Exhibitionism

Home For The Holidays Ch. 1: Happy New Years

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Housewife Rose finds herself more than just a hostess for her husband’s holiday parties. Her husband also intends that she be the featured entertainment! Follow Rose as she entertains her husband’s guests, as she finds herself stuck at home for the holidays.

Growing up with Mom

This is the story of my relationship with my mom. My dad left when I was very young so as far back as I can remember, it was always just me and my mom.
One of my favorite things to do when I was little was my nightly bath with mom. I loved the feel of her skin against mine, especially when we were both soapy. I loved how she scrubbed me all over. I loved when she’d wrap me up in a big fluffy towel when we were done. It wasn’t anything sexual, it was just the wonderful sensations that I enjoyed. I can’t remember exactly how old I was when that ritual stopped, but I remember the day it happened. My mom had just finished scrubbing me and I wanted to return the favor. I took the soap and started soaping my mom up. She’d already explained to me about breasts, and how all women had them, different sizes, that they were for feeding babies, etc., but I had never really taken a look between her legs until that day. As I scrubbed her, I asked her how come she didn’t have what I had. She explained that women had different things than men. As I kept washing her down there, she moaned a little, then grabbed my arm and said, “I think it’s clean enough.” I finished with the rest of her body, not realizing that anything had happened. When we got out and were watching tv while drying off, my mom told me that she thought I was old enough to start taking showers…by myself. I was kind of sad that I wouldn’t get to take any more baths with my mom, but I was also excited by the prospect of taking showers, just like big people, that I didn’t put up a big fight. That was years ago, though, and I only remember it because that was the first time I touched my mom’s pussy.
The real story begins several years later. As I said, it was just me and my mom. My mom thought that since I didn’t have a father, she should be available to me at all times, so she worked from home as a telemarketer. I don’t ever remember my mom going to any great lengths to hide her body from me. Modesty was practically unheard of at my house, so it wasn’t rare for me to see her naked coming out of the shower or changing clothes. In the mornings, she’d come out wearing a terrycloth robe as often as she’d come out in a short silk robe. When I started jerking off around 12, I started looking forward to the days when she would wear the short silk ones. Most of them weren’t much longer than long shirts, and she wouldn’t bother tying them too tightly, which would give me fleeting glimpses of her breasts. At that age, I was looking anywhere and everywhere for masturbation material, and it was countless nights that I would jerk off picturing my mom’s legs, or her breasts, or her ass as I stroked myself to orgasm. On one of her silk days, I got up the nerve to tell her how great her legs looked, she blushed and thanked me, and started wearing the short silk ones most of the time. We were always very touchy-feely, spending nights at home laying on each other on the couch while we watched tv. It was only in the morning that she would wear a robe, most of the time she’d walk around the house in a t-shirt and panties. Don’t think that didn’t have an effect on me. My masturbation fantasies were fueled with visions of her long legs and pretty feet.
One night, as we were on the couch, my mother asked if I would rub her feet, as she’d been out shopping all day and they were sore. Any excuse to get my hands on her was ok by me, so I agreed. We were on opposite ends of the couch, she had her feet in my lap. I took special care, making sure I did a good job, and realized that I really liked rubbing her feet. I liked seeing the wrinkles form around my thumbs as I kneaded the soles of her feet. I loved the soft silkiness of the top of her feet as I gently rubbed the backs of fingers across them. I loved the way her toes wiggled in my hands when I accidentally tickled her. I had an instant foot fetish, not to mention a hard on. From that night on, I was constantly asking her if I could rub her feet. Like most people, my mom wasn’t going to say no to a foot rub, so most nights, I had her feet in my lap, and I imagined what it would be like to have those toes wiggling in my mouth while I masturbated. It didn’t take me long to realize that if I maneuvered things just right, my mom’s legs would be spread, and I’d get to see her panties. I already knew, from the glimpses her robes would allow, that she mostly wore thongs, but I didn’t realize what kind of a view of her pussy that would give me. There were a lot of nights where I couldn’t even begin to tell you what was on because I was entranced by the view of the material seeming to come out from her between her butt cheeks, pressed up tightly against her mound. Sometimes, one of her lips would work it’s way out of her panties, and I’d just stare. She was very good to me about it, and would casually readjust her panties when she noticed me staring. Whenever she readjusted, she’d have a ghost of a smile on her lips, and I’d have jerk off material for later. I also took to kissing the soles of her feet as a signal that I’d finished rubbing them. I loved feeling the soles of her feet on my face, the slight smell of soap and sweat was intoxicating. I’d remember that smell while I stroked up and down my cock at night. I got bolder and bolder with her, my one kiss on each sole turning into several kisses up and down the soles of her feet. Several kisses on her soles became several kisses on both sides of her feet. That progressed to kissing each of her toes. Those kisses progressed to sucking. And it was about two months after the first foot rub that I was spending more time sucking on her toes than I did rubbing her feet. If I had to guess, I’d say the reason she didn’t stop me was because it felt good. If you’ve never had your toes sucked…it’s like that saying, if you don’t know, don’t bother to ask. I dirtied lots of underwear several times a night thinking of the way her toes moved in my mouth.
It was after one such session, as I was laying in bed that I heard a strange noise coming from my mom’s bedroom. It was a buzzing sound, and a low moaning. I’d been jerking off in the dark for about an hour and half. My mom’s toes had been wrinkly when I finally removed them from my mouth and we went to bed and that was one of the visual images I was using as I masturbated again and again. I’d been laying there, almost drifting off when I heard it. I debated whether or not to check it out, and when it didn’t stop, I decided to see what was up. I pulled my underwear up, pulling it up high so I could wipe off any cum that I’d missed with my fingers on my stomach. I’d never been brought up to knock on doors when at home, so when I reached her door, I just opened it wide. The sight took my breath away. Like me, she had the tv on, hers was also muted, it’s glow revealing to me her naked body, nipples hard, legs spread, hands working a vibe in and out of her pussy. From my own experiences, I could tell she was probably close to cumming, that’s probably why she didn’t remove the vibrator from her pussy. She just closed her legs, blocking my view of that pink plastic cock protruding from her pussy, sat up some, and asked me if I needed something. I told her that I’d heard a noise and was just checking it out. She said it was nothing and asked me to please go back to bed. I saw her glance at the obvious bulge in my underwear and the ghost of a smile appeared on her face. I stuttered out an “ok” and closed the door. I stood right outside her bedroom and listened to her. I could tell she was struggling not to scream, and could hear her hissing “oh shit, oh god, oh shit.” I didn’t go back to my room until I heard the vibrator being turned off. I could take my underwear off fast enough, they were completely off by the time I got back in bed, and I didn’t waste any time before I started jerking off again. That moment when I first opened the door was frozen in my mind, the way her legs were spread, the look on her face, the wetness on the vibrator. It was all too much and I came almost immediately.
I had just started stroking again, those images would not leave my mind, when my mother came into the room. I was frozen in place. I couldn’t cover up, my sheet was under me, I couldn’t pull my underwear up, I’d taken them completely off, and, for some unknown reason, I couldn’t let go of my cock. She was silhouetted against the hall light, and I noticed she’d put on one of her terrycloth robes. I saw her pause when she saw what I was doing. She seemed about to leave, then took a steadying breath, and walked over to my bed. Her eyes kept flicking to my hand wrapped around my cock, pulsating. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled sheepishly.
“Looks like we’re both human.” She said as she glanced down at my hand around my cock again. “Sweetheart, we don’t need to be embarrassed about this. Everyone does it and it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” With that, she patted my stomach, inadvertently putting her fingers in a small puddle of my cum, one I’d made thinking about her fucking herself. She said “I’ll let you get back to what you’re doing,” and stood up. She rubbed her fingers together, and I saw her stick them in her mouth as she walked out of my room. She didn’t bother closing my door, nor did she close her door as she let the robe fall from her shoulders, letting me see that she was still naked. She laid down in bed, reached into her nightstand and pulled out her vibrator again. I started stroking myself again as I watched her suck on the vibrator to get it wet, and then slide it into herself. We watched each other while we masturbated, I came before her but didn’t stop stroking until she’d come too. Then, she turned off her tv, I turned off mine and we went to bed.
I don’t think either one of us ever closed those doors again. We would go to our separate bedrooms after I was done sucking on her toes, then we’d masturbate while watching each other. Usually, I’d get naked first and lay on top of the covers. I’d picture her feet and what I’d done to them that day while I started stroking myself. I was usually already hard from having her feet in mouth and it wasn’t long before I was moaning. Then she’d start playing with her nipples. Taking them between her fingers and pulling. She’d sometimes point the nipple up to her mouth and suck on it, all the while watching me stroke my fat cock. She didn’t always use her vibrator. Sometimes she stick her fingers in her mouth, make them very wet, the saliva dripping off them, then start rubbing her clit. She continue to play with her breasts with one hand while she rubbed her clit with the other. She’d roll the nipples between her fingers, then back to her mouth so she could suck on them, her hand a blur between her legs. She’d spread her legs wide when she was getting ready to cum, to show me that she was a squirter. She’d sometimes put her other hand between her legs while she squirted, her fingers getting soaked, then bring the hand back to her breasts. Slathering her nipples with her pussy juice, then sucking it off. It was no less exciting when she used her vibrator. She’d use both hands to work it in and out of her pussy. Fucking herself mercilessly while she watched my hand move up and down my cock. She’d always make sure to suck on it for a few minutes, make it nice and wet before she stuck it inside herself. After she came, no longer bothering to stifle her screams, she’d always clean it off with her mouth. It’d be dripping with her pussy juices every time she took it out, and she savored every drop. We watched each other every night. When I saw that she had no problem licking her own pussy juices, and remembering how she’d sucked my cum off her fingers that first night, I wasn’t embarrassed having her watch me scoop up my cum and eat it afterwards. I think it turned her on. Every night we’d go to bed, like any other mother and son, and every night we’d become each other’s masturbation partners. We only did that for a few months before our relationship progressed, but that will have to wait for part 2.

Read 223058 times |
Rated 87.1 % |
(915 votes)

Vote list (Close) :nice nylons
: POSITIVEJerome45a1
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

My downward spiral to a becoming a slut.

This story is very long and will take time to build the setting before it gets to the erotic part so if you’re just looking for a quick thrill you may want to put this one off till you have time for a long read. But I do promise the perversion will continue to build as the story does. Hope you like.

My Niece Mary Jane , Part 5 Sunday night on the deck

It was suggested that I get the Bar-B-Q going so that we could have something quick, but simple, my wife informed me that she was going to care for Mary Jane’s little red bum and that I should open up a bottle of wine. Perhaps a half hour, maybe forty five minutes later, I can only guess, as I was on my third glass of wine, and was flipping burgers. Both girls arrived back on the outside patio deck covered only by the thin gown they had worn much earlier that morning. While we tackled our food, we partook in small talk, the topics ranging from everything to everything, but avoiding any mention of sex or the games we had been playing. It was reminiscent of the meals we had had together at any time in the past, when Mary Jane was visiting with her Aunt and Uncle.
The girls picked up afterwards, leaving me sitting alone on the deck, enjoying the sunset of what had been a very pleasant Sunday. I must have dozed off, for the next thing I knew , I was hearing Mary Jane calling my name “ Uncle Bobby, Uncle Bobby Auntie wants to know if you would like to have a glass of Port and one of your cigars to finish the day off” . Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I was greeted with the view of my lovely niece standing in front of me her gown untied, hanging almost completely open on her young naked body. I drew a deep breath, inhaling the sweet aroma of a freshly washed body as I tried to fathom if I was dreaming or not. Then my wonderful niece leaned forward and touched me gently, her two breasts slipping from the covering of the gown, almost dropping out into my lap, I knew then I was not dreaming.
Mary Jane repeated “ Uncle Bobby , Auntie wants to know if you would like a glass of Port and one of your cigars served to you out here on the deck ” as she closed in on me and placed a kiss on my forehead, enveloping my face with her freshly washed, golden locks of hair. Coming to my senses I responded in the affirmative, indicating that I thought that would be a wonderful way to finish the day off, my mind thinking however, if I could only get it up I could pull her naked body down and split her in two as I screwed her royally. I did however raise my hand to grab hold of her hanging tits, but before I made contact, Mary Jane moved. She placed her hands under my chin and brought our mouths together, she mashed her soft lips against mine and slipped her tongue into my mouth. The sensation was just ecstatic, for a moment she flicked the tip of her tongue against mine, then she broke off, straightened her body and told me she would be back.
My heart was pounding, my cock was throbbing, and I was left gasping for breath, watching her walk away and disappear into the house. It was perhaps fifteen minutes later, enough time to have allowed me to calm down and have my body functions resume their natural order, when both girls came back out on to the deck. They were still wearing the little gowns; neither of them had bothered to tie it closed, so there was a large quantity of flesh exposed as they strolled around. My wife was carrying the bottle of Port, with three glasses, Mary Jane appeared to be holding the large table lighter, so I assumed she had the cigar. I watched as they walked, well it looked like they were strutting on a cat walk, pretending to be models, I guess, any way they worked their bodies to the best of their abilities, keeping my attention fixed on their movements.
My wife placed the glasses on the table and poured a good serving of my favourite port into the three of them. She took the cigar from Mary Jane and proceeded to clip the end with the utmost of exoticism as she could possibly muster. I cringed , thinking just how dangerous she might be if she got the cigar cutter close to my manhood. Suddenly a humorous thought came to mind; after all I was circumcised, as I visualized a bunch of women doctors undertaking the task of clipping a newborn male, using this particular device. My wife must have assumed I was smiling as a result of her actions rather than my thoughts for she immediately added a bit more flair in her actions. Once the cigar had been trimmed, she wet it between her lips, then reached out and passed it over Mary Jane’s lips. My wife then put it to her mouth as Mary Jane, brought the lighter up and struck it open. I watched as my wife delicately pulled on the cigar, bringing it to life with a hot red ember at the opposite end. She lifted her head and allowed the inhaled smoke to flow out of her mouth in almost perfectly formed circles.
Once my wife was satisfied the cigar was drawing properly, she again reached over to Mary Jane, she slipped the gown from Mary Jane’s shoulders, allowing it to fall to the deck, baring her completely. She placed a glass of Port Mary Jane’s hand, and then let her own gown slip from her shoulders to the deck. Both naked nymphs then moved over to me, Mary Jane handing me the glass of Port, my wife bending to place a kiss on my lips, at the same time exhaling her drawn smoke into my mouth. Once she withdrew I was handed the burning cigar and kissed on the head. My naked girls then retrieved a glass filled with dark red port and retreated to the small deck swing and settled themselves, comfortably, Mary Jane stretched side ways, and her head coming to rest on my wife chest.
The three of us sat there not saying a word, but enjoying the evening sunset in the best of ways. While I sipped on my Port , drawing sweet tobacco fumes from my cigar, I watched these two naked girls , my wife constantly, lovingly I guess you would say stroking her niece. She had begun delicately her fingers slipping through those beautiful long golden stands of hair, and then had moved to caress Mary Jane’s shoulders, allowing her long feminine fingers to roam over the top of her chest. In the silence of the evening I was sure that I could tell the difference in Mary Jane’s breathing pattern, as my wife allowed her roaming fingers to descend down over the two lovely firm breasts. There was no doubting the emission of a sharp gasp on Mary Jane’s part, when my wife fingers glided over her taught nipples.
It is with regret that I am having difficulty trying to put this erotic scene into hard copy, written words. I was treated to the most erotic interaction that I had ever witnessed. This beautiful young lady like creature stretched out before me, lying prone on the naked body of a more mature naked female. The more mature hands gliding over the upper potion of her body, down over the soft coating of fuzzy blond hairs on her arms, slipping around and under the globe of her soft mounds, running up and over her now protruding nipples. The hands roamed over her chest up and around her neck, back down on to her shoulders and thence along her arms. My wife bent her head placing gently kisses all over her face, coming to rest on her soft lips, where they lingered in a strong embrace.
The young body responding, jerking, arching upwards to meet the caressing hands, the neck stretched as her face sought the multitude of kisses. The one leg set on the deck pushing down, forcing the couple in the swing to rock gently back and forth. I watched trying hard to imagine that I was one of those mature female hands, my long slim fingers, touching all this hot flesh, squeezing, pinching, manipulating, in an attempt to draw as much passion from the young body as possible. I drew slowly on my cigar, inhaling the aroma of the tobacco, savoring it a few minutes, and then exhaling as I continued to watch my wife play with her girl toy.
My cock was now straining at my pants, tenting them upwards, as it increased in size. I watched as the hands moved lower down on to Mary Jane’s body, rotating over her stomach, hesitating at where I guessed was her cute little belly button. Then the hands moved back up and over her tits, creating the same pattern as before. These actions were repeated several times, finally causing Mary Jane to lift her right leg high and drape her foot over the back of the swing seat opening her nether regions to conquest. The movement was not lost on my wife, as she followed , moving her right arm down over Mary Jane’s stomach, and continued pushing down between those lovely muscular thighs.
My wife however did not tardy there, she retreated from that wonderful place, moving back up, continuing to follow the pattern she had set at the beginning. I was sure I heard Mary Jane utter words of despair, but I was not close enough to be sure. She did however raise her head seeking contact with my wife’s mouth. Once the contact was made, I noticed that she moved her left leg as far as she could, spreading herself as wide as the sitting arrangement would permit, most likely in anticipation of my wife’s next forage.
I had not quite finished my glass of port nor had I noticed that the girl’s glasses lay at their feet empty on the deck, but indeed it seemed that they had downed theirs much quicker than I. This perhaps had given them a buzz that was allowing them to perform such a sensuous scene in front of me. The deck lights had come on illuminating their activity in such a way that either of the next door neighbours would have a striking view if they decided to take the time to look over our way.
Mary Jane still not having managed to have my wife to comply with her desire adjusted her body just ever so, allowing her to turn her head to bring one of my wife’s tits to her mouth so that she could suckle it. It was easy to tell that Mary Jane had scored a point, for my wife let out a yelp and flexed her own body. She then conceded and slipped her hand down from Mary Jane’s breast, over her stomach, leaving it to find a position between her legs. I assumed that my wife began stroking Mary Jane’ bare sex, as I could see her jerking her bottom in nice slow movements. My wife appeared to reach further in to the folds of Mary Jane’s thighs, seemingly reaching to touch Mary Jane’s sensitive back hole which caused her body to stiffen immediately.
The gentle stroking, or what I believed was gentle stroking continued for some time, my wife alternating the distance that she moved her hand, suggesting that she was caressing both of Mary Jane’s holes with equal tenderness. In the mean time my wife’s left hand continued to play with Mary Jane’s tits, covering both of them in the absence of her right hand. Mary Jane appeared to be searching for milk, judging the manner in which she was concentrating on my wife breast. How long they provided me with such a delicious display, I do not know, but usually I can enjoy one of my cigars for up to an hour, before I get down to that last quarter inch. I had not quite arrived at that point when suddenly Mary Jane moved both of her legs, bending them back right up to her chest, squeezing her breasts close to her body. My wife’s arm was seized between Mary Jane’s thighs, held in position while she bucked wildly, letting go of my wife’s tits and screaming all kinds of words without a care as to how loud her vocalization actually was.
It was at this point that I spurted into my pants, sending my cum seeping into the material to create a very large tell tale wet spot. I had just taken the last puff on my cigar, the timing could not have been better if it had been planned, after all , all good things do come to an end. I just let my body go and sunk comfortably into the deck chair, while I watched Mary Jane climax, it was an amazing final?o the day’s events. Finally she lowered her legs back down in a more normal position, allowing my wife to get her arm back. Once this happened my wife eased Mary Jane from her body and laid her out on the swing alone to recuperate. She wandered over to me and offering me the fingers of the hand that had been used to bring Mary Jane off. Inhaling the sweet scent of the young nymph, I took my wife fingers and licked them clean.
My wife then told me that was all I was going to get tonight, it was high time I turned in anyway as I had to go to work. Then to my anguish she informed me that since Mary Jane had no classes the next day, she would be staying over and they would be sleeping together so I should not expect company in bed. I started to object, to complain, to whine and whimper , telling my wife I could call in sick , telling her I wanted to have a part in their games, but she was adamant, I was to go to bed alone.
As I was still a bit agitated I spent a bit more time in the shower, making certain that all my body parts were squeaky clean in case the girls changed their minds. It took a long time to fall asleep, my mind kept wondering what if any activity was taking place out on the deck, or in the guestroom where no doubt the girls were going to sleep, if they were going to sleep. I cannot now recall the dreams I may have had that night, but if they were any thing like the scenes that had occurred over the weekend , I would say I dreamt fairly well. I do not recall much after hitting the bed but I do remember being rudely awaken.

Read 12921 times |
Rated 87.1 % |
(31 votes)

Vote list (Close) :dirtydan38
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

Casey’s Introduction

This story involves young children experimenting with each other. It is meant to demonstrate the innocence, immaturity, and lack of understanding of youth, while creating a background for the character Casey that I’m planning to use in another story. I’m sure some people will interpret it differently, and to each their own. I just wanted to make my intentions clear.