(Everyone in this story is 18 or older).
The mothers had heard about it.
They had heard about the "jiggle juggle" game.
One of the girls had blurted the revelation and it had spread like wildfire.
So when Mark was doing the washing up- dressed in a lady's apron and nothing else- just the way his mother liked to keep him at home these days when nudity for 18 year old boys was being enforced very strongly- she suddenly said, as she stood peeling vegetables, "And are all the boys enjoying the new game?"
"Whadt?"
"You know the new game? Some of the mothers were telling me. Like at Mrs Lanbourne's with Jimmie Fraser? Or with Rodney at Mrs Reilly's? Girls after the swim meet, in the change room with their brothers?"
Mark blushed furiously.
"You know- the 'jiggle juggle' game. It sounds like great fun...and a grand way for girls to find out about male anatomy. And I hear from your sisters..."
Mark went weak at the knees as he guessed what was coming.
"...that you got trapped into it but ended up seeming to like it very much."
There was a note of glee in his mother's voice. A tone that said, I've got you young man.
To a strong athletic son, nude- but for that female apron with its pink design and silver bows and lilac ribbons. His muscular glutes perfectly framed.
It had happened after a rehearsal for Cowgirls and Indian Braves. A rehearsal that had made all the girls wildly excited because for the first time every boy was rehearsing wearing the new costume. Just an embroided belt. And nothing else. Mrs Cuff had been called away, something about Mrs Reilly and the scrotum competition and the girls had ganged up and had the boys standing in a line, all six of them required in act three, and were bending and crouching at their midriffs to take turns gently slapping the bottom of the testicle sacs...
...jiggling away...
...and watching the balls bounce.
Or juggle.
That is, playing the "jiggle juggle" game. With gentle slaps to the funny testicle bag.
Which quickly brought on erections, which caused female amusement, and tempted the contestants then to take a sudden cruel swipe at nutsacks to have the boy double over and execute a little tap dance going "Ohh...ahhh...ohhh..." or something like it, even exclaiming "No...no...Samantha..." or "Hell, no...no...Jane...don't do that!" Even trying to explain, "No, no...please don't. Boys are very sensitive down there!"
And so poor Mark had suffered as four girls had taken turns at this torture with him as the pathetic victim and four times he had doubled over and done his dance begging and pleading, like all the boys naked, except for the belt, while the cowgirls were dressed out in the fine elaborate costumes with tassles and belts and scarves and checked shirts and waistcoats and skirts and boots.
He melted at the memory.
Of course girls would have told his sisters.
Of course they would have told his mother.
And now his mother was proposing that after dinner tonight, with his cousin Susie visiting, they play a game of "jiggle juggle" and dear old Mrs Geiler would be here too.
"But...oh, mom...ah no! Not with Susie...not Mrs Geiler...not that game! No!"
"Turn around," she ordered him and reluctantly he put down the saucer and faced his mom.
His mom gave off a whiff of her favourite perfume Miss Dior. Yes, she was always elegant- today, in mauve silk blouse with pearl necklace at her throat.
She lifted the skirt of the apron. Suddenly her son was effectively nude. She had revealed his bratwurst cock with its huge pucker around the fat glans.
While he winced she stared intently. Again, she marvelled at her sons' preposterously large penis. She thought of her husband's and considered that she should not be surprised. His had been a whopper and he had always been eager to show it off- arranging on one occasion to loose his swimmers in the surf and emerge from the waves buck naked and pretending to cover up in front of their picnicking family, relatives and friends. Maids had complained, or noted slyly, that he had dared to walk bucked naked from bathroom to bedroom, and had been excited.
Mrs Campbell allowed the tips of her fingers to stroke her son's sac. Around and round one of the bird's egg testicles, then the other. Then the rear of the sac. Her fingers lightly tickled the velvet-soft, shaven skin. Then with the finger tips of her right hand she took hold of his grand glans and lifted his pendulant cock so she could cup his scrotum and juggle it gently.
Which made his powerful engine of his cock fill out... thrust forward...point skyward.
As she stroked and tickled and fingered, as if worshipping his testicles and their bag, she affected not to notice the erection process. Oh god, she thought, my own son...and the most beautiful shaft in Brewer. Look...look...at those veins.
"Yes, as I suspected. You could do with a little shave..."
"What? No, mom! She did it Thursday!"
"She" being Milly Slink, the girl who had taken over his shaving twice a week at school.
"Well, she's a nice young woman and I think she does a good job. But your testicle sac could be smoother. Come, we'll do it in the bathroom."
She whisked off his apron.
She noticed that fat artery twined around his stem, like a vine around a tree trunk. He was nude, and stiff.
In front of his mom.
She gestured with her head, pearl necklace juggling on her chest, suppressing a smile.
And it meant Mark following his mother out the kitchen, through the hallway of their glitteringly modern prairie style home and across the living room with its vast plate glass picture window which afforded a view of...of, oh hell! There she was- Mrs Wendy Fassbinder in her gardening hat and gloves, standing in their front garden looking at the rose bush hedge, with...oh, hell! "Sassy" Gilders, an 18 year old, who had just moved into their neighbourhood and who had been dying to get a look at the famous stripped boys from Grover Cleveland. Straining to be invited...to the swimming class, the school doctor's rooms, the rehearsals...but never in her two weeks in Brewer managing to see a nude fella. Until this moment.
Now the two of them copped an eyeful of a naked and erect young athlete and his charmingly dressed mother with set of pearls. A touching vignette. Worthy of the front page of Saturday Evening Post in its domesticity. Mom leading Son across the living room...but the son blazingly naked...and his handsome dick out and up. He, caught by the gaze of two very prurient female neighbours. One a mature age divorcee, the other a frustrated schoolgirl itching for male nudity.
Their eyes stood out on stilts. Mark clamped hands over his erect cock but he sheltered very little.
"Mom..." he ventured in a quailing voice. Meaning, "Mom...please...can we move on. Mom...these females are staring at me. Mom...it's making me go all shivery..."
But his mother was engaging in sign language with the females on her front lawn, even as they drifted across to be closer to the plate glass.
His mom did thumb gestures over her shoulder as if to say look what I've got behind me. As if to say, look at my silly son...naked as a jay...and getting all hot and bothered.
Then she mouthed something.
Mark heard her mouth the words "The game!"
Which brought smiles of recognition to Mrs Fassbinder and her young companion.
"Oh yes," they were apparently saying, as the boy read their lips. "The game! Of course! The game!"
Which just confirmed, thought Mark, all the females were talking about the "jiggle juggle" game.
They then laughed heartily and his mother led him on, to the bathroom. Mark was aware that at this point the lady and the girl must have been enjoying a generous view of his ass. His muscular, two soccer ball ass. They would be seeing it all- the muscles, the dimples- especially when his mother paused at the exit from the room to painstakingly straighten a picture, a reproduction of van Dyke's Laughing Cavalier. First this way, then that. She took her time, him standing behind her, his ass on display.
The portrait seemed to be laughing at the 18 year old boy, naked as the athletes of Ancient Greece. Goodness fella, the face seemed to be saying, you've got yourself in a nice fix, nude as a newt and on display to female eyes. Reflected in the glass on the painting, Mark could see the concupiscent females outside, savouring his glorious bottom.
Then in the bathroom she told him to stand arms at his side and she drew up the stool. Then she whipped up shaving cream in her husband's old mug. She was using the shaving brush to slosh- slosh seemed the perfect word- slosh cream around the mug and then...then around his ball sack. He shivered at the sensation. Briskly she sloshed it on. His cock hardened. Soon his balls were covered with cream. She tugged at a fold of the testicle sac and stretched the skin and started shaving, his erection poking like a cannon on a destroyer.
He thought he would say something he'd been rehearsing for weeks.
"Mom...gee mom...I gotta say that...for a fella...it's pretty darn embarrassing..."
She was moving her razor over skin, eyes flitting between the road of hairless flesh being exposed on the left side of his scrotum and the sight of his penis neck with folds of preupuce gathered like a winter scarf.
"Yes?"
"...for a boy to be n...n...n...nude...in front of ladies and girls all the time..."
"Oh Mark, don't be silly. All the boys are going nude. I know mothers who make them strip off as soon as they get home from school. And you go naked once or twice and it's done. All over. We see everything and you shouldn't be shy again. It keeps discipline. It makes you respect womanhood. It educates the girls. And..."
As she spoke she carefully shaved away, tongue between lips.
"...to be honest, all the mothers just love seeing our sons- the strong athletic ones but the unathletic boys too- stark naked. Shucked down. To your..."
And he knew she was going to use the awful expression that he knew his friends hated.
"...birthday suits. Yes, for sure. Seeing your features..."
