The Naked Adventures Of Joey Part III

In a rare situation, my dick was actually soft and pointing to the floor as I stood naked in front of my beautiful auburn-haired mom, who stood there smiling in jeans and a T-shirt. My nudity was not such a big deal. I had been walking around in the all-together ever since I confessed my desire to be a nudist several months ago. Mom was pretty certain she had a 14-year-old horny exhibitionist on her hands, but she played along with my nudism excuse with humor and aplomb. She had even upped the ante, she insisted just a few days ago that I strip out of my school clothes before saying hello to the ladies who were gathered at our house for wine and conversation. It was such a hot moment when I stepped into the living room, all eyes on the long blond haired naked kid with the muscular developing chest and tight ass – every inch of me bared to them.

Then she announced that we were going away for the weekend to Aunt Jenny’s house in the country. When I suggested packing for the trip, mom said no need. She then pulled my toothbrush from her purse, twirled it playfully in her hand, winked and said this was all the baggage I would need for the trip. Aunt Jenny was among the four women who saw me walk stark naked into the living room two days earlier, apparently to the shocked delight of all. But now mom was suggesting that not only could I go naked at aunt Jenny’s, but  that in fact I would have no need of even a single stitch of clothes the entire time – naked in the car for the three hour drive, naked at aunt Jenny’s, naked on the way home. Naked, absolutely and irrevocably naked, naked, naked the entire time.

“Are you ready for this?” mom asked, putting my toothbrush back inside.. My eyes widened with excitement and developments began below. Mom stared down, giggling as my young tallywacker began lengthening downward, then stiffening and rising, rising, rising – finally sticking straight out six inches, below the light brown patch of soft curly hairs and above the tight wrinkled package of swelling boy balls. “Something tells me you like my plan,” she said. “Yes! Thank you, mom!” I said. I started to hug her, but she put her hands up: “Watch out, don’t poke me with that thing!” she said laughing.

“Are you ready?” I reached down, gave my dick a couple of strokes, my heart pounding. “Good,” she said. “Now, be a good boy and get my suitcase and put it in the trunk, and we’ll be on our way,” she said.. I hesitated. She just smiled.

The car was in the driveway. We lived in a circle under construction in a new section of the neighborhood. Only two other homes were occupied. But that didn’t mean that Mr. Ronson and his wife, or that old lady Winston might not be alarmed by the naked teen carrying a suitcase out to the car. “What if someone sees me?” I said, nervous. “I haven’t the faintest idea what will happen,” she said. “Does it matter?”

I set Mom’s suitcase at the door, looked back at her, opened it and felt the warm May breezes from outside stir my exposed hard dick, bare balls and run tantalizingly underneath and up my ass crack.. Then I stepped into broad daylight with nothing on but a hard-on. Was someone peering through the curtains at the Ronsons? I asked myself. No matter. I kept walking. This is crazy! I thought, unlocking the trunk and placing mom’s suitcase in it. She was standing there, hands outstretched for the key, a huge smile when I closed the trunk. I hand her the keys. “Ready?” she said. The wind continued to tickle my hard shaft, I felt like I might cum without touching it. No turning back, no running back inside and grabbing some clothes. “Let’s go,” I said. I climbed into the passenger seat. Mom reached into her purse again after getting behind the wheel. She produced a small package of tissues and placed it beside me on the front seat. “Something tells me I should have gotten more,” she said, making a curled fist and shaking it back and forth as she winked at me. And so we pulled away, leaving behind my clothes, the comparative privacy of our house and heading onto the open road – a naked boy and his fully-clothed mom.

I couldn’t tell – at first – if anyone could see inside the car, other than to notice I had no shirt. But I could feel my bare ass on the car seat, I could see my raging dick leaking precum as we rolled down the road. It stirred me to realize that the only thing I liked better than being naked was being the only one naked. Exposed! Vulnerable. On Display! Hard! Horny! No shelter from the eyes of a textile clad world, who gawked from that secure advantage of discretion! “I can’t help it,” I said. “Sorry,” I muttered, reaching down and grabbing my hard boyhood. “Don’t let me stop you,” mom said, “just clean up your mess.”

The strokes were exquisite, sending tingles from my shaft and balls outward in radiating pleasure in all directions of my completely stark butt-ass naked body. A semi truck on the highway hit its air horn loudly. That was my answer to if I could be seen inside mom’s ‘76 Impala. The truck driver above in the rig next to us was leaning his head down, which allowed him to make eye contact with mom. He smiled, pointed at naked and masturbating me and gave her a thumbs up! She smiled back and blew him a kiss.

Moaning, stroking, head back, I opened my eyes next to see a forty-something woman beside us in a Cadillac. She couldn’t see what was going on under the window but the expression on my face above my bare shoulder left little to the imagination. She gave mom a smile and mom returned it with a thumb and index finger AOK! I could not hold back any longer, cum began jetting from my dick, flying high and splashing down on my bare chest, face, belly and thighs! “Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!” I moaned. “Wow!” mom said, “that was quite gusher.” It took half the tissues to clean up my mess, and I left them in a wadded pile on the floorboard.

After extinguishing the horny desires of my burning loins, reality set in. We are halfway to aunt Jenny’s and I am naked. Naked for the next three days. No clothes. But I took comfort in a notion that occurred to me before we left: that surely my otherwise sane mom actually packed some clothes for me in her suitcase. I looked over at her, after being quiet for a while. “You were kidding, right?” I said, sheepishly. “You did pack me some clothes, huh?” She smiled slyly. “Why would I, dear? You’re a nudist. Nudists don’t need clothes.” “Yeah, I guess so,” I said, conflicted with the very real fear of having absolutely no way of covering up with the thrill of being completely naked for the foreseeable future.

About then mom sighed. “I knew I should have filled up before we left,” she said. Then she pulled into the Kountry Korner convenience store and came to a stop at their gas pumps. “Be a dear and pump Ten Dollars’ worth, would ya sweetie?” Mom said as she stepped out of the car. There were three trucks and a car in the spaces in front of the store, and a station wagon at the gas pump on the other side of us. “But … “ I started to say. But she was already walking toward the store, her round hips and hour glass figure swaying in her tight jeans and Keep On Trucking white t-shirt. Really? Oh, well. So I stepped out into the world, you know – naked. I tried to ignore the stare of the girl in pigtails who stuck her head out of the back seat window in astonishment at my approach. Her  brother was about my age, shaking with laughter in the seat beside her. “Dude! You are starkers! What’s the deal?” “Nothing,” I said, acting far more casual than a naked boy in public should. “I forgot to pack clothes.” He kept laughing. I turned my white bare ass to the girl as I opened the gas cap and stuck the nozzle in. “Ha! Look at his hiney!” she said, and I turned around to see braces inside an ear-to-ear grin as she pointed her index finger at me.

I looked over, trying for nonchalance, at a couple of good ol’ boys and two laughing ladies sipping beers and soda in  front of the store. The cute girl had a million questions:  “Did you get in trouble?  Do you always forget your clothes? Do you like being naked? Your mom really lets you go around like that? Why is your thingy growing?” Yeah, there it went out and up up up – again! “Yes, I do like being naked,” I told the girl, turning to her after filling the tank at $8.50. “It’s called nudism. Sorry if it offends you.” She just smiled dreamily. “I think you’re very handsome,” she said. “Yeah, handsome and horny!” the brother interjected. “Look at the size of that boner!” I leaned down to make eye contact. “Sorry about the erection,” I said. “It’s ok,” he said. “In fact, it’s not bad at all. Nice, you might say.”

Then I mom walking back to the car, beside an obviously flustered woman in a flower print dress. “I can’t believe you let your son flaunt his birthday suit like that – it’s obscene!” she was saying to mom. Mom stopped, hands on her hips, and stared the woman down. “Now just a darn minute!” she said. “It’s a free country! And my boy happens to be a nudist! What’s big deal!?!?” The woman shook her head, looked away from mom to me as I put the nozzle back in the tank, then she stalked off to get in the driver’s seat of the station wagon. “See ya later, nude dude,” her son called from the back seat as they pulled away. “Bye Mr. Naked,” the girl called out. Mom smiled at me, holding a paper bag of chips, a roll of paper towels and such. “It only took $8.50 to fill it,” I said. “Well,” she said. “I gave her a $10. Run in and get the change, will ya?”

There I stood, naked from head to toe, in plain view of several people in a public setting. And mom wanted me to go get the change from a ten spot. I was having too much fun to sweat consequences at this point.. Proudly on display, I walked toward the good ol’ boys and girls at the front of the store, making eye contact with a pretty blond in halter top and Daisy Dukes cutoffs. I took my place at the cash register in front of two college girls and a grown man in a ball cap; the air conditioning felt good on my skin, all over, even and especially on my hard dick, balls and ass. Mrs. Hampton the store owner had known me since I was 6, for our regular trips to aunty Jenny’s. “Well, hello, Joey!” she said, her eyes scanning me up and down. “It’s good to see you – all of you!” And everyone laughed. “You should watch him,” one of the college girls said, “He can bare-ly afford anything,” she said, giggling at the naked boy in the middle of the store. More laughter. Then the ball cap guy bought a six pack and asked Mrs. Hampton for a copy of the girly mag Gallery behind her. He turned around and handed the stroke mag to me: “This is for you,” he said. “The Girl Next Door entries always get me hot! I think what you’re doing is awesome! Have a few strokes on me” I thanked him, taking the mag, as the other college girl said, “Aww, how sweet. The naked kid has something to beat off to now. What a nice gesture.” More people filled in behind me as I explained to Mrs. Hampton that she owed us $1.50. She took her time, stifling a laugh while counting out the money and making small talk about school, the school football team I played on, fishing on the lake. I thanked her and walked outside, stroke mage and change in hand. Naked out of the store, naked across the parking lot, naked into the car.

Mom waved cheerfully to the crowd outside as she pulled away, then looked over at me. “What have you got there, a girly mag?” she said. “Yeah, a guy in the store bought it for me. I guess he could see that I might need it.” Mom looked at me and laughed. It was a routine trip the rest of the way to aunt Jenny’s, if routine can include a mom driving while her completely naked son sits beside her and strokes himself while thumbing through page after page of beautiful naked girls. I would look up now and then, at the passing cars, the rolling countryside, the people walking around and remind myself that I am naked and have been exposed since we left the house and that it’s only just starting. “What did aunt Jenny say when you told her I would be coming, uh, like this?” I asked mom, kinda toying with my hard on. Mom shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, I haven’t told her,” Mom said. “I guess I must have forgot.” What!?!? “But what if she gets mad, or something?” “Oh, she seemed all right with the new you the other day,” mom said. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough, huh?” 

In fact, aunt Jenny was waiting out front when we arrived, coming up the long dirt road to her house. She waved from the front porch. Mom waved back, stepping out of the car. I watched as they met in the yard in a hug. I was throbbing hard. Now it was my turn. It made it so much hotter that mom had been egging me on in my naked adventure.. I stepped in all my nude glory from the vehicle and walked toward Jenny for my hug, my 6 incher throbbing in front of me. “Oh, my gosh!” Jenny said. “He’s naked again! Look at him.” What mom said next shocked me. “Yeah, he insisted on being naked,” Mom said. “I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn’t hear it.” Really! It was all mom’s idea and now she turned the tables. Jenny stared at her nude nephew. Mom continued lying: “I said, well, Joey, at least pack some clothes, just in case. He said ok. But guess what? We get halfway here and I find out he didn’t pack anything. So he’s starkers for the whole weekend! Mom looked right at me, smiling with a gotcha look. I couldn’t believe it. My dick throbbed. “Isn’t that right,, Joey?” Mom asked. I just nodded my head. “Yes, ma’am.”  Jenny smiled. “Well, this could get interesting. Oh well, come on in, y’all.”

I got mom’s suitcase out of the trunk and brought it as we all walked inside. Jenny got a beer for mom and they sat in the den, where I stood on display. My dick was leaking precum down the shaft. I needed relief. Jenny smiled. She looked at mom and winked. “I think poor Joey needs to get a, uh, grip on things,” she said, making the international JO sign with her right hand. Mom looked seriously at me. “Dear, if you need to masturbate, just ask?” I nodded. “I need to,” I said. “I really need to.” “Need to what, dear?” “I need to masturbate” Giggles. Ask your aunt Jenny, she’s the hostess. I dropped to my knees in front of Jenny. “Please, aunt Jenny, may I please masturbate?” “Very well, dear,” she said. “You may masturbate.” The two ladies watched as I stroked myself with the expert touch of a teenage chronic masturbator. There was nothing left to hide. I turned around, spread my legs and bent over while doing it; reached my hand around and under my ass for a comic pose that elicited laughter; I rubbed my ass and tickled my balls. “He’s such a cute little stroke monkey,” Jenny said. “You have no idea,” mom said, “the car already smells like masturbator sauce just from the ride over.” “I need to cum, please let me cum!” I begged. “Very well, dear, cum for us.” And so went the next in a long line of gushing, spewing white milky hot cum jizz shots, leaving me collapsed in a naked, cum drenched heap, catching my breath. The two women smiled warmly, as if they had just witnessed a youngster’s piano recital and not a nude masturbation demonstration.

Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!