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Flirting with Exhibitionism and Incest (4)
Hi there --
I've gotten some great responses to my story and I'd like to thank you
for taking the time to do so. I love your encouragement and your own
personal anecdotes which run along similar themes. Keep them coming.
They inspire me to keep charging forth with my own nude autobiography.
:) Here's another installment. This one takes us into more explicit
and sexually adventuresome territory. Hope you enjoy it. I'm just
looking back and chronicling what occurred a little over a decade ago.
At the start of the fall semester, I met this incredibly cool girl who
was to be my girlfriend for the next four and a half years. Carla was
super sweet and sexy, a brunette with shoulder-length hair and a slim
and trim body with just a little extra in the hips and buns department.
She had a great smile and a crystalline, infectious laugh. She was
also the most erotic and sex-hungry woman I've ever met. Even now,
about six years after our break-up, Carla is still tops on my list when
it comes to insatiable and daredevil women.
I have always had a pretty high sex drive and with Carla, it was out of
control for awhile. That girl simply didn't know the meaning of the
word "no." We were at each other's bodies constantly, both in her dorm
room and -- when circumstances allowed -- at my place. I seriously
thought about getting my own place, then, or inviting Carla to go
halfers on an apartment with me, or contribute what she could to it, but
I figured I might be jumping the gun and decided to see if we continued
to be as compatible with each other as we initially appeared to be.
I thought we'd be okay. It wasn't just sex. Carla and I liked the same
movies, some of the same music, a lot of the same foods. We certainly
were off to a fine start. And to reiterate, there's no mistake that
we'd found ourselves a sexual equal in each other. We were constantly
pushing each other to the limit. Initially, I was very leery of messing
around with Carla when ANYONE was at home, but as with my nudity in the
presence of my mother, I started to get a heightened sexual charge from
fooling around with Carla when my mother was also in the house.
Eventually, I remember we would have steamy lovemaking sessions in my
bedroom, with the door closed, but I started getting louder and louder,
much to Carla's panic and dismay. I told her to lighten up, that we
were just doing what came naturally, but she was a bit taken aback by my
cavalier attitude for quite some time. Eventually, she began to lighten
up and 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 the
envelope to get a more powerful erotic charge out of our antics. One
day, we had an especially intense rutting session in which I banged into
Carla repeatedly from behind as she backed up against me, on the bed, on
all fours. It was a session that left us drenched with sweat, our
bodies drained of energy and in much need of re-energizing.
Carla put on one of my T-shirts. On her cute figure, it came down just
past her butt and fit her like a mini-skirt. She made a quick bathroom
jaunt to freshen up, then I did the same, but I didn't bother to put
anything on when I went into the hallway.
"Tony!" Carla hissed. "Your mother might be around!"
"I think she's up front, watching TV," I said.
"But what if she comes down the hall?"
I shrugged, headed to the bathroom, used it, got cleaned up, then
returned.
Carla was giggling on the bed, shaking her head at me. "You perverted
daredevil!"
"Let's go get something to drink," I said, then stepped back into the
hallway.
"You're not going out to the main part of the house like that, are you?"
"Like I said earlier, Carla, my dad's away for the weekend and my
sister's over at Sheila's [her friend's] house for the night."
"But your mom --"
"My mom is used to seeing me like this," I said.
"You have GOT to be kidding."
"Not at all."
"You mean she saw you nude when you were a baby, right?"
"Right. And many days of the week since then, up through a few days
ago."
Carla gave me a sideways look that said, Cut the bullshit.
"Why don't you just come 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. At the hallway, rather than cutting toward
the kitchen, I strolled into the living room.
Mom was in her favorite large plush chair.
She glanced over at Carla and me and smiled. She seemed completely
unaffected by my nudity.
"Hi, guys!" she said.
"How's it going, Mom?"
"Pretty good, now that I'm off work."
"Been home long?" I pretended we hadn't heard her come in (maybe Carla
really hadn't, but I had heard some noises in the houses while we were
playing in my bedroom).
"Not that long," she said. "Grab something cool! It looks like you
both need it!"
Carla was in wide-eyed shock at the sight of my walking around
completely naked in full view of my mother. She tried very hard to act
cool, but I could see red rising in her cheeks and a laugh threatening
to spill out of the corners of her mouth.
I started getting that by now familiar head rush that I associated with
exhibitionism. I couldn't believe how far things had progressed in the
past few months: from being nude in my room, to being nude in front of
my mother around the house, to jokes laced with sexual innuendo, and now
this: showing off in front of my mother, with someone else -- my own
girlfriend -- present!
Now, we could've just resumed our bee-line to the kitchen and gotten our
drinks, but I was starting to have too much fun to cut it off so soon.
I walked over to the couch and asked what she was watching. To be
honest, Mom hadn't watched the set since we came in. She was too busy
ogling me! She finally said it was some nature show on Discovery.
I pretended to be interested in it and sat on the couch and asked Carla
to get me my cigarettes from the bedroom.
"And I'll get us all some sodas," my mother said.
Carla returned before mom. She still had the roundest eyes. As she
plopped down on the couch next to me, she started giggling.
"What?" I said.
She stroked my upper thigh and then grabbed my not quite flaccid phallus
and shook it. "This is WHAT! You are so fucking shameless!"
"Hey, I just like to naked, that's all."
"Right," she said, giving me a lopsided sneer-smile. "You just like to
show off."
"No, honestly, it's more for comfort than showing."
"Whatever," she said, squeezing my penis and then tugging it hard at the
base, near my balls, before releasing me. "But don't stop on my
account, lover boy. I'm enjoying the show, and judging from the way
your mom was staring at you, I think she likes it too!"
Mom came back into the room and handed out the sodas. I asked where she
was going. She said back to her armchair. I told her not to be so
anti-social and sit with us on the couch.
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 a
cigarette and we watched the show. Or tried to. I think the sexual
tension was pretty high in the room. I sat with my legs in front of me,
crossed at the ankles, feet on the coffee table. My penis and balls
were very prominent and visible in a pile in front of us. I can't tell
you the incredible rush I was feeling on this evening. I think that's
why I remember it so vividly. I had never felt so exposed.
When I finished my second cigarette, I stood up for a moment to put the
ashtray as far away from my feet as I could, on the pretext that I
didn't want to knock it over. In reality, I knew I was giving Carla and
my mother a closeup view of my ass. I even spread my legs a bit to show
them my phallus, testicles and asshole for just a moment when I bent
over slightly, then I snapped my fingers as though I were remembering
something and headed out of the living room.
I called Carla from the hallway. I said I'd forgotten to show her
something in my bedroom. She came around the corner and if her eyes had
been bug-round before, this time, they nearly fell out of her face.
Why? Because she found me in the hallway, lazily stroking a massive
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 to
be told what I wanted. She came up to me, pushed my hand away, started
fondling me, then, after a quick peek over her shoulder toward the
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 to
orgasm. I looked down and saw Carla's legs spread wide and asked her to
rub herself. She readily complied and hiked up my T-shirt and got to
work on her clit. I watched her mouth suck my penis deeply, then let it
slide out, in and out, in and out and I grew thicker and harder. Below
her mouth, I watched her fingers dance quickly over her clit and pussy
and it was a beautiful show. As I felt my orgasm draw ever closer, I
grabbed the sides of Carla's head and started thrusting my erection in
and out of her mouth.
"Don't take this as an insult, baby," I told her, "but you're my little
fuckhead, and I'm about to cum."
"Then cum, lover boy," she warbled between my thickness and in between
sucks and slurps, then she couldn't say anymore because I grabbed her
hair 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 her
clit and then she was coming too and it was one of the most powerful and
daring and erotic sex sessions of my life. I've tried hard to recreate
it here but I'm not sure I've succeeded at capturing the intensity of
the moment.
We shared several sloppy kisses then decided to head back into the
living room. I was going to go clean up a bit in the restroom, but
Carla stopped me. "Do me a favor, okay?" she said. "Leave it.
Please?"
I looked down at myself. I was pretty flaccid now, but not completely
back to normal. I was still semi-long and thick. Also, my penis looked
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 and
nodded.
"You know," I said, "this is why I think I've found the perfect
girlfriend."
She laughed and we returned to the living room. Mom was still sitting
on 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 hand came
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-cum on the
tip. I wondered if my mother saw it.
She probably did, but then, I was too lost in eroticism to dwell on it.
Thanks again for the encouragement! More soon. . .
Tony
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