My Exhibitionist Mom- Book Seven
Copyright© 2025 by Jill Jacobson
Chapter 4: The Bathtub, Part II
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: The Bathtub, 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
Hi, and welcome to the continuing adventures of Amie, the Exhibitionist Mom and her Daughter Jill. In the last chapter, Mom had told me about an experience she had when she was a teenager, about an old tub that’s a relic in the girls’ gym locker room, and her P.E. teacher at the time, sort of innocent but VERY arousing. I wanted to try to relive it for myself, with my own gym teacher, Miss Schroeder. All eleven “My Exhibitionist Mom,” books by Jill Jacobson are available at Zbookstore.com.
ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED AS OVER 18
I started to pay more attention to the comings and goings of Miss Schroeder, the gym teacher. I stayed later sometimes after soccer practice, and when I took my shower, she was always there, and sometimes she took hers too, and never seemed fazed at all if I saw her in the nude, or if she saw me. She never took any care to hide her body, and once I saw her in the shower, shaving her pussy. She looked up and saw me. She didn’t hide or become embarrassed, she actually spread her pussy with her fingers so that she could continue. And she smiled at me. I was so dumbfounded I forgot to smile back. I wanted to stay and watch her finish shaving her pussy, and look at it so wide open. But I discreetly waved at her and walked on. So one afternoon I decided to re-enact Mom’s plan, and I asked Miss Schroeder to help me. I waited until she was through with her shower, and I hadn’t started mine. We were both nude under our towels.
“Miss Schroeder,” I said, “I thought I might try out this old bathtub today. Can you help me fill it up?”
“Sure, Jill,” she said, “I think the valve is over by the maintenance closet. But you know this thing is an ice bath, right? I don’t think it fills all the way up.”
“That’s okay. I just feel like soaking today.”
“I can sure understand that, Jill. Some days I don’t even feel like standing up long enough to take a shower. I’ll go start it.” I heard the pipes fill, and I turned on the spigots to adjust the water temperature. It filled up about 16 inches, it would only be enough to cover my legs and pussy.
“I think that’s as high as it goes, Jill, it won’t even cover you up.”
“That’s okay, I brought some bubble bath with me!” I was churning the water with my hand to suds it up a bit. I dropped my towel and lowered myself into the tub. She was standing by, watching.
“You’re a brave girl, Jill, I’ve never seen anyone use that tub. I always assumed it was haunted!”
“Well, it’s not perfect. It kind of leaves my breasts bare. That’s okay. Miss Schroeder, would you do me a favor and soap up my back? I’m so tense.”
“Sure, Jill. Sit up for me.” She took the lufa sponge I borrowed from Mom. Was it the same one she had used all those years ago? She dipped it in the soapy water and rubbed it on my back.
“You are tense, Jill, I can feel it in your back. Take a deep breath for me and exhale all the way. Being a teenager is stressful sometimes. That’s it. Do it again. Feel better?”
“It does feel good, Miss Schroeder. I don’t know why I feel so uptight.” Wow it did feel good. She was rubbing my back up near my neck, and then dipping the sponge in the water and running it over my shoulder blades. I could have sat there all day.
“I do. Being a teenager is a lot of work. I remember it well. You’re 18 and a half? I’m not THAT much older than you, Jill. The schoolwork, drama with boys, drama with friends, drama with parents, thinking about the future. There are so many different kinds of pressure, pulling at you from all sides.” I remembered the story Mom had told me. I put my hand under the water, resting the palm on my thigh, like Mom had described. I tested the distance from my thumb to my clit. It was perfect. My clit was already hard and awaiting further instructions.
“What do you do for a release, Jill?” I froze. Did she see my toying with my clit already?
“I beg your pardon?”
“Well, I guess I already know the answer.” Shit this was going to be embarrassing. But she said, “Sports, of course. And that is a great release. I’m a runner myself, and that’s a fantastic outlet. When I’m particularly stressed out, I go for a jog around my block, sometimes, two or three times, which is about four miles.” Maybe she wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing. My thumb got a little bolder now. I rubbed side-to-side and up and down, testing the most effective motion.
“There are other things, too. Things you can do by yourself.” I froze again. Here it comes.
“Listening to music in your headphones is a great way to drown out the noise of the world. Or reading.” Thank goodness. She didn’t say what I thought she was going to say. My thumb went back to work. It felt like my clit was huge. I don’t think she was paying any attention, lost in her memories of her younger days. The danger of playing with it while she was right there, touching me, was almost too much. I closed my eyes and soaked it in. The sensation of her hands rubbing my back was almost like she was touching my pussy instead.
“Yes, sometimes you need a release. Taking a bath is also a great stress reliever.” She leaned down and whispered into my ear: “And I can see that you know how to masturbate. You’re masturbating right now, aren’t you, Jill?” OH GOD!
“What do you mean, Miss Schroeder?”
“You can call me Gretchen. It’s okay Jill. I know that you’re masturbating. That’s the best stress-reliever there is.”
“Miss Schroeder, uh, Gretchen, I was only-”
“It’s all right. It’s okay. I don’t mind.” She leaned down and whispered quietly right into my ear. “Go ahead, Jill. Masturbate. Masturbate yourself. I don’t mind one bit. It will feel much better when you’re done.” I could feel her breath on my neck. She was looking at my hand from behind, over my shoulder. “Keep going. Go ahead, now. Mmmm. Then you can be relaxed for the rest of the evening. Mmmmm. Yes.”
“I just had an itch, uh, Gretchen, really.” I had stopped. but for some reason, my fingers had a mind of their own, and they started again, just as she was looking down at them. My thumb was tracing my clit up and down, and on the upstroke it came all the way out of the water. There was no mistaking it now. She continued her massage.
“I remember all the tensions and pressures so well, of when I was your age. I wasn’t a beautiful girl like you are, at least not in the traditional way.”
“I think you’re so pretty, Miss Schroeder! And your body is so toned.”
“Thank you, Jill, but back then I was so gawky, my body just didn’t fit together like yours does. I was an awkward teenager. And I had very strict parents. And I wasn’t a particularly good student.”
“I can’t picture you not fitting in. What did you do to relieve your stress?” I wondered how far she would go with her story. She was still rubbing my shoulders and back, but I could tell that her towel had dropped, and now she was nude next to me. Was that her nipple I felt on my shoulder?
“Well, I guess you’re expecting me to say, sports. And that was the thing that saved me. I also did what you’re doing right now. I masturbated. Sometimes three or four times a day.”
“Oh my!” God, I was picturing her masturbating, and it was making me very excited. “That’s a lot! I think my Mom would notice if I did it that much.”
“And as I said, my parents were very strict. They would not let me touch myself with my hands. When they caught me at an early age, I was punished.”
“Oh! That’s awful! Where did you do it, then?”
She chuckled. “I learned how to do it right in front of them.”
“Huh? How did you get away with that?”