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Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2005 16:59:35 +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
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