Lucas bares it all for his mom…

“If you can’t strip by yourself Lucas, I can do it for you.”

She was already looming over me, and reaching out for the collar of my hideous sweater. I backed away from her into the coffee table, sweat dripping down my back as i stammered, “N-no, please no touching! I-I’m teasing you, s-so hands off!”

Instead of punching me in the stomach, my brash words made mom back off despite her anticipation. But now I was stuck back at stage one; shivering with embarrassment and fear in my own living room, my momma eyeing me like a starved lioness.

Knowing there was no way around this nightmare without me getting a black eye, I grabbed the hem of my sweater, and tugged it down far enough to expose my pale shoulders. Mommy bit her lip as even that little piece of my skin came into view, and I kept going— soon baring my chest as I shucked the top down to my ankles. The moment my nipples hit the open air, I knew something felt wrong… I was breaking a serious social taboo by just letting a gal see my bare chest.

It felt sickening to show off my body at all… but it felt a little liberating to be rid of that ugly, frumpy sweater. Jane’s note was still hidden safely in the sleeve, but that felt like the least of my worries right now.

Taking a deep, deep breath while mommy urged me to continue with that predatory glare, I took a break from this terrifying situation by slipping my shoes off. With my socks now on the carpet, I felt a deep sense of vulnerability wash over me; only compounded by my mom slipping a hand between her thighs with a quiet moan. I gripped the waistband of my pants, wishing there was another way, but knowing deep down how bad she would hurt me if I didn’t strip.

Using one hand to hide my flat chest, I pulled down on my pants, giving mom a view of the plain white panties she **** me to wear. My face was burning up scarlet, and my heart was thumping like a motorcycle engine, but I dropped the baggy slacks to my ankles without fainting. Mommy’s eyes went wide as she set her gaze on my crotch, and I actually started crying softly when I realized what came next.

“Hurry up Lucas. I said, Strip naked.”

When I hooked both thumbs into my panties, I wasn’t turned on like earlier at the restaurant, and I wasn’t raging with the hormones of a young man… I was just deeply ashamed, and humiliated, and betrayed that my own mommy would put me through this ****. I almost sobbed when I took my panties off for her waiting eyes, feeling her cruel stare burning into my naked body as my penis came into view.

I shivered and cried as quietly as I could while mom stepped closer to give my body a more thorough inspection. She cast aside any pretense of concern, and grabbed my wrists so I couldn’t hide my penis from her perverse ogling. I was butt-naked, and she was shamelessly taking advantage of me at my lowest.

It was mortifying, but…