My Exhibitionist Mom- Book Seven
Copyright© 2025 by Jill Jacobson
Chapter 8: The Video Clips, Part II
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: The Video Clips, Part II - 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 found a videotape in Mom’s secret stash (nothing is secret if you own teenagers) in her closet, and I watched it with Patty. In it, Mom had attached two clips to her breasts and one to her clit, and she masturbated herself hands-free on all fours by pulling against them. It must have been kind of painful but it was sexy as hell, but I was determined to try it myself, with Patty to help me and cheer me on.
I couldn’t wait for the next Saturday to roll around, because I know Mom would be working another double shift and Patty’s Mom and Dad would be out, too. But it did roll around, and I told Patty not to jerk off the whole week. I didn’t think she would be able to last, but I know I did. I wanted to be locked and loaded. I felt like the slightest touch could bring me off. But this would be far from the slightest touch.
I took a chance ringing her doorbell with my blouse unbuttoned all the way. No bra, my 36-Cs swinging free and ready for the challenge. Patty answered the door completely nude, and I stood for a moment admiring her small breasts with long nipples and her beautiful blonde hair, proven natural by the sparse, light-colored bush that sprouted between her legs.
“God,” she said, “I am so ready for this. I really didn’t jerk for the whole week, did you?”
“I didn’t either, and I’m so proud of you, Patty! I just hope we don’t come too quickly. I’d like to make this last.”
“Well, there’s always ‘sloppy seconds!’”
I shucked off my blouse and stepped out of my skirt as we went downstairs. No underwear. I was literally dripping, and Patty could see the drips on my thighs. “We’d better get you hooked up, you look ready to erupt at any second!”
“Do you have the camcorder?”
“Yes, that’s it right there. It’s already recording.” I wanted to videotape my experience, just like Mom did. Who knows, maybe someday we would watch them together and compare notes!
I had measured the distance from my tits and pussy to the floor and cut the string to length, and attached the strings to the clips. I positioned myself on all fours in front of the camera, and had Patty hold the clips to my clit and breasts to check my work, which seemed accurate enough. “Okay,” I said, “Let’s tie all three strings together so that I can stimulate all three areas at once, just by moving my ass and chest up and down. That’s how Mom did it.” Once we had tied the strings together I realized we needed a weight for them, like our big dictionary at home. “Do you have a dictionary here, Patty?”
“No, but I have something even better. Mom’s bible! Look at the size of this thing!”
“Plus, the symbolism and irony fit the occasion perfectly! This is probably two or three of the deadly sins!”
“Can you imagine Mother’s face if she found out we were using her bible to play with ourselves! I love it!” Patty positioned the bible between her legs and rubbed herself against it. “Have you seen the pictures of Jesus in this? He’s pretty hot. I would not mind getting fucked by Jesus one bit!”
“Bring that over here. Okay, it’s time to attach these things. Do you want to try them out first?”
“Let me see the bottom one.” Patty sat back on the floor against a pillow propped next to the couch, and opened her legs. She opened the clip and tried to attach it to her clit. “My clit is too small! I can’t get it to stay.”
“Hold on, maybe it needs some attention to get hard.” I came over to sit beside her, and I reached down with one hand to spread her lips wide open. With the other I took the shaft of her clit and jerked it up and down. She started moving her hips in rhythm with my hand.
“God, that feels good, Jill, but it’s not getting that much bigger. It’s been as erect as it gets the whole week. See if you can put it on me.” I tried, but it kept slipping off.
“I can’t get it to stay.”
“If you keep doing that I’m going to come. I want to save it up for when you’re ready.” She took the other two and applied them to her nipples. “Wow, this really hurts, but I’m so turned on right now I could totally masturbate with these on.”
“Hand them over, I’m ready to start.” Patty positioned the bible under me and placed the strings underneath. Even though I was wet my clit is so big I knew I could get the clip to stay on. I attached them to my nipples first. They were no strangers to a little pinching and pain. They sent an immediate signal down my body to my clit about what to expect.
“Put this one on my clit, Patty.”
“God, Jill, yours sticks out so far!”
“Not as far as Mom’s. OW! God, that really takes some getting used to. Put your finger in my cunt to help me take my mind off things.” She did, and it felt good. The sensations were heightened by a factor of 100 as every little throb was filtered through the pain. She tugged on the nipple strings, and I realize I was already ready to come. I got up onto all fours and started bucking my hips backward in a slight motion, tugging the string forward against my engorged clitoris.
“God, Jill, the look on your face! I can’t tell if you’re ready to come or ready to faint!” I kept moving my ass backward in little jolts of movement, each one translating its sensations directly to my source of pleasure. I jerked back and forth and up and down. I felt like I was on fire.
“God. It hurts. Oh god, I’m almost there. I’m going to come.”
“Put your finger into your ass just like your Mom did. I want to see that.” I reached my hand up and eased my index finger in. The whole area was soaking wet with my juices.
“I’m gonna come. I’M GONNA COME!”
Then I heard voices. Then I saw movement, then my orgasm hit just as I recognized Mom and Mrs. Hicks strolling down the stairs chatting.