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Author’s Note: So, I have a bit of a problem. I can’t find any of the smut that I want. Or at least it can feel that way sometimes. I’m a bit of a closeted exhibitionist, at least at heart, but the stuff I find online is usually scratching some other itch that I don’t have. Men in trench-coats flashing strangers. Women masturbating on the beach. Dudes in cars jacking off. Meh.
I’m interested in what I might call ‘light’ exhibitionism, where the mood is just very…casual. Sometimes your friend masturbates with you in the room and no one thinks it’s weird. Or you fuck your girlfriend while she talks to her mom on the phone. Stuff in a relatively intimate setting that just normalizes the casual-ness of sexual expression. Louis CK-core, perhaps? Except, crucially, everybody’s ok with it. There’s some elements of free use in there too. But no one seems to do it so I guess I’m just a freakazoid.
So this story takes place in an alternate reality in which the concept of sexual privacy doesn’t exist (yet). Just think about that Ricky Gervais movie, but with sex instead of lying. Right? Isn’t that fun? Decide for yourself.
It goes without saying that all sexual encounters take place between consenting adults over 18 years of age blah blah blah.
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Hi, my name is Andy. I’m going to tell you my own personal story about how things were before the Great Shift and the invention of privacy. Back when people didn’t close the door.
I was 19 years old at the time and dating this spunky young blonde girl named Amanda, who is now my wife. She was frankly out of my league. She had the petite frame and the slender legs and the broad thighs and ample boobage that I liked as well as the most pretty, delicate face. Angel eyes. She always wore her hair in a ponytail in those days. I met Amanda in high school and we started dating right before we graduated. Within a year we decided it made sense to get an apartment together so we could save money while we studied at the local college. She went into medicine and I studied music, hoping to become a teacher.
Our apartment was small but comfortable. We spent a lot of our time in the bedroom whenever we were home together, sometimes reading or watching Netflix or doing all the other things that horny 19 year olds do. Speaking of which, do you ever wake up with the Morning Hornies? I have that problem all the time.
On the morning in question I awoke in our bed to the sound of Amanda’s phone ringing. She was already up, folding clothes and getting ready for the day ahead. Her hair was slightly damp from the shower and she wore a cute yellow sundress that showed off just the right amount of leg. Her cleavage rose and fell in delicate heaves. I felt a twitch in my groin.
“Oh shit, it’s my mom,” she sighed, picking up her phone and looking at it.
“Let her leave a message,” I said, throwing off the blankets and getting out of bed. Amanda giggled as I approached her with an obvious tent in my pajamas and my arms outstretched. “I think you should come back to bed and help me with my medical condition.”
“Why are you so horny? Jerk off. I have to take this.”
She escort bursa planted as small peck on my lips and answered the phone. I sighed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash up. When I came back out I saw Amanda laying down on the bed, on her stomach, with the phone to her ear while she flipped through a medical textbook she had for school. Again my Morning Hornies got the best of me and my gaze fell upon her ass, barely concealed beneath the edges of her sundress.
“Yeah mom, school is going fine. We’re both just so busy,” she was saying. “I’m literally studying right now… hold on, I’m just gonna put you on speaker.”
She set the phone down beside her and I heard her mother’s muffled voice ring out–
“Well, you know when I was your age I had all the same problems! But I still made time for my mother.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll try to call more.”
I quietly crawled into bed and approached her from behind, staring at that beautiful round butt. She took no notice of me as she played with her hair and made typical mom-daughter conversation with my prospective mother-in-law. I don’t even think she sensed me hovering over her with horny intentions until I finally reached out and touched her.
I lifted her dress over her soft, round ass and saw that she was wearing a pair of white cotton panties. I started by rubbing her and teasing her pussy through her underwear. Her voice wavered a little as she carried on the conversation with her mom, but she didn’t break her composure.
“Did you want me to get you anything while I’m at the store?” her mom was saying.
“Um, no I think I’m good.”
“Okay. Are you coming to dinner on Friday? Your aunt’s gonna be there and I think your sister too, if I can get her to answer the phone.”
“Maybe, I think I might have a date with Andy.”
At this point I pulled down her panties and she subtly adjusted herself to help me. I slid a finger inside her and she was wet. She exhaled sharply.
“Well, bring him too if you want. That can be your date.”
“Mom, it’s not the same and you know it.”
“I don’t care if you’re affectionate with him, you know. I’m not gonna freak out or anything. There’s the old guest room upstairs if you guys need to, you know…”
“Ugh.”
“Well, you guys are young! I know how it goes. Just keep in mind you have the option. But I really wanna see you there regardless.”
“Okay, I’ll try.”
I toyed gently with her clit and she gasped quietly. Man was this shit turning me on something fierce. I felt hard as bricks in my jeans and my balls tightened with an insatiable and animalistic need. Our natural instincts took over.
“Are you getting a cold, sweetie?”
“No mom, I’m just tired.”
“Okay. Have you talked to your sister lately? Its getting to the point where I’m feeling kind of worried.”
“You literally just talked to her three days ago. But yeah, she texted me yesterday to ask about dinner.”
“Alright, well…”
I unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. My cock sprang out like a fucking cobra. I’m definitely going to hell for this. Amanda instinctively arched her back and her bursa escort kızlar delicious ass rose off the bed and presented itself to me. Her pussy glistened under the dull lamplight.
“I just wish she would answer the phone when her mother calls, for Pete’s sake.”
“She was probably with Kevin and you know nobody under 30 does phone calls, right?”
I leaned over her and pressed my body up against her back, spooning her, kissing her neck. Her skin was warm and glowing. Her breathing became more ragged and she ground her ass back against me. I took that as an invitation to keep going.
“When is Andy going to man up and put a ring on it already?”
“Oh my god mom, he’s right here!”
“Oh… hi, Andy.”
“Hi, Mrs Swanson.”
“Why didn’t you say something? Are you bringing my baby girl to dinner on Friday?”
“Sure, if she wants.”
“Tell her that her mama said so.”
“I’m right here too!” said Amanda.
I rubbed the length of my shaft against her wet pussy lips for a short moment and gripped her tits through her shirt. Her nipples were hard as pebbles. I wanted to suck on them so badly but I didn’t want to disrupt the position we were in and it had been awhile since I’d taken her from behind.
“Mom, I think I should call you back later. I’m with Andy right now.”
“Well, are you coming or not? Yes or no, baby.”
“Sure. I just need to–ah!”
She gasped as I slid into her. Deep. My cock disappeared into Amanda like a hot knife through butter.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, mom. I was just gonna say I need to go to the store on my way there to pick up some wine.”
“Oh, you don’t have to bring anything, sweetie…”
I began to fuck her gently, pushing in and out and biting her neck, kissing her shoulder. She sighed and gripped one of her tits in her shirt, stimulating her nipple with her fingers.
“…I think I got enough wine to get a whole army drunk.”
“Okay…” Amanda let out a shrill, sweet little moan that she failed to stifle.
“Baby, are you… are y’all having sex right now?”
“Fuck…” I grunted almost involuntarily. Amanda giggled.
“Yeah mom, that’s why I was trying to let–ah! Fuck, oh god… that’s why I was trying to let you go.”
“I KNOW I did not teach you that kind of language, baby girl!”
“Sorry, mom.”
“Well, I’m sorry for interrupting something but you could’ve just said so!”
“You didn’t interrupt anything mom, this is Andy’s fault. Blame him.”
I heard Mrs Swanson laugh heartily.
“You mean he just up and started having sex with you in the middle of a phone call?”
“Yup.”
“Kids today have no manners, do they? Alright, sweetie, well I’m gonna let you go for now but would you PLEASE explain to Rachel that she needs to call her mom back?”
“Oh god, baby! Yes…. yeah okay, I’ll talk to her. Good lord.”
“Alright, well I love you, pumpkin.”
“Love you t–oh god, Andy! Baby, right there… I love you too mom.”
Mrs Swanson laughed again.
“My baby girl sure knows how to get it, doesn’t she? Alright…”
I pulled out, no longer patient, and bursa eskort roughly flipped Amanda over onto her back. I needed her tits. She lifted up her dress for me and I yanked down her bra, revealing those mouth watering pillowy breasts. I lifted her legs up over my shoulders and immediately plunged back in, leaning down to suck on her right nipple. She squealed in surprise and then giggled again, still clutching the phone in her hand.
“…I’ll talk to you later, okay baby?”
“Okay mom. See you on Friday… Oh god, Andy! That feels so good baby…”
The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room and Amanda struggled to form her words coherently. I groaned and cursed and felt the cum rising in my balls, begging to be released into her. Into my woman.
“Bye, pumpkin.”
“Bye, mom.”
“Bye Andy, you little horndog.”
“See you soon, Mrs Swanson… Baby, I’m about to cum.”
“Cum on me, cum on my tits baby.”
I heard a laugh from Mrs Swanson and she hung up. I pulled out and jerked off onto Amanda’s awaiting chest, shooting long thick ropes of cum that landed hot on her skin. There was a lot this time. I hadn’t cum in a couple days and I was just so fucking horny for my girl that it felt like a matter of life and death, as if we were the only two people left in all of creation and it was vital that we repopulate the earth asap.
“Oh god Andy, fuck!” she cried, reaching her own climax as she finger fucked herself below me. Her cum-covered chest rose and fell as she gasped and panted, her pretty face scrunched up in exquisite pleasure.
“Andy! Oh my fucking god baby, yes…”
Her legs shuddered under me and the orgasm ripped out of her like a demon leaving her body during an exorcism. I gripped and pumped my cock forcing the last of my cum out onto her tits and finally fell panting onto my back beside her. We cuddled for awhile and eventually I wiped the cum off her chest with her own discarded panties as we laughed and talked.
“I actually like your family, for the record,” I said, running a hand through her disheveled hair. “I don’t mind going.”
“That’s good because you’re gonna be seeing a lot more of them,” Amanda said. She pulled her dress back down and sat up, redoing her ponytail.
“Your mom seems chill,” I said.
“She’s…I mean, she’s my mom.”
“No really, she’s nice to me. I was worried she wouldn’t like me.”
“My dad will take more convincing. Wear a nice shirt or something.”
“Should I call him ‘sir’?”
“Nah,” she laughed. “He’s not like, super conservative or anything. He just needs to make sure you’re not some loser. So dress nice and treat me like a lady.”
“And Rachel’s coming too?”
“That’s what she told me yesterday.”
“Nice.”
Amanda swatted my arm and shot me a hard look.
“Stop being horny for my sister you asshat!”
“Ouch! I was kidding.”
“Yeah right.”
“And your aunt.”
“Aunt Barbara.”
“Yeah. I haven’t met her yet. Will I like her or nah?”
Amanda shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her socks on.
“Do YOU like her?” I asked.
“Eh, she’s fine. A little domineering.”
We both got dressed and downed a couple cups of coffee. I watched her ass intently as she stepped into a clean pair of panties and a moment later we stood at the door kissing affectionately.
“I have a class,” she said. “I’ll be back a little bit later.”
“Love you, babes.”
“Love you.”