Taboo subjects have molded my sexual adventures over the years. I like taking the elements of truth and enhancing them with my imagination. Sometimes the reality is story worthy without the imaginary additions. My wife working nights helped me pursue my fetishs without too much trouble also.
For instance, I'm on some hook-up web sites and have had some success. Now, my focus and ultimate turn on has been for the most part exhibitionism followed closely by a strong desire to fuck my mother.
Exhibitionism was easily a fetish with real outcomes. Fucking mom not so much. No matter how or when I would expose myself to mom the farthest I'd get with her was some reverse exhibitionism from her.
I had to be cautious with my self exposure but when successful, I mean really successful, I'd catch my targets either looking for a better angle, more opportunity to see, lingering and watching or even striking up a conversation keeping an extended audience with me. This was especially true when I'd use my pool wearing white spandex shorts that were damn close to transparent when they were wet.
I had three regulars that would visit when they'd notice me in the pool, Debbie, Carol and last but not least, mom. Debbie was three years my senior, Carol was about moms age, a retired schoolteacher. Debbie would come over and ask a question starting fairly lengthy conversations after watching me from her moms house next door.
Debbie was one of those that liked putting herself above others in status. Uppity acting, high standing in her church type. She was one of those baton twirlers in school and hung out in a clique of snobs. Her style of exhibitionism was to appear more than she really was. Parade around like she was queen of her own little world.
Myself on the other hand am redneck and reckless but I see no one above or better than me. Look down on me, fuck you Totally the opposite of Debbie.
Now body wise, Debbie was built rather thin but had a good shape. About a C cup tits narrow waist and about a twenty eight inch ass. Approximately five six and a buck twenty lbs. Definitely a conservative dresser and a nine to fiver office type.
Again, I was as opposite as imaginable. Rugged construction electrician and played almost any sport that was in season,,,except soccer, that was more of a snob game in my judgement of the participants i knew. I'm six-one, Two hundred fifteen lbs. I have my muscles that aren't for show but more for go. At one time I had a fastball that had scouts looking and could hit a baseball on occasion 450 feet. I wasn't fast in the least running and the stopwatch did me in.
Anyway, thats a little description of me and one of my primary targets. I had others but her ego and shit made me dead set on her as a "target." I wanted to bring her down more to my level. Debbie's elderly mom was my neighbor and she'd visit a few times a week or do yard work for her mom.
When I was in my "ball playing" phase I'd wear athletic style clothing around the house and yard. Nothing overly risqué other than perhaps bicycle shorts that did enhance my seven inch cock if I'd get a bit erect, or semi as I call it. I didn't ride much but they were my favorite comfort clothing, accompanied by a tee shirt and sneakers.
Now, quite by accident this infatuation with Debbie began on a rather innocent encounter. I was mowing my yard in my favorite attire when she stopped by her mom's in mid spring. Her mom's yard was smaller than mine but the grass was equally as thick. She began mowing just as I was finishing. I sat and drank a beer on my deck in the shade taking a short break before cranking up the string trimmer. Beer done and string trimmer in hand and going around my fence line would take about thirty minutes. Debbie finished mowing in just a bit less time than that.
I finished, shut off the trimmer and noticed Debbie walking my way and waving.
"Hey Debbie, what's up?" I asked.
"I dont have my trimmer with me and was wondering if you'd trim Momma's fence line for me... I'll pay you!" she told me.
I watched her eyes darting from my crotch to my eyes over and over and seeing that gave my cock just the reason to stiffen a bit enhancing its profile.
"Ya, I can trim it." i answered. Looking at the small yard I added, "only take a few minutes."
and I fired my trimmer back up and ten minutes later I was done.
Debbie was headed my way again and only when she was just in front of me she asked, "How much I owe you?" her eye's again going from my crotch to my eyes.
"Nothing" I told her.
"Nope, you took your time and used your gas, I have to pay you something." Eyes still traveling.
"She's taking in my cock!" I was thinking and I answered, "Shit, that yards tiny. Didn't really cost me a thing... besides, I like being a good neighbor!" I told her as my dick stiffened just a bit more. Her eyes lingered on my crotch a bit longer now.
Looking back to my face she said, "That's really sweet of you but you still should get paid, I insist."
She didn't realize she was already rewarding me with her eyes.
"Let me think about it." I finally said.
Her glassy eyes met mine and she replied, "Fair enough." and went inside her moms house.
I needed a cold beer and a minute to reflect on the last thirty minutes. I was horny and thinking about when our next encounter my come to be.
Three days later that damn grass needed mowed again,,, I love spring but that damn grass grows out of control. Again, dressed in my spandex and tee I was mowing when Debbie parked behind her mothers house. She had what looked to be a new trimmer in the box. I mowed mine and she mowed her mom's. I started trimming as Debbie unboxed her new trimmer. I finished and was relaxing with a beer when she walked to my gate this time shaking her head.
