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


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

    softly, watching me pull my growing penis off my stomach and flop it idly in my hand. It was then that I knew I'd soon be in trouble if I didn't hide myself soon. So I casually got up and walked to my room. I shut my door, lay back on my bed, cupped myself again and started stroking away. Very soon, my member grew harder in my hand and I reached down with my other hand and cupped my balls and stroked in earnest and continued to do so until I heard the knock on my door. &#034Yes?&#034 &#034It's me.&#034 Mom. &#034Can I come in?&#034 Silence. I didn't know what to do or say. Unlike the time she had caught me, however, I didn't feel myself start to shrink. I actually got a thrill from knowing that only a door separated my mother from gazing upon my now fully erect phallus, my hand clenched around its thickness, my other hand lower still, one wet finger working its way into my anus. I started stroking again. &#034I'm a little -- busy right now, Mom.&#034 I heard my voice tremble from my motions and excitement. &#034I think I know what you're doing.&#034 And with that, she opened the door. I froze as she entered the room and approached the bed, pink washcloth in her hand. &#034I brought you something,&#034 she said. &#034I thought this would make for an easier clean-up.&#034 Once again, silence filled the bedroom. Then she spoke one word: &#034Continue.&#034 And I did. I started working my erection again, then slouched lower and made sure she could see my own finger sinking ...
    deeper into my asshole. &#034You knew exactly what I was coming in here to do, right?&#034 Mother's eyes were riveted to my groin area. &#034I knew, and I came in here because -- I'm doing this because I hate closed doors between us anymore, Tony. Hate them.&#034 She sat on the bed and this time our eyes locked. &#034I want you to be comfortable to do whatever you want around me. Please.&#034 I could have called her bluff then. I could have said that there was now definitely more than an accommodating motive for my mother's behavior. I could have pointed out that the same held true for my own growing exposure around her, that it was more than simply my wanting to be comfortable that made me spend so much time around her in the buff. But I didn't. I knew that she didn't really mean to overlook the truth. I think she was simply articulating that which she believed to be the truth, the only part of the current situation to which she would allow herself to admit. I knew better, but I reflected on the incredible sexual titillation I was enjoying by having her as an audience the past few months. If my mother wanted to justify her own voyeuristic desires with a bogus motive in order to ease her conscience, I decided that she was entitled to do so. What we were doing was, in many respects, harmless and highly erotically charged fun between consenting adults. At the same time, the taboo factor was also moving into the red zone. I decided to continue the fun and let it carry us to new highs ...
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