If more people understood the excitement of exhibitionism it would be far more participants in the kinky activity. The style I prefer has kept me from being busted by the law since I began my adventures way back when the doing so was even more highly frowned upon.
i thought hard about circumstances of being caught but my goal was,,, being caught. I'd pick my targets wisely.
I'm not overly endowed with a big dick. I have a fairly average seven inches, uncut, that when I grasp it when it's hard my thumb and forefinger touch going around it. I do get hard when the possibility of exposing it arises. I'm six ft. one and two hundred and twelve pounds. No six pack abs, no enhanced muscles body wise. Just an average looking guy. I have participated in various sporting activities most of my life keeping me in decent shape so im not physically unattractive either. Pretty much just the average Joe I'd say.
My hometown was/is small. Everybody knows everyone, maybe not by name but we know a stranger when we see one. My adventures in exhibitionism early on focused a lot on relatives, they were less likely to rat you out. In the open I was very conservative never wearing revealing clothing and very cautiously picking my targets. Even around the house my attire was selected so as nothing was exposed.
No one was off limits early on, at least not of the female variety. After my brother left for college and I I was about to finish high school I finally had a room to myself. At eighteen my sexual interests were raging. I had fooled around with some girls but never went all the way at the time.
Many times I'd come home to an empty house. My parents worked strange hours. Mom was three to eleven at a plant close by and dad was railroad sending him out of town days at a time. Quite often I wouldn't even go straight home after school and just catch mom on her way home from the plant around eleven o'clock at night. My parents always made sure I had cash for food when Dad was out of town and no one was home to cook. It was convenient for the three of us. It's also when my exhibitionist/voyeur life really took off.
When we'd get home these nights showers were in order for us both. I'd go straight to the shower and then to my room, mom would make her a cup of coffee and chill out an hour or so before showering off the smell from working at that plant.
Christmas break came around and there was no school for two weeks and the air at times was just a bit too chilly to hang out in town with friends. With the whole house to myself for hours at a time I'd find something sexy on cable to watch and jack off.
The very first evening of break I jerked off right after mom left for work and again a few hours later. I was worn out and sound asleep on the couch when mom came in from work. She didn't wake me and send me toward my room, she just normally stuck to her routine.
Eventually her wandering about woke me so I got up and headed to my room. Laying in my bed trying to get back to sleep i kept watching mom wander about tidying up and shit. I saw her gather her shower stuff and bed clothes and disappear through the hall to the bathroom. She left her night clothes on the arm of her chair and only carried her towels and robe into the bathroom.
Unable to fall asleep because now I was well rested I just layed listening to the shower running. Ten to fifteen minutes later mom rolled out of the bathroom in her robe and a towel wrapped around her wet hair like a turban. I just watched from the darkness while she briskly toweled her head and ran a brush through her wet dark hair. She dropped her robe while facing away from me and my eye's shot straight to her ass. She picked up a semi transparent gown and as she raised her arms to slide it over her head my eyes found the side profile of her left tit. My dick started to stiffen. She didn't put on panties or anything beneath the robe. She'd peaked my interest and set my brain in high gear.
She grabbed her coffee and a magazine, lit a cigarette and sat in the recliner and began chilling out. I watched from the darkness for a good half hour as she sipped coffee and flipped through the magazine. I was hard and was hoping she'd stand up soon but it didn't happen.
I decided I needed a drink so I sat up and grabbed my little housecoat that tied around the waist, but I didn't tie it leaving it hanging open in the front showing my tighty whitey underwear and proceeded to the kitchen. I walked past mom straight to the fridge and grabbed a Coke and headed back towards my room.
Only on my way back did I acknowledge mom saying, "oh,,, hi mom." while rubbing my eyes and yawning. My housecoat was open in front showing my semi erect cock bulge outlined by my underwear.
Mom looked me up and down and shuffled in her seat a bit and replied, "Hi honey, trouble sleeping?" she asked.
I looked her up and down also. dark nipples showing through her gown and a tiny black patch showing at her crotch concealed mostly by her crossed at the knees legs and answered, "Not really, I musta fell asleep around nine on the couch. Was sleeping pretty good."
I looked at the clock and it was approaching three AM. "Why are you still up?" I asked.
Mom's eyes shot up from my bulge and she answered, "This is normally my routine when I work, I'll lay down shortly and sleep in till around ten tomorrow, get up, get ready and head to work again."
"Ok, makes sense." I answered while my eyes openly wandered her nearly exposed body features. My dick grew a bit harder and my brief's stretched a bit tighter. Mom darted her eyes back and forth from my bulge to my face.
"You hungry?" mom asked followed by, " Im going to make a sandwich."
Looking her over i said, "Sure, I could use a bite."
"Have a seat then,,, I'll be right back." she said as she stood and headed to the kitchen.
I sat in the opposite recliner and watched her through the kitchen door as she prepared the sandwiches. I tugged my dick a bit through my shorts and was fully hard. With mom in her semitransparent gown i could clearly tell she was naked beneath but I didn't get a clear picture in the least. She still looked really good.
I finished eating and stood to head to my room, my dick was throbbing but I didn't close and tie my robe. I could tell mom's nipples were hard as I leaned down to kiss her on the forehead and said goodnight. I was wondering if she was as exhilarated as myself!
The next day was another cold one so again I stayed home. I was snoozing off and on laying on the couch while mom was racing around getting ready for work I thought. She was all over the place. In her robe to the kitchen, then to the laundry room, now only in her bra and panties, back and forth to the laundry and her bedroom. I just watched through half asleep eyeballs. Laying there in my robe i opened it to expose my underwear that concealed my semi stiff cock. Mom made more trips than I thought should be normal in just her bra and panties causing my dick to react a bit more. The uncut tip was peaking above the waistband. Mom slowed her pace and even paused from time to time. Through my false sleep eyelids i could see her looking me over, fuck, I was looking her over just as hard.
It was only around noon, I knew mom went to work at three and only had a fifteen minute drive at that. I thought she was getting ready a bit early. I noticed on a few trips through her bra would be different or her panties were different. She kept changing her underwear for some reason.
I decided it was time to "wake up" and while she wasn't in the room I stood and shed my robe. I headed to the laundry room because I knew mom would be heading back in there momentarily. I dug into the dryer and grabbed a pair of clean underwear. I waited until I heard her footsteps closing in on my location and in perfect timing i was straightening up with my dirty underwear in my hand. When she stepped through the door, she was still in her underwear.
"Damn mom, I thought you were gone to work!" I lied in a sharp tone. My stiff dick pointing in her direction. She was staring hard as I quickly started slipping on the clean pair. I didn't realize until mom burst out laughing that I had actually grabbed a pair of her silky bikini panties and slipped them on and my dick remained protruding halfway above the low waistband.
"Oh honey, It's Saturday, You know I don't work weekends." she said in reply.
"I'm half asleep and wasn't aware of the day of the week!" I told her.
"Shit!" I said as I looked down at the image mom was seeing. I quickly tugged them off and stuck my hand back in the dryer trying to find a pair of my own.
"I've put all of yours away, they're in your room in their drawer." she said when i started searching. "Oh, ok." I responded as I stepped past her buck naked.
She was only seconds behind me with a basket of my clean clothes. She walked in my room and I'd yet to put on any underwear. I was in no big rush even while she was hanging shirts and folding my pants. Mom was also still only wearing her bra and panties and I was still sporting a hard on. She reached in a drawer a nd grabbed a pair for me and tossed them in my direction. I just stood motionless a few seconds soaking things in and my dick was actually throbbing and bobbing up and down.
"Thanks, I'm going to shower." I said and headed past her with underwear in hand.
"Ok" she answered back.
In the hot shower I was slow stroking my cock when mom opened the door and said, "Here are some clean towels."
We had frosted glass shower doors and I could make out her shape and I'm certain she could make out mine and tell that i was giving myself a tug. I could see her clearly enough to know she was just watching my blurry image. I turned to the side to give her a "clearer" blurred image and started stroking much faster while watching her motionless figure. I came hard and moaned softly to myself. She was out of sight when I exited the shower and dried off and slipped on the "speedo" style underwear mom tossed me earlier. I wondered if that was an intentional choice she made.
