Message-ID: <24444asstr$959940614@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: tonyreeno@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8h7e2s$e8$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Fri Jun 02 04:44:14 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Flirting with Exhibitionism and Incest (5) Date: Fri, 2 Jun 2000 06:10:14 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/24444> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates Flirting with Exhibitionism and Incest (5) Greetings -- Here's another installment of my ongoing nude autobiography. :) As you can tell from the last post, things had begun to progress from the tame and erotic to the much more highly charged sexuality that Carla and I came to enjoy. The incident in which Carla gave me a blow job and masturbated herself literally around the corner from my mother fueled all kinds of perverse fires within and between us. Watching afternoon and evening TV with Mom became a fairly regular past-time that fall. I used to do it before, naked and with Mom that summer, but Carla added a new dimension to the fun that fall as her presence around my house became more and more frequent. I still liked to lounge around nude with both Mom and Carla present, but the more we did it, the more I was surprised by Carla's unabashed, daredevil, vivacious nature. She loved to push the envelope, even more than I did at times (this will grow even more clear if I write my follow-up series to "Flirting with Exhibitionism and Incest," which focuses on my apartment life with Carla. That story details Carla's slow and steady slide into a kind of depravity that eclipsed my own and our incredibly wild sexual fun and eventual split as a result of her literally insatiable, lust-crazed nature; if I continue to get positive feedback on this story and if I get requests for Carla's story, I'll certainly hammer it down eventually). I'll give you an example that will underscore the kind of eye-opening behavior Carla engaged in around me and my mother. In many ways, her antics made my nudity seem tame. I know that's an incredible statement, but you judge for yourself. I remember one night when we were watching the tube. Carla and I were on the couch and mom was in her favorite lounge chair, legs stretched out on the ottoman in front of her. I was nude, Carla was in a short black T-shirt that she'd borrowed from me after another one of our sex-romps, and Mom was in a nightgown and robe. The lights were out in the living room, but enough light shone from the TV to splash us all in its swirl of ever-changing hues. During a commercial break, Carla and my mother started to talk about some aspect of the show we were watching. As they did, Carla ran her hand lazily and non-challantly up and down my thigh. Little by little, her pretty red finger-nail-polished hand came closer and closer to my flaccid member, lying lazily on my upper thigh. Finally, her fingers made contact with my phallus and Carla cupped it gingerly and wiggled it back and forth, back and forth, never missing a single word of the sentence she was vocalizing. I was amazed. My mother didn't seem to take notice, but in retrospect, I'm sure that she did because she seemed to love to stare at me when I was in the nude (which was most of the time, as long as my father was away on his once-weekly out of town trips, and my sister made herself scarce). Carla treated my phallus like a conversation piece she'd idly picked up off a coffee table and absent-mindedly fumbled in the course of a quiet evening. She pretended it was the most natural thing in the world to be fondling me, moving her fingers up and down my now semi-hard shaft, entwining it in and out of her splayed fingers and jiggling it into a longer and thicker state, all this while holding a conversation with my mother who was just a few short feet away! Luckily, the show started again and my mother's eyes returned to the television. I tried to push Carla's hand away, but she just nudged me in the ribs and smirked at me. I eventually managed to push her away and settle myself down. Later, I tried to scold Carla and tell her she may have been taking things a bit too far, but she just brushed me off. When I tried to protest some more, she silenced me with her expert lips and tongue, not on my mouth, but on my penis. "You were saying," she mumbled between sucks, never completely letting my engorged phallus slip out of her mouth or off her lips. "I just think that sometimes --" But then I felt Carla's right hand cups my balls and her left one circle around my buttocks and suddenly a wet finger probed deeply into my anus and wiggled around even as Carla swallowed me deeper from the front, all the time gazing up at me with arched eyebrows and innocent light-blue eyes, her lips stretched snugly around my hardness. Well, that was the end of my protesting for awhile. Another more troubling incident occurred a few nights later. The night was chilly, even with the heat on (this may have been late October because we all decided to watch a horror movie that night), but I still liked the feeling of going around nude -- and yes, the feeling of exposing myself to Carla and Mom. Carla used the cool temps as the perfect excuse to drag a "blankie" (her term) from my bedroom and to the couch when we joined mom in the living room for another night of TV. She covered us up with it as we sprawled close to one another on the couch (Mom was in her usual lounger). It wasn't long before I felt Carla's exploring fingers all over my shaft, and, not surprisingly, it wasn't long before I started to grow around and between those fingers, springing out and away from Carla's hand from time to time. The lights were dim again and I didn't think there was much danger in allowing her to fondle me under the quilt, but then I saw the undulations her fingers were making on the blanket's surface and the way it tented up occasionally, and I knew that if my mother glanced over, she would know exactly what my girlfriend was doing to me underneath the blanket. I quickly readusted the blanket and, as best I could, covered up the movements produced by Carla's fingers. Needless to say, she kept me in a state of perpetual anxiety for the next couple of hours, pumping my phallus to hardness as she casually conversed with my mother or laughed or commented on the film, then easing off and allowing me to return to a semi-hard state, only to begin a furious pump-job that had me close to cumming within a minute. She was uncanny! She seemed to know when to stop her ministrations. And then, as the movie reached its climax, Carla made sure I reached mine, pumping with a passion until I jetted rope after rope of sperm all over my stomach and chest. She then proceeded to swab me down with it, all in the presence of my mother, all but a few of her actions concealed by Carla's "blankie." Of course, I don't think it would have mattered to Mother if we had decided to let the blanket drop and let her see the masturbation show. After all, it wasn't more than a week or two later that my mother caught me in the act -- literally -- of pleasuring myself and this time, there was no way to disguise my actions as playful gestures or anything else. I was caught with my hard-on in my hand, stroking away and just seconds away from bringing myself to orgasm. And that, dear readers, put an entirely new spin on matters. More tomorrow! 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