Too racy for an erotic book? (Part 2!)

In an unexpected twist, Smashwords bounced back SPU3.1 because the interior caption didn't meet their partner standards. Specifically, the stock email reply said:  

"Some of our retailers are super-sensitive to nudity (even illustrated nudity). Per the Smashwords TOS, we don't allow floppy bits, nipples, nudity, butt cracks, explicit sexual acts or graphic sexual content on cover images or inside material. Please upload a new or altered image at Dashboard > Settings > Upload New Cover."

Which is totally fair, it's their playground, they can dictate how people play in it.  Although I don't think they really meant the cover, which has all the girl bits covered up:

They probably meant the captioned image I usually put around the half-way point in some of my novels, to give readers a little "stroke break".  The SPU3.1 caption was originally this:

She's still got everything covered up too (trust me, I checked!) but in a much more suggestive way than the cover.  (It took a little strategic blurring to make this image safe, which is not noticeable unless you zoom way in, which I know none of my respectable readers would do.)

So I'm going to replace that caption inside the book with this one:

Same text, but a much more wholesome image.  One thing readers should note is that I don't just look for T&A when I choose these pictures, but the expression on the model's face.  That really has to match the tone of the cover or caption, and while there are a lot of nude girls on Shutterstock, only 10% look like they're having any fun!  Why do photographers always discourage their models from smiling?!?

Anyway, the second girl's wholesome look actually makes the caption work better, so I'm actually happy that Smashwords asked for this change.

(Another neat thing about Smashwords is that anyone who bought the first book can download the updated copy for no charge, which allows authors to feel good about being able to correct typos and plot holes when readers find them- all their previous customers can always get the fixed versions for free!)

After fixing a few typos at the same time, I'm going to re-upload the book later this week and will report any  further developments.

(**UPDATE 2/4/16**) Smashwords just accepted the new upload into their Premium catalog , which means it was the above caption which was the only problem.  The book was always selling on Smashwords, but now it will get distributed to Apple, Barnes and Noble, and Kobo, so that Apple can reject it again in a few weeks or so.  (Apple rejects a lot of erotic books for a host of dumb reasons, but that's a whole different blog post.)  So for now... a win?

The Great Experiment Begins- Sex Powers University Episode 3.1 is Published!

Okay, here goes!  On Smashwords, I've just published Episode 3.1 of Sex Powers University: "Smooth As Silk": 

(Click to enlarge)

Instead of single 40,000-word book six months from now, this term at SPU will be released in 10,000 to 20,000 word monthly episodes, just like a comic book or TV show.


This will let you get the parts of the book faster (one episode a month versus the whole thing six months from now), let you comment on scenes you're hoping to see in later episodes (which might get in there!) and should let me explore more fun side plots without feeling constrained by a single book length.

That's the theory anyway.  The first episode grew to 30,000 words but I think it holds the tension, so please, comment here on what you thought of this first episode, what you'd like to see for later episodes, what length/price/publishing schedule you'd best prefer, and enjoy Troy, Jessica and Amber's continuing adventures at SPU!

Link to the book on Smashwords here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/611223

How much money does a self-published erotic (femdom) author make?

This is a question I get every now and then.  Now, I'm not the Stephen King of Femdom fiction or anything (Stephanie Queen?) but I'm farther along than someone who's never published for money before, and since the numbers are in for 2015, I thought sharing this data might help some first timers out.

I'm going to part the kimono and show you all my sales numbers, what prices I've charged and why, and go over some other self-publishing tips, hopefully convincing some of you potential authors to get in on the fun!

I mainly self publish on Smashwords.com.  I've got some of my books on Amazon too, but even though the potential audience is a million times bigger on the Big A, my Smashwords books outsell them 100x.  Don't know why.  But Smashwords does seem a more welcoming gathering place for all sorts of erotica.

One nice thing about Smashwords is the sales reporting, which they report instantly and pay after each quarter of a year.  Here are my numbers for the four quarters of 2015:

A couple of interesting things stand out.  First, there are two high quarters and two low quarters, and they correlate to when I release my books.

Sex Powers University #2 was released on February 14th, and its sales gave a bump to the Q2 payment (the Q1 sales), of  $459.86.  My Sister Forced Me Into CFNM was published June 29th, and it gave a bump to the Q4 earnings (Q3 sales), of $444.87.

(Even though 'My Sister' was published before the 7-16 cutoff date of the Q3 earnings, most of the sales happened after that, rolling into the Q4 earnings.  The CockSitter's Club #1, published Dec 26th 2015, will show up in early 2016's earnings.)

So that's one data point: each new book I publish causes a spike of about $200-250 in the next quarter's earnings.  But much more importantly, in quarters where I DON'T publish any new books, I still have sales of around $200, from new readers just finding my old works!

This 'long tail' is what tips self-publishing from 'not worth it' to 'worth it', if you can produce quality.  It's totally worth it to spend 3 months of nights and weekends making an awesome ebook, going over draft after draft even when you don't want to, making it more and more polished, if it will make you $50 every three months for the rest of your life.

(The 'long tail' is a business idea that, since electronic products cost almost nothing to stock, the real value comes not from the initial burst of sales, which a lot of authors stress over, but from the next 10 years of slow, trickle-in sales.  My ebooks on Smashwords may very well sell tiny numbers for the next 100 years, long after my death.  It doesn't cost me anything, it doesn't cost Smashwords anything, and if people still get joy from it, why not?)

But what does it take to create that long, somewhat dependable stream of revenue?  

1. A LOT of titles. 

I've got 11 ebooks on sale at Smashworks right now, so many that I can't fit my entire Smashwords dashboard into one screenshot:

(And there's more!)

Back a few years ago, when I only had 4-5 titles, my dependable quarterly revenue was about $75-100.  If some reader suddenly finds you, and loves you, the process of them slowly buying your books in sequence is what causes that 'long tail'.

2. Quality Work

There is a LOT of free femdom fiction out there.  Some of it is okay (and inspires me!) but a LOT of it is worth exactly what you pay for it: free.

I've always felt that, if you're paying for a book, it should be much, much better than all those free stories out there.  What do I mean?

Well, finish the story by paying off those character arcs!  If the main character starts the story with a problem, have them grow and learn something by the end!  (See The Cocksitter's Club #1, or The Sissy Sort #1 for when I did this.)

Take the time to actually write out the dialogue scenes, don't just 'plot summary' over the best parts!  (i.e, "The hot girls kept the boys nude all day, teasing them about their needy, erect penises constantly, in ways that would totally be super hot to hear and are the whole point of the story if I wasn't too lazy to write out an example of them right now...")

We've talked before about why Dialogue is hard, but hot.  It's the soul of your characters, and many free stories skimp on it, because they're not being paid by the word.  But you are.  

Let's talk about prices.

My general rule has been, charge about $0.99 per 10,000 words.  Sometimes I go higher, sometimes lower, but that's what I shoot for.  I believe ebooks should always cost less than a paperback book.  Paperbacks of 100,000 word sci-fi novels (my other vice) go for about $7-10 at Barnes and Noble.  So that's why I shoot for the 30,000 word, $3.99 range.

Also, that seems to be about the length where I can stretch out and really explore the idea without losing tension or beating the premise into a dead horse. Your mileage may vary, but that's what I'd shoot for if I was a new author. 

Finally, let's talk about FREE.

I believe that the first book in a series should be free.  Not right away, but when the second book in a series comes out.  Why?  Because there is a LOT of bad erotic fiction out there.  Readers have to trust you to spend money on yours. 

And if you want to earn a reader's trust, first give them trust.  Give them that free ebook.  If you're as good as you think you are, they'll buy more.  Check out the sales of my first book ever, "Gods at Eighteen #1: Kylie's story":

 Yep, all of 40 people bought it when I was charging money.  But after I made it free, 2691 people downloaded it!  (Probably less, since for some reason folks download these books 2-3 times).

But still, that's about 1,000 readers who tried my work, because it was free!  My best selling book, BTW, is the one right after that, "Gods At Eighteen #2: the Drake Cheerleaders Incident,":

So maybe 1,000 people downloaded the first free book in the series, and then I sold 163 copies of my second.  That's a better deal than any advertising, marketing, or "social media"  I could ever pay for.  It pays to make your first book free.  Do it. 

(Not saying I don't want fans to talk on forums about me or do social media marketing if they feel like it.  I'm just saying the kinds of social media marketing I could PAY for are dwarfed by the return on investment of making my first book free.)

But how much does it COST to be a self-published erotic author?

Time, mostly.  A 30,000 word ebook takes me about 3 months of nights and weekends to write, edit, edit, format, edit and edit again, if I'm doing anything else in life.  Maybe one month if I focus only on the work.

That's the only cost, your time really.  Smashwords and Amazon are free to list on, and covers are pretty cheap. 

I don't believe starting femdom authors need to pay someone to design their covers.  Just go to www.shutterstock.com and put in a search for 'sexy' and 'isolated'.  The 'isolated' tag means your image will come up with a white background, and then it's pretty simple to put text to make a simple, but sexy cover that fits the tone of your book:

 

That's pretty simple cover, right?  You could make that without paying someone $500, right?

You can get the rights to 5 images like that on shutterstock.com for $50, which is $10/image.  If you write quality work in the $3.99 range, you'll make that back in 3 sales, so yeah, not much of a cost there.

Once you become the next Stephanie Queen (payoff of joke!) you can hire someone to make you professional covers that look horrible, but if you're starting out, I say go with the simple, isolated look.

So what have we learned from all this?

 

I could look at those earning numbers two ways.

I could say: "I spent all year writing femdom fiction and all I got from it was a lousy $1,345.90!  I'm so pissed- that's not even a minimum wage job!"

OR I could say: "Holy shit!  I just got paid $1,345.90 to do something I love, that I would probably do for free anyway, and that hundreds of people really enjoy!  Life is awesome!"

I choose the second path, and any author that wants to make it has to as well.  This is a hobby, one that I love, but would do less of without that financial incentive.  The fact that I can get paid anything at all is bonus, and those dollars cover the cost of covers and force me to do that fifth editing/rewriting pass that I really hate but still do, because if people are paying me money for this, I'm going to make the best product I can!

I hope any aspiring erotic/femdom authors got something out of seeing my earning numbers for 2015, and if you want me to do this again in 2016, let me know!

(We'll see what affect releasing a new Sex Powers University Episode every month for the first six months of the year has on earnings.  For those looking for an update, the first draft of SPU 3.1 just got done this week, and now I begin the horrible but necessary process of cutting the fat out of the story.  Five. Times. In. A. Row.)


**EDIT 3/20/16**  Doing taxes on self-published writing income BLOWS.  Make sure you save receipts of any possible writing related expenses, or you'll lose about HALF of your income to taxes.  BLOWS.

**END OF EDIT**

Update on Sex Powers University 3.1, and a fun caption

FYI, for anyone looking for updates, the first draft of "Sex Powers University, Episode 3.1" just got finished this week!  Now onto the editing and formatting process to get it ready for release by the end of the month!

Here's a fun caption that's totally unrelated:

Oh my god Cocksitters Club #1 is finally published (and news about Sex Powers University 3)

Because one anonymous commenter asked for it, Cocksitter's Club #1: Lori's interest, just got published on Smashwords today!  (See, your comments DO matter!)

It's a lot of the same stuff I wrote for my better femdom writing blog posts a year back, but with some stuff cut, some added, and a lot polished up.  You can always read it for free on my blog, but some folks wanted a downloadable copy to keep (and that cover is adorable) so here you go:

You can find the book here.  These two sentences are a link.  Click them.  Shit, I meant these four sentences are a link.  

And I've also got big news about Sex Powers University #3.  There's a big change in how I'm going to release it.

Instead of one big 40,000 word book available in six months (or a year, knowing how my schedule goes), I'm going to release SPU 3 in six smaller 10,000 word episodes, one month at a time, for 99 cents each episode.  This will have a few benefits:

• The book comes out faster, the first installment due in Feb, instead of July. 
• I am more able to respond to feedback, just like we did with the story "The Best Costume at the Party": if readers suggest something awesome in the comments for episode 1, it can show up in episode 2!
• I am more able to explore diversions and side stories that always get cut for space in the final book, just like monthly comic books can, (vs. a 1.5 hr comic book movie, which has to be tight) 
• It will force me to produce great work consistently, not just once a year.

And the final omnibus will get released in July or so anyway, as a collection of all 6 episodes, for $5.99 or something.  So folks who want to wait and get it all at once can do so.  (And there'll be a coupon for steady readers of the episodes, to even out the prices.)  

Anyway, that's the experiment and I'm really excited to try it.  It could fail, it could be awesome, but the great thing about self-publishing is the freedom to try. 

But I do think making each 10,000 word episode stand on its own will make the whole work stronger and give me the space to explore ideas, and I hope a lot of you cum with me.  I'll be letting folks know more news as it happens. 

Thanks for all your support!

P. F. Dee

Anyone making resolutions to write more femdom fiction in 2016? Download this graphic to help you out!

A while ago I did a 8 part blog series on "Writing Better Femdom Fiction".  It was just a set of rules I've stumbled across to make my writing more fun, and a few, not many, people read those posts.

But IN CASE there are any aspiring femdom writers out there who want to do more in 2016 than they did in 2015, I've summarized those rules into the infographic below.  You can download it, make it your desktop, whatever, I just want more folks to write more awesome femdom stories for me to read!

Enjoy and happy 2016!

Pool days #1 (F/mmmm, CFNM, momdom)

The sun was hot but the water was cool, and I couldn't think of a better way to spend my summer vacation, floating on an inner tube in my pool. Especially as I watched one of my friends sneak up behind the other, as the third distracted the target from the other side. Hank never saw it coming until both boys struck, Tommy pantsing him and Uri pushing him into the pool at the same time.

“HEY!" the suddenly nude boy cried, as he flew backwards into the deep end. He surfaced, spitting up mouthfuls of water. "Give those back!”

We were all dying of laughter.

"Make me!" Tommy cried, then ran off with the boy's swim shorts when Hank burst from the pool to give chase. Hank was never going to catch him- he was trying to cover his crotch with both hands as he ran- it was too funny!

“Come on, this isn’t fair!” Hank cried. Once he did get close, but Tommy just tossed the shorts over the nude boy’s head to Uri, who now ran the other way. I started almost crying in laughter as Hank's nudity dragged on, the other two playing an expert game of keep-away as the boy turned red, all over. At one point he looked at me. “Jeff! It’s your house- make them give my clothes back! This is embarrassing!”

I was laughing so hard my words came out as coughs. “No- way! This is- hilarious!”

That just made Hank curse and start to chase Uri again.

“You're not trying very hard!” Uri laughed at the hobbling nude boy. For a moment, Hank gave up trying to cover himself- not that he was doing a great job before- and running wild and free, his bits flopping everywhere, he finally cornered Uri against the grill. The blond Russian jumped and tossed the shorts across the pool, right to me.

Hope sprung in Hank's eyes, as he looked at me. "Jeff! Thank god! Give them here!"

I looked down at the decision in my hands. Then laughed and tossed the shorts to Tommy instead of Hank. “Sorry!”

"Come on!" the nude boy cried, now having to turn and chase Tommy instead. Hank wasn't even trying to cover himself anymore, and raced after his shorts, with a speed borne of desperation. He had been naked almost a full minute now! Tommy was staying just out of arm's reach, laughing as their circles around the edge of the pool became tighter and tighter-

“What the holy heck is going on out here!” my mother cried, coming out of my house.

Tommy put the shorts behind his back, Hank yelped and jumped into the pool, and Uri just froze, as my mother walked off the back porch, barefoot in tight jeans and a tee-shirt.

“Nothing, Ms. Gainer!" Tommy said, holding the shorts behind his back with a grin. "We were just horsing around, is all. Sorry if we disturbed ya.”

"I'm sure you are, Tommy Thompson," my mother smirked as she walked towards him. “And I’ll be more disturbed when one of you slips on these wet concrete and cuts their heads open! You boys are in high school and you’re still acting like ten-year-olds!”

I gulped. Any second she could look down and see Hank nude in the pool! The red-faced boy was low in the water, hugging the wall with his front, but still...

“Sorry mom!" I said. "I’ll keep them in line! You can go back inside now!”

“I will. As soon as Tommy hands me Hank’s shorts.”

I almost fell off my inner tube. “What! You saw that?”

“Of course,” she chuckled, as I saw Hank try to sink even lower into the water. His face was bright red now! “I was washing dishes and had a front row seat to how all of you teased poor naked Hank for entirely too long! Now give them here.”

Tommy handing them to her, like he had gotten caught stealing cookies. “It’s just a little fun, Ms. Gainer. It didn’t really hurt him any.”

She took the offered trunks but didn’t return them to Hank, wringing the water out of them instead. “I know. That’s why you other three are going to hand over your shorts and be naked, too.”

This time I did fall off my inner tube, into the shallow end of the pool. I came up spitting water. “What!”

“You boys like stripping and embarrassing Hank so much, let’s see how you like it!” she laughed.

“Mom! You can’t be serious!”

“I sure am. There’s hedges all around the pool, no one will see you.” She gave Tommy a wink. “Except for me.”

Tommy and Uri both looked at me, to see if she was kidding.

“Ha ha, mom,” I said. “We get the lesson.”

“Not yet you haven’t." Smiling, she put her hand to her chin. "I think... fifteen minutes of outdoor nude time should do it?”

“Mom! Enough!”

Even the normally bold Tommy was starting to swallow hard.

My mother dropped her smile. “Shorts,” she said, holding out her hand. “Right now. Or I’m telling all your mothers what type of movies you four have really been watching during your sleepovers here. You geniuses know that the cable company mails me a record of every pay-per-view ordered, right?”

We all instantly fell silent.

That would be disaster! Especially with Hank’s conservative mother! Even Uri's mom might make his life hell if she knew. But, I thought, that would still be MILES better than having to-

“Oh hell, it’s just fifteen minutes,” Tommy laughed, and before my disbelieving eyes, he cannon-balled into the pool, came up holding his swim trunks in his hand, and tossed them to my mother's feet!

“Somehow I knew you’d be the first, Tommy Thompson,” she chuckled, picking up his discarded swimsuit and wringing it out as well.

“I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” the now nude boy said. He was facing right at her while he treaded water in the deep end!

“Of course you don't,” my mom chuckled, then turned to the other boy. “Uri?”

The blond Russian was blushing. “Sorry, Ms. Gainer,” he gulped, getting into the water first, then hugging the sidewall as he slipped his shorts off and handed them over. "Sorry."

"I'm not mad. I'm just letting you boys see how it feels," she said with a smile, taking his shorts too. And then, finally, she turned to face me.

"No WAY!"

"All four of you will be nude for fifteen minutes," she said, "or I'm locking the doors to the house and three of you can be nude for an hour.”

Hank gasped. “Jeff! Your sister will be home from volleyball practice by then! We can't!"

I had planned on resisting this horrible command to the last- she couldn't make me do this- I wasn't a child anymore! But between my mother's stonewall attitude and my friends' relentless pressure, I started to have doubts.

“Please,” Uri begged me. “We cannot be like this when Sierra comes home!”

Hank nodded. “Jeff, you have to!”

Even Tommy laughed, treading water nude like he did it every day. “It's just your dick and balls, dude. It's no big deal.”

“I told you not to start that stupid pantsing thing, Tommy!" I spat at him, holding my waistband underwater like it was a lifeline. "Look what your stupid game has gotten us into now!”

"Actually, it looked like you encouraged it, not tried to stop him," my mother laughed. "And that's why you and I will have words after your friends have left, mister. Now drop those shorts, or you WILL be naked when your sister comes home!"

That would be the worst humiliation of them all!

My heart was pounding as I undid the string on his waistband. Could I really do this? It was going to be so embarrassing!

"Now, mister!"

"Come on, Jeff! Before it gets worse!" Hank begged.

I took a deep breath, dove deep underwater, and pulled my shorts off. I had done it! I was naked and swimming in my back yard!

I surfaced and tossed my only piece of clothing onto the concrete deck, at my mother's feet.

Who smiled and picked it up. "Maybe this will teach all you boys a lesson,” she said, wringing the water from it. "None of you boys thought about how being nude against your will would feel, so now we're all going to deal with this." She walked back to our porch, tossed the shorts inside, and closed the sliding door. “Together.”

“You’re going to stay with us?!” I cried, shielding my crotch with my hands underwater.

“Of course,” she laughed, walking back to poolside and relaxing into a lounge chair. "How else am I going to make sure you boys don't horse around during your time out? If one of you smacked your head while you were buck naked, now that would be an embarrassing 911 call!"

"But, but, Mrs. Gainer..." Hank sputtered. "We're naked! And you're a woman! You can't just watch us swim!"

"Of course I can. When I was a young girl, women used to watch men swim naked all the time.”

“Really?” Uri gulped.

“I'm sorry you boys don't have any way to look it up on Wikipedia right now, so you'll have to believe me,” she laughed. "It used to happen all the time at the YMCA, at the beach, at school. Most women my age have relaxed around nude boys all the time. And all mothers definitely have; Jeff was practically naked all the time until he was five- I couldn't keep clothes on that boy!”

I started to blush even more as she laughed and non-chalantly waved her hand. "So you boys just go on and do what you normally would have done. Just pretend I'm not even here."

None of us moved a muscle.

"Well go on. Swim!" she laughed. "Unless you boys want to do nude activities outside the pool. I've always got gutters you can clean!"

We looked at each other and gulped, then started slowly swimming, trying not to get too close to each other or show our bodies to her. That eventually resulted with all four of us hugging the walls and making a circuit around of the edge of the pool, passing my mother once every thirty seconds or so.

She just leaned back in her chair, watching us!

"I'm so glad all four of you are cute, muscular young men," she laughed. "It makes monitoring this punishment barely a chore at all- I could watch this all day!"

My friends blushed, me most of all.

I couldn't help it- moving around in the pool, buck naked in the broad daylight... And the water, swirling around my totally exposed cock and balls...

I gasped as I felt a tightness in my crotch, one that I knew all too well.

Not NOW! I begged my body, as my penis started to stretch.

But with an concentrated effort I willed my erection back down, even though the tingles threatened to strike again at any moment.

My mother wasn't making it any easier.

She wolf whistled, then laughed, "I should get a drink to go along with this show!" We all blushed as she laughed again. "Looking good, boys- only thirteen minutes left to go!"

Then she started talking to each of us as we floated past her chair.

"Is this the first time you've been totally buck naked outside, Uri?"

The Russian blushed and nodded. "Yes Ma'am."

"How about you, Tommy?"

"Nah, I've been skinny dippin' twice before!" the idiot laughed. “I wouldn't even mind if you joined us, Mrs. Gainer- I mean, in a bikini or somethin', of course!”

I groaned. Why was I friends with him again?

"I don't think I'll be putting on a bikini for you boys any time soon," my mother laughed, crossing her long legs fetchingly. Her nude foot bobbed right at our face level now. “But thank you for inviting me."

She turned to the next boy. "How about you, Hank? Is this your first time being nude outside?"

The curly haired boy blushed as he slowly waded past. "No Ma'am. Tommy has pantsed me like three times before."

"But you've never stayed nude this long before?"

He shook his head, ears turning red. "No."

"And never in front of a woman?"

"No!" he gasped, swimming past. He seemed as embarrassed by this as I was!

My mother chuckled as I came by her chair. "And I know it's Jeff's first time baring his bits to the sun this year- his white butt is blinding me from here!"

"Mom!"

The way she was laughing at me, her superior smile- I forced my erection down again, just barely! What was wrong with me?

My mother chuckled, her bare foot stirring the air, then she pointed at the equipment at the other side of the pool deck. “What were you boys planning to do with that net over there?"

Uri gulped, looking where she pointed. "We were, um, going to play some water volleyball, Mrs. Gainer."

My mother just laughed and settled into her chair. "Well don't let me stop you. That sounds like a fine idea."

"Mom!" I wailed.

"Oh look,” she said, glancing down at her wristwatch, “now you boys have twenty minutes left on your punishment! I wonder how in the heck that happened?"

Blushing, Hank and Uri scrambled to drag the floating net into the pool, while not getting out of the water themselves. Tommy snagged the ball while only showing a little of his butt- making my mom wolf-whistle again!- and reluctantly, I took a serving position.

My serve was too soft and hit the net. Uri served from the other side and hit the net as well. My teammate Hank got his serve over, Tommy set it back to us, but neither Hank or I really tried to get to the ball.

"This is the weakest game of volleyball I've ever seen," my mother laughed. "A nursing home team could beat you guys!"

“Because we're naked!” I protested.

"I know. I can see four bare pink butts from here! Now you boys better start playing some real volleyball, or when Sierra gets home I'm sure she'll be happy to give you four nudists some playing tips. In the front yard.”

The game picked up immediately.

My mother wolf-whistled when Uri jumped for the first spike, his crotch rising out of the water for a long moment. The boy blushed harder when he landed, and stayed low in the water for the next few points. Tommy got bolder after that, leaping up high for spikes, letting his cock and balls flop in her view many times on the same point.

"Whoo! Looking good, Tommy Thompson!" she cheered, as the rest of us just blushed.

The muscular boy swam over to her side, arms on the edge of the concrete as he grinned up at her. "You're looking pretty good too, Mrs. Gainer! Are those, ah, designer jeans or somethin'? Your legs look awesome in them.”

“Why thank you Tommy,” she chuckled. “When I shaved my legs just this morning in the shower, I didn't know I'd have three appreciative nude boys staring at them this afternoon- I would have worn short shorts instead of jeans!”

Tommy's stupid flirting grin was back. “There's still time to go change...”

"Hey, are we playing here or not?" I demanded. I knew how my male friends looked at my thirty-seven year old mom- I heard them talk behind my back- and I knew her legs were her best feature, that was obvious- but why did Tommy have to go and mention it like that?

"I don't know, honey,” she laughed, “are you? It seems like only Tommy and Uri are spiking the ball. You and Hank seem to like getting beaten. I wonder why that is?”

My face turned beet red.

“No reason!” I told her, about to die of humiliation.

I served, soft again but over the net, Uri set Tommy up, and Tommy spiked the ball so hard it bounced off of me and out of the pool.

All four of us froze, looking at the ball lying halfway across the wide open lawn.

My voice was wavering as I said, "Well, go get it Tommy."

"Me? It bounced off your side!"

“You hit it!”

"Yeah, but you touched it last!"

I gulped and looked at where the ball lay, out in the bright sunlight halfway across the backyard, then up at my mother's smirking face. "Uh, mom? A little help here?"

"Sure honey. I think... the boy who touched the ball last should have to get it."

"That's not what I meant!" I cried as the other boys- my friends!- laughed at my expense.

"Why? Afraid your mommy will see your little pink sausage flopping around?" she said, making my old friends laugh harder. "Now go! The point of this punishment was to embarrass you, remember?"

I groaned, but I knew better than to argue with her now! I burst from the pool to get the ball and ran back, diving into the pool. My mother broke out in loud laughs- half the neighborhood must have heard her!- and I turned to her in shock.

"Mom!"

She was still laughing. "Sorry dear! I just realized- how much you take after your father!"

And then, to my horror, she held her thumb and forefinger up, the tips of her fingers barely four inches apart.

“MOM!”

Was she saying I had a little dick?!

“I mean, really take after him...” And then she moved her fingers even closer together!

She was saying I had a little dick!

Oh god...

She composed herself, waving at the four of us. “Keep playing boys.” She laughed, looking at my red face. “I'm sorry, Jeff!”

I wanted to die as the others laughed. “Just serve already!” I yelled, throwing the ball to Tommy.

Now that I started to look, one thing was as crystal clear as the pool water itself.

Tommy's dick was a thick hose that hung halfway to his knees. Uri's was even longer than that. Even though Hank's was shorter than Tommy's, it was still swinging and respectable. But mine was even smaller than Hank's, not even half Tommy's size.

I had the smallest dick of all my friends!

And now my mother knew!

That was it- my cock started expanding and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I stayed extra low in the water, only moving as little as needed, always keeping my back to my mother.

“Jeff, come on!” Hank yelled at me as yet another point landed on my side. “You could have gotten that one!”

“Just play, okay?!”

Hank got mad on the next point and jumped up high to spike the ball down on Tommy, after which the ball went off into the far bushes.

My mother cheered at her good luck. “Go get it, Tommy!”

He blushed and scrambled out of the pool, his back to us. It seemed like he was running faster than usual, and he had almost made it back to the safety of the pool when-

"Tommy Thompson! Stop right there!" my mother cried, and the boy froze, at the edge of the concrete. "Are you getting an erection?! In my pool?"

The nude boy blushed, shaking his head with the ball held in front of his crotch. The cocky boy had turned into an embarrassed one in one stroke. "No ma'am!"

"Throw that ball to Hank," she commanded, then laughed. "Then what's that, then?"

The boy's thick cock was sticking out in front of him, getting stiffer with every rapid heartbeat. His face was red as he stood, exposed.

“I'm sorry!”

"Were you playing with yourself in my pool?" she laughed. "Tommy!"

"No ma'am! I wasn't! It just... happened!"

“Come over here,” my mother snapped, pointing to the concrete in front of her. “You'll just have to get rid of it.”

Tommy's steps were slow. “What do you mean?”

“I know a situation like this can be sexual for young boys like you,” my mother laughed as Tommy slowly came to her side of the pool. “But trust me, for experienced women, it's just like watching four naked puppies play in my back yard. Amusing, entertaining, but not sexual.” She glanced at Tommy's large, throbbing cock, grinning. “Even if three of you boys are hung very well.”

I blushed again- she was never going to stop teasing me about that!

“Hold out your hands, Tommy.” Blushing, he did, and my mom put one squirt of suntan lotion into each of his palms from a bottle on the table. “Now go ahead. Take care of your little problem.”

Tommy almost fell over! “Right here?”

“Better here than in the pool,” she laughed. “I don't want to fish that stuff out of the filter!”

“But, but...” He looked around, then at her legs and bare feet, then licked his lips. “Are you going to... help me?”

She laughed. “No dear! I'm going to watch. And then you're going to go back and play some more volleyball.”

Tommy was beet red, and rock hard!

And so was I.

“But...” he gulped, looking around. His hand was starting to creep closer to his erection.

“I know you're going to do it to yourself tonight, thinking about this situation,” she laughed. “So why not just do it here, right in front of me?”

His fingers closed around his shaft. “Oh god!” His slicked fist started moving up and down, faster.

He was beating off, right in front of us!

And my mother just giggled.

“Take a step to the left, dear. I don't want you falling into the pool when you cum.”

He did, still stroking himself. “Oh god... ahhhhh!” Tommy's hips bucked and he shot out a long white stream of cum onto the concrete, groaning as he did. “AHhhhhh!”

“Keep stroking and get it all out,” my mother laughed. “I don't want that stuff clogging up my filters!”

Red faced, the panting boy did, stroking his softening cock to make the last spurts full ones, splattering on the concrete.

My mother handed him a tissue when he was done. “Feel better now?”

Tommy just nodded- he couldn't talk, and neither could any of the rest of us!

Had that really just happened?

My mother looked at her watch and giggled. “You barely lasted thirty seconds, Tommy! Did having me watch make you shoot off faster than usual?”

His face reddened even more. “Yes ma'am! I'm sorry!”

She just relaxed, crossing her legs again. “I don't mind, dear. I consider it a compliment. Now go back and join your friends.”

Blushing, embarrassed, he did, looking at our three shocked faces. “Serve already, will you?!”

Almost in a daze, we did, and got through two whole points before my mother stopped us again.

“Hank Goldstein,” she tutted, shaking her head. “Are YOU hard in my pool now?”

Hank was breathing fast, his face bright red. “Yes ma'am!”

“Come on out, then.”

Hank pointed a finger at me accusing. “Jeff's got a boner too!”

“Well I can't very well make my own son masturbate in front of me,” my mother laughed. “Not unless he wants to?”

“NO!” I cried, wishing, praying, begging my boner to go away. But as she squirted suntan lotion into the shaking Hank's palms and made him stand in front of her, I only got even harder!

“Then it's just you right now,” she told Hank. “And try to last longer than Tommy did? Popping off too quickly isn't a habit young boys should get into, especially not cute ones like yourselves.”

Hank looked like he was about to have a heart attack. “Yes ma'am!” He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his smaller cock, and started doing the most private of motions. And my mother just looked on!

“Just try to forget I'm here, dear. Watching you.”

“Oh god, oh NO!” Hank cried and exploded all over himself, thrusting his hips and shooting his cum on the concrete, just like Tommy had. He also got some on his chest and arms. It was quite a cum shot!

“Goodness, Hank, that was barely ten seconds!” she laughed, handing him some tissues. “Is that what normally happens?”

“No ma'am,” Hank wailed, wiping his cum off his chest. “It was having you here!”

My mother fanned herself dramatically. “Boys, this is embarrassing! You're making me feel like a supermodel!”

It took superhuman effort to keep my hands of my painfully hard dick- but I did it. I couldn't touch myself- in front of my own mother!

As Hank continued to clean himself up, she looked down and laughed. “Oh, honey, you got some on my foot. Clean it up for me?”

She extended her leg in the humiliated boy's direction, her nude bare foot held out a foot above the ground. And just as she said, there was a puddle of Hank's cum dripping from the instep.

All of us watched as he went to his knees, nude in front of my mother, and cradled her slim foot in his bare hands.

“Careful!” she giggled. “I'm very ticklish, Hank!”

“Sorry ma'am!” he cried, blushing even more. And then I heard Uri cough from across the net.

“Mrs. Gainer. I... I think I may have some tension to work out, too.” His face was as red as the old Russian flag!

“Well come on, then,” she laughed. “Over there, so you can't splash me too!” She waved at the boy still wiping her foot. “That's good Hank- you got it all.”

“Yes ma'am!” Hank said, slipping back into the water, as red-faced as Tommy now.

Uri rose from the water, dripping, and my mother looked at his huge erection and laughed.

“That's going to take a lot more suntan lotion than the others! Wow!”

I almost exploded then, watching my mother eye up a huge, throbbing cock with anticipation in her eyes. I had never seen her this excited, not even at Christmas!

She crossed her legs again, wigging her newly cleaned bare toes. “Now Uri, point that cannon away from me, out into the grass. I'm sure you could cover me with cum if you wanted to, couldn't you?”

“Yes ma'am!” the boy grunted, already stroking himself.

I blushed as I noticed that it took two hands. I had never used two hands- I barely filled up my one!

“Have you ever had a woman watch you do this before, Uri?”

“No!”

“Well I'm watching now. I'm watching your face strain, I'm watching your chest heave. I'm even watching the cute way you're clenching your bare buns as you get closer and-”

“AHHHHHRRGH,” Uri screamed, unloading his cum into the grass with rifle velocity. The cum came and came, in jet after jet.

“Less than twenty seconds,” my mother marveled. “You boys are definitely a boost to my ego, I'll tell you that!”

“Because you're beautiful, Mrs. Gainer!” Tommy said. His cockiness must have returned as his embarrassment faded. “I mean, if you got into a bikini or something, I bet I could even show off for you again-”

“Tommy Thompson, stop trying to get me in a bikini!” she laughed. “You're the ones that are exposed for me here, not the other way around! You mention that again and I'll make you boys swim naked in this pool every time you come over this Summer!”

She was waiting for us to laugh, but what met her words were embarrassed, horny silence. She turned, looking at us. “Boys?”

I had to say something!

“No mom! Okay, we've learned our lesson! Can we PLEASE get dressed now?!”

“Not very convincing, from a boy who's little willie is rock hard right now.” I blushed and covered myself as she looked at my friends. “And what do you boys say? Do you want to swim naked back here again?”

Hank was blushing. Uri was blushing, now back in the pool. Even the normally confident Tommy had a rosy glow to his cheeks.

“I mean,” he said, “would you be out here with us? Watching us?”

“Well of course, Tommy. I have to make sure you boys don't do anything improper,” she giggled, giving him a wink. “But that's all I'd do- watch. I'd just sit here and drink a lemonade, maybe read a magazine or talk to a friend on the phone while you boys frolic in my pool. Buck naked. Would you like that?”

“No Mom! That's sick!”

“That's one vote for no,” she laughed. “How many votes for yes? You don't have to talk, just raise your hand.”

And I couldn't believe it as Hank, Uri and Tommy all raised their hands!

“Guys! Come on!”

But my mother just laughed, "Okay, that's enough swimming for for today. Get out and dry yourselves off. Sierra will be home any minute.”

The other boys rushed to their towels, my mother brought our suits back from the house, and we all put them on quickly.

“If you boys are going to be naked in my backyard next weekend,” she said as my friends dressed, “you're going to be totally, truly, helplessly naked. I'm going to take your clothes away the moment you get here, keep them locked where you can't get at them no matter how much you beg, and not give them back to you until I'm good and ready, is that clear?” She looked at us. “Is that what you want? Hank?”

The boy just blushed and nodded. He was already getting hard in his suit again!

“Uri?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Tommy?”

“Of course, Mrs. Gainer. Or should we call you Kate?”

“Mrs. Gainer is fine. And just for that, I'm going to make next week extra embarrassing for you boys.”

“Mom, no!” She was talking about my sister!

“Not that dear,” she laughed. “I'd never bring Sierra into this. This is just our thing, you boys and mine. I meant...” She smiled at us. “I know what you boys are going to do, thinking about this incident later. You'll probably do it as soon as you get home!”

We blushed a little more.

“But I want you boys to NOT do that thing tonight. Or tomorrow.”

Tommy gulped. “For how long?”

She grinned. “Did you boys enjoy having me watch you relieve your tension?”

“Yes ma'am!”

Why the heck were they so happy?

“Then don't relieve any without me, until next weekend, okay? If you do that, I promise we'll have fun. In fact, if all four of you keep it bottled up until next weekend, well, I may just wear something a little more... fun next time?”

“Like a thong bikini?” Tommy hoped.

“That's it, you boys are naked in this house all summer long!” my mother stated. “Every time you come over to visit Jeff, be prepared to put on your birthday suit because that's the only way I'm letting you step inside, swim party or no!” She laughed at the shocked boys. “Now get out of here, boys- and remember our deal, but only if you four are good throughout the week!”

I stamped my foot in disbelief as my three so-called-friends raced out our pool gate, blushing but smiling.

“Mom! No! You can't do this!”

“My house, my rules,” she laughed, then looked down at the tent in my shorts. “And are you sure you don't want to relieve any tension today, Jeff? You look like you need to.”

“No! Never! That's gross!”

“Then why don't you go take a cold shower, Jeff? It looks like you need it.”

I raced inside, hearing my mother's laughter behind me.

***

Five minutes later I was taking a hot shower, playing with my hard dick in my soapy hands.

I hadn't wanted to jack off, but I was so horny!

I tried to think of other things, other girls I knew- it was gross, thinking about your mother- but I kept returning to how she had looked, supremely confident, sitting in that chair fully clothed while we were totally naked...

Naked and hard...

“I assumed this is how I'd find you,” she laughed, walking right into the bathroom.

“MOM!” I yelled, yanking my hands away from my dick and facing the corner of the shower. “GO AWAY!”

Instead she just leaned against the bathroom sink like she was going to be there a while.

“Why? Because you're naked? I've already seen that today. Or because you're masturbating while thinking about me?”

“I wasn't thinking of you!” I cried over my shoulder.

“Turn around Jeff. I need to make sure you aren't masturbating while you're talking to me. Now.”

Hands shaking, face burning, I did, letting her see my hard, bobbing dick through the clear glass shower door. Which she promptly slid out of the way.

“Oh, dear, is that as big as it gets? I'm so sorry honey, but I know you didn't get that from my side of the family.”

My tiny penis bobbed as she made fun of its size.

The sound of her teasing laughs...

“Goodness, you look ready to pop,” she laughed, then looked at my eyes. “But it's not appropriate for a son to think about his mother while he touches himself. So stop.”

I gulped, willing myself to not reach out and touch my painfully hard dick.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay with what just happened.”

“Of course not, Mom! You, you...”

“Just sat in a chair and watched you boys swim. That's all.”

“But we were naked!”

“So?” she laughed. “I know about the secret stash of Playboys you think you have hidden in the back of your closet. If there was a bunch of cute little eighteen year old girls swimming naked in our backyard, I bet you'd sit down and watch too.”

I gritted my teeth as my erection tried to leap off my body, it was surging so hard. “That's not the same!”

“I know,” she laughed. “My version is a lot more innocent- I can control myself! I don't know what you would do, if those naked eighteen year old girls started coming out of the water at you, telling you how horny they were, and then used sunscreen to play with their young bodies, squirming and using their fingers on themselves until they-”

“Oh fuck!”

I was cumming!

I wanted to reach down and grab my pulsing cock so badly, but my mother was right there! I grabbed the hair on my head instead, pulling on my roots as the cum raced up my tingling shaft, against my will, then spurted out the tip, right in front of her! The first contraction was hard, but then the spurts got weaker and weaker.

My mother's cheeks were red, and she had her hand over her open mouth. “Oh my goodness, Jeff! Your father had premature problems too, but he never... wow!”

I couldn't respond. I was dying of shame as my bobbing cock just kept weakly pumping out my cum in front of my mother, and I couldn't stop it!

She was still laughing. “And that didn't even look like it was any fun! Adults call that a ruined orgasm. I bet you it didn't feel very good at all, did it honey?”

I couldn't even look at her!

She stood up and patted my burning cheek. “But at least you got a little release. That's good, because the same rules for your friends apply to you too: no masturbating this week, and you all get a little treat next Saturday.” She opened the door and looked back at me. “I know it's going to be a rough week, you'll probably want a real orgasm instead of that weak ruined release you just had.” She laughed at me. “But if I suspect you masturbated for real before next Saturday, I'll go on your Facebook page and tell everyone about how you just lost your load without even touching yourself, just from having a woman look at you.”

I felt my heart stop. She wouldn't!

She was closing the door. “Have a nice week, honey. And be sure to invite your friends over next Saturday.”

***