My Exhibitionist Mom- Book Seven
Copyright© 2025 by Jill Jacobson
Chapter 5: Amanda and her Mom
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Amanda and her Mom - 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
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Hi, and welcome to the continuing adventures of Amie, the Exhibitionist Mom and her Daughter Jill. In this chapter I’ll tell you all about Amanda, a roommate who started out kind of shy, but didn’t end up that way! Which was a surprise, especially when her Mom came to visit. SHE turned out to be not too shy, either ... All eleven “My Exhibitionist Mom,” books by Jill Jacobson are available at Zbookstore.com.
ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED AS OVER 18
I had a roommate once named Amanda that I was good friends with, and we talked about everything, all the subjects girls would talk about, including our own sex lives, so nothing was taboo. But in the space of a year or so, I never saw her naked. That didn’t seem all that unusual, but seeing her naked wouldn’t have been unusual either, as I’ve seen most of my roommates nude from time to time and never thought anything of it.
So I was a little surprised one night when she had turned out her light to go to sleep, and I had left mine on as I always do to read in bed. It was quiet for about 20 minutes or so, and then I heard her say something, but it was so quiet I had to ask, “What?” And she said, not much louder, “Can I ask you something?” “Sure! You know you can always ask me anything, I just might not always say yes!” Then it was quiet for another 10 seconds. “Would you mind if I masturbated? If it’s not cool it’s totally okay. I don’t want anything weird between us, it’s just that sometimes, during a dry spell, I have a hard time getting to sleep without doing it.”
I said, “That’s not weird at all, in fact it’s pretty normal, in fact I’ve been there myself. You do what a girl’s gotta do. I’m too tired to even pretend not to try to watch! I’m going to turn out the light and I’ll be asleep before you’re halfway there.”
“Thank you, Jill, I really appreciate it. I’ll be done quickly and I won’t make any noise. I turned out my light, and I heard her get up out of her bed. Hers was perpendicular to mine along the wall. In a couple minutes I was used to the low light and I saw her standing with her T-shirt on in just her panties, facing away from me. One knee was on her bed and the other foot was on the floor. I saw her arm moving as she masturbated, with her hand inside her panties. In no more than three minutes I heard her let out a soft sigh, and she crawled back into bed. I fell dead asleep in 30 seconds.
The next night, and the next, she asked me again if it was okay to “do it again.” I finally said, yes, just go ahead, I don’t mind at all. Just do it whenever you feel the need. Well, her need was just about every night. I didn’t want to say anything, or do anything to throw her off or insert myself into her routine, but I enjoyed watching. Sometimes I woke up later in the night and did myself thinking of her quiet movements.
A couple weeks later, when I looked over, I noticed that she had taken her panties down to the middle of her thighs when she did it. Then I could hear her pussy making a squishy sound, so she must have been very wet. But still she didn’t say anything and took only a few minutes. Gradually she got a little bolder, and did it facing me (assuming that I was asleep maybe), but with her panties back on. I guess she felt like it was safe to go farther, and she started doing it facing me, with her panties down above her knees.
I didn’t let on that I was awake so I could watch her jerk off in an uninhibited way. She would move her hand over her bush in wide circles, and as she got close she would nod her head up and down. Sometimes when she was done she let out a big sigh, or said quietly, “Whooo...” or “Wow.”
I don’t know why I never tried to do it with her, but it seemed like if I made any bigger deal of it she would stop doing it, and for the moment she was the best part of my sex life! One night she announced that her Mom was coming over to stay the night on her way to her vacation. I teased her: “I guess there’s no insomnia cures that night!”
She said, “Ha, ha! I probably wouldn’t need to stop on her account. She’s a very liberated woman, she’s always been very proud of that. I’m sure she wouldn’t care. But don’t bring it up, please, it might embarrass her. I’d wait until she was asleep if I did it.”
Her Mom did come over two weeks later and spent the night. She was a very nice woman, hair bleached that color of golden blonde that women in their late 50s use, her breasts kind of saggy but nice, her hips wide but by no means fat, about 5’ 5”, with some crow’s feet but kind of attractive. We got along very nicely, and the three of us made dinner in and had a glass or two of wine and a fun and uninhibited conversation. She turned in at about 10, and Amanda and I about an hour later. I offered to sleep on my air mattress on the floor so Amanda’s Mom could use my bed- I was used to it from camping in my younger days and didn’t mind at all. I was a little surprised when about five minutes later, Amanda stood up, put her knee on her bed, facing mine, pulled her panties down to her thighs, and pulled her top up above her breasts.
She was turned toward her Mom. She brought her hand down to her bush and made those wide circles, bouncing her hips up and back. She must have been very wet because I could hear the slurping sound of her pussy. You could see her pretty clearly in the ambient moonlight of the room plus the nightlight, but her Mom didn’t stir once. After about five minutes she bucked hard and then pushed her finger all the way into her cunt and sighed loudly. Then she crawled into her bed. I didn’t dare masturbate with her Mom right near me, but I wanted to very much.
The next morning we had breakfast together before her Mom was due to take off for her lake house vacation. We had a nice chat sitting on our beds. And talked about some of our previous vacations. There was a lull in the conversation. Her Mom blurted out, “So, what was that all about last night?”
Amanda looked surprised, and a little shocked. “What was what all about?”
“You masturbating! You were masturbating right in front of me!”
“Mom, what are you talking about?”
“You stood up, put your knee on your bed, pulled your pants down, and started masturbating! Did you think I couldn’t see you? It was right in front of me!”