on the bed next to my aunt. “Isn’t he magnificent!” Mom said to her as she reached down to pick up the pants that were puddled around my ankles. I stepped out of them and she tossed them into the chair across from us.
Then Mom reached out and put her finger on the tip of my cock and pulled it back. Looking curiously at her finger she said, “Why, Bobby! I’m surprised you’re not leaking. I can’t believe it.” She turned to smile at my aunt, saying, “Maybe you should check, too.”
When Aunt Brenda touched me, I felt an electric charge. She wasn’t as gentle as my mother or my sister had been. As she grasped my shaft, I felt her grip me tightly and a deep moan escaped my lips. I really needed to cum badly!
Aunt Brenda pumped me a few times and in short order raised a big drop of precum at the tip of my cock. “Oh, look! You did it!” My mother exclaimed. “Be careful though, Brenda. He’ll spray cum all over you if you don’t take it easy there.”
While Aunt Brenda continued to pump me, my mother stood to my side. As she and I looked down to watch my aunt, mom told me how much she enjoyed watching my aunt handle me and how cute I looked standing there with my panties down around my knees. “It’s been a while since your Aunt had a cock that young in her hands.” Mom stated. “Let’s let her play for a few minutes and then we’ll help you cum, baby. We’re not going to torture you much longer.”
“He’s adorable, Sherri.” My aunt murmured as she fondled my cock. After a few seconds she added, “He’s so long and hard, too! And, I absolutely can’t get over how well he minds you — standing there so still….” Then looking up at me she asked, “I bet you want to cum pretty bad by now, huh?”
“Yes,” I said softly, “really bad.”
“Oh, I bet you do. I can feel it!” My aunt replied. Then turning to my mother, Aunt Brenda said, “We’ll have to watch him closely from now on, Sherri. He’s exactly like his Uncle Mike, that’s for sure.”
My mother laughed and replied “Well, I guess we’ll soon find out, wont we.” They both snickered and looked at me as if they knew something I didn’t know.
“We’re gonna let you cum soon, sweetheart.” Mom informed me. “We can’t have you ejaculating all over the place during your procedures, so your aunt and I are going to help empty you out. You won’t mind that, will you?” My mother asked.
“No, not at all.” I answered, elated that she was finally going to let me cum.
“I didn’t think you’d mind.” Mom said, patting my chest and smiling.
“Come over here, Bobby.” Aunt Brenda asked, motioning me over to her. With my panties pulled down to my knees, I shuffled over to her and she sat me down on the bed. Then, she reached out for my hand and looked directly into my eyes. “Here, I want you to feel something.”
Aunt Brenda stepped directly in front of me and to my wonderment, guided my hand under her skirt and then held it directly against the gusset of her panties. I felt the warmth of her vagina against my hand as she held it there. Then very slowly, she pressed my hand up against her slit and I felt how moist she was.
“Your mom and I have this little game we used to play with her brother, uh, I mean your Uncle Mike.” She said. “It used to get him all worked up and when we finally let him cum, he would always have the strongest cums. We thought we would play the same game with you and see if you like it as much as he did.”
Mother moved behind Aunt Brenda, reached down to the hem of my aunt’s skirt and lifted it up to her waist. Once her skirt was up, Aunt Brenda spread her feet apart and pressed my hand deeper into her crotch. “The idea here is that you have to make me cum before we’ll make you cum. But,” she warned, “we’re not going to make it that easy for you. And since we don’t have a lot of time to waste, you’re going to have to learn to read my signals quickly. Understand?”