Coerced by Mrs. Silver is an offshoot of another series (Caught naked by Mrs. Hunt). This story is purely fiction; any correlation to anyone is purely happenstance.
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One week and two days after being caught by Mrs. Hunt, A Sunday afternoon in mid-July, when my family got home from Mass at Saint Joan's, Mrs. Shelly Silver was waiting for us—sitting on her porch, on a green powder-coated bistro chair. When we pulled up to our custom home in our snooty gated community, my father liked to let my mother and me out before putting the car away into the Garage. Mrs. Silver walked up to my mother and asked her a question. Mrs. Silver was an extremely attractive woman; she had a beauty that wealthy husbands attract. Mrs. silver was around thirty-five. She was just slightly overweight, and her breasts were huge. Her stomach was almost flat, only a small belly. Working out was a means of keeping married in this neighborhood. She put some hours in at the gym. She knew her husband could afford to upgrade, if necessary.
She was thick, not fat, just voluptuous. My nineteen-year-old libido was kicked into top gear, just imagining what she would look like naked. She had shiny shoulder-length light blonde hair and clear blue eyes. She stood about five foot four. She was feisty; she and her husband often had a good row. Though they seemed reasonably happy, changes happened fast around there.
"Mary, Can you loan me your son, Phillip, is away on business. I need some help with boxes; I want to put away in the attic?" she asked my mom.
"Would you mind helping our neighbor, James?" My mother asked.
"No, Mom," I replied.
"Then hurry up and change out of your church clothes, then go over and help Mrs. Silver," she told me.
"Yes, Mom," I answered.
The day all happened ten years ago, one summer break, when I was attending UCD. Before studying at college, I had led a pretty sheltered life. I had attended a parochial high school known for a long football record of being undefeated. My parents were stringent. I had recently discovered I enjoyed being nude outdoors. Some friends and I had gone skinny dipping in the Sacramento River; this revealed my propensity to want to be naked outside. This daring preoccupation caused me to be caught naked in my parent's back yard. The previous Saturday, I was punished, for this offense, by Mrs. Hunt. While leaving her house, trying to get dressed on Mrs. Hunt's porch, Mrs. Shelly Silver had taken pictures of me naked. So I wondered about what surprises might come up due to her holding them as leverage.
I hurried up to my room and changed into work clothes. I hoped that one of the boxes; Mrs. silver needed help with was hers. I was obsessed with sex, always back then, especially after the skinny dipping outing. That day, my two friends and I were naked when a 40-year-old female Deputy came upon us. She then made us three young male freshmen perform jumping jacks on the shore, or she threatened to arrest us. She then spanked all of our bare bottoms several times, but embarrassingly this caused me to become erect. None of my friends reacted as I did. The forceful woman seeing my reaction had laughed at me, furthering my humiliation. She took a picture of my erection with her phone and made us all show our Id. She checked for outstanding warrants while we stood naked and waiting. She took a picture of my driver's license. Our records were all clean, so she sent us on our way. I had wished she would have taken her control of me a bit further, but it was not to be. I had often masturbated to conjectures of her cuffing me and taking me to her holding cell to ravish me. I remembered this right before I went two doors down and knocked on the Silver's door. Mrs. Silver answered the door and let me in, then closed the door.
"Strip boy, Cybill said I could use you as my naked slave," she said. "Remember, I have pictures of you committing public indecency," she continued. "So, you best do as your told," she said.
I started to strip off my clothes, shirt, shoes, socks, and then my boxers too. As soon as I was naked, I folded up my clothes and put them in a pile. My cock started to swell. I was feeling incredible, but why? Was it because I was nude and in front of the clothed Mrs. Silver? Is this normal? I was very embarrassed yet extremely excited.
"Good, I like you naked," she said. "Now, follow me, and I will show you the boxes," she continued.
"Nice shave on your pubes; Cybil did a great job," she said. Had Mrs. Hunt told her what happened? Are they that good of friends?
"You like being naked in front of me, don't you? She asked.
"Yes," I admitted.
"You are such a slut," she accused.
"You have a nice cock; you should show it more often," Mrs. Silver commented.
Being shaved made me feel even more naked. My eight inches were at full attention. Mrs. Silver turned and walked down a hall towards the back of the house. I followed her. She went through a back den right out a sliding glass door, straight out into the yard.
"The boxes are in the back shed," she told me.
I followed her outside; this turned me on. I loved the California sun on my naked body. What an erotic feeling, being outdoors nude.
"You like being naked outside, don't you slut?" she asked.
"Yes, I do," I admitted. My face turned beet red.
"Which makes you a little nature slut?" She queried. I felt humiliated.
"I suppose it does," I admitted, as I turned even redder.
"Maybe Cybil and I should take you on a picnic," she suggested.
Just then, I looked up at the upstairs window of Mrs. Hunt's house, and there Mrs. Hunt was smiling at me. Now, two clothed women could see my nakedness. Now it was even more humiliating but felt scandalously exciting. I thought my cock would explode as Mrs. Hunt waved at me, laughing. Mrs. Silver opened the door to the shed and pointed out the boxes. There were five of them.
"Pick one up and follow me," Mrs. Silver said.
"Yes, mam," I said.
