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Subject: {ASSM} Flirting with Exhibitionism and Incest (1)
Date: Mon, 15 May 2000 18:10:41 -0400
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Greetings --
A few days ago, I posted this account to a smaller discussion
group. After a great deal of positive feedback, I've decided to post
the story to the newsgroup.
Please, no flames, spammers, or re-prints. I would, however, welcome
any comments about the story, or your own similar tales. Since this is
a realistic account, it builds slowly from post to post. The entire
work may be too tame for many. If so, just move on.
Thanks for listening! Enjoy!
Tony
tonyreeno@yahoo.com
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Flirting with Exhibitionism and Incest (1)
Hi there --
I would love to see some more extensive discussion take place on these
lists. I think they have a lot of potential. Let's try to crank out
some good stories -- real or made-up -- or post some of your favorite
stories that you have in your collections.
In a show of good faith, I will get the ball rolling by looking back
about ten years, to the time when I still lived at home while making my
way through college. I'm a school teacher now, but at the time, I
worked late nights at a convenience store.
Before I go on, let me just make one disclaimer: my story is based on
actual events, so there is no explosive sex to be found here. To be
honest, I didn't even know whether to post it in these groups or in a
group which discusses exhibitionism. In the end, I believe this is a
story which begins as an honest enjoyment of nudism, begins to slide
into exhibitionism, has a touch of voyeurism (on the part of my mother),
and then dabbles in incestuous themes. If you feel this is wasting your
time, then just click out and read no further. If I get no feedback,
I'll cut it off here and assume you weren't interested. If I get some
positive response, I'll continue the story, since I have a lot to tell.
I've always enjoyed being nude and, while it wasn't practiced openly in
my house, I wasn't stopped from doing what I wanted in the privacy of my
room -- or even when certain parties were present.
My mom especially grew more open with my casual nudity as time went on.
To repeat, I'm one of those folks who came from a home where casual
nudity was most definitely NOT practiced as a rule. However, ever since
I was pretty young, I felt compelled to strip off whenever the
opportunity arose. When I happened to have the house to myself, off
came the clothes. I think there were the first stirrings of adolescent
eroticism initially associated with these nude periods, but eventually,
what took precedence over anything else was the comfort and freedom that
arose from being completely naked around the house.
Somehow or another, I managed to avoid being caught by the rest of the
family (father, mother and younger sister) until my late teens. One
morning, I thought I had the house to myself and sauntered into the
kitchen in the nude, only to find mom coming into the room from the
other door. We both froze and then I said, "Sorry!" and was about to
turn tail (literally!) and run, when she stopped me and told me it was
okay. She asked what I was up to. I told her I was just grabbing toast
and juice for breakfast and she said, "Fine, go ahead."
This incident completely blew me away: my mother had always seemed
extremely conservative to me. However, here she was practicing
tolerance, of all things. I was still pretty embarrassed, so I hurried
through my routine and left, promising it wouldn't happen again.
And it didn't. At least not for another few years. Because I decided
to go to a local university, I stayed home to save on bills. I worked
graveyard shift at the convenience store, went to school in the morning,
crashed through the afternoon and woke up early evenings to start the
routine again. One morning, an off-morning for me in terms of not
having to rush off to school, I couldn't sleep, so I got up and
decided to get my studying out of the way, then try to crash again. I'd
forgotten my cigarettes in the family room (I know: a filthy habit),
so, completely nude, I strolled out of my room and once again, my mom's
part-time receptionist job had pulled a switch and she ended up being
home on this morning. If she'd had the TV on, I would have been
alerted, but she was curled up on the couch, reading a book.
In I strolled and the first thing out of my mouth was "Sorry!" and the
first thing out of hers, was "Deja vu! Flashback two or three years!"
She cracked a lopsided smile. "Didn't we go through this before?"
We laughed about it and I grabbed my ciggies and started to leave. I
told her I'd be more careful. The next thing she said surprised me once
again: "Listen, I know you like to be naked in your room, Tony, and to
be
honest, I don't care what you do or don't wear around me. Just watch
yourself around Lisa [my little sis] and don't you dare let your dad
catch you streaking around the place."
Well, I certainly didn't abuse the privilege after that incident, but I
was definitely more casual about walking around the house in the buff
when it was just mom and me at home. And because the ice had been
broken, I noted that mom was also more casual about coming into my room
to "sit and visit" with me during the day, if I happened to be home. I
even noticed
that when she left my room on these occasions, she'd leave my bedroom
door open. I didn't want to make mom feel uncomfortable in any way, so
I still tried to stick close to my room, but she let me know that
my nudism was really okay with her with her visits to my room; and by
inviting me into the family room to watch a TV program we were both
going to watch in separate rooms, etc. Once, I donned my jogging
shorts, but when she asked me why I bothered, I got the hint. A few
afternoons later, we were going to watch a movie on cable together and I
strolled into the living room stark naked and lay face down on the
couch. I eventually turned over and watched the whole movie nude and
she wasn't fazed by it, so that was the last time I covered up for her
when we were alone at home.
Well, I've rambled on enough for this go-round. Let me know if you want
me to continue the story. You can also write me directly, if you wish.
Good wishes. . .
Tony
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