0 comments/ 228333 views/ 64 favorites Amy and the Doctor Ch. 01-04 By: TheSparkZone Part 1: Naked in School The teacher said, "Amy, it's your turn to come up to the front of the class and read your report." I reluctantly picked up the report from my desk and slowly walked to the front of the classroom. I nervously raised my report, but when I saw all the eyes of my classmates upon me, I was unable to speak. An eighteen-year-old senior in high school shouldn't be this deathly shy, but a severe lack of self-confidence pretty much destroyed all of my social skills. Even though I've been told that I have a really cute face, I've never been on a date or kissed a boy. I have a couple of close friends, but most of the kids in school don't even know I exist. However, the popular girls know me very well because they love to bully me. One of those girls is Tiffany, the captain of the cheerleaders, and she was in the classroom staring right at me. The teacher said, "Amy, either read your report or you'll fail this assignment." I said, "I'm trying Mrs. Ashford, but I have trouble talking in front of people." Mrs. Ashford said, "If I knew of a way to cure your shyness, I'd share it with you, but unfortunately I don't." Then Tiffany blurted out, "I heard that if you read your report in your underwear, you won't be nervous." Mrs. Ashford said, "No, Tiffany. I believe the saying is...if you picture your audience in their underwear, you won't be nervous." Tiffany countered, "This isn't a saying. There's documentation on the Internet confirming that addressing a crowd in your underwear helps you overcome shyness." Some of my other classmates quickly chimed in and said that they'd read it, too. Madison, who is one of Tiffany's followers, added that the top teachers in the country were using this method with great success even though she knew the idea was completely fabricated by Tiffany. Unfortunately for me, my classmates were very convincing and Mrs. Ashford bought into Tiffany's stupid suggestion. My heart began racing when Mrs. Ashford said, "Well, if it's on the Internet, it must be true." I pleaded, "No, Mrs. Ashford. Please don't listen to Tiffany. She's making it up!" Tiffany confidently said, "If you don't believe me Mrs. Ashford, you should look it up for yourself." Mrs. Ashford turned to Tiffany and said, "The class is only an hour long. We don't have time to look it up. You're a good student and captain of the cheerleaders, so if you say it's true, then I believe you," and then Mrs. Ashford looked at me and said, "Amy, please remove your clothes." I shrieked, "Remove my clothes? Here? In the classroom? In front of the boys...and everybody?" Mrs. Ashford said, "Yes Amy, take off your clothes. Tiffany was nice enough find a solution to your problem so the least you can do is give her solution a chance. Now hurry up and take off your clothes. We don't have all day." I whimpered, "But...but Mrs. Ashford, I can't take my clothes off in front of the class. Please don't make me take my clothes off." Mrs. Ashford sternly demanded, "Quit your whining and strip! The class is waiting Amy." When I refused to budge, Tiffany offered, "Amy looks like she needs some assistance. Should we help her?" Mrs. Ashford gave Tiffany an approving nod, so Tiffany, along with two big football players named Chip and Doug, walked up to the front of the classroom. I pleaded, "Please Mrs. Ashford, don't let them pull my clothes off in front of everybody," but Mrs. Ashford said, "I'm sorry Amy. You've wasted enough of our time. Now we have to take matters into our own hands." Chip held my hips while Doug grabbed my wrists and lifted my arms up over my head. Once I was immobilized, Tiffany looked at me with a mischievous grin and pushed my T-shirt up. Doug let go of my wrists one at a time so that Tiffany could get my T-shirt off, but then he grabbed my wrists again and continued holding my arms up in the air. Tiffany stepped aside so that everyone in the classroom could see my bra. My sandy brown hair is only shoulder length, but Tiffany brushed it back to make sure that everybody had an unobstructed view of my little white bra. Luckily I wasn't wearing a see-through bra, so my nipples were hidden. However, it was still humiliating to lose my shirt in front of all my classmates. My breasts are only medium sized, but the bra sort of pushed my boobies together. It created the illusion that I had a lot of cleavage to offer, which the boys really seemed to enjoy. I'm also a petite girl, only five feet tall, so I don't know why it took two football players to hold onto me. Regardless, Doug continued holding my arms up while Chip hung onto my waist. Tiffany said with an arrogant tone, "Now it's time to pull your pants down!" Tiffany began by raising each of my legs and removing my sandals. Then she held up one of my legs by my ankle and dragged her long red fingernails up and down the sole of my bare foot. My body twitched in agony as Tiffany tortured me relentlessly by tickling my foot. Tiffany giggled and said, "I think it's so cute when a helpless girl gets tickled!" Mrs. Ashford sternly said, "Amy is not a play-toy for your amusement, Tiffany. You have a job to do, so do it!" Tiffany meekly replied, "Yes, Mrs. Ashford," and released my foot. After removing my sandals, Tiffany kneeled down in front of me, reached up and unzipped my pants. Then she unbuttoned my jeans so that they hung open in front of me. Before continuing, Tiffany moved aside to make sure that she was not blocking anyone's view. She wanted everyone in the classroom to watch me lose my pants. Then a guy yelled out, "Look, I can see her pussy hair!" Tiffany added, "Well, you sure can," and then Tiffany began combing her long red fingernails through the little patch of girl-fur that was exposed above the elastic waistband of my skimpy white cotton panties. I was mortified as the football players held me in place while the rest of the class watched Tiffany play with the little bit of pussy hair that had escaped from my skimpy undies. Then Mrs. Ashford urged Tiffany to continue with the task at hand, so Tiffany moved her hands to my sides and placed her thumbs deep into the waistband of my tight jeans. As Tiffany ever so slowly slid my pants down, I sensed that something was terribly wrong. Unfortunately, it wasn't until my pants reached mid-thigh before I figured out what Tiffany was doing to me, right in front of all my classmates. I began screaming, "Stop Tiffany, stop! You're pulling my panties down, too," but Tiffany didn't bother to stop until my pants were completely removed from my legs. Then Tiffany saw my little undies entangled within my jeans and she sarcastically said, "Oh dear, Amy. You were right. I did accidentally pull your underpants off," and then she giggled as she stepped back so that everyone in the classroom could see my light brown pussy hair. I was mortified. All I had on was my little bra and I was being held in front of the class with my neatly trimmed hairy triangle out in the open for everyone to see. Thankfully, Mrs. Ashford came to my rescue and said, "Tiffany, please put Amy's panties back on her immediately." Tiffany said, "But Mrs. Ashford, if giving a presentation in your underwear is an effective cure for shyness, then wouldn't it be twice as effective if she gave her presentation in the nude?" Mrs. Ashford sat there for a while pondering the question as she stared at my nearly naked body. Unfortunately, the entire class was staring at my nearly naked body, too. While Mrs. Ashford took her time making a decision, my smooth legs, soft pussy hair and flat tummy remained exposed for all of my classmates to carefully examine. I was totally humiliated and I thought that things couldn't get any worse, but they did. After what seemed like forever, Mrs. Ashford finally replied, "Well, I suppose you're right, Tiffany. Go ahead and remove Amy's bra, too." I was still held tight by Chip and Doug as I begged, "No, Tiffany. Please don't take my bra off. I'll be completely naked," but everyone else in the classroom started yelling, "Yes! Go for it," so Tiffany gave me an evil grin and unhooked my bra. She slipped my bra off and I was now totally nude in front of the entire class. I could feel the eyes of my classmates scanning every inch of my soft tanned skin as I was held in place and forced to let them study my bare body. It was truly the most embarrassing moment of my life! Tiffany reached out, squeezed my full firm breasts and said, "Wow, they're even bigger than I thought they'd be." Next Tiffany tweaked my nipples and said, "You've got some nice pink puffies, too!" Tiffany began making soft circles with her fingertips over my delicate pink nipples, which really embarrassed me because she giggled and said, "Look everybody. Amy must like it when I touch her titties because her nipples are poking out nice and hard," and then Tiffany stepped aside, pointed at my nipples and emphasized, "See?" Everyone sat in silence for a moment, gazing at my bare breasts and hard nipples, and then one of the guys in the class yelled, "Touch her pussy!" Tiffany looked me in the eyes, smiled, and then she began sliding her hand down the front of my bare body. Her fingers softly caressed my flat tummy before pausing momentarily to gently tickle my belly-button. Finally, Tiffany's fingers reached the light brown curly hair between my legs. There was silence in the classroom as Tiffany slowly raked her long red fingernails through my exposed pussy hair. I assumed that Tiffany's goal was to playfully humiliate me, but I started getting extremely nervous because each time Tiffany's hand made a downward motion, her fingers reached further between my legs. My body shuttered when her fingertip finally made contact with my pleasure place. Tiffany managed to elevate my humiliation to an even higher level by splitting my pink pussy lips with her finger and rubbing back and forth. She even massaged my little clitty, which sent chills of delight throughout my body. Then Tiffany looked up at me and loudly stated, "You must really like this because you sure are getting wet down here, Amy!" My face turned crimson red because now the whole class knew that Tiffany was actually getting me excited. I took a deep breath the next time Tiffany reached between my legs because it appeared that she intended to slide her finger into my wet waiting pussy. However, Mrs. Ashford stopped her by commanding, "That's enough, Tiffany. Everybody take a seat and let Amy get up on the desk so she can read her report." I squealed, "Up on the desk! Why do I have to get up on the desk?" Mrs. Ashford said, "Because you're short and I want to make sure everyone can see you. Do you need Chip and Doug to help you get up there?" Not wanting those guys touching my naked body again, I quickly said, "No, I can do it myself." I turned away from the class and placed one knee up on the desk while my other foot remained flat on the floor. This put me in an awkward position because I was bent over with my butt sticking out and my legs spread. I looked over my shoulder and saw the boy in the front row gawking at me. A wave of humiliation flowed through my body because I knew that the boy could see everything I had to offer. Pulling myself up onto the desk left me elevated on my hands and knees at the front of the classroom with my bare ass pointed right at my classmates. In my vulnerable position, they could even see my pink pussy lips from behind. There were snickers and catcalls from both the guys and the girls as I finally rose to my feet and faced the class. I put one hand over my hairy triangle and held my paper in front of my breasts, but Mrs. Ashford said, "Hold your paper up higher and put your free hand at your side." From the expression on her face, Mrs. Ashford looked like she was enjoying the sight of my nude body just as much as my classmates were. My medium sized breasts, puffy pink nipples and sandy brown bush were now all completely exposed to everyone in the classroom, but I still couldn't speak. I kept thinking about the boy in the front row that was looking right up between my legs and gawking at my bare pussy lips. Mrs. Ashford said to me, "Class ends in a minute. If you don't finish your report, we'll have to do this again tomorrow." Then I looked to my left and noticed that the door leading to the hallway was wide open. I was so nervous that my paper started shaking, which made it even harder for me to read. Unfortunately, I only managed to mumble two sentences before the bell rang. In no time, the hallway filled with students and my classmates quickly crowded around the desk, making it impossible for me to get down. There were guys all around me. As I stood on the desk directly in front of them, my bare butt and light brown pussy hair were right at their eye level. It allowed the boys to thoroughly examine the most private and intimate places on my young tight body. More students began filing into the room for the next class as a crowd gathered in the hallway to get a glimpse of me standing there naked on the desk at the front of the classroom. The boys started touching my bare flesh, tickling my butt crack and running their fingers through the soft curly hair between my legs, and I was powerless to stop them. I looked to Mrs. Ashford for help, but she just sat back and smiled as if she was amused by the whole situation. Tiffany was standing next to Mrs. Ashford and she had a look of superiority on her face as she watched me suffer the humiliation of being naked in school. I panicked and started screaming, "Mom! Mom! Help me mom! Please help me mom!" My bedroom light came on and my mom rushed into my room. I threw my blanket off and my thin T-shirt was drenched with my cold sweat. My mom sat on my bed and put her arm around me. She asked, "Another one of those dreams, huh?" I said, "It wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare!" She said, "Are you sure? It looks like you were dreaming about boys. Your nipples are poking out and there's a wet spot on your underpants." I blushed and said, "Stop it, mom. You're embarrassing me!" My mom hugged me and crawled into my bed next to me. We cuddled until I fell asleep in the safety of my mother's arms. Before I left for school the following day, my mom suggested that I talk to someone about my nightmares. I was totally against the idea, but my mom insisted. My mom has always been very good to me so I decided to honor her wishes and talk to a therapist. The following evening, my mom found a doctor in a social network on the Internet. There was a picture of the man wearing a lab coat in front of what appeared to be a hospital and that was enough to convince my naïve mother that the man was a legitimate doctor. I said, "Really, mom...you expect me to talk to a doctor that you found in a social network?" My mom replied, "I can't ignore the fact that you keep having dreams about being stripped by your classmates, rendering you helplessly naked in school. Besides, the doctor is very good looking!" Against my better judgment, I agreed to talk to the psychologist. Unfortunately, I had no idea that the doctor was going to make my dreams a reality! Part 2: My Naked and Humiliated Mother I love my mother, but she has lower self-worth than I do. My mom has been pushed around by men all her life, beginning with her stepfather. My mother tells stories of how her stepfather spanked her bare bottom for misbehaving as her stepbrothers watched. My mom even received bare-assed spankings while her stepbrothers paraded their friends from school through the house. This made my mom the laughingstock of her high school. The abuse continued for my mother after she got married. I was the product of a teenaged pregnancy. When my mom was in her twenties, my father began blaming my mother for tying him down and ruining his life. My father never hit my mother, but he sought his revenge by publicly humiliating her, which in my opinion was even worse. It all started one night when my dad's drinking buddies came over to our trailer home. My dad told my mom to serve his friends their drinks, but she refused. This made my father angry. Then one of my dad's friends said that if his wife stood up to him the way my mother stood up to my father, he would force his wife to serve the drinks topless. My father got a gleam in his eyes and told my mother to remove her shirt. When she refused, my father demanded that she take her shirt off or he would kick her out of the house. I remember hearing my mother beg him not to make her bare her breasts to his friends, but with the threat of being homeless with a child, my mom gave in and slipped her shirt off. Then my mom removed her bra, but held her hands over her bare breasts in an attempt to hide them from my dad's drinking buddies. I couldn't resist opening my bedroom door a little bit so I could see what was going on. My dad seemed to really enjoy watching my mom work as a topless waitress. She was red-faced with embarrassment as she tried to hide her bare boobs with one hand while serving drinks with the other. Unfortunately, my mom's breasts were too big for just one hand and they spilled out into the open for everyone to see. After everybody left, I silently sat in my bedroom and waited to hear what was going to happen next. I expected an argument, but my dad told my mom that he was never so proud of her. He said that my mom made him feel like a king the way she showed off for his friends. It was a thrill for my father to watch his friends get so excited from seeing my mother's perfect breasts. Then my mom and dad disappeared into their bedroom and I heard the bedsprings squeaking for quite a while. My dad's friends began dropping by every Friday night. My mother appeared to tolerate being a topless waitress in order to make my father happy, but after a while, watching my mother bare her breasts to his drinking buddies didn't thrill my dad as much as it did in the beginning. My father determined that he needed to increase my mother's level of humiliation in order for him to get as excited as he did the first time he watched my mom appear as a topless waitress. The following Friday night, my dad gave my mom some new bikini bottoms to wear instead of jeans. My mom put them on, but after she looked at herself in the mirror, she told my father that she couldn't go through with it. My mom said, "You can't expect me to wear these in front of your friends. The front is so small that my pussy hair is peeking out and it barely covers my butt in back. I don't even think I could wear these to the beach." This infuriated my father and he demanded that my mother wear the bikini bottoms...and only the bikini bottoms when she served drinks. A heated argument ensued, which ended with my mother complying with my father's request. My mom was mortified to be in a room filled with men while wearing practically nothing. To make matters worse, as my mother had her hands full delivering drinks, the men would untie one side of her string bikini bottoms. On several occasions, my mom flashed part of her butt crack or partially exposed her pussy hair to the men, but she always managed to catch her bikini bottoms before they fell all the way off. My mortified mom looked to my father for help, but my dad just stood in the background with a big smile on his face while offering no assistance at all. If that wasn't bad enough, after a month or so of watching my mother struggle to keep her bikini bottoms on in a room full of men, my father found something even more revealing for my mother to wear. My dad forced my mom to perform her waitress duties clad only in a pair of tiny see-through panties. The panties were so small that some of her butt crack hung out in back and the material was so sheer that the men could see her hairy triangle showing through the front of the veil-thin panties. Amy and the Doctor Ch. 01-04 My father justified the change by stating that the panties didn't have strings holding them up, so they would offer more protection for my mother. My mother shrieked when my father made that statement because the little undies were nearly transparent. Of course, my mother lost the argument and ended up serving drinks clad only in the skimpy see-through panties. This horrified my mother because when she entered the room, my mom felt like she was wearing nothing at all. Having all those men gawking at my mom's nearly naked body totally embarrassed her, but eventually my dad even grew bored of seeing my mom in the skimpy panties and imposed even more humiliation upon her. He decided to turn my mother into a French Maid. My mom was very nervous about this arrangement because all she was allowed to wear was a tiny black apron trimmed in white lace and a matching hat. My mom examined her outfit, and then she turned to my father and begged, "This is going too far. Please don't make me wear this French Maid costume. Everyone will be able to see my bare butt." My dad sternly replied, "I'll tell you when it has gone too far. Now quit whining or you'll be showing more than just your ass!" I remember peeking out of my bedroom door that night and watching my dad collect money from his group of friends, which seemed to grow larger every week. The guys cheered when they first saw my mom in the French Maid costume because her big boobs and bare butt were completely exposed. It was embarrassing for my mom to display her breasts and butt to the guys, but her face really turned red when she'd bend over because her little apron would fall away in front exposing her sandy brown bush from the sides. My mom tried to hide from the guys, but they'd always find a reason to make her bend over. Then they'd move into a position where they could see what my mom was trying to hide under her apron. My mom looked like she was mortified and my dad didn't seem to care about her feelings at all. However, he did show his appreciation after his friends went home. Finally the day came when my mom had nothing left to offer except total nudity. She was so nervous that she could barely deliver drinks to the men. Knowing that her full firm breasts, light brown bush and smooth round butt were on display for everyone to see made it difficult for her to function as a waitress, but she managed to make it through the night. As usual, my father expressed his gratitude after his drinking buddies left. I went to bed in tears after seeing my mother humiliated in front of my father's friends because I was afraid it would happen to me. When I asked my mom why she did it, she said that she didn't think she had any other option because my father was the sole provider for my mother and me. Plus her Friday night strip shows were adding additional income to help the family make ends meet. After a few weeks passed, my mom admitted that she was starting to enjoy having a roomful of men lusting after her because it made her feel pretty and desirable. Soon my mom began flaunting her nudity in front of the men and she didn't seem to be nearly as embarrassed as she was in the previous months. Unfortunately, my mom's embarrassment and humiliation is what thrilled my dad. When that element was removed from the equation, my dad needed to find his thrill elsewhere. Even after everything my mom went through to please my father, he left my mom to marry some young innocent girl. It gave him the chance to start over with a new victim of his tactics for domination and embarrassment. My mom was distraught, but she said that she had no regrets. However, I had plenty of regrets. Remembering how scary it was to see my mom completely nude in front of a roomful of men is a major reason why I'm so fearful of having my body exposed to a boy. My dad left me with emotional scars that will probably haunt me for the rest of my life. His actions could also be the cause of my nightmares. The last time I saw my father was when he set my mom and I up in a trailer home on the outskirts of town. Again I asked my mom why she displayed her naked body to all those men and she replied that I was too young at the time, but she hoped that one day I would understand why she did it. She also hoped that some day I would get the chance to experience the thrill of being naked in front of a group of strange men, too. I'm older now, but I still don't understand. I'm also certain that I would not find the experience thrilling at all. My mom thinks she can replace my father by throwing herself at every handsome man that comes along. She also no longer has a problem showing off for strangers. It seems to thrill my mom when she flirts with men and teases them with her great body. My mom is a beautiful woman so I don't understand why she feels that she has to make herself so available to men, but she claims it makes her happy because she feels wanted. I guess my mom has spent her whole life having her body exposed to men, so it now feels natural to her. My mom loves the attention she gets when she appears partially or totally naked in front of a man. However, I am the complete opposite. Since my mom grew up only receiving attention from men when her body was put on view, she is now conditioned to believe that men are only interested in her when she flashes for them. I'm even embarrassed when my mom flashes men in my presence. When we go grocery shopping, my mother will wear her shortest skirt. Then she will bend over to look at items on the bottom shelf when she knows a man is looking at her. My mom's skirt will ride up in back, exposing her panties to the man. After giving the man a nice long look at her panty-clad butt, she will continue shopping and act as though she didn't even know the man was there. My mom also likes to go into the hardware store wearing a low cut blouse with no bra and too many buttons unfastened. There are men that demonstrate new products in the store and my mom will lean over in front of them to give the men a peek down the front of her blouse. One time, a man was demonstrating a new table saw and when he got a look at my mom's round rosy nipples, he nearly lost a finger. On one occasion, my mom told me to wait for the pizza delivery man while she took a shower. When the man arrived, my mom walked into the room with a towel wrapped around her head, and nothing else. She stood there for a long time with her breasts and bush completely exposed for the man to observe. Then she apologized, stating that she had just gotten out of the shower and didn't know that the man was there. When she left the room, she treated the man to a clear view of her smooth round butt. My mom has a history of undressing in front of the window when the mailman delivers the mail. She also likes to sunbathe when the neighbors are mowing their lawns. My mother wears the tiniest bikini bottoms and when she unties the back of her top, she always manages to accidentally flash her bare breasts to the men that are watching her. It gives my mom a huge thrill when she thinks a man is getting excited because she showed him a little skin or casually revealed her panties to the man. I, on the other hand, am deathly afraid of a boy seeing me without my clothes on. I'm so fearful of being seen naked that I have nightmares about it, which is why my mother contacted the doctor. Part 3: The Doctor and the Naked Girls in the Shower When I saw the way my mom was looking at the handsome doctor's picture, I was afraid the doctor was going to be my mom's next target. Then my mom discovered that the insurance she gets from her job at the local discount department store does not cover counseling. I was relieved because I really didn't want to see the doctor anyway, but my mom sent the man an e-mail. In her message, she told a sob story of how she was a single-mother raising a teenaged daughter in a trailer home on the outskirts of town. Because of her circumstances, she hoped the doctor would cut her a deal. The doctor said that most counselors charge seventy dollars per hour. However, he made house-calls allowing him to reduce his fee since he didn't have the overhead of an office and receptionist. The doctor offered a rate of fifteen dollars a session provided my mother paid in cash. My mother was thrilled and jumped at the offer, but I was leery of the doctor's motives. However, I decided to honor my mother's wishes and I agreed to see the doctor. The doctor arrived on a Friday evening and he was driving a Chevy Aveo. It was a fairly new car, but it wasn't the type of car I'd expect a successful doctor to drive. He introduced himself as Doctor Hefferton and he took a seat on the couch next to me. My mom settled into a chair directly across from us. The doctor had a warm smile and a caring demeanor, but I still had trouble opening up to him. Doctor Hefferton is a very handsome man in his early forties who claims to be one of the top psychologists in the area. He also said that he specializes in sexual abnormalities, so my mother thought I was in the best hands. However, he didn't have any credentials backing up his claims and it wasn't easy for me to talk about my innermost feelings to a complete stranger. The doctor said, "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you." I couldn't speak, so my mom opened up and gave an explanation of what was troubling me. My mom said, "Well, Doctor Hefferton, my daughter is having problems that are sexual in nature," and then she smiled at the doctor. The doctor smiled back and said, "Please Mrs. Wilson, call me Bob." My mom's face lit up and in a flirty tone, she responded, "Okay, Bob...and you can call me Debra!" As I said before, my mom is a beautiful woman. She's thirty four years old and stands about five-foot-four. My mom has sandy brown hair like mine and she's on the slim side, but she has full round breasts and a firm butt. We've been told that we look more like sisters than mother and daughter, but I wish my mom would act her age instead of mine. My mom was wearing a short jeans skirt and an off-white knit shirt. The outline of her bra was visible through the tight shirt, but it was obviously a flimsy bra judging by the way her nipples were poking through the thin material. Her legs were crossed and she was dangling her sandal from the end of her dainty little foot. My mom's short skirt had ridden up dangerously high, but with her legs crossed, the doctor could not see her panties. The doctor said, "Please continue, Debra." My mom said, "Well, as you can see, my daughter is a very cute girl with a terrific body." The doctor looked at me and said, "Yes, she's quite attractive," which made me blush. My mom continued, "But she's an eighteen-year-old senior in high school who's never been on a date, and she keeps having dreams that her classmates are pulling her clothes off and leaving her naked in school." The doctor said, "Hmm, interesting," and then he turned to me and said, "Have you ever been naked in front of a boy?" I replied loudly, "No, never!" The doctor said, "Can you tell me about one of your dreams?" I blushed and couldn't speak, so my mom said, "It's okay, Amy...you can tell him. He's a doctor." The doctor said, "Let's just give her some time to get comfortable," so my mom opened a bottle of wine. After the doctor and my mother finished their second glass of wine, they were much more relaxed, but I was still nervous and afraid to speak. Unfortunately, after having a few drinks, the doctor and my mother were even more anxious to hear me describe one of my dreams. I finally gave in and reluctantly told this story. Tiffany is the most popular girl in school and she loves to bully me. One day after gym class, Tiffany and her cheerleader friends began taking their shorts and T-shirts off right next to me. They were all wearing skimpy lingerie that looked like it was purchased from Victoria's Secret. There was cleavage spilling out all over the place and their G-string panties barely hid anything at all. Even though it was just girls, I was afraid to take my clothes off in front of them. Maybe I was embarrassed because I was wearing plain white cotton panties and a simple white bra, or maybe I just didn't trust those girls. Regardless of the reason, I decided that I would wait until Tiffany and her cheerleader friends were in the showers before I began undressing. Unfortunately, as the girls started removing their bras and panties, they noticed that I was still fully clothed. Tiffany said, "Look girls, Amy's afraid to take her clothes off. I think she needs our help!" By now, all of the girls were stark naked as they turned their attention to me. I was surrounded by bare flesh, perky breasts and perfectly manicured pussies. Since the girls were all cheerleaders, they were strong with firm bodies, and I was no match for the five of them. The girls pulled my T-shirt and shorts off in no time, and then they pulled my bra off. One of the girls actually broke the clasp on my bra when she pulled it off, which was very upsetting because it forced me to remain braless for the rest of the school day. After pulling my panties off, the girls dragged me into the shower with them. I stood under the shower while the girls began laughing and playfully rubbing soap all over each other's naked body. The girls aren't lesbians, but they certainly act like they are. The cheerleaders took turns soaping up each other's ass, making sure they ran their fingertips up and down one another's butt cracks. The girls also made sure that their breasts were nice and clean, paying close attention to their pretty pink nipples. Considering the girls barely had any pussy hair at all, they sure spent a lot of time shampooing each other's pleasure zone. Suddenly Tiffany noticed that I was just standing there so she ordered the girls to clean me up. Tiffany instructed her cheerleader friends to wash my face and the girls began lathering up their bare titties. The cheerleaders proceeded to clean me up by rubbing their soapy breasts all over my face. Every one of them dragged their hard nipples across my lips and a few of them managed to push a nipple into my mouth. I said to the doctor, "I was so embarrassed! Can you imagine having a group of naked teenaged girls rubbing their soapy bare breasts all over your face?" The doctor paused for a moment, but then he looked over at my mom and the two of them began to laugh. He finally said, "Um, yes...that must have been embarrassing for you," and then the doctor tried adjusting himself to hide his raging hard-on from me, but all he really managed to do was bring it to my attention. I started to blush when I realized what my story was doing to the man and my mom giggled when she caught me staring at the bulge in the doctor's pants. My mom was obviously getting a little drunk on the wine she was drinking because she spread her legs far enough apart for her white panties to peek out from underneath her short jeans skirt. Her nipples were also poking out prominently against her snug knit shirt and she made no attempt to hide them from the doctor's view. I was sitting across from my mom with the doctor sitting next to me. Since I could easily see my mom's panties, I was certain the doctor could see them, too. After my mom poured the doctor and herself another glass of wine, the doctor said, "Amy, please continue your story," so I did. After I received a face-full of breasts, Tiffany dropped the soap and ordered me to pick it up. When I bent over to reach for it, Tiffany stuck her bare ass right in my face. My nose ended up in her butt crack and it caused me to drop the soap. Tiffany ordered me to pick up the soap again and this time she pushed her blonde bush into my month. I could feel Tiffany's wet pussy hair against my tongue and I was unable to move away from her. I was now on my hands and knees, and Tiffany's naked friends held me in that position while Tiffany gyrated her hips and made fake orgasm sounds. The soft blonde fuzz between Tiffany's legs was dragged across my face and pushed into my mouth over and over again, and my tongue even made contact with her precious pink pussy lips. Tiffany must have liked that because she held my head in place and rubbed her wet slit back and forth across my mouth until I agreed to lick her pussy again. Soon I heard laughter behind me and discovered that the other girls in my gym class were watching from outside the shower. I was so mortified by the ordeal that I had a nightmare about it that evening. The doctor looked surprised and said, "Wait a minute. You mean that wasn't a nightmare?" I said, "No. It really happened to me." He said, "You mean you were totally nude in the shower and a group of naked teenaged girls rubbed their soapy bodies up against you?" I said, "That's right. Now you know why this is so upsetting." The doctor smiled at my mother and she smiled back. It didn't seem like either one of them were concerned about my feelings. It appeared as though they were only using my story to fuel their desires, but I continued with my story anyway. I rinsed off, got dressed and left the locker room while trying not to make eye-contact with anyone, although I heard several snickers and giggles as I left the locker room. However, in my nightmare it didn't end that easily. In my nightmare, the girls from my gym class that were already dressed led me away from the girls' showers. I was still totally naked as they marched me into the boys' gym. The girls forced me to stand on the second bench in the bleachers while they waited for Tiffany to arrive. As they waited, the girls held my arms to my sides so my bare body was completely uncovered. My breasts, bush and butt were all open to public viewing and the boys took full advantage of my embarrassing situation. Tiffany finally entered, but Ms. Roberts heard about the disturbance and rushed into the boys' gym right behind Tiffany. Ms. Roberts, the girls' gym teacher, arrived just seconds after I was released by my captors and she demanded to know why I was standing there stark naked in the boys' gym. Tiffany quickly told her that I wanted to show off by streaking the boys during gym class and all the girls came to watch. As I desperately tried to shield my nudity from the boys, I attempted to explain what really happened, but Ms. Roberts became furious and accused me of trying to get out of trouble by blaming the other girls. Ms. Roberts said that since I wanted to streak the boys, then that's what I was going to do. She punished me by making me run laps in the boys' gym for the entire period. Ms. Roberts also sat in the bleachers the whole time watching me run and she looked like she enjoyed seeing my naked body jog past her lap after lap. As I nervously trotted around the boys' gym in the nude, the eyes of every boy in the class were upon me. I tried holding one hand in front of my pussy and the other over my ass, but it became uncomfortable having my boobs bounce up and down as my bare feet patted across the basketball court. I ended up cupping my hands over my breasts to keep them from bouncing around. Unfortunately, that left my smooth firm butt and sandy brown bush completely uncovered as the boys watched me run around the gym stark naked for an entire hour. When the bell rang, I made a beeline for the girls' locker room and as I burst through the locker room door, I awoke from my nightmare. The doctor sat there speechless, so my mom broke the silence by asking, "Well Bob, what do you think?" The doctor said, "Debra, I think you and I need to discuss this in private." My mom said, "Okay," and in an attempt to quickly rush me out of the room, she said, "Amy, it's getting late. You should go to bed." I said, "Bed? It's only ten o'clock," but my mom winked at me and said, "Bob...I mean the doctor and I need to talk." Amy and the Doctor Ch. 01-04 It was clear that my mom wanted to get rid of me so she could be alone with the handsome doctor. I decided to let my mom have her fun by thanking the doctor for his time. I went into my bedroom, but with my bedroom door cracked open, I could see and hear everything that was going on in the living room. Part 4: Naked and Teasing the Doctor I should have afforded my mom some privacy, but since they were talking about me, I couldn't help eavesdropping. After another glass of wine, the doctor had several ideas about therapy for me. He also offered some therapeutic suggestions for my mom, too, which she was willing to try out immediately! The doctor and my mother were obviously charged up after hearing my story. However, Doctor Hefferton remained dignified as my mother took a seat next to him on the couch. He had plenty to say, all of which was disturbing to me. Doctor Hefferton told my mother that it is very unusual for an eighteen-year-old girl to be afraid of boys. He said that I had intimacy issues and I needed to face my fears. He also said that I had lesbian tendencies, which should be explored. When my mother asked him what I needed to do in order to cope with these issues, the doctor suggested that I try innocently revealing my body to random boys. He justified his position by establishing that the boys would enjoy looking at me in various states of undress. I thought to myself, "Well, duh!" He continued qualifying his diagnosis by telling my mom that after placing myself in situations where my body is accidentally exposed in public, I would learn from the boys' reactions that I am viewed as a work of art rather than a sex object. I would become proud of my body and my self-esteem would skyrocket, which should put an end to the nightmares. My mom said, "That makes a lot of sense." As my heart raced, I said to myself, "That makes no sense at all!" Doctor Hefferton also said that I should try engaging in a girl on girl relationship. Since I have such a fear of boys coupled with dreams about naked girls, I should make love to a girl in order to determine if I am trying to suppress lesbian tendencies. He said this could also cause nightmares. Then he chuckled and said that having a lesbian affair while boys watched would be the ultimate therapy! I shrieked to myself, "Ultimate for who...the boys?" Doctor Hefferton and my mother were in the living room and I was watching them through my partially opened bedroom door. With so much of my future in the hands of this so called doctor, I felt compelled to monitor their conversation as well as their actions. My mom opened another bottle of wine, as if they hadn't had enough to drink already, and then she asked the doctor how to proceed with my therapy. As they sipped their wine, the doctor said, "Well Debra, we obviously can't address the lesbian issue right now." My mom said, "Yes, we'll have to try that in the future!" The doctor smiled at my mother, so she blushed and said, "I mean we'll have to discuss my daughter's lesbian therapy later." Doctor Hefferton asked point blank, "Debra, are you a lesbian?" She replied, "No...but I'm willing to learn," and then they both laughed. After they settled down, my mother said, "With regards to exposing my daughter in public, I can't ask Amy to just strip and walk around naked in front of boys. How do we ease her into this therapy?" Doctor Hefferton replied, "Her exposure must be innocent, accidental and gradual. We could start by having her go braless in a thin top." My mom immediately asked, "Will you excuse me, Bob?" He said, "Why of course." My mom said, "I have to use the little girl's room. I've had a lot of wine you know," and then she disappeared down the hall. The doctor waited patiently until my mother returned. When she re-entered the living room, she was still wearing her thin top, but the doctor was happy to see that she was no longer wearing a bra. The snug knit shirt clung to the curves of her breasts and her nipples poked out prominently against the front of the delicate fabric. The doctor didn't say anything, but the tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. My mom took a seat next to the doctor, pushed her big boobs out and asked, "What would you suggest as the next step for my daughter?" As Doctor Hefferton blatantly gawked at my mom's breasts, he said, "Um, your daughter could hike up a short skirt and flash her panties." My mom slowly inched her jeans skirt up and asked, "Like this?" The doctor said, "Well, um, yes, but I can't see your panties." My mom proceeded to hike her short skirt all the way up to her waist, and then she asked, "How about now?" My mom's white panties were now fully exposed to the doctor as he said, "That's much better!" My mom left her skirt up, but she crossed her legs as she took another sip of wine. Doctor Hefferton sighed in disappointment as my mother's silky white panties were now blocked from his view. The doctor quickly explained the next step of my treatment in the hopes that my mom would continue following the plan right in front of him. The doctor said, "It might even be more beneficial if you...I mean your daughter accidentally unfastened her skirt so that it would fall down when she stood up. She could act surprised to make sure it looked like an accident." My mom grinned, but she did not reach for the zipper on her skirt, which caused the doctor to sigh in disappointment again. My mom said, "I'm sorry doctor, but there's no button or hook on this skirt. There's just a zipper." Doctor Hefferton anxiously said, "You could unzip it and pretend like the zipper broke." My mom said, "I don't know. That seems so cliché," as a look of frustration appeared on the doctor's face. The doctor said, "Another alternative would be for your daughter to go without panties under her short skirt." My mom said, "I guess that would work. She'd know that she was naked under her skirt, but she could still hide it from everyone else." Then my mom stood up, reached under her blue-jean mini skirt and slowly slid the silky white panties down her legs. After removing her skimpy undies, my mom walked across the room to put her panties on a chair. When she bent over to place her little undies on the chair, her short skirt rode up in back. Doctor Hefferton almost strained his neck trying to get a peek up my mother's skirt at her bare ass, but unfortunately for the doctor, only a small portion of my mom's round rear-end was put on view for the doctor to observe. When my mom returned to the couch, she pulled the hem of her skirt down so that everything stayed hidden, which prompted the doctor to say, "Now your daughter should hike her skirt up again!" My mom chuckled and said, "Oh Bob, we've already played that game. Why don't you have another sip of wine and chill out." As the frustrated doctor leaned forward to get his wine glass, my mother reached behind her and acted like she was straightening her skirt. However, unbeknownst to the doctor, when my mom moved her hand behind her, she secretly slid the zipper on her short jeans skirt all the way down. Then they sat back on the couch and chatted with the doctor as they drank their wine. My mom is such a tease! As they talked, my mom would cross and uncross her legs. Each time she lifted her leg, the hem of her short skirt would slide up a little higher. With the knowledge that my mom was naked under her skirt, the doctor was almost incoherent as the hem of my mother's skirt came closer and closer to uncovering the Promised Land. Then my mom scooted forward on the couch to set her glass down on the table. Scooting forward caused her short skirt to slide all the way up, but just as her soft brown pussy hair began to peek out, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pushed it down so that she was completely covered. I thought the doctor was going to suffer a heart attack as his face turned red from excitement, but when my mom pulled her skirt down, he looked like a boy that was forgotten by Santa on Christmas Day. Then my mom asked the doctor if he wanted some cheese and crackers to go with his wine. The doctor said that it sounded good to him, so my mom stood up to go into the kitchen. As planned, when she stood up her skirt plunged to the floor leaving her bottomless in front of the doctor. My mom's beautiful bare butt was right in the doctor's face as she screamed, "Oh no, the zipper on my skirt must have come apart!" She bent over to pick up her skirt without bending her knees, which gave the doctor an unobstructed view of her smooth firm ass. Again the doctor's face was red from excitement as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. My mom picked up the skirt, and then she turned around to face the doctor. As my mom examined the skirt, the doctor examined my mom's sandy brown bush, which was only inches away from his face. My mom giggled and said, "Isn't that funny. We talked about breaking a zipper on a skirt and then it really happened," which was a lie because I saw her pull the zipper down earlier. My mom asked, "Well, I can't put this skirt back on. Should I put my panties on?" Doctor Hefferton quickly blurted out, "No! I mean, why bother. I've already seen you without panties." My mom giggled and said, "You naughty, naughty doctor! Do you really expect me to remain bottomless for the rest of the evening?" The doctor grinned, but didn't answer so my mom said, "Well, if that's what you want me to do, then I guess I'll just put this skirt over on the chair with my panties. After all, you're the doctor!" My mom walked over to the chair directly across from the doctor and bent over straight legged again. When my mother bent forward this time, the doctor had a clear view of her smooth bare ass. After putting her skirt on the chair, my mother returned to the couch. As she slowly walked across the room, my mom made no effort to hide the soft triangle of hair between her legs from the doctor's hungry eyes. When my mom finally returned to the couch, she sat back down next to the doctor and crossed her legs. Most of her pussy hair was hidden, but there were still a few strands of girl fur on display. My mom looked at the doctor and said, "You're sweating. Is it hot in here?" The doctor replied, "Um, yes. That must be why I'm sweating." My mom said, "I'm a little warm, too. Do you mind if I get comfortable?" Doctor Hefferton said, "I would love it if you got comfortable." The doctor was thrilled because he assumed my mom was going to remove her shirt. However, she only pulled her shirt up far enough to reveal the undersides of her perfect round globes. My mom's delicate pink nipples remained hidden from the doctor's view. The sight of my mom's partially exposed breasts combined with the bare skin on her flat tummy was so exciting for the doctor that it was causing sweat to drip from his face. My mom said, "Bob, you're sweating. Let me wipe your face!" She looked around, but she couldn't find a napkin or anything to use to wipe his face. My mom said, "I guess I'll just have to use my shirt." My mom put her hand inside her shirt without removing it and leaned forward to wipe the doctor's face. As she wiped his face with her hand, she couldn't help rubbing her breasts up against his face. This really thrilled the doctor, but moments later it got even better. My mom's left breast accidentally slipped out from under her shirt. When she felt the doctor's tongue against her hard nipple, she pulled away from the doctor. My mom looked down and when she saw that one of her breasts was fully exposed, she giggled and said, "Oopsie!" Then my mom put her hand back under her shirt. She leaned forward towards Doctor Hefferton and stretched the thin knit top up high enough to allow the other breast to fall out, too. Ignoring the fact that she was now essentially topless in front of the man, my mom said, "Let me finish your face," and then she leaned forward, but as she wiped the doctor's face with her hand, she also rubbed her bare titties all over his face, too. The doctor looked at my mom's bare boobs and said, "It's just like the shower story your daughter told." My mom said, "Except those girls were naked," and then she pulled her top all the way off. As my mom began pushing her big melons up against the doctor's face, my naked mother said, "There...now it's like my daughter's shower story!" My mother suddenly stopped and stood up in front of the doctor. As she displayed her nude body to the man, she said, "Bob, I think it's time for you to cool off, too!" My mom pulled the man's shirt off and I was impressed with his upper body. He had well-defined arms and a flat stomach. Then he stood up and my mom quickly removed his pants. All he had on was a pair of blue boxer shorts, and as my mom put her fingers inside the waistband of his boxers, I began to feel something stirring inside me. I thought to myself, "Wow. I'm about to see a penis for the first time!" My mom pulled his pants down and there it was, right in front of me. It was long, thick and hard, and it looked like it was throbbing. I guess they do that when a man is excited. I'd never seen one before, but it looked pretty big to me. My mom confirmed my appraisal when she said, "My oh my Doctor Bob...you have quite a big one!" Then my mom said, "I'll bet it's tasty, too," and then she kneeled down and put it in her mouth. As her luscious moist lips went up and down on the man's hard missile, I couldn't resist the temptation of touching myself. I began moving my finger back and forth over my jeans, but I couldn't feel anything so I quickly pulled them off. As I rubbed myself over my panties, I had an urge to touch my breasts, too. Of course, touching myself over my shirt didn't quench my desires so I pulled my shirt and bra off all in one swift motion. I looked down at my white cotton panties and decided they had to go, too, so I pushed them down to the floor. Now I was totally nude, just like my mom and Doctor Hefferton. I peeked out the door to see what was going on and the doctor was lying on the floor. My mom was straddling the doctor's face as her head bobbed up and down on his rigid rocket. While my mom pleasured the doctor, he began licking the pink slit between her legs. As I watched the doctor and my mom perform in the sixty-nine position, I couldn't help inserting a finger inside my bare beaver. It felt so good that I moaned out loud. I quickly caught myself and suppressed my moans so that I wouldn't alert my mom as to what I was doing in my bedroom. The doctor began moaning loudly, so my mom took the man's penis out of her mouth and began stroking it with her soft hand. I watched in amazement as Doctor Hefferton grunted, and then he released his body fluid. Streams of a white milky substance shot into the air as my mom continued stroking the doctor's manhood. The doctor soon collapsed, but he quickly regained his composure and continued tending to my mother's needs. As I watched the doctor move his finger in and out of my mother's pleasure place, I pushed a finger into my own tight wet pussy. It didn't take long for me to bring myself to an earth shattering climax. Soon my young bare beaver was so over-stimulated that I could no longer withstand the touch of my own finger. I whimpered softly as I withdrew my finger from my dripping wet pussy, and then I pushed my bedroom door shut and fell asleep on the floor, still completely naked. I don't know what happened between my mother and the doctor the rest of the evening, but I was certain that I would see him again. Even though the thought of being placed in humiliating situations terrified me, I still was able to sleep peacefully through the night. Maybe the doctor's therapy would effectively cure my condition, but I wasn't crazy about exposing my body to strangers in public. Of course it appeared that my mom would be flashing right along with me, but I was still in no hurry to begin the treatment. Unfortunately, my treatment was scheduled to begin the following morning!