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FLIRTING WITH EXHIBITIONISM AND i****tFLIRTING WITH EXHIBITIONISM AND i****t (Revised and Expanded)by Tony ReenoDISCLAIMER: Of course this is a work of fiction. Of course thecharacters do not exist. Of course this is solely borne out of thetwisted mind of the author, Tony Reeno. And of course you should nottry this at home, under any circumstances. These are trainedprofessionals. You have been warned! Finally, of course you shouldnot read this if you are under 18 years of age and/or living in aplace that deems erotic fiction (and by extension, pornography)i*****l.AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a revised and expanded version of a story Iposted several years ago. I received a flood of email when Iinitially posted the story and I’m surprised (and flattered) that Istill receive the occasional letter concerning the story, which hasled to some terrific discussions about similar situations experiencedby others.I hope you enjoy this revised version of FLIRTING WITH EXHIBITIONISMAND i****t. Also, if I receive a fresh wave of positive responses,I’ll be posting the sequel, CARLA THE SHOWOFF, very soon.As always, comments, questions and your own stories are most welcome. Contact me at: tonyreeno@yahoo.com . Thanks for reading!TonyCHAPTER ONEI’m sitting at the keyboard and the white screen disappears and I’mlooking back a good twelve years, to the time when I still lived athome while making my way through college. I’m an educator now, but atthe time, I used to work late nights at a convenience store.My story is based on actual events, so there is no explosive sex to befound here. On the other hand, I think that those of you who areturned on by the sensuous nature of nudity and nudism will find thisstory stimulating. The same goes for readers who love the thrill ofexhibitionism, especially those who relish the thrill of completenudity, especially when the showoff is the only person nude in frontof others. Finally, voyeurs are also sure to be stimulated by theevents in the story, thanks to my mother’s increasing desire to see menude and be in my presence while I lounged around in the buff. In theend, I believe my erotic life during this period of time was borne outof a healthy and honest enjoyment of nudism, then slid slowly intoexhibitionist territory. Finally, did my behavior increasingly pushthe taboo envelope? Did the evolving relationship with my motherflirt with i****t without crossing the ultimate line? I would say so.Now, read on and decide for yourself.I’ve always enjoyed being nude and, while nudism wasn’t practicedopenly in my house, I was always given a fair amount of privacy. Myroom, I was told, was my own, and nobody would bother me there withouta knock on my door. I’ve always believed this to be extremely fairbehavior on the part of my mom and dad. Judging from my friends’stories about their lack of space and privacy, I now see how rare asituation my home life was, for a number of reasons. For one thing, Iwas able to enjoy being completely nude in my bedroom, in a non-nudisthome. For another, I had a parent who eventually came to accept mynudity and actually enjoy it.I usually spent a great deal of time in my bedroom. Sure, I was outand playing with the neighborhood k**s some of the time, but I alsoloved to read and I would often come in from outside playing at afriend’s, strip off and spend the rest of the evening naked andlounging in my bedroom. I loved to read. TV has also been a lifetimelove, so I asked for a small set one Christmas. It was perfect for mybedroom.Of course, when I was left alone in the house, my nudity extendedbeyond the bedroom. It was during these excursions, casually walkingaround the living room, kitchen and other rooms while totally nude,that I got my first taste of eroticism being linked to nudity. Mynudity in the bedroom wasn’t something that I found to be overtlyerotic. But taking nudity outside of the bedroom and into the rest ofthe house: that seemed to be daring, thrilling, somehow taboo. Mindyou, these were extremely low-grade and confusing feelings andthoughts at the time. However, as the years passed, this “nudityequals eroticism” equation grew significantly exponentiated.In time, I grew almost resentful of having to keep clothes on while inmy own home. I remember making mad dashes to the kitchen in the weehours. Sometimes I’d rush to the living room and hallway table toretrieve a book or homework notes. No big deal.Somehow or another, I managed to avoid being caught by the rest of thefamily (father, mother and younger sister) until my late teens. Thenone summer morning when I thought I had the house to myself, Isauntered into the kitchen in the nude, only to find mom coming intothe kitchen from the adjacent laundry room. We both froze and then Isaid, “Sorry!” and was about to turn tail (literally!) and run, whenshe stopped me and told me it was okay. She asked what I was up to. I told her I was just grabbing toast and juice for breakfast and shesaid, “Fine, go ahead.”This incident completely blew me away. I knew that my parents hadalways given me privacy in my bedroom, but here was Mom practicingextreme tolerance. I was still pretty embarrassed, so I hurriedthrough my routine and left, promising it wouldn’t happen again.And it didn’t. At least not for another few years. Because I decidedto go to a local university, I continued to live at home to save onbills. I worked graveyard shift at the convenience store, went toschool in the morning, crashed through the afternoon and woke up earlyevenings to start the routine again. One morning, an off-morning forme in terms of not having to rush off to school, I couldn’t sleep, soI got up and decided to get my studying out of the way, then try tocrash again. I’d forgotten my cigarettes in the family room (I know, Iknow: smoking’s a filthy habit, but hey, it’s a habit I took up andenjoyed for many years, so there). As soon as I got up, I began tomiss my smokes, so, completely nude, I strolled out of my room, downthe hallway, and headed to the living room. There, my cigarettesawaited me, along with a surprise guest.My mom worked part-time as a receptionist and records-keeper for apediatrician. That day, her job had pulled a switch and she spent themorning at home. If she’d had the TV on, I would have been alerted toher presence, but she was curled up on the couch, reading a book.In I strolled and the first thing out of my mouth was “Sorry!” and thefirst thing out of hers, was “Deja vu!””What?” I stammered.”Flashback! Remember? Two or three years ago?” She cracked alopsided smile. “Didn’t we run through this scene back then?”We laughed about it and I grabbed my ciggies and started to leave. Itold her I’d be more careful. The next thing she said surprised meonce again: “Listen, I know you like to be naked in your room, Tony,and to be honest, I don’t care what you do or don’t wear around me.””No, Mom, really. I’ll be more careful.””I’m serious,” she said. “You can run around in as little or as muchas you wish when it’s just you and me at home. Just watch yourselfaround Lisa [my little s*s] and don’t you dare let your dad catch youstreaking around the place.”Well, I certainly didn’t abuse the privilege after that incident, butI was definitely more casual about walking around the house in thebuff when it was just Mom and I at home. And because the ice had beenbroken, I noted that my mother was also more casual about coming intomy room to “sit and visit” with me during the day, if I happened to behome. I even noticed that when she left my room on these occasions,she’d leave my bedroom door open. I didn’t want to make Mom feeluncomfortable in any way, so I still tried to stick close to my room,but with her visits to my room, I got the sense that she was basicallytelling me that my nudity was really okay with her. And shereinforced her message by inviting me into the family room to watch aTV program we were both going to watch in separate rooms, etc. Once,I donned my jogging shorts before going out to join her, but when sheasked me why I bothered, I got the hint. A few afternoons later, wewere going to watch a movie on cable together and I strolled into theliving room stark naked and lay face down on the couch. I eventuallyturned over and watched the whole movie nude, my penis resting acrossmy thigh, my balls clearly in view from time to time. Mother wasn’tfazed by it, so that was the last time I covered up for her when wewere alone at home.CHAPTER TWOAs time went on and my nudity around my mother became more common whenmy s*s and dad weren’t around, I started to notice that mom would seemto seek me out more often and go out of her way to let me know Ididn’t have to “live like a hermit” (as she put it) in my room, justbecause I wanted to enjoy being nude.To reiterate, little by little, I got over my apprehensiveness andbegan to take her up on her offers to watch TV with her while in thenude, or just join her for afternoon “chats” if she happened to behome. In time, the bathroom became another place for us to “sit andvisit,” especially on those days when I opted to take a bath insteadof a shower. On the afternoons when she happened to be home, sheseldom failed to come around and ask me, “Bath or shower?” and if Ireplied with “Bath,” she began to draw a tub of water for me. Thenshe would join me in the bathroom while I scrubbed down. She’d sit onthe toilet or the sink counter and we’d chatter away.It was around this time, about two or three months into my full nudityaround her, that I began to wonder if my mom was being tolerant of mynudity simply because she wanted me to feel comfortable around thehouse. I began to suspect that she might be getting a thrill out ofmy exhibitions. While I believe that we never crossed overt i****tboundaries, I also think that slowly but surely, sexual innuendo andveiled eroticism began to creep into our relationship.(Of course, the fact that my mother was – and remains – a good-lookingwoman didn’t hurt things, either. She’s tall and voluptuously built. She isn’t fat in the least, but she’ll never be mistaken for ananorexic super-model. Mom’s a redhead, with a good 36D chest, flaringhips and very round buttocks. The classic Coca-Cola bottle figurecomes to mind when I’m looking for a quick description.)Again, while full-blown taboo boundaries weren’t transgressed, wecertainly began to move into new and questionable territory. Forexample, one day when my mom drew my bath, I was in my room, furiouslytyping away at a term paper that was due. Mom came up behind me andrubbed my shoulders and told me I better hurry or my bath water wasgoing to get cold. I leaned back and told her that her shouldermassage felt great after a couple of hours of typing. When I mutteredthat maybe I was too lazy to bathe after all, she came around to faceme, took my hands, pulled me out of the chair and told me to quitbeing a baby and march into the bathroom. I jested with her and askedif she wanted to bathe me and she said that she’d done enough of thatwhen I was a k**. We shared a laugh, but as I passed her, she swattedme on my bare left buttock. That surprised me. Up to now, she’dseldom touched me while I was nude. I half turned and joked to her,”You missed one.” She quickly caught up to me halfway down thehallway and swatted my right butt cheek, open palmed. “Not anymore,”she said, following me into the bathroom, where she took up her usualplace on the counter while I bathed.About a week later, I was back in the bathroom, bathing again. Momstarted out by sitting on the toilet, but eventually she got up andperched herself atop the long bathroom counter, right next to thesink. More and more, this was her preferred spot. I wondered if itwas because she had a total view of me in the bathtub from thatvantage point.On this day, the water was a little warmer than usual and it actuallymade my circumcised penis grow to a semi-hard state. I became just alittle self-conscious about it, but it was below the surface of thewater. Still, when I moved around a couple of times, its thick roundhead and several inches bobbed into view, then sank, then did itagain. Mom giggled. I asked what was so funny. She shocked the hellout of me by asking if there was a submarine in the tub with me. Iasked her what she meant, and she said she thought she detected aperiscope. I must’ve blushed ninety-nine shades of deep crimson! Inthe past, Mother had never mentioned any specific part of my nude bodywhen she was around me. This was crossing a new boundary. I tried toget over my embarrassment by making light of the situation and forcingmyself to play along with her. I slouched a bit lower in the tub andmy half-hard erection bobbed high above the water line and I said, “Upperiscope! Mom, you’re right! There IS a sub in here with me!” Weboth died laughing and I was surprised once again when mom asked me –several times — to do it again, please, just one more time. Ifinally complied. In retrospect, I think that was the first time (butnot the last) that I got an erotic charge out of being totally nakedin front of my mother, and it was mainly her comments that did it. Iremember actually grabbing my penis at the base, near my balls, andgiving it a good squeeze underneath the soapy water. Still grippingit tightly, it grew thicker but not fully erect, and then I slouchedeven lower in the tub, lifted my phallus almost completely above thewater mark and yelled “Up periscope!” then left it exposed for a goodfive seconds, moving it around a bit before splashing it back out ofsight. That did it. Neither mom nor I could stop our giggles afterthat, and from then on, “periscope” became a running joke word betweenus that was guaranteed to send us into hysterics at the weirdesttimes.CHAPTER THREETo repeat, the incident in the bathtub involving my “periscope” reallycrossed a line for me — and for my mother. We had never been candidabout my exposure before. In the past, she seemed to take my nudityvery much in stride; but the fact that she had actually joked about myhalf-hard penis and I had sustained the joke, was new territory forus.I began to wonder how much of a sexual relationship my mother andfather had, at this point in their marriage. As I mentioned earlier,my mother was (and is) a good-looking woman: a pretty redhead with avoluptuous body — nice round breasts and a fantastic round butt. Iwas around 20 or 21 when these events started, which meant that Momwould’ve been around 39 or 40 at the time. My parents seemed to enjoyeach other’s company, but my father was an inspector who was based athome for a week, then on the road for four or five days at a stretch. Sometimes he’d be home three or four days, then gone for a week. Ithink that my mother started taking a greater interest in me becauseshe was lacking various vital components in the marriage – namely,companionship and sex. Again, things weren’t bad between my mom andfather when he was around, but he was not an overly romantic personand once I started looking for it, I detected an absence of affectionand attention that may have been there at one time, that was nowmissing, and that Mom seemed hungry to experience.I wish I could say we lived in an isolated neighborhood, but wedidn’t. Nothing fancy; just middle-class Americana, to be honest. SoI didn’t have a huge private yard or woods in which to roam aroundnaked. On the other hand, our backyard was spacious. Mom loved towork on it and she had several lovely flowerbeds which she tendeddiligently. There was a fragrant gravel path that stretched inserpentine fashion from one cluster of flowers to another. In the farcorner of the yard, a massive oak tree provided plenty of shade in thesummer. Underneath it, a wrought iron bench awaited lawn trekkers. Closer to the house, my parents had long ago built a screened cementpatio.One night in summer, I was out of school and wasn’t scheduled to gointo the convenience store until 10:30 or so. My father was on athree-day business trip and my baby s*s Lisa (who, in actuality,wasn’t all that much of a baby at 14) was sleeping at a friend’shouse. I was in my room, nude, when my mom stopped by and asked if Iwanted to come out back and enjoy the evening breeze. I said sure andmoved to put on some shorts, but she said, “Why bother? We’ll keepthe porch light off.”A thrill shot through me but I tried to maintain a poker face. “Yousure?””Why? Are you chicken?” she giggled.”Is that a dare, mom?””Yup!” Then she laughed and said, “If you and your periscope are upto it!””Well,” I said, feeling myself blush again, “I accept your challenge,Mom, periscope and all!”About two minutes later, we were both sitting outside in the dark,sipping ice-cold glasses of lemonade. The lawn chair wasn’t verycomfortable on my bare body, but to be honest, I didn’t care. I wasabsolutely amazed to be outside in the nude. Call me sheltered orgeeky, but I’d never done the adolescent outdoor streaking routine. Ithink things would have played out very differently if our home had arural setting, but it didn’t. I had never done this before, and I wasfeeling an exhilarating head rush. And of course, there’s anothermajor piece to the equation that bears mentioning: I think the factthat my mother became my audience — and an increasingly interestedand participatory audience, as time went on — did something to mycasual nudity. Slowly but surely, I came to enjoy being naked notjust for comfort, but for the thrill of being on display. It’s verystrange, but that’s the best way I can describe it.”Congratulations, Tony” Mom said, smiling at me. “You win the dare. You’re stark naked outside. How does it feel?””Incredible,” I said. “You ought to try it sometime, Mom.”She laughed and shook her head. “No way. I’m just glad you can be soopen with me and do whatever you wish.””Well, that’s thanks to you,” I reminded her. “You’re the one who putme at ease with being naked around you. If it weren’t for yourtolerance, I’d be holed up in my room right now.”She leaned over and squeezed my thigh and pecked my cheek. “Oh, youhermit, you! We don’t want that.””Thanks, mom,” I said. “You’re the best.”I stood up and I remember it was the bathtub incident all over again: I deliberately went out of my way to expose myself fully to my mother.We had kept the patio lights off, but there was enough lightfiltering out through the sliding glass door for me to be splashed bythe orange glow of the lamplight from within the house. I wasbeginning to realize that there is casual nudity and there is eroticexposure and exhibitionism. The two aren’t the same. You can be nudebut not exposing yourself. I say this because I don’t think I was somuch exposed to my mother when we were both sitting side by side, butwhat I did next — and some of the things I did later on — moved mefrom being nude to the realm of being exposed and playing theexhibitionist. My mother was still sitting down and I stood right infront of her, with my crotch at her face level, just inches away fromher eyes. Only then did I ask if she wanted a lemonade re-fill. Sheaccepted and thanked me. When I returned with the filled glasses, Imade it a point to stand right in front of her and hold the glasspractically in front of my crotch. Mom thanked me and I watched herhand come within inches of my phallus. Her eyes stole a long glancebefore I moved away.Eventually, we called it an evening and went back inside. I was stillriding an incredible erotic rush and I made it a point to come upbehind Mom and give her a long bear hug as she was rinsing out theglasses at the sink.”My goodness, thank you, but what was that for?” she asked. When sheturned around, I could tell she was a little flustered. She was alsogazing down at my bobbing penis and balls.”For being the very best,” I said. “You really don’t have to be soopen, but I feel so at ease with you. Thanks again. I’ll see youlater.””I see you now,” she joked. I was thrilled by her comment! It wasthe same kind of line that she’d given me in the bathroom, subtlycalling attention to my phallus.I cupped my hands around my privates, but made sure to leave my penispartially exposed through my fingers. “No you don’t!””I sure do!”I pretended to be agitated and actually grabbed my member and pulledit upward and pretended to conceal it around my arm. Of course, thehead and part of the thickening shaft flopped around my wrist to peekat her. “Can’t see me now, can you?”Mom laughed. “More than ever!”When I took my hands away, my phallus flopped down but it felt thickerand heavier. “Mom, I’m shocked!”She was still staring at my growing girth, then she gave me a slysmile. “You’re something alright, you bozo, but I don’t know if’shocked’ is the right word. Now hurry or you’ll be late for work.”To be honest, she dismissed me just in time. By the time I got to mybedroom, my phallus was a lot longer and very thick as it slappedagainst my thighs.CHAPTER FOURAt the start of the fall semester, I met an incredibly cool youngwoman. Very soon, we were spending almost all of our spare timetogether, and then some! Carla was super sweet and sexy, a brunettewith shoulder-length hair and a slim and trim body with just a littleextra in the hips and buns department. She had a great smile and acrystalline, infectious laugh. She was also the most erotic andsex-hungry woman I’ve ever met. Even now, about eight years after ourbreak-up, Carla is still tops on my list when it comes to insatiableand daredevil women.I have always had a pretty high sex drive and with Carla, it simplygrew out of control for a while. The girl simply didn’t know themeaning of the word “no.” We were at each other’s bodies constantly -at motels, which put nasty dents on our paltry budgets, at those greathot tub/spa rental places that you used to be able to find and leaseby the hour (do such places even exist anymore? I’m not talkingwhorehouses, but great private rooms with low lighting, music, theirown hot-tub and shower, etc). When circumstances allowed and both ofCarla’s parents were away for a part of the day or weekend, we wouldtake advantage of her bedroom at home. And of course, there was mybedroom. Eventually, our love sessions led to another phase in myhome exhibitionism, and Carla became a most willing accomplice.As time passed, I seriously thought about getting my own place andinviting Carla to go halfers on an apartment with me, or contributewhat she could to the monthly expenses. I finally decided to wait afew more months, to be on the safe side, but already it seemed like asilly idea. I knew we’d be okay living together. After all, itwasn’t just great sex that attracted us to each other. güvenilir bahis şirketleri Carla and Iliked the same movies, some of the same music, a lot of the samefoods; I pleasure-read more than she did, but that didn’t seem like abig issue. We certainly were off to a fine start.There was no mistake that Carla and I found a sexual equal in eachother. We were constantly pushing each other to the limit. Initially, I was very leery of messing around with Carla when ANYONEwas at home, but as with my nudity in the presence of my mother, Istarted to get a heightened sexual charge from fooling around withCarla when my mother was also in the house. We began to have morefrequent steamy lovemaking sessions in my bedroom. We kept the doorclosed, of course, but I started getting louder and louder, much toCarla’s initial dismay and near panic. I told her to lighten up, thatwe were just doing what came naturally, but she was a bit taken abackby my cavalier attitude for quite some time. Ever so slowly, shebegan to take a more permissive, carefree attitude about our at-homesexplay. Actually, I could tell that as the days progressed, Carlabegan to enjoy the risk-taking almost as much as I got into it.After a few weeks of our loud lovemaking, I felt the need to push theenvelope yet again to get a more powerful erotic charge out of ourantics. One day, we had an especially intense rutting session inwhich I banged into Carla repeatedly from behind as she backed upagainst me, on the bed, on all fours. It was a session that left usdrenched with sweat, our bodies drained of energy and in much need ofre-energizing.Carla slipped into one of my T-shirts. On her cute figure, it camedown just past her butt and fit her like a ridiculously shortmini-skirt. She made a quick bathroom jaunt to freshen up, then I didthe same, but I didn’t bother to put anything on when I went into thehallway.”Tony!” Carla hissed. “Your mother might be around!””She’s home, alright. I think she’s up front, watching TV.””But what if she comes down the hall?”I shrugged, then grabbed my penis (still thick and long from ourrecent session) close to the balls and wagged it up and down a fewtimes. “Hi, Mommy!” I said, then winked at Carla. She was laughingher head off as I headed to the bathroom. Once there, I used it,cleaned myself up a bit, then – still totally naked – I returned to mybedroom.Carla was still giggling on the bed, shaking her head at me. “Youperverteddaredevil!””Let’s go get something to drink,” I said, then stepped back into thehallway.”You’re not going out to the main part of the house like that, areyou?””Like I said earlier, Carla, my dad’s away for the weekend and mysister’s over at her friend’s house for the night.””But your mom –“”My mom is used to seeing me like this,” I said.Carla’s eyes grew so round I thought they would out of their sockets. “You have GOT to be k**ding!””Not at all.””You mean she saw you nude when you were a baby, right?””Right,” I smiled, “and many days of the week since then, up through afew daysago and including this morning.”Carla gave me her sideways, cut-the-bullshit stare.”Why don’t you just walk to the kitchen with me and see for yourself?”My girlfriend’s smirk turned into a mischievous smile. “I think I will!”Hand in hand, we strolled down the hallway and into the living room, heading for the kitchen. I remember my heart pounding in my chest aswe walked and I literally felt dizzy with excitement. (Have youexperienced the high of taking your exhibitionism to greater extremes?This is the incredible rush I was feeling at this moment.) At thehallway, rather than cutting toward the kitchen, I strolled into theliving room.Mom was in her favorite large plush chair. I looked at her and thenat Carla and then shot a quick glance down at my nude body and timeseemed to have stopped for a moment and the scene seemed nothing lessthan surreal. Thankfully, Mom broke the ice by flashing us both awide smile. She seemed completely unaffected by my nudity and haddecided to play right along!”Hi, guys!” she said.”How’s it going, Mom?””Pretty good, now that I’m off work.” She uncoiled her bare legs fromthe couch and stretched them before her. I watched her flex herpretty toes.”Been home long?” I pretended we hadn’t heard her come in (maybeCarla really hadn’t, but I had heard some noises in the houses whilewe were playing in my bedroom).”Not that long,” she said. “Grab something cool! It looks like you both need it!”No doubt about it: Carla was in wide-eyed shock at the sight of mywalking aroundcompletely naked in full view of my mother. She tried very hard toact casual about the situation, but I could see red rising in hercheeks and a laugh threatening to spill out of the corners of hermouth.The dizzying head rush that I had savored during this latest act ofexposure began to subside in me, but I still marveled over how farthings had progressed in the past few months: from my being nude inmy room, to being nude in front of my mother around the house, tojokes laced with sexual innuendo, and now this: showing off in frontof my mother, with someone else — my own girlfriend — present!Now, we could’ve just resumed our trip to the kitchen and gotten ourdrinks, but I was having too much fun to let it end so soon. Instead,I walked over to the couch and asked Mother what she was watching. Tobe honest, she hadn’t watched the set since we came in. She was toobusy ogling me! She finally said it was some nature show on theDiscovery Channel.I pretended to be interested in it and sat on the couch and askedCarla to get me my cigarettes from the bedroom.”And I’ll get us all some snacks,” my mother said.Carla returned before mom. She still had the roundest eyes. As sheplopped down on the couch next to me, she started giggling.”What?” I said.She stroked my upper thigh and then grabbed my not quite flaccidphallus and shook it. “This is WHAT! You are so fucking shameless!””Hey, I just like to be naked, that’s all.””Right,” she said, giving me a lopsided sneer-smile. “You just liketo show off.””No, honestly, it’s more for comfort than showing.””Whatever,” she said, squeezing my penis and then tugging it hard atthe base, near my balls, before releasing me. “But don’t stop on myaccount, lover boy. I’m enjoying the show, and judging from the wayyour mom was staring at you, I think she likes it too!”Mom came back into the room and placed a tray of assorted chips anddips before us. I asked where she was going. She said back to herarmchair. I told her not to be soanti-social and sit on the couch with us.Mom’s quite witty. She asked, “Isn’t three a crowd?””Never!” I said.So she took a seat to my right. Carla was on my left and I lit acigarette and we watched the show. Or tried to. I think the sexualtension was pretty high in the room. I sat with my legs in front ofme, crossed at the ankles, feet on the coffee table. My penis andballs made a very prominent and visible pile in front of us. Istarted to feel a fresh wave of that virtually indescribable head-rushthat comes from major showoff sessions. I had never felt so exposed.When I finished my second cigarette, I stood up for a moment to putthe ashtray as far away from my feet as I could, on the pretext that Ididn’t want to knock it over. In reality, I knew I was giving Carlaand my mother a close-up view of my ass. I even spread my legs a bitto show them my phallus and testicles from behind, along with afleeting glimpse of my asshole when I bent over slightly, then Isnapped my fingers as though I were remembering something and headedout of the living room.I called Carla from the hallway. I said I’d forgotten to show hersomething in my bedroom. She came around the corner and if her eyeshad been bug-round before, this time, they nearly fell out of herface. Why? Because she found me in the hallway, lazily stroking amassive erection.”You are out of control,” she whispered.”Maybe I am,” I said. “But you still love me, right?””More than ever!” And with that, Carla took over. She didn’t have tobe told what I wanted. She came up to me, pushed my hand away,started fondling me, then, after a quick peek over her shoulder towardthe living room, she knelt down and slid me into her warm moist mouth.I could hear the TV droning on and on as I came closer and closer toorgasm. I looked down and saw Carla’s legs spread wide and asked herto rub herself. She readily complied and hiked up the T-shirt and gotto work on her clit. I watched her mouth suck my penis deeply, thenlet it slide out, in and out, in and out and I grew thicker andharder. Below her mouth, I watched her fingers dance quickly over herclit and pussy and it was a beautiful show. As I felt my orgasm drawever closer, I grabbed the sides of Carla’s head and started thrustingmy erection roughly in and out of her mouth.”Don’t take this as an insult, baby,” I told her, “but you’re mylittle fuckhead – literally – and I’m about to cum.””Then cum, lover boy,” she warbled between my thickness and in betweensucks and slurps, then she couldn’t say anymore because I grabbed herhair and thrust deeper and quicker and shot my load into her throat. I saw some of her fingers dig into her pussy and others dance over herclit and then she was coming too and it was one of the most powerfuland daring and erotic sex sessions of my entire life. I’ve tried hardto recreate it here but I’m not sure I’ve succeeded at capturing theintensity of the moment.We shared several sloppy kisses then decided to head back into theliving room. I was going to go clean up a bit in the restroom, butCarla stopped me. “Do me a favor, okay?” she said. “Leave it. Please?”I looked down at myself. I was pretty flaccid now, but not completelyback to normal. I was still semi-long and thick. Also, my penislooked shiny with residue from Carla’s saliva and my own cum. Moreover, we both reeked of sex.”Just go out there, like this?” I asked.She nodded. “Please, lover boy?””It would turn you on?”She actually blushed, then cast her eyes down and she smiled andnodded.”You know,” I said, “this is why I think I’ve found the perfectgirlfriend.”She laughed and we returned to the living room. Mom was still sittingon the couch where we’d left her. We resumed our previous positions. I leaned forward for my cigarettes and grabbed one out of the pack. Mom beat me to the lighter though. As she reached for it, her handcame within inches of my penis, now lying thick and slick on my leg. My heart practically jumped when I saw a very small bead of post-cumon the tip. I wondered if my mother saw it. She probably did, butthen, I was too lost in eroticism to dwell on it.Mom lit my cigarette and put the lighter back down while I put my headback on the couch and took a deep drag of my smoke. I kept my headback, both to let the smoke stream upward and to let my audienceglimpse as much of me as they cared to. Sure enough, when I lookedtowards the tube a drag later, I caught my mom’s eyes fixed more on mypenis than the TV. I pretended to have an itch on my left thigh, sowith my free hand, I moved my phallus from one thigh to the other andscratched. It was still fairly long and thick after cumming and itmade a slapping sound as it landed heavily on my upper right thigh. After scratching my thigh, I scooped my fingers underneath it andmoved it back. It fell atop my left thigh with the same slappingsound.CHAPTER FIVEAs you can tell, if you’re reading this story in sequence, things hadprogressed from the tame and erotic to the much more highly chargedsexuality that Carla and I came to enjoy. The incident in which Carlagave me a blowjob and masturbated herself literally around the cornerfrom my mother fueled all kinds of perverse fires within and betweenus.Watching afternoon and evening TV with Mom became a fairly regularpass-time that fall. Sure, I used to engage in this activity beforeCarla joined mother and me that afternoon, but my girlfriend’s regularpresence added a new dimension to the fun that fall. Once we brokethis new ground, we didn’t even try to rent a hotel or one of the hottub spas. My parents’ home became our new playground. If we werealone, we went completely crazy, all over the house. I rememberturning up the heat one cold afternoon and mounting Carla on thekitchen table. I stood and she lay back, naked and spread legged, asI pounded into her bald pussy. We were much more careful if my dadand sister were around, but if my mom was the only one home, wecertainly didn’t restrain the volume of our activity in my bedroom. And there was always after, when Carla insisted that we go have someof our special fun. “Come on, Baby. Let’s go show your mommy howmuch you’ve grown,” she laughed.Carla surprised me. I knew she had an unabashed, daredevilish,vivacious nature, but the more we indulged in our exhibitionist games,the more she egged me to get more brazen. She loved to push theenvelope, even more than I did at times. (This will grow even clearerif you read my follow-up to “Flirting with Exhibitionism and i****t,”which focuses sharply on Carla’s erotic odyssey. CARLA THE SHOWOFFdetails Carla’s slow and steady slide into a kind of depravity thateclipsed my own).I’ll give you an example that will underscore the kind of eye-openingbehavior Carla engaged in around my mother and me. This particularincident underscores the fact that Carla became an increasingparticipant in my showoff activities. In many ways, her antics mademy nudity seem tame. I know that’s an incredible statement, but judgefor yourself. I remember one night when we were watching the tube. Carla and I were on the couch and mom was in her favorite loungechair, legs stretched out on the ottoman in front of her. I was nude,Carla was in a short black T-shirt that she’d borrowed from me afteranother one of our sex-romps, and Mom was in a nightgown and robe. The lights were out in the living room, but enough light shone fromthe TV to splash us all in a swirl of ever-changing hues. During acommercial break, Carla and my mother started to talk about someaspect of the show we were watching. As they did, Carla ran her handlazily and nonchalantly up and down my thigh. Little by little, herpretty, red-finger-nail-polished hand came closer and closer to myflaccid member, lying lazily on my upper thigh. Finally, her fingersmade contact with my phallus and Carla cupped it gingerly and wiggledit back and forth, back and forth, never missing a single word of thesentence she was vocalizing. I was amazed. My mother didn’t seem totake notice, but in retrospect, I’m sure that she did because sheloved to stare at me when I was in the nude (which was most of thetime, as long as my father was away on his once-weekly out of towntrips, and my sister Lisa made herself scarce). Carla treated myphallus like a conversation piece she’d idly picked up off a coffeetable. She seemed to absent-mindedly fondle my ember. She pretendedit was the most natural thing in the world to be fondling me, movingher fingers up and down my semi-hard shaft, entwining it in and out ofand between her splayed fingers and jiggling it into a longer andthicker state, all this while holding a conversation with my motherwho was just a few short feet away!Luckily, the show started again and my mother’s eyes returned to thetelevision. I tried to push Carla’s hand away, but she just nudged mein the ribs and smirked at me. I eventually managed to push her awayand settle myself down. Later, back in my bedroom, I tried to scoldCarla and tell her she may have been taking things a bit too far, butshe just brushed me off. When I tried to protest some more, shesilenced me with her expert lips and tongue, not on my mouth, but onmy penis.”You were saying,” she mumbled between sucks, never completely lettingmy engorged phallus slip out of her mouth or off her lips.”I just think that sometimes –” But then I felt Carla’s right handcups my balls and her left one circle around my buttocks and suddenlya wet finger probed deeply into my anus and wiggled around even asCarla swallowed me deeper from the front, all the time gazing up at mewith arched eyebrows and round unblinking eyes, her lips stretchedsnugly around my hardness. Well, that was the end of my protestingfor a while.Another more troubling incident occurred a few nights later. Thenight was chilly, even with the heat on (this may have been lateOctober because we all decided to watch a horror movie that night),but I still liked the feeling of going around nude — and yes, thefeeling of exposing myself to Carla and Mom. Carla used the cooltemps as the perfect excuse to drag a “blankie” (her term) from mybedroom and to the couch when we joined mom in the living room for thevideo. She covered us up with it as we sprawled close to one anotheron the couch. Mom was close by, in her usual lounger. It wasn’t longbefore I felt Carla’s exploring fingers all over my shaft, and, notsurprisingly, it wasn’t long before I started to grow around andbetween those fingers, springing out and away from Carla’s hand fromtime to time. The lights were dim again and I didn’t think there wasmuch danger in allowing her to fondle me under the quilt, but then Isaw the undulations her fingers were making on the blanket’s surfaceand the way it tented up occasionally, and I knew that if my motherglanced over, she would know exactly what my girlfriend was doing tome underneath the blanket. I quickly readjusted the blanket and, asbest I could, covered up the movements produced by Carla’s fingers. Needless to say, she kept me in a state of perpetual anxiety for thenext couple of hours, pumping my phallus to hardness as she casuallyconversed with my mother or laughed or feigned being scared orcommented on the film. Then her pumping would ease off and she wouldallow me to return to a semi-hard state, only to begin a furiouspump-job that had me close to cumming within a minute. She wasuncanny! She seemed to know exactly when to stop her ministrationsand when to start them again. And then, as the movie reached itsclimax, Carla made sure I reached mine, pumping with a passion until Ijetted rope after rope of warm sperm all over my stomach and chest. She then proceeded to swab me down with it, all in the presence of mymother, all but a few of her actions concealed by our “blankie.”Of course, I don’t think it would have mattered to Mother if we haddecided to let the blanket drop and let her see the masturbation show.After all, it wasn’t more than a week or two later that my mothercaught me in the act — literally — of pleasuring myself and thistime, there was no way to disguise my actions as playful gestures oranything else. I was caught with my hard-on in my hand, stroking awayand just seconds away from bringing myself to orgasm. And that put anentirely new spin on matters.CHAPTER SIXThe semester progressed. At school, Carla and I got closer to the endof another successful term. At home, we continued to have incrediblytorrid sex.At the time, I lived in a part of the country where it never got toocold in the winter, and even if it had, the house was kept nice andtoasty, thanks to central heating. One night, before the eveningtemps got too brisk, I remember Carla and I had just made love whenshe suggested we go outside and join my mother in the back patio, andso we did. Carla wore one of my many black T-shirts that fit her likea daring mini-skirt. I stepped outside completely naked, as I hadonce before in the summer, with my mother for company. Mom was outthere already and the three of us sat around, Carla and Mother inlounge chairs, I on one of the patio benches near the wooden picnictable. The three of us engaged in casual conversation. I’ll confessthat the breeze was laced with a hint of autumn chill, but I pretendednot to notice. I was too busy enjoying myself, pretending that it wasthe most natural thing in the world to be sitting outside in thetwilight while wearing my birthday suit, talking to my girlfriend andmother.My home exposure continued, with and without Carla. That’s what ithad become too, more than comfort: exposure. I remember actuallyfinding excuses to walk out and be naked in my mom’s presence. And Iwas now constantly cupping and clutching myself around her. She tookit all in stride. More than that, she was enjoying the show. This isa certainty. It grew obvious. If I didn’t seek her out, she made ita point to come and find me.My mother’s eagerness only pushed me further. Every now and then,while watching a show on television, I’d groan at the appearance of ahottie and openly run my hands over my penis and testicles. On oneoccasion, a woman appeared in a g-string and I muttered an “Oh myGod!” and cupped myself more overtly than ever before, way down nearmy balls. This thickened my penis and pointed it, fat and semi-erect,toward my mother. She giggled and, never taking her eyes away from myslow squeezes, said she was going to tell Carla that I was beingunfaithful with a bunch of electronic cuties. “She probably wouldn’tcare, Mom,” I said.In fact, I told Carla about my increasingly crazy behavior andmounting desire to expose myself and she grew wild with lust at eachof my stories. She also urged me to take things even further, to grabmyself more frequently and overtly in front of my home audience. Iseldom finished one of my stories, on the phone or in person, withoutCarla fingering herself urgently to orgasm.I suppose that given my hyperactive libido, what happened next wasquite inevitable. As I recall, it was right around Christmas breakbecause Carla and I had both wrapped up the fall semester, leaving uswith even more time than usual to devote to our hedonistic diversions.Ah, youth. Even though Carla and I had just had a wonderful romp, Ifelt myself harden a few hours later, when she’d gone home. You’dthink I hadn’t had sex in days! I lay back on the bed and reacheddown and began to work on myself. It didn’t take long before I hadseven hard and thick inches to stroke. I could hear the distantsounds of the TV so I knew Mom was still up, but I was feeling toolazy and too horny to do anything about my open door. In fact, I wasso engrossed in stroking away that I didn’t hear my mother approachingmy bedroom and didn’t even see her until she was through the door!Mom stopped dead in her tracks and I stopped what I was doing inmid-stroke. I felt myself start to shrink as she backed up toward thedoor, stammered an “Excuse me,” and left the room.For the next few days, we ignored the situation. Actually, we avoidedeach other. I think each of us didn’t know how to react, given thecircumstances. Once again, we had crossed canlı bahis şirketleri a boundary — the mostovertly sexual boundary yet. In the past, it had all been implied. Not this time. My mother had seen me stroking away at myself, myobjective: to achieve orgasm.Finally, on the third day of awkward silence, Mom knocked on the doorand I covered up before letting her in.She raised an eyebrow at my shorts, then walked into the room. Iasked her to sit on the bed and she did.”What’s up?” I asked.”Don’t play dumb,” she said. “Give me credit for breaking the ice.””You’re right.” Silence filled the space between us. Finally, Icontinued. “About the other day: I’m sorry! I really am. Ishould’ve closed my door.””Maybe you should have,” she sighed, “but you didn’t and it’s done andthe way we’ve been behaving is silly.”I nodded. “I agree completely.””I miss my buddy,” she said, reaching over onto the bed and hugging mewhere I sat. I hugged her back. “Even though you spend a lot of timewith Carla now, we’ve always found time to spend with each other, evenwith your girlfriend. I don’t want us to remain confused about thisor grow distant with each other, as a result of it.””Mom, you’re the best! I can’t believe the way you’ve managed tophrase it all. It’s what I’ve been feeling, but I was too mortifiedto approach you to iron things out.””Well, it’s over, okay?” She smiled and stood before me. “Now, as asign of good faith, get comfy.””I am comfy,” I said, but I felt a little charge at her words.She smirked. “I mean get really comfy, Tony. Put on what you usuallywear around the house when we’re alone. Or when Carla’s here.”I stood up and in one swift motion pulled off my jogging shorts andstood nude before her. “You mean my birthday suit, Mom?”She grinned wider. “That’s the one. Now let’s go see what’s on TVthis afternoon.”Together, we strolled into the living room. Mom was wearing a paleblue T-shirt and cut-off jeans shorts. She was barefoot and shecrossed her bare legs when she sat on the couch. I decided to bebold, so I grabbed them and placed her calves atop my knees, when Isat down next to her. Then, with my left hand, I began a slow massageof her feet.In the middle of the movie (a boring B-grade action-flick), I couldn’tresist and leaned over and hugged her legs tightly. “You’re terrific,you know?”She laughed. “So I’ve been told.””Well, whoever told you before I did is right. You fixed things upand you did it better than I ever could.””I thought about it,” she said, “and it’s not like I didn’t see you doanything I didn’t already know you did anyway. Quite frankly — andthis should make you feel better — I do it myself. But I’ll behonest,” her right foot nudged me in the ribs playfully, “I didn’texpect you to be doing that anymore, with Carla in the picture.””Well, you know what they say, Mom: too much of a good thing is neverenough.”She frowned. “Who says that?””I do!” We laughed and turned our attention to the movie, but I couldtell that Mom had more to say. Eventually, she started talking again.”Didn’t you and Carla do things –“”Things, Mom?” I grinned at her and she actually blushed.”You know. Didn’t you two go at each other hot n heavy the afternoonI caught you taking care of yourself?””Come to think of it, I think we did.”She adjusted the throw pillow beneath her mane of flaming hair, thenlay back against the opposite arm rest. “But you wanted more?”I shrugged and lay back against the opposite end of the couch. I wasquite thrilled with the conversation and I let my legs fall open andcurve, bent at my knees. In this position, lying on one end of thecouch, my mother at the other, I knew I was giving her a clear shot ofmy flaccid penis and balls and part of my ass. I reached down andcupped myself, trying to make the motion seem absentminded andinnocent, as I’d seen Carla do to me in my mother’s presence in thepast. “Sometimes I can’t get enough, Mom.””I see,” she said softly, watching me pull my growing penis off mystomach and flop it idly in my hand.It was then that I knew I’d soon be in trouble if I didn’t hide myselfsoon. So I casually got up and walked to my room. I shut my door,lay back on my bed, cupped myself again and started stroking away. Very soon, my member grew harder in my hand and I reached down with myother hand and cupped my balls and stroked in earnest and continued todo so until I heard the knock on my door.”Yes?””It’s me.” Mom. “Can I come in?”Silence. I didn’t know what to do or say. Unlike the time she hadcaught me, however, I didn’t feel myself start to shrink. I actuallygot a thrill from knowing that only a door separated my mother fromgazing upon my now fully erect phallus, my hand clenched around itsthickness, my other hand lower still, one wet finger working its wayinto my anus.I started stroking again. “I’m a little — busy right now, Mom.” Iheard my voice tremble from my motions and excitement.”I think I know what you’re doing.”And with that, she opened the door.I froze as she entered the room and approached the bed, pink washclothin her hand. “I brought you something,” she said. “I thought thiswould make for an easier clean-up.”Once again, silence filled the bedroom. Then she spoke one word: “Continue.”And I did.I started working my erection again, then slouched lower and made sureshe could see my own finger sinking deeper into my asshole. “You knewexactly what I was coming in here to do, right?”Mother’s eyes were riveted to my groin area. “I knew, and I came inhere because — I’m doing this because I hate closed doors between usanymore, Tony. Hate them.”She sat on the bed and this time our eyes locked. “I want you to becomfortable to do whatever you want around me. Please.”I could have called her bluff then. I could have said that there wasnow definitely more than an accommodating motive for my mother’sbehavior. I could have pointed out that the same held true for my owngrowing exposure around her, that it was more than simply my wantingto be comfortable that made me spend so much time around her in thebuff. But I didn’t. I knew that she didn’t really mean to overlookthe truth. I think she was simply articulating that which shebelieved to be the truth, the only part of the current situation towhich she would allow herself to admit. I knew better, but Ireflected on the incredible sexual titillation I was enjoying byhaving her as an audience the past few months. If my mother wanted tojustify her own voyeuristic desires with a bogus motive in order toease her conscience, I decided that she was entitled to do so. Whatwe were doing was, in many respects, harmless and highly eroticallycharged fun between consenting adults. At the same time, the taboofactor was also moving into the red zone. I decided to continue thefun and let it carry us to new highs in the relationship.With that settled in my head, I stared at her, muttered a thanks andtold her that she was really too kind. I continued masturbating inearnest and watched mom’s eyes grow rooted once again to my member andmy stroking hand. Every now and then, she’d watch my finger sink inand out of my asshole.”You’re very big,” she said.”Bigger than many you’ve seen?” I asked.She smiled. “A hell of a lot bigger. Bigger than your father, that’sfor sure.””I can make it even bigger,” I said, hearing a slight tremor in myvoice from being so turned on.Her eyes widened, then met mine. “Prove it.”So I did. I gripped myself at the very base of my member and squeezedit until it bobbed like a thick baton and turned a deep shade ofcrimson. The circumcised head was a fat mauve helmet and I jerked itand waved it at her.My mother was, quite simply, mesmerized. Her eyes were at half-mast,her mouth twisted in a lusty grin/sneer. I was shocked. I had neverseen her in this state. To be frank, she looked drunk, and, in asense, she was. drunk with lust. I could tell that she was enjoyingthe show every bit as much as I was enjoying providing it.I sank my index finger completely into my ass, stroked myself harderand faster and knew I’d reached the point of no return.”I’m gonna cum now, Mom,” I whispered.”Go for it,” she muttered. “Do it, Tony. Cum for me.”Then it happened: a torrent of semen shot of out of my erection andjetted up my chest, followed by another thick rope and another, eachpropelled with incredible force as I continued to stroke myself.Eventually, I stopped and collapsed back onto the bed, completelyspent. I lay there, eyes closed, until I felt something cool andmoist rubbing my chest and stomach. I opened my eyes and watched mymother wiping me clean with the washcloth. After a moment she movedthe cloth and her hands lower. She cast me a questioning look and Inodded. Then she took my still hard phallus in her hands and wiped meclean. I flinched when she swiped the cloth around the head.We both laughed at my spasm. “Still sensitive?” she asked.I nodded.This night marked the advent of a new phase in our ever-changingrelationship.CHAPTER SEVENThere’s often talk about the awkward moments that occur “the morningafter.” Well, my mother and I had such a moment – two or three, intruth — the morning after she watched me openly masturbate (with herencouragement) in front of her for the first time.I was still on break between semesters and Mom had taken some time offfrom her part-time receptionist job. Since she only worked abouttwenty hours a week and knew the doctor well, she could come and go asshe pleased, if she gave the office enough notice. Since theChristmas holidays were upon us, she had requested the month off.Carla came over the next day and I revealed all to her. She was in afrenzy of lust and we made wonderful, passionate love for most of theafternoon. Then Carla broke the news: her parents had decided totravel out of state to her grandparents’ house for the holidays. Itwould only be for a couple of weeks, but we’d been virtuallyinseparable during our spare time during the past few months and weboth felt a touch of withdrawal syndrome setting in prematurely.”I want you to promise me something, before I go,” Carla said thatafternoon.”What’s that?””I want you to keep doing what you did in front of your mom,” shesaid. “Don’t stop it. She’s opened doors. Take advantage of them.””But why?” I asked. “You make me happy.””I know, but knowing that you’re doing what you’re doing, makes MEhappy.”I stared at her in the soft violet light of late winter afternoon. “You’re a mystery, Carla. I always considered myself an oversexeddaredevil in the sexual arena, but you take the crown.”She giggled and thanked me, then slithered her still moist body atopme, cupped me below and stroked me to hardness, then impaled herselfon my erection. That last screw before Carla took off was as sweet asany we’d shared, and far more tender, with her on top, grinding herhips into ME for a change. I cupped her generous asscheeks in myhands and squeezed them as her pussy walls squeezed me from within andher fingers fluttered over her clit and we came together, for thesecond during our session.Believe it or not, for the first week of Carla’s two-week absence,nothing — and I mean nothing — remotely erotic occurred. My sisterbecame a semi-permanent fixture in the house (she was on public schoolvacation), and my father, who regularly made three-nights-a-week treksout of town, stayed much closer to home during the holiday break.Then we got over the Christmas and New Year’s hurdle (Carla and Ispoke on the phone on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and had a wonderfulmutual masturbation session in the wee hours of New Year’s morning). At that point, my s*s Lisa grew restless and started spending more andmore times at her friends’ houses. And on the Tuesday morning of thenew week, my father left on a four-day trip that wouldn’t put him backhome until late Saturday afternoon.That Tuesday evening, Mom and I had the house to ourselves. Ratherthan my usual graveyard shift, I was moved to days at the conveniencestore, to cover for a fulltime vacationing employee.It was our first night alone in a week and it was the first time Iactually dined somewhere other than my bedroom while totally nude. Mom fixed a terrific spaghetti dinner for us. She came to my door andknocked softly and announced that dinner was ready. I was sprawledout on my stomach on the bed, reading a book, stark naked. I asked ifshe wanted me to dress for dinner, but she said, “Don’t be silly,” soI didn’t.Afterward, we settled on the couch and watched some television. Wedebated going out to rent some videos, but both of us were toocomfortable and lazy after the great meal. Besides, we were more thanhalfway through a bottle of Merlot and contemplating pulling the corkon another.So we channel surfed. Nothing was appealing to me until Mom clickedonto a station hosting a sports magazine’s bikini issue documentary. I asked Mom to back it up and she suffered through my watching thebabes on the channel.As I watched, I felt my member start to throb and grow on my thigh,then off of it.Mom giggled. “I think you miss your girlfriend.”I looked down at myself and grinned. I wasn’t completely hard, but Iwas thick and growing. “I guess it’s pretty obvious, right?”I continued to watch the gals. There were many shots of legs andbarely there thongs and such, which drove me crazy. I’m an unabashedbutt man and several of the lovelies on the tube had the round fleshglobes I so love to fondle and massage.I suddenly became aware of my hand cupping and tugging at my erection– and it was indeed an all-out erection now. I stopped andapologized.”Don’t,” my mother corrected. “Don’t apologize and don’t stop. Remember our talk? Do whatever makes you comfortable.”I grabbed my erection at the base and gave it a long, slow stroke. “You’re sure?””Positive.” She smiled, leaned back and watched me as I watched theTV. Every now and again she’d look at the tube and ask me about themodels. “Which one’s your favorite?”I’d tell her.”Why?”I told her of my love of buns and legs and feet.”Feet?” Mom laughed and I felt myself grow warm in the face. Then Ilaughed at the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, literallynaked and masturbating in front of my mother, and what threw me intoembarrassment? Not my actions but a confession of attraction topretty legs and feet.Mom nudged me playfully with one of her feet. “So, are my pedspretty?”I grabbed it and examined her smooth arches. My mother’s body wasvery youthful looking, and that included her feet. I ran my fingersover her plump toes and inspected her perfectly pedicured,crimson-painted toenails. Then I brought the sole of her foot down onmy hard phallus. “Absolutely.”We were both very silent. Somehow, despite the fact that she had seenme masturbate before and encouraged me to do so and even wiped meclean afterwards, our actions seemed to cross yet another hurdle thisevening.”You know,” my mother said, “I would have never guessed I had such akinky and oversexed son.””Oversexed is right,” I said, rubbing my penis harder against hersole. “Sometimes I feel like I’m thoroughly addicted to sex andcumming. Sorry for being so candid, but your tolerant nature bringsthat out in me. Besides, it’s true.”My mother’s eyes were half-lidded. Her face was taking on thatlust-consumed, drunk look. She wasn’t looking at me, but at her footresting atop my throbbing member. Very gently, she pressed down on itand I felt myself squeezed between her soft sole and my lower abdomen.Then I fixated on her pretty wiggling toes and I knew that I wouldsoon be in trouble if this continued. On the other hand, Mom seemedto have no intention of stopping.I grabbed her other foot and kissed each toe, examining the shimmeringmaroon polish christening each toenail. Then, as she continued topress her right sole into my member, I slid her left big toe andsecond toe into my mouth and sucked them. She laughed and tried topull away but I held firm to her ankle.”What are you up to?” she cried.I slid my lips up and down her toes. “Same thing you are,” I mumbled.She arched her eyebrows and stared quizzically.”I’m giving you a toe job.”We both giggled but she never completely stopped her rubbing and myerection was massive by now. I grabbed it and slid it between hertoes and she squeezed it hard between her first and second digits andthe head shone crimson between them.”I’m going to explode soon,” I said.”Do it, Tony,” she said. “Go for it! No, wait a second!” Momhoisted herself up and turned around, in a kneeling position. HerT-shirt rose higher and I saw her round asscheeks exposed between athin thong. And underneath her ass, her two feet were pressed firmlytogether. Then she looked over her left shoulder with that lop-sidedsneer-smile. “Okay, now.”She wiggled her pretty toes at me. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,but what the hell: I’ve made you a cum tray. Now use it.”Hearing my mother speak like that pushed me over the edge. I reachedbelow me, fondled my anus, then knelt above Mom’s feet.I looked at her and our eyes locked. “Do it,” she whispered.I did. I came and came all over her pretty feet, drenching them andher toes. Afterward, she carefully twisted herself around, lifted herfeet and trapped my still throbbing and sensitive phallus between hersoles and my stomach and rubbed the underside of my shaft. “Justmaking sure we got every drop of that the****utic lotion out of thedispenser,” she said. That set us off in a fit of laughter.But I didn’t laugh as I watched Mother use her hands to rub my cum allover her feet, as though it really was lotion. Incredibly, I feltmyself stir with desire once again. But as they say, the spirit wasmost definitely willing, but my flesh was ultimately weak.For the moment.CHAPTER EIGHTWriting this glimpse into my sexual past has allowed me to betterunderstand the sexual dynamics at the heart of my home life. It’salso helped me come to terms with my love of exposure. The more Ilook back, the more I truly understand that my love of being unclothedas well as my overactive libido were manifested themselves very early,certainly from the onset of puberty, onward. As I sit herereminiscing about my erotic odyssey, a flood of memories is chargingto the forefront of consciousness. While I don’t wish to drift toofar from the focus of this narrative – the erotic dynamics ofexhibitionism and nudity in my everyday home life and the influence ofsame by and on my mother and my girlfriend, I would like to share atleast one peripheral memory with you. I do so because it underscoresthe fact that the impulses that manifested themselves in my main storywere already affecting me at an early age.I’ve always been thrilled by simply being nude, but I guess there hasalways been that extra element that made my nudity seem more enticingwhen I was also exposing myself to others. For example, I remember asa k** of eleven and twelve and then even older, having a male cousinsleep over from time to time. I was a compulsive nudist in my roomduring the evenings, and even with my cousin around, I didn’t make anexception. Mind you, I was not and am not gay, but it’s now clear tome, that even as a k**, I got a charge out of being stark naked infront of somebody else.The first couple of times my cousin slept over one summer, I waiteduntil we were going to hit the sack to strip, but as he spent more andmore nights over, I started stripping earlier and earlier. Afterawhile, I was totally naked in front of him from the early eveninguntil the time we left my room the next morning. If I had to make abathroom run during the night, I’d make it just that: a run to thebathroom, still nude. We both got a laugh out of my daredevil antics.Then, in the wee hours, we also made forays into the kitchen for moresnacks. I remember making the kitchen trips in the nude too, andgetting excited at the prospect of getting caught, at being nude infront of my cousin, at the whole element surrounding the idea of beingtotally nude in front of somebody else.As we both got a bit older, I showed my cousin some PLAYBOYS that Ikept hidden. We’d thumb through them and I saw his pajamas tent up. I, on the other hand, had no clothes to tent. My rock-hard erectionwas in full-view, bobbing and throbbing with my excitement.The older I got, the less hesitant I was to stroke away at myhard-ons, even in his presence. He was younger by several years, andhe was amazed at my passion for masturbation (my hormones kicked intofull-throttle at an early age and I very quickly grew addicted tostroking off; remember the endless feelings of hyper-sensation and”dry cums”? I had plenty of those before the real climaxes arrived infuture years). I told him it felt fantastic. As I got into my teens,my porno collection grew (as did my trouble with hiding it) and I wasable to ejaculate. After awhile, it became a nightly ritual, evenwhen my cousin was around. In fact, he knew when it was time becauseI’d get quiet, lay back on the bed and start stroking myself. Eventually, it was he who would head for the closet and pull out mylatest stash of magazines and bring them over to the bed and open themfor me and turn the pages as I fondled myself. I’d say, “Go,” andhe’d turn the page to another picture spread, and another and another.When we ran out, he’d grab another magazine and do it again and againat my signal, until I shot all over myself, on my stomach and thighs,or into a tissue.We stopped doing this when my cousin reached puberty. He didn’t seemto be as comfortable or open as I was. But it was good clean fun, asfar as I can remember it.Other than my cousin, I tried to be nude and exposed in front of acouple of friends. One of them got very antsy, I could tell. I thinkhe thought I might be coming on to him by being nude around him somuch of the time. That wasn’t the case! I was literally justenjoying the comfort of being naked and the rush of exposing myself. Another friend of mine used to hang out with me and sometimes spendthe night. Sometimes we’d sprawl out on the beds or the floor playinga board game and of course, I’d be stark naked. He didn’t seem tocare and just laughed about it and call me a “nudie fiend.” I laughedwith him, but at the same time, I was experiencing that special highthat being nude in front of someone else gave me.I remember I used to like to lie on my stomach, on the carpeted floor,or on the bed. This way, I could grind my phallus onto the floor andmake myself extremely hard. Then I had to concentrate to make myselfgo down a little. When I finally rolled onto my side, I would besemi-hard and thick. Neither one of us would mention it, but I’m suremy friend noticed. Eventually, I would excuse myself canlı kaçak iddaa and go to thebathroom and masturbate.Of course, the biggest thrill of those early days was with my veryaccepting cousin, who actually helped me with my sessions by holdingmy magazines and turning the pages.CHAPTER NINEOf course, I haven’t tried to relate every single incident thatoccurred in this wild ride. As I sit here winding this piece to itsconclusion, myriad memories are rushing forward: I’m rememberingcountless other incidents that occurred in the course of day-to-dayliving and showing off. However, what is included in this memoir ismore than sufficient, in my estimation. Instead of giving you anevery-single-day chronicle, I’ve tried to highlight the most relevantincidents that together provide a clear chronicle of my movement fromprivate nudism to full-blown exhibitionism to taboo territory.After the incident on the couch, in which I openly masturbated infront of my mother and she actually encouraged my actions and finallyhelped me out with her foot ministrations, I became much bolder aboutfondling myself in front of her. At the same time, I remember eggingmyself on to be more brazen in my antics. But how, I thought. Howmuch more exposed can one be if they’re standing completely naked infront of their parent? Then, one late night it hit me: a way to upthe exposure ante. I put it into practice the very next day.That afternoon, Mom joined me in the bathroom as she so often did whennobody was around. This time, before getting into the bathtub, Imoved around my mother and very casually lifted the toilet lid,grabbed my phallus near its base, and took a long piss in front ofher. I think that Mom was shocked but she tried to appear nonchalantabout it. After that, peeing in front of her became a great thrill.I also took to regularly masturbating in the tub during my bath.”You don’t mind, do you?” I’d asked, while soaping up my lengtheninghardness.Mom would smile. “Need you ask?”I noticed that Mom would get especially frustrated if my sister werearound, which meant that she would have to stay out of the bathroomduring my baths. This led to new heights of arousal with risk-taking.One afternoon, I was running late for my shift and my sister wasaround. Mom came by my room and apologized for not being able to runmy bath. I told her no problem, that it was very nice of her to dothat a lot of the time, but I certainly didn’t expect it. Then mymother peered down the hall and then back into my room and boldlyasked me in a very soft voice: “Are you going to –” And shefinished by cupping her fist and shaking it slowly up and down threeor four times.I shrugged. “I think so. I’m horny and I won’t see Carla for a fewdays because of work and her commitments.”Mom literally pouted. “Can’t you wait till tonight?””I guess so,” I said.A few minutes later, while sitting in the bathtub, I was shocked tosee the door open softly. In stepped my mother, a lewd grin on herface.”Mom!” I hissed. “What the hell?” I asked her about my sister.”She’s in her room,” my mom said.”But –“”Don’t worry about it,” said Mom. “She’s talking on the phone.””She could hang up,” I scolded her.”You know how she is, Tony.” Mom sat on the counter-top. “I justwanted to talk a bit before you left for work.””To be honest, Mom,” I said, beginning to stroke myself to erection,”I’m not much into talking right now.”She grinned and her face looked even more lusty and lewd. “Then Ihaven’t missed the show?”I laughed and waved my erection at her. “It’s just starting.”I lay back in the tub and started stroking. Mom clicked on the radiothat we kept sitting on a shelf above the toilet. Then she came andactually sat on the edge of the bathtub and then placed her bare feetin the water and proceeded to slide them over my erection.”Press down hard,” I told her. She trapped my phallus between hersole and my stomach. “Grind on it. Do some accelerator pumps.””Tony! I’m going to hurt you!””You won’t. Do it for me, Mom. Please. I need it.”And so she did. Her foot pushed down hard on my penis and made thehead, which managed to stick out from beneath her toes, swell to anincredible bulbous shape. Below, my balls bulged, equally distended,thanks to my mother’s treatments. Then, using the toes of her otherfoot, she massaged the head of my penis and its tip. I didn’t takelong for me to explode.Then it happened: in the midst of my cum, my sister knocked on thedoor. With a shaky voice, I told her I’d be out soon. Lisa asked ifI’d seen Mom. I said she was somewhere in the house. Mom grinned atthat, her eyes saucer-round. My s*s countered that she couldn’t findher. I advised her to try the backyard and patio.Rather than teach her to be more careful, the fact that we’d gottenaway with such actions made my mother bolder. She started making it ahabit of visiting me in the bathroom, whether my sister was home ornot. And once while my father was home, out working in the yard. Itbecame second nature for her to encourage me to masturbate, even whenI hadn’t intended to. If I told her I was seeing Carla later andwanted to behave until then, my mother would actually pout, and,because I was aroused by the fact that she was so turned on by myshows, I would eventually relent and pleasure myself, sometimes on myown, but more and more often, with Mom’s help.Because my mother was egging me on and exhibiting more daringbehavior, I too caught on to her moods and grew equally more brazen. One late morning I came into the kitchen. Mother was pouring anothercup of coffee, still dressed in one of her oversized sleep-shirts. When she turned around, there I stood, sporting a massive erection.”Well!” Mother smiled. “Good morning to you, too!”I shrugged. “It’s a morning boner and it won’t go down, Mom.””It must’ve been hell to pee through it.””Actually,” I said, “I haven’t been able to go yet.”Mom laughed, took my hand and led me out of the kitchen. As wewalked, my rock hard member bounced before me. Once or twice, it hitMom’s bronze left thigh. She looked down and smiled and then didsomething that absolutely blew me away. She grabbed it and tugged itplayfully! The next time my penis collided with her thigh, sherepeated her gesture, but this time, she kept her handgrip around myerection and led me by the penis until we reached the bathroom off themain hallway. Once again, we had crossed a new line. In the past, mymother had touched my penis to help clean me up. This time, sheseemed to be touching it for the sheer joy of touching it.Once inside the bathroom, Mom released me, lifted the toilet lid forme and pointed at the commode. “It’s not healthy holding it in,” shesaid. “I mean the yellow stuff. Now just once, try controlling thatlibido and take your pee!”That cracked me up and pretty soon I was in a semi-hard state, stilllong and very thick, but soft enough for me to let out a strong streamof piss that fizzed up the toilet.”Wow! How much did you have to drink last night,” Mom muttered. Shewas staring down at my pissing member. I turned my head to look ather. This caused the last short bursts to miss the bowl.Mom playfully spanked my buttocks. “Men!””Sor-ee!” I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and was about to clean upthe bowl when Mom took the paper out of my hands and said, “Let me.”As she wiped the bowl’s outer rim clean, her oversized sleepshirtcrept up enough to reveal the lower round and fleshy globes of herass. That started my penis climbing back to full force.”Already?” Mom said as she turned around and we took turns at thesink.”Well, mom,” I said. “That’s what you get for mooning me!”She smiled and now her upper facial cheeks glowed a faint pink.We returned to the kitchen. Mom sat up on one of the kitchen stoolsby the counter bar separating the dining room from the cooking area. “It looks like you’re going to have some work to do BEFORE breakfast.”I nodded, sat back on a kitchen chair at the table, and startedstroking away. Mom was so engrossed in my show that she probablyhonestly didn’t realize that her sleepshirt was hiked quite high andrevealing generous thighs and the bottoms of her ass-cheeks.It didn’t take me more than a few minutes. When I confessed to beingon the brink of cumming and requested that she bring me some napkins,she shook her head. “No. Come on yourself, then I’ll clean you up.””Promise?” I half-blurted.Mom nodded, smiled. Our eyes locked and I held her gaze until I feltmyself getting very close. I then reached beneath my balls and sank afinger into my ass.Mom’s eyes nearly shut and she moaned. “I love when you do that toyourself.”I responded by erupting. Thick ropes of cum shot onto my chest, intomy navel, onto my groin area. Mom laughed and clapped once and eggedme on, then true to her word, retrieved a warm washcloth and cleanedme up, taking special care to lift my long, thick and still throbbingpenis and gently swab it.Another morning, I woke up very horny. Still nude, I walked out intothe kitchen. This was becoming more or less a habit, but there wasone stark difference this time: I knew that my sister was home. Still, I thought I’d risk a nude stroll. If Lisa catches me, I’lljust tell her that I thought I was alone in the house, I reasoned withmyself. Even as I ran through a number of excuses that I could run bymy sister, however, a part of me was wondering why I was adding morerisk to my exposure. Today, I recognize that I needed to increase thepossibility of being seen in order to feel the rush I so loved fromexposing myself. Mom is the ultimate audience, I thought, but on theother hand, why not give a little free show to Lisa if things work? As I stepped out of my room and started walking completely naked downthe hallway, I felt the strongest, headiest surge run through me thatI’d felt in quite a while. I literally felt my member start to growthicker and slap against my thigh as I got closer to my destination.An overstimulated libido is a funny state to be in, especially when itseems to be ever on the increase. And I wasn’t the only one whoseemed to be throwing caution to the wind, I was soon to learn.Mom’s eyes widened when she saw me stroll through the living room andthen she got off the couch to follow me.”Good morning,” I said casually.”It is now,” she said, glancing down the hallway to check on my s*s,then following me into the kitchen.”You realize that Lisa is home,” she said, watching me pour juice intoa glass.”Oh, really?” I said. “I forgot.””Sure you did,” Mom smiled and winked at me. “You’re getting crazier,you know that.””Yeah, but at least I’m not insane.”I see now how radically atypical and unbalanced the power structure ofour family dynamic had become. Rather than order me to go into myroom and put something on, my mom asked what we were going to do ifLisa showed up. Interesting: it wasn’t my problem. “What are wegoing to do if Lisa shows?” It was our problem. My mother as much asadmitted that we were both locked in some exclusive and increasinglyreckless behavior.”I know what we can do,” I said. “We’ll give her a sex lesson!” Igrabbed a wooden spoon out of the utensil holder near the stove andused the tip to point to my chest. “Lisa, this is a nude man.”Mother laughed as I continued. “There’ll be an anatomy quizimmediately following this exhibit, so listen up. This is his head,”I pointed to my crown, “and this is his other head.” I pointed to mypenis. My mother laughed harder.I cupped my member in my hand. “This is the head of the penis, thisis the shaft and these -” I lifted my thickening tool straight up sothat it smacked my belly. “–are the testicles, otherwise known asgonads, or balls!”Mom actually clapped. “You seem to have this situation well in hand,my dear.””Why, thank you, mam. And this concludes the anatomy lesson.””Oh, no it doesn’t!””It doesn’t?”She walked over and took the wooden spoon from me. “Turn around.””Huh?””Turn around. Bend over. Hands on table. Spread those legs.”Now it was my turn to laugh. “You’re not going to spank me, are you?”I flexed my glutes.”No, just helping you with the grand finale,” she said. I felt thespoon tip on my ass. “And these, dear daughter, are a man’sbuttocks.”I flexed my glutes again.”Right cheek, left cheek.” Tap-tap. “Left cheek.” Tap-tap. “Andone last thing – Your assistance, Tony. Spread em!””My legs are spread.””Hands off table and move them back here. Spread those buns!”I was so aroused by this new development that my penis was a thick andhard log wedged between my stomach and the wooden tabletop. I didwhat I was told. I reached back and spread myself open with bothhands.””Perfect,” Mother said. “The true grand finale, Lisa, lies betweenthese cheeks.” Now I felt the tip of the spoon caress my sphincter,probe it and then the nub of the tip slid in. “This cute little pinkrosebud is something we all have, dear daughter. Call it bud, button,sphincter or asshole, it is truly the living end. And now we candeclare that this concludes our anatomy lesson.”I stood up and Mom and I broke up into more laughs.”You’re a very disturbed young man, do you know that?””Me? Listen to the pot calling the kettle black. You’re just as bad,Mom!”She tossed the spoon into the sink and ran her fingers through herloose red tresses. “You may be right.””Well, I guess I really should get back to my room, though, right?”Mom shrugged. “As you like, sir. I can fix you some breakfast andyou can eat it here or in your room.”I walked over and hugged her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Mom, I love you. You’re great, but I don’t think you mean that.””But I do, Tony.” I hadn’t released her yet. As we stood pressedclose together, I felt my phallus trapped between my right thigh andmy mother’s left one. It was an incredible sensation, feeling myselfsemi-hard and pressed tight into her warmth. “Oh, I most certainly domean it. As funny as I found your impromptu anatomy lesson, whattruly would be the harm in having Lisa go through a slightly moreserious experience? Don’t get me wrong. I love my daughter, but Ialso love to have you around as you are, and honestly, isn’t it bestthat she learn what men look like in a safe environment such as ourhome?”This was tantamount to a blessing on her part to continue our game,under virtually any circumstances. That she had suggested suchactivity only made me feel more aroused. “Tell you what. You can fixme breakfast while I go take care of a more, um, pressing matter.” Weboth looked down at the same time and saw my long and rock harderection wedged at an even crazier angle between our thighs.As I stepped away from her, she playfully slapped my butt (she seemedto be doing that quite often these days) and followed me to mybedroom, where I proceeded to masturbate on the bed as she stood withher back to my closed door, her eyes scrutinizing my every move. Inno time at all, I got onto my knees, gave myself one last massive tugand proceeded to splash all over my bed. Mom washed the sheets laterthat day.By mid-March, the weather was warm enough for my mother and I to sitoutside in the backyard. One particular sultry night during thisperiod stands out. We were sitting on the lawn chairs in the enclosedpatio. Distant flashes and muted rumbles told us it would rainsometime in the night. The evening was darker than usual, due to thecloud cover, and the massive oak that shaded much of the yard made thelawn look even darker this night. Mother and I had been having alively conversation earlier, but eventually, the talk died down and welistened to nature’s stirrings as the wind whipped around us. I wasnude and I casually started rubbing myself and making myself grow. Very soon, I was sporting a massive hard-on that needed seriousattention. Yes, the night was dark, but not so dark that my actionsand erection were concealed. Yet, I didn’t even attempt to apologizefor my behavior. Mom had given me carte blanche to act and do as Ipleased in her presence, and what I wanted now was to cum outside,right here in the backyard.I strolled deeper into the lawn. The feel of the breeze on my skin,on my hardness, was incredible. Mom followed me to the very back ofthe property, where several flowerbeds and foliage were planted aroundthe massive oak and the wrought-iron bench with wooden slats. Istopped near the flowerbeds and began to stroke in earnest.”Soon?” Mom asked as she watched my face tighten up.I nodded, then felt something that made me immediately start to shoot:my mother had watched me masturbate countless times by this point,and she knew what I liked to do in the process. As I felt my erectiongrow more taught and the domed head bulge out further, I felt her handon my buttocks and one wet finger slide deep into my asshole.I erupted, splashing flowers and foliage with ropes of cum. Afterward, my heart still hammering, I collapsed onto the bench. Momsat next to me and put her arm around me.”Thanks,” I said weakly.”Anytime,” she replied. “Thanks for the special fertilizer.”We laughed and then I told her I was going inside to pee. She askedwhy I was going to bother going in the house and I laughed some more. She made a lot of sense.”Actually, I’m so strung out from that cum that I don’t even feel likemoving just yet.”The tree hissed above us, as the wind blew through branches and sentshadows flickering across my mother’s aroused face. “Then don’tbother. Why not do it here?”I smiled. “You mean, just stand, aim and let go?””Don’t even stand. And why aim? Just do it and then we’ll go insideand you can clean up.””This could get very messy,” I said. “Why don’t you aim it for me?”She grinned. “Gladly!”With that, she took my semi-hard member in her hand and held it awayfrom my balls sac and pointed it straight out.I closed my eyes and concentrated and felt my urine start to jet outof my penis. Mom giggled and marveled at the force of my pee and thenshe started to move my phallus around, arcing the stream from left toright across the lawn. The golden stream eventually died to a dribbleover Mom’s hand and my stomach. The last three or four spurts caughtme in the chest and stomach. Mom shook my penis and gave it up,reluctantly, it seemed. She wiped her hand on her jeans, rose,extended her hand to me, and we went inside.Of course, I kept my girlfriend Carla abreast of the situation athome. Every one of my stories led her to greater states of lust. Shestarted begging me to include my s*s in my exposures, but I wasreluctant to do so.And then a curious thing started to happen at about this time. Forsome reason, my own seductive desires started to wane a bit in theexhibitionist department. Having thought long and hard about it, Isuspect it’s because I knew that I’d reached the absolute height ofsafe levels with it. Okay, whom am I k**ding? I’d moved far beyondsafety at this point, but to go any further would mean to treadthrough dangerous territory that I just wasn’t ready to explore. Ididn’t want to carry things very far with my sister and to do any morewith my mother would be to cross over more pronounced taboo lines.Instead, I started getting a massive charge out of THE THOUGHT ofwatching Carla engage in similar exposure games. We began to engagein enticing “What if you were to -” scenarios in bed, most of theminvolving my taking things further with my s*s Lisa or my Mom or withCarla engaging in the kinds of showoff games that I’d been playing. These fantasies fueled our desire for each other – and a hunger to actthem out. Carla confessed that she’d been buying increasinglyrevealing clothing and wearing it several times a week. I told herthat I’d noticed. Finally, Carla confessed all. “I want to do whatyou’re doing, baby! I want to showoff and walk around naked andstuff. I want my own private and not-so-private audience.””I want you to have that, Carla. But how?” I knew that Carlacouldn’t indulge herself at home. Her parents were Class A prudes. “Unless -“”What, baby?””Unless we finally bite the bullet and do what we’ve talking aboutdoing for the past couple of months. Carla, let’s move in together. Then you can be a naked and brazen little showoff 24 hours a day, inyour very own place!””Oh, Tony!” Carla flooded me with kisses and her tongue shoved itsway into my mouth. “I love you!”It was at this point that I realized that Carla and I were well on theroad to becoming complete hedonists and exhibitionists. Even thoughCarla was still an amateur in exhibitionist territory, she spent agreat deal of time begging me to relate my latest home exposurestories and gladly complied, while my sexy girlfriend fingered herselfto countless orgasms. More and more often, she preferred to laysprawled out and naked on my bed, masturbating herself and watching medo the same, rather than have me in her, as I related my latestexposure story to her. Gone was the originally honest reason for mynudity: comfort and freedom.So much is clear to me now. I’d progressed from enjoying nudity forthe sake of sensual freedom, to discovering the erotic dimensions thatcan be culled from exposing oneself to an audience. Eventually, Iwanted to be naked at home not so much for comfort, but in order toshock, to show off with my exposure, to dare myself to take things alittle further, then a little further still, to have easy access to mypenis for my masturbation sessions. In the end, I wanted to see thisbehavior mimicked by someone else. The notion that my behavior hadunleashed similar erotic longings in someone else became the ultimateturn-on for me. And seeing Carla mimic and surpass my behavior wouldcertainly prove to be the ultimate high. I was fortunate enough tohave found a partner who was dying to make my dreams a reality.A part of me hated the thought of moving out — the free room andboard were nice while I was in college — but I also felt that Iwanted to explore more offbeat sexual territory with Carla and we’dreached an impasse under our current living conditions.So in the middle of the new spring semester, we moved into atwo-bedroom apartment. The second bedroom was hardly more than anelongated closet, but it had just enough room to set up our computerand a small guest bed. Our own bedroom was spacious enough, as wasthe main living room. The kitchen was fairly small, but the big bonuswas a small walled-in patio, which allowed for a multiplicity ofexposing situations.Once we moved in, Carla fulfilled our shared desires beyond my wildestexpectations. In fact, she surpassed my own crazy obsessions! Eventually, Carla’s passions actually moved beyond my own comfortzone, but that is a very long and drawn out story that deserves itsown separate “space.”If you’ve enjoyed “Flirting with Exhibitionism and i****t,” thenplease drop me a line (tonyreeno@yahoo.com) and let me know. I’d lovehearing from you, whether it’s a short greeting or your own tales ofexhibitionism and thrill nudity. Also, look for CARLA THE SHOWOFF inthis newsgroup.Once again, my sincere thanks for reading. . .Tony Reeno

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