Message-ID: <24161asstr$958504249@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: tonyreeno@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8frdm9$tdf$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue May 16 12:07:47 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Flirting with Exhibtitionism and Incest (2) Date: Tue, 16 May 2000 15:10:49 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, Lambchop Flirting with Exhibitionism and Incest (2) Hi -- Thanks for the positive feedback. Please continue to send me your comments and your own stories. I appreciate them and try to answer all queries. Once again, a quick warning: this may be pretty mild for some of you. If so, move on. Please: no spammers or re-posts. As time went on and my nudity around my mother became more common when my sis and dad weren't around, I started to notice that mom would seem to seek me out more often and go out of her way to let me know I didn't have to "live like a hermit" (as she put it) in my room, just because I wanted to enjoy being nude. As I stated in my first post, little by little, I got over my apprehensiveness and began to take her up on her offers to watch TV with her while in the nude, or just join her for afternoon "chats" if she happened to be home. Because I was nude around the house, the bathroom became another place for us to "sit and visit," especially on those days when I opted to take a bath instead of a shower. On the afternoons when she happened to be home, she seldom failed to come around and ask me, "Bath or shower?" and if I replied with "Bath," she began to draw my bath for me. Then she would join me in the bathroom while I scrubbed down. She'd sit on the toilet or the sink counter and we'd chatter away. It was around this time, about two or three months into my full nudity around her, that I began to wonder if my mom was being tolerant of my nudity simply because she wanted me to feel comfortable around the house. I began to suspect that she might be getting a thrill out of my exhibitions. As I said, we never crossed overt incest boundaries, but slowly but surely, some sexual innuendo and veiled eroticism began to creep into our relationship. (Of course, the fact that my mother was (and is) a goodlooking woman 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 an anorexic super-model. Mom's a redhead, with a good 36D chest, flaring hips and very round buttocks. The classic Coca-Cola bottle figure comes to mind when I'm looking for a quick description.) Again, overt boundaries weren't transgressed, but we certainly began to move into new and questionable territory. For example, one day when my mom drew my bath, I was in my room, furiously typing away at a term paper that was due. Mom came up behind me and rubbed my shoulders and told me I better hurry or my bath water was going to get cold. I leaned back and told her her shoulder massage felt great after a couple of hours of typing. When I muttered that maybe I was too lazy to bathe after all, she came around to face me, took my hands, pulled me out of the chair and told me to quit being a baby and march into the bathroom. I jested with her and asked if she wanted to bathe me and she said that she'd done enough of that when I was a kid. We shared a laugh, but as I passed her, she swatted me on my bare left buttock. That surprised me. Up to now, she'd seldom touched me while I was nude. I half turned and joked to her, "You missed one." She quickly caught up to me and swatted my right butt cheek, open palmed. "Not anymore," she said, following me into the bathroom, where she took up her usual place on the counter while I bathed. About a week later, I was back in the bathroom and bathing again. Mom had started out sitting on the toilet, but had eventually gotten up and perched on the bathroom countertop. More and more, this was her preferred spot. I wondered if it was because she had a total view of me in the bathtub from that vantage point. On this day, the water was a little warmer than usual and it actually made my circumcised penis grow to a semi-hard state. I became just a little self-conscious by it, but it was below the surface of the water. Still, when I moved around a couple of times, its thick round tip and several inches bobbed into view, then sank, then did it again. Mom giggled. I asked what was so funny. She then she shocked the hell out of me by asking if there was a submarine in the tub with me. I asked her what she meant, and she said she thought she detected a periscope. I must've blushed crimson! In the past, mother had never mentioned any specific part of my nude body when she was around me. This was crossing a new boundary. I tried to get over my embarrassment by making light of the situation and forcing myself to play along with her. I slouched a bit lower in the tub and my half-hard erection bobbed high above the water line and I said, "Up periscope! Mom, you're right! There IS a sub in here with me!" We both died laughing and I was surprised once again when mom asked me -- several times -- to do it again, please, just one more time. I finally complied. In retrospect, I think that was the first time (but not the last) that I got an erotic charge out of being totally naked in front of my mother, and it was mainly her comments that did it. I remember actually grabbing my penis at the base, near my balls, and giving it a good squeeze underneath the soapy water. Still gripping it tightly, it grew thicker but not fully erect, and then I slouched even lower in the tub, lifted my penis almost completely above the water mark and yelled "Up periscope!" then left it exposed for a good five seconds, moving it around a bit before splashing it back out of sight. That did it. Neither mom or I could stop our giggles after that, and from then on, "periscope" became a running joke word between us that was guarranteed to send us into hysterics at the weirdest times. Thanks again for the encouragement. I can go on, if you're still interested. 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