All characters and events in this story are purely fictional. All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.
Chapter 3 - Bobby Gets Better with Some Help
That night at dinner, Bonnie asked Bobby, "Did you really have to strip in front of Dr. Mauri?"
Bobby said, "I'm not sure I want to talk about that at the dining room table."
"That's alright dear," said his mom, "there shouldn't be anything about your physical exam that we couldn't discuss as a family. Plus as your mother, I'm always concerned about your health."
"Well, yeah, I did have to take all my clothes off."
"So you were naked in front of a female doctor. Were you naked the whole time?"
"Yeah, I couldn't put on my clothes until the exam was over." Bobby was blushing.
"I'm sure that the doctor was just trying to give you a thorough exam," said his mom, "and you shouldn't be so modest. You shower with the other boys in the locker room and that's no big deal. Besides she's a medical professional and has probably seen hundreds of boys in the nude. The important thing is whether she found you to be healthy or if you have any abnormalities".
"What did she do?"
Bobby really didn't want to go into that, so he said, "She weighed me and took a lot of measurements. She asked a bunch of questions and told me that I was a very healthy young athlete."
"Well that sounds wonderful. I don't know why you were so reluctant to talk about it," said Mom.
"I'm sorry Bobby. I don't mean to pry, but you seem to be visibly upset. There must be more to it. Mom and I really care about you. What really happened?"
"Well, like I said I had to strip naked and stay that way for the entire exam. I can't tell you how naked and exposed I felt. It was very embarrassing, and to make matters worse I got an erection. I guess that it happened to all the guys. Plus Dorothy was in the room the entire time observing. I thought that I was going to die, especially when the doctor asked me about my masturbation habits. She asked all kinds of questions and just wouldn't stop. Finally she asked about being trapped naked by a group of dressed females. I have no idea how or why she suspected that, but she wouldn't give up until I admitted it. That was my darkest secret and now she and Dorothy both know. Then Nurse Cathy walked in. It was her office, and she wanted to watch, but she did more than watch. She gave me what was supposed to be a quick pubic exam, but ended up stroking my penis until I ejaculated."
"Oh, Bobby, I'm so sorry. Now that I know more about what happened I feel terrible for you."
Bonnie added:"I am too. That was awful. It was no wonder why you didn't want to talk about it.
Bobby went to bed early that night. He was drained emotionally and physically from his ordeal. He fell right asleep. Maria however was too restless and tossed and turned for hours. She couldn't stop thinking about what happened to him. She finally got up and went to check on him. She hadn't done that since he was a child, but she needed to see that he was okay.
She walked down the hall and opened his bedroom door. He was sound asleep. She went over to his bed and sat down and listened to his rhythmic breathing. He seemed so peaceful, but that changed a few minutes later. He started trashing around and mumbling angrily. She shook his shoulder to wake him up.
"Bobby, you're having a bad dream, but it's okay now. You're safe. I'm here."
"Mom, what are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay."
"Oh. Well thanks. I was dreaming about Dr. Mauri. It was awful. Too bad today wasn't just a nightmare that I could wake up from."
"Yes, that the exam must have been a terrible ordeal."
Bobby smiled and said "You got that right."
"This whole thing has got me confused. I brought you up in a strict Catholic home, and you end up masturbating all the time with fantasies about being trapped naked by a group of dressed females. How did that happen?
"Sorry Mom, but I don't know either. I don't even know why I have them. They don't make any sense. Being naked in front of clothed women terrifies me. Why would it also excite me sexually?"
"I guess that's something that we'll have to work on. Meanwhile, speaking of work, now that I know why your sheets and pajamas are stained all the time. We need to fix that. I've been doing a lot of laundry."
She lifted her eyebrows and Bobby chuckled a bit.
"I don't expect you to stop masturbating over night, but maybe we could find something for you to use to catch all your semen. Did you ever try using a wash cloth?"
"Yeah, but they're not all that soft and certainly not very sexy."
"Oh, well how about trying this." With that she stood up, reached up under her night gown, pulled down her panties, and handed them to Bobby. He was stunned.
"I realize that they aren't the sexy thongs from some hottie, but they are soft."
"I don't know what to say, but I think you just broke the strict Catholic rules in our house."
They both laughed.
"Well you'd be surprised at some of the things that I did when I was your age. Girls that go to Catholic schools are a lot different from what most people think. Do you think that they are all sweet and innocent? No, I didn't think so. We used to talk about sex all the time. Not too many girls went 'all the way', but a lot of us got pretty close. Don't forget the pill wasn't available to us. When I dated your father, we were always looking for a place to make out. We couldn't very well do much in either of our living rooms. Our Dad's would have killed us, if we did much more than hold hands. Neither of us had a car, but sometimes we'd double date with a couple that did. That was great because the cars in those days had huge back seats. As long as the couple in front was preoccupied with their own fun, we could pretty much do whatever we wanted. We kissed a lot and our hands were all over each other. We couldn't get too undressed with people in the front seat, but my blouse usually got unbuttoned and my bra unhooked and sometimes it came off. Your Dad loved fondling my breasts. Meanwhile I would manage to get his pants open and my hand in his underwear."
"Mom, you were slut"