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Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2005 10:20:58 +0000
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Family Exhibitions
I'm an exhibitionist. I guess I always have been and I expect I always will be.
That point in childhood when most kids (or at least most girls) learn modesty, I
didn't. I do remember my folks trying to shame me into covering up when I would
dance out of my bedroom in next to nothing while guests were at our house but my
blushing just became part of my repertoire.
As a teenager, I was completely open around Mom. If I knew only the two of us
were home, I would walk up to Mom stark naked and while absentmindedly fiddling
with a nipple or my budding pubic hair, ask her some totally innocent question
like what time some TV show came on or how one makes hamburger gravy. I know she
wanted to chew me out for being so immodest but my questions threw her off the
track. In answering my questions she would forget that she was going to get
after me. Other times I would pick a mundane time like during breakfast to ask
her when her breasts developed or when she got her period. She was just
liberated enough to try to answer but would get all flustered.
There was a certain method to my madness. Even at the tender age of twelve I
sensed that being so open with others would excite and arouse them and I think I
even hoped that they would reciprocate. Perhaps I got that idea when I was three
or four, playing "doctor" with the neighbor. With Mom it worked. When I
intentionally "walked in" on her just as she got out of the shower, she couldn't
very well try to hide her nakedness from me by saying "How would you like me to
walk in on you?" After all, I had shown her everything I had. I would talk about
anything but what I really wanted to talk about---sex, but Mom would still get
aroused. I could tell from her nipples. And it was fun to watch her still try to
be coy and modest.
Mom still had a beautiful figure and she kept her weight down well. Her breasts
were a 36, capped with rosy nipples that stuck out a good half inch when she
was excited. Her bush was thick and black. One day I really shocked her by
asking if I could examine her "down there". Before she had a chance to say no,
I suggested that we both undress in front of my folks' full-length mirror so
that I could get an idea of what a mature woman looks like. Then, while she was
still shaking her head in disbelief as much as disapproval, I pulled her by the
hand into her bedroom.
First, I took off my sweater and training bra. The bra was certainly unnecessary
as my breasts at that time were little more than swollen nipples. When Mom
unslung her breasts, I gasped in visual appreciation which was not a put on. To
my teenage mind, Mom was a knockout. I asked if I could touch them and she
quickly said no. I didn't push it. Instead, I pulled down my shorts and then
slid my panties over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I fluffed up the
small patch of hair adorning my pussy and sort of opened up my labia with a
couple of fingers. The action was not lost on Mom. She caught her breath and her
nipples stiffened noticeably.
"Not much to look at, am I, Mom?" I queried.
"Well, dear, I think you have a beautiful body for a 13-year old. I didn't get
any boobs until I was 15"
"What about your pussy hair, Mom? Isn't this pitiful?" While saying this, I
again fluffed up my hair.
"When I was your age girls didn't touch themselves 'down there' so I don't
remember much about what or when I developed anything. Even now, I don't really
know anything about what I look like 'down there'."
"Oh, Mom, you're kidding me! The human body is beautiful and judging from what
I've seen, yours is especially so! Here, let's look and see." With that I pulled
down on Mom's slacks catching her panties at the same time. As her clothes came
over her hips, my forearm brushed against her bush and it felt like electricity
shooting up my arm. Mom covered her face with her hands as I knelt down to help
her step out of her clothes. With my eyes at the same level as her crotch, I
noticed a string dangling from Mom's pussy. She had a tampon in.
"Mom, why do you have a string down here?" I reached for the string with no
intention of pulling it out but the effect was the same for Mom.
"Don't!" she yelped. "This is all too confusing to me. You need to let me
collect my thoughts."
I decided that I really should slow down a little. But the opportunity was too
precious to completely abandon my idea. I suggested that we sit down and talk a
little--- "woman to woman". Mom went for that and didn't even seem to notice as
we walked back into the family room that we were both still naked. Fortunately,
it was a warm day and we probably would have both been sitting around in shorts
and halters anyway.
Well, we talked about the weather and our upcoming vacation and other non-
threatening topics. Then I decided it was time to get back to the subject at
hand. "Mom," I started, "I'm getting to the age when I expect I'll start my
period. Is there anything I should know so that I won't feel embarrassed or mess
things up?" Mom hesitated like she still didn't know where to begin so I
continued, "I mean, like I really would like to know about tampons and pads and
which is better. Do you use both?"
"Well....yes, dear, I do use both types. Right now I have a tampon in which is
attached to the little string you saw earlier. I use tampons early in my period
when the flow is heaviest and then switch to pads and panty liners on the second
or third day."
"Would you show me, Mom? Would you? Please?"
"Dear, a used tampon is not a pretty thing, believe me."
"Oh, but please show me how you put one in. Maybe I could even try. Do
you think?"
"Uh....I don't know about your trying it but I do probably need to change mine.
Let's see."
We went back into the bedroom and into the master bath. Mom sat on the toilet
and pulled her "plug" out and dropped it into the toilet before I could do
anything about it. She was right, though, from what little I did see it wasn't a
pretty sight to look at. She then unwrapped a new tampon and slipped the tube
inside her faster than I had imagined possible. She dropped the applicator in
the wastebasket and stood up. I was afraid I had missed my chance. But Mom
thought she would teach me a lesson.
She instructed me to sit down on the toilet and spread my legs wide apart. She
then unwrapped another tampon and showed me how to hold it in my hand. Then,
standing directly in front of me, she opened her labia to show me where she had
inserted her tampon. I tried to push the stiff cardboard inside me but all I got
for my effort was a sharp pain. I tried again and again but couldn't find the
proper location. I began to panic. Mom's pussy was inches from my face and the
heat and ripe smell from it was beginning to choke me. Maybe I wasn't so smart
after all. Just then I felt another sharp pain and then a feeling like nothing I
had felt before. The tube was inside me. I pushed on the applicator and removed
the cardboard. I had done it! I dropped the applicator in the wastebasket like
Mom had done and stood up abruptly. Hugging Mom, partly to keep her from falling
over from my abrupt action and partly to feel her skin against my own, I gushed,
"I love you, Mom."
We had no secrets after that day. The next time I asked to see her pussy, she
laid down on the bed and spread her legs wide. She invited me to push one then
two fingers inside her and showed me what type of touch her clitoris was most
sensitive to. She showed me how to douche and how she inserted foam
contraceptive. She also had me lay down and spread open so she could look. She
didn't try to push her finger inside me but she did play with my clitoris until
I thought I would pee by mistake.
With Dad, it was a little different. I knew I wanted something from him but
wasn't sure what that was. Although I wore the skimpiest of bathing suits around
him, he was always proper in his conduct toward me. In fact, the sexier I acted
and dressed, the further away he stayed. I was going to have to be subtle.
One evening when Mom had been away three days of a five day business trip, I
took a long, hot shower then dressed in my shorty nightgown and lace panties. I
daubed just the slightest bit of perfume that Mom uses every now and then and
walked into the family room where Dad was watching TV. Sitting down in his lap,
I buried my face in his neck and gave him a good hug. I squirmed around in his
lap "to get comfortable" but in reality trying to rub against his penis. It got
hard enough that I could feel it pushing up against me. I slid my hand inside
his shirt saying that I loved to feel the hair on his chest. I opened the
buttons of his shirt so I could rub him all over. I teased him about how his
nipples were more prominent than mine then slid my hand under the waistband of
his trousers. I think I was touching his pubic hair but I wasn't allowed to stay
long enough to make sure. Dad was on his feet and I dropped unceremoniously to
the floor. "I'm sorry, young lady, but there are certain areas of her father's
body that a young lady cannot admire. I think its time you headed off to bed."
I was pissed. I wanted to strip right then and there to show him a thing or two
but I was afraid that would set him off forever. Instead, I sulked off to my
bedroom, rubbing my sore bottom as I left. I took off my nightie and flopped
onto my bed. I was still horny, so I started playing with my pussy inside my
panties. I must have fallen asleep that way because the next thing I remember
was noticing the light from the hallway shining into my room casting a shadow
Dad onto the foot of my bed. I kept my eyes as shut as I could while still
trying to get a better look at the doorway. Dad was standing there, still
clothed from the waist down but he had his cock out and was slowly rubbing it
back and forth. I shifted my legs just a little to give Dad a better look at my
skimpy panties. His strokes appeared to speed up.
Pretending that I was having a good sexy dream, I started muttering "Fuck me. Oh
that feels so good." Etc. I began rubbing my finger in and out of my cunt. I
could hear Dad's heavy breathing now between my moans. Then he groaned and
almost doubled over. I sat up in my bed and watched him squirt his sperm onto
the bedroom carpeting. He didn't notice that I had awakened until his spasms had
almost stopped. Then he looked at me and froze in panic.
"Oh, Dad, can we do that again sometime? Its so exciting watching and hearing
you masturbate. Your penis is sooo impressive!"
Dad still had nothing to say so I rolled off the bed and walked over to him.
Throwing my arms around him and pressed my naked breasts onto his bare chest and
ground my silky panties against his limp cock. Almost immediately his cock began
to swell again. Dad pulled away and tried to break my embrace. "Look, Dad. Sex
is not something to be hidden. I owe my life to that beautiful penis and the
copious sperm you produce. How can I feel anything but love for you and
admiration for your equipment. We both know now that the other masturbates so
there is nothing to hide there. Come on, why don't I show you mine and you show
me yours and this time we can talk while we do it."
At that, I stepped back only far enough to let Dad get a good look at my tits
while I proceeded to unfasten his belt and let his pants drop to the floor.
Getting his shorts off was a little more difficult because he had such a raging
hardon by this time. But he helped me and soon he was completely naked in front
of me. I turned around while sliding my panties off. I hoped that he would think
I was still a little modest but even more I hoped that he would take advantage
of eyeing my bottom. Even better than I could have hoped for, he actually patted
my bottom. It was ten- tative but it was a pat.
I really needed to pee and I told Dad so, asking if he would please come into
the bathroom with me. He agreed saying he needed to as well. Rather than sitting
on the toilet seat, I lifted it up and straddled the toilet, spreading my labia
as I did so. Dad squatted down in front of me to get a better look at things. It
was difficult forcing the urine out but I managed to do it. Then I did sit down
on the seat and asked Dad to pee onto my chest and stomach. He protested, saying
what a strange thing to ask for, but I could tell by his expanding penis that
the idea had caught his imagination. He couldn't do it for the longest time but
finally he got a drip, then a trickle, then a decent stream coming out. It felt
strange and hot and wonderful against my body.
When he finished, I stepped into the shower and quickly washed my body while Dad
watched me, with a strange look in his eyes. We then moved to the family room
which had much better lighting than the bedroom. Dad suggested that we each
spend five minutes look- ing over the other person by asking that person to get
into whatever pose we wished. Then we would both masturbate together.
I posed first. Dad really got into it as he had me pose in the lewdest of
positions. And while he never touched me, he would get his nose close enough to
my slit that his glasses would fog up. He also asked me to stick my finger up my
cunt and then into my asshole. I complied willingly with both requests. His five
minutes stretched into almost ten but I was enjoying it too much to complain.
When it was Dad's turn to pose, he was a good sport about it. I made him bend
over and spread his cheeks wide so I could blow softly on his asshole. Then I
had him bend over backward so his cock stuck straight in the air. I had the
hardest time keeping my hands off him but I did let him know I was close by
breathing soft kisses on his cock and balls. After I had seen him from all
angles, I said the five minutes were up.
Sitting about five feet from each other in easy chairs and making sure that we
could both see and be seen, we began rubbing our genitals and talking dirty.
Seeing Dad pump his long, stiff penis made me get sopping wet and I told him so.
Then I dipped two fingers in myself and made sexy slurping sounds before licking
the juice off my fingers. Dad stood up so he could pound his pud harder and make
his balls slap against his fist and his thighs. I was pinching my tits and
squeezing my cunt to heighten the tension. Suddenly, I couldn't stop if I had
wanted to. Sweat was running down my armpits and beading on my forehead. I felt
wonderful but faint. My cunt felt warmer and wetter than I had ever remembered
feeling before. I gasped out loud with pleasure then let the spasms of emotion
wash over me like ocean waves.
I was still sliding down gently from a high emotional peak when I realized that
Dad was now nearing his release. I fell to my knees in front of Dad and begged
him to cover me with his sperm. He, too, was too far gone to try to stop and
again he shot his sperm for me to see. Unlike his piss, his sperm came in great
spurts and with even less control. It hit my breasts, my belly and even got on
my face and in my hair. I began rubbing it around wherever it fell and then
licking it off my fingers as his eruptions died down.
What an experience! The first of many to come...
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