I grew up in a virtual CFNM Family in Perth in the 1970's. My mother was the dominant parent and she had this thing about girls. My father, brother and I were naked around the house throughout my upbringing but my mother was very much into fashion, cosmetics, grooming, the whole female thing and she doted on my little sister. She was treated like a little doll whereas the boys weren't even provided with nappies as infants.
We were a reclusive family and didn't socialise at all. When my brother and I left the house, apart from going to school, we didn't wear clothes until nearly 8 years old. I would answer the door naked for I was the designated one to do that, and I did receive strange reactions. But I didn't understand it was unusual at all. Our neighbour Mrs Larsen would drop by every day for a long chat and it was obvious why she did that. She always had that smile on her face and it seemed she were talking to my penis and not my face.
My mother was cruel to us males but never had a harsh word for my sister. If we upset mum in any way she would summon us to her table and cruelly pinch our dickheads, digging her nails into our flesh and twisting it up and aside. She would do this for quite a while before tearing her fingers away and discarding our penis. It would hurt like hell but we would accept that for it was her way. Dad received the same treatment.
She would often tell my brother and I the story of the Nazis castrating the Jewish boys in front of their mothers and families having strung them up by their ankles. She knew it upset us to hear that. When I was older I would masturbate to that story.
If she weren't happy with one of us she would place the large carving knife on the corner of the table and leave it there for the best part of the day. I felt quite vulnerable with that blade sitting on the table.
She obviously had a fetish for these things as I was hopping into the back of our car before a family drive one weekend with my mother holding the door for me. As I was about to get in she slammed the door on me. Fortunately I reacted fast enough because she would have shut it on my penis. I looked at her and she was smiling, "Nearly got you, next time I won't miss!" I was shocked. She had several more goes over the next few weeks nearly missing again and again before I decided to make sure it was safe before I entered the car and she were nowhere in sight. She was trying her best to trap my penis in what seemed to me like a gigantic and brut@l mouse trap.
We had a bit of a fly problem back then especially in Summer and I guess we were all a little spunky. The flies love semen and I would often have several flies drinking from my penis, particularly my pee-hole. I tended to leak a bit too. My dad and brother didn't have quite the problem I had but I would sit there watching television and left the flies to do their thing. I was also quite the masturbator and I had this constant sore beneath my glans on the left side of my dick. It would get weepy at times and burned like acid. The flies loved that and drank from it as if drawing from a well and rubbed their germs into it as flies do. I'm amazed it didn't get fly-blown and maggot-infested. My mother's solution was the Mortein Fly Spray. Dad and my brother would just get a quick blast as they walked bye but mum would regularly come over to my seat and spray me like a Fire Extinguisher. She kept a close eye on my sore but never took me to see a doctor. It got pretty bad at times, I should have received medical attention.
We were so free as a family that as late as age 15 I remember going to the local shops for mum wearing nothing but a t-shirt. I drew a lot of attention and got a boner as I proceeded to the shops. In the Deli people were quite amused and I still had my boner. When the storekeeper, an elderly woman served me, she looked down at me with a serene smile, soft blue eyes and gently asked what I would like. On the way home a panel van full of hoons started harrassing me. They slowed down and wolf-whistled at me, continually revved their engine and spun their tyres. The teenage blonde girl in the passenger seat was in fits of laughter, hysterical. I kept wondering, "What's their problem?"
My family and I were completely out of touch with society. In a lot of ways we were like white aboriginals.
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