My Exhibitionist Mom- Book Seven
Copyright© 2025 by Jill Jacobson
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 had been rooting around in Mom’s closets looking for incriminating evidence, and I found a VHS videotape marked “clips” in her handwriting. I confronted her with exhibit “A” and asked, “Hey, Mom, what’s this a tape of? I bet I can guess! It’s clips of porno movies, isn’t it?”
She took a closer look at the dusty tape and said, “Ha, ha, ha! Thank goodness we don’t have a VCR anymore! You can ask me a thousand times about that one and I doubt you’ll get one straight answer! Where did you get this, anyway?”
“I found it in the closet in the basement,” I lied. “Come on, Mom, how bad could it be? I’ve seen all kinds of porn, you know, the weirdest stuff is only a click away.”
“It’s amazing, with all that pornography, no one ever invented the pornograph!”
Okay, that one made me laugh. My Mom can be such a witty little charmer! “Mom, you’re stalling now!”
“Oh, I’m not stalling, I already told you I’ll never divulge that information, even under torture, although that would be, well, never mind. Hand that thing over.
I gave it to her, knowing she would probably bury it right in her bedroom closet where I got it from. “I’ll just have to use my imagination, Mom, and things are going to go a lot worse for you there!” She chuckled, and I skipped off to phone Patty, noting, for future reference, that Mom walked right into her bedroom.
“Patty, do you still have that VCR?”
“Yup, it’s right in the basement den where it’s been for the last 200 years. We also have a Ford Edsel in the garage if you’d like to go for a drive.”
“Does it still work?”
“The Edsel or the VCR?”
“Listen, you dummy, I’m working on something possibly epic here. I found an old videotape in my Mom’s secret stash, and I bet it’s something juicy. She won’t tell me what’s on it.”
“Well then we’ll have to investigate! The VCR still works- Dad made us watch a Cary Grant movie on it last weekend! It was pretty good, actually.”
“I’ll bet this is better. Mom has to work the whole day on Saturday, so clear your schedule.” I couldn’t wait four days for Saturday to show up. I was dying of curiosity, and I went into her closet to make sure the tape was there. It was, and six minutes after Mom was out the door I was over at Patty’s basement with the tape.
“No one’s here, either,” she said.
“Perfect. Cue this baby up.” She put it into the machine, pressed “play,” and there she was, looking as beautiful as ever.
“Audrey Hepburn!” Patty yelled. “You got me all excited for Audrey Hepburn?”
“Well, Audrey Hepburn is pretty hot! Sorry Patty, I was so sure something fun would be on here.”
“Well, never fear, I have some backup porn.” She was already at her computer, working her magic. I was peering over her shoulder to see what she was up to, when I heard what sounded like someone rubbing against a microphone. We both looked over at the TV, and Audrey was gone, and in her place was an empty room. The tape was still playing.
“This movie is getting even WORSE,” Patty said. But all of a sudden my Mom came into view in front of the camera, and my mouth almost dropped to the floor. She was wearing a black bra with the nipples cut out, a black garter belt with stockings, black high heels, and nothing else. Her hair looked like it was just done and she was wearing full makeup.
She sat on the floor facing the camera and said, “Are you ready for this? I’m not sure I am, but here goes.” I wonder who she was talking to? She had what looked like string in her hand, and a large book, maybe our big dictionary. She came back to the camera, her face right up near it, so close that the audio was distorted when she spoke. She said quietly, “I hope you enjoy this. I hope I enjoy this. Look at what I do for you. Pay close attention. Don’t turn away for one moment.”
She crawled a few feet away from the camera and sat on the floor facing away from the camera. Her hand, the one with the string in it, went between her legs and fiddled around. Her arm wasn’t moving so she didn’t seem to be masturbating, but she was looking down at what she was doing. Patty gazed at me, wondering, “What is she doing?”
“I have NO idea!” Then we both jumped as Mom let out a yelp.
“Ow! Oh, Jesus. God,” Mom cried. Then her hands went up to her breasts, one at a time, and fiddled as she did in her crotch. We couldn’t see what she was doing in front of herself facing away from us. “Jesus Christ,” she said, turning to the side to allow the camera mike to hear her. “I need a moment. Give me a moment.” She did not seem happy with what she was doing at all. Then she went up on all fours, doggie position, and there was her beautiful pussy, facing us.
Patty said, “Is someone else there? Is someone going to fuck her? I hope so!”