My Stepmother is an Exhibitionist

My Stepmother is an Exhibitionist

My 41-year-old stepmother, Brianna, is an exhibitionist. She loves the sexual attention that she receives from men when she flashes them her panties, her bra, her long line of sexy cleavage, her naked breasts, her naked ass, and/or her naked pussy. Something else that I didn't know and was shocked to discover, my stepmother is a whore. I hate thinking of my stepmother as a whore but, indeed, she is.

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Author's Note:

Going back in time, this true story was written for 68-year-old, Christopher about his 41-year-old stepmother Brianna. Full of regrets, even though he eventually did have sex with her, he had many missed opportunities from her sexually teasing him while exposing herself to him over several years. Too late now, she's dead and has been dead for several years. Yet, he still has many memories of seeing his stepmother topless and naked, and finally having forbidden sex with her.

Traveling back to 50-years in the past from the time he was 18-years-old to 21-years-old and his stepmother was 41-years-old to 44-years-old, the memories that he had of his stepmother was that she was an exhibitionist and a whore. Only, no matter what she was, he loved her and she loved him. She was good to him. Only, his biggest regret, he wished that he could have had sex with her more than several times. He would have loved to have been her one and only, full-time lover.

Yet, a real quandary, unsure if much of her flashing was deliberate or accidental, to this day, with some of her flashing accidental and other of her flashing deliberate, he still is unsure when she deliberately flashed him. Nevertheless, whether accidental or deliberate, she was always flashing him. While making most of her flashing appear accidental, she constantly and continually exposed herself to him. Seemingly, she enjoyed exposing her lingerie clad, topless, and/or naked body to her stepson as much as Christopher enjoyed seeing his stepmother, Brianna without her clothes.

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Many women love flashing their semi-naked and/or naked bodies. They love the sexual attention they receive when showing men something of their sexy and shapely semi-naked or naked bodies that they shouldn't see. Whether flashing their panties, their low-cut brassieres, their long lines of sexy cleavage, their naked asses, their naked pussies, and/or their naked tits, while enjoying sexually teasing men, many women love to flash.

Who could blame them? If you were born a sexy and shapely woman, wouldn't you flash men what they all hope to see of your beautiful, semi-naked and/or naked body? Wouldn't you sexually tease men by flashing men in exchange for free dinners, free drinks, clothes, jewelry, expensive perfume, and trips?

"If you show me your naked tits, I'll buy you a mink coat," said Gus, Ginger's new Mafia boyfriend.

Flashing doesn't make women whores, or does it? What do you think? Whether or not if they are whores depends on the flashing circumstances and depends on the flashing. Flashing could be accidental or unintentional as much as flashing could be deliberately planned and executed. Yet, unless you intimately knew the woman, you'd have no idea if she had deliberately flashed you or unintentionally flashed you.

When I think of exhibitionistic women I think of Kim Kardashian, Pamela Anderson, Paris Hilton, Cardi B, Britney Spears, Miley Cyrus, Lady Gaga, Jennifer Lopez, Lindsay Lohan, and Amber Rose, among many thousands of others. When I think of whores, oftentimes no difference between exhibitionist women, I think of the above listed women, as well as thousands of other women. Sometimes difficult to tell if flashing is deliberate or accidental, so very many women love to flash.

When I think of exhibitionistic women, I think of women who want sex, sex, and more sex. Women will definitely trade flashing sex for money. I think of women who love to suck cock as much as they love fucking cock. In the way that I now think of my deceased stepmother, when I think of exhibitionist women, I think of whores. Indeed, in the way that my stepmother, Brianna, deliberately flashed her topless and naked body to me and to unsuspecting men, she was a whore.

With me being sexually inexperienced and naïve, I thought that I was always at the right place and at the right time to see whatever I shouldn't see of my stepmother. I thought I was lucky to see all that I shouldn't see of my stepmother's beautiful, semi-naked and/or naked body. I always believed that I was fortunate to see upskirt peeks of her sheer, white panties, downblouse views of her revealing low-cut bras, and/or her long, line of sexy cleavage.

With her giving me even more to masturbate over by flashing me, I always believed that it was sexually exciting for me and embarrassing for her whenever I saw her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. Feeling sexually excited for myself, indeed, I felt embarrassed for her. Yet, with me constantly and continually walking around with an erection, contrary to how sexually excited that I felt seeing all that I saw of my stepmother that I shouldn't see, she never appeared embarrassed at all.

'Why isn't she not embarrassed that I saw her naked,' I thought? 'She deliberately flashed me? Has she no modesty? Has she no shame?'

A mystery to me, indeed, if anything, she appeared sexually aroused when flashing me. I figured because she was older and more sexually experienced, nudity didn't embarrass her as much as it sexually excited me. Yet, seeing her in all manner of undress is what I lived for and hoped to see over and again.

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'I can't believe that I saw my stepmother naked again,' I thought while sexually excited over all that I saw of my stepmother. 'What are the odds that I'd see her naked body twice in one day? I saw her naked this morning when she was getting dressed and again tonight when she was getting undressed. I'll be masturbating tonight, tomorrow, and every day thereafter, and for the rest of my life, over seeing so much of my naked stepmother.'

Little did I know that my stepmother was deliberately flashing me. Little did I know that my stepmother was sexually teasing me. Little did I know that my stepmother got off on showing me all that I shouldn't see of her nearly naked and/or her naked body. Little did I know that my stepmother was an exhibitionist. Little did I know that my stepmother was a whore.

Little did I know that my stepmother wanted me to see her in her short, sheer, low-cut, nightgowns. Little did I know that my stepmother wanted me to see her wearing her sheer, bikini panties and/or her sexy, low-cut bras. Little did I know that she wanted me to see her big, naked breasts, her blonde, trimmed, naked pussy, and/or her exquisitely shapely, naked ass. Little did I know that my stepmother would have sex with anyone, any time, including with me.

What did I know? With me only an 18-year-old art student, I was as sexual naïve as I was sexually innocent. I was a no nothing virgin who had yet to have sex with a naked woman. Forget about Playboy magazine, other than my stepmother, the only other women that I've saw naked were nude paintings by Francisco Goya, The Nude Maja, 1797-1800, Gustave Courbet, Sleeping Nude Woman, 1862, and Amedeo Modigliani, Reclining Nude, 1917-18. I received most of my sexual education by staring at art books in the public library before returning home to masturbate over them.

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"Oops. Sorry, Brianna," I said, not knowing what else to say when catching my stepmother without her clothes again.

Unable to stop staring at all that I was seeing and all that she was showing, I couldn't believe I was seeing Brianna naked again. Immediately, I had an erection. I saw my stepmother naked, yet, again. Unable to stop ogling her beautiful, naked body, I saw my stepmother's shapely, naked ass, her beautiful, naked breasts, her big, erect nipples, and her blonde, trimmed, naked pussy.

Daring myself to do so, wishing that I could masturbate in front of my stepmother, I didn't dare. Yet, I couldn't wait to masturbate over seeing my stepmother naked later today and every day thereafter. I couldn't wait to masturbate myself over imagining making out with her while touching and feeling her through her clothes. I couldn't wait to masturbate myself over imagining slowly stripping her naked while touching and feeling her naked body everywhere that a stepson should never touch and feel his naked stepmother. I couldn't wait to masturbate myself while imagining having forbidden sex with her.

Even though we weren't blood related, with her living under the same roof as me, all of my sexual thoughts about her were forbidden. I felt guilty as much as I felt ashamed to sexually lust over Brianna. How dare I lust over my father's widowed wife? What's wrong with me to ogle my naked stepmother? How dare I imagined stripping my stepmother naked while touching and feeling her everywhere and while imagining having forbidden sex with her. That's nasty. I'm nasty to sexually abuse Brianna by staring at her naked form.

"Sorry," I said again. "I didn't know you were in here taking a bubble bath," I said lying while trying not to stare at her nude body. "I would have knocked but the bathroom door was wide open. I just wanted to get a band aid," I said as my excuse for me being in her bathroom.

She laughed a sexy, melodious laugh. Instead of staying submerged in the bathtub, sexually exciting me as much as she sexually surprised me, she drained the water in the tub and stood. With her big breasts leaning with her, she was naked while reaching for a towel. I saw my stepmother naked. I couldn't believe that I saw her again without her clothes.

"Steaming up the mirror, it gets so hot in here that I take a bubble bath with my bathroom door wide open to get some air," she said with a nonchalant shrug. "With you having your own bathroom, I didn't think you'd be using mine," she said not covering her nudity as she sexily wiped her naked body with her bath towel.

Unembarrassed and unashamed, she stood before me totally naked while drying herself with her towel. Instead of excusing myself and immediately leaving her bathroom, I turned away from her to continue staring at her naked form through her bathroom mirror. With her seemingly unembarrassed and unashamed, and with her not asking me to leave, I stayed to ogle my naked stepmother.

Looking for any excuse to stay longer, I walked to her medicine chest to get a band aid for my imaginary cut. Hard to do, I briefly looked away from her while pretending that I didn't see anything. Yet, still not leaving the bathroom, with her not turning away from me nor protecting her modesty by covering her nudity with her towel, with her hands, and/or with her forearms, I turned to face her.

'Clearly, she wanted me to see her big, naked tits. She wanted me to see her shapely, naked ass. She wanted me to see her blonde, trimmed pussy,' I thought. 'Clearly, Brianna wanted me to see her naked.'

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I continued staring at her beautiful, naked body as if I was seeing a statue of Pauline Bonaparte, Napoleon's younger, favorite, and incestuous sister as Venus Victrix (Venus Victorious) by famed sculpture, Antonio Canova, 1780 to 1825. Unable to remove my eyes from her, I stood there in shock.

With Pauline reminding me of my stepmother, albeit looking nothing like her, Napoleon loved his sister dearly, as much as I loved my stepmother dearly. Her scandalous, sexual behavior caused her brother a lot of grief. Whereas most of Napoleon's siblings wished for royal titles, political power, and money, Pauline seemed to be only interested in one thing, and that one thing was sex, sex, and more sex. Indeed, Pauline was a whore, an exhibitionistic, incestuous whore. Along with sucking and fucking a multitude of men, shamefully shocking, she loved sucking and fucking her brother, too.

Sexually excited, even after seeing my stepmother topless and totally naked numerous times, I continued ogling her naked body. Unable to look away, I could never get enough of seeing her without her clothes. Unable to stop myself from staring, I had a difficult time not staring at all that she was showing and at all that I was seeing. Never tiring of seeing my stepmother's naked body, as if my eyes were glued to her naked form, I had a difficult time turning away.

Whether married or not, something that I didn't know until I read her diary, throughout her lifetime, much like Pauline Bonaparte, my stepmother, before remaining imprisoned in her house, had numerous lovers. Again, much like Napoleon's sister, Brianna loved pushing the boundaries of what was morally acceptable, sexual behavior. She loved to shock, provoke, and incite sexual controversy by deliberately flashing her semi-naked and naked body to unsuspecting men to see their shocked reactions.

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From all that I read in my stepmother's diary that I found lying open on her bed, she loved to suck as much as she loved to fuck. Something that I was surprised to learn, my stepmother was not only a whore but also, she was an exhibitionistic whore. She loved flashing her semi-naked and naked body as much as she loved having sex. Part and parcel, flashing was a big part of her having sex.

When I read what she wrote about her being an exhibitionistic whore, I couldn't help but wonder if she had been deliberately flashing me. I couldn't help but wonder if she had been sexually teasing me. Then, I wondered if she wanted to have forbidden sex with me as much as I wanted to have forbidden sex with her. I'd definitely have sex with my stepmother anywhere, anytime, and any place.

I couldn't tell. I didn't know. While masturbating over all that I frequently saw of my stepmother's gorgeous body, I only wished that I could have sex with her. I only wished that I could make love to her before fucking her. Only, with me a virgin, I didn't know how to sexually seduce my stepmother. Instead, all that I did was stare and masturbate myself later.

My sexual fantasy coming true, I'd love to touch and feel Brianna everywhere through her clothes while making out with her. Then, slowly removing her clothes, I'd love to strip my stepmother naked. Even though I had never eaten anyone's pussy or masturbated anyone, I'd love to eat my stepmother's pussy while masturbating her. Again, even though I never had a hand job or a blowjob, I'd love for my stepmother to give me my first-hand job and blowjob.

I'd love for her to suck my cock and allow me to cum in her mouth. Again, with me still a virgin, I'd love for my stepmother to make love to me before fucking me. In the way that I'd love to cum in her mouth, I'd love to cum in her pussy, too. Only, sexually naïve, I had no idea how to have my wicked, sexual way with my stepmother.

'Again, with her diary laying open on her bed, I wondered if she wanted me to find her diary. I wondered if she wanted me to read her diary. I wonder if she wanted me to know what a promiscuously, sexually exhibitionist, whore of a woman that she was,' I thought. 'Why else would she leave her personal, private diary in plain sight for me to find opened on her bed?'

Only, even after reading my stepmother's words, I could never think less of her. I could never think her an exhibitionistic whore. I thought of her as my angel sent to help me through my life and protect me after my father died. She was good to me. She was kind to me. We got along well together. She loved me as much as I loved her.

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With me an artist and an art student, I read about a woman who reminded me of my stepmother. Camillo Borghese commissioned a sculpture to be made of his wife, Pauline Napoleon, Napoleon's sister. Ahead of her day in her sexuality, Pauline allowed herself to be depicted as a bare-skinned Venus rather than the fully clothe, chaste, Goddess Diana whom her husband had envisioned and wanted the artist to capture, emulate, and sculpt. With her an exhibitionist and a whore, instead of being fully dressed, with her directing the scene, the sculpture depicted Pauline reclining semi-nude on a couch.

Even the sculptor, Antonio Canova, was embarrassed as Pauline modeled for him totally naked. With her as beautiful as she was sexy and shapely, his hands reportedly shook as he applied clay to her beautiful, naked body. When he saw the artist's rendering of his naked wife, Pauline's husband was so enraged, appalled, and humiliated that he hid the sculpture in the attic.

Despite having never seen it, with the word getting around, all of society gossiped about Pauline posing naked for Antonio Canova. Venus Victrix solidified the public's opinion of Pauline as a seductress, a loose woman, and an incestuous whore. With pictures of the famous sculpture online, today the sculpture can be viewed at the Galleria Borghese, what used to be the family residence, but is now an art gallery in Rome.

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"I didn't see anything," I said pretending that I didn't see anything while covering my eyes and averting my gaze from my stepmother's naked body when I walked in on her in her bathroom.

Drying herself off with a towel, I caught her standing naked in the bathtub. Clearly wanting me to see her naked, instead of covering herself with the towel, turning away from me, and asking me to leave, she turned to face me. With me seeing even more of her beautiful, naked body now, I couldn't believe she turned to face me. Then, when she deliberately dropped her towel and stood in the bathtub naked with her arms by her side, I turned to her and stared.

Embarrassed for her, I turned my head the other way before turning my head back to look at her again. Never have I seen a woman more beautiful. With her not covering her nakedness with her hands and/or with her forearms, I stared at my stepmother's beautiful, naked body. I couldn't stop staring at her. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was so shapely.

"Is that a new tattoo on your ass," I asked when noticing her new tattoo while hoping to delay my departure?

Unable to count how many times that I've already I've seen her topless and/or naked, I was sexually excited to see her without her clothes again. No doubt, I'll be masturbating over seeing her naked again. I took a step deeper into the bathroom and leaned at the waist for a closer look of her new tattoo.

"Is that a tattoo of Lily," I asked while staring at her tattoo and while ogling her naked ass?

Unable to help myself, I stared at the rest of her naked body while looking for more new tattoos. With her seemingly unembarrassed and unashamed enough to cover herself, I stared at her naked, D cup breasts, her erect nipples, her naked, shapely ass, and her naked blonde, trimmed pussy. My stepmother was, indeed, a rare beauty.

She laughed.

"I always wanted a tattoo of Lily, and what better tattoo to put on my naked ass than a tattoo of my cat," she said with another sexy laugh?

She turned her ass to me and leaned at the waist to give me a better look of her cat tattoo.

"I plan on putting a second tattoo of Lily over my pussy," she said.

She turned to me with a laugh while smoothing the skin above her pussy for me to better see where she wanted another tattoo of her cat.

"A pussy over my pussy," she said while laughing again. "What better place to put a pussy tattoo than above my pussy?"

'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'My stepmother deliberately showed me her naked pussy.'

Nearly parting her pussy lips and showing some pink, she showed me where she wanted a second tattoo of her cat.

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It sexually excited me to know that for my stepmother to get a tattoo of Lily on her ass, that she had to expose her naked ass to the tattoo artist. With it always crowded with men in tattoo parlors, I wondered how many men saw her naked ass and/or her naked pussy, too. I wondered if she was embarrassed or sexually aroused getting a tattoo of her cat on her naked ass.