The Perfectly Imperfect Marriage Ch. 03

'Wow, that's so hot seeing a naked ass and a naked pussy. I can't wait to masturbate over that,' thought Jim after having another successful day of up-skirt voyeurism.

With their short skirts exposing their panties and their low cut tops exposing their cleavages and bras, where most women were exhibitionists, Jim was a voyeur. Back then, with the sexual revolution of the '60's in high gear, Jim loved being a man. If he wasn't roaming the college campus or sitting there by the subway grate, he sat where women converged at the student center to sit on the outside steps in their short skirts to check their schedules and classes. The women sitting there paid more attention to their class schedules than to the way that they were sitting while exposing their panties to passing, horny men.

Normally otherwise morally modest back then, but especially with women wearing such short skirts, women had a way of forgetting their decorum. With their minds more on fashion than on modesty, they sometimes forgot or weren't paying attention to how they were sitting and what they were showing, especially when busy talking to one another. There was something so sexually erotic and exciting when seeing the sexy underwear of oblivious women that he had never met. He couldn't wait to masturbate over all that he saw of women later that night.

### Debbie Dear Debbie ###

A late bloomer, Jim didn't discover women and specifically masturbation until he turned 18-years-old. Too busy reading and with schoolwork, he wasn't interested in women until he started college, roamed the campus, sat by the underground grate, hung around the student center, and when he met Mary at the library. Then, once he discovered women, with tits, asses, and pussies on his mind more than debits, credits, and financial statements, he was suddenly sex crazed. He was an admitted pervert.

Alas, with his beloved Mary a virgin, or so he thought, and not giving him more than a kiss and a feel of her modest breasts outside of her blouse or sweater, he started masturbating while imagining having sex with her. She never did anything more than to leave her hand on his bulging prick through his pants when he moved her hand to his lap at the movies. Always masturbating before he met Mary, now that he lusted over her, he masturbated even more.

He masturbated while imagining Mary in her sexy bra and panties. He masturbated while imagining her topless and/or naked. He masturbated while imagining making love to her before fucking her and pounding her pussy as fast and as hard as he could. He imagined her stroking his prick before sucking his prick and cumming in her mouth while watching her swallow his cum. If only Mary knew that he masturbated over seeing her naked and having sex with her as much as he masturbated over his sister, his mother, his grandmother, and Debbie, wouldn't she be surprised?

Jim felt remorsefully guilty over having sex with his grandmother. He felt perversely ashamed stalking the college campus to spy coeds' underwear. If only he knew that his beloved Mary was no virgin, wouldn't he be surprised too?

With him not the only degenerate in their relationship, if only he knew that his beloved Mary was as much of a whore as was her best friend, Debbie, wouldn't he be shocked? With Debbie a stripper, a prostitute, and a whore addicted to sex, and with Mary a student and part-time librarian wouldn't he be shocked that his beloved Mary was addicted to sex too? If only he knew how many men Mary had sucked and fucked, he may not have married her.

Then, again, if only Jim knew that Mary was a whore, perhaps he would have insisted that she'd have sex with him. Perhaps he would have insisted that she'd make love to him and allow him to fuck her. Perhaps he would have insisted that she blow him and allow him to cum in her mouth. With Jim a pervert, if only he knew that Mary was a whore, perhaps he would have wanted her to participate in the swinging lifestyle and be a swinger. Only, as far as Mary was concerned, she wanted to sow all her wild oats before she was married then, once she was married, she'd become the morally modest, respectful wife.

After discovering masturbation, his favorite, temporary, pastime and sexual release before he had even met Mary, he masturbated over the thoughts of seeing his mother, Carol, in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. He masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with his MILF of a mother. He masturbated over the thoughts of seeing his sister, Kathy, in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. He masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with his sexy sister. He masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with his MILF of an aunt, Nancy, and his sexy cousin, Donna. He even masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with his flirty and sexually outrageous grandmother, Ruth.

### Debbie Dear Debbie ###

Something to use as fodder for masturbation when alone later, he went out of his way to try and catch his mother and sister changing out of their clothes, especially when they changed in and out of their bathing suits. He listened at their bedroom doors while trying to determine when they were undressing. Then, by barging in on them without knocking, in the matter of a few months, with them all still living in the same house, three women with one horny, young man, he saw his mother in her bra and panties several times. He even caught his modestly moral mother topless once by sheer accident when opening her bedroom door without knocking.

Not even giving her a chance to cover her nakedness with her hands and forearm, he opened her bedroom do so fast that if she had been standing behind it, he would have knocked her unconscious. In the way that he stared at his mother's naked breasts, her nipples, and her areolas, he acted as if he had never seen a woman's naked breasts before. After seeing hundreds of naked breasts if not thousands of naked breasts at the library and in Playboy and Penthouse magazines, seeing his mother's naked breasts added to his sexual perversity. These weren't just any women's tits, these were his mother's tits.

"Oops, sorry, Mom," he said not looking away but continuing to stare at her big naked breasts as if she was holding two, big bags of money.

Slow to cover her naked breasts, she covered her tits as best as she could with her hands.

"Next time, knock, please," she said.

He immediately went to his room to masturbate over all that he saw of his topless mother.

'I saw my mother's tits. I can't believe I saw my mother's tits,' he thought while masturbating himself and while recalling the image of his mother's naked breasts, her areolas, and her nipples as he exploded his cum all over his naked chest and stomach.

Masturbating for years over seeing his mother's naked breasts, his mother had shapely tits, a C cup rack. She had breasts as big as his grandmother's breasts. His sister taking after her mother and grandmother, had C cup breasts too. With all three women having hot bodies, he didn't care who he saw in their bra and panties, topless, or naked, all the same to him, it was just a way for him to masturbate over all that he saw. His voyeurism and their exhibitionism was at their expense was his much-needed fodder for his masturbation.

With his sister sitting around the house so carelessly, he always saw up-skirt views of her white panties and down-blouse peeks of her cleavage and bra, but he only saw his sister naked once. After taking a shower, she was always walking around the house getting ready with a towel on her head and another towel wrapped around her naked body. An incestuous sexual fantasy of his, wanting and wishing he could expose her naked body to his horny eyes, he was always so tempted to sneak up behind her and pull her towel off her naked body. He'd have years of masturbation fodder if he dared do that as his way to see his sexy sister naked.

Then, one day, when rushing around trying to get ready for a date, with her arms raised over her head, her too loose towel slid from her naked body when she was drying her hair in the bathroom after taking a shower. With him brushing his teeth in the bathroom at the same time, staring at her naked body through the bathroom mirror, before turning to face her, just as he couldn't believe his luck he couldn't believe his eyes. His sister was naked. He couldn't believe his sexy sister was naked. He couldn't have had a better voyeuristic moment if he planned it.

'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'I don't believe this. This is unbelievable. I can't wait to masturbate over seeing Kathy naked.'

As if he ripped the towel from her naked body, he couldn't believe his incestuously, horny eyes. As if she was a deer caught in the headlights of a car, without immediately reacting to her nakedness, she stood there before her brother naked for a moment. With his 22-year-old sister the first naked woman he had ever seen in person, as if he was imagining it, he stared at her in the same way that he stared at his mother's naked breasts.

"Pervert. Stop staring at me, you pig. I'm not sister, for God sakes," said his sister squatting down to retrieve her towel. "God, you're such a pervert. You're such a sick pig. Get out of my bathroom," she said suddenly looking down at his pajama bottoms bulging out in front. "Do you have an erection?" She looked at him before returning her stare to his pajama bottom. "You have an erection. Oh, my God! Get out! Mom!"

He stared at her as if he was sexually fantasizing about seeing his sister naked.

"Wow," was all that he could say while leaving the bathroom with an erection.

Immediately, he retired to his bedroom to masturbate himself. He stripped off his pajama bottoms and underwear and fell back sideways on his bed with his naked torso facing his bedroom door. He grabbed a handful of tissue and stroked himself faster and harder while thinking of his sister's big, naked breasts, her brown trimmed pussy, and her round, naked ass. Stroking himself faster and harder, just as he ejaculated a huge load of warm, oozy cum all over himself, in the way that he burst in his mother's bedroom, his sister burst in his bedroom without knocking.

Instead of immediately leaving, watching his cum filled masturbation show, she stood there staring at his exposed prick in the way that he stared at her naked body. Instead of immediately leaving, she watched him cumming. Instead of immediately leaving and closing his bedroom door behind her, she lambasted him for staring at her naked body while she was now staring at him naked and masturbating himself.

"Pervert! God, you're such a pervert," she said staring at his exposed prick. "I can't believe you're masturbating over seeing me naked. I'm your sister. You're sick, Jimmy. You're really sick. Mom," she yelled slamming his bedroom door shut.

### Debbie Dear Debbie ###

After reading about women who deliberately dropped their towels to flash pizza delivery men, mailmen, UPS drivers, and FedEx drivers, he always wondered if his sister deliberately dropped her towel to flash him. Even though he enjoyed masturbating to the thought of his sister deliberately flashing him her naked body, he seriously doubted that she did. The first time his sister was naked in front of him, she screamed and picked up her towel before he could even get a good, long look at her naked tits, her naked ass, and her naked pussy.

Beyond embarrassed and mortified, Kathy obviously wasn't as sexually attracted to her brother as he was to his sister. Just as it sexually excited him to see his sister naked, it sexually excited him that his sister saw his naked prick. It sexually excited him that his sister watched him masturbating himself while she knew that he was masturbating over seeing her naked body. With her never removing her eyes from his exposed prick, it sexually excited him that she saw him cum.

Replaying it over again in his mind, he couldn't believe his sister stood there watching him stroking his cock as he shot a huge load of cum all over his chest and stomach. Yet, between seeing his mother's naked breasts, seeing his sister naked, and his sister seeing him masturbating himself, he now had plenty to masturbate over. Without a doubt, he'd be masturbating over his mother's big tits, his sister's hot naked body, and his sister seeing his erect prick for years.

His sexy, immorally immodest grandmother was a different story. She was nothing like his mother and sister. Carefree and unencumbered, having worked as a nude model for artists for years, she could have been a nudist. With her admitting to having a lot of sex with a lot of men, she briefly lived her life as a hippie in Vermont and as a Bohemian in the East Village of New York. She even attended Woodstock and shed her clothes in the pouring rain to play in the mud. Adding color to their otherwise boring lives, she lived with them in the spare bedroom.

As if she wasn't wearing anything at all, he couldn't count how many times he had seen his 68-year-old grandmother in her sheer, short, low-cut, revealing nightgown without the modesty of a robe. With him barging in his grandmother' bedroom without knocking in the way that he barged in his mother's and sister's bedrooms without knocking, he had seen his grandmother in her bra and panties, topless, and naked numerous times. Only, in the way that his mother covered her nakedness and his sister screamed, his grandmother never made a move to protect her modesty from his horny eyes.

Too much of a coincidence to see her without her clothes so often, he figured his grandmother was an exhibitionist and was deliberately flashing him. A virtual cum machine, he was always masturbating. When he wasn't masturbating over the imagined thoughts of his girlfriend, Mary, in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked, he masturbated over all the up-skirts views and down-blouse peeks that he saw on campus. He couldn't count how many times he masturbated over imagining seeing his mother and sister in their bras and panties, topless, and/or naked. He couldn't count how many times he masturbated over all that he saw of his grandmother in her sexy nightgowns, in her bra and panties, and topless and/or naked.

Now that he saw his mother topless, his sister naked, and his grandmother in all manner of undress, he had seen all three generations of the women in his family. With him inexperienced enough and curious enough, he'd have incestuous sex with his grandmother if he could. Horny enough to masturbate over seeing his grandmother's sexy and shapely semi-naked and naked body, he started returning the favor of flashing her in the way she always flashed him. Whenever his mother and sister weren't home, in the way his grandmother wore her sexy nightgowns without the modesty of a bathrobe, he walked around his grandmother wearing pajama bottoms without the modesty of underwear.

Allowing his morning erection to make a surprise appearance, he deliberately flashed his grandmother in the kitchen when they were alone. With her at eye level to enjoy his show of exhibitionism, his best flash was when she was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee and he leaned over for the cereal. As if he had perfectly planned it, even though he hadn't, his erect cock popped out of his pajama bottom pee hole and nearly hit the side of her face.

"Careful," she said touching and pushing away his stiff prick with her fingertips. "You could have poked my eye out with that thing," she said laughing.

'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'My grandmother not only saw my cock but also she touched my cock,' he thought. 'I can't believe she saw my erect prick. I can't believe she touched my erect prick. I can't wait to masturbate over my grandmother seeing and touching my erect cock,' he thought while sexually excited and eager to masturbate over this later.

To be continued...

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