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Of course, I haven't tried to relate every single incident that occurred in this wild ride. As I sit here winding this piece to its conclusion, myriad memories are rushing forward: I'm remembering countless other incidents that occurred in the course of day-to-day living and showing off. However, what is included in this memoir is more than sufficient, in my estimation. Instead of giving you an every-single-day chronicle, I've tried to highlight the most relevant incidents that together provide a clear chronicle of my movement from private nudism to full-blown exhibitionism to taboo territory.
After the incident on the couch, in which I openly masturbated in front of my mother and she actually encouraged my actions and finally helped me out with her foot ministrations, I became much bolder about fondling myself in front of her. At the same time, I remember egging myself on to be more brazen in my antics. But how, I thought. How much more exposed can one be if they're standing completely naked in front of their parent? Then, one late night it hit me: a way to up the exposure ante. I put it into practice the very next day.
That afternoon, Mom joined me in the bathroom as she so often did when nobody was around. This time, before getting into the bathtub, I moved around my mother and very casually lifted the toilet lid, grabbed my phallus near its base, and took a long piss in front of her. I think that Mom was shocked but she tried to appear nonchalant about it. After that, peeing in front of her became a great thrill.
I also took to regularly masturbating in the tub during my bath.
"You don't mind, do you?" I'd asked, while soaping up my lengthening hardness.
Mom would smile. "Need you ask?"
I noticed that Mom would get especially frustrated if my sister were around, which meant that she would have to stay out of the bathroom during my baths. This led to new heights of arousal with risk-taking.
One afternoon, I was running late for my shift and my sister was around. Mom came by my room and apologized for not being able to run my bath. I told her no problem, which it was very nice of her to do that a lot of the time, but I certainly didn't expect it. Then my mother peered down the hall and then back into my room and boldly asked me in a very soft voice: "Are you going to --" And she finished by cupping her fist and shaking it slowly up and down three or four times.
I shrugged. "I think so. I'm horny and I won't see Carla for a few days because of work and her commitments."
Mom literally pouted. "Can't you wait till tonight?"
"I guess so," I said.
A few minutes later, while sitting in the bathtub, I was shocked to see the door open softly. In stepped my mother, a lewd grin on her face.
"Mom," I hissed!
"What the hell?" I asked her about my sister.
"She's in her room," my mom said.
"But --"
"Don't worry about it," said Mom. "She's talking on the phone."
"She could hang up," I scolded her.
"You know how she is, Tony." Mom sat on the counter-top. "I just wanted to talk a bit before you left for work."
"To be honest, Mom," I said, beginning to stroke myself to erection, "I'm not much into talking right now."
She grinned and her face looked even more lusty and lewd. "Then I haven't missed the show?"
I laughed and waved my erection at her. "It's just starting."
I lay back in the tub and started stroking. Mom clicked on the radio that we kept sitting on a shelf above the toilet. Then she came and actually sat on the edge of the bathtub and then placed her bare feet in the water and proceeded to slide them over my erection.
"Press down hard," I told her. She trapped my phallus between her sole and my stomach. "Grind on it. Do some accelerator pumps."
"Tony! I'm going to hurt you!"
"You won't. Do it for me, Mom. Please. I need it."
And so she did. Her foot pushed down hard on my penis and made the head, which managed to stick out from beneath her toes, swell to an incredible bulbous shape. Below, my balls bulged, equally distended, thanks to my mother's treatments. Then, using the toes of her other foot, she massaged the head of my penis and its tip. I didn't take long for me to explode.
Then it happened, in the midst of my cum, my sister knocked on the door. With a shaky voice, I told her I'd be out soon. Lisa asked if I'd seen Mom. I said she was somewhere in the house. Mom grinned at that, her eyes saucer-round. My sis countered that she couldn't find her. I advised her to try the backyard and patio.
Rather than teach her to be more careful, the fact that we'd gotten away with such actions made my mother bolder. She started making it a habit of visiting me in the bathroom, whether my sister was home or not. And once while my father was home, out working in the yard. It became second nature for her to encourage me to masturbate, even when I hadn't intended to. If I told her I was seeing Carla later and wanted to behave until then, my mother would actually pout, and, because I was aroused by the fact that she was so turned on by my shows, I would eventually relent and pleasure myself, sometimes on my own, but more and more often, with Mom's help.
Because my mother was egging me on and exhibiting more daring behavior, I too caught on to her moods and grew equally more brazen. One late morning I came into the kitchen. Mother was pouring another cup of coffee, still dressed in one of her oversized sleep-shirts. When she turned around, there I stood, sporting a massive erection.
"Well!" Mother smiled, "Good morning to you, too!"
I shrugged. "It's a morning boner and it won't go down, Mom."
"It must've been hell to pee through it."
"Actually," I said, "I haven't been able to go yet."
Mom laughed, took my hand and led me out of the kitchen. As we walked, my rock hard member bounced before me. Once or twice it hit Mom on her bronze left thigh. She looked down and smiled and then did something that absolutely blew me away. She grabbed it and tugged it playfully! The next time my penis collided with her thigh, she repeated her gesture, but this time, she kept her handgrip around my erection and led me by the penis until we reached the bathroom off the main hallway. Once again, we had crossed a new line. In the past, my mother had touched my penis to help clean me up. This time, she seemed to be touching it for the sheer joy of touching it.
Once inside the bathroom, Mom released me, lifted the toilet lid for me and pointed at the commode. "It's not healthy holding it in," she said. "I mean the yellow stuff. Now just once, try controlling that libido and take your pee!"
That cracked me up and pretty soon I was in a semi-hard state, still long and very thick, but soft enough for me to let out a strong stream of piss that fizzed up the toilet.
"Wow! How much did you have to drink last night?" Mom muttered. She was staring down at my pissing member. I turned my head to look at her. This caused the last short bursts to miss the bowl.
Mom playfully spanked my buttocks, "Men!"
"Sor-ee!" I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and was about to clean up the bowl when Mom took the paper out of my hands and said, "Let me."
As she wiped the bowl's outer rim clean, her oversized sleep shirt crept up enough to reveal the lower round and fleshy globes of her ass. That started my penis climbing back to full force.
"Already?" Mom said as she turned around and we took turns at the sink.
"Well, mom," I said. "That's what you get for mooning me!"
She smiled, her upper facial cheeks glowing a faint pink.
We returned to the kitchen. Mom sat up on one of the kitchen stools by the counter bar separating the dining room from the cooking area. "It looks like you're going to have some work to do BEFORE breakfast."
I nodded, sat back on a kitchen chair at the table, and started stroking away. Mom was so engrossed in my show that she probably honestly didn't realize that her sleep shirt was hiked quite high and revealing generous thighs and the bottoms of her ass-cheeks.
It didn't take me more than a few minutes. When I confessed to being on the brink of cumming and requested that she bring me some napkins, she shook her head. "No. Come on yourself, then I'll clean you up."
"Promise?" I half blurted.
Mom nodded, smiled. Our eyes locked and I held her gaze until I felt myself getting very close. I then reached beneath my balls and sank a finger into my ass.
Mom's eyes nearly shut and she moaned. "I love when you do that to yourself."
I responded by erupting thick ropes of cum which shot onto my chest, into my navel, and onto my groin area. Mom laughed and clapped once and egged me on, then true to her word, retrieved a warm washcloth and cleaned me up, taking special care to lift my long, thick and still throbbing penis and gently swab it.
Another morning, I woke up very horny. Still nude, I walked out into the kitchen. This was becoming more or less a habit, but there was one stark difference this time, I knew that my sister was home. Still, I thought I'd risk a nude stroll. If Lisa catches me, I'll just tell her that I thought I was alone in the house, I reasoned with myself. Even as I ran through a number of excuses that I could run by my sister, however, a part of me was wondering why I was adding more risk to my exposure. Today, I recognize that I needed to increase the possibility of being seen in order to feel the rush I so loved from exposing myself. Mom is the ultimate audience, I thought, but on the other hand, why not give a little free show to Lisa if things work? As I stepped out of my room and started walking completely naked down the hallway, I felt the strongest, headiest surge run through me that I'd felt in quite a while. I literally felt my member start to grow thicker and slap against my thigh as I got closer to my destination.
An over stimulated libido is a funny state to be in, especially when it seems to be ever on the increase. And I wasn't the only one who seemed to be throwing caution to the wind, I was soon to learn.
Mom's eyes widened when she saw me stroll through the living room and then she got off the couch to follow me.
"Good morning," I said casually.
"It is now," she said, glancing down the hallway to check on my sis, and then following me into the kitchen.
"You realize that Lisa is home," she said, watching me pour juice into a glass.
"Oh! Really?" I said, "I forgot."
"Sure you did," Mom smiled and winked at me. "You're getting crazier, you know that."
"Yeah, but at least I'm not insane."
I see now how radically atypical and unbalanced the power structure of our family dynamic had become. Rather than order me, to go back to my room and put something on, my mom asked what we were going to do if Lisa showed up. Interestingly, I didn't think it was a problem.
"What are we going to do if Lisa shows?"
It was "our" problem. My mother as much as admitted that we were both locked in some exclusive and increasingly reckless behavior.
"I know what we can do," I said. "We'll give her a sex lesson!" I grabbed a wooden spoon out of the utensil holder near the stove and used the tip to point to my chest.
"Lisa, this is a nude man."
Mother laughed as I continued. "There'll be an anatomy quiz immediately following this exhibit, so listen up. This is his head,"
I pointed to my crown, "and this is his other head." I pointed to my penis. My mother laughed harder.
I cupped my member in my hand. "This is the head of the penis, this is the shaft and these -" I lifted my thickening tool straight up so that it smacked my belly. "--are the testicles, otherwise known as gonads, or balls!"
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