Message-ID: <24182asstr$958673402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: tonyreeno@yahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8g07qp$d27$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu May 18 07:58:22 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Flirting with Exhibitionism and Incest (3) Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 14:10:02 -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: dennyw, gill-bates Flirting with Exhibitionism and Incest (3) Hi -- Well, it looks like most of you are enjoying my story. I want to thank you for all the positive feedback again, both on and off it, when it has been mailed directly to me. I especially love to hear about your own stories, even those that have not so much to do with incest but with exhibitionism. Great stuff, folks! Once again, please: no spam or re-prints. Now, on with the SHOW! ;) To repeat, the incident in the bathtub involving my "periscope" really crossed a line for me -- and for my mother. We had never been candid about my exposure before. In the past, she seemed to take my nudity very much in stride; but the fact that she had actually joked about my half-hard penis and I had sustained the joke, was new territory for us. I began to wonder how much of a sexual relationship my mother and father had, at this point in their marriage. To reiterate, my mother was (and is) a good-looking woman: a pretty redhead with a voluptuous body -- nice round breasts and a fantastic round butt. I was around 20 or 21 when these events started, which meant that Mom would've been around 39 or 40 at the time. My parents seemed to enjoy each other's company, but my mother was an inspector who was based at home 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. I think that my mother started taking a greater interest in me because she was lacking various vital components in the marriage: namely, companionship and sex. Again, things weren't bad between mom and my father, when he was around, but he was not an overly romantic person and once I started looking for it, I detected the absence of affection and attention that may have been there at one time, that was now missing, and that Mom seemed hungry to experience. I wish I could say we lived in an isolated neighborhood, but we didn't. Nothing fancy; just middle-class Americana, to be honest. So I didn't have the huge private yard in which to roam around in the nude or anything. We did have a high wooden fence surrounding our property. Several large oaks provided much shade, and we had a small screen-meshed enclosed deck/patio. One night in summer, I was out of school and wasn't scheduled to go into the convenience store until 10:30 or so. My father was on a three-day business trip and my baby sis Lisa (who wasn't all that baby at 14) was sleeping at a friend's house. I was in my room, nude, when my mom stopped by and asked if I wanted to come out back and enjoy the evening breeze. I said sure and moved to put on some shorts, but she said, "Why bother? We'll keep the porch light off." I stared at her. "You sure?" I asked. "Why? Are you chicken?" she giggled. "Is that a dare, mom?" "Yup!" "Well, I accept the challenge, 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 that uncomfortable on my bare body, but to be honest, I wouldn't have cared. I was absolutely amazed to be outside in the nude. I had never done this before, and I was feeling an exhilarating head rush. This is one of the reasons that I thought about posting these texts onto an exhibitionist list: because I think they cross boundaries. I think that the fact that my mother became my audience -- and an increasingly interested audience, as time went on -- did something to my casual nudity. Slowly but surely, I came to enjoy being naked not just for comfort, but for the thrill of being on display. It's very strange, 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 so open with me and do whatever you wish." "Well, that's thanks to you," I reminded her. "You're the one who put me at ease with being naked around you. If it weren't for your tolerance, I'd be holed up in my room right now." She leaned over and squeezed my thigh and pecked my cheek. "Oh, you hermit, 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 light filtering out through the sliding glass door for me to be splashed by the orange glow of the lamplight from within the house. I was beginning to realize that there is casual nudity and there is exposure/exhibitionism. The two aren't the same. You can be nude but not exposing yourself. I say this because I don't think I was so much exposed to my mother when we were both sitting side by side, but what I did next -- and some of the things I did later on -- moved me from being nude to the realm of being exposed and playing the exhibitionist. My mother was still sitting down and I stood right in front of her, with my crotch at her face level, just inches away from her eyes. Only then did I ask if she wanted a lemonade re-fill. She accepted and thanked me. When I returned with the filled glasses, I made it a point to stand right in front of her and hold the glass practically in front of my crotch. Mom thanked me and I watched her hand come within inches of my phallus. Her eyes were blatantly on it for a few seconds before I moved away. Eventually, we called it an evening and finally went inside. I was still riding an incredible erotic rush and I made it a point to come up behind Mom and give her a long bearhug as she was rinsing out the glasses at the sink. "My goodness, thank you, but what was that for?" she asked. When she turned around, I could tell she was a little flustered. She was also gazing down at my bobbing penis and balls. "For being the very best," I said. "You really don't have to be so open, but I feel so at ease with you. Thanks again. I'll see you later." "I see you now," she joked. I was thrilled by her comment! It was the same kind of line that she'd given me in the bathroom, subtly calling attention to my phallus. I cupped my hands around my privates, but made sure to leave my penis partially exposed through my fingers. "No you don't!" "I sure do!" I pretended to be agitated and actually grabbed my member and pulled it upward and tried to pretend to conceal it around my arm. Of course, the head and part of the shaft flopped around my wrist to peek at 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 thicker and heavier. "Mom, I'm shocked!" She was still staring at my growing girth, then she gave me a sly smile. "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 my bedroom, my phallus was still pointing down, but it was a lot longer and very thick. I still have some more to share; I hope you folks don't get bored. Please keep sharing your own stories with me, either through the list, or email me directly. Thanks for listening! Tony tonyreeno@yahoo.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+