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                           THE EXHIBITIONIST

I'm an exhibitionist.  I guess I always have been and I expect I always will
be.  That point in childhood when most kids (or at least most girls) learn
modesty, I didn't. As long ago as I can remember, my folks have been trying
to shame me into covering up when I would dance out of my bedroom in next to
nothing while guests were at our house, but my blushing just became part of
my repertoire.

As a teenager, I was completely open around Mom. If I knew only the two of us
were home, I would walk up to Mom stark naked and, while absentmindedly
fiddling with a nipple or my budding pubic hair, ask her some totally
innocent question like what time some TV show came on or how one makes
hamburger gravy. I know she wanted to chew me out for being so immodest, but
my questions threw her off the track. In answering my questions, she would
forget that she was going to get after me. Other times, I would pick a
mundane time like during breakfast to ask her when her breasts developed or
when she got her first period. She was just liberated enough to try to answer
me; but she would still get all flustered.

There was a certain method to my madness. Even at the tender age of twelve I
sensed that being so open with others would excite and arouse them and I think
I even hoped that they would reciprocate. Perhaps I got that idea when I was
three or four, playing "doctor" with the neighbor. I showed him my pussy so
he would show me his prick. I remember that I wasn't very interested in his
droopy little peter, but I really loved it when he looked at my pussy. I
think I made him play doctor far longer than he really wanted to. Later, I
took off my panties for an older boy down the street and let him stick his
finger a little way in my pussy. Again, I was the aggressor.

For a few years, we had a next-door neighbor who seemed to be watching me
whenever I was out in the yard. He was a handsome bachelor who worked
strange hours, so he was often home when I got home from school. Sometimes,
Mom wasn't home to let me in and I would play out back until she arrived. I
would play around under a big tree in our back yard with a doll that I kept
in the garage. I began to notice that Mr. Thompson would often come out on
his side porch and rummage around while looking at me. After a while, I
understood he was trying to look under my skirt, so I always tried to play
with my knees up and my legs spread. I was only about eight years old, but
I was already into showing myself off.

One day, when I got home, Mr. Thompson was out cutting down some rose bushes
in his back yard, which was separated from ours only by a few evergreen shrubs.
As soon as I saw him there and saw that Mom's car was not in the driveway, I
decided to show him my pussy. First, I said hello and watched him snip the
thorny branches for a minute. Then I explained to him that I needed to pee.
I asked him if he would stand nearby "to make sure nobody saw me." I noticed
that his face got red, but he agreed right away. Stepping between two bushes,
I waited until he came to stand beside me, then I raised my skirt all the way
and held it there by clamping my arms at my sides. I pulled my underpants
down around my ankles and stood up so he could see my hairless little pussy.
Mr. Thompson didn't disappoint me, but stooped beside me conspiratorially to
gaze straight at my crotch. When I squatted to pee, I thought his eyes would
bug out of his head. He acted like seeing urine pour out of my little notch
was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen!

As I pulled my pants back up, Mr. Thompson stood also and I noticed he had
a big tent in his pants. I pointed and asked him if he needed to pee also.
That was when I saw my first erect penis, because he immediately pulled
it out and pretended to try to piss. That was my first peek at an erect
penis and I know now that it was a whopper! It was about seven inches long
and very thick. The shiny purple head of his dick was half-revealed as his
foreskin stretched around it. The gnarly veins were purple too, but the shaft
itself was pale pink. Poor Mr. Thompson probably couldn't have urinated if he
had to, because his cock was hard as stone.

I never touched his cock, but I sure saw a lot of it until he moved away a
few months later. Whenever he was home and my Mom wasn't, I would go over
to his garage, where I would lower my pants so he could look at me while he
masturbated. He taught me to be proud at how I got him so excited that he
just had to spurt his stuff.

Anyway, with my Mom, my little exhibitionistic plays worked perfectly. When I
intentionally "walked in" on her just as she got out of the shower, she
couldn't very well try to hide her nakedness from me by saying "How would you
like me to walk in on you?" After all, I had shown her everything I had.

Whenever I was around her and she was naked, I would talk about anything but
what I really wanted to talk about --- sex. But Mom would still get aroused.
I could tell from her tits. And it was fun to watch her still try to be coy
and modest.

Mom still had a beautiful figure and she kept her weight down well. Her
breasts were a 36, capped with rosy nipples that stuck out a good half inch
when she was excited. Her bush was thick and black. One day I really shocked
her by asking if I could examine her "down there". Before she had a chance to
say no, I suggested that we both undress in front of my folks' full-length
mirror so that I could get an idea of what a mature woman looks like. Then,
while she was still shaking her head in disbelief as much as disapproval,
I pulled her by the hand into her bedroom.

First, I took off my sweater and training bra. The bra was certainly
unnecessary as my breasts at that time were little more than swollen nipples.
When Mom unslung her breasts, I gasped visual appreciation which was not a put
on. To my teenage mind, Mom was a knockout. I asked if I could touch them
and she quickly said no. I didn't push it. Instead, I pulled down my shorts
and then slid my panties over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I
fluffed up the small patch of hair adorning my pussy and sort of opened up my
labia with a couple of fingers. The action was not lost on Mom. She caught
her breath and her nipples stiffened noticeably.

"Not much to look at, am I, Mom?" I queried.

"Well, dear, I think you have a beautiful body for a 13-year old. I didn't
get any boobs until I was 15"

"What about your pussy hair, Mom? Isn't this pitiful?" While saying this, I
again fluffed up my hair.

"When I was your age girls didn't touch themselves 'down there' so I don't
remember much about what or when I developed anything. Even now, I don't
really know anything about what I look like 'down there'."

"Oh, Mom, you're kidding me! The human body is beautiful and judging from
what I've seen, yours is especially so! Here, let's look and see." With that
I pulled down on Mom's slacks, catching her panties at the same time. As her
clothes came over her hips, my forearm brushed against her bush and it felt
like electricity shooting up my arm. Mom covered her face with her hands as
I knelt down to help her step out of her clothes. With my eyes at the same
level as her crotch, I noticed a string dangling from Mom's pussy. She had a
tampon in.

"Mom, why do you have a string down here?" I reached for the string with no
intention of pulling it out but the effect was the same for Mom.

"Don't!" she yelped. "This is all too confusing to me. You need to let me
collect my thoughts."

I decided that I really should slow down a little. But the opportunity was
too precious to completely abandon my idea. I suggested that we sit down and
talk a little--- "woman to woman". Mom went for that and didn't even seem to
notice as we walked back into the family room that we were both still naked.
Fortunately, it was a warm day and we probably would have both been sitting
around in shorts and halters anyway.

Well, we talked about the weather and our upcoming vacation and other non-
threatening topics. Then I decided it was time to get back to the subject at
hand. "Mom," I started, "I'm getting to the age when I expect I'll start my
period. Is there anything I should know so that I won't feel embarrassed or
mess things up?" Mom hesitated like she still didn't know where to begin,
so I continued, "I mean, like I really would like to know about tampons
and pads and which is better. Do you use both?"

"Well ... yes, dear, I do use both types. Right now I have a tampon in which
is attached to the little string you saw earlier. I use tampons early in my
period when the flow is heaviest and then switch to pads and panty liners on
the second or third day."

"Would you show me, Mom? Would you? Please?"

"Dear, a used tampon is not a pretty thing, believe me."

"Oh, but please show me how you put one in. Maybe I could even try. Do you
think?"

"Uh....I don't know about your trying it but I do probably need to change
mine. Let's see."

We went back into the bedroom and into the master bath. Mom sat on the toilet
and pulled her "plug" out and dropped it into the toilet before I could do
anything about it. She was right, though, from what little I did see it
wasn't a pretty sight to look at. She then unwrapped a new tampon and slipped
the tube inside her faster than I had imagined possible. She dropped the
applicator in the wastebasket and stood up. I was afraid I had missed my
chance. But Mom thought she would teach me a lesson.

She instructed me to sit down on the toilet and spread my legs wide apart.
She then unwrapped another tampon and showed me how to hold it in my hand.
Then, standing directly in front of me, she opened her labia to show me where
she had inserted her tampon. I tried to push the stiff cardboard inside me
but all I got for my effort was a sharp pain. I tried again and again but
couldn't find the proper location. I began to panic. Mom's pussy was inches
from my face and the heat and ripe smell from it was beginning to choke
me. Maybe I wasn't so smart after all. Just then I felt another sharp pain
and then a feeling like nothing I had felt before. The tube was inside me.
I pushed on the applicator and removed the cardboard. I had done it! I
dropped the applicator in the wastebasket like Mom had done and stood up
abruptly. Hugging Mom, partly to keep her from falling over from my abrupt
action and partly to feel her skin against my own, I gushed, "I love you,
Mom."

We had no secrets after that day. The next time I asked to see her pussy,
she laid down on the bed and spread her legs wide. She invited me to push
one then two fingers inside her and showed me what type of touch her
clitoris was most sensitive to. She showed me how to douche and how she
inserted foam contraceptive. She also had me lay down and spread open so
she could look. She didn't try to push her finger inside me but she did
play with my clitoris until I thought I would pee by mistake.

With Dad, it was a little different. I knew I wanted to seduce him but wasn't
sure how I could do it "innocently."  Although I wore the skimpiest of bathing
suits around him, he was always proper in his conduct toward me. In fact, the
sexier I acted and dressed, the further away he stayed. I was going to have
to be subtle.

One evening when Mom had been away three days of a five-day business trip, I
took a long, hot shower then dressed in my shorty nightgown and lace panties.
I daubed just the slightest bit of perfume that Mom uses every now and then
and walked into the family room where Dad was watching TV. Sitting down in
his lap, I buried my face in his neck and gave him a good hug. I squirmed
around in his lap "to get comfortable" but in reality trying to rub against
his cock. It got hard enough that I could feel it pushing up against me. I
slid my hand inside his shirt saying that I loved to feel the hair on his
chest. I opened the buttons of his shirt so I could rub him all over. I
teased him about how his nipples were more prominent than mine then slid my
hand under the waistband of his trousers. I think I was touching his pubic
hair but I wasn't allowed to stay long enough to make sure. Dad was on his
feet and I dropped unceremoniously to the floor.

"I'm sorry, young lady, but there are certain areas of her father's body that
a young lady cannot admire. I think its time you headed off to bed."

I was pissed. I wanted to strip right then and there to show him a thing
or two but I was afraid that would set him off forever. Instead, I sulked
off to my bedroom, rubbing my sore bottom as I left. I took off my nightie
and flopped onto my bed. I was still horny, so I started playing with my
pussy inside my panties. I must have fallen asleep that way because the
next thing I remember was noticing the light from the hallway shining into
my room casting a shadow of Dad onto the floor by my bed. I kept my eyes as
shut as I could while still trying to get a better look at the doorway.
Dad was standing there, still clothed from the waist down but he had his
cock out and was slowly rubbing it back and forth.

I shifted my legs just a little to give Dad a better look at my skimpy
panties. His strokes appeared to speed up.

Pretending that I was having a good sexy dream, I started muttering, "Fuck
me. Oh that feels so good." etc. I began rubbing my finger in and out of
my cunt. I could hear Dad's heavy breathing now between my moans. Then he
groaned and almost doubled over. I sat up in my bed and watched him squirt
his load onto the bedroom carpeting. He didn't notice that I had awakened
until his spasms had almost stopped. Then he looked at me and froze in panic.

"Oh, Dad, can we do that again sometime? Its so exciting watching and hearing
you masturbate. Your cock is impressive!"

Dad still had nothing to say so I rolled off the bed and walked over to him.
Throwing my arms around him and pressed my naked breasts onto his bare chest
and ground my silky panties against his limp cock. Almost immediately his
cock began to swell again. Dad pulled away and tried to break my embrace.

"Look, Dad. Sex is not something to be hidden. I owe my life to that
beautiful cock and the copious sperm you produce. How can I feel anything
but love for you and admiration for your equipment. We both know now that the
other masturbates so there is nothing to hide there. Come on, why don't I
show you mine and you show me yours and this time we can talk while we beat
off."

At that, I stepped back only far enough to let Dad get a good look at my
titties while I proceeded to unfasten his belt and let his pants drop to the
floor. Getting his shorts off was a little more difficult because he had such
a raging hardon by this time. But he helped me and soon he was completely
naked in front of me.

I turned around while sliding my panties off. I hoped that he would think
I was still a little modest but even more I hoped that he would take advantage
of eyeing my ass. Even better than I could have hoped for, he actually patted
my bottom. It was tentative but it was a pat.

I really needed to pee and I told Dad so, asking if he would please come into
the bathroom with me. He agreed saying he needed to as well. Rather than
sitting on the toilet seat, I lifted it up and straddled the toilet, spreading
my labia as I did so. Dad squatted down in front of me to get a better look
at things. Naturally, I thought of Mr. Thompson. It was difficult forcing
the urine out but I managed to do it. Then I did sit down on the seat and
asked Dad to pee onto my breasts and stomach. He couldn't do it for the
longest time but finally he got a drip, then a trickle, then a decent stream
coming out. It felt strange and wonderful against my body.

When he finished, I wiped myself off with a damp washcloth. We then moved to
the family room which had much better lighting than the bedroom. Dad
suggested that we each spend five minutes looking over the other person by
asking that person to get into whatever pose we wished. Then we would both
masturbate together. I posed first. Dad really got into it as he had me pose
in the lewdest of positions. And while he never touched me, he would get his
nose close enough to my slit that his glasses would fog up. He also asked me
to stick my finger up my cunt and then into my asshole. I complied willingly
with both requests. His five minutes stretched into almost ten but I was
enjoying it too much to complain.

When it was Dad's turn to pose, he was a good sport about it. I made him bend
over and spread his cheeks wide so I could blow softly on his asshole. Then I
had him bend over backward so his cock stuck straight in the air. I had the
hardest time keeping my hands off him but I did let him know I was close by
breathing soft kisses on his cock and balls. After I had seen him from all
angles, I said the five minutes were up.

Sitting about five feet from each other in easy chairs and making sure that we
could both see and be seen, we began rubbing our genitals and talking dirty.
Seeing Dad pump his long, stiff prick made me get sopping wet and I told him
so. Then I dipped two fingers in my honey pot and made sexy slurping sounds
before licking the juice off my fingers. Dad stood up so he could pound his
pud harder and make his balls slap against his fist and his thighs. I was
pinching my tits and squeezing my cunt to heighten the tension. Suddenly, I
couldn't stop if I had wanted to. Sweat was running down my armpits and
beading on my forehead. I felt wonderful but faint. My cunt felt warmer and
wetter than I had ever remembered feeling before. I gasped out loud with
pleasure than let the spasms of emotion wash over me like ocean waves.

I was still sliding down gently from the high emotional peak when I realized
that Dad was now nearing his release. I fell to my knees in front of Dad and
begged him to cover me with his sperm. He, too, was too far gone to try to
stop and again he shot his load for me to see. Unlike his piss, his sperm
came in great spurts and with even less control. It hit my breasts, my belly
and even got on my face and in my hair. I began rubbing it around wherever
it fell and then licking it off my fingers as his eruptions died down.
What an experience!