1. FLIRTING WITH EXHIBITIONISM AND i****t


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: hard_for_yu, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    exactly when to stop her ministrations and when to start them again. 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 warm 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 our &#034blankie.&#034 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 put an entirely new spin on matters. CHAPTER SIX The semester progressed. At school, Carla and I got closer to the end of another successful term. At home, we continued to have incredibly torrid sex. At the time, I lived in a part of the country where it never got too cold in the winter, and even if it had, the house was kept nice and toasty, thanks to central heating. One night, before the evening temps got too brisk, I remember Carla and I had just made love when she suggested we go outside and join my mother in the back patio, and so we did. Carla wore one of my many black T-shirts that fit her like a daring mini-skirt. I ...
    stepped outside completely naked, as I had once before in the summer, with my mother for company. Mom was out there already and the three of us sat around, Carla and Mother in lounge chairs, I on one of the patio benches near the wooden picnic table. The three of us engaged in casual conversation. I'll confess that the breeze was laced with a hint of autumn chill, but I pretended not to notice. I was too busy enjoying myself, pretending that it was the most natural thing in the world to be sitting outside in the twilight while wearing my birthday suit, talking to my girlfriend and mother. My home exposure continued, with and without Carla. That's what it had become too, more than comfort: exposure. I remember actually finding excuses to walk out and be naked in my mom's presence. And I was now constantly cupping and clutching myself around her. She took it all in stride. More than that, she was enjoying the show. This is a certainty. It grew obvious. If I didn't seek her out, she made it a point to come and find me. My mother's eagerness only pushed me further. Every now and then, while watching a show on television, I'd groan at the appearance of a hottie and openly run my hands over my penis and testicles. On one occasion, a woman appeared in a g-string and I muttered an &#034Oh my God!&#034 and cupped myself more overtly than ever before, way down near my balls. This thickened my penis and pointed it, fat and semi-erect, toward my mother. She giggled and, never taking her eyes ...
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