My Exhibitionist Mom Book Thirteen

CHAPTER 121-THE NUDE LAKE

There’s a lake not far from where we live, with a small, out-of-the-way beach that can’t be seen from the other parts of the shoreline, and it’s sort of unofficially considered a clothing-optional area. My friends and I always go nude there, and my Mom and I have been a bunch of times, too. Mom and I had a long weekend for Labor Day, so we went over there while the weather was still nice.

It wasn’t until we’d parked ourselves and our things and our blanket and started stripping down that we noticed a family a ways away on the corner of the beach, nude also.

I stopped with my top all the way off and my panties down to my knees, but Mom just kept on going, and soon her clothes were on the blanket. She said, “Shit, I didn’t think anyone would be here. Oh, well.”

“Yeah, I figured we’d have the place to ourselves. But they’re nude, too, and they’re far enough away to care. I’m okay with it if you are.”

“Oh, I don’t care.” It was a youngish couple, man, woman and boy, about five, maybe? She looked like she still had a little baby fat from childbearing, but out there working on her tan. The woman and boy were sound asleep. The guy was sitting on his side, reading. Even from this far you could see he had a nice sized cock.

“Mom, you have such a cute bush. I bet he can see that from all the way over there.”

“You like?” I nodded. It’s very full, but it looks so cute on her diminutive frame. She stroked it up and down, fluffing it out. “It’s like a beacon. I can direct ships into the harbor with it.” I noticed her clit was now sticking straight up. It’s huge, so huge that you can see it all the way above the full hairs of her muff.

“Shit, I have to pee again,” Mom said, and rose to find an appropriate spot. There was a tree next to a big rock, and she held one of the branches of the tree and put her foot all the way up on top of the rock. Her pussy was spread wide apart, and I could see her entire vagina now. Before I could even say a word, pee started to spray out of her hole. She just stood there, smiling, as the stream made a large arc in front of her into the sand.

“MOM! That guy isn’t THAT far away!”

“Oh, he can’t see me from there.” And when I looked again, I saw she was correct. She was hidden away from them. She finished, and fluffed her bush again. Her clit was still straight out, almost fully erect. She came back to the blanket and sat Indian-style, her legs wide open and her clit popped out of its hood, sticking out a full almost two inches. The sight stirred my body into sympathetic reaction.

“My turn, I guess.” I rose and found the same place. I put my foot up on the rock as she did, and held my lips open. So, she could see? I don’t know, I just did. She was looking at me, so maybe I was showing off. My pee came straight out and thudded onto the sand. I rubbed my pussy just as she did, smiling the same way. My clit stirred a little as well.

“Mom, you’re standing at full attention down there.” Her clit was still hard and straight.

“Hmmm, I know. This happens every time I pee outside and there are strangers around. I get, umm….”

“You get what?”

“You know, Ummm…..”

“Horny?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘horny,’ exactly, just acutely aware.”

“Mom, your clit is sticking straight out two inches. It looks horny to me.”

“Well, I don’t know what I could do about it now.”

“Mom, you need to take care of business down there.”

“Business?”

“Yeah! That thing looks like it has a mind of its own.”

“You mean masturbation? You want me to masturbate right here in front of you? And that nice, innocent family over there? I don’t think so, thank you. Besides, look at you-you seem to be at full attention, too.” My clit was standing up, also.

“I guess it is. I have an idea.”

“Oh yeah? I can’t wait to hear this. Don’t get me roped into one of your teenaged schemes. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Don’t worry, Mom, your reputation will survive a little public masturbation. I say we go right into the water. We can stand up to our neck and do ourselves under the deep blue sea. No one can see what we’re doing.”

“Ha, ha, ha! That’s cleverly diabolical. It’s not bad, I have to give you a little credit on that one. Can I do it right in front of Daughter Dearest? Not sure.”

“The fun is in the trying.”

I thought it might take more convinving. She said, “I’m game.” Mom chuckled and tiptoed her way into the surprisingly balmy water. She stood facing the shore so she could keep an eye on things. I followed her in and stood behind her. “Oh, no you don’t. You stand in front of me.”

“Mom, I’m four inches taller than you. You’ll drown back here.”

“Three, and I guess you’re right.” She chuckled again. “Well, don’t look, then.”

“Mom, you’re completely under water! If I want to see anything I’m going to have to muff-dive to see it!”

“Jill, you are a pip!” She was already starting to move her hand and masturbate. I played dumb. “Are you doing it?”

“None of your business. Are you doing it?”

“Yes. Feels pretty good under here.”

“Okay, I don’t need to know all the details.”

I started to move my hand faster over my clit. We stayed like that for a little while, and I could see her arm moving faster, too. Once in a while I saw her buck, and I assumed she was doing something else when that happened, maybe finger-fucking? So I did it too, whenever she did. “How are you doing it, Mom?”

“How am I doing it? What do you mean, how am I doing it? I’m doing it fine. How are you doing it?”

“Oh, I’m just rubbing up and down on my pussy, on the front.”

“Okay, well, there you go.”

“I guess you’re doing it like you always do, huh?”

“Like I always do? How do you know how I always do?”

“Oh, I see things here and there.”

“Here and there, where? Are you spying on me?”

“Of course not, Mom.” A minute or two went by, and I could tell she was getting close. And so was I.

“So how do I do it?” Mom asked.

“Oh. Well, sometimes you put your first finger all the way in and rub your clit up and down with your thumb.”

“Hmmm. I do?”

“Yeah. Is that what you’re doing right now?”

“Never mind. Hey-look at the dad! He’s jerking off! I think he’s watching us!” Sure enough, you could plainly see him stroking his cock. The wife and kid were sound asleep, and I guess he knew they were going to stay that way, because he was laying on his side, jerking for all he was worth.

“Hey, Mom, let’s move in closer to the shore and finish.”

“I can’t, my breasts will show.”

“YES! Let’s show our tits and see if he comes!”

“Jill! You are incorrigible!”

I waded past her, and closer to shore. My tits were now plainly visible above the water as my hand continued rubbing underneath. “God, Mom, it feels good! Come over. Let him see your tits.”

“Jill, if I walk over there and my tits show, I’m going to come right away.”

“Let it happen, Mom! What are you waiting for? Let him see you masturbate all the way.”

“I don’t know…. I’m not as brave as you are.” But yet, she walked parallel to me, and kept going. She’s shorter than I am, so her tits weren’t all the way out, but her nipples were! Mom has a set of high beams on her that could light up Los Angeles.

“That’s it Mom, let him see you. You almost ready?”

“Getting there. Fuck. Unh. Unh. Unh. God. I can’t believe I’m masturbating right in front of this guy. He must be able to see us jerking, if we can see him jerking.”

“Oh, Shit! Look! He’s standing up!” He had risen to his feet, and was stroking that large cock up and down, right over his sleeping wife’s legs and feet. The son was sound asleep too.

“They must be heavy sleepers! Look at him go! He’s really beating off good!”

“Maybe all three of us will come together! Let’s wait for him.”

“Shit. I’m really jerking it here. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m going to come soon, Jill. Unh. Unh. Unh. Unh. You doing it?”

“Yes. I’m going pretty hard too.”

“You have your finger inside like you usually do? Unh. Unh.”

“What do you mean, usually? Mom! You’ve watched me, too?”

“Oh, not on purpose. A mother sees some things.”

“I can’t believe you watched me masturbate. Did you watch all the way?”

“Until you came?”

“Yeah.”

“Like I said, a mother sees all kinds of things.”

“God, my Mom watches me jerk all the way off. “God. Fuck, I’m gonna come soon. I can’t hold it off much longer.”

“Me too. Unh. Unh. Unh. Unh. I’m gonna pop off soon. I’m waiting for the guy to come.” Then he started really moving his torso back and forth.

“Mom, I think he’s coming! Let’s go, too!”

“Okay. Unh. Unh. Here I come. Unh. Unh. Coming.”

“Shit, Mom, I’m coming. I’M COMING!” I said it a little louder than I intended. The guy was straining and tensing, stroking his cock up and down. I could imagine his sperm spraying all over his wife’s legs, but I couldn’t quite see it. But he was clearly doing it.

“I’m coming, Jill. Your Mother’s coming. Unh. Unh. Oh, god. I did it. Right in front of you, I came.”

“Don’t get all weird, Mom, you were under water, and I can’t really see anything.”

“God, that was such a release. I must have really needed that.”

Just then Mom got a glazed look on her face, and started to melt a little bit, and she stumbled backwards right into my arms. I held her with both hands under her sides, keeping her up. “Mom, are you okay?”

“Oh. Yes. I think so.” She still looked a little weak. “I must have stumbled.”

“Just stay like this for a minute.”

“Okay.” And we stood like that, me behind her, sort of holding her up, and I was rubbing her shoulders. After a minute, I saw her left hand start to move again under the surface (She is left-handed). “Shit,” she said. “I got a little light-headed. It was such a release, wasn’t it.” Her hand was noticeably moving again. Was she going for another try?

“Yes, it was, Mom. It was so exciting, doing that with you. We did it together, didn’t we?”

“Yes. That was fun. I can’t believe we did it right in front of that guy.” Now Mom was standing firmly on her feet, moving her hand underneath the water. “That feels good, you rubbing my shoulders like that.”

“Mmmm. Good. You came nice, didn’t you, Mother.”

“Yeah, ha, ha. I sure did. I was really masturbating there.”

“Me, too!”

“Were you finger-fucking under there? Is that what you were doing?”

“Yeah. I finger-fucked for a little while, then made circles over my clit. I don’t know why, but I liked making big motions with my arm that the guy would see. I wanted him to see it.”

“Oh, gosh. Unh. Unh. Really? Hee, hee! That’s kind of hot. Mmm. Mmmm. You wanted him to know you were jerking off, didn’t you.”

“Yes. I was really going at it.”

“It’s harder to do it underwater. Unh. Unh. Yeah. MMmmm. Gosh, you must have really been finger-fucking under there.”

“Yes, Mom, I was jerking pretty hard. Then when he stood up, I realized he wanted us to see him, too.”

“And that made you jerk harder, didn’t it. Unh. Unh. Mmm.” I could feel Mom’s arm tensing now. I took a chance, and reached down her front, and touched her nipples. “Mmmph.” Was all she said. I think she was getting ready to come. “Mmmph. Unh. Unh. Yeah, you were really doing yourself.”

“Yes, Mom, and then I wanted us to come together.” I gently tugged her nipples under the water. Then a little harder.

“Yes. Unh. Unh. Unh. Unh. Fuck. We all jerked it off together. Ahhhh. Mmmm. Mmm. Mmm.” She must have come again, right there, with my arms around her, touching her. “Mmmm,” she sighed. “That was a nice little back rub, Honey, thank you.” Maybe even a little front rub, too, hee, hee! “Do you want me to do you, now?”

“Do me?”

“Yes, rub your back.”

“Oh. Oh, yes! Would you? That would feel great. Especially after our orgasms.”

“Yes, especially.” I don’t know if she was thinking that last round was a secret from me, but I didn’t mention that I enjoyed her masturbating a second time while I gently tugged on her huge, long nips. “Stand in front and I’ll massage you a little. It does feel good in the water.”

“Okay.” I let out a big sigh. Then another one. Mom’s hands felt great. I realized I must have been pretty tense lately.

“Mmmmm….” She breathed in my ear as she worked her magic. “That’s a good girl.”

I don’t know, something about the way she was whispering in my ear was turning me on again. Now I brought my own hand down to my pussy and started to feel around. And it felt good. If it hadn’t been under water my pussy would have been just as wet. “Mmmm. That feels so good, Mom.”

“Mmm.”

“We really did it, didn’t we.” I started to work my hand down there, just as I suspect she had. “We jerked off.”

“Mmm-hmmm.”

“We jerked it off right in front of that guy. It felt so good. I bet you had your finger in your pussy. Your first finger. And your thumb on top of your clit. Underneath the water. I couldn’t see, but I knew what you were doing.”

“Mmm-hmm. If you say so.”

“You were masturbating. I’m sure he could see us, too. Jerking away. Mother and Daughter, jerking it together.”

“Mmmm. Hmmm.”

“Got him all worked up. Uhh. Uhh.”

“Yup.”

Now I put my finger in. This wasn’t going to take long. Mom pulled my hair back, stroking it into a pony tail. “Mmmmm. Feels so good, Mom. So nice when we masturbated.”

“Mmm. You liked that?”

“Yes, Mommy. You never let me see. But I could tell you were doing it too. You were rubbing it. Your pussy.”

“Oh? And did you like that?”

“Mmmm. Yes. And I rubbed it, too. I couldn’t wait to come. Right where you could see my face. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

“Mmmm. You were really going, there.”

“You too. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

“Oh, Mom’s don’t do that sort of thing, do they?”

“Oh, yes, Mommy. Of course they do. They want to feel good too. I know you had your finger all the way up it.”

“Oh. You think so?”

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Yeah. Yeah. All the way in.” My finger was flying in and out now. Mom pulled my hair up and gave me a kiss on my neck.

“Oh, yeah? All the way up?”

“Yes, Mommy, all the way up. And rubbing your clitty. With your thumb.”

“Oh, I see. And did you like that?” Mom reached both hands down to cup my tits.

“Yes.”

“And did your breasts get all hard? Your titties?”

“Yes.”

“And that felt good? Like you wanted to have an orgasm?”

“Yes. Uh. Uh. Uh. Oh, Mommy.”

“MMmmm. I bet that felt good, didn’t it, Honey.”

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Yeah.” I could hardly breathe, I wanted to come so bad. That’s when I noticed that the guy and his family had packed up and put their clothes on, and they were walking back out towards the opening in the fence, the only way out. Which was right past us. They were coming this way.

“Mmmm. And you came, didn’t you.”

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Yeah.”

“You jerked off.” They were coming right past us now. And I was ready to come again. The kid was just walking along, staring at the ground. The husband looked at us and waved. And the Mom smiled right at me.

“YES! YES! YES! I CAME!” My orgasm shot through me, sending shudders up and down my spine, and I fell back against her. The family kept walking, I don’t know if they processed what was happening or not, but the husband looked back over his shoulder at us.

Mom went back to massaging my shoulders, then stopped. “Well, that was a relaxing massage, wasn’t it?” She noted.

“Yes, Mom. I don’t think I’ve ever had a more relaxing one than that.”

“Good.” She squeezed my shoulders and sauntered back to the shore, giving me a chance to admire her perfect ass and great legs, as if I was that husband….

CHAPTER 122-THE CYNDI TAPE, PART I

I was over at Cyndi Prescott’s house to help her study. Cyndi is a friend that I cultivated all by myself. She is a cheerleader and dates the football quarterback. She is blonde, bubbly, effervescent, popular and fluffy. Very fluffy. She is usually dressed in pink or white. About as cliche as you can get. I am none of those things. But she operates in a social circle that I would not have access to any other way than by helping her with her school essays, which come very easily to me. I have never not gotten an A on a school term paper.

I help her flesh out her ideas (usually by telling her what her ideas are-it saves time), and we toss things around, and then I go home, having been told about a cool party or social event.

On this particular afternoon we were in her room, which is across from her parents’ room. They were not home yet from work. The Mother is an elementary school teacher, and boy is she goofy. She’s almost like a kid herself, a complete opposite of Cyndi. She’s a little overweight, wears her hair in bangs and pigtails sometimes, wears nerdy glasses and has a wicked overbite. But she is so funny and quirky, that she is oddly endearing. She always makes me laugh, but I get impression that Cyndi is sometimes a little embarrassed by her. Her image craves sophistication. Her father is muscular and stocky, and always seems entertained by her Mom.

When we were ready to get some ideas down on paper, Cyndi realized she had left her laptop at school. She does most things on her phone. But her Mom always lets her use her computer, and it’s always signed on. So we sat down in front of her largish monitor, and got ready to call up her word processing program. When we looked at the desktop, there was an MPEG icon that said “CYN:)” on it.

“I wonder if this is supposed to be for me?” She said, and got ready to click it.

“Wait,” I said, “What if it’s Christmas presents or something?”

“All the more reason I should see it, in case it’s something I don’t want!” So, she clicked the icon, and in a couple seconds, the clip started. Someone’s big hand in front of the screen exposed it as an amateur production. The hand was placing the camera for the shot.

When the hand backed away, you could see that it was her Mom’s hand. She smiled into the camera, then backed away and sat down on a stool, and seated next to her on a stool was Cyndi’s Dad. They were both completely nude, and Dad was sporting a huge erection. Bot were smiling broadly.

Cyndi gasped loudly, and scrambled to retrieve the mouse as her parents sat on their stools, and began to touch themselves. Cyndi finally got hold of the mouse and clicked the video closed.

“Wait wait wait wait WAIT!” I called. “What the hell was that!?”

“I have NO IDEA!” Cyndi stammered. “I cannot IMAGINE!”

“Well, you won’t have to imagine if you open it back up! Let’s see!”

“I CAN’T see! I mustn’t see!”

“You MUST see! The video has your name on it!”

Cyndi looked at me aghast. She was almost breathless, trying to regain her composure. “That was my parents. Nude. Touching themselves. Gross.”

“It’s not gross! It’s kind of cute, your Mom and Dad doing it for you, and putting it on a video with your name on it. Maybe they want you to watch it!”

“Jill. What are you talking about? This must be some kind of kinky, frisky, private moment.”

“Then why would they put it on video with your name on it? Give me that damn mouse.” I grabbed the pointer, and Cyndi, dumbfounded, made no move to stop me. I double-clicked. There they were, sitting on two tallish backed stools, maybe in the basement. Mr. Prescott was sitting up, his hands crossed over his chest, looking at his wife. His large cock stood straight up. Mrs. Prescott was sitting, looking straight at the camera, running her hands over her breasts, her legs splayed, resting on the foot rail of the stool. She said, “Let’s masturbate, Daddy, I feel extra horny today.”