Author: wolfcub Title: Costumes Summary: A clever mother devises the perfect Halloween costumes for her three children and thoroughly enjoys showing off her handiwork. Keywords: b b g exhib nosex I had gotten back to town late Friday afternoon--Halloween--after being gone all week on a business trip. When I arrived home, I was enthusiastically greeted at the door by two tigers and an alien. My wife, Michelle, had outdone herself. Our 7-year-old daughter, Colleen, and 9-year-old son, Kevin, were very convincing tigers. Their bellies were covered with white body paint. The rest of their bodies were painted in orange with tapering black stripes and highlights of thin, white lines--even their hair matched. Our oldest boy, Sean, at ten-and-a-half, was just getting into science fiction. Michelle had covered him in blue, with splotches and swirls in dark gray, and an occasional glint of silver. His shoulder-length hair was shockingly white and spiked in all directions--and his ears were pointed. The work was truly amazing. All three children were ready to star in their own TV show or feature film. The more I studied her work, the more impressed I became. I was not surprised that they were all bare-chested. The boys went shirtless whenever and wherever they could, and Colleen wasn't yet old enough to care, so she often followed her brothers' example. In fact, it was quite common for her to run the neighborhood in nothing more than a bikini bottom. The boys often played in racer swimsuits or loose-fitting short shorts. Neither was I surprised that they were barefooted: They hardly ever wore shoes--even when they did don shirts. What did surprise me was how well Michelle had blended the paint into what I assumed was bathing suits. I couldn't detect a seam anywhere--no matter how hard I looked. "That's really impressive, Michelle. I can't tell where the paint stops and the bathing suits start." "They're not wearing bathing suits," Michelle said, flatly. "Well, underwear, or tights, or whatever." "Not...wearing...any," Michelle stated with a smirk on her face and a singsongy tone of mock irritation in her voice. I looked more carefully, but my brain would not except the information it was receiving from my eyes. "They're naked!" Michelle barked, as if it should be obvious. Sean smiled, and Kevin and Colleen broke into a fit of giggles. "Show him," my wife instructed our daughter. Colleen put one foot up on the sofa and spread her legs, which parted her lower lips enough for me to see that they were--in fact--not covered by any sort of clothing. I looked at Michelle and started to say something, but I didn't know where to begin. "Yes," she said, smugly, "I'm rather proud of it, myself." From the time they were born, I had tried to keep our children as naked as practical. They were always naked at home--when I was there. When I took them to the grocery store, and such, I usually dressed them in just shorts. People are more tolerant of barefooted children and bare-chested boys than most people would suspect. A bare-chested girl--even a little girl--will get you some looks, but I'm oblivious to that. Michelle called me a "corrupting influence," and she often admonished me as I was heading out the door with our half-naked progeny in tow, but by the time Colleen had arrived, she had grown tired of fighting me, and--although she would never admit it--she also had come to appreciate the simplistic beauty of a child's naked body. In choosing body paint as the sole basis for our children's Halloween costumes, she had crossed over the line from quiet resignation to active co-conspirator. She really had done an incredible job. The stripes and highlights were placed off center and at angles that broke up the lines around Colleen's vulva and the cleft of her buttocks in such a way as to greatly disguise the fact that she was completely naked except for the body paint. The boys' buttocks were done the same, but I couldn't quite tell what was going on between their legs. "That one was tough," Michelle said, noticing my perplexed stare. "I started on that problem Monday afternoon and worked on it through the evening. By Tuesday night, I had almost given up on it. "At first, I thought the paint would be enough, but after a test run on Kevin, I realized that--from the front--it was almost passable--but from the side, the paint did nothing to muffle the shouts of 'Boy!'" "Shouting, 'Boy!'" was our favorite code phrase for clothing that was tight enough to show an outline or loose enough to allow a sufficient glimpse up the leg to remove any doubt that the wearer was of the male persuasion. I liked dressing Sean and Kevin in clothes that shouted boy. It all but eliminated the annoying "But I can't tell he's a boy" comments in regard to their shoulder-length hair. "Next, I tried taping the offending bit up against the body, but that looked just awful. Then I had a flash of genius." At the word "genius," Colleen giggled, Kevin smiled, and Sean gave his mother a dirty look, which she flat-out ignored. "I took some anal beads..." Michelle playfully slapped my arm. "Don't give me that look! I took some anal beads, tied a small key ring to one end, slipped the ring under the foreskin and over the glands, and tucked it in nicely behind the glands. Then I inserted the beads, and the penis is now nicely tucked in underneath! The other little bits were pushed up inside." I gave her a questioning look. "They'll be fine. Besides, it'll probably be a little chilly, this evening, anyway." "What do you guys think about this?" Kevin piped up without hesitation. "I like my costume, Daddy!" "Me, too!" Colleen added, not getting the gist of my question. "What about you, Puppy?" "I love my costume, Dad. It's fantastic!" Sean said with great enthusiasm, but then his tone became more subdued, "But Mom kept teasing me the whole time she was trying to figure it out." I knew exactly what he meant. When Michelle wanted to push his buttons, she'd talk to Sean in sickly-sweet baby talk, making the most embarrassing and direct comments about his "coot widdle boy parts." Size, stiffness, and his tendency to unconsciously fiddle with himself were all fair targets. "Are you really going to let them go out like that?" "Ha! That's a bold question from someone who takes a nine-year-old grocery shopping in his boxers." "They're not boxers..." "What ever! Why not? You didn't notice, yourself, until I pointed it out to you, and even then, you didn't want to believe it--and that's in the daylight. Trick-or-Treating in the dark, no one will notice, and if they do, they'll probably think they're seeing things or be too embarrassed to say anything. No one at the party will care, even if they do notice." We were going to a Halloween party hosted by a couple of our friends. We were a group of six couples who had hung out together since high school. They had all--including their children--seen our children naked in our house (and back yard) on countless occasions. Their children had even joined in, when they had been toddlers, but as they got older, the other children preferred to wear at least a pair of shorts, though they did go barefoot and shirtless more often than most children their ages. They had all seen Sean, Kevin, and Colleen naked at least once in the past few months, so the party wouldn't be a problem. "Come on!" Michelle insisted. "Admit it! This was a stroke of genius on my part." "Yeah, Daddy," Colleen added, "I want to go out like this!" "Me two!" Kevin chimed in. I looked at Sean. "Dad, this costume's the bomb!" I smiled and gave Michelle a hug. Whenever one of us pushed the envelope of just how naked a child could get away with being, the other always feigned a protest, but the truth was that we both liked showing off our incredibly cute children's bodies--and fortunately, our children were okay with that. "So...both of you are tigers, huh?" "Colleen's my mate!" I chuckled. I wasn't sure if he meant that they were going as a mommy tiger and a daddy tiger, or if he somehow was implying what mommy tigers and daddy tigers do to make baby tigers. At that age, sometimes you're surprised by what they know, and sometimes you're surprised that--while they may have the pieces--they haven't quite put them together, yet. We had a light supper to tide us over until the party. Once the sun was down, there was no delaying the main event. I was okay with Sean going trick-or-treating on his own. I was even okay with Kevin going along with him, but I wasn't sure about his going it alone. I was definitely reluctant to let Colleen trick-or-treat unsupervised. Regardless, Michelle and I were both eager to see what, if any, reactions would come of her handiwork. Fortunately, Michelle had already given the kids the "we have to stay together so that we can get home in time to go to the party" talk, and they seemed okay with that. It helped that we let them run a good two or three houses ahead of us so that it didn't quite look like they were being chaperoned. The weather was great, and there were a lot of kids out. Sean, Kevin, and Colleen got a lot of stares and even the occasional audible "Wow!" from the other children, but Michelle and I weren't sure if it was because of the cool costumes or the evident nudity. There weren't any cries of "They're naked!" (which kids have no problem openly proclaiming), so I imagine it was the former. The candy bags mostly hid the critical parts when the goodies were being doled out, but we did notice a few double takes after our children turned to go. We also overheard numerous compliments from obviously impressed adults. Michelle beamed. Perhaps ninety minutes and thirty or forty houses later, we were back at our own house. The children were beyond excited. "Did you hear how everyone loved our costumes?" "Mrs. Mason said I was the best-looking tiger she'd ever seen!" "Christopher wants you to do his costume, next year!" And on and on. It took about fifteen minutes to bleed off enough excitement to get them into the car. "We need to stop by the grocery store on the way," Michelle announced as I backed out of the driveway. "Jessica needs me to pick up some extra cups and a few other things." When we got there, I asked Michelle if she wanted me to go in or stay in the car with the kids. "You can come in with us. Come on, kids" They were out of the car before I could protest. The grocery store was somewhat crowded, which I'm sure is what Michelle had been hoping for. There were a lot of late-minute party runs, like we were on, and there also appeared to be quite a few people just on their regular weekly shopping trip. The cups were an obvious ruse because Michelle took us to the four corners of the store with a series of unconvincing "I wonder if she needs..." The children got plenty of looks and a considerable number of favorable comments. If anyone noticed that they were naked, they didn't show it. After the grocery store, there was the drug store--then Walmart. My "We're going to be late" warnings were as unconvincing as Michelle's list of things Jessica might need for the party. I'm pretty sure that Sean caught on--fairly early--to the fact that his mother was parading him and his siblings around the town, but Kevin and Colleen appeared oblivious. They seemed content to patiently follow their mother around on her errands. By the time we actually started heading for the party, our children must have been seen by at least a hundred people. The looks and comments were all admiring and approving--whether that meant no one noticed that the children were naked, I'm not sure. At Jessica's house, the kids scrambled out of the car. I stopped Michelle as she was starting to get out. "That was brilliant! You were brilliant! You are brilliant!" I kissed her, then we followed the kids inside. It took our friends about ten seconds to recognize that our children were nude. It took their children about 30 seconds. I guess for people who know us well, it's easy enough to believe your eyes. The adults did, however, unanimously agree that Michelle had pulled off some kind of legendary coup that was sure to become the talk of our group at every wedding. For the next half hour, they did have to put up with, "Mom (or Dad), did you know that Kevin (or Sean or Colleen) is naked?" every time one of the children passed by the living room, where the adults had congregated. It was definitely their being impressed by the costumes and admiring the bravery rather than being shocked by the scandal of appearing naked in public. The kids had long gotten over being impressed by our children's nudity. When Michelle decided that the children were sufficiently engaged that it would be a while before we had any more interruptions, she surprised us all. She had surreptitiously videoed our errand-running by strategically hiding her phone in her purse. She proudly shared the video with the adults on the big screen in the living room. Surprisingly, she kept a nervous watch out for any children. I'm not sure if she didn't want our kids to know she had recorded them, or didn't want the other kids to think she was weird for videoing her own children naked in public. I suppose there are always limits--even if those limits are pretty far out. It was almost a shame to bathe the kids when we got home, but Michelle didn't want to risk the bedsheets. The children had spent most of the day standing, or sitting on towels, or sitting on the floor to avoid getting paint on anything that wouldn't clean easily (though the body paint she used did a remarkable job of staying put). I thought we'd have to bathe them in their sleep, as it was approaching midnight, but the kids were all still wired--even Colleen. It turned out to be an easy affair: we threw two tigers and an alien into the tub all at once, and they happily scrubbed each other while Michelle and I supervised, pointing out missed spots. Half an hour later, we had our still-naked but tan-skinned children back. We slept together with the kids in our bed, that night, and I'm sure that Michelle dreamed of how she could top her spectacular achievement of this Halloween.