First Experiences Of Exhibitionism At Home

As my body rapidly developed, I found immense pleasure in not only exploring myself, but showing it off as well.  I didn't want it to be fluke occurrence that my mum got to see me once from a distance in the locker room.  I was thinking of ways to normalize nudity at home in seemingly innocent ways.  Although I had crafty plans, thinking back on it, I may not have been as coy as I had thought.  These are the first four "at home" exposures around my mum and dad.  Things continued over the years, but these early memories are some of my favorites.

Mum Seeing Me Naked Briefly

Mum was the obvious first person for me to include in my nudity plans since there weren't any negative consequences from the first time at the pool.  Simple things like leaving the door partially opened when I showered or got dressed gave me some excitement, but chances were pretty remote that someone would intentionally look in at exactly the right moment.  

Luckily, the stars aligned for an opportunity.  Mum asked me to let her know when I was done with my shower, so we could talk about some upcoming appointments.  I finished my shower, put on a robe, and yelled down the stairs that I was done and would be in my room.  I threw off my robe, put a pair of undies on around my ankles, and waited.  Her footsteps were coming up the stairs, and my heart was beating so hard with anticipation.  As she entered my room, I made it seem like I was in the act of getting dressed and started to pull up my undies.  She briefly saw me naked from head to toe.  My pussy was shaved, and my boobs were perky.  She apologized and said she would come right back, but I told her, "It's fine, mum, what did you want?"  Pausing for a moment to think, she decided to stay and just started with the conversation.  I put on a pair of sweatpants before putting a bra on.  Later that night, I remember masturbating in my bed, recalling that quick encounter.

Mum Seeing Me Naked Up Close

My next opportunity was just a few days later.  I got undressed in the bathroom before a shower, turned the water on, but didn't hop in yet.  I pretended to need a new razor from the linen closet in the hall.  Since it would be a "real quick" trip, I didn't bother to put my robe on.  I heard Mum in the hallway, so that was my cue to leave.  Me, totally naked, acted surprised to see my mum.  I said, "Sorry! I just need to grab a razor real quick!"  

I did a hand bra and hand panty as a pathetic attempt for modesty.  I saw the razors right away in the closet, but on the spot, I pushed them behind a bunch of other things to prolong my time there.  "Mum, I can't find them!"  "They're on the middle shelf," she called back.  "They aren't there!"  She turned around and came over to the closet to help me look.  I stepped off to the side and relaxed my arms.  Mum was standing inches away from my exposed body.  She finally found them and handed me one, while her eyes surveyed my body up close.  I thanked her and ran back to the bathroom bare-bummed.  Usually, washing my face is first in the shower, but today, it was masturbating before anything else.

Dad Seeing My Boobs

Before long, I fantasized of a guy seeing me naked, too.  At home was the safest option for me now, and my dad was the obvious pick.  He's always been very chill and the softer one of my parents.  One day, he brought me home from band practice, and my mum was out with her friends.  I took a shower, put my robe on, and headed to the kitchen for dinner.  Any other day, I would have gotten dressed first, and my dad rightfully questioned me why I didn't.  "My robe is just so comfy, I wanted to stay like this."  He bought my lie.  My robe was baby blue, on the shorter and thinner side, but oh so silky soft.  

We sat at the barstools along our kitchen's peninsula and ate leftover pizza.  When either he or I got up to get more water or pizza, I would make small adjustments to my robe to make it looser.  I sat down and crossed my legs, which parted the robe's opening at the bottom.  I sneakily helped pull the material apart with one hand, while eating pizza with the other.  My pussy was pulsing, and its wetness was beginning to surface at the entrance.  My nipples hardened and were easily visible pressing against the thin fabric without having a bra on.  I loosened the belt a little, which gave more freedom for my top to open up.  Pretending to be lost in conversation and eating, I was aware that my boobs and nipples could be seen at certain angles, including a view that Dad had.  I squeezed my thighs together in short bursts to feed my hungry clit's need for attention.  The scent of my aroused pussy started to become slightly noticeable to me, but I don't know if he picked up on that detail with pizza in the room.  I saw his eyes drop to my chest several times, and he certainly got some good peeks.  

After dinner, I stayed at the peninsula and did my homework, while Dad popped in and out.  I continued teasing, while barely able to concentrate on my assignments.  In an attempt to show my pussy, I uncrossed my legs and pointed my knees toward the view of the kitchen.  It wasn't the best reveal, and I'm pretty sure he didn't see it, but it was a satisfying first attempt with dad overall.  After homework, and before Mum got back home, I went up to my room to masturbate and get my pjs on.

Dad Seeing Me Fully Naked

Over the next several days, I became more confident and determined for a "full reveal" to Dad.  Satisfied with how well the first experience went, I stuck to the same basic plan when it was just us two again, but I had some new ideas to ensure success.  My robe was recently laundered, so I had to get it from the laundry room in the basement before my shower.  I pulled the belt off, rolled it up, and threw it in one of the bins.  After my shower, I made my way down to the kitchen where dad was preparing chicken salads.  "Have you seen my robe belt, dad?"  "No, I have no idea," he answered, of course.  "It's ok, I guess I don't really need it."  

He didn't question me at all, but I showed a good effort of pulling the material tightly around myself before sitting down at the peninsula.  I sat holding the material in place with one hand, while using a fork with the other.  When getting a drink or cutting a bigger piece of chicken, I would let go, and things would open up a bit.  I got up to get more water, and when I did, the overlap of the fabric failed instantly.  Dad was looking right at me, but he didn't say a word.  I made a reasonable effort to get things situated again before sitting down and finishing the meal.  Although it was a brief exposure, I'm betting he got at least a little glimpse of my pubic area.

After dinner, he cleaned up the dishes and headed down to the game room in the basement to watch a football game.  I stayed up in the kitchen doing my homework and thinking what else I could possibly do in my time alone with dad.  Feeling naughty and horny, I took my robe off and draped it around the back of the chair while I did my homework.  I was fully naked, and the wood-grained texture of the seat added a new sensation as I rubbed my pussy over it.  Even though Dad didn't come upstairs, the riskiness was worth it to feed my sexual craving.  I probably would have chickened out, though, if I heard him coming up.

After finishing my homework, I put my robe on (still beltless) and joined my dad in the basement.  I put a glass of ice water on the end table, plopped down on couch and slouched next to him.  The couch was big enough to seat two very comfortably, but three people would be a stretch.  We were sitting no further than two feet from each other.  As sexy thoughts continued to flood my brain, my nipples hardened and my pussy became swollen once again.  I was still quite wet from when I was upstairs, and fresh wetness now added to the mix.  My breathing became more shallow, my heart rate increased, and the wetness from my pussy began to flood out to my inner thighs.  I spread my legs some, and nonchalantly began to part my robe with my hands at my sides a very little bit at a time.

Dad always liked it BRIGHT in the house, much to my dislike, but that day, it worked to my advantage.  There were several overhead can lights, and some were right above the couch.  In addition, he had the lamps on each of the end tables turned on, too.  I continued parting my robe millimeter by millimeter until, finally, my shaved mound started to become visible.  The brightness of the lights illuminated the contrast between my blue robe and skin in high clarity.  I spread my legs a little more, further helping to unwrap my little secret.  The silky fabric gliding over the area fueled my desire even more.  My pussy's signature scent dominantly filled the room, now without any competition.  I asked a mindless question about the game, and when he turned his head to me to answer, I saw his eyes wander to where my robe had parted, teasing with just a little bit of my pussy showing.  As he was explaining some rule to me, I reached over for the glass of water, which made the bottom of my robe open up fully from my movements.  My entire mound was now unveiled, and the bright lights revealed how wet my bare pussy really was.  My labia were swollen and all opened up, leaving nothing to the imagination.  I pretended not to notice anything as I did a slow and prolonged drink from my water cup.  Dad's eyes were locked on to my pussy, taking in all of my intimate details.

I was so nervous, excited, horny and a little shaky that it led to unplanned clumsiness.  I gagged a bit on the water, coughed, and spilled the water down my robe-covered chest.  Acting impulsively, I got up from the couch in a coughing fit.  My robe was opened up to a significant degree, but I wasn't really aware of that in the moment.  My dad got up and patted me on the back until my coughs subsided.  He was being sweet and made sure that I was ok.  Then, he said, "Let's get you dried off."  We kept extra clean towels in the laundry room, so I headed off in that direction.

My sexual charge returned to an overwhelming degree.  "I gotta get this thing off!" I said in a kind of annoyed and bratty tone.  "Ok, ok," I heard my dad say reassuringly.  I entered the laundry room first, and walked right past the towels.  In a rushed motion, I pulled one arm out of the wet robe, followed by the next, and rolled-up the robe in my arms.  I was naked with my bare bum facing Dad.  I opened up the laundry bin and got another spur-of-the-moment naughty idea.  My robe belt was in there.  "Hey!" I exclaimed, snapping out of my annoyance, "Is that my robe belt?"  My instinct was to stoop down in modesty to retrieve it, but my horniness took command.  I bent over at the waist and dug through the bin, passing up the belt over and over again.  I loved the thought of him seeing me like this, and I arched my back as I dug to really ensure he was getting the best view.  I grabbed the belt and turned to face him, and he was only a few feet behind me.  He had the towel opened up and handed it to me, but not before I saw his eyes take in a last good look of everything.  I dried off my front and headed off to my room to get dressed.  As I turned to leave the room, the towel still only covered my front, so he got one more bonus look at my bum.

When I got to my room, I was shaking from excitement.  I grabbed my trusty old brush from a dresser drawer and sat on the towel.  I rubbed my clit with one hand, while pushing the ribbed handle deep inside my soaking pussy.  It was a matter of seconds when my pussy clenched tightly onto the handle and flooded my brain with satisfaction.  Post-orgasm, I started to get scared that my dad would freak out on me or tell my mum of my shenanigans.  Fortunately, none of that happened.  I returned to the basement, had some laughs with him about it, and we had a normal evening.  Based on this event and future events, I don't think my parents ever shared notes on what I did around each of them.

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