Message-ID: <25421asstr$964221025@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: tonyreeno@yahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8l9q54$g09$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Fri Jul 21 15:27:52 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Flirting With Exhibitionism and Incest (Part 9) Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 19:10:25 -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, english, dennyw, newsman, gill-bates Here's the conclusion to "Flirting with Exhibitionism and Incest." Of course, I haven't tried to relate every single incident that occurred between the beginning of this great adventure on the outer fringes of taboo; rather, I have tried to highlight the most relevent incidents that give you a strong idea of how I got from the beginning of my story to the time that I wrap it up. After the incident on the couch, in which I openly masturbated in front of my mother and she actually encouraged my actions and finally helped me out with her foot ministrations, I became much more bold about doing it in front of her. For example, Mom still joined me in the bathroom when nobody was around. One day, before getting into the bathtub, I moved around my mother and very casually lifted the toilet lid and took a long piss in front of her. I think that Mom was shocked but she tried to appear non-chalant about 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 lengthening hardness. Mom would smile. "Need you ask?" I noticed that Mom would get especially frustrated if my sister were around, which meant that she would have to stay out of the bathroom during my baths. This lead to new heights of arousal with risk-taking. One afternoon, I was running late for my shift and my sister was around. Mom came by my room and apologized for not being able to run my bath. I told her no problem, that it was very nice of her to do that a lot of the time, but I certainly didn't expect it. Then my mother peered down the hall and then back into my room and boldly asked me in a very soft voice: "Are you going to --" And she finished by cupping her fist and shaking it slowly up and down some three or four times. I shrugged. "I think so. I'm horny and I won't see Carla for a few days 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 to see the door open softly. In stepped my mother, a lewd grin on her face. "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 just wanted 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 I haven'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. For the first time, Mom came and actually sat on the edge of the bathtub and then placed her bare feet in the water and proceeded to slide them over my erection. "Press down hard," I told her. She trapped my phallus between her sole 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 the head, which managed to stick out from beneath her toes, swell to an incredible bulbous shape. Below, my balls bulged, equally distended, thanks to my mother's treatments. Then, using the toes of her other foot, she massaged the head and very tip. I didn't take long for me to explode. Then it happened: in the midst of my cum, my sister knocked on the door. With a shaky voice, I told her I'd be out soon. Then she asked if I'd seen Mom. I said she was somewhere in the house. Mom grinned at that, her eyes saucer-round. My sis countered that she couldn't find her. I advised her to try the backyard and patio. Rather than teach her to be more careful, the fact that we'd gotten away with such actions made my mother bolder. She started making it a habit of visiting me in the bathroom, whether my sister was home or not. And once while my father was home, out working in the yard. It became second nature to her to encourage me to masturbate, even when I hadn't intended to. If I told her I was seeing Carla later and wanted to behave until then, my mother would actually pout, and, because I was turned on by the fact that she was so turned on by my shows, I would eventually relent and pleasure myself, sometimes alone, but more and more often, with Mom's help. Because my mother was egging me on and exhibiting more daring behavior, I too caught on to her moods and grew equally more brazen. One late morning I came into the kitchen. Mother was pouring another cup 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 laughed. "It's a morning boner and it won't go down, Mom." "It must've been hell to pee through it." I nodded and smiled. "It was. It finally went down a bit, too, but then swelled right back up." Mom sat up on one of the kitchen stools by 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 started stroking away. Mom was so engrossed in my show that she probably honestly didn't realize that her oversized sleeping T-shirt was hiked quite high and revealing generous thighs and red bikini panties. It didn't take me more than a few minutes. When I confessed to being on the brink of coming 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 felt myself getting very close. I then reached beneath my balls and sank a finger into my ass. Mom's eyes nearly shut and she moaned. "I love when you do that to yourself." I responded by erupting. Thick ropes of cum shot onto my chest, into my navel, onto my groin area. Mom laughed and clapped once and egged me on, then true to her word, retrieved a warm wash-cloth and cleaned me up, taking special care to lift my long, thick and still throbbing penise and gently swab it. Another morning, I woke up very horny and simply walked out into the kitchen. I knew that my sister was home, but I thought I'd risk a nude stroll anyway, recognizing that I needed more risk to feel the rush I so loved from exposing myself. As I stepped out of my room and started walking completely naked down the hallway, I felt the strongest, headiest surge run through me that I'd felt in a while. I literally felt my member start to grow thicker and slap against my thigh as I got closer to my destination. Mom's eyes widened when she saw me stroll through the living room and then she followed me into the kitchen. "You realize your sis is home," she said, watching me pour juice into a glass. "Oh, really?" I said. "I forgot." "Sure you did," Mom smiled and winked at me. This was tantamount to a blessing on her part to continue the game and it only made me feel more aroused. As I walked by her, she slapped my butt and followed me to my bedroom, where I proceded to masturbate on the bed as she stood with her back to my closed door, her eyes scrutinizing my every move. In no time at all, I got onto my knees, gave myself one last massive tug and proceeded to splash all over my bed. Mom washed the sheets later that day. By mid-March, the weather in my very balmy part of the country in which I grew up was warm enough for my mother and me to sit outside in the backyard. One night, I was sitting out there and having a casual conversation with her. I was nude and I casually started rubbing myself and making myself grow. Very soon, I had sported a massive hard-on that needed serious attention. I didn't even attempt to apologize for my actions. Mom had given me carte blanche to act and do as I pleased in her presence, and what I wanted now was to cum outside, right here in the backyard. I strolled out into the lawn. The feel of the breeze on my skin, on my hardness, was incredible. Mom followed me to the back of the property, where several flower-beds and foliage were planted around a massive oak and two benches. I stopped near the flower beds 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 erection grow taughter and the domed head bulge out further, I felt her hand on 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 nearest bench. Mom sat next to me. "Thanks," I said weakly. "Anytime," she replied. "Thanks for the special fertilizeer." We laughed and then I told her I was going inside to pee. She asked why 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 want to move." The tree hissed above us, as the wind blew through branches and sent shadows flickering across my mother's aroused face. "Then don't bother. Why not do it here?" I smiled. "You mean, just aim and let go?" She nodded. "Or don't even aim. Just do it and then we'll go inside and 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 away from my balls sac and pointed it straight out. I closed my eyes and concentrated and felt my urine start to jet out of my penis. Mom giggled and marveled about the force of my pee and then she started to move my phallus around, arcing the stream from left to right across the lawn. The golden stream eventually died to a dribble over Mom's hand and my stomach. The last three or four spurts caught me 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 girfriend Carla abreast of the situation at home. Every one of my stories led her to greater states of lust. She started begging me to include my sis in my exposures, but I was reluctant to do so. And then a curious thing started to happen at about this time. For some reason, my own seductive desires started to wane a bit in the exhibitionist department. Having thought long and hard about it, I suspect it's because I knew that I'd reached the absolute height of safe levels with it. Okay, who am I kidding? I'd moved far beyond safe at this point, but to go any further would mean to tread through dangerous territory that I just wasn't ready to explore: I didn't want to actually let my sister catch me nude -- let alone masturbating -- and to do any more with my mother would be to cross over more pronounced taboo lines that I wasn't sure I wanted to cross at all. Instead, I started getting a massive charge out of THE THOUGHT of watching Carla engage in similar exposure games. We began to engage in enticing "What if you --" scenarios in bed, most of them involving Carla engaging in the kinds of games that I'd been playing. These fantasies fueled our desire for each other -- and a hunger to act them out. While they initially involved exposing myself more blatantly to my mother, these very quickly lost their impact, sinced I had acted out in ways that transcended our fantasies and I grew more and more bold around her and did more and more in her presence. We then switched to scenarios involving my being nude in the presence of my sister, but to reiterate, something was holding me back from actually playing these particular thoughts out. Finally, the scenarios shifted to Carla getting into the act. It was she who suggested the first ones, after lamenting that "I want to do what you're doing, baby! I want to showoff and walk around naked and stuff." However, this was an impossibility in Carla's house more than in mine because Carla's parents were extremely prudish. It was at this point that I realized that Carla and I were well on the road to becoming complete hedonists and exhibitionists. Even though Carla was still a virgin in this territory, she spent a great deal of time begging me to relate my latest exposure stories and fingering herself to countless orgasms. More and more often, she preferred to lay sprawled out and naked on my bed, masturbating herself and watching me do the same, rather than have me in her. All this as I related my latest exposure story to her. Gone was the originally honest reason for my nudity: comfort and freedom. I wanted to be naked at home in order to have easy access to my penis for my masturbation sessions, and because Carla so enjoyed my stories, I wanted to see this behavior in someone else and I was fortunate enough to have a partner who was dying to make my dreams a reality. That lead to my second realization: that if Carla and I were going to make her fantasies come true, then we were going to have to change the dynamics of our living situations. I hated the thought of moving out -- the free room and board were nice while I was in college -- but I also felt that I wanted to explore more offbeat sexual territory with Carla and we'd reached an impasse under our current living conditions. So in the middle of the new spring semester, we moved into a two bedroom apartment. The second bedroom was hardly more than an elongated closet, but it had just enough room to set up our computer and a small guest bed. Our own bedroom was spacious enough, as was the main livingroom. The kitchen was fairly small, but the big bonus was a small walled patio, which allowed for a multiplicity of exposing situations. Once we moved in, Carla fulfilled our shared desires beyond any of my expectations. Eventually, she took her lust farther than my own comfort zone, but that is a very long and drawn out story that I will begin to relate in the future. If you've enjoyed "Flirting with Exhibitionism and Incest," then look for the first part of CARLA THE SHOWOFF in a month or so. I wish I had more time to write erotica, but this is strictly a sideline pleasure, given my rigorous workload. I will get to CARLA in three or four weeks or so, though, so please stand by. Take care, one and all! 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