My Exhibitionist Mom- Book Seven
Copyright© 2025 by Jill Jacobson
Chapter 1: You Don’t Know Jack
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: You Don’t Know Jack - 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; and other saucy characters. All ten "My Exhibitionist Mom," books by Jill Jacobson are available at Zbookstore.com. ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED AS OVER 18
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Fa ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Sister Daughter Niece Aunt Grand Parent BDSM Humiliation Spanking Group Sex White Female Oriental Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Lactation Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Hairy Public Sex Small Breasts Teacher/Student Nudism
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.