My Exhibitionist Mom Book Six
Jill Jacobson
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MY EXHIBITIONIST MOM, BOOK SIX
Hi, and welcome to the continuing adventures of Amie, the exhibitionist Mom, her Daughter Jill, and all their friends! There’s Jill’s friend Rhonda from down the street; Mary, her brother and her Mom; Helen and her masturbation therapist; “Ginger,” the movie star Mom; Poppy, the free-spirit artist; Prisha, the Indian nerd-girl and her quirky Mom; and the sexy security guard. I hope you enjoy their antics as much as I have….
This book, and the others in the “My Exhibitionist Mom” series, by Jill Jacoboson, are available at Bookapy.com.
CHAPTER 51-THE FACEBOOK PHOTO
(NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED AS OVER 18)
Patty called me up all excited and said her Mom had bought a camcorder, and she was recording little lessons about hygiene and stuff to post online (she’s a nurse). She said come on over I have a fun and sexy idea. That pricked my ears up, and if I were a guy it would have pricked my prick up!
When I came in Mrs. Hicks was vacuuming (she works a night shift), and she waved and smiled at me, then pointed into Patty’s room. I waved back and went down the hall. Patty was in her bra and panties. “Patty! What are you doing, your Mom’s right outside!”
Patty said, “I’m just getting myself into the mood. She won’t look in here, she said she’s in a hurry to get her chores done and get out to the store before work. If I close the door THEN she will be suspicious and inquisitive!”
I asked, “What’s your little plan?”
She held up the video recorder. “Nothing earth-shattering, but I have a fun idea. Mom bought this thing, and I thought we might use it to post a picture of us masturbating on Facebook!”
I went over to Patty who was sitting on her bed, and started poking around her hair, looking intensely. I said, “I’ll just be a second, Patty, I’m looking for the hole in your head where your brains leaked out. Exactly what the hell are you talking about?”
She laughed, “Here’s what we do: we set up the camera over there, and we leave our tops on and we’re naked from the waist down. We jerk off like we always do, only this time we are smiling right at the camera. We finish at the same time, still smiling. Trust me, you are going to come like a volcano with that camcorder staring at you.”
“And you’re going to post the video of us jerking off on Facebook? Are you nuts?”
“No just a photo. Here’s where my evil mind comes in handy: We use the video software to zoom in on us, so that our pussies are out of the shot. And we get to exactly the spot we want in the tape, right before our orgasms, and freeze the frame. And there it is, a picture of Jill and Patty at Patty’s house, smiling and laughing over who knows what, girl talk about boys of course! Our hands are down between our legs somewhere but you can’t see them! Two teenage girls having the time of their life, with their fingers masturbating their wet pussies, but no one will see that part!”
“God Patty, you are a sick individual. Your diabolical, dirty, disgusting, depraved mind should be examined for science. You should also receive a medal, ‘cause that is kind of a brilliant idea. I am all IN!”
“YAY! Let’s start right now! I have some tight fitting knit pullovers for us, no bra. Trust me, this will be one of the hottest things we’ve ever done!” I stripped all my clothes off, I could still hear the vacuum in the hall. Patty took her bra off and slipped on her stretchy top and I did the same. She set the camcorder up on her dresser and turned it on. She pointed to the bed, and I sat down as she looked through the viewfinder and adjusted the position. She stepped out of her panties and joined me on the bed.
“Should we just start?” I asked.
“Yup, I don’t see any reason to not beat around the bush! Start playing, and don’t forget to smile!” I watched her hand, straight and stiff, moving straight up and down over her vulva. She was looking right at the camera with a huge smile on her face. She said, “Look at the camera, not at me, dummy!” Oh yeah. Beaming brightly at the camera, I ran my finger up and down my slit. I was sopping wet, and juices were running down my thigh already and onto her bedspread. I never masturbate using just my forefinger running up and down my clit, but I felt like I was going to come right away if I did it like I usually do. Thinking about her Mom seeing the stain there made me even more excited.
Patty said through her smile, “How are you coming along over there? I’m getting going here. I’m dripping wet with that thing staring at me.”
“Yeah me too. I’m dripping onto your bedspread. I don’t think this is going to take too long.”
“Don’t stop smiling, whatever you do, that’s the moment we have to capture.”
“Oooh. Oh yeah. I’m getting close. Are you getting close?”
“A little more. Give me a little more time, I’m getting there. I have to jerk a little more. Close.”
“Shit I’m almost ready-I have to stop or I’m going to pop off too soon.”
“Okay stop and let me catch up. Still jerking over here.”
I sat there smiling at my unseen audience while I listened to the wet sounds of Patty stroking her bush up and down. She said, “Okay. Okay. Yes, here we go. Here we go. Oh! I think it’s going to happen soon. Oh, Yeah! Start up again Jill. Start masturbating again.”
“Okay, I’m doing it. I’m going to pop in about one minute, can you get there too?” “Yes. Yes, I think I can do it in about a minute and a half. Wait for me. Don’t go over the edge until I say. And keep up your smile.”
Just then I noticed that I didn’t hear the vacuuming anymore, and then I heard Mrs. Hicks call from the living room, “Patty? PATTY?” I looked over at Patty and she was bucking her hips like she was about to go into orgasm. She stopped abruptly with a look of horror at me and went to her door and looked out into the hall, her fully-clothed top showing, her nude bottom out of view. I couldn’t hear her Mom but I heard Patty say, “Yeah” and “I will” to her a couple times and then she said, “OK I’ll see you later.” Patty rushed back onto the bed. “Crap I was almost done. It shouldn’t take me long though. Wait for me.” Her hand went back to rubbing up and down on her bush.
“Ungh… ugh… uh…” She smiled a wide smile. “Don’t forget to smile. Are you almost ready to come?”
Boy was I ever. I said, “Yes hurry up, I’m ready to come now.”
“UH… Ungh… OH Yeah. SMILE!” I smiled the biggest smile I had, and just then I heard Patty’s Mom yell, “OK? Did you hear me?”
And Patty yelled, “YES MOM, I HEARD YOU! OH, OH… UH YES!” And she came in a rush, beaming from ear to ear and the whole thing set me off and I came in a huge orgasm, juices running down my thigh and my leg, too. I heard the front door close.
Patty said, “OH MY GOD that was strong. I came so hard.”
“Me too. Even your Mom calling in here was dangerously exciting! Let’s take a look at the finished product!” It took about 20 minutes of downloading, uploading and playing with the video file, but we ended up with a photo of us looking like we were laughing at something epic, but weirdly unnatural, our nipples straining through our knit shirts and our hands between our legs, but it all seemed quite innocent if you didn’t know that we were furiously masturbating to orgasm with Patty’s Mom not 50 feet away, calling in to Patty. Already we were getting “likes” and “loves.” A laughing face from Ada! Did she guess what we were up to? I was dying to find out….
CHAPTER 52-MARY’S HOUSE
(NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED AS OVER 18)
I had the surprise of my life when I went to Mary Duckworth’s house. She invited me for dinner (which was great) with her family (the Dad was away) and then to watch a movie afterward. The movie was the one where Dana Delaney (who reminds me a little bit of my own exhibitionist Mom) is nude a few times in it and shows her full bush!. Mary and I were on one side of the couch, her Mom in the middle holding a pillow on her lap, and Mary’s younger brother Adam and his friend Carl were on the other side.
The movie was kind of dumb but sort of sexy, and all of a sudden, to my surprise, Mary slips down off the couch and onto the floor. She pulls her shirt up (she’s not wearing a bra, so her tits are showing), shoves her hand down her bottoms and starts going at it. She is masturbating. Her Mom looks over at me, and I’m sure I’m gaping, with a shocked look on my face. Mrs. Duckworth didn’t seem fazed at all, and looked over at me with a smile. “I’m not sure if Mary mentioned it to you,” she said to me, “but we have a free pass rule over here, and Adam and Mary are allowed to masturbate whenever they want, wherever they want, as long as it doesn’t inconvenience or offend anyone else. We would rather that they give themselves pleasure than become sexually active with another person and get pregnant or even worse, married!”
She said, “Look at her go! Her hand is really moving in there isn’t it! Ha ha! Does this inconvenience or offend you, Mary? If so, speak up. Otherwise I’m sure she’ll continue until she reaches orgasm. She’s really doing it isn’t she!” Mary was ignoring this chit-chat. She sometimes looked over at her mother or me, with no expression, and didn’t stop jerking.
I said, “Yes, Mrs. Duckworth, I’ve never seen her do it before. But she looks like she’s going to come soon. That’s a pretty good rule you have here; more parents should take such an active role in their kids’ masturbation. I’m not offended by it at all, and in fact I think it’s quite exciting.” Mary glanced at me, no expression but breathing hard.
Her Mom said, “Are you going to come, Mary? You going to jerk all the way off in front of your friend? She doesn’t seem to mind, does she? I think she even wants to watch you do it. I’d like to see it too! Go ahead, Mary, come in front of us. Even your brother is watching now.” And then, amazingly, her little brother Adam stands up, pulls down his pants, and grabs his pecker, pulling up and down on it. He’s facing Mary, and Mary lifts her ass up on the floor and pulls her bottoms all the way off. Mrs. D says, “Listen Adam, and you too, Mary, I don’t want you to jerk off onto the furniture or the rug and make a mess. That’s a rule, too.”
Adam’s friend is stroking his cock through his jeans too, and it’s all I can do to strip off and put my fingers in my cunt. I’ve never seen anything like this. Mrs. D is chuckling to herself, and says, “Look at them go! They’re both going to jerk all the way off. You going to go all the way, Adam?” He just kept jerking his cock, looking over at Mom once in a while, and Mary too, and me too, no expression, just like his sister.
Mrs. D said, “What about you, Adam’s friend? I forgot your name. Do you want to take a turn? Adam, you can shoot on me if you want, these clothes are going right into the wash.” Adam walked over, still pulling on his cock and stood in front of his Mom, jerking as fast as he could. Then Adam’s friend stood up, and he pulled his cock out of his unzipped pants and started jerking too.
Adam looked over at his Mom, pointed his head over at his friend and said, “Carl.”
Mrs. D said, “You might as well come on over too, Carl. You can shoot on me as well. The more the merrier!” She was having a grand old time. “What about your friend, Mary, why don’t you ask her if she wants to masturbate too!”
Mary looked at her Mom, pointed her head over at me and said, “Jill.”
“Jill, why don’t you join the fun if you want? You’ll have to catch up-look at Mary, she looks ready to pop!”
I don’t know what possessed me, but I took down my pants and ripped off my shirt, and there I was in my bra and no pants or panties, and started making the circular motion on my mons that I always do when I masturbate. “Okay, Mrs. Duckworth, I think I’d like to masturbate as well. This has me a little worked up!”
“Thatta girl, Jill! You can strip all the way off if you’d like. We’re all friends here. Let’s see you come too!” I stood up, shucked my panties off and unhooked my bra. I started finger-fucking myself, bucking my hips back and forth. Mrs. D got into the fun and pulled her sweatshirt up over her nicely-shaped, medium-sized breasts.
She said, “Come on Adam and Carl, let’s see you shoot! You can shoot on my belly or breasts if you’d like, not my face. Look at them go, Jill, have you ever seen hands move so fast in your life?”
“Yes, Mrs. Duckworth, they are really going at it! How about you? Are you going to masturbate, too? You have beautiful breasts, if I may be allowed to say so.”
“Oh no, Jill, I don’t have to go right now. The rule is mostly for the kids, although as you can see, we are not shy around here! I’m pretty sure they have both caught me masturbating once or twice, is that right, kids? And thank you for the compliment.” They both nodded their heads, so they were indeed paying attention to the chatter. “I might play with it later on, before bed. I find sometimes that it helps me sleep.”
She said, “Look at Jill, Adam, isn’t she pretty with her clothes off? She looks like she’s catching up pretty quickly. She has quite a body, doesn’t she!”
I said, “Yes, its true, Mrs. Duckworth, I could come quite quickly, but I want to watch everybody else finish!” It was too much for Adam. He was looking right at my jiggling tits. Then he looked back down at his Mom, and stood right up in front of her, bucking his hips forward and back in rhythm, and each time a good healthy spurt of come shot out of his cock. Some landed on Mrs. D’s breasts, her shirt and her exposed belly. She just sat there chuckling, she moved her hands out to her sides so that she was open to receive. That set off Carl, who came running up in front of her and jerked about 10 eruptions of sperm onto her, in the same areas.
“Ha ha ha ha!” She laughed, “That is certainly two nice loads of come! You two must have been saving that up!” Just then Mary stood up, went over to her Mom, pushed the boys to either side and straddled her hips so that she could come onto her without making a mess on the rug. Her hand was moving quickly up and down on her pussy, and her Mom whispered, “That’s it Mary, finish off now. I know your friend wants to watch you do it. You can come onto me, too. Go ahead Mary, let it out. Let it all out now.”
And Mary let out a huge “AHHHHHHHHHH” and spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt all over the top of her mother’s pants and her belly.
Now I was ready. I wanted to push the envelope a little bit, so I positioned myself off to the side so I could get a little distance going with my squirt. “Here I come, Mrs. Duckworth, are you ready? I can’t wait to squirt onto your breasts! Pull your shirt up a little higher for me.”
She did, and her nipples, wet with boy AND girl come were at full attention. “Wow Jill, can you reach my breasts from there?”
“Yes, I think I can, Mrs. Duckworth, here I go!” And without further ado, with my finger fucking in and out of my pussy, a big smile on my face, I yelled, “Here I come! I’m coming!” And I produced a flowing stream of juice onto her breasts, and belly, and also aimed some onto Mary, who was still straddling her Mom, her eyes wide open now.
I was spent after the last stream of juice left my spasming pussy, and I collapsed back onto the couch, into the fetal position. The boys took their leave, Carl thanking Mrs. D profusely! Mary looked gassed too, she had slunk back down with her back against the couch in-between her Mom’s legs. Mom was languishing in the moment, her tits still bare, come drying on her body. She went back to the movie and I fell asleep.
When my eyes opened, it might have been a half-hour later or it might have been an hour, who knows. But I was surprised to see the curious sight of Mary’s head bobbing up and down, as she was sitting on the floor between the legs of her Mother, who was still sitting on the couch. It took me a minute to understand that Mary was still truly and obviously fast asleep, and Mrs. Duckworth’s hand was down her own pants, masturbating up and down. It was a funny sight, because Mary never woke up, even as her head was gently going up and down. I saw her Mom hold her breath, tense up, and then slowly let out her breath. She had reached her orgasm. I thought the show was over then, but she did it TWO more times, each one a little bit faster. Then she was done. She pulled her her hand out of her pants, then extricated herself out from underneath Mary’s head and went off to bed, thinking I was still asleep. I woke Mary up a couple minutes later and we trotted off to a deep slumber in her room.
CHAPTER 53-TICKLISH SITUATION
(NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED AS OVER 18)
I don’t remember what started this but Mom had me down on the floor and she was tickling me like crazy! She knows how ticklish I am! I can’t take it! I am at her mercy. “MOM! Cut it out I’m going to pee!”
“Well I’m not going to stop so you might as well let it out! I’m going to change your sheets today anyway!”
“Mom! I’m serious! I’m going to go if you keep that up!” She kept it up. I went. It wasn’t gallons but I definitely let loose. “MOM! Look what you made me do!” She turned me over onto my stomach and felt between my legs. It was all wet.
She started smacking my behind. “What did you do? You peed your bed.” She was spanking me.
“MOM!”
“You just peed your bed Madam. Aren’t you a little old for that?” She smacked me a little harder.
“MOM!”
Several more spank and then I felt her bumping against my ass. We were both wearing yoga pants and tight tops. It felt like she was straddling my butt bumping her pussy against me. “Mom, what are you doing back there?”
She didn’t say anything, just kept bumping herself against me. Was she doing herself on my ass? “Mom, let me up, I have things to do.”
She said, “Just stay there for a couple more minutes, you’re not through atoning for your sins.”
“MY sins, you’re the one who wouldn’t stop tickling me!”
I glanced over at my mirror, and I couldn’t see her bottom half, but her face was one of concentration, and she was looking straight ahead, and breathing hard. Her tongue was slightly out. I could see that she was humping me. I felt her pelvis beating against me in a rhythm. I pushed myself up so I could turn my head to face her, and she pushed me back down and said, “Hold still.”
She reached down and took my pants down over my cheeks, and I could feel her fumbling back there. I think she pulled her own pants down, too. I glanced in the mirror and I could see that she pulled her top up over her bare tits, and then she was back to humping against my ass.
“Are you getting off back there, Mom?”
“Don’t worry about it, just mind your own business. I’ll let you up in another minute or two.” Now her rhythm shifted and she was rubbing herself back and forth over my left bare cheek, and I could feel her wetness, and mine too, from my peeing. I tried to move to get a better look at her. “Stop moving, I’m almost finished.” And then she let out a big sigh, and she was breathing heavy like she just won the marathon. And she put her hands on my shoulders for a minute.
When she rolled off me she her pants were back up and her top back in place. She said, “Okay, I have to run some errands and I’ll be back and I’ll change the sheets then, or you can do it, since you’re the one who wets the bed.”
She started to get up and I pushed her back down on the bed. “Hold on a minute! I begged you to stop! Now you’re not going to leave me high and not-so-dry! I have needs too!”
“Oh really? What sort of needs??”
“You’ll find out. What’s good for mother goose is good for daughter goose!” And I started tickling Mom!
It turns out that she is just as ticklish, if not more! She was cackling non-stop as I goosed her on her tummy, and underneath her arms. “Stop it, Honey, now I’m going to pee! I already had to go!”
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to change the sheets before you go, then.”
“You better stand back, here it comes!” Her yoga pants were gray, and she spread her legs and let it go. A dark stain blossomed between her legs, and she was laughing and smiling like she was having the greatest time. But it was making me horny as hell. I pushed her down, this time right onto her back so she could see me as I did to her exactly what she did to me.
I straddled her, propped myself up with a hand on either side of her head, and started bumping my pussy down onto hers. It was like an electric shock went through me, every time my wet yoga pants met hers. I was looking right into her eyes and said, “Is this what you were doing back there, Mom? Rubbing yourself against me? Well now I can see why. It feels good. Hold still, now.” And I took my hands and held her wrists down as I bumped a little harder.
She said, “You’re a little rapist, that’s what yo are! go ahead and have your fun. Looks like yore enjoying fucking your own Mom.”
“Mom, can you be still for two seconds? And stop talking. I’m about to come.” And then it happened, my own juices flooding out of my pants and onto my Mom’s already wet crotch. I kept riding her for another minute or two after my orgasm, it felt so good.
She looked up at me with a smirk: “Am I free to go?”
“Yes, Mom, but I might need you later.”