The Andersons were a rather unique family. They were quite open-minded, liberal, and forward thinkers. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were well educated, both having graduated from Abberville College with honors. Mr. Anderson went on to law school and was now a very successful lawyer, quickly becoming an associate partner of Wagner, Cronenberg, Tenyari, and Orblover, a rather successful and well-regarded firm specializing in divorce, mortgage, and estate law. And, being a lawyer, Mr. Anderson was a man who knew his rights.
Alex and Donna Anderson, however, were very concerned about their children. Well, they weren't really children any more. Mary was 18 and Jeff was 20. They were both now themselves college students. Jeff was attending Templeton, whereas Mary was attending Abberville, just like her parents. Alex and Donna were quite pleased with that, but their concern was that Jeff and Mary weren't excelling in their studies as the two of them had done when they were themselves at Abberville. Neither of their kids appeared to have the discipline, the motivation, to truly succeed in life. They couldn't live forever off the success, the income, the savings, that Mr. Anderson had struggled to accumulate through his own hard work. They needed to learn that someday they would be on their own and would have to fend for themselves, yet their grades in college were worse than their grades had been in high school. If not for Mr. Anderson's connections, and perhaps Mrs. Anderson's charm during the admissions interviews, Mary and Jeff might not have even been admitted. Yet, here they were, squandering and frittering away an opportunity that would be coveted by so many other young adults.
They were at a loss for what to do, until one day when Mary, home for summer vacation after having completed her first year at Abberville, told them about a new pedagogical technique implemented this past year, called The Program (see "Naked at College"). Mr. Anderson was very intrigued by this apparent innovation in the training, education, and development of today's youth, and he asked Mary to obtain some pamphlets and texts on the method. Mary was not too happy to hear about that. She had only told her father about it because it was such a strange and provocative event. She hadn't imagined that he would actually be interested in it. She had assume that he would just be shocked, if not appalled. But she did as her father had instructed. She wasn't the most hard working daughter but she was never openly defiant or disobedient.
Mr. Anderson learned that the primary purpose of The Program was to help develop personal growth, adjustment, and self-esteem. However, as he read more and more material, particularly the original papers of Mr. Peters from Templeton College, he discovered that some variation of this approach could also be used to develop better self-discipline, motivation, and dedication. Yes, they would have to try this at home. After all, discipline does begin at home.
He discussed it with his wife, Donna. She was surprisingly excited about the idea, although perhaps Alex should not have been so surprised. Donna had always been the more liberal, the more open-minded, the more free thinker, of the two. She always liked to try new things, even daring things. It had in fact been Donna's idea to join The Enthusiasts Club, and that had turned out pretty good, for the both of them.
Mr. Anderson announced his plans after dinner the following day.
Mary and Jeff were shocked, to say the least. They exclaimed, almost in unison, "Naked?" "We're supposed to be naked?" "No clothes?!" "You want us to get naked?" "Are you nuts?!"
Their appalled astonishment was perhaps understandable, but that last comment, from Jeff, was precisely the problem. Children should not say such things to their parents, even when they are young adults. It's just so disrespectful!
"No, no," Mr. Anderson replied, trying to settle the storm down. "Just Jeffrey." Mr. and Mrs. Anderson had decided that Jeff would be the first to participate.
"What?!" Jeff protested.
Mary smiled.
Mr. Anderson added, "And, Jeff, we, your parents, are not nuts. We are just concerned, as any parents would be."
Mrs. Anderson added, "The two of you have so much potential to accomplish so much in life. We just wish the best for you and we want to do everything within our power to make your dreams come true."
"Yea, well," Jeff retorted, "What if I don't agree. What if I just won't do it."
"That's not a problem at all," Mr. Anderson replied matter-of-factly. "You're an adult. You're both at least eighteen. You don't have to do what we say anymore."
Jeff smiled. It was so cool being an adult.
"But, if you won't consider our request, if you won't at least give it a try, well, I suppose, we might just reconsider funding your college education."
Jeff shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't too interested in college anyway.
That did, though, make Mary a little nervous. She really liked going to college. She didn't like studying, that's for sure, but she sure liked the independence of college, meeting new people, the parties, and all of it was for free. It was like having a four-year vacation. And, she had just started! Jeff might be willing to toss it aside, as he was almost done. He's already had his fun. But, Mary needn't worry, at least not about Jeff.
"And," Mr. Anderson added, "I suspect that we would have to reconsider your monthly stipend." He called it a stipend. It was essentially an allowance, but stipend seemed like a better term for someone who was twenty years old. "Plus, I suspect you might need to consider looking for an apartment of your own and I expect that you will need to find some form of employment to pay for all of it. Of course, we will be very happy to help you pack."
Jeff knew that his father had him there. He really did need the stipend. Plus, he wasn't about to get a job, at least not until after he graduated and, frankly, at this point he had no idea what that job might be. With considerable reluctance and resignation, he responded, "Well, alright then." Once he said it he couldn't believe he had.
"Excellent!" Mr. Anderson said. "Isn't that just wonderful, honey?"
"Yes, dear, it is," Mrs. Anderson agreed, trying to suppress a smile. She could not help feeling a bit apprehensive about this, having her son be naked in the house. Of course, though, she had seen both of her children naked many, many times before. But that had been quite a long time ago. It would naturally be quite a bit different now that they were all grown up. Still, she would have to admit that she was a bit curious about Jeff, now that he was a young man. That was in part why she was quite happy to have him go first, although she might not have been fully conscious of how interested and curious she was.
"Alright then," Mr. Anderson exclaimed. "Let's get started. As I said, we've decided, the missus and I, that Jeff would start it off. If you wouldn't mind, Jeff, you can remove your clothes and lay them, nicely folded, on the sideboard."
"Right now?!"
"Now is as good a time as any. Why don't you in fact stand over there, at the entranceway to the dining room and remove them there, right by the sideboard. That way the whole family can have a pretty good view."
Jeff at first just shook his head. This was so unbelievable, so ridiculous, so screwed up on so many levels. He had heard, of course, of The Program at Abberville and in fact had thought of visiting his sister there, on a Monday, when they usually held a demonstration. He had even imagined the pleasure it would be to see his little sister be a participant. More than once he had suggested that she perhaps volunteer to be a participant, but she just gave him a look, and not a particularly friendly look. He had never imagined that someday he would become a participant.
It was at least within the privacy of their home, thank goodness for that. That was some consolation. Actually, that was quite a bit of consolation. It would be far, far worse to have to do something like this in front of all of his friends, in front of strangers, and in front of the faculty at college. He couldn't imagine ever having to do that.
But this was still in front of his mother and, worse yet, Mary! How ironic it was. Just last week he was teasing her about being a participant in The Program next year, and then likely sneaking onto campus to get a peek at his naked younger sister. Now the tables were quite fully turned. As he got up from the table he glanced over at Mary, and he was not particularly happy to see that there was a bit of a smirk on her face.
"Mary doesn't have to be here for this, does she?"
"Well, yes, of course, Jeffrey," his father replied. "She is part of the family, after all. We can't leave her out, and doing so would, of course, be entirely inconsistent with the spirit and nature of The Program." He turned to Mary. "Wouldn't it, pumpkin?"
Mary now openly smiled. "Yes it would, daddy. Yes it would."
"Yes, yes, very much so. I always say, if you're going to do something, do it right. Now hip hop boy! Everyone has plans for this evening and the dining room table will not clear itself off."
Jeff strode slowly and reluctantly over to the entrance into the hallway that joins the kitchen and dining room. He tried to tell himself things that made it feel better, or at least less worse. It was always helpful to downward compare. Someplace, somewhere, somebody was having it worse than him right now and they were making it through that tough time. So would he, eventually. He in fact thought about rumors he had heard regarding Miss Harding's methods of discipline at Templeton (see "Miss Harding provides a demonstration"). He avoided her classes precisely for that reason. Not only did boys have to remove their clothes, they were even spanked and masturbated, or at least so went the rumors. Nothing like that was going to happen here.
Once he got to his destination he slowly removed his clothes. First came the shirt, which he carefully folded on the sideboard, as his father had instructed. He would normally just toss his clothes aside, much to the annoyance of Mrs. Anderson. But he knew if he did anything like that now this whole experience could get much worse, if that was possible.
He removed his shoes, carefully placing them aside. He then asked, "Can I at least keep on my socks? My feet will get cold."
Mr. Anderson furrowed his brow. Jeff was no longer a boy. He was a man now and should be able to handle chilly toes.
But, Mrs. Anderson interceded before her husband could deny her son at least this small bit of comfort. "Yes, yes, that will be fine, Jeffrey. We don't want you catching a cold."
It was a small victory, but small victories were about all that Jeff could hope for.
Mary's eyes widened as she watched her brother work on his belt and slacks. She had seen participants in The Program while at college, but only a few of them and each time not for very long. None had ever been in any of her classes, as she was just a freshman and participants were typically chosen from the more senior classes. She would only catch glimpses of them as they made their way to their next class, and even then they were typically surrounded by quite a crowd. Still, though, she had gotten a few good peeks that were pretty darned entertaining, but none of them measured up to actually being this close, this intimate, and this was even with her haughty brother! She broke into a smile as she watched Jeffrey slide his slacks down his legs and then carefully fold and lay them on the table.
Jeff turned to face his family, now wearing only his briefs and socks. He avoided eye contact with his sister, but not with his mother. He looked to her for his final reprieve. "Must I really do this, mums?"
As a boy he had called her mums. He hadn't used that endearment for years, and it did touch and pull on Mrs. Anderson's heart. She looked to her husband, who did not betray any reaction in his expression. He didn't need to.
It isn't easy being a parent. There are so many times when one has to make the tough choices, when one has to deny your children, the ones you love so very much, something that they appear to so desperately want, or demand of them something they so desperately loath or fear to do. It's all about being a good and proper parent and making the right choices. Mr. Anderson knew that, and so did his wife.
Donna did hesitate. She did look to her husband. But, she also made the right choice, the right decision. "Take down your briefs, Jeffrey," she intoned with her most authoritative voice.
"Mums, please," he implored.
She warned, "Would you prefer that your sister pull them down?" Mrs. Anderson turned to her daughter. "Mary, why don't you get up there and help your brother. He seems to need the assistance of his little sister to get his undies down."
He certainly didn't want that, and without further hesitation he quickly pulled them down and off, keeping himself hidden with his left hand as he folded his briefs and laid them on his slacks. He turned back to his family. His father scolded, "Take your hand away, son. Be a man."
Somehow Jeff didn't feel terribly much like a man right now. He felt more like a kid again. When he was little he would have to take off all of his clothes, and at times even when his sister was present. He had not minded when he was little, but as he grew physically he grew psychologically to dislike it. Well, being full grown now he really, really didn't like it. "Listen, I promise to buckle down in school next semester."
This is what his father wanted to hear, but he knew his son would promise just about anything right now.
"You know, Alex," Mrs. Anderson suggested, "Perhaps Jeffrey is right."
'At last,' Jeff thought. He knew his mother would weaken. She never followed through on any punishment, at least when he gave her those pleading looks. His mother was such a pushover. "Thanks, mums," he said.
"Yes, I'm not so sure it would be right to have him be naked in front of his sister. Mary, why don't you get a pair of your panties for him to put on. I think he'll feel better in those, and perhaps a brassiere as well. That would make a cute picture, don't you think, Alex?"
Jeff sighed in defeat and removed his hand, exposing to his family, his mother, his sister, his penis and testicles. He never felt so embarrassed, so humiliated.
And Mary didn't help by immediately giggling. She had seen men's parts before. She was not a slut by any means, but she had seen her share and usually they were in a much more impressive state. Jeffrey's penis looked a little silly all curled up. He wasn't even circumcised and so his penis appeared to be tucked away in its own little comforter.
"Now Mary," her mother admonished, "Don't laugh at your brother's penis. It's not polite."
"Yes, mother," Mary replied, having considerable difficulty stifling any further giggling, but knowing that laughter might just put her right beside her brother.
"Alright then, Jeffrey," his father instructed. "You will remain without clothes for the rest of the evening and you must remain in the presence of at least one member of the family at all times. Is that understood?"
"Yes, father," he replied.
"Alright then, let's get the dining room table cleared and the dishes washed."
The next few minutes proceeded as they usually did after a family meal, with the boys helping to clear off the table and the women in the kitchen starting the dishes. Jeff's face was at first beet red as he carried dirty plates, pots, bowls, glasses, and silverware into the kitchen, wearing only his socks. But, after all, as long as he kept his eyes averted from Mary, it actually wasn't that entirely horrible. After the initial shock was over, one could perhaps get used to it. After all, these were his parents. How odd or perverse is it for one's parents to see you naked? His sister was a different story, but he managed to avoid noticing her, although she was clearly noticing him, and quite a bit of him.
When the table was cleared the men would then shift to wiping, drying and putting things away as the ladies continued the washing. Mr. Anderson would often volunteer to help wash, and would at times suggest that his wife really shouldn't be doing anything at all. But, she did in fact prefer to wash the dishes herself. Alex did a fine job when he washed, but never quite up to the standard that Donna preferred. And, she didn't really mind. Cleaning the dishes and putting them away was itself a family event, or at least it had been before their children had become teenagers and began to insist that they had more important things to do, like their homework, which both parents fully knew was just an excuse for them to escape to the safety and privacy of their bedrooms.
Tonight, though, was different. Jeff was fully engaged in the drying, and even Mary made no attempt to get out of it. Of course, Mary was there primarily to ogle her brother, particularly his cute, taut, white bottom. It was interesting how it subtly wiggled as he dried a plate. That really wasn't so noticeable when he was wearing pants.
Jeff though found the wiping and drying to be a moment of respite, as he could stand close to the kitchen counter, effectively hiding his personal parts. Of course, he knew his bare butt was open to the eyes of his sister, but as long as kept his mind on the task he kept it off of his embarrassment. In fact, his mother noticed that this evening he was doing a remarkably splendid job of drying off the plates. He had typically been quite lax in his effort. For some reason, this evening, he was really applying himself, making sure that each plate, each utensil, was thoroughly and definitely dry before he handed it to his father to be put away.
Mrs. Anderson asked Mary, "Honey, when are your little friends coming over to play?"
Jeff's eyes widened with shock, and anxiety.
"Mother," Mary implored, "they are not my 'little friends.' Goodness sakes, we're all eighteen, college girls. And, we're not going to play. We're just going to hang around awhile, and then go out."
"Yes, yes, dear, of course, but must you go out every night?"
"What is there to do here?"
Mrs. Anderson paused in her washing to look directly at her daughter. "Honey, don't say things like that. Please, we're family. We can play a game of cards, or something."
"Yea, right," Mary responded sarcastically. "That's exactly what my friends want to do, play cards with my parents."
Mrs. Anderson sighed deeply. The way Mary was behaving she wondered if perhaps she should be the first one to participate in the Anderson Program. But, it's too late to change that now. "Well, you don't have to get snippy, dear."
"No, mother," Mary acknowledged, realizing that perhaps she might have gone too far in speaking so sarcastically. She had done so many times before, but with Jeff naked before her, she could quite vividly see what might be in store for her.
"How about with your brother?"
"What?" Mary responded.
"What?" Jeff responded.
"Excellent idea," Mr. Anderson responded. "Let Jeff play with you. He's not going out this evening."
"Daddy," Mary reiterated, "we're not going to be playing." It was an instinctive response to her father's infantile way of addressing her, and to his suggestion. In actuality, the roles were rather reversed. It was Jeff who had always been admonished in the past to let Mary play with him. She adored him when she was little, but he kept brushing her aside. And, as soon as she finished her sentence, she realized that this could indeed be fun, much more fun than even when she was little. "But, you know, I think that it would fine for Jeffrey to play with us. We can maybe play a game, or something."
Jeff was astonished. "Are you kidding?!"
"Oh Mary, that's so sweet of you," Mrs. Anderson replied. She was also reminded when Mary so much enjoyed playing with her brother.
"C'mon guys, don't I have a say in this?" Jeff implored.
"No, not really," his father answered. "And besides," having the same recollection most everyone in the room was having, "You hardly ever would let your sister play with you and your friends. I think it's only fitting that you play with her friends now." He turned to Mary. "When are they coming over?" She had never gotten to answering that question.
"Well, pretty soon, actually."
"Wonderful," Mr. Anderson said. "Won't that be fun. Just like when you were kids again," although none of Mary's friends were still kids. They were all eighteen, just like Mary.
Ding, ding...ding, ding. It was the doorbell. At least one of Mary's friends had arrived. "You go answer the door, Mary," Mrs. Anderson instructed. "Jeff can finish up the dishes with me. When all your friends have arrived, I'll send him up."
"Yes, mother," Mary gleefully replied, in small part because she got out of doing more dishes but in large part because she couldn't wait to tell her friends. She dashed off for the front door, leaving Jeff with his parents
As soon as she left Jeff tried to press his case. "Mother, must I really?"
Mrs. Anderson sighed with disappointment, and frustration. "Jeffrey, you sound just like you did when you were a boy, refusing to play with your sister and her friends. I would hope that now that you are all grown up you would be more mature and considerant. You know how much they adore you."
One of them, Patsy Emerson, did in fact "adore" him when she was younger. She had a crush on him. But, obviously, that was years ago. His mother didn't seem to appreciate that it was doubtful that they did still "adore" him and, in fact, that wasn't really the point, was it? "Mother, that's hardly the point. The point is that I'm naked, for goodness sake!"
"Well, you should have thought about that while you were frittering away at college, letting your grades slip. Now, as your father instructed, be a man and take your punishment."
Jeff was silent during the rest of the dish washing. He was reminded of the movie, "Dead Man Walking." Well, that was perhaps a bit melodramatic. He wasn't facing a death sentence. Obviously, anyone on death row would trade positions with him in a second. But, still, each time the door bell rang, it seemed to toll for him.
By the sound of the bells as times passed, or at least absence of sound for some time, it seemed that all of Mary's friends had arrived by the time they were done with the dishes. Mrs. Anderson then prepared a serving of cookies for Jeff to bring up to the girls. They were not home made cookies. It was just Oreo cookies on a serving platter, along with four bottles of cola, each with a straw. The doorbell had rang three times, and so Mrs. Anderson naturally assumed that Mary had three visitors. She wasn't entirely sure that all of them would like the cola. Milk is a much better choice for Oreo cookies than cola, but she remembered how embarrassed and annoyed Mary had been when she came up to her room earlier this summer with a tray of milk and cookies. As Mary explained, milk was for kids.
With considerable trepidation, Jeff left the kitchen with the tray of cola and cookies. A bit of the trepidation was due to the difficulty in keeping the colas balanced on the tray. He had no real experience as a waiter. Plus, his socks were a bit slippery on the hard wood floor of the hallway, and then he faced walking up the stairs to his sister's bedroom. Still, the worse part was that he was slowly but surely walking to his doom. He wasn't Dead Man Walking, but he did feel like Naked Man Walking.
When he reached his sister's bedroom on the second floor he could hear the girls whispering and tittering inside. He had to figure that they were talking about him. He moved the tray a bit away from his body and inspected himself. His penis was still all squirreled and shriveled up. He considered trying to make it a bit bigger before he entered his sister's bedroom, but he dreaded even more the thought of getting caught doing so. Plus, what if they sensed that he was partly erect?
He couldn't really knock with his hands, holding the tray of colas and cookies, nor could he effectively knock with his stocking feet. He called out. "Hey, I've got some cookies for you!"
The girls felt that he certainly did, although they wouldn't really refer to his stuff as cookies. Perhaps, though, from now on a couple of them would.
Patsy scrambled to the door to open it up for Jeff. The eyes of the other two girls, Gloria and Sara, lit up and their hearts raced. Mary turned her face away in anticipation. The obvious delight of her friends made her brother's nudity seem quite a bit more prurient than it had been with her parents.
Patsy gleefully opened the door. Her eyes went wide, her mouth fell open, and her free hand went to her mouth with shock, amusement, and glee at the sight of Mary's older brother, standing right there in the doorway, holding a tray of sodas and cookies, entirely naked. Well, with the exception of his socks.
Jeff was a reasonably attractive boy. He was about five feet, 10 inches. He was in pretty good shape, with excellent muscle tone. He was in fact on the track team at college (he specialized in the pole vault). He also had rather handsome features. His face was nicely symmetrical, he had a strong, firm chin with masculine, dark stubble, thick eye lashes, alluring brown eyes, and thick, wavy brown hair. But, much of that was perhaps offset by his still anxious, withdrawn, and rather little penis.
Patsy though was reminded of how much, and why, she had a crush on Jeff when she was younger. He did still look like the handsome guy she had remembered, perhaps even more so now that he had grown into a young man, with all that dark masculine stubble along his jawbone and chin. And, well, frankly, he was even cuter entirely naked. His arms and chest were rather muscular, and she thought his penis looked very cute. "Goodness, Mary, Jeff has certainly all grown up," she said with a bit of coquettish flirtation in her voice.
"Well, not all of him, by the looks of it," Sara disagreed, a comment that resulted in a considerable amount of giggling and tittering among the three girls on the bed, including Jeff's sister.
Jeff glared and Patsy came to his defense. "That's not fair, girls. It is a little chilly this evening and he's probably feeling a bit nervous."
Jeff appreciated Patsy's comment. He might have in fact dated her if she wasn't such a close friend of his sister, although back then, when she had the crush on him he wouldn't have dated anyone so much younger and immature than him. A two year difference though is no longer that striking or meaningful at his current age. He had indeed grown up, as she suggested, and so had Patsy. He wondered if perhaps he should have dated her, as he could see that she was a very pretty girl, with long straight blonde hair, rosy red and dimpled cheeks, sparkling green eyes, large curved lashes, and very kissable pursed lips. Plus, she had filled out rather well, and her breasts were being rather prominently displayed this evening in a tight, form fitting sweater. Patsy definitely had rather large round boobs. The way they stood out from her chest it just seemed like she wanted you to handle and squeeze them or at least certainly admire them. Jeff felt his balls and penis stirring at the thought, and he quickly looked away. It can be difficult enough to hide an erection within boxers and slacks, a not uncommon problem for many of the boys at Templeton. Hiding any such reaction now would be quite impossible, to say the least.
"C'mon, Jeff," Sara admonished, "bring the tray over here and serve your guests."
He was obviously hoping that he could just leave the tray on Mary's desk or vanity table, but realistically he knew he wasn't going to be that lucky. With considerable apprehension he strode over to the bed, the tray of colas and cookies presented for their pleasure on the tray, his penis and testicles for their amusement, and perhaps pleasure, below the tray.
As he made his way to the bed Patsy really couldn't resist the temptation. A boy's bottom was a really very engaging sight: both masculine in its tautness and boyishly innocent in its soft roundness. She gave him a few playful, encouraging pats on his bare butt, leaving her hand there for a bit after the last pat.
"Patsy!" Mary exclaimed in protest. She was still finding it a bit difficult to be sharing the nakedness of her brother with her friends, but she was now at least stealing glances and had noticed Patsy's indiscretion. She wasn't protesting to defend or protect Jeff. It just seemed a little too weird to actually be touching, and even fondling, her brother, particularly in her presence. Plus, she asserted, "Students aren't supposed to touch participants in The Program."
Patsy did let go but retorted, "But we're not at school now."
"Yea, well, I don't think my parents would like it."
Gloria, the third of Mary's three visiting friends, suggested, "But they're not here right now, are they."
"Yea, well, what if he got..." Mary couldn't finish the sentence.
"Oh my goodness," Patsy exclaimed, and all three of her friends giggled over that, stealing nervous and excited glances at Jeff's limp penis hidden from his eyes beneath the tray but certainly not from theirs, imagining it actually getting stiff and hard. "C'mon," Jeff complained, "take these bottles before I spill them, okay?"
Patsy took hers, giving him another playful pat on the bottom, and then went around to the other side of the bed to climb aboard.
Gloria, sitting at the back edge of the bed next to Jeff, took two of the bottles, handing one over to Mary, who was seated the farthest way from Jeff, on Patsy's side.
Sara slid over to the front edge of the bed, to get closer to the tray. She looked up at Jeff with her large round blue eyes, looking mournfully plaintive, "and can I have your cookies too, Jeffrey?"
"Help yourself," he glumly replied, leaning forward and bringing the tray down a bit.
"That's so sweet of you," she innocently replied and reached under the tray to lightly cup his testicles.
"Hey!" Jeff squealed, lurching suddenly at the quite disconcerting feel of the girl's soft fingers on his testicles. It was not at all an unpleasant feeling, but it was quite surprising, and he almost spilled the contents of the tray. Fortunately, Sara had reached at the same time for the remaining cola with her other hand.
"Sara!" Patsy was now protesting, not because she objected in principle to Jeff being fondled but because if she couldn't do it then certainly Sara shouldn't be able to. Frankly, she was rather jealous.
Sara, however, did not remove her fingers. She was in fact lightly caressing the young man's testicles, much to the shocked eyes of the other girls. She explained, still looking into Jeff's eyes, "I don't really like Oreo cookies. I like nuts instead."
Jeff didn't know quite how to react. He supposed he should be very angry and offended, and he could easily just step away. But, when does the feel of a girl's fingers fondling one's testicles not feel good? And, Sara's fingers were really quite nice, if not though a bit ticklish.
Mary though, more assertively, whacked Sara on the shoulder. "Stop that!"
Sara let go and gave Mary a scowl. "You didn't have to hit me."
"Yea, well, that's my brother, for goodness sake."
Sara would not be put off. "But he has such pretty nuts, don't you think, and I bet they're all so juicy and creamy inside, just like candy nuts."
"Shut up!" Mary admonished, but it was evident that she was a minority at this little party. The other three girls were thinking it might be kind of nice to crack Jeff's nuts open, not in the traditional sense of cracking nuts, but in a much more playful, enjoyable way of getting at the tasty cream prize hidden inside.
"Well, if we can't play with him, what can we do with him?" Sara protested. She had a point there. What was the point of having a naked boy in the room if you couldn't play with him?
Gloria though had a solution. She was also an Abberville student and knew the rules of The Program, if they were in fact beholden to adhere to them even when they were off campus. "We're not supposed to touch him but we can ask him to do things for us." That was indeed correct. Participants in The Program were required to honor respectful requests on the part of a student.
"Great!" Sara exclaimed. "Jeffrey, we want you to give yourself a boner, right now."
"Sara! My gosh!" Mary protested. But, she was outnumbered and simply had no valid rejoinder. Gloria was indeed correct. Mary though really, really didn't know if she was at all comfortable with her brother getting an erection in front of her, or her friends, and especially not in front of her with her friends there. This just did seem really inappropriate, and wrong.
"Yes, c'mon," Gloria encouraged, "and you have to do it without touching yourself."
"And, still holding the tray," Sara added, "so we can have cookies while we watch it get bigger, and bigger, and bigger."
"How big will it get?" Gloria asked.
Mary's and Patsy's faces turned red in response to that question. Jeff's face was already red, and perhaps couldn't get much redder.
Jeff knew some of the rules of The Program. He certainly knew the rule Gloria was referring to, and he knew that he had imagined using that rule to his own advantage if his sister was ever a participant, but he also knew that only Abberville students had the authority to ask for something, if he had in fact ever showed up on the Abberville campus.
Frankly, he was feeling rather confused by all this. On the one hand the girls were clearly making fun of him, playing with him at his own expense, to say the least. On the other hand, what boy wouldn't enjoy showing off his erection to a bunch of giggling girls. It would certainly get rid of his embarrassing limpness and might in fact shut them up. Their giggles would likely turn to embarrassed self-conscious confusion at the sight of a big hard manly cock. They were, after all, only freshwomen. All of them were eighteen, but they were still teenagers. He was twenty years old, a real man.
But, this was also something he had never tried before. He had felt that he had tried quite a number of different things, at least when it came to sex. How difficult would it be to stand naked and will yourself to have an erection? He was about to find out. Plus, he had to do it with four pairs of eyes all glued to his dick, including his sister's (although he did notice that she kept glancing away). Talk about performance pressure. This was considerably more difficult than even the pole vault. He typically did much better at the pole vault in practice than at an event, when he was under the scrutiny of a big crowd, watching intently his every step and move. Well, there was never in fact a big crowd at a Templeton track competition. But, still, the eyes of an audience did make him feel self-conscious, and these ones were not even necessarily supportive or encouraging eyes.
He was, though, actually wrong about that. All but one of the girls fully wanted him to get an erection, and especially Patsy. She was really very, very curious what it would look like. Mary was the one with strong doubts. She again averted her eyes.
Jeff closed his, trying to blot out from his mind the fact that he was standing in front of these girls. Just like in track he tried imagining the successful outcome, playing through his mind a perfect pole vault performance, but this time he concentrated on developing a rapidly swelling cock, quickly growing to a full, hard stiffness. It wasn't a bad idea in principle, perhaps, but he didn't usually think about a hard cock when he wanted to get one himself. In any case, it just wasn't working. It also didn't help that he could hear a bit of tittering, as well as hear and feel one or two of the girls getting a cookie off the tray.
"Goodness," Sara exclaimed, "Does Jeffrey have this problem with the pole vault? I've never seen him use his pole before. That would be kind of funny if his pole went limp at a meet as well."
Mary and Gloria giggled at that, but Patsy didn't. "Don't be mean," Patsy admonished.
Sara looked over at Patsy, smiled, and said, "You really want to see your little boyfriend get a big bad boner, don't you."
"Shut-up!" But, there was obviously considerable truth to that and Patsy's face turned a deeper red.
Jeff switched to a different tactic. Sometimes when he got nervous speaking in front of a crowd he would imagine some of the audience being naked. His parents had suggested that. It did in fact help to distract his mind from their judgmental eyes, and the idea frankly made pretty good sense here.
He imagined the girls slowly removing their clothes before him. He particularly imagined his sister having to take her clothes off, wondering what those cute little bubbies would look like all naked. And, of course, he would make Sara bend over in front of him, perhaps even reach back and spread her cheeks. He opened his eyes a little bit, just a teeny bit, to remind himself what these girls looked like, to better imagine them in his mind as naked, and he caught sight of Patsy, her tight sweater, within which her rather large breasts were thrusting out. His dick began to swell as he imagined seeing Patsy's naked breasts, her pussy, imagining her fondling his balls, his cock, imagining those sweet pretty girlish lips wrapped around his cock.
"Ooooooh," Gloria intoned, "somebody is waking up."
His cock was indeed gaining strength. It was like watching a trunk grow in fast motion film. It was in fact a rather impressive sight to see his penis slowly expanding, swelling, gaining strength and stiffness, slowly growing up from a limp penis into a more stout, proud, stiff, protruding cock. The girls were quite impressed, even Mary.
"Yes, and I know why," Sara suggested, noticing where Jeff was peeking. "Jeff's being inspired by Patsy's boobies."
"Sara!" Patsy and Mary exclaimed in unison.
Jeff immediately closed his eyes, embarrassed over the fact that he had been caught, and for the moment lost his momentum.
"See what you did," Gloria complained. "He stopped."
He had indeed. His dick was essentially at half-mast, moving neither up nor down, like a crane whose gears had become stuck.
"Well Patsy," Sara suggested, "why don't you give him some inspiration?"
"Why don't I," Patsy defiantly responded. "Look, Jeffrey," she gaily offered.
As Jeff opened his eyes he was greeted with the delightful pleasure of seeing Patsy raising up her sweater to show him her boobs. They were still encased within her brassiere, but the packaging was almost as desirable and pleasing to the eye as the melons hidden within. Patsy was wearing a very colorful, flowery cotton brassiere whose round cups were really quite fetching. Brassieres are really quite wonderful garments, as they not only provide a very pleasingly round shape to boobs, they bedazzle them with such feminine finery and enticing allure.It was finally Sara's turn to be shocked. "Patsy!" She couldn't believe Patsy would do such a thing, although she had goaded her into it, and Patsy was known for being rather impulsive.
Mary and Gloria were rather shocked as well, particularly Mary, as she witnessed one of her close friends flashing her naked brother. This was perhaps getting a little out of hand. There was certainly no way she was going to flash her brother, even if all of her friends showed him their boobs. But, of course, if they did, what would she do then?
Jeff, however, was most appreciative, and quite evidently so, as his cock quickly resumed its growth and rapidly stood up to full strength.
A fully erect cock is indeed a rather glorious sight. It is such an open, vivid, concrete display of manly strength, and the girls' eyes quickly shifted from Patsy's impulsive indiscretion to Jeff's erect dick. A fully hard cock looks so strong, proud, and imposing.
"Ooooooh," Gloria intoned. "Your brother is pretty big, Mary."
Mary's face was beet red and she could only steal brief glances at her brother's big, hard stiff cock, but she did indeed repeatedly glance at it.
Even Sara was impressed, as she was frankly speechless. She had been planning on saying something about it being "just a pee pee," or something like that, but she would have to admit that Jiff did have a pretty darned good cock. The purplish head was so engorged that it looked all shiny and polished. Sara instinctively licked her lips.
None of the girls said anything for a moment. They were all lost in their thoughts, and in the warmth developing within their thighs.
Jeff could see the stunned silence of the girls. It was only a few minutes ago that he was feeling quite humiliated, even denigrated, but he was now feeling quite proud of himself. This was the reaction that you wanted when you showed your hard cock to a girl, and this was four attractive, young girls. He could see that even his sister was probably impressed, or at least she was also speechless.
Patsy hadn't even lowered her sweater. She in fact looked up at Jeff, caught his eye, smiled and wiggled her boobs at him, a rather flirtatious gesture that the other girls didn't notice as their eyes were glued to his cock.
Jeff though did certainly notice and responding with a smile and a twitch of his cock, causing it to jerk and bob.
Patsy and Gloria giggled, appreciating the little gymnastic exercise. Jeff wasn't a floor gymnast, but this was a pretty cute show.
Sara went further, reached out and pulled his stiff hard cock down real far and then let it go.
"Hey," Jeff complained, as it banged against the bottom of the tray, almost causing him to spill some cookies.
Gloria then reached out as well, pulled it hard to the left and they all, including even Mary, tittered as it swung back and forth.
Sara and Gloria then took turns making it bounce, bobble, and wave, this way and that.
Jeff didn't mind. He just lifted the tray up higher to keep his dick out of harm's way. What healthy boy would object to some pretty girls playing with his erection? It didn't seem like they were making fun of him, or it. They were just having fun with it, like they would with any new, intriguing toy. It would, of course, be even more fun if they jerked or sucked him off, but the feel of their feminine fingers on his stiff dick was still a very pleasing alternative.
Patsy was feeling very, very jealous. This really wasn't fair, or right. She couldn't reach Jeff's cock where she was sitting so she set her cola down on the floor and, without even pulling her sweater back down, crawled across the bed and pushed her way in between Sara and Gloria to get to the best, closest spot, and reached out to firmly grasp hold of Jeff's dick.
"Hey!" Sara and Gloria complained as they felt Patsy force herself in between them.
"Well, I get to play with it to," she complained.
The girls recognized that she did have a fair point. If anyone was to play with Jeff's cock, it really should be Patsy.
Patsy did not play with it like Sara or Gloria though. She used her hand to consider it, to study it, to explore it, and in the process to caress and stroke it.
This was now much more to Jeff's liking. He in fact looked for someplace to put down the tray as he would really like to be able to see, as well as feel, Patsy's little hand exploring and fondling his cock. But, to put the tray down now would require disengaging himself from that wonderfully feminine hand and there was really no way he wanted to do that. Once a girl has a cock in your hand, you really don't want her to let go.
Sara and Gloria were also again speechless as they watched their friend openly caress and stroke the boy's hard dick. This must be in clear violation of the rules of The Program, but nobody was going to turn anybody in (it wouldn't though if it was for the purpose of a classroom exercise or under the supervision of a faculty member). Even Mary didn't openly object. She was getting more and more concerned about where this was going, yet her racing heart and warming thighs wouldn't mind having it continue a bit longer.
Patsy had many times wondered what Jeff's hard penis would look like, feel like, and she wasn't disappointed. He was clearly a very masculine, manly boy, with such a stout, firm, slippery smooth shaft, and a wondrously round and curved crown. She liked how his foreskin slid on and off the bulb, providing her with even more ability to give him a really sensual stroking. She could even see a bit of moisture forming on the slit, and she wondered if perhaps she might see, or feel, what it tastes like.
"You know," Sara said softly, "Mary should really have a turn. After all, it's her brother."
Mary's heart raced even faster and her face felt warm with blush. She was indeed very, very curious, but actually touching her brother's penis didn't really seem right at all.
"Oh yes," agreed Gloria. "C'mon Mary, you haven't touched it yet. Don't you want to see what your brother's penis feels like? It's really a very nice big one!"
Patsy didn't say anything, as she really didn't want to let go and hand it over to Mary, particularly as she felt that she was getting him closer and closer, and she hadn't even put her lips on it yet.
Mary, though, felt that this was now really out of hand, so to speak, and certainly out of control. "Jeffrey," Mary said, "go downstairs and get more colas." The colas were going pretty fast, as there was a lot of nervous and excited energy in the room. In any case, she wanted to put an end to this, or at least get better control of it.
Jeff was disappointed. He wondered what it would be like to have his sister handle and stroke his cock. It wasn't that Patsy wasn't good at what she was doing. She was in fact very, very good. He did not currently have a girlfriend, and he was now giving quite serious consideration to asking Patsy out. But, still, it might be especially nice, uniquely different and provocative, to have your sister jerk you off. He had long noticed how pretty she was. But, of course, he was clearly in no position to compel or even ask her to do it. In fact, as he thought about it, he might get into serious trouble if mother and father knew what was going on in Mary's bedroom. When mother said to play with her friends, she probably didn't mean this. He now felt even more under the thumb of his younger sister.
"Yea, sure," he quietly replied. He reluctantly wrenched his cock from Patsy's hand, which did not easily let go, to turn around and place the tray of cookies on Mary's desk. As he headed to the bedroom door, his hard cock sticking out from his body so incongruously, he realized something. "Hey," he said, "I can't go downstairs like this," by which he meant with his erection. It would be odd enough to approach one's parents naked, it would be qualitatively worse to do so with an erection.
"Well," Sara said, breaking out from her private reverie to regain her spunk, "I guess you should have thought of that before you started staring at Patsy's boobies."
Patsy now self-consciously covered them up, her eyes wistfully following the departure of Jeff's stick dick.
Mary smiled, imagining how shocked and upset her parents would be to know that Jeff was showing her and her friends his naked boner.
As Jeff headed downstairs he calculated that he could probably get the colas without running into his parents. By now they would be in the family room, watching television, or his mother would be in her sewing room. He could get to the kitchen and back without even being noticed. He would have to traverse the open entranceway into the family room, but the television was on the far side of the room. Anyone watching TV would be facing away from him. If he was quiet he could succeed.
Still, as he reached the bottom of the stairs he decided he would stop off in the bathroom around the corner of the stairs to lose the erection. That would be the safest thing to do.
As he rounded the corner though he literally bumped into his mother, his hard dick momentarily pressing against her abdomen. "Mother!" Jeff exclaimed, quickly stepping back and as quickly covering himself, using both hands. In his current state one hand was not enough. 'Crap!' he said to himself. He had stuck his mother with his stiff cock; not a good thing.
"Jeffrey, I'm sorry, gracious, you scared me." Mrs. Anderson had felt the erection bump against her, but she had not actually processed in her mind what it was, or at least had probably denied it. Mothers will at times come across their boys with an erection. Usually it's best to just ignore the disconcerting stiffies. They will eventually go away. "I was just coming up to check on you. To see how you were getting along with your little friends."
Whoa! Now he was pretty glad he had come downstairs, intercepting his mother before he was caught showing his stiffie to the girls. "Oh, it's fine, it's fine," Jeff hurriedly answered. "I was just going to get them a couple of more colas. They're waiting upstairs." He tried to brush past her, his hands hiding his embarrassment.
Mrs. Anderson though took him by the arm, not letting him get away that quickly. "Jeffrey," she admonished him in her stern voice, "You know the rules. You can't hide yourself with your hands."
Jeff was at a complete loss for what to do. He was reminded of when he was much younger and his mother had suddenly opened his bedroom door. He had been jerking off beneath the blankets, facilitated in part by a magazine he had managed to purchase. He quickly shoved the magazine under the blankets and brought his knees up to create a tent that would hide the smaller tent that his erection would otherwise create.
His mother, however, wanted him to get out of bed so that she could change the sheets. She had forgotten to do that before he had gone to bed and she felt really bad about it.
It took quite a bit of illogical but very assertive arguing on Jeff's part to convince her that it wasn't really necessary, that he was perfectly fine, that he was about to go to sleep, that he was too tired to get up. There was just no way he was going to get out of bed with a hard-on and a Mother Jugs magazine.
His mother had finally acquiesced, a bit mystified though as to her son's adamant refusal to have a clean pair of sheets. But, when Donna described her son's odd behavior to Alex, he made the correct speculation as to the most likely explanation. Mrs. Anderson's face flushed as she realized that her husband was probably right. She did, though, hope that he was using a wash cloth or a sock, or something. She didn't want him to dirty the sheets. But she then realized that she was planning on changing the them anyway. In any case, she would most certainly change them the first thing the next day.
When Jeff hesitated Mrs. Anderson reached out, took hold of his hands, and pulled them away.
Jeff felt so mortified. How else would one feel being forced to display an erection to your mother? He was ashamed and embarrassed, and figured he would be in big, big trouble.
Mrs. Anderson did not at first react as she would have hoped. She felt her face turn red at the sight of her son's stout stiffness. She had seen him as a little boy with little stiffies, but this was much, much different. This was a very evidently hard, manly, stiff cock. She was in fact reminded of her husband's, particularly when he was younger, but that was perhaps only natural. Perhaps the apple doesn't fall far from the tree when it came to cocks? In any case, she felt it was really terribly impressive, but then also realized that it was her son's! She really shouldn't be admiring it, should she?
She struggled to regain her composure, thinking about the texts and pamphlets she had read about The Program, about how the faculty are supposed to react when a participant has an erection. They were generally supposed to be accepting and dispassionate, treating it as a normal event that naturally will occur when a young man is naked among pretty girls.
"Yes, well, um, I see you have an erection, Jeff." It was a bit of an understatement, but she was just glad she was able to articulate the sentence. Her mouth felt so dry. She could now use a cola herself.
"Mother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Really I am. They told me to."
She cut him off with a wave of her hand. She didn't really want to know more. She did know though what she was supposed to say next but it was difficult, given that Jeff was her son. But, if they were going to do this right, she would have to say it.
"Yes, well, um, would you like some relief, dear?" The standard rule of The Program is that a male student with an erection should be asked if he would like to relieve himself in such situations. It wasn't healthy for a boy to have an erection for a sustained period of time and, for his health, as well as perhaps the edification of fellow students (see "Naked at College"), he should be asked upon arrival in a new setting, particularly when sporting a boner, whether he would like to relieve himself. Obtaining relief was also helpful in avoiding any further distraction or disruption that the presence of an exposed erection can have on normal classroom routine.
"No, no, it's fine mother, that's fine, really, I will just get the colas."
"Well, it doesn't really look fine to me."
"No, no, it's okay. I don't need, um..." It was really difficult to say it, particularly to one's mother. He said quite softly, "relief."
By relief, of course, one means to masturbate. The Program participant would usually gain relief by jerking himself off, but the instructor is free to assist him. In either case, he is not allowed to do it in the privacy of a bathroom stall or any other such secluded location. It must still be within public view. Jeff really, really didn't want to do that. Not too many boys want to jerk off in front of their mothers.
Mrs. Anderson sensed her son's ambivalence. Mothers can tell when their sons are conflicted over something, despite their protestations to the contrary. She naturally wondered if Jeffrey was uncomfortable jerking himself off in front of her. Frankly, she shared some of his concern. A part of her wanted to just send him into the bathroom to take care of his business, but she knew that was inconsistent with The Program. And, this wasn't something that she should hand off to her husband. Plus, she certainly didn't want him to do it in front of his sister and her friends. That would seem to be taking things a bit too far. Goodness, what the mothers of Mary's friends would say if they knew that she had Jeffrey jerk off in front of them! But, it was very clear that he was quite uncomfortable doing it in front of her.
She could just accept his declination of need. But, she knew he didn't really mean it. It was rather obvious that he did clearly need relief. One picture can say a thousand words, and that stiff hard throbbing penis was screaming for relief. Sending him along to somehow manage this on his own was entirely inconsistent with the spirit and process of The Program. There was really only one thing that a mother could do in a situation like this.
Drawing upon her experience (and daring) as a past member of The Enthusiasts Club, she offered, "Yes, well, dear, if you would like, I can take care of it for you."
Jeff's jaw dropped and his cock twitched. There was simply no way he wanted to jerk off in front of his mother, but he hadn't imagined that she would do it for him, and he had no idea how he felt about that. He was swept away by waves of conflicting emotions. Was this also rather infantile? Shouldn't he feel ashamed and mortified? Yet, his mother was in fact a really very lovely woman. It was kind of like being jerked off by one of his more attractive professors, or better yet a pretty mother of one of his friends. Actually, in fact much better than that because it would be his own mom! How many times had he in fact caught himself admiring his mother's breasts, her bottom, noticing how pretty and sexy she was. And, he would be embarrassed to admit, she had indeed been in more than one of his fantasies while taking care of business beneath the sheets. No, this really wasn't bad at all. This was in fact very, very good.
Mrs. Anderson was indeed a very attractive woman. She had short wavy blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, nicely symmetrical facial features, rosy red cheeks, and full red lips (she clearly liked lipstick). Plus, she really kept in good shape. She exercised a great deal and had never lost her figure. Of course, a significant aspect of that figure was her breasts, which were frankly rather prominent.
Growing up Jeff had always felt that it seemed only natural that a mother would have large breasts, as breasts were such a strong statement and component of being motherly. It was only when he was within his adolescent years that he realized that his mother's breasts were in fact disproportionately large, relative to the breasts of his friends' mothers and even relative to his mother's own petite frame.
And, here she now was, offering a motherly helping hand, helping her young man obtain sexual relief. Maybe The Program wasn't so bad after all! "Well, if you, um, think it's a good idea," he replied hesitantly.
Now that Jeff accepted her assistance, Mrs. Anderson wasn't entirely sure she wanted to provide it. Ambivalence is a funny emotion. You don't fully appreciate one side of the coin until you adopt the other, and now that Jeff was handing his cock over to her, the doubts again surfaced. It would have been awkward enough to watch her son jerk off in front of her (would he be thinking of her body, her bosoms?), but to actually do it for him? Could she really take hold of her son's naked cock in her hand and stroke him? Stroke him to the point that he ejaculates? How many mothers actually do something like that?
But, she and Alex had in fact discussed this possibility, as well as others, when they considered implementing The Program. It was very clear from the literature that such an event might occur and how one (literally) handles it can be very important for the eventual success of The Program. Quite a number of the Abberville faculty do get directly engaged in the process of The Program with their students, lending a hand when it's helpful, if not necessary. If Alex and Donna were going to do this right, she knew she would have to become actively engaged herself. "Yes, well, let's just see what we can do here," she said quietly and reached out with her hand to grasp hold of her son's hard, erect cock.
As soon as his mother touched his cock Jeff felt a jolt of excitement rush through his body like a sexually charged electricity. Girls had handled his cock in the past. Jeff was not an inexperienced young man. But there was something definitely unique and exhilarating when it is the womanly hand of your pretty mother, fondling, squeezing, and stroking you to an ejaculation. The fact that it is such a taboo, that it is so inappropriate and wrong, is what made it especially pleasurable, exciting, and thrilling.As soon as she touched Jeff's cock Mrs. Anderson likewise felt a jolt of equal thrill rush through her own body. She had handled many different cocks in the past, at least prior to being married. She was not an inexperienced woman. But there was something definitely unique and thrilling when it is the cock of your twenty-year old son. She knew it was wrong. She knew her neighbors would not approve, and perhaps her friends as well. But, the fact that it was so wrong, so naughty, also made it so exciting, so thrilling, so arousing. She could feel a rapidly developing warmth between her thighs.
"Oh, mother," Jeff gasped, "that feels so good."
"Well, thank you, sweetie," she replied, smiling appreciatively. The compliment did make her feel good. She knew that her son considered her to be old-fashioned and out-of-date. It's nice for Jeffrey to realize that she is in fact still a very credible, virile woman who does know a thing or two, including even how to sexually excite a young man.
She used her womanly experience to try to give her son an especially nice hand-job, bringing in both hands, using her left to softly cradle, fondle, and tickle his balls (Alex really did like that and perhaps his son would naturally as well) and her right to massage, work, and stroke the shaft and bulb.
She could not, though, get entirely out of her role as the mother, noting for her son, "See how the foreskin slides on and off the head, Jeffrey?"
"Yes, mother," he gasped.
"Doesn't that feel nice?" She also felt that it looked real nice too.
"Yes, mother," he sighed, noticing as well the sound it made, slushing on and off the swollen red bulb. He jutted his cock out farther.
"I guess it was good that we didn't have you circumcised. Of course, the decision wasn't so that it would feel better when you masturbated." She blushed as she said that. It was a bit awkward to talk about masturbation with your son, although it really shouldn't be when you were in fact the one doing the masturbating.
Jeff would have to admit that his mother was pretty darned good at this. His best hand jobs were probably from this girl he dated quite awhile ago, Betty Lou. She was perhaps pretty good at them because she wouldn't do anything else. She certainly wouldn't go all the way, nor would she put her lips on it. But, she did seem to make up for that pretty well with her hands. Well, his mother might even put Betty Lou to shame, as she was continually shifting her style, sometimes caressing his balls, sometimes fondling them, sometimes lightly squeezing them, sometimes tickling them, and she was equally varied in her approach to the shaft, altering the extent to which she squeezed or just danced her fingers along the shaft, sometimes sliding her fist straight up and down the shaft, other times twisting her fist around it. And, she was obviously very familiar with his most sensitive spot: the underside of his shaft, just below the lip of the crown. He wondered if she knew of that spot because of when she was raising him, bathing him. He jerked as she again softly caressed and tickled that tingly spot. "Oh my gosh, mother," he gasped, leaning in against her, into her breasts, feeling those large womanly breasts heaving beneath her blouse and apron.
Mrs. Anderson felt her son lean into her, into her breasts. A part of her wanted her son to reach out with his hands, to grasp hold of her bosoms, but she felt that would probably be going too far. Did the faculty at Abberville ever go all the way with Program participants? Would that be wrong? Perhaps it would be alright to just kiss the boy's penis. Maybe put it in her mouth? She really needed to read further about this.
She sighed with deep satisfaction, feeling so much closer to her son than she had in many years. It was a very wonderful moment, sharing this intimate experience with her son. They had done so very little together for so many years, and she missed those private, precious moments with Jeffrey, when he gave himself over to her, expressing his complete and unadulterated love and affection for her. But, here he was now, and she leaned into him as well, sighing, "Jeffrey," as she softly squeezed his balls.
"Mother!" Jeff gasped and felt the sudden rush of his orgasm surge within and explode out of him, his cock twitching in his mother's hand as a large glob of white sloppy gism spewed from the crown and splatted against his mother's apron.
"Oh Jeffrey," Mrs. Anderson sighed with affection and pride as she saw her son's cock jerk and twitch as it squirted its cum out onto her. She accelerated her jerking of his shaft to give it its maximal stimulation, force, and encouragement to spew and spray as much cum as possible. All mothers do want their sons to reach and express their full potential.
Jeff grasped his mother around the waist with his left hand to help keep his balance, his footing, as his legs trembled and his head felt faint, but his hand in fact slipped farther down to grasp his mother's soft womanly bottom, which only seemed right and natural for a hand to be clutching as his body was wracked by its climax and his dick exploded its spunk. He squeezed his mother's butt hard as his cock continued to jerk and spit.
Mrs. Anderson felt her son's hand clutch her bottom. It felt a little awkward, a little inappropriate, but she would not begrudge him a squeeze. After all, he was in the midst of a rather overwhelming climax, and she watched with pride as her son apparently had quite a bit of gism to spew. He was spraying his stuff all over in rapid machine gun fire. It was fortunate that she was still wearing her apron, as he would have really soaked and stained her nice summer dress.
Jeff did not know if he had ever had a better orgasm. Of course, he must have. The first one is always very difficult to surpass. But, this one certainly had to rank among the top, and would be at the top with respect to uniqueness. He would from this day look upon his mother in a new light, with a new found respect and affection.
As his orgasm subsided he removed his hand from his mother's derriere. He felt like giving her bottom a little pat of affection, or perhaps a peck on her cheek. One should at least give the girl who jerked you off a kiss, but somehow that didn't feel right with his mother. It wasn't that kind of a relationship, was it? He just said, "Man, mom, that was really, really great."
"Well, thank you, son," she modestly replied. She was reminded of when he used to very sincerely compliment her on her cooking, making a big deal about how good was her pie. It was nice to hear, once again, those spontaneous, sincere compliments. She carefully squeezed out the remaining cum from his penis onto her apron, which she had to pick up a bit as it was so terribly splattered and soaked that it was liable to drip all over the floor, which she had recently just cleaned. She wiped the tip of his penis off with a dry, clean spot. "Alright then," she added, her voice a little breathless. "I guess you better run along and get those sodas. You don't want to keep the girls waiting too long." Now that it was over she was also feeling a bit self-conscious about the fact that her apron was soaked by her boy's cum, and that she had in fact jerked him off in the hallway, his hand clasping and clutching her bottom.
Now that it was over Jeff was also feeling a bit self-conscious about what he had just done. It was not unusual for him to feel this way after some orgasms, feeling a bit guilty over a particularly lecherous fantasy or perhaps an unusual way he might have masturbated (one time he tried it while standing on his head). Well, this did top them all. "Yea, sure mom," and quickly extricated himself from his mother's hand and presence, and made his way to the kitchen.
Mrs. Anderson went in the other direction, for her bedroom, which was on the main floor at the foot of the stairs. Once she got there she shut the door behind her and carefully removed her apron. She didn't want any of his stuff to spill onto the bedroom carpeting, and there was quite a bit of it ready to slip and drip off the apron. She used the apron to catch and cup the bulk of the globs of cum within her hands, and then brought the pool up to her nose to absorb the manly scent, her son's scent, deep into her nostrils. She so much liked the scent of cum, and her son's was so fresh, so fruity, so intoxicating.
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As soon as Jeff had left the room the girls naturally talked about what had just happened, and what to do when he returned. Mary wanted to tone down their play. She certainly didn't mind teasing her brother and having a bit of fun with him. It's not every day that your older brother has to be naked in front of you. She wasn't entirely comfortable though with actually doing sexual things with her brother, or even watching it being done. However, her three friends wanted to in fact escalate their play. They did finally reach a compromise.
But they soon noticed that he wasn't returning as quickly as he should. They wondered why it was taking him so long. Mary suggested that perhaps he wasn't even going to come back. That wouldn't surprise her, but she would certainly tell mom about this. Sara was suspicious that he was in some room jerking off. Gloria pointed out though that doing so would be a violation of The Program. Patsy suggested that he might have just stopped off in the bathroom to put a cold wash cloth on it, to lose the erection. He wouldn't want his mother to see it. The girls felt that was the most likely explanation, as well as rather amusing.
Jeff eventually returned to his sister's room holding three bottles of cola.
The girls weren't really surprised to see his erection had lapsed by the time he finally returned, although they were disappointed. The next time they would order him to maintain his erection.
"Why did it take you so long?" Sara queried. She was still a little suspicious, despite Patsy's credible story.
Jeff really didn't want to explain that his mother had jerked him off in the hallway, for quite a number of reasons. "There was only one bottle in the refrigerator, and so I had to ask mom where there were any more, if any, and then she got talking, you know, about college."
"Well," Sara said, "come here, got onto the bed with us," she instructed, patting a spot in the center of the bed.
Mary had a pretty big, king sized mattress, and there was plenty of room for all four of them. The four girls were sitting on the four corners, Patsy and Mary on one side (Patsy toward the top of the bed), and Sara and Gloria on the other (Sara toward the top). There was an empty spot in the middle of the bed, clearly for Jeff.
"Why do you want me to get onto the bed?" The girls clearly had something in mind, and Jeff was not so sure that he wanted to go along with it. He found it somewhat curious and surprising though that he wasn't feeling quite as self-conscious as before. Perhaps it was the fact that he had already displayed so much to these girls, or perhaps it was the fact that he had recently climaxed. He came over to the foot of the bed and handed the colas to Mary to distribute as she saw fit. He had kept the colas in a key position to help hide that important part of his body, which came into abrupt view though as Mary took them.
Mary's eyes widened disconcertingly as her brother's penis and testicles appeared, just inches from her eyes. She quickly looked away.
"We just want you to join us," Sara said, not convincingly.
"Yes, c'mon Jeff," Patsy implored, patting the spot in the middle of the bed they had left for him. "We won't bite you," she added teasingly, although as soon as she said it she realized that perhaps she might, if the opportunity arose.
"Here," Sara further instructed, "lie down, here, in between us. We even fluffed up a pillow for you."
Jeff really didn't like the looks of this. The girls wanted him to lie down, naked, in between them. He had kind of hoped that he could just drop off the colas and get out of there, although if he gave it any serious thought he knew that any such expectation was rather naive. "Isn't there supposed to be only one demonstration?" He did know some of the rules of The Program.
Gloria had been ready for that argument. "Yes, only one for each person. There are four of us, plus you left and then came back."
Jeff furrowed his brow. "Whatever," he said, in disgust. She might be right about though. He really didn't know the rules that well. Sara added, "You shouldn't have stayed away so long."
Jeff knew in any case that there really wasn't necessarily any rules, at least when it came to his sister. He got onto the bed and lied down in between them as he was instructed, feeling really terribly exposed. He naturally covered himself with his hands, which he knew full well was against the rules. He had a fleeting fantasy that perhaps they were going to play doctor with him, or something. That wouldn't be so bad, frankly, unless it involved a prostate exam. "Okay, now what," he inquired, not realizing that it was the "something," not playing doctor, that was on their minds.
"We want to see your stiffie again!" Sara exclaimed, with considerable delight.
Jeff sighed with frustration. It was clear that they weren't going to help him, that they wanted him to just do it again. It wouldn't be difficult for Jeff to get another erection even though he had just recently cum. He was a pretty healthy young man of only 20 years. But, he wasn't so sure that he could do it so acrobatically as he had the first time, without using his hands.
"But," Patsy added, "this time you can use your hand."
That was perhaps considerate, but Jeff wasn't so sure that he really wanted to play with himself in front of the girls. Nobody had ever watched him masturbate before. He wasn't sure if he would or should enjoy something like that.
"Yea," Sara added, "We want to see how you masturbate." Yes, maybe it wasn't so considerate. "We've never seen a boy jerk off before." This was the compromise they had reached, and it was indeed true that they hadn't actually seen a boy masturbate. None of them were entirely inexperienced, but it wasn't something that usually came up when they were out on a date, or even with a boyfriend.
The girls sat expectantly on either side of Jeff, big grins on their faces, their hearts again racing with excited anticipation.
Jeff did feel like he was being used, even abused, by these girls for their personal amusement, but he did his best to consider the silver lining. It was considerably easier than the first time. It wasn't like he was standing up, holding a tray of cookies, and trying to get an erection with no hands. He was now in essentially his normal position for this task. Plus, he did have four pretty girls, including his sister, as available eye candy. They were all quite pretty girls, particularly, he felt, Patsy. And it has to be rather nice to have four pretty girls admire your naked body, especially your cock, as it gets harder and harder before their eyes.
He went right to work, taking hold of his cock with his thumb and tips of his fingers, which is how he normally held it when he masturbated. He could not, of course, grab the whole thing within his fist when it was so soft and small. He slowly worked the foreskin on and off the crown as he glanced around at the girls' pretty, expectant faces, their eyes opened wide, ogling with playful fascination the sight of his penis trying to awaken and grow. Even his sister's eyes now appeared glued to his penis.
This time he did not feel so embarrassed, perhaps in part because they weren't actually, or necessarily, trying to embarrass him. They giggled and tittered a bit, but he took it for nervous curiosity, reflecting their own embarrassment, their fascination with and desire for his cock to grow and expand before their eyes.
He reacted immediately to his fingers, and his penis quickly began to reassert its strength and prominence as a true cock should, being surrounded by such admiring young hens.
"Oh my goodness," Patsy softly exclaimed as she saw it get thicker and thicker, longer and longer, and stiffer and stiffer. A boy developing an erection was really darned impressive. The little limp worm turning into a staunch, stiff bludgeon. Her pussy was itself feeling quite warm, and moist. She squirmed a bit on the bed, trying to get a more comfortable position, but frankly also using the opportunity to squeeze her thighs together.
Once it was fully erect Jeff paused for a moment and held it only at the base, letting it stand up tall and stiff on its own, like a monument, an obelisk, for the girls to admire.
The girls were themselves a bit speechless. It did look terribly impressive. Mary was looking away, finding this to be terribly awkward, yet not being able to keep her eyes averted for long. It was like passing an accident on the road. One just had to look, and this was no accident. This was a big stiff hard cock. Her brother's cock!
"Okay," Sara breathlessly instructed, her heart racing, "Keep stroking it."
Jeff resumed stroking it in the manner in which he had started, not actually gripping it with his fist, but using just his thumb and the tips of his fingers to hold it, to slide the foreskin on and off the crown.
Patsy was frankly surprised. She inquired, "You don't actually grab it with your whole fist and slide it up and down?" She demonstrated with her hand in the air, providing the universal hand gesture for male masturbation.
"Un, no, no," Jeff responded, feeling a little self-conscious about explaining precisely his masturbation technique. It isn't too often that a boy has to defend his particular masturbatory preferences. But, feeling that her inquiry was sincere he said, "I like using the foreskin, letting it do pretty much all the, um, work, you know, sliding it on and off the end."
"Let me try," Patsy requested and before Jeff could object (as if he would) she slipped her fingers around his cock, trying to precisely recreate the manner in which he had been doing it.
"Patsy," Mary complained. This was not part of the compromise, and it was in fact quite inconsistent with her understanding of what they would do, and would not do.
"I just want to see how he does it," Patsy explained.
"You want to see how he likes it best, don't you, Patsy," Sara teased, feeling rather excited about the direction this was going.
Patsy gave Sara a glare from across Jeff's naked body, but her face reddened a bit, as there was probably quite a bit of truth to what Sara had said.
"Here," Jeff said, shifting Patsy's thumb and fingers a bit so that they would be maximally effective, and pleasurable. "There you go," he encouraged, as she recreated his technique of sliding the foreskin on and off the purple plum. Her hand doing the job was strikingly more pleasurable than his own, despite the fact it was a precise recreation of what he had in fact just been doing. His dick reacted quickly to her deft, feminine touch, and he let his hands fall to his side, watching with considerable pleasure as Patsy tried it solo.
Patsy leaned in closer to get a better look and appreciation of what she was doing. The aroma of cum was suspiciously emanating from Jeff's penis, but she attributed that to possibly pre-cum lubrication. The head of his swelling cock did now have a nice glistening sheen. "It is kind of neat how it slides on and off like that, like it's playing peek-a-boo."
Sara reached over as well, feeling a bit jealous, and left out. She lightly cupped her fingers under Jeff's balls, feeling their softness, their tenderness.
Jeff at first flinched at Sara's touch. Somehow he didn't quite fully trust Sara, particularly with something so vulnerable and fragile as his nuts.
"Don't worry," Sara retorted, "I'm not going to hurt you." She added, as she softly caressed and even more softly squeezed his testicles, "Goodness, gracious, such a big strong man like you, how could a little girl like me hurt you?"
It was rather obvious how she could indeed hurt him, but he did not try to escape or push her away. With some understandable trepidation he let her have her with his nuts, and frankly it was actually pretty nice. He had never had two girls playing with him at the same time. Well, not since earlier this evening but even then it was only Sara and Gloria batting him around. This was considerably more sensual, more pleasing, in fact quite intensely so. The feel of one girl's fingers on your cock is so wondrous. The sensation was magnified exponentially by the fact that it was now two hands of two different girls, with two other girls looking on with considerable fascination, and perhaps jealousy. Even his sister looked rather curious. His cock was again in its fully glorious stoutness, much to the delight of himself, and the girls.
"He does have pretty big balls," Sara said quietly.
The room was rather quiet. All that could be heard was the squishy noises of Jeff's foreskin sliding on and off his swollen plum.
Sara looked over at Mary, grinned, and asked, "Are his dad's balls as big?"
"Sara!" Sara was really being quite outrageous, but Patsy and Gloria giggled.
Patsy's and Sara's hands were again getting out of hand, but Mary didn't really feel she could control her friends and, besides, she did have to admit that she kind of liked watching it herself. Her brother did have a really big penis and she had often been curious growing up what it might look like, when it was stiff. She had never imagined though that she would actually be able to see his erection, and this was even with her friends playing with it. On the one hand that fact was really discomforting, but on the other hand it was perhaps equally exciting. She would not, though, admit that to anyone, and especially not to her brother.
Gloria slid up closer to Sara so that she could get into the fun, using her fingers to softly caress the insides of Jeff's muscular white thighs.
Jeff not only had no difficulty getting a second erection, he realized that he was not going to have any difficulty cumming a second time.
Sara asked, "Do you think we can make him cum, Patsy?"
"I don't see why not," Patsy responded, her face flushing at the thought of making Mary's older brother squirt his cum all over the place.
"Oh my goodness," Mary softly exclaimed.
Sara asked her, "Are you sure you don't want to play with your brother's penis, Mary?"
Mary just nervously nodded her head, staring at Jeff's swollen, hard dick, thinking about seeing it explode it's stuff, her brother's stuff.
"Haven't you ever wondered about that before?"
Mary covered her face with her hands. She didn't answer the question directly, but her reactive embarrassment spoke volumes.
Jeff felt his balls churn at the sight of Mary's flustered admission.
Sara turned to Jeff. "Do you think you could cum for your sister? Let her see you squirt your stuff all over?"
"Um, well," he gasped, not really sure how he should answer that. He certainly wanted to, and he would certainly do so; in fact, any moment now.
Sara though took the lack of a strongly affirmative response as a sign of ambivalence and doubt. "Maybe he needs more inspiration." She looked over at Patsy. "Patsy, why don't you show him your boobies again."
Patsy blushed but she was actually pleased to be given the excuse to do so. She let go of his cock to grasp the bottom of her sweater and lift it entirely up over her head, slipping her arms out of the sleeves, and then doing her best to get her hair back into shape before she resumed her tender stroking, now smiling down at Jeff wearing just her brassiere.
Patsy's gaily colored big round boobs would be enough to make any young man cum, but Sara was not through. She removed her fingers from Jeff's balls. "Here, Gloria," she instructed, "you can play with him." Her generosity though was not really selfless, for as Gloria's fingers took the place of Sara's, Sara slid back a bit and lowered her face to rest it on Jeff's abdomen so that she could lick the tip of his dick with her tongue.
Mary looked through her fingers at the outrageous sight of all three of her friends bringing off her brother, including Patsy with her sweater removed and Sara even licking the tip of Jeff's swollen knob.
Gloria and Patsy were also surprised at Sara's boldness. It wasn't that they hadn't done anything like that before, with a guy, but they had never done it in front of someone, and Patsy was again feeling really quite jealous. Sara was clearly doing more for Jeff than she was. She used her free left hand to grasp hold of her brassiere and push it up and out of the way, exposing now as well her naked tits. She was not about to let Sara outdo her with Jeff.
Jeff's eyes widened with surprise and delight at the sight of Patsy's naked boobs. They were as large as they seemed to be hidden beneath her clothes, and perhaps appeared even larger, given that they were towering over his face like a couple of snow white beach balls. And, they were so very firm and round. These were boobs that any girl would die for, as well would any boy.
Plus, Patsy had really extremely large, perhaps disproportionately large and extended nipples. Jeff really did like big pointy nipples.