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>Sam (2018, Voy 2232876) had a mother who thought his >bare bottom was cute and adorable. Until Sam was 12 >years old, his mother would often pull down his pants >and his underpants and proudly show his bottom to her >visitors. > >That post, combined with your post, has inspired me to >write a story which probably happened a few times in >earlier times. > >……………………. > >Andrew had started to have frequent erections. Mommy, >noticing this, was proud of this developmental >milestone. > >After a scrumptious Thanksgiving dinner, Mommy’s >sisters and nieces gathered in the living room. Andrew >was not eager to listen so much girl talk, so he went >to his room. > >Mommy called out, “Andrew? Aren’t you going to >come out and be sociable?” > >Andrew came to the living room, still wearing the >T-shirt and shorts which he wore for dinner. >“Andrew, let’s let everybody see what a nice sun >tan you have. Here, let me take your shirt off. Good. >Now turn around.” > >There was a chorus of soft sighs. > >“And now: our visitors are all hurt because you went >to your room. They don’t think you like them.” > >Andrew said, “Sure I do.” > >“Good. Then your barometer will show them that you >do. Hold still while I get your shorts off. That’s a >good boy, now hold still while I get your underwear >off. > >“Perfect! Now turn around and show everyone your >barometer.” >There was another chorus of sighs. > >There was a flutter of soft giggles while 2-year-old >Stephanie came up and did a tactile test. > >Andrew’s mommy said, “What’s that, Stephanie? >You got one of those?” > >Stephanie’s mother got up and got her. “That’s >enough, Stephanie.” > >Mommy looked down at Andrew's body and seemed >ddisappointed. “Your barometer reading is >registering something, but don’t you like Aunt Hilda >and Aunt Mae and Cousin Julie better than that?" > >Andrew did not know what to say. > >Mommy continued, "They’ve all been nice to you, so >you should give them a little more than that.” > >The reading went up a little bit. > >Aunt Hilda, who was entrusted with raising Julie as a >single mother, said, “Julie’s getting to that >stage where she likes boys. She’s gonna feel like >she’s not attractive enough if you can’t >compliment her better than that.” Julie was about >Andrew’s age, so Andrew was probably regarded as a >reliable judge. > >Another relative said, “And your Aunt Josephine is >on as manhunt. She’s gonna need more encouragement >than that.” > >Mommy said, “You’re surrounded by beautiful girls >and beautiful women. You have a lot to be thankful >for.” > >It gradually crept higher and higher while the >visitors shouted, “Come on, Andrew!” “Aw, come >on, just a little more!” “Yeah! Show us how much >you like us.” > >When the reading went perfectly vertical, Andrew got >an ovation. > >Andrew started to put his clothes back on, but Julie >ran up and restrained him. “No, don’t. I brought a >Scrabble game to play with you, and this is how I want >to see you for the rest of the evening.” > >With no warning, Andrew ejaculated on the spot. That >brought an even louder ovation.
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