This post is regarding another experience from my early shy period, up until I was about 25 years old, when I was always acutely shy and embarrassed about my private parts. At the time when I had a strong awareness of the need to keep my private parts private, covered, hidden, and unseen. At a time when the very worst thing that could ever possibly happen is for them to be exposed and seen. At this time, I was seriously inside my ENM shell, and this is the third event (the others mostly posted here) all of which added up and led me, years later, to begin to think: This is intolerable, and I need to begin to do something to overcome this, and begin to hatch a plan to force me to overcome my fears, and begin to come out of my ENM shell.
So, I was 12 years old…… I had a very best school friend, John. We were the same age. One day we had arranged, with both parent’s agreement, that I would stay over at John’s House. John’s father was very much an older 40 something grump, I rarely saw him, and he does not feature in this story. John’s Step-Mother, on the other hand, was very much a different story. She was in her early twenties, and was an extremely pretty and attractive young lady. (John’s Father had obviously ‘traded in’ his first wife, John’s mother, for this young babe – (the dirty old man!).
John and I had spent the day together playing outside. At evening-meal-time, his step-mother called us in, and we sat down and had dinner. After dinner, she said, ‘Right you two, I’m going to run you a bath, be in the bathroom in 10 minutes’.
Oooh. Now then! I didn’t expect this! How was this going to play out! I didn’t want John to see me undressed, and I certainly did not want John’s Step-Mother to see me in any way undressed either! I didn’t expect to be told to have a bath, I didn’t at home, this was clearly different, perhaps it’s just the way things are done in this household. Hopefully, we’ll bath one after the other, in private, and no-one needs to see anybody undressed at any point!
After the 10 minutes were up, John and I were called upstairs to the bathroom. Waiting for us In the bathroom was John’s Step-Mother. She was kneeling next to the bath as it was running. ‘Right you two, get undressed and get in the bath’. Oh dear, this is bad, it was clear to me now, that John and I are expected to undress in front of this lovely young lady, and bath together. Oh dear, a wave of crushing shyness and dread came over me. I very much didn’t want any of this exposure.
What to do? I decided that the least-worst option was to undress quickly, jump into the bath as soon as possible, and get to the safety of being hidden by the bubbles before she had the chance of seeing my willy. I undressed quickly, I wanted to hop quickly into the bath, but no, John’s step-mother said ‘WAIT!’ as she swished the bath water around with her hand with the taps still running for a while. She looked back at us and smiled, she looked down at our willies. She was clearly enjoying the scene of her being in total control of two very shy naked boys, lost and wide eyed, helplessly displaying their willies, the looks at my willy went on for far too long, there was something going on here! ‘OK, in you get in’, she said, turning off the taps. At last, in I hopped, quickly, with my dignity now re-intact. My willy was safely in the bath hidden by the bubbles! PHEW!
John’s Step-Mother left us for 15 or so minutes, and we splashed around. I had no idea of what to expect regarding getting out of the bath when bath-time was over. I certainly did not want a repeat of the naked and exposed torture of getting into the bath. I had no ‘exit’ strategy, and I felt that this would be a problem. Events would just have to pan out as they will. I didn’t want to, and just couldn’t think about it.
John’s Step-Mother, unseen, called out from the landing at the top of the stairs ‘OK John, out you come’ - I’ve got a towel ready for you’. John hopped out of the bath and sprinted out into the landing hall and out of my sight. Oh, my, what is going on out there, what will she do for me. Not the same I hope.
Thoughts running through my alarmed head; ‘Please don’t call me. I’m not running anywhere naked. I’m not walking anywhere naked, especially not towards this pretty young lady. Perhaps it would be a different rule for me as I am not in her family. Please, no……..’
I got called after a couple of minutes. ‘OK Out you come - I’ve got a towel ready’. Oh dear, there seems no way to avoid what is actually about to inevitably happen.
I stood up in the bath, my complete nakedness and utter vulnerability dawned heavily upon me. Oh my god, I can’t do this! But I had to do this, she has said so!
I stepped out of the bath, and began to walk out. I stopped in the doorway, because there, at the opposite end of the hallway was John’s Step-Mother, kneeling down on the carpet, with a towel laid out on the floor in front of her. She was looking at me, and holding out a large towel at arms-length for me. She was looking down at my willy. I froze. I was completely naked, my willy and balls, everything was out on show for her.
I didn’t want to take a step closer to her. I didn’t want her to see my willy at all, and especially as my willy would naturally jiggle side to side and back and forth as I stepped. She was looking down at my willy again. NO! DON’T look there I thought. I cringed inside with embarrassment. I was completely naked, with this very pretty young lady just staring at my willy. She was absolutely staring at my willy; something is definitely going on here and I don’t like it! She is actually enjoying my nakedness, she is actually enjoying my shyness, she knows very well that I very much don’t want her to look at my willy, but she knows that she can actually look at my willy, and she is actually unashamedly looking right at my willy, she is in complete control here. I was my very worst nightmare! I was frozen, and I did not wish to move, she looked up at my face and beckoned me forwards, ‘Come on’ she said. The open towel offered was certainly presenting a good opportunity for a safe haven in being covered up, and I wanted to be covered up, with my willy away, covered, hidden, and safe.
I imagined that the moment that I got in front of her, she would wrap the towel around me and that I would be covered up, and my willy would be safely hidden and out of sight. I walked towards her, I was intensely aware of my complete nakedness, my willy was wiggling to and fro as I stepped, the moment I started forward, she looked down at my willy again, and she watched me all the way over to her looking straight to my willy. I was intensely aware of her staring at my private parts. I stopped one foot in front of her. Her face was at my willy height. This pretty young girl’s face was one foot from my little willy.
Boys should not let Girls see their willies! Girls should not be looking at Boy’s willies. This is breaking all of the rules! Stop! Cover me up, get it done, end this torture.
She wrapped the towel around over my back and shoulders. I still remained completely exposed at the front. Oh lord! She leant forwards and reached around behind me and rubbed the towel all over my back and bum. Her pretty face was now just 6 inches from my willy, there was nowhere else for her to look but directly, closely, at my willy and balls, jiggling away as she jostled me with the towelling dry process. She frizzed my hair, then towelled the backs of my legs, round to the front, chest, legs, then she dived in between my legs and unashamedly towel dried my willy and balls. Then she slowed right down, and she calmly said ‘it’s important to get this area properly dry’ . She carefully and slowly dried in between my legs, all around my balls, patting them gently, then very gently all around the willy itself, patting my willy with the towel between her hands. She let the towel drop to the floor. This was too much! I stood there, completely naked and exposed, right in front of her, with my willy one foot from her face. I just didn’t know what to do! Please let this end!
She said ‘now, did you clean behind your ears, show me, bend forward’. I leant forward, said ‘Yes’, and offered my ears. She checked behind each of my ears. ‘Very good’, she said. I didn’t actually wash behind my ears, I never did, I didn’t realise that that was a thing to do. I was very pleased that she didn’t spot this, I thought that I was about to be ‘found out and told off. I thought to myself ‘hey! I think I’ve got way with that’.
Then she said ‘did you clean under your foreskin’. I wasn’t quite sure what she meant, I’m not sure that I really knew what a foreskin was, where it was, or even that I should have washed under it. I floundered for a moment, not quite sure what to say, so I said ‘Yes’. She said ‘let me see’. Her focus was on my willy, and her hand came up towards me and she took my willy into her hand. GULP! She lifted my willy up and pulled my foreskin all of the way back. She closely inspected all around the end of my willy. ‘Very good’, she said. It obviously was acceptably clean, although I didn’t actually wash under my foreskin, I never did, I didn’t realise that that was a thing to do. I was very pleased that she didn’t spot this, I thought that I was about to be ‘found out and told off again. I thought to myself ‘I think I’ve got way with that too’. Although, it did come at the considerable expense of this girl handling my willy, pulling my foreskin back and looking intensely at the head of my willy!
Just when I thought it was all over, and I could leave, and get away from her to my own privacy, she said ‘You’ve got a little bit of dry skin down there, I’ll just pop a little moisturiser cream on there for you’. She was pointing at my willy – of course! The moisturiser bottle was there ready and open on the floor next to her. Without a moment’s hesitation, she picked up the bottle, squeezed a little onto her hand, rubbed her hands together, and then thrust both hands onto my willy and balls and rubbed all around. Everything was touched, felt, rubbed, and ‘moisturised’. It was the most shocking and sudden thing to ever happen to me. This thing was just getting worse!
But, finally, I knew the torture was all over when she said ‘OK, off you go, put your pyjamas on’, and pointed to the bedroom. PHEW! I was so relieved!
This whole experience has raised so many questions for me:
Why didn’t she let me dry myself on my own, I was perfectly capable of doing so, and she must have known that. I think that perhaps she was young, had possibly only seen a few naked men and boys, and she was still simply just very ‘willy curious’, and here I was, an easy given opportunity to ogle and touch a new willy. My willy! I was 12 for heaven’s sake! She could have been only 22 – just 10 years older than me, although at the time, when you are 12, a 22-year-old is a grown-up adult, and you just had to do as they told you to!
At what age do mothers stop bathing and drying their children? Is it different for step-mothers? Would they let you spend so long naked and exposed in front of them, would they so carefully dry you, would they apply moisturiser cream so readily to your private parts. Was this all perfectly normal and natural, kind and caring, or was I just simply just ‘perved’ up by a ‘willy hungry’ female again!
Was she actually trying everything that she could to evoke and erection in me. I did notice, momentarily, John’s willy when we first undressed and we waiting to get into the bath. It was considerably bigger than mine, and was sticking out at an angle of 30 degrees or so. Later, when John got out of the bath, I momentarily glanced at his willy again, it was in the same larger size, and noticeably sticking out at a 30-degree angle again. From what I know now, as a ‘grown-up, I would definitely consider that John had a ‘semi’ on both occasions. Perhaps he knew that his step-mother would be handling his willy very soon, as she perhaps always did, and perhaps he actually liked it, and so he got a semi-erection in anticipation. Perhaps his step-mother was using her power and knowledge to make his penis erect. Perhaps she was doing all of these things to me to make my penis erect too. I’ll never know!
What would my mother have thought if she knew that this young girl had got me to undress completely at bath time, inspected the cleanliness under my foreskin, and applied moisturiser to my dry skin. Would my mother have thought this girl was a good, kind, caring mother who had treated me perfectly normally, as only a good mother would. Or would she have thought that this ‘evil-step-mother’ had stripped me naked and fondled my private parts. Good job that I never mentioned it to her. I don’t know, to this day, how to see it myself. I’ve always thought that it was more than a little suspicious. One, or other, or both of these thoughts are true. Perhaps I’ll never know.
Was it perfectly acceptable and normal, a few years back, for a grown-up female / mother / step-mother / matriarch to do these kinds of things to 12-year-old boys. I don’t believe that it would be considered acceptable and normal these days.
At the time, I thought of these being exposed situations as highly significant, embarrassing, shameful, seemingly unavoidable, and something that I never wished to be repeated. Perhaps I just gave her, as a pervy female, a ready-made opportunity, to see and play with a willy, and so, she couldn’t resist taking that opportunity. I’ll never know.
Of course, having my private parts exposed, had been repeated, many times, in varying scenarios over the past years, and so I simply retreated a little further into my little ENM shell. In each and every case, the ‘perpetrators’ were always female. It occurred to me that all girls seem to be sexual perverts who will always try and trick an unsuspecting innocent young man into showing his willy.
This was the third of many mortifyingly embarrassing naked – willy out on show – being looked at situations, and my ENM journey continued!
