My Exhibitionist Mom- Book Seven
Copyright© 2025 by Jill Jacobson
Chapter 2: Snug on a Rug
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Snug on a Rug - 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
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.’”