Re: My Family Affair

On Sun, 13 Jul 2008 01:38:59 +0000 (UTC), Roy Schestowitz wrote:

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> 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. I do remember my folks 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 period. She was just
> liberated enough to try to answer but would 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. With Mom it worked. 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. 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 nipples. 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 in 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 something from him but wasn't sure what that was. 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 penis. 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 ****ed. 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
> Dad onto the foot of 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 "**** me. Oh that feels so good." Etc. I
> began rubbing my finger in and out of my ****. 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 sperm 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 penis is sooo 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 penis 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 do it." At that, I stepped back only
> far enough to let Dad get a good look at my tits 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 bottom. Even
> better than I could have hoped for, he actually patted my bottom. It was ten-
> tative 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. 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 chest and
> stomach. He protested, saying what a strange thing to ask for, but I could tell
> by his expanding penis that the idea had caught his imagination. 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 hot and wonderful against my body. When
> he finished, I stepped into the shower and quickly washed my body while Dad
> watched me, with a strange look in his eyes. We then moved to the family room
> which had much better lighting than the bedroom. Dad suggested that we each
> spend five minutes look- ing 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
> **** 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 penis
> made me get sopping wet and I told him so. Then I dipped two fingers in myself
> 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 **** 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 **** felt
> warmer and wetter than I had ever remembered feeling before. I gasped out loud
> with pleasure then let the spasms of emotion wash over me like ocean waves. I
> was still sliding down gently from a 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 sperm for me to see. Unlike his ****, 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! The
> first of many to come...

Family Affair?
Are you Buffy or Jodi?
Maybe you are Sissy?

I suspect you are really Mr. French in drag...


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