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Subject: {ASSM} Flirting with Exhibtitionism and Incest (2)
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Flirting with Exhibitionism and Incest (2)
Hi --
Thanks for the positive feedback. Please continue to send me your
comments and your own stories. I appreciate them and try to answer all
queries. Once again, a quick warning: this may be pretty mild for
some of you. If so, move on. Please: no spammers or re-posts.
As time went on and my nudity around my mother became more common when
my sis and dad weren't around, I started to notice that mom would seem
to seek me out more often and go out of her way to let me know I didn't
have to "live like a hermit" (as she put it) in my room, just because I
wanted to enjoy being nude.
As I stated in my first post, little by little, I got over my
apprehensiveness and began to take her up on her offers to watch TV with
her while in the nude, or just join her for afternoon "chats" if she
happened to be home. Because I was nude around the house, the bathroom
became another place for us to "sit and visit," especially on those days
when I opted to take a bath instead of a shower. On the afternoons when
she happened to be home, she seldom failed to come around and ask me,
"Bath or shower?" and if I replied with "Bath," she began to draw my
bath for me. Then she would join me in the bathroom while I scrubbed
down. She'd sit on the toilet or the sink counter and we'd chatter
away.
It was around this time, about two or three months into my full nudity
around her, that I began to wonder if my mom was being tolerant of my
nudity simply because she wanted me to feel comfortable around the
house. I began to suspect that she might be getting a thrill out of my
exhibitions. As I said, we never crossed overt incest boundaries, but
slowly but surely, some sexual innuendo and veiled eroticism began to
creep into our relationship.
(Of course, the fact that my mother was (and is) a goodlooking woman
didn't hurt things, either. She's tall and voluptuously built. She
isn't fat in the least, but she'll never be mistaken for an anorexic
super-model. Mom's a redhead, with a good 36D chest, flaring hips and
very round buttocks. The classic Coca-Cola bottle figure comes to mind
when I'm looking for a quick description.)
Again, overt boundaries weren't transgressed, but we certainly began to
move into new and questionable territory. For example, one day when my
mom drew my bath, I was in my room, furiously typing away at a term
paper that was due. Mom came up behind me and rubbed my shoulders and
told me I better hurry or my bath water was going to get cold. I leaned
back and told her her shoulder massage felt great after a couple of
hours of typing. When I muttered that maybe I was too lazy to bathe
after all, she came around to face me, took my hands, pulled me out of
the chair and told me to quit being a baby and march into the bathroom.
I jested with her and asked if she wanted to bathe me and she said that
she'd done enough of that when I was a kid. We shared a laugh, but as I
passed her, she swatted me on my bare left buttock. That surprised me.
Up to now, she'd seldom touched me while I was nude. I half turned and
joked to her, "You missed one." She quickly caught up to me and swatted
my right butt cheek, open palmed. "Not anymore," she said, following me
into the bathroom, where she took up her usual place on the counter
while I bathed.
About a week later, I was back in the bathroom and bathing again. Mom
had started out sitting on the toilet, but had eventually gotten up and
perched on the bathroom countertop. More and more, this was her
preferred spot. I wondered if it was because she had a total view of me
in the bathtub from that vantage point.
On this day, the water was a little warmer than usual and it actually
made my circumcised penis grow to a semi-hard state. I became just a
little self-conscious by it, but it was below the surface of the water.
Still, when I moved around a couple of times, its thick round tip and
several inches bobbed into view, then sank, then did it again. Mom
giggled. I asked what was so funny. She then she shocked the hell out
of me by asking if there was a submarine in the tub with me. I asked
her what she meant, and she said she thought she detected a periscope.
I must've blushed crimson! In the past, mother had never mentioned any
specific part of my nude body when she was around me. This was crossing
a new boundary. I tried to get over my embarrassment by making light of
the situation and forcing myself to play along with her. I slouched a
bit lower in the tub and my half-hard erection bobbed high above the
water line and I said, "Up periscope! Mom, you're right! There IS a
sub in here with me!" We both died laughing and I was surprised once
again when mom asked me -- several times -- to do it again, please, just
one more time. I finally complied. In retrospect, I think that was the
first time (but not the last) that I got an erotic charge out of being
totally naked in front of my mother, and it was mainly her comments that
did it. I remember actually grabbing my penis at the base, near my
balls, and giving it a good squeeze underneath the soapy water. Still
gripping it tightly, it grew thicker but not fully erect, and then I
slouched even lower in the tub, lifted my penis almost completely above
the water mark and yelled "Up periscope!" then left it exposed for a
good five seconds, moving it around a bit before splashing it back out
of sight. That did it. Neither mom or I could stop our giggles after
that, and from then on, "periscope" became a running joke word between
us that was guarranteed to send us into hysterics at the weirdest times.
Thanks again for the encouragement. I can go on, if you're still
interested.
Tony
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