Practice seemed to fly by as everyone’s anxiety was higher than ever before. 

“Coach won’t really let our moms stay in the locker room when we shower, will he?” Colin asked Brayden.

“That’s not possible,” Brayden said.  “No way. It’s all a lame threat to teach us a lesson.”

“I mean, my shirt was hiding my junk when I changed so my mom didn’t really see anything.  But in the shower!  Shit, no way,” Colin said.

“How will we NOT get hard if we are naked in front of a room full of middle-aged moms?  And then our moms will not only see us naked, but will also see our boners.  We are all going to need therapy after this,” Brayden said.

“Brayden, can I be honest with you?” Colin asked.

“Of course. Anything. You’re my best friend,” Brayden said.

“Brayden, you have to admit that your mom is pretty hot.  I mean, I know that is weird because she’s your mom, but objectively speaking…” Colin started.

“Wait?  You think my mom is hot?” Brayden interrupted.

“Brayden, look, she always works out.  She’s probably the youngest of all the moms.  She wears the tight clothes that really show off her body well.  And when I come to swim at your house she always wears the tiniest yellow bikinis,” Colin said.

“Hmmm, I never thought about it like that.  I just think of her as mom, not as a woman,” Brayden admitted.

“If I am naked in front of her and she is looking at me…well I am afraid, no, I just know that I will pop a huge boner in front of her, and I don’t want it to hurt our friendship.  It doesn’t mean I want to bang your mom.  I don’t, I mean, she’s my best friend’s mom, but I’m just a guy and I can’t control my dick any more than you can control yours,” Colin admitted.

“Well OK man, but if you pop a boner in front of my mom, then I get to show your mom my hard dick. Deal?” Brayden said with a smile.

“Deal! Man, we are fucked up!” Colin said.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t our idea, so we can’t be held responsible for what happens!” Brayden agreed.  “It’ll serve them right!”

The moms were waiting just as excitedly as the boys, but maybe for different reasons.  Some were already having second thoughts.

“This isn’t wrong, is it?” Kathleen asked no one in particular.

Jennie waited for no one and jumped in.  “These boys have it coming.  It is up to us as their mothers to teach them right.  You think any future wife would put up with this filth for a minute?  It’s for their own good!” 

“Yeah, I suppose you are right,” Kathleen admitted.  “Besides, they are all 18-year-old high school seniors.  Next year they will be in college, living on their own.  They need a crash course in independent living and responsibility.”

“Besides, if I may say what we are all thinking anyway…half of us are divorced and so busy we haven’t been dating.  Seeing some young, strong, very naked young males is a good thing for us as women,” Jennie said matter-of-factly.

“Hell yeah!  And don’t forget us married moms.  You think our husbands have the same sex drive as when they were 18 years old?  We are just as sex starved as you.  We need to see some young cock as well,” Barbara said.  All the married moms cheered her on as Barbara said what no one wanted to admit.

“But, uh, what if they, uh, you know, get…excited?” Joyce asked.

“At our age, I will take it as a compliment,” Kathleen said.  “Too many of us feel like we are not attractive to men anymore.”

“My goal is exactly to make them hard!” Jennie said.  “A little humility will be good for them, with them being naked and hard in front of their clothed moms and friends’ moms.  Some of them and their cocky attitudes need to be brought down a notch or two.”

Practice was finally over.  The boys were all about to find out what would happen and if it was an idle threat or soon to be their reality.

“Good practice, men.  Hit the showers,” Coach yelled as he blew his whistle.  Rather than run to the locker room as usual, it seemed like every one of the boys was moving in slow motion. 

Jason, the team captain, was the first to enter the locker room as he saw a dozen mothers busily arranging towels and filling the soap dispensers that hadn’t been filled in anyone’s memory.

“Aw come on, mom, we get the message.  Now please leave.  This is our sacred guys only area,” Jason pleaded with his mother.

“There’s no debate nor discussion, men,” Coach said.  “Strip!  And don’t even think about hiding yourself.”

“Boys, don’t think of us as adult women.  Just think of us as your moms.  You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Melanie said.

“Yeah, now let’s see what you men are packing,” Jennie shouted.

The mothers lined up along the wall leading to the showers creating a female gauntlet every naked boy had to parade in front of to get to the showers.  “Remember, boys, hands at your side,” Jennie shouted.

Brendan stripped down to his jockstrap and looked over at the line of mothers.  “Nice butt, Brendan,” one of the mothers said, trying unsuccessfully to encourage him. 

He pulled his jock down, gave his cock a little tug, took a deep breath, and walked to the showers.  He overheard Kathleen ask his mother, “Melanie, I didn’t know that you chose not to circumcise Brendan.” 

He picked up his pace as he realized that his penis was the object of attention.  Indeed, he was one of only three uncut boys on the team, which was not lost on any of the moms.  Even though it was only 35 feet between his locker and the showers, it seemed like a mile long.  As he passed each mother, he could see their eyes focused on his cock.  And with each set of eyes on him, he could feel his cock growing.

“Look, his little head is emerging from his foreskin!” Jennie said.  “Be sure to pull back your foreskin and clean real good!”

“Oh my, it sure is growing!” Maria said.

“Ladies, stop harassing Brendan.  Honey, don’t you listen to them.  Your penis is just fine, um, even if it is growing,” Melanie said with a smile.  “He’s just like his father.”

And grow it did.  By the time Brendan reached the shower, his cock was a very hard seven inches and pointing to the sky.  All the mothers had their eyes trained on his cock until they realized that a parade of naked boys was now marching past them.

Jiro, the only Japanese boy, was tall and thin, hairless except for a full pubic bush nesting his four inches of soft manhood.  Akira, his mother, was proud of how Jiro carried himself in this awkward experience as he smiled at each mother and gave a slight bow as he passed them.  As he entered the shower, Jiro gave Brendan a high five, trying to reassure him that he would survive this experience.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the locker room, Justin had just about had it.  “Fuck it,” he muttered to himself.  “If they want to see my little cock, then let them see it,” he said as he hastily pulled his shorts and jockstrap off his legs and threw the jockstrap to the ground.

“Honey, I think you dropped something,” Linda said as she got on her knees to pick up the jock by its sweaty strap and held it up.  Linda was at eye level to his smaller than average sized cock and dangled the jockstrap in front of him.

“Mom!  Look, we get the message.  Can you please just leave now so we can shower and get dressed?” Justin moaned.

“Justin, I guess I’m going to be seeing much more of you now that the moms are in charge,” she said, looking at his twitching cock.  “I just hope that this newfound cleanliness will carry over to your bedroom. And honey, don’t be embarrassed if the other boys all seem bigger than you.  Your father is the same and he does just fine,” Linda said.  Justin stormed away to the showers, not wanting to hear any of her consolation.

Seeing Justin and his little penis, Joyce took the opportunity to show off her son.  “Tyrone, where are you?  Let’s go!”

As the only black player on the team, Tyrone strode like a peacock from the farthest corner of the locker room.  Tyrone had broad shoulders, thick, muscular thighs, arms that split his shirt sleeves, and abs that were the result of seemingly endless hours in the gym.  And his thick, six inch soft cock swung back and forth as he very slowly strode towards the moms.

“Here comes the porn star,” Tanner said to the guys.  “Don’t worry Justin.  Now we are all small!”

Joyce beamed as Tyrone strode past the moms, stopping to pick up a towel that was on the floor.  As he bent over, he gave the moms a clear view of his perfect ass. 

“I’ll take that towel Tyrone,” Jennie said, giving him an excuse to stop and face her.  Jennie looked him over from head to toe, pausing at his cock.  “My God, you are a specimen.”

“Tyrone, you’re making us look bad,” Juan said.

“What are you talking about, man?  You Latinos have nothing to apologize for,” Tyrone said.  Justin just cringed in the corner, hoping no one would bring him into the conversation.

Eventually all the boys marched in front of the moms, showered, were handed their towels by one of the moms, dried off in front of the moms, and then handed the wet towel back.  They completed their parade by walking naked back to their lockers.

“Good job, men,” Coach shouted at the guys as they emptied the locker room.  “We will welcome your moms back every day, except that it’ll only be one or two at a time from now on.”

“Ladies, you were terrific!  Look at how clean the locker room is.  I’ll see you tomorrow,” Coach said cheerily.

“Woah, Coach, not so fast.  It’s your turn,” Jennie said.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding, Jennie.  I’m not one of the boys.  I’m good,” Coach said as he tried to walk away.

“We’ll be the judge of ‘good,’ Coach.  What’s good for the goose…” Jennie said as the moms circled him.