My Exhibitionist Mom Book Fourteen

MY EXHIBITIONIST MOM, BOOK FOURTEEN

Hi! I hope you’ve enjoyed the first thirteen “My Exhibitionist Mom” books. Amie, the exhibitionist Mom, her Daughter Jill, and their unusual circle of friends and neighbors make their world into an interesting soup of sex, humor and lifelike situations! In this book, Jill is over at her friend Lisa’s and they happen upon her uninhibited Mom masturbating, and re-create the event with their clothes on. Then, back home, Jill catches her Mom peeing, then masturbating, and has some fun when her neighbor Patty stops by. Then, Jill’s boyfriend Josh shocks her by telling his Mom he wants to beat off onto her stockings, then proceeds to do it, while she’s wearing them, goading him and embarrassing him! Then, during a movie night with Maisie, the girls convince Maisie’s Mom to masturbate while they give her a massage, and more…. Jill’s friend Faith wants her to take her virginity with a fake penis, as she fantasizes about her Dad; then dreams and reality start to blur…. Jill’s ‘bad girl’ friend Bobbi craves a dangerous semi-public encounter, and Jill follows her under the football bleachers to show off to each other. In Part II, teacher Mrs. Giamotti discovers them, and has her own fun, before Mrs. Delaney catches the three of them and exacts her own form of discipline. At the nude beach, Jill meets an older lady to masturbate with in the bathroom stall, and when a nasty prude discovers them, it only makes it more fun! At her nerdy friend Jane’s house, her Mom embarrasses her by masturbating with the door open, then shows them how to do it using the washing machine! And finally, at Jill’s non-descript friend Hailey’s house, the Mom thinks that her Daughter is asexual, but it turns out not to be the case, as they play a little game on Mrs. Brown. I hope you enjoy Jill and her friends and Mom, doing what they love to do most!

All characters are depicted as over 18 years old.

CHAPTER 131-DOING IT WITH LISA

I used to know a girl named Lisa McCaffrey, until she moved away last year. She had dark, wavy hair, a wide smile and a very fetching dimple near her mouth. like Lee Grant. She had her own sense of style. She wore a black choker with a gemstone in the middle (not always the same), wore a lot of red lipstick, green eye shadow, and a lot of silver bangles on her wrist. She was the only girl I knew who wore a belly chain. I know because I saw her in the showers after gym class. She also had what we used to refer to as “puffy tits.” Which meant that she had very small nipples, but HUGE areolae that stood out from the rest of her breasts. It was almost like an extra breast that grew on top of her regular breast. She was good-looking and had a reputation for being stuck-up, or stand-offish, but she was none of those things to me. We sometimes skipped class together, and we would go to her house and smoke marijuana together, until I quit that last year.

Usually, her Mom would be at work, and I didn’t meet her for a long time. But Lisa told me one time that she had quit her job, and that she would be home when we arrived. Which didn’t seem like a big deal, they had plenty of money and she just worked because she liked to get out of the house, according to Lisa. She also told me to be “prepared for anything” the first time I saw her. I didn’t know what she meant by that, and I didn’t ask. Was she an alcoholic or something?

This time I was there to exchange some clothes with her, because we’re roughly the same size, and every once in a while, I feel like wearing something a little crazier than normal, and she might want to wear something a little more designer-ish than she usually does. When she invited me in, we went to her room to drop off our stuff, and we heard some talking coming from her Mom’s room. She motioned me toward her door, and there was her Mom, stark naked, sitting up on her headboard with her legs splayed out in front of her. There was a large vibrator buried halfway in her snatch.

Mom,” Lisa said, “This is Jill.”

“Hi, Jill, nice to meet you.”

“OH! Do you want us to come back later?”

“It’s okay, Jill,” Lisa explained. “Mom masturbates fairly often, usually with the door open.”

“I don’t mind, Jill. We all do it, I guess, except the ones who say they don’t, and those are the ones that do it harder. I’ll just keep going.” She took the vibrator in her hand and shoved it into herself more. Now it was buried about three-quarters, but it looked to be at least 12 inches long, and pretty thick. “Oh, before I forget, Lisa, there’s a parent-teacher meeting coming up soon, do you know when it is?” She pushed the vibrator in and out, making a concentrated face as it thrust home each time.

“I think it’s in October.”

“Do you know what day? Uh. Uh. Uh.” Now she was holding her tit and jiggling it up and down while she inserted the fake penis. She had the same puffy tits as her daughter did.

“I think it’s the 25th?”

“Uhm Uh. Shit. Shit. Okay. Uh.”

“Why, is that bad? I think it’s a Wednesday.”

“Shit, Shit. Oh, no, that’s fine. I’m just going to come soon.”

“Oh! Do you want us to give you a little privacy, Mrs. McCaffrey?”

“Oh, it’s okay, Jill. Mom has come in front of me many times. No big deal. I’d kind of like to see the grand finale.”

“Oh, you want to watch? Okay. Uh. Uh. Shit.” Making the concentrated face, looking down at herself, she thrust the device in and out of her pussy. She was actually quite attractive, with short, dark pixie hair, her puffy tits very firm, with her large areolas jiggling, her long legs spread out before her, her hand working the vibrator. Her pussy was unshaved but closely trimmed. “I’ll speed things up. Jill, are you going to the parent-teacher conference, too? Uh. Uh.”

“Yes. Luckily my grades are pretty good this year. I don’t expect any violence from either side.” Mrs. McCaffrey laughed at that one, then went back to her concentrating face.

“That’s good, Jill. Uh, uh, uh. Lisa’s, too. Makes everything go a little smoother, doesn’t it.”

“Mom, that’s a big one you have there. Is that new?”

“No, not new. I don’t think I’ve used this one in front of you before. It does feel good, though. I think I’m just about ready. Shall I finish off”

“Sure, Mom, go ahead.”

“Okay with you, Jill?”

“Oh, yes, Mrs. McCaffrey, I’d love to watch your orgasm.”

“Okay, here goes.” She fucked it in and out, hard, with a face of extreme concentration, then looked up at us, smiling broadly. “I’m ready to come.”

“Go, Mom! Let’s see!”

“Okay! Okay! Shit! Watch, now, here it comes! Ahh. Uhhh. Uhhh! OHHHH! OHH, YEAH! SHIT! I’M DOING IT! Ohhh! You watching, Lisa?”

“Yes, Mom!”

“Watching, Jill?” Now she was smiling as she finished her orgasm, thrusting the vibrator still, enjoying the aftershocks of her pleasure.

“Oh, yes, Mrs. McCaffrey! That was wonderful!”

“Wow, that one wore me out a little.”

“That was great, Mom, even inspirational,” Lisa said, cryptically. “We’ll chat later, Mom,” Lisa said with a wave, and grabbed my hand. As we walked down the hall to her room, she said, “God, that always gets me hot. Do you wanna masturbate with me? I’ll go quick.”

This was surprising, because we’ve never talked about sex. But I kind of wanted to see her in the nude. “Oh! Sure! I got pretty worked up watching your sexy Mom, too!”

“Perfect! Come sit next to me on the bed.” We laid down together, side-by-side, against the headboard, which was perfect-I wanted her sitting up so I could see her puffy tits jiggle. “I’m just going to put my hand down my pants and jerk off. I’m not as free and open as Mom is!”

“Oh, are you a little shy?” I was a little disappointed, but maybe I could convince her to at least pull up her top.

‘I don’t know…. A little bit, I guess. Plus, I don’t shave or anything, so you may not like it.”

“I don’t care about that at all, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I’ll do it under my pants, too.”

“Okay.” She immediately shoved her hand into her pants and started jiggling her hand. “I can’t believe I’m doing this! Right in front of you.”

“Do you want me to turn my head or anything?”

“I don’t know.” She was quiet for a minute, and all I could hear was the rustling of her hand against her jeans. “God, I’m making so much noise! Hear that?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of sexy. I can hear exactly how fast your hand is moving. You must be going pretty fast.”

“Hmmm. Yeah. I guess so.” Rustle-rustle- rustle.

“Your Mom looked pretty hot doing it with that vibrator,” I noted.

“Oh my god! I’ve never seen her use anything that big!”

“She slid it right in like she was pretty used to it.”

“I know! I think that thing would have split me in two! Shit! I’m horny already.” I could hear the rustling of her jeans as her hand moved up and down over her snatch. “Are you horny yet?”

“I’ve been horny the whole time. But I want to watch you do it for a while, so I don’t want to come too fast.”

“Oh my god! Don’t watch me! Uh. Uh. Jesus I’m horny.”

“You don’t want me to watch you? If you don’t want me to, I won’t.”

“I don’t know. Seems so embarrassing! I probably make weird noises and weird faces! Uh. Uh. Uh.”

“Oh, everybody does that. Sometimes I try to make a weird face on purpose when I’m jerking off in front of my boyfriend, because I know he likes it.”

“Really? That’s so hot! You masturbate in front of him?”

“Oh, yeah. All the time. Sometimes when he’s fucking me, so we can come at the same time. I wait until he’s ready to shoot inside me, and I go harder myself to catch up with him. Then I make the weird face to get him to shoot, and he blows off right up my pussy, while I spasm all around him.”

“Fuck. That’s making me horny. Even my Mom made kind of a weird face.”

“I did?” And there was Mrs. McCaffrey, standing at the doorway, with her clothes back on. “I made a weird face when I came off?”

“MOM! Uh. Uh. Uh. Shit! I don’t think I can stop!”

“Why do you need to stop? Go ahead, Honey, let it out.”

“Mom, I’m going to come!”

“Go ahead, Lisa. I can see your hand moving a mile a minute under there. You must be ready to pop.”

“I’m ready to pop, Mom! I don’t think I can do it in front of you, though!”

“Of course you can. I just did it with a vibrator up in there. Don’t you want to come off?”

“Yes. Yes, I want to pop. But right in front of you?”

“Well, you’re fully clothed. You just look like you’re scratching an itch. Just keep scratching until you’re done. Look right up here. You doing it too, Jill?”

“Yes, Mrs. McCaffrey, I’m scratching my itch, too.”

“You gonna pop off soon, too?”

“Yeah. I’m waiting for Lisa.”

“Oh, god! Everyone’s waiting for me? Uh. Uh. Uh. I’m going to do it, then. You’re all going to look? Am I making a weird face?”

“No, not really. Pretty normal. Go ahead, Honey. Finish off. Jill’s waiting for you.”

“Jesus. Okay. Uh. Uh. Uh. Should I look at you now, Mom?”

“Yes, of course. Let’s see. Go ahead and do it. You’ll feel good doing it that way. Very open. Letting it all out.”

“Okay, Mom. Here it goes.” She looked at me. She was ready. I gave her a smile and nodded my head. Then she looked back at her Mom, swallowing and breathing hard. I had to hold back my own hand, because I was almost ready to pop, as they would say. “I’m gonna pop off. Here goes. Here it goes.”

“Commmmme on. Commmmme on,” Mrs. McCaffrey said soothingly.

Lisa bucked her hips off the bed in rhythm with her hand, moving fast on top of her cunt, as her orgasm overtook her. “Uhhhhh. Uhhhhh. Uhhhhh.”

“That’s it! Yeah! Look at you, Honey, you’re jerking off!”

“Uhhhhh. Uhhhh. Uhhhhh.” Lisa closed her eyes, regained her breath. Then opened them slowly. Her heartbeat was visible.

“Now, that looked pretty good, Lisa! Did you like it?”

“I loved it, Mom, but I’m so embarrassed right now. I can’t believe I just did that.”

“Nonsense, Lisa. All girls do it. What about your friend Jill? She’s waiting to do it.”

“Oh, yeah. Are you going to do it, Jill?”

“Sure! I’m gonna do it, too. I have a little request, though, for both of you.”

“You do? For Mom and me? What?”

“Would you mind pulling up your shirts? So I can see your breasts as I finish off?”

Mrs. McCaffrey said, “Ha, ha, ha! I think I know what she likes, Honey.”

“You do?” I asked. I guess my request was more transparent than I thought.

“She wants to see our puffies, Honey!”

“Our puffies?”

“I think Jill likes puffy tits! Some guys love them. And some girls, too, I guess. Is that what you like, Jill? You like our little puffies? I see you rubbing a little faster down there!”

“Really? My titties, Jill? I don’t even like my titties very much.”

“Yes! Yes! I like them! Come on, Lisa, pull your top up!”

Mrs. McCaffrey pulled up her blouse and tucked it into the neckline with renewed enthusiasm. She reached back to undo her bra, and let it fall, leaving her tits bouncing and swaying. “She likes puffies, Lisa!”

“Should I do it? Pull my top up so she can see?”

“Of course. She wants to. I knew a guy who used to make me jiggle them for him.”

Lisa reluctantly pulled her top up, a tight knit sweater. “The bra too, Honey, she wants to see them bare.” Lisa reached back to release the clasp of her bra, but I beat her too it and almost yanked it off of her.

“That’s a girl,” her Mom said. “Doesn’t she have nice ones, Jill?”

“Yes, Mrs. McCaffrey, and so do you. Can you both hold them up, and display them for me?”

“Gosh, Jill, you’re so weird!”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Honey, just go ahead and hold them up for her. We all have our little quirks. Right, Jill?” She held one in each hand, for me to see.

“That’s right, Mrs. McCaffrey. Oh, that looks so nice. I’m playing with myself really good now. You do it too, Lisa! Jiggle them!”

Lisa rolled her eyes, but put her hands underneath her breasts, and cupped them, then held them up and out for me to see. “Like that?”

“OOh! Yes! Can you both jiggle them a little bit?”

“Ha, ha! Let’s jiggle our puffy tits for her, Lisa!” Mrs. McCaffrey grasped each breast between her thumb and forefinger and jiggled them up and down, not together but in opposing motions, which somehow made it even sexier. Lisa watched her Mom, and then did it the same way.

“Ooooh! Look at your tits jiggling up and down like that. You see how sexy that is? Look how fast my hand is going underneath my jeans!”

“Go for it, Jill! Ha, ha, ha!” Mrs. McCaffrey said. I was looking at their bouncing breasts, and they both had their eyes on my hand, moving up and down inside my pants, masturbating quickly.

“Can you do one more thing for me, and rub them against each other while you’re jiggling them? Just touch your nipples together and bounce them up and down. I promise it will feel good!”

Lisa made a mock frown. “Really, Jill? You want Mom and me to rub out tits together? Don’t you think that’s a little weird?”

“Weird? I don’t think it’s that weird. My Mom and I have done that,” I lied. “Breasts are not like sexual organs or anything. It’s just touching.”

“If you think it’s weird, Honey, we don’t have to. But Jill here seems to like it.”

“Do you want to, Mom?”

“I don’t mind. They’re just tits, after all, right Jill?”

“Yes, Mrs. McCaffrey, they just sit around inside your bra all day, and they don’t get out that much. Maybe they deserve a little exercise.”

“God, Jill, you’re so weird!” Lisa said. “You really want to see that? Will that make you masturbate better?”

“Yes! YES! Try it, Lisa! Hold your breasts up against your Mom’s.” They both did it, laughing a little bit. “Now, move them up and down against each other.” They tentatively slid the nipples together. “That’s it! It’s not so bad, right?”

“I guess not. Feels kind of good, actually. Do you like it, Mom?”

“Yeah. Our puffy tits feel good against each other, don’t they.”

“Can you rub them around a little harder?”

Mrs. McCaffrey shifted her seat on the edge of the bed to face her Daughter more closely. “Okay. Here.” And she grasped her breasts firmly, and rubbed them harder against her Daughter’s, nipple-to-nipple, and especially around the areolas.

“Oh, god! I’m going to come soon!” I took my hand out of my jeans and spread my legs.

“Well don’t stop now!” Lisa said.

“No! I’m so excited, I think I can come from the outside. Just by rubbing my fist up against my snatch, right through my pants. You want to see it?”

“Of course, Jill. You go ahead and get yourself off,” her Mom said. “You want us to keep going?”

“Yes! Yes! Keep going! Keep touching them together and jiggling. I’m going to come.” I balled up my fist, and used my other hand to push it even harder against my denim-clad pussy.

“You like our puffy titties, rubbing together like this?” Mrs. McCaffrey goaded.

“Yes. I like it. I love watching them. Do you see my pussy? I’m going to wet it when I come. Right through my jeans. Is that okay? Is it too weird?”

This time, Lisa perked up. “YES! I want to see THAT! You’re going to make a wet spot on your pants when you come?” I nodded “Wow! What do you think of that, Mom?” Lisa was rubbing her tits against her Mom’s with a new-found vigor.

“Ha, ha, ha! I think she’s pretty excited. She likes watching our tits, Lisa! You want to see her wet?”

“Yes, Mom! I’ve never seen that before.”

“Yeah, I think I’d like to see her wet, too!”

“I’m going to come soon. Watch.” I moved my balled fist against myself. “Watch my cunt.” A pre-orgasm spasm jolted a spurt of juice out of my vagina, and a wet spot radiated through my jeans. “Aahhh! See? See the wet spot?”

“Shit! Did you come?”

“No! I’m gonna come now. Ahhh!” And another spasm shot my juice against my jeans, with a fresh wet spot. “I’m doing it.”

“Wow!” Mrs. McCaffrey exclaimed, Mother and Daughter wide-eyed, looking at each other. “Good, Jill!”

“I’M COMING! I’M COMING!” I bucked my hips up and down and new wet spots formed in the crotch of my jeans with each spasm, my legs wide open for them to see, now just my rigid, pointed forefinger stimulating my clit through my pants so they could see the whole soaked, stained bottoms.

“Oh my god, Mom! Did you see that?” But Lisa had not stopped rubbing her nipples onto her Mothers’.

“Yes, I did! That was great, Jill!”

“Fuck, Jill, that made me horny again! Mom, did that make you horny?”

“Ha, ha, ha! Yes! It sure did!”

“I think I need to do it again.”

“Masturbate, you mean?”

“Yes, Mom, I think I need to. All this rubbing against your nipples has me all excited, too. Is it too much? To do it twice, I mean?”

“No, not at all. Sometimes I need to go twice. It’s perfectly normal.”

“Did you ever go twice, Jill?”

“Oh, me? I think my record is four in the space of an hour. Two is nothing. Go ahead, Lisa. Do it again.”

“Are you going to go again, Mom? Do you want to do it with me?”

“Sure, Honey, I’ll do it with you.”

“Can you keep rubbing your nipples against mine? I want to try and do it while we’re rubbing.”

“Okay, I like the way it feels. Are you going to pull down this time? I’m going to take my pants off so I can move my hand easier.”

“Should I? I guess it’s okay. Jill knows I don’t shave or anything.” Mrs. McCaffrey had taken her pants down, and pulled them off. The panties soon followed.

“Go ahead and pull down, Lisa, I want to see it,” I said. “My Mom doesn’t shave either, and I like looking at hers.”

“You do?”

“Of course! It’s beautiful! Go ahead and pull down. Let’s see it.”

“Okay.” Lisa leaned back and pulled her pants and panties all the way down to her ankles. “See?”

“It looks fine, Honey, what are you so worried about? It’s very natural. Many guys love it that way.”

“Why don’t you lean up and continue rubbing your nipples together.”

“It does feel good, Mom.”

“It sure does, Lisa.” Mrs. McCaffrey licked both palms and spread her saliva onto her breasts and nipples. Then she did it again, and a third time. She leaned down and rubbed them against her Daughter’s. “Doesn’t it feel good like that?”

“Yeah.” Now she was moving her hand up and down, over her hairy pussy. “I’m so excited, Mom. I’m going to pop off soon. Can I watch you with your vibrator again? The big one? I want to see it go in.”

“Oh. You want to see that? Okay, hold on, I’ll go get it.”

“Oh-I’ll get it, Mrs. McCaffrey. You keep rubbing.”

“Okay, it’s right on the nightstand.”

I padded off to her room, my pants still soaking wet at the crotch. I found the vibrator and gave it a little sniff. Back in Lisa’s room, I held it up and waved it. “Do you want me to wet it up for you?” Without waiting for a reply, I licked it, rotating it along my tongue.

“Oh! Thank you, Jill. You want to watch me put it in, Lisa?”

“YES, Mom, it’s huge!”

“Okay.” She leaned back on the bed, and spread her legs, the device poised at her entrance. With two hands, she slowly worked it into her vagina. “It’s big, but it feels good when it’s in.”

I asked, “Did you ever have a man that big, Mrs. McCaffrey?”

“Yes. Once I had a one-night stand with a guy this big. It was only one night, because I couldn’t walk for two days afterward! There. It’s all the way in now.”

“Okay, Mom, sit back up so we can jiggle our tits. Wet them up again, that feels good.”

“I’ll do it,” I offered, and went over to their side of the bed to lick all four breasts as they held each one up in turn.

“Gosh, Jill, that felt pretty good,” Lisa said. “I can’t take it. I’m going to come.”

“Wait for me, Lisa, we’ll come together. I just need a few minutes. I can’t jiggle and work the vibrator at the same time, though.”

“Here, Mom, do you want me to put it up you while you jiggle with me? I have a free hand.”

“Oh, yes. That’d be great, Honey. Do it slowly at first.” They both watched as Lisa worked the giant vibrator into Mrs. McCaffrey’s cunt.

“God, that looks great inside your pussy, Mrs. McCaffrey. I bet it feels good, too.”

“Mmm. Yes, it does. Point it upwards, Honey, as if you were going to push it against the top of my vagina.”

“Okay. Like this?”

“Yup. Yeah. That feels good. Move it in and out a little faster now. Yup, just like that. Keep doing it that way. Yes. That’s perfect.”

“Are you going to come soon, Mom?”

“Yeah. Keep pus