Jason was startled from a sound sleep by his mother's commanding voice, telling him to get up and down to breakfast. Sue Miller just burst into his room without knocking as she had done every morning for as long as he could remember. Indeed, she made a practice of abruptly entering his room whenever she had something to ask or tell him. In truth, she did it not to communicate with her handsome and athletic son, but to keep a watchful eye on him. A boy, especially one in his teens, might well be preoccupied with impure thoughts and impure thoughts led to impure deeds. This she could not abide and barging into his room when he least expected it had the desired effect of keeping his hands off his genitals – or so she hoped.

After her husband's death in an auto accident more than ten years earlier, she became totally obsessed with his upbringing. She wanted her son to grow up in a proper Christian home and Jason no longer had a father to help her with this difficult task. As he entered puberty, she knew that raw adolescent sexual energy was probably already surging through his young body and this made her even more determined to keep him pure and chaste. So determined was she to keep his sexual urges in check that she even required him to leave the bathroom door open whenever he needed to use it. The rule was simple: Whether he was showering his well- developed, nearly hairless body, urinating or even having a bowel movement, the door was to be left wide open.

While his mother was busy opening the curtains, Jason quickly got out of bed, doing his best to hide his morning erection from her gaze, and immediately went to the bathroom. As he started to close the door behind him, she yelled, "You know the rules young man. Leave that door open so I can see what you are doing."

"Aw Mom, why can't I go in private? I am almost eighteen, not a child," he protested. Since his father's death, he had tried his very best to be an obedient son. He knew his mother was struggling to do a good job raising him and he did not want to make things more difficult for her, but he was nearly a man now.

"Jason, I am not going to tell you again. Close that door and you will be punished just like a child. If you behave like a child, you will be treated like one." That was the final word.

He knew she was serious though, and that the consequences of disobedience were to be stripped nude and then forced to lie across his mother's lap for a bare bottom spanking. Jason was much larger than his mother and was a strong, muscular young man, but he was also very respectful of his mother's authority. She was a good Christian who believed in swift and firm discipline for even the smallest infractions. He hesitated only a moment longer and then in abject resignation, and with his erection now deflated enough to pee, Jason pushed the door back open. His mother watched as the boy drained his bulging bladder.

With Jason never knowing when she would appear in the doorway, he made his bathroom visits as short as possible and occasionally he would escape her humiliating intrusions. However, if his mother was home, she had an uncanny ability to sense when he was using the facilities. Oftentimes when he was having his daily bowel movement she would just stand in the doorway watching him do his business. As soon as the strikingly handsome teen saw her, his tight little anus would squeeze shut and nothing would come out. Attempts to wait her out not only were futile, but would result in questions about whether he was constipated and in need of an enema. The dreaded red enema bag was never very far from sight and one mention of the word usually produced the desired laxative effect.

In agonizing humiliation, and with much concentration, his pucker opened enough to empty his bowels. Before reaching for the toilet paper to wipe himself, he always gave his mother a quick, but pleading look that all but shouted "won't you even let me wipe my butt in private?" Of course he knew better so, with his head hung in shame, he wiped himself, then stood to pull his pants up. To his utter horror, she sometimes ordered him not to flush until she could inspect the contents of the toilet bowl. "I just want to make certain that you are feeling OK Jason. You know, a bowel movement can reveal a lot about one's health and a mother needs to know if her child is not well," she said in her most concerned voice.

This kind of scrutiny for a boy who was nearly eighteen was almost more than he could stand. The complete denial of any privacy left him totally humiliated and despite his frequent pleas, Sue Miller insisted on monitoring his every move. "It is for your own good. I love you so much and want to do everything possible to make you a fine, upstanding and healthy Christian man. Boys your age have only one thing on their minds and I will not tolerate any impure behavior in this house," his mother retorted, dismissing his desperate pleas for privacy. "When you have children of your own, you will have the same protective feelings."

Jason doubted this, but secretly allowed that maybe his mother really was just an overly concerned and protective parent. Whatever his feelings though, he knew better than to disobey. Not only would his butt end up bright red, but his humiliation would be even greater.

Before he entered puberty, Jason didn't terribly mind her constant oversight, but as soon as he started to sprout pubic hair and get erections many times each day, his desire for privacy became intense. As a young boy his mother regularly bathed him. Even now, she would frequently inspect his body after he showered to be sure that he had properly cleaned himself and this morning was going to be no exception. After he finished peeing, he looked over his shoulder to see her still watching him. "Now get those pajamas off and hop in the shower. Be sure to do a good job because you know I will want to look you over after you have finished. Boys just don't wash properly."

Slowly Jason turned on the shower faucets, stripped out of his pajamas and got in the shower. "Good boy Jason. I am just going down to get breakfast started, but I will be back in five minutes," she hollered as she turned and headed for the kitchen.

Quickly, Jason washed his hair and scrubbed his entire body, hoping to finish and get dressed before she had a chance to return. Maybe he could avoid another embarrassing body exam. Unfortunately, Mrs. Miller knew that her son would try be dressed before she could inspect to body for cleanliness. They had been through this routine countless times before and they both knew how it would end. Mom was still a step ahead of her son.

Just as he stepped out of the shower, there she was, all perky and smiling. "Perfect timing," she said with a grin that would make a Cheshire cat blush. As she took a seat on the toilet, Mrs. Miller ordered the boy, still nude, to stand immediately in front of her, legs wide apart and hands on his head. As often as this happened, the humiliation never diminished and he wished that the floor would just swallow him up.

Frustrated by his embarrassment she exclaimed, "My word Jason! I am your mother. As often as I have seen you naked, you should have no modesty left. In any event, we will have none of it in this house. You should be grateful that I care so much about you. Now, keep those mischievous hands on your head so they don't get in the way."

After looking in and behind his ears, she directed him to turn slowly around so she could take in his entire body. Satisfying herself that Jason had done a good job overall, she said approvingly, "Looks like you did pretty well so far, but let's check those little places that boys always forget to wash." And as if he was still a small boy, she said "Put your foot on my knee so I can check between your toes – boys always need to be reminded to wash between their toes."

Deep down, Jason knew that she was right. In his haste to get out of the shower and dressed before her inevitable intrusion, he did frequently forget to wash between his toes. This morning though, and to his great relief, he had managed to do a good job. "What a good boy! They look perfectly clean."

Jason shuddered at the thought of what was coming next even though he was quite prepared for it. "Now let's take a close look at your penis, shall we?" And with a practiced motion, she grasped his flaccid member, pushed back what little foreskin his circumcised penis had and slowly examined under the corona. She then looked up and down the entire shaft, giving his penis a couple of good strokes in the process. "Oh no," he cried to himself as he felt that familiar feeling in his loins. "Please don't let me get hard now." Satisfied that it was clean, she deftly spread the opening of his urethra to look for any signs of redness or irritation. Jason's mother had been a nurse before she married his father and her training dictated thoroughness when examining her only son.

As if his degradation and humiliation were not complete, she sternly ordered him to turn around. "OK Jason, you know the drill, legs wide apart, bend over and grab you ankles." With great reluctance, Jason did as he was told. "That's a good boy," his mother said in a sickeningly sweet voice, more intended for a young child rather than her nearly adult son. Once in position, his mother grasped his two bubbled cheeks and spread them until she could get a good look at his very pink and hairless anus. "Very nice job Jason," again said in a tone that maximized his humiliation, making him feel even more like a little boy. "You may stand up now and get dressed."

In a flash, he was upright, quickly wrapping his towel around him and started to turn towards the bedroom so he could put some clothes on.

"Not so fast young man." She stood, grabbing his arm, pulling him close to her and kissing him on the forehead. All his embarrassment and blushing had mad his face hot and his mother instantly thought that Jason might have a fever. "Honey, you seem awfully warm to me. Are you feeling OK?" she asked. "I think you might be coming down with something." Even before he had a chance to tell her that he felt fine, that his total humiliation had caused his face to flush and thus raise his body temperature, she had already decided to take his temperature.

"Please Mom, I feel fine. I don't need my temperature taken," he whined But he knew that his protests were falling on deaf ears. Once his nurse mom's mind was made up, there was no changing it. What disturbed him to his core was that for his mother, there was only one way to properly take a temperature. He had endured it many times before and each time felt more humiliating than the last. Jason watched his mother unsheathe the six-inch glass rod with the rounded bulb tip and begin shaking it down. As she reached for the Vaseline, the boy's anguish over what was about to happen brought him to the verge of tears. "Mom, do you have to do it that way? I am too big for that. Jeeez, I will be a college student in just a few weeks. I'm not a child!"

Totally ignoring her distraught son, she lovingly said "OK son, I think we're ready." She reached for his towel and pulled it away from his firm, young body. "Since we are already in the bathroom, we might as well take your temp right here rather than on your bed as we normally do." She took a seat once again on the toilet and instructed Jason to lie across her lap.

The boy, nude again and even more red-faced if that was possible, hesitated. Was she really intending to take his temperature as she had when he was just a toddler? Since then, she had at least allowed him a degree of dignity, however slight, by letting him lie face down on his bed with his pajamas pulled down just far enough to permit access to his anus. Now his mother was going to subject him to an indignity he didn't think even she was capable of.

"Jason! I don't have all day. Now get your little fanny across my lap this instant. Do you want a good hard spanking too?" she said threateningly.

The frightened and absolutely mortified teen knew she meant business and that there was no escape. His hands covered his penis and testicles in a futile attempt to preserve some vestige of dignity. Meekly he stepped towards his impatient mother and lowered himself across her lap. Jason's head was just touching the floor and his face was just an inch or so from his mother's bare feet. Running through his head was that he was already out of high school – almost an adult and now he was expected to lie totally naked across her lap like a two-year-old? She was actually about to stick a child's thermometer up his butt. How could she do this to him? He shuddered at the thought of what would happen if his friends found out. The "baby butt" jokes would never end.

Once his mother had him positioned to her liking, she opened the jar of Vaseline and put a big glob on the end of her finger. With her free hand, she spread Jason's cheeks, exposing the most private part of his body. Gently, but with the confidence and deliberateness of the trained medical professional she was, her lubricated finger coated his tightly puckered hole. Then in one swift move, she inserted her finger deep into his rectum. Jason let out an involuntary moan as he felt her finger invade his insides. With a practiced twisting and in-and-out motion, she completely coated his anus and the walls of his rectum.

Thankfully for his mother, her son could not see the smile that crept across her face, nor could he detect the dampness that she felt between her legs. Even if he could have seen her face, his senses were too numb to comprehend his mother's great pleasure. His mind was totally consumed by the horror that his teenaged penis was on its way to a full erection. Try as he might, Jason could not prevent it from growing to its full seven inches. He became obsessed by the prospect that his mother would see it and further humiliate him for lack of control and impure thoughts.

What he did not know was that his mother already could feel his hardness pressing between her closed thighs and this only served to make her more bold in preparing her son's rectum for the thermometer. Jason unconsciously moaned and he suddenly realized that he was actually enjoying the new sensations inside his rectum. The boy was confused by his uncontrollable reaction and horrified by the fact that he was deriving sexual pleasure at his own mother's hand

Slowly and reluctantly, his mother withdrew her finger and keeping her son's cheeks fully spread, quickly inserted the thermometer. "Now Jason, just lie still for five minutes so the thermometer can properly register." The thoroughly humiliated boy could not even manage an intelligible response. He had no semblance of dignity left and not even a shred of control over his body. His strong-willed mother was in complete charge of him and they both understood their respective roles.

Jason's mother kept one hand on the thermometer and his left cheek. Slowly, she twirled it and pushed it in and out, knowing full-well the effect the moving glass rod was having on her son. She could feel his now fully erect and pulsating penis pushing against her thighs. She smiled and used her free hand to gently massage Jason's back, right buttocks and inner thigh. The boy's mind was racing with extreme emotions – he loved the new sensations he was feeling, but was absolutely horrified that it was his own mother who was the cause of them. How could he ever face her again? She had to feel his teenaged cock throbbing against her thigh. In a comforting voice, she sought to reassure him. "Don't fret so Jason. It will all be over soon." But she took pains to ignore his obvious state of sexual arousal. She was enjoying his plight far too much and wanted to do nothing to interrupt the moment. Was that a little wetness she felt running down the side of her thigh just below his hard cock?

"Sue? Are you home?" It was the voice of Betty Ames, her oldest and best friend and also her next door neighbor. They were so close that neither bothered knocking when visiting the other. Betty just used her key to let herself in.

"Up here Betty. We are in the bathroom. Come on up," Sue nonchalantly yelled to her friend.

"Mom, PLEASE! Don't let Mrs. Ames see me like this, Jason pleaded."

"Oh don't be silly Jason. Betty used to change your diapers when you were a baby and she is a trained nurse who sees naked boys everyday down at the clinic."

"But mother, I am not a baby anymore. Please don't let her see me with a thermometer in my butt." He was practically in tears as Mrs. Ames appeared in the bathroom doorway.

"Oh, excuse me Sue. I didn't know you were, uh, busy," she stammered.

"Come on in Betty. I am just taking Jason's temp. I think he might be coming down with something."

Jason kept his eyes riveted to the floor, too mortified to look up, his face now beet red.

"You sure I'm not interrupting anything?" Her eyes were fixed on the beautifully shaped ass staring at her with a cute thermometer sticking out from between two perfectly formed globes. She could hardly believe her good fortune. She knew it was wrong, but Jason had been the object of her fantasies since he hit puberty and now she was seeing him in all his glory. He was pointed in the opposite direction so he could not see her lustful stare.

"Heaven's no. We'll be done in just a minute or two."

"You know Sue, I am glad to see that you still take Jason's temp rectally. I think it is the only reliable way to get an accurate reading. Bobby hates it when I take his that way, but I insist." Bobby was Betty's sixteen year old son who was just a year behind Jason in school. "Dr. Branford down at the clinic has a strict policy too about rectal temps for all patients 18 and under."

"See Jason, you aren't the only one who gets his temp taken this way," she said consolingly to her mortified son. "I am sure that Bobby still gets enemas too, doesn't he Betty?"

"He sure does, at least once a month whether he is constipated or not. I think they are an excellent way to keep you system clean and running like a top." Moisture was definitely starting to run down Mrs. Ames leg.

"Maybe I should give them to you more regularly Jason. They might make you feel much better"

Jason squeezed his eyes shut as if somehow that would make him invisible to the two women..

After what seemed like an eternity to the poor boy, he felt the rod being slowly withdrawn from his rectum. His mother reached for a tissue and wiped it clean. "There now, that wasn't too bad, was it? Looking at the thermometer, she happily pronounce Jason's temp as normal. Aren't you glad to know that you don't have a fever?"

Indignantly, he scolded his mother. "I told you that I was OK and you didn't believe me."

"Careful young man. You are in no position to sass me. You are not too big for me to spank and if I hear one more word, your fanny will get a lot hotter."

He instantly quieted down, thinking better of saying any more. "May I please get up now mother?

"Just one second more while I wipe away the excess Vaseline. Betty, hand me a couple of tissues, will you please? Actually, be a dear and hold his cheeks apart while I wipe away all this Vaseline from around his anus."

Betty practically tripped as she rushed forward to help her friend. "Sure Sue. We will have you up and out of here in no time Jason," she said trying to comfort the terribly humiliated teen.

"There, all clean. Now you may get up."

Jason quickly got up, turning away from his mother and Mrs. Ames in a vain attempt to hide his erection from her. He reached for his towel, pulling it snugly around his waist to cover up. In a flash, he was out the door and off to what little privacy his room provided. His mind was swimming with emotion and decided to lay down for a few minutes to collect himself before getting dressed and going downstairs to breakfast. What had just happened to him? He had after all, been more humiliated than he had ever been, but he had also enjoyed the strange new sensations.

In a strange way, he even got more aroused when Mrs. Ames came into the bathroom and when he felt her hands on his cheeks, he almost exploded. His penis was harder than it had ever been. Tentatively, he reached down and took hold of it, stroking it, slowly at first, but then the pace quickened. His breathing got heavy and within seconds Jason had perhaps the most powerful orgasm of his young life.

Knowing that this act of sexual pleasure would be severely punished if discovered, he quickly cleaned himself up and got dressed. On his way downstairs, he discreetly flushed the evidence of his orgasm down the toilet.

While was dressing, his mother was sharing her concerns with Betty about keeping her son from falling prey to the wrong influences when he went off to college. She had all she could do to control him when he was living right under her own roof. How could she possible keep him out of trouble when he was hundreds of miles away? The thought of her only son falling into the wrong crowd was worrying her sick. Somehow, she needed to keep Jason in line, even at such a long distance. With Betty's help, surely they could do come up with something.