My Exhibitionist Mom- Book Seven
Copyright© 2025 by Jill Jacobson
Chapter 6: You’re So Sensitive!
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: You’re So Sensitive! - 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 have a friend named Emily whom I learned has a special talent that I wish I had and that I’m glad I don’t. We were at her house and we went swimming in her pool, and when I went to get dressed again I found that my clothes were soaked in a big puddle from the overflow. My shirt was dry, but my pants, undies and bra were soaked. I had brought a pair of shorts to change into, and Emily said I could borrow one of her bras. I said, “Oh, don’t worry about it, I can go braless ‘til I get home.” She had already dressed in her shirt and a pair of gray yoga pants, the kind you can’t wear panties with.
She made a little laugh and said, “Oh, you’re so lucky! I can’t wear a shirt without bra.”
“Why? Too sensitive?”
“I guess, in a way...”
“I’ve never had any chafing issues there, luckily.”
“Neither have I. It’s a whole different kind of sensitive...”
“What do you mean?”
“Ha, ha, ha. I’ll show you, if you’d like.”
“Now I’m curious...”
“If you’re sure...”
“YES, yes, show me.” We were sitting out on her patio. She scooted all the way forward on her chair. Then she reached up under her shirt and pulled her bra down underneath. She spread her legs all the way open. Then she started touching her nipples, fondling them. I could tell underneath her shirt that the palms of her hands were underneath each breast, cupping them, with her thumbs were rubbing up and down, flicking each nipple. Then she started opening and closing her legs. She began to pinch her nipples, then let them go, then she did it faster. And she opened and closed her legs farther and faster. She was looking down at herself.
This went on for about a minute, then I saw a wet stain form between her legs. Then more and more, and it dripped a little onto bricks and she said “Uhhhhh.” And looked up at me. She had never touched her pussy.
I was shocked and surprised! I said, “Wow! That was pretty hot! You came, didn’t you!”
“I did, and that would happen just from my shirt rubbing against my nipples in the middle of the mall, they’re so sensitive.”
“That’s amazing! I wish I could do that!”
“Be careful what you wish for, Jill, it’s both a blessing and a curse!” Just then Emily’s Mom came out with a bowl of chips and some water for us. She looked between Emily’s legs and laughed.
She said, “I see Emily has shown you her special ability. I guess I am responsible for that.”
I said, “YOU are? Why is that?”
“Genetics!”
Emily said, “Mom and I have discussed this many times, and we both have the same issue. It can come over us at the most inopportune times.”
I said, “That’s amazing, Mrs. King! I can hardly believe what I saw! I can’t believe that you can do that too.”
“You can’t? Well, watch.” Mrs. King is almost a carbon copy of her Daughter, only a bit older. She has brown hair, swept up behind her with curls coming out in front of her ears, athletic body, about 5’ 4”, and very tan. She was wearing a white top and gray yoga pants, just like her Daughter! She sat down, put her hands under her shirt, pulled her bra down, and began fondling her nipples, just as her Daughter did. Immediately fluid formed at her opening, and started to flow out of her yoga pants. She was looking at me with a smile on her face. She said, “This won’t take very long, Jill. Here it comes.” In even less time than her Daughter, she shuddered and a little splat of juices forced its way out of her vagina, through the yoga pants and splashed on the patio tiles. Splat, splat, splat. “What do you think of that, Jill?”
“Like Mother, like Daughter! It’s a miracle!”
“I won’t deny that having an orgasm so easily is nice, when you want one. But depending on the circumstances it can be very, very embarrassing.”
“Have you gone off in an inappropriate place?”
“I have. Several times. What about you, Emily? I’m sure it’s happened to you as well.”
“Yes, Mom. It sure has. On the bus, for instance. I was on the bus, and it was really crowded. Everyone was jostling against each other. There was this SUPER-cute guy, and his arm was brushing right against my tits, and he didn’t even realize it. He brushed against one breast, then the other, then the first one, and the motion of the bus, and by then I was ready to come! I guess I did nothing to stop it.”
“What happened?”
“I started to orgasm. I could feel myself clenching and unclenching, and I knew the juices would start flowing and there was nothing I could do. Thank goodness I was at least wearing a skirt so you wouldn’t see a big wet spot there, like this one. Just then the bus stopped, and about three-quarters of the passengers got off at the same time, as I stood there, still dazed! I was left standing there over a small puddle, shivering from my orgasm. A couple people looked at me with a quizzical expression, but I’m not sure they knew what happened.”
I said, “That’s wild! What about you, Mrs. King?”