My Exhibitionist Mom Book Nine

MY EXHIBITIONIST MOM, BOOK NINE

Hi, and welcome to the continuing adventures of Amie, the exhibitionist Mom, her Daughter Jill, and all their friends! Meet Camelia, the type-A real estate whiz who hires Jill as an intern; Ashley, the beautiful black masseuse; Jill’s math-whiz friend Ada and her shy fellow Chinese friend Liang; Abigail, the lady she used to babysit for, her new sitter, Missy, with their unusual relationship; and the Exibitionist Mom’s new boyfriend Warren, whom Jill teases for her own benefit as well as her Mom’s….

All characters are depicted as over 18 years old.

CHAPTER 81-THE INTERNSHIP, PART I

I had an internship last year with a high-powered real estate firm. It was in a high-powered building, with high-powered employees, run by a high-powered lady. I wouldn’t consider myself high-powered, I’m more or less medium-powered. I don’t know if I would have fit in there in the long term, but it was pretty hard to get accepted into their internship program, and my Mom thought it would be a good opportunity.

I polled some of the other girls who worked there and they said try to get on Camelia’s good side, she’s the owner and CEO, the one I’d interview with. One said she’s a total bitch. One said she eats girls like me for lunch, which I found somewhat intriguing. Another said she hires people, works them to exhaustion and then spits them out.

So I went into the interview with some trepidation, not knowing what I was in for. I sat down as she held up a finger to wait a minute, as she was on the phone. She was tall, with dark hair, dark eyes, not overweight so much as built solid, like a football player. She wore bright red glasses, and she was perfectly made up. And she had a smile that immediately caught my attention. Actually, I thought she was quite attractive, not the ogre I was expecting. She said into the phone, “Yup, she’s here now. I’ll let you know.”

She spent about a half-hour with me, and we talked about everything but real estate. When I’m nervous, I tend to resort to the only tension breaker I know, and that’s humor. I made her laugh several times without really trying, and I said some goofy thing about “fake estate” that seems silly now, but it made her laugh and broke the ice. She said her aide was pregnant for the summer, and she wanted me to fill in for her. She could see I was more than smart enough to do whatever she needed a personal assistant to do. I got the position.

One of the first things we did was make a trip upstate to scope out a condo complex she was interested in bidding on. We went by car, and we got along great, we like the same kind of music (I have kind of old school tastes for my age) and I slept for most of the ride anyway. When we got to the hotel, we unpacked and had dinner. We watched a couple things on TV (same tastes there, too), and then she said she was exhausted, and was going to turn in, but the TV wouldn’t bother her if I wanted to stay up.

She said, “There’s something I need to tell you, then something I need to ask you, then something I need to tell you.” I braced myself for, for what? This job wasn’t my career, I didn’t really have much invested either in her or the internship, so I was confidently prepared for anything she might throw my way.

“Okay,” I said, “I’m all ears.”

“First, I want to tell you that I’m not a lesbian, and that I would never make a sexual advance toward anyone who worked for me. My career is too important to me.”

“Oh. Well, I wouldn’t care if you were a lesbian, although I’m also not. And I’m glad to hear you that you have at least one or two ethics, I guess there are a lot of people around who don’t have any. So, what is it you wanted to ask me?”

“Well, what I’m going to ask you has to do with what I’m going to tell you directly after you answer.”

“Uh, oh?… Okay, ask away.”

“Do you masturbate?”

“Ummmm. Hmm. Yes. I do masturbate. What has that got to do with whatever you need to tell me?”

“Jill, you’ve probably noticed that I am a highly-charged person. If there is a type-A-PLUS-PLUS personality, I have it. I do everything quickly, efficiently, and with very little fanfare.”

“And?”

“AND, I masturbate compulsively, and quite often. Usually, standing up, while I’m on the phone. I find that it keeps me sharp, relaxes me, helps me stay engaged, and keeps my creative juices flowing.”

“Among others…”

“Ha, ha, well, actually, I don’t have the problem that some girls do, of being continually soaked down there. But just by your reaction, I can see that you’re not so shocked and appalled that I need to look for a new intern assistant.”

“No, Camelia, I don’t see myself getting bothered by that particular habit at all. I’d be much more concerned if you were a smoker!”

“Well I’m glad to hear it, Jill.”

“Uh… Now I have a question for you: What if I get, uh, inspired by watching you? And I feel the need myself?”

“Well, I’m certainly not shy, and I don’t require you to be, either. Aside from being possibly flattered by it, as long as you’re doing your job, and I’m getting done what I need you to get done when I need it done, I don’t have a problem with you masturbating whenever and wherever you feel like it. If we’re working together for a while you’ll get a sense of when and where I’m going to masturbate, and you’ll get a sense of when and where you might do it yourself.”

I’m glad to hear that. As I said, I’m not a lesbian or anything, but you sure are sexy!”

“Thank you, Jill, you are too! I doubt you’ll feel the need as often as I do, but you’re welcome to share in the moment, or wait for your own privacy, as the mood strikes you….”

“Thanks, Camelia, I’m not particularly shy, and my Mom is an exhibitionist, so maybe it runs in the family!”

“Oh? So you’ve seen your Mom in the nude?”

“Oh, plenty of times. I’ve even seen her masturbating, although she doesn’t usually let me watch.”

“Hmmm… That must have been quite a turn-on. Did she come in front of you and everything?”

“Yup. She has a very full bush between her legs, and yet her clit is so large that it pokes right out, like a little penis. It’s fascinating!”

“Ha, ha, ha! Fascinating!” Now Camelia got up to adjust the air conditioning, and she made a move to close the curtain, but instead left it open, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to the middle of her thighs. “So does she jerk it off, like a little cock?”

“Sometimes she does. But usually she puts her forefinger into her cunt, then plays around with her clit with her thumb.”

“Hmmm, that’s an interesting technique. This is how I do it.” And she put her forefinger into her slit, clenched her thighs and moved them back and forth against it, like a cricket.

“Hmm! That’s an unusual style. Does it take you very long to do it that way?”

“No, not usually. I can come within a few minutes. I’m starting to get close already.”

“Oh? You think you’re going to do it already?”

“Yeah. I’m starting to get close. Oh boy, it’s coming on fast. Here it comes already. AHHH.” She was looking at the ceiling while she moved her thighs, a little slower now. “MMMmmm. Okay. That was quick. I got excited talking to you, I guess.”

“Wow! That was so fast! I wish I could come that fast, I’d do it all the time! Did it feel good?”

“I’ve never had a bad orgasm, Jill.”

“Ha, that’s true! I guess I kind of like the build up, though.” I sat up against my pillow, unbuttoned my pants and took them off. My panties followed, then my top and bra. I took off my socks, too. Without saying anything I put my hand on my slit and ran it up and down. I was extremely wet. I was looking at her, and she had that beautiful wry smile on her face, ready to see how I did it. “I guess I’ve done it a lot of different ways, but I just feel like fucking myself right now. I don’t think it’s going to take me too long.”

“Well, you have a beautiful body, Jill. I’m about to nod off, so you have a good time. You can close curtains now or when you’re done so we don’t get blasted in the morning.” We had twin beds, and she settled into hers and closed her eyes, facing me.

“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning.” I was slightly disappointed that she wasn’t going to watch. I propped myself on my side, in her direction. I would have to do it left-handed in order to remain facing her, but it made it feel sexier, and I was so horny I knew I could finish that way. I felt like I was going to come pretty hard, and pretty fast. I spread my legs, took my two middle fingers and pushed them all the way into my tight pussy. I could feel a little spurt of juice forced out. I fantasized that she would open her eyes and see me finger-fucking. I tried to make a little more slurping noise than usual. Then I tried a little soft dirty talking. “Fuck that pussy. Jerk off. Jerk off right now. Do yourself. Finish up. Keep fucking. Almost there. That’s it.”

I quietly rose and stood near the window, which was large. We were on the second floor, and a floor lamp was still on, so people from the parking lot could see in. I didn’t see anyone there, but it was still exciting to stand nude in front of the window. I stood there and finger-fucked myself for a few minutes. I could feel the juices starting to run down my leg. I was ready to come but I wanted to do it facing her in the bed. I laid back down, my head up on my right hand, and fucked myself lefty again. A little spurt came out and I was almost there. And then I WAS there. I came with a whoosh of breath. Camelia didn’t open her eyes, but she turned and faced the other way in her bed. Had she been somehow listening or watching? Then I started to feel self-conscious and embarrassed.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of talking in the room: “Yes, that’s right, there’s an outstanding lien….” It was Camelia, talking on the phone. She was in a hotel-issue white bathrobe. She was pacing around the room, curtains wide open. When she turned around again to face my way, I could see that the bathrobe was open and she was nude underneath, her trimmed bush bare to the world, or at least, the parking lot. When she saw I was awake, she raised her eyebrows and nodded to me. “Yes, 2010. I’m going to ask you to look it up. Yes, that’s right. Thanks.” She put her finger in her pussy, and wiggled her hips and her thighs against it. She was going to masturbate right on the phone! She turned the other way, paced back to the open curtains, still jiggling her thighs against her vulva for a few minutes. She noticed I was up and flashed that million-dollar smile at me. I bet I blushed.

“Yes, look that up, and the other one. Hold on a second.” She jiggled her finger AND her thighs. Deeper and quieter now: “Yes, I am. Yes, she is. Yes, she knows. Yup. She’s sitting right here, watching me masturbate. Here I come.” She looked at me for a moment, her finger and thighs moved faster. Her breathing stunted. “Yes, I have, but I’m not going to share that with you! I’m coming. Yes. Yes.” Softer now, her blood pressure coming back to Earth. “Yes. Yup, probably later. Yes, if she wants. Ha, ha, okay, I will. But please look those things up and get back to me. Yes, you can text. Okay, I miss you! Hurry back. You too.”

I looked at her with surprise. “Wow, you’re able to jerk off so quickly! You are like, efficient in EVERYTHING!”

“Ha, ha! Yes, I can do it quickly, and often. And I do.”

“I guess whomever was on the phone knows you do it.”

“That was Janice, my faithful assistant, the one you have replaced for the summer. She’s having a baby.”

“I get the feeling she already knows you jerk off quickly and often!”

“She does, and she jerks off quickly and often, too. And by the way, I only share that with you because I know for a fact that it would not bother her, and would in fact turn her on!”

“Oh? Likes to share, does she?”

“Yes. Yes, she does.”

“And were you talking about me?”

“Yes, just that you know that I masturbate, somewhat compulsively. In fact, I’m going to go again, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh! Oh, no. Of course not. You go right ahead.” But she didn’t wait for my answer, her finger was already in her cunt, this time moving steadily, her eyes half closed. I thought I might get myself going. I said, “I bet she’s masturbating a lot right now. My Aunt, my Mom’s Sister, she was pregnant twice, and when she came over, I noticed that she was horny ALL the time. She told me she would beat off steadily every day.”

“Ha, ha! That’s funny you should mention it. I was thinking the same thing about Janice,” she said as she moved her finger from side to side inside her vagina. “I bet she’s beating off every day, maybe more than once or twice. And that I bet she’s asking me those questions so she can work herself up. I’m surprised she didn’t ask me what you look like, or what you’re wearing! I would have told her, too.” Now she started to finger-fuck as she moved her thighs forth and back in a marching motion.

“Well, my Aunt Laura used to let me watch her beat off, and it was pretty sexy. Her boobs were huge, and the areolas were like silver dollars, and sticking out at the nipple.”

“What color hair did she have?” She had turned around to pace toward the big window, and stood there looking out with her finger up her pussy. She arched backward a little.

“Reddish on top, but shaved below. Like me, but NOT like my Mom! God, I’m getting excited. Do you mind if I go too? Afterwards I’m totally available to get in touch with the County Clerk if you need me to track down some documents.” She turned back to walk toward me. I was getting excited. I wanted to jerk off in front of her, this time I knew she was watching!

“Please, be my guest, but I’m ready to come again. I can’t wait for you. Yes. Yes? Here I go. Yup. Yes. I’m about to come.” And she tensed up, moving her finger and her thighs faster, then all of a sudden she stopped moving, just as I started finger-fucking in a rhythm.

“You okay?” I asked. I kept doing myself.

“Yes. Yes, I am. I like to completely relax my body when I’m hyper-excited. And I’m hyper-excited talking to you, Jill. I’m coming. Yes. Here it goes.” And she started her hips again, her finger all the way inside, and she shuddered and shivered, looking at me sometimes, or the ceiling. There were people outside, going to their cars or coming back from them, but they didn’t seem to see or notice.

“Wow, Camelia, that was hot! I love watching you jerk off that way, like a cricket singing! I think I’m learning to beat off faster from watching you. I think I can come soon.”

“Oh, good, Jill! Keep going. Jerk it, Jill. That’s it. You can jerk off, then we’ll go to work, and maybe you and I can jerk off later, too. I might go before then, even, ha, ha, if the mood takes me over! Wow, Jill, you’re going pretty fast now. You going to come?”

“Yes. Yes, I think I can come now. I may squirt, but don’t worry, I won’t get it all over the bed, I know how to squirt it back over myself.”

“Oh my! You squirt that much? I’m kind of glad I don’t have that issue!”

“No, I love it! I don’t HAVE to squirt, but this time, I WANT to squirt. It’s so fucking hot watching you jerk, I hope I’m able to keep my focus on my work! I’m going to jerk it hard right now, so I can come. I’ll come on myself so I don’t get it on the bed. Here goes.”

And I banged my finger in and out of my cunt, double-time. “Here I come. Here I come! I’M COMING! I’M COMING!! OH, GOD!” And squirt, squirt, squirt started spewing out of my pussy, and and I cocked my thighs up and my knees bent, jerking back towards my face, eight or nine squirts landed first on my breasts, then my face, then my hair, then my face, then my tits and belly. “Oh! Oh. Oh, my. Jesus, I just finished jerking off. Wow. That was good….” My whole nude upper body was soaked. I ran my fingers over it, rubbing my juices over myself. I was satisfied in every way.

“Well, mortgage APRs are going to be a bit of a letdown after that, but we’ll come back to this later. Can you pass me that ledger over there?”

And after I cleaned up a bit I was surprisingly focused, once the natural sexual tension in my body was sated. If mutual masturbation was going to help improve concentration, this was going to be a very productive weekend….

CHAPTER 82-A DAY AT THE SPA, PART I

For my 18th birthday, Mom got us both bookings at her favorite spa for massages, manicures, all the girl stuff. She has a favorite one that she’s been going to for years, and she said they know her there and understand and tolerate her quirky requests.

“What quirky requests?” I asked her.

“Oh, nothing, just my pre-massage ritual, ha, ha.”

“What pre-massage ritual?” Clearly I had caught her off guard, because her face reddened, and she doesn’t usually get embarrassed.

“Nothing, Honey, just a little thing I do before the massage.”

“What do you do?” She looked a little annoyed with herself for tipping her hand!

“I usually do something before the massage, that’s all, to help me relax.”

“Mom, that part I already guessed. But what? What do you do?”

“Oy. Do you really need to know?”

“Well, I’m going to be getting a massage, too, so maybe it would benefit me. Just tell me what it is for god’s sake!”

“Well, it started with Bjorn. Bjorn is from Sweden, obviously, and speaks very little English.”

“So?”

“So, he’s also really good-looking.”

“So?”

“Strong hands, masculine body.”

“I got the picture.”

“And he started massaging me, and I was nude, and at this place the masseurs and masseuses don’t wear tops. And I could see his muscles.”

“Okay…”

“Did I mention he is good-looking? Really good-looking. Anyway, he is massaging me, and I mentioned I’m nude, and lying face-up, and he is massaging all the way up my thighs, and it was not relaxing at all.”

“Why not?”

“I was HORNY! Okay? Are you happy now?”

“Ha, ha, ha! Well, Mom, now I see the problem! Did he…. I mean, did you…. Well, what happened?”

“Well, nothing, he was very professional, and didn’t say anything about my VERY wet pussy or anything…. Dear god.”

“MOM!”

“Well? I can’t help what I can’t help, you know! Anyway, we finished the massage, but it was not relaxing at all. So I figured out how to get over it for the next time, and now I just use that same procedure, and my massage is quite relaxing now.”

“Wow, Mom! You have your happy ending right at the beginning!”

“Ha, ha! Yes, I guess I do! Trust me, if Bjorn had offered that service I would have availed myself of it, you can be sure….”

“Well, didn’t you say that even the masseuses were topless? What else could they be advertising?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, but this is a pretty reputable spa. I never heard of any funny business there.”

“Where do you do it? Your pre-game warm-up?”

“There’s a room off to the side on the way in with a spare massage table in it, and some couches, and I just park myself on top of it and do what I have to do.”

“So it’s private?”

“Well, actually, no. You’ll see. But it’s almost all women there, and there’s usually no one in there. It doesn’t take me long.”

“Yes, I know, Mom. You can be quick when you need to be.”

“And how do you know THAT?”

“I have my sources, but you are always my best source, Mom.”

“Hmmm. Well, anyway, let’s get going.”

The whole trip over there I was thinking about Mom masturbating in the room on top of the table. What if someone came in while she was doing it? Did she make any noise when she came? Wouldn’t her pussy be wet afterwards? I almost wanted to ask her these things, but I thought, if I’m crafty enough, maybe I could find out myself.

Once there, we changed into our robes, and had our manicures and pedicures. It was time for the main event.

There was a hallway on the way to the massage tables, and Mom grabbed my hand and ducked into an alcove off the hallway. “Mom, here? That’s the main hallway outside-everyone walking there can see you! There’s no door!”

“I guess I never noticed.”

“I’d better stay here as head of security.”

“You’re going to stay here the whole time? While I’m doing it?”

“Yes, Mother, what if somebody comes in? I need to keep an eye out.”

“Well… don’t look. I’m going to go quickly, in case Bjorn is ready for me. Keep your eyes on the door, please.” Mom hoisted herself up on the table, spreading her robe underneath her, completely open in front. She looked over at me, then lowered her hands down her front. “Eyes over there, please.” I trained my eyes toward the door. After a couple minutes I could hear her rhythmic creaking on the table, and her faintly talking to herself. “Fuck it. Fuck my pussy. That’s it, masturbate. Masturbate. Hmm, right in front of your Daughter, huh? Jerk it all the way off. Keep going. All the way, now.” A couple people walked past, didn’t look in. “Fuck yourself. Yes, do it right in front of her. That’s right, all the way.” Very faint, almost a whisper. But audible.

“Mom, are you talking dirty?”

“Don’t worry about what I’m doing, just keep your eyes on the door. I’ll be done soon.” Then quietly: “Fuck your pussy. Fuck it with your finger. No, she can’t see you. Fuck it all the way. Keep going. Almost there.”

“Mom, people are walking by. Are you going to finish soon? Are you going to come?”

“Yes, Jill, I’m going to finish soon. Keep your eyes over there and let me finish.” Quiet: “Okay. A little more, now. Getting ready. Getting ready to come.”

Then there was a little beep on the intercom, and then through it: “Amie Jacobson, Bjorn is ready for your massage in room 6.”

Mom said, “SHIT, he’s ready. I have to finish.”

“Hurry up and come, Mom, you don’t want to lose your appointment.”

“I have to finish first. Come over here and help me.” I walked over to the table. She had her finger jamming in and out of her pussy while her thumb was sliding quickly around her clit.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just tap on my breasts. Especially around the nipples.”

“Really? Tap on them?”

“Hurry up, I have to come or Bjorn is going to give my appointment to someone else.”

“Okay, okay. Like this?” I started gently tapping on each breast, around her nipple, with both hands.

“Yes. A little harder. Mmm. Hmmm. Okay, yeah. Yeah, fuck it. Fuck your pussy while she plays with your tits. Yeah, that’s it. Masturbate. Masturbate. Harder. Yeah, that’s it, do it. Right in front of her. All the way off. Okay, Jill, I’m getting close. Getting close. Here it comes. Keep tapping.”

I saw someone at the door. I whispered, “Mom, there’s a lady at the door.”

“Keep going. Harder. I’m about to come.”

“She’s just standing there.”

“Tap on my tits while I masturbate. I’m coming. I’m coming. OH god, yes, I’m coming. OH!” And her whole body shook with her orgasm. “Ahhhh. Shit. I have to go! I’m late!”

“Mom! Your pussy is all wet.”

“I’ll wipe it with my bathrobe on the way. Thanks, Honey! See you after the massage!” She bounced up off the table, kissed me, and bounded towards the door. The lady there smiled as she let her past.

The lady was I guess in her 40s’ around Mom’s age, blonde hair, and looked a little like Florence Henderson, with a similar weird hairdo. She said to me, “Do you work here?”

“No, uh, I was just helping my Mom.”

“That was your Mother?”

“Yeah, uh, she sometimes prepares for her massage beforehand.”

“Was she doing what I thought she was doing?”

“Um… I don’t know. I’m not sure what you thought she was doing.”

“I thought she was masturbating. Pretty hard, too. And she was talking the whole time, sort of urging herself on. And it looked like you were tapping on her breasts.”

“Um. Oh. Well… I, uh. Look, I’m sorry if anything you thought you might have seen offended you in any way. I don’t think she realized the door was open.”

“Offended me? I’m not easily offended. There’s no door here. So, I just looked in. But, if I may ask, if she was in such a state, why doesn’t she simply ask the staff to help her?”

“The staff? To help her?”

“Yes. Ask her professional to masturbate her.”

“OH. Oh? They would do that here? I don’t think she knows that they would help her do that here. You mean they would do a… uh… ‘happy ending?’”

“Ha, ha! Yes, a happy ending. It’s not well known, but anyone will do anything, for the right price. I have a girl, she’s Japanese, and she knows just what I like, you know what I mean?”

“Yes, I guess so. You mean, to reach orgasm?”

“Yes. She knows just how I like it. Better than my husband. Better than my lover, too, ha, ha.”

She was trying to shock me. And it was working. I was a little shocked. She was sharing quite a bit with a perfect stranger. Maybe she had some stuff to share that she could ONLY share with a perfect stranger. I wanted to hear a little more. My pussy was still wet from helping my own Mother masturbate herself. “Ha, ha. So how DO you like it? I mean, how far do they go? Just curious. I don’t mean to be nosy.”

“Oh, I don’t mind sharing. The fact is, I like EVERYTHING she does.”

“What does she do?”

“Well, I’ll tell you, in case you might like to get the same treatment yourself. But I’m starting to get a little hot downstairs, if you know what I mean. If it’s okay with you, I’m going to climb up on that table where your Mother just was. Maybe I’ll save myself $80 dollars today.”

“Oh, be my guest. I mean, uh, go ahead and do whatever you like to do.”

“Okay.” She spread her bathrobe below her, nude underneath it, and climbed onto the table, just as Mom did. Her knees were up, and her feet flat on the table. She had pretty large breasts, even lying down, and a full bush of sparse, fine blonde pussy hair. She cupped one breast with her left hand, and lowered her right down to her bush, running her hand over the top. “Well, Kamiko has performed this service many times on me. She starts with a traditional massage, but she knows I care less about that, and she doesn’t spend that much time on it. She continues by taking off all her clothes, and climbing up over me with one knee on either side, to apply more of her oils. She rubs it all over. And that’s when I know the good part is about to begin.”

“Oh, so you both are fully nude?”

“Yes, that’s correct. And she looks beautiful, smells beautiful and smiles beautiful.” Now Florence Henderson’s hand was making circles around her bush. “The first thing she does is reach down to my pussy and spread my lips. Like this. Can you see?” I stood a little closer. Her right hand was spreading the lips of her cunt with her thumb and forefinger. She was wet, and her clit was standing up.

“Yes, I see. Your clit is all hard.”

“Well, who can blame it. I don’t ordinarily masturbate in front of a perfect stranger.”

“Oh! Oops! Do you want me to leave?”

“Hell, NO! I want you to watch! This is one of the most exciting things I’ve done in a long time.”

“Well, uh, me too. So what did the girl do next?”

“She spreads my lips apart, like that. Then she reaches down to her own pussy, and spreads it the same way. She brings her clit down against mine and starts bumping away, up and down. Bump, bump, bump, bump, bump. She’s mashing hers against mine. It feels heavenly. She’s wet too, so this must excite her as well. The strange part is, she’s talking to me the whole time. How is my job, how are the kids, bump, bump, bump. She tells me she went to a new restaurant, what she had there, bump, bump, bump.”