Parental Interference (Alternate)

You woke up the next morning feeling quite cold. You were so tired when you got home late last night that you passed out nude in your bed. As you went to put some clothes on though, you thought about the night before. No one seemed to care that you were completely naked when you got home. So why put on any clothes now?

You walk down to the kitchen, proud as a peacock. It's Saturday meaning that your mom was making cereal, your sis would soon go to her modeling gig, and you wouldn't have any plans aside from having to go with your mom to the Coogler residence later. As you sat down at the dinner table, you were met with a confusing reaction.

"Sweetie, could you bring all your clothes down? I need to throw them away."

You look at your mother slightly confused as to whether you heard her correctly. You can't imagine why in the world she would want to get rid of all your clothes. Although, you really don't have a problem with it. You just can't believe your own mother would be asking you to let her throw away hundreds of dollars worth of perfectly usable clothing. Looking over at your sister to see if she was in on whatever gag your mother was trying to pull, you see her eating her cereal quietly. You start to ask her what is going on then think better of it.

"Why are you throwing away all my clothes, Mom?"

"You obviously don't need them any more. Plus, it would make it that much easier for you to cum when you need to."

"I suppose that is true." The very thought of stroking your cock in public without having to pull down your pants has your cock very hard. You stroke it slowly under the table as you talk to your mother. Strangely, though, you don't seem to be building towards orgasm. In fact, you can't really feel your hand on your cock. Sure you can feel your penis with your hand. Your penis just doesn't seem to feel your hand. A nagging thought flits through your head about how you used to call your penis something else, but the thought barely registers before it is gone again.

"Why throw them away, though? Why not donate them to some charity or sell them to a used clothing store or something?"

"Well," your mother begins as the numbness in your penis slowly moves into your hand. "I just figured it was faster this way. Besides, who would want those disgusting things on their body?"

"Aren't you two wearing clothes right now?"

Your sister and mother look at you like you are crazy before looking down at their own bodies. When they see their clothes, they both scream loudly. Covering your ears, you feel the numbness pass into one ear as your other hand now descends to try rubbing one out. Your sister and mother have now ripped every single stitch of clothing from their bodies. Your left hand has now gone completely numb and you no longer remember your right hand. Standing up, you shake your head at your strange family as you head back upstairs to retrieve your clothes for your mother. On the way, you let go of your now dripping penis with your now forgotten left hand. Oddly enough, while you are unaware of your hands, even when you look directly at them, you are still able to use them. You just have idea what they are or what they do. Getting to your room, you start to feel the numbness in your lower belly near where your bladder is. Well, you feel the sudden lack of feeling.

Walking over to your dirty clothes bin, you try to think where you might have a large enough bag to put your clothes in. As you think on this, your bladder finishes going completely numb. The moment it does, urine starts to leak out of your penis. You are too deep in thought to really notice this, though. A few moments later, you realize that you can just stuff your clean clothes into the bin on top of your dirty ones. You set about emptying your dresser into the laundry bin. it takes only about 10 minutes to accomplish this.

You carry the somewhat heavier laundry bin down to the kitchen and plop it on the floor. You mother look up at you and smiles. Your sister has already left for her modelling gig. You notice her laundry basket sitting next to the kitchen door. You imagine, based on her reaction to her own clothes, that she must have been running around collecting her "disgusting" clothes while you were gone. You also notice your mother's clothes in a large bag next to the door. Your mother notices the urine stains on your leg and hops up smiling broadly. She runs over and hugs you tightly to her large chest.

"M-mom, what the hell was that for?!" You cough slightly from the sudden impact of her breasts on your chest. You are momentarily reminded of earlier when you thought about the name of your penis. You could have sworn you called breasts something else. The thought is only fleeting, though.

"Sorry, son. I am just so happy to see you are finally toilet trained."

"What are you talking about?! I've been potty trained since I was like 4 years old."

"No, Sweetie. You have been holding your piss until you found a room for it since then. I have been trying to break of that weird habit for years."

You are starting to get worried about your mother, but decide it is best left for another time. You push the laundry bin over next to your family's clothes.

"Hey, Mom. Do you want me to take these out to the trash for you?"

"Oh thank you, John. That would be very nice."

Dragging the collection of clothing outside gives you a few minutes to think about the day so far. Last night you came home with an erection and you were naked. No one even batted an eye. Now, your whole family is butt naked and you seem to have lost the ability to regulate your bladder. Everyone is acting like these things are perfectly normal. You also can no longer feel your penis or hands. Your entire crotch, now that you think about it, is numb. For some reason you can't fathom, you are perfectly OK with not having any feeling in your hands, penis and crotch/hip area. dumping the clothes in the outside trash bin, you carry the containers back inside the house.

"Hey, Mom."

"Yeah, John?"

"Is it weird that i can't feel anything between my waist and upper legs?"

"Your 'bikini' zone, you mean?"

"Hmmm. Yeah i guess you'd say that."

"Is that not normal?"

"I don't imagine it is. That's why I asked. I also seem to have no feeling in my hands."

"Well, I know that is normal, Sweetie. You were born without nerve endings in your hands from the elbow down."

You now realize she is right. Whereas before the sensation stopped just above your wrists, it now goes all the way up to your elbows. Maybe "sensation" is the wrong. The lack of sensation goes up to your elbows. Strangely, you don't really remember your hands ever being able to feel things, but you are not sure why you lower arms are numb. Sighing to yourself, you look up at the clock.

"Hey, Mom. We better get going."

"Oh yeah! You're right."