My Exhibitionist Mom Book Seven
Jill Jacobson
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MY EXHIBITIONIST MOM, BOOK SEVEN
Hi, and welcome to the continuing adventures of Amie, the exhibitionist Mom, her Daughter Jill, and all their friends! Jill’s friend Rhonda from down the street is back, and they meet a very friendly dog named Jack; so is Gretchen Schroeder, the frisky gym teacher; Amanda, who doesn’t stop masturbating even when her Mom stays over; Emily with the supersensitive nipples; a beautiful girl named Rachel who says she never masturbates, then proceeds to do so incessantly; and an anatomically correct blow-up doll named Mr. Right!
All characters, except Jack the Dog, are depicted as over 18 years old.
CHAPTER 61-YOU DON’T KNOW JACK
(NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED AS OVER 18)
Rhonda and I had such a good time masturbating at the new house being built down our street that we decided to pay it another visit. You’ve never really lived until you’ve masturbated out in public, with the possibility of being caught making each movement of your hand on your pussy that much more exciting. We came up with little games to play.
“Miss Rhonda?” I said. She was awaiting instructions.. “I would like you to stand right here in the driveway, and imagine your Mom is having a meeting right in that house. A meeting of the ‘Moms Who Have Sexy Daughters With Big Tits Club.’”
“Oh, you’re Mom must be in that too!”
“She is. So you’ll be butt-naked, facing the house, with two fingers in your pussy, waiting until I tell you to come. You won’t be able to see if any cars are down the road, you’ll have to trust me to let you know. Please start removing your clothing.”
As she pulled off her sandals, shorts, pants, top and bra, I took a look down the road. Everything quiet. I did not want to miss Rhonda’s performance, so I took up a position where I could see both her and any oncoming traffic. “Okay, Rhonda, please begin. And remember, your Mom could look out at any time, and she could see you.”
“Okay, here I go. I hope she doesn’t come out here while I’m in the middle of masturbating. You said you wanted me to finger-fuck with two fingers, so that’s what I’m going to do.”
And I saw her lick her fingers, then lower them to her pussy. They went in easily, and she let out an audible sigh. She put her other hand on her hip, then moved her wrist to propel her middle two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She was leaning slightly back, her knees slightly bent, her legs open. “That’s it, Rhonda. Go ahead and fuck yourself. I bet it feels good.”
“Yes, it does feel good. I’m fucking pretty hard. I’m starting to get very wet.”
“I know. I can hear your pussy. Are you getting excited?”
“Yes. I’m getting excited. I don’t think I’m going to last long. I wouldn’t even mind if your Mom came and opened the door and saw me. Your Mom is so cute.”
“You think she would watch you do yourself?”
“Yes. Yes, I think she would. I would want her to see.” I watched her for a little while, and all I could hear was the squishing of her fingers in and out of her wet cunt. Rhonda looked at me, smiled, then turned her eye to the house. Her mouth was open in concentration. She was close already. I kept one eye on Rhonda’s hand, and the other on the street. Then, all of a sudden, I heard leaves rustling behind me and when I turned, I saw a dog coming out of the woods toward us. I froze in a panic. I only had a moment of abject fright before I saw that the dog was on a leash, and following 20 feet behind was a woman, both of them emerging from a path that neither of us had noticed before.
Rhonda was still masturbating, and now turned with a start to notice the woman with her dog. We were both speechless, literally having been caught with our pants down, at least in Rhonda’s case.
The woman held up her hand and said, “Hi girls, don’t be frightened. He is friendly and so am I. This path goes over to Lilac street, and I’ve lived there all my life.”
The lady looked about 40, shoulder-length blondish hair with a little gray mixed in, medium height, wearing shorts, sneakers and a pink tee shirt. Attractive if you looked again, although she was not the type to stand out. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. We were still shocked into a dumb stare, but she continued on. “I see that you girls are practicing nudists, and I think that’s great. I am one, too. Me and Jack here sometimes come over to see how the house is coming along, because I know they don’t work on weekends. My name is Claire.”
Rhonda spoke up. “Uh, hi. This is Jill and my name is, um, Rhonda. I was just, uh… I was…. “
She looked directly at Rhonda and said, “Oh, I saw exactly what you were doing. And let me tell you a little secret: I did the same thing the last time I was here a week ago.”
“You mean that you…”
“I masturbated. When I reached orgasm I was standing near where you are now. I have a sense about people, and I don’t think that that will shock you too much.”
Rhonda said, “So I shouldn’t bother to be mortified, embarrassed, humiliated, petrified, and some other stuff also?”
“Hardly. I think if you knew some of my hobbies, I should be the one asking you that. Let’s go into the future back yard.” I wondered what hobbies she was talking about, and my curiosity kicked into overdrive. Rhonda was still nude, and had made no move to dress.
We scooped up our stuff and followed Claire around the side of the house to the back. She said, “If you look down there you can barely see the cul-de-sac at the end of Lilac. That’s where I live.”
She sat down on some makeshift steps that led out the back of the house, stroking her dog on the neck. Rhonda and I sat on a workbench nearby.
She said, “That’s a pretty dog. What’s his name again?”
“This is Jack, a very appropriate name.”
Again I wondered what she meant. He looked like part German Shepherd, only smaller and with longer fur. I asked, “He’s friendly, you said?”
“Yes, I think you will find him VERY friendly.” She played out his leash and he came over to me and said hello by licking my hand. Then he went over to Rhonda’s unclothed leg, jumped up with his paws on the bench and started rubbing himself on her leg.
“OH!” Hmmm, okay, now I got it. Claire gently tugged the leash and he jumped back down. You could see that his dog-penis was now extended.
She said, “Sorry. Jack leads a very interesting love life. I have been widowed for a four years now, and Jack keeps me company.” Rhonda and I looked at each other, eyebrows up.
I said, “Keeps you company? It must be very fulfilling to have a friend like that.”
“Yes, it has its benefits.”
Rhonda said, “You mean, like a friend with benefits?”
Claire chuckled. “I guess you could say that.”
“We could?” Rhonda could open a clam without even using her fingers.
Claire said, “I’ve had to focus on my career since the death of my husband. I haven’t had much time for dating. Jack here has been a great comfort to me. He helps me in many ways.”
There was no stopping Rhonda now. “Which of them is the most interesting?”
“Well, I could show you, if you think you are sure that you want to know. You’ll need to be sure before I do. And tell me so explicitly.”
Was this really going there? Now I spoke up: “Yes. Yes, Claire, we want to know. We want to see. Everything.”
“You know that none of what you see here today can ever be shared with anyone else. Society has its needs, but I also have mine. Jack, of course, has his.”
As a tacit demonstration of our discretion, we looked at her and said nothing. She looked at each of us, and then removed her top. Her medium-sized breasts were bare, and her nipples were hard. Jack started to whimper. She stood and removed her shorts, she was not wearing panties. She had a blonde bush, it had not been trimmed. She left her sneakers on. Jack was now salivating. So was I. Rhonda was agape.
She moved over to a patch of grass and got down on her hands and knees. With no further provocation, Jack loped over behind her and mounted her. He immediately began to thrust up and down, his cock trying to find Claire’s opening. He reached it quickly and began humping his powerful rear legs into her, faster than any man could ever do. Soon he had found his rhythm, bam-bam-bam-bam-bam. He was making a quiet whimpering sound. Claire was making a noise, too, Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh, not laughing, but expelling her breaths as each thrust of Jack’s penis entered her.
I looked at her face, and she was making an “Eeeee” face, which I could not tell if was pleasure or pain. It looked uncomfortable, and insanely sexually exciting. My pants were becoming visibly wet.
Claire shouted, “I’m going to do myself now. He knows when I come, and he’ll finish inside me.” She reached her right hand up to her pussy and jiggled her middle finger over her clit. “Come on, now. Come on Jack. Here I come. Are you ready, boy? Ready now? Good boy! I feel you coming in me! Oh! Ohhhh! OHHHH! I’m coming! I’M COMING!”
She collapsed onto the ground, her finger still playing slowly around her clit. Jack stepped back and started loping around, his pink penis starting to recede. Rhonda leaned back and spread her pussy with both hands. Pearly juices were leaking out. “HOLY SHIT! That was fucking HOT! Look how wet my pussy is! I’ve never been this wet in my life! That must have felt incredible!”
Claire turned onto her side to face us. She looked totally satisfied and relaxed. “Jack has an effect on me that few human males have been able to match.”
“God, I wonder what it feels like?”
“Would you like to find out? Jack seems to have taken a liking to you.”
Rhonda looked at me with an “Oooh” face, then started laughing. “I don’t know! It looked pretty intense.”
Claire said, “I told you I have a sense about people. You look pretty intense, too.” Rhonda stood up defiantly, slowly. Claire made room for her on the grass.
She assumed a position on all fours, and waited for her lover. Jack saw her and started whimpering again. I could see his cock had emerged from its sheath. Claire spoke softly. “Jack? Would you like to fuck her? Look how pretty she is. She has such a nice body. Tall, bigger breasts than mine. She’s just your type, Jack. Come on. Come.” She pointed over at Rhonda.
Jack circled behind her, then jumped up and mounted her. His thighs were tense as he poked his big cock against her hard, repeatedly, looking for her cunt. Finally it slid in, and he went faster, in and out, pounding into her. “OH! OH! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Jesus it’s so fast! He’s fucking me! He’s fucking me!” Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam, more whimpering. Jack suddenly dismounted and looked at Claire. She said nothing, and he hopped back onto Rhonda, fucking himself against her to find her pussy.
Rhonda cried, “OH! OH! SHIT! He’s in my ass! Shit-he’s fucking me in the ass!”
“It’s better to just let him go, it might be more painful to remove him by force. Are you okay with that?” Jack was humping away into Rhonda’s asshole.
“I think so. I’ve never fucked there before.”
“Come on, Jack, come on boy, finish into her. Fuck her, Jack, she wants you to come. Come for her, boy. Come in her ass.” Rhonda was making the same “EEEE” face that Claire was.
“Can you reach back and jerk yourself off? Or do you need both hands on the ground? I can jerk you off if you’d like. He usually comes faster if you finish first. It seems to turn him on.”
“Yes, please. Do it for me. Just play with it a little bit. I can’t believe he’s fucking my ass! It’s starting to feel good. I’m getting ready to come. Please jerk me off.”
Claire sat beside Rhonda, Jack pumping away into her ass. “Okay, is this how you like it? I’ll finger fuck you like I saw you doing when I arrived.”
“Yes. Finger-fuck me. Yes. Harder. Harder. Touch against my clit each stroke. I’m almost ready. I’m almost ready. Shit. I’m gonna come. Fuck me. FUCK ME. FUCK ME, JACK! I’M COMING! I’M COMING!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I ripped my shorts and panties off. I took my forefinger and rubbed it up and down my slit. Jack made a few more thrusts and Rhonda was so relaxed that he slipped out. He was still hard, his bright pink cock sticking straight out. He approached me and put his paws up on the bench, rubbing his cock against my knee. He kept going. I felt his saliva dripping onto my hip. I was ready to come.
Jack beat me to it. Thrusting hard against my knee, he began to squirt up onto my thighs. It came out in a spray, and then more forcefully. It started to hit the top of my thighs, and then my pussy, my finger moving quickly atop it. His juices mixed with mine, and that was all it took, Without saying a word I started to spurt. One, two, three, four, five and finally six streams of come landed before me, onto the grass, almost reaching Rhonda.
Jack hopped down, trotted around us and lay down behind Claire. He transformed from a lover back into the family pet. But I knew the real Jack. And it was a scene I would play back many, many times in the theater of my excited mind….
CHAPTER 62-SNUG ON A RUG
I once asked Mom about her earliest sexual memories, and as usual, she wasn’t shy about telling me. She said, “When I was a young girl, much younger than you are, I didn’t really know how to masturbate yet, I just knew what felt good. My Mom didn’t really discourage me from experimenting, but I think she thought I was too young to have ‘The Conversation.’”
I broke in, “‘The Conversation, Mom?’ You mean the one I’m still waiting to have with you?”
“Don’t be a wise-ass, Jill, when we have the conversation it’s probably going to be YOU teaching ME a thing or two! Anyway, I started out by masturbating in the way that some girls do, when they find out about it accidentally.”
“Well don’t keep me in suspense, Mom, what did you do?”
“Well, it’s sort of embarrassing.”
“Mom, really. You and I have talked about MUCH more embarrassing topics than this.”
“Well, I would lay down on the floor, and rub myself against the rug. When I first started doing it, I didn’t achieve orgasm, but I knew that it felt good, and that I was onto something there.” I gave a knowing chuckle. She continued, “I would lie down on my stomach, and press myself against the floor with my knees bent and feet sticking up. Then I would sort of hump myself up and down, and sometimes back and forth. At some point I realized that it felt much better if I took my pants off first. And eventually, of course, my panties. If I needed to do it quickly I just pulled them down.”
“What’s so embarrassing about that, Mom? I bet a lot of girls start that way. I sometimes rub against my pillow, and it feels pretty good!”
“I know that you do that, Jill, I’ve seen the evidence! But that’s not the embarrassing part. I soon started taking all my clothes off and doing it, once or twice a day, sometimes more. Mother didn’t stop me, nor did she talk to me or say anything while I was doing it. She just kind of let me go. And the rug that felt the best was the one in the living room. I couldn’t really do it on any of the other ones.”
“I vaguely remember that rug, it was so shaggy!”
“Yes it was, and that’s why it felt so good on my little parts. Well, even though I somehow instinctively knew not to do it in front of my Dad, I did it all the time in front of Mom. I sometimes came straight in from my bath, completely nude, lay down and started doing it. If she was reading, or watching television she didn’t seem to mind and never said anything.”
“That still doesn’t seem that bad, Mom, I’ve seen you masturbate.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be watching your Mother masturbate. Anyway, that’s still not the most embarrassing part. That’s the part when I started doing it in front of the ladies that came over for bridge night. There were three ladies plus Mom, and they played cards just about every Wednesday night when my Dad worked the late shift.”
“You did it right in front of them?”
“Yup, I would come into the room completely naked, in full view of them, lie on my stomach, and start humping up and down on the rug. It was the only rug that worked well, and since Mom didn’t seem to care, I figured that they wouldn’t either. By that time I had learned that I could orgasm that way. And I had many orgasms in front of those women.”
“Wow, Mom, that’s an interesting story! Did they ever say or do anything?”
“Ha! Most of them were quite focused on the card game. At the beginning, they would watch me, and have a little chuckle, or maybe make a comment to Mom. Nothing bad, they were nice ladies. I think they just thought it was a phase. But one, Mrs. Friedlander, sometimes came over and sat with me. She didn’t have children of her own, and she found my little game fascinating I think!”
“Did she say anything to you?”
“Yes! Yes she did. She would come down to my level and talk to me, and ask me about school, and chat as I was doing it. I mean, I’m sure she knew I was masturbating. So she would be talking to me, and I would be answering back, and all the time my little butt would be going up and down on the rug. I would be going, ‘Uhh, Uhh. Uhh.’ Like that, and eventually come. She was very pretty and tall, and I was flattered that a grown-up would pay any attention to me at all, as the others didn’t.”
“Wow, Mom, that is wild! She never did anything else?”
“Well I guess it was wild, looking back on it. She never did or said anything sexual to me or anything, I think she was just trying to normalize my behavior. But I thought it was so exciting. It made it even better to do it right in front of her as she was talking to me. A couple times she started braiding my hair, and touching me, not in a sexual way or anything, but I started right up again and did it all the way. I think the other ladies thought the whole thing was adorable.”
“You started masturbating again as she did that?”
“Yes. I remember it clearly. She was braiding and touching my hair, and that got me going again, and I started humping up and down on the rug again, and I reached another orgasm. I would have kept going, too, but she patted my head, and whispered ‘Good girl,’ and went back to the game. I probably could have done three or four if she kept touching my hair.”
“Mom, that’s a pretty exciting story!”
“Yeah, well, that’s not even the end of it, because one time, I came back down after I had already gone to bed, and I lay down on the floor to masturbate again, for a third time. I mean, my Mom didn’t know I had already come twice with Mrs. Friedlander. This time Mom came over and held out her hand for me to get up.”
“She wouldn’t let you masturbate this time?”
“I think she just wanted me to go to bed and get back to the game with no distractions. I made a little fuss and said, ‘But Mommy, I need to go again,’ or something like that, ha, ha, and she said I could go up to my room and finish there. But the rug in my room didn’t feel as good against my little parts down there.”
“Mom, you can say, ‘pussy,’ you know!”
“Ha, ha, okay, PUSSY! It felt rough against my little pussy, and I told Mother that I wanted to do it downstairs. But she was firm, and she led me back to my room by the hand and told me to lay on the floor as usual. Then she left the room and came back with her book, I guess she had told the others to play on. I already had my legs up in back of me, and was trying, but I knew it wouldn’t work.”
“Uh-oh, what did she do with the book? Did she spank you with it?”
“No, you silly girl, she read it. But first, she held her hand up and turned her rings toward her palm. Then she put her hand underneath me, so that the back of her hand was facing up against my pussy, and she laid with her back against the bed and whispered to me, ‘do it now.’”
“So did you try humping against her hand like that?”
“Yes I did, and I don’t know how she knew, but it felt good. I knew I could do it that way, so I started to hump. I remember that I started to get very, very wet and juice started to leak out of my pussy against her hand.”
“What did she do?”
“She didn’t do anything, she didn’t move her hand, she just kept reading her book while I was humping hard against it! I remember that I wanted her to notice that I was wetting her hand, so I kept trying to get it to come out more!”
“And did you?”
“Yes! I got more and more to come out, it felt like I was peeing, and I thought I was. She still said nothing, and just let me go and finish off. I came very, very strong that time. My strongest one ever. And she did that several other times for me when she thought I needed it. We never talked about it or anything, it’s just something she thought a Mom might do for her Daughter I guess….”
“Mom, that’s a sexy story. I don’t remember that much about FranMom (that’s what we used to call her), just that she used to smell so good, and she was very pretty, and those hats she used to wear.” Fran came from used to be called “old money,” and she was like a princess in some ways, and always held herself with reserve and dignity. Pictures of her when she was young showed how really beautiful she was. I couldn’t picture her helping her Daughter to masturbate like that, but I knew I’d be thinking about it later when I jerked off. Maybe I wouldn’t need to wait until later?
“Do you think other moms have done similar things for their daughters? It sounds like a very beautiful thing to me.”
“Well, I guess it was, wasn’t it? I mean, she saw that I was in need, and she put herself out there for me. I have very pleasurable memories of it, and it certainly made me love her even more. I’m a little ashamed to admit it, but I sort of made her do it again after I was an adult.”
“Really? What happened?”
“Well. Hmmm. I guess I can tell. I forget what the circumstances were, but we had both been drinking, at some family function or something, and we ended up at her house, just the two of us. And I started to get frisky, I hadn’t had sex or masturbated in a few days, and I lay down on the floor and started humping with my clothes on, to see if she would remember or what she would do. I maybe said, ‘I think I need a turn,’ or something like that.”
“What did she do?”
“She said, ‘Hmmm, you are still as playful as you always were, aren’t you?’ ‘Playful’ was her way of saying, ‘horny,’ I think! I didn’t say anything, I was just looking at her and nodding while I humped against the floor, and it was starting to have an effect. She came over, without saying a word, and started to pull my pants down. I quickly helped her, unbuttoning my pants and tugging down my panties, and I only got them to the bottom of my thighs before I was at it again. And sure enough, she turned her rings around and slipped her hand underneath me, grinning like a cat.”
“Wow, you never told me that!”
“Yeah, this one is a little embarrassing, but I did it. And so did she. This time she watched me the whole time as I humped against the back of her hand, and I was making noises, and really going for it. I was humping up and down fast, and it only took me a few minutes to come hard and squirt right out onto her hand. And I squirted a lot, not like a little child. She didn’t say a word, but gave me a nice smile. And she took the back of her hand, and ran it up and down her thighs inside her skirt to dry it off. God, I remember that day and sometimes masturbate thinking of it, I’m ashamed to say.”
“Don’t be ashamed, Mom, I think it’s a beautiful Mother/Daughter moment. I wonder if I could come like that. I’ve rubbed against things and been able to come, but never against someone’s hand. Do you think I could try it with you?”
“Well, I’m always willing to lend a hand!”
“Would you, Mom? Would you really help me try? I mean right now?”
“Yes, I would be a hypocrite not to, I guess. Why don’t you take your clothes off and lie on your stomach. That’s what I always did. Take all your clothes off so that you’re fully nude.”
Mom just sat there and watched me, it was a little embarrassing. My tits were already hard and my pussy was lubricating like crazy. It was running down my leg when I stood up. I got down on the floor, and lay on my stomach with my knees bent and my feet facing the ceiling. Then Mom started to put her hand under me, but then pulled it away. I thought she was having second thoughts, but instead she turned her ring around, then put her hand back under me.