Research

I started my search simply. I googled the term. I read the definition, and some scientific articles from mental health professionals about the term. These unnerved me a great deal. Eventually I was led to other sources. These were sites for exhibitionists. They posted stories about their adventures into public, naked deliveries, skinny dipping, strip games, and even arriving naked at parties populated by their friends. They seemed to encourage each other with bolder dares, and some even had video and photographic evidence. People much less attractive and older than myself had no qualms about stripping off in front of strangers and friends, and they were usually well received!

I was getting turned on. What started out as an adventure into education was becoming a mission of discovery. I began imagining myself as the girls in the videos and stories. I ran my hand into my pajamas and began rubbing my moist clit. I closed my eyes and imagined boys soaking in my fair skin and smooth curves. I imagined them jerking off to memories of my body later that night and brought myself to climax after climax over the next few hours.

When I finally got worn out by my masturbation marathon, it was 2 P.M. I still hadn't bathed, so I removed my pajamas and through them in the hamper. I never wore underwear with my pajamas. I took a quick shower to wash away the smell of sex and night sweat and put on a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top. I would be dressing soon enough for the party and had no plans to leave the house, so simple would suffice. I walked downstairs to meet with mom. She saw me enter the living room and promptly shut off the vacuum cleaner. She smiled, sat on the couch, and patted the seat next to her. I returned the smile and accepted her invitation. She adopted a serious face of interest and spoke one word.

“So?” I was a shaking ball of nerves thinly disguised by a smile. I kept my eyes on my feet as I told her about what I had seen, and what I had felt. It might sound weird that I even told her I pleasured myself imagining I was the women in the videos, but she had always been the free spirit. Me and Tom kept no secrets from her, and she has never been a surprised or ungrateful confidant. I was surprised when I realized her stern face of concern had developed into smile. She saw my eyes widen at this, and quickly embraced me in a hug. This was not what I was expecting.

“Apple,” she said gesturing with one hand to support an invisible apple, “Tree” she stated and completed the visual by dropping the apple right under the tree. I couldn't help but laugh with her. My shattered nerves were returning. She told me she had realized that she was an exhibitionist in college. She began opening up to me about her own experiences. She had been to the party naked, she had paid the pizza guy in the buff, she said that every friend of her and dad had seen her naked at least once for the first 10 years they were married. She said she only calmed down because she was nearly 30 and had children.

“A real domesticated housewife,” she said.