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FLIRTING WITH EXHIBITIONISM AND i****t
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: hard_for_yu, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
away from my slow squeezes, said she was going to tell Carla that I was being unfaithful with a bunch of electronic cuties. "She probably wouldn't care, Mom," I said. In fact, I told Carla about my increasingly crazy behavior and mounting desire to expose myself and she grew wild with lust at each of my stories. She also urged me to take things even further, to grab myself more frequently and overtly in front of my home audience. I seldom finished one of my stories, on the phone or in person, without Carla fingering herself urgently to orgasm. I suppose that given my hyperactive libido, what happened next was quite inevitable. As I recall, it was right around Christmas break because Carla and I had both wrapped up the fall semester, leaving us with even more time than usual to devote to our hedonistic diversions. Ah, youth. Even though Carla and I had just had a wonderful romp, I felt myself harden a few hours later, when she'd gone home. You'd think I hadn't had sex in days! I lay back on the bed and reached down and began to work on myself. It didn't take long before I had seven hard and thick inches to stroke. I could hear the distant sounds of the TV so I knew Mom was still up, but I was feeling too lazy and too horny to do anything about my open door. In fact, I was so engrossed in stroking away that I didn't hear my mother approaching my bedroom and didn't even see her until she was through the door! Mom stopped dead in her tracks and I stopped what I was ... doing in mid-stroke. I felt myself start to shrink as she backed up toward the door, stammered an "Excuse me," and left the room. For the next few days, we ignored the situation. Actually, we avoided each other. I think each of us didn't know how to react, given the circumstances. Once again, we had crossed a boundary -- the most overtly sexual boundary yet. In the past, it had all been implied. Not this time. My mother had seen me stroking away at myself, my objective: to achieve orgasm. Finally, on the third day of awkward silence, Mom knocked on the door and I covered up before letting her in. She raised an eyebrow at my shorts, then walked into the room. I asked her to sit on the bed and she did. "What's up?" I asked. "Don't play dumb," she said. "Give me credit for breaking the ice." "You're right." Silence filled the space between us. Finally, I continued. "About the other day: I'm sorry! I really am. I should've closed my door." "Maybe you should have," she sighed, "but you didn't and it's done and the way we've been behaving is silly." I nodded. "I agree completely." "I miss my buddy," she said, reaching over onto the bed and hugging me where I sat. I hugged her back. "Even though you spend a lot of time with Carla now, we've always found time to spend with each other, even with your girlfriend. I don't want us to remain confused about this or grow distant with each other, as a result of ...