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In a porn, hentai and erotica filled world where so many versions of a submissive, embarrassed, humiliated and exposed female exist, including an entire genre of ENF, I wondered what if a little spin were applied. What if an unwitting male experienced many of the cliches and tropes that so many females are ‘exposed' to? (pun intended) This is a fun, sexy, lighthearted story where the guy gets put through exposure, humiliation, and in some cases, sudden and unexpected sex, all while finding unexpected romance. ENM or EXPOSED NAKED MALE is not as common and prevalent as ENF or EXPOSED NAKED FEMALE, but I think we can all have some fun and enjoy this tale. All cliches are intentional, and the exposure incidents will be spread out amidst the romance and overall story for greater impact.

Any people, places, names, products or events mentioned are done so without permission or endorsement, this is a work of fiction. Names have been randomly generated then chosen to suit the characters.

My name is John, I am 19 years old, stand 5' 11" with very short black hair, hazel eyes, a nice smile, and live at home with my mom Grace, and her girlfriend Michelle, while my dad is remarried and lives in another city. Mom and Michelle have been together almost three years and Michelle moved in and has lived with us the last two. It was a weird morning because suddenly Michelle was sitting on the edge of the bed beside me, touching me and asking if I was awake. Michelle is a few years younger than my mom, 33 with long, black hair, beautiful blue eyes, a fit body, and an amazing smile. Any man would be lucky to sleep with Michelle and she loves my mom at least as much as I do. She also thinks it's funny when she catches me staring at her, specifically her body. Now, as she sat on the edge of my bed, hair damp from a shower, and barely wrapped in a soft, pink towel, I sighed and said "Good morning." Michelle smiled a flirty smile and said "Baby, if I thought for a second you could handle me, I would fulfil every one of your fantasies."

What?

I blinked and Michelle said "Focus, I would like to talk to you about something." It all happened so fast, I couldn't make it up if I tried. I pushed the covers aside, attempted to get out of bed to go pee, and ended up tangled naked on the floor with Michelle. My morning wood combined with excitement of Michelle wet and wrapped in a towel was too much for my straining briefs as Michelle lost her towel. In the fall, seemingly scripted straight from ‘THE PROPOSAL', I landed almost perfectly atop Michelle with my raging cock pressing against her wet slit as she blew her hair out of her face and huffed "Don't move. Let me think." One of us shifted, the other moved, and then I felt an explosion of wet, hot pleasure as my cock penetrated Michelle, slid deep inside her, and then she was gripping me and screaming "OH MY GOD FUCK ME."

Since my dream was coming true, I fucked her.

We went at it fast, hard and loud, right there on my bedroom floor. Michelle rubbed, touched and grabbed me as I flat out drove her like I stole her. I didn't last long and it didn't matter because as I saw red and my cock throbbed, Michelle screamed "OH MY FUCKING GOD YES" and then had one mother of an orgasm. I exploded and pumped into Michelle with everything I had until I could see and think, then realized she was holding me and talking about how my mom was right. How she was always right. It was surreal, all of it, but especially when Michelle led me to my small shower, got in with me, and said that my mom had been saying for weeks that one way or another, I would end up sleeping with Michelle. I was quiet as we washed up, let Michelle do most of the talking, and as we got out to dry off, she touched my face and said "Thank you. Thank you for the attention, for making me feel sexy, for wanting me."

I sighed.

Michelle kissed me softly, relaxed and let it turn into a full kiss, then touched my face again and said "You understand what this was and I hope you understand why it can't happen again." I smiled and said "Thank you." She blinked, blushed, then asked "Are you thanking me for sex?" I nodded and said "Yes, and for being perfect in every way." Michelle stared at me, through me, maybe past me, then touched my face

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