Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 22:35:59 CST
From: K Ration <micrometer69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Family Friends - Chapter 29

Family Friends
Chapter Twenty-nine
Jessie Gives Her Mom a Trim

The following Saturday morning, Jessie, Judy and their mom, Terri, went
shopping. The girls came home with shorts and blouses, and their mom had a
new bikini. As soon as they had finished lunch, the girls went upstairs to
try on their new outfits, and Terri went to her room to try on the bikini
once again. It was probably quite by accident, but she was still admiring
herself in the mirror when Jessie came in to show her how her new shorts
fit.

"Wow, mom!" Jessie said, gazing at the extremely brief bikini. While the
bottoms weren't the thong-type that had just a strap that went up the crack
of her buttocks leaving her cheeks fully exposed, they were very brief and
cut high on the legs. The top was attractive and sexy looking without being
embarrassing.

"You look great in that bikini, mom," Jessie continued. "You certainly have
the figure for it."

Terri blushed slightly at her daughter's compliment as she responded.

"Thanks, Jessie. But I just noticed that my pubic hair shows around the
edges. I guess I'll have to try to trim it."

Then, more to herself than to Jessie, she added, "maybe with a hand mirror
and sitting on the floor, I'll be able to see everything well enough to use
a razor."

Hearing her mother's comment, Jessie piped up, "I could trim it for you,
mom."

Terri hesitated a moment at this suggestion. Since her husband had died, no
one had been that close to her crotch, and she was a little afraid of how
she might react, even to her daughter.  Turning from the mirror, she said,
"Well, maybe. Let me think about it awhile. In the meantime, let me look at
your new outfit."

Jessie's shorts were really short, and tight around the legs. Terri
admitted to herself that Jessie filled them out well, but they made her
daughter look quite sexy. About three to four inches of her midriff showed
between the waist band of the shorts and the bottom of the halter top. Cute
as hell, she thought to herself, but dangerous around the wrong sort of
guy.

"That's cute and sexy, Jessie. Too sexy for me to let you wear it just
anywhere. You have to promise that I get to say yes or no as to when and
where you'll wear it."

At first, Jessie was put out by her mom's reaction. "Aw, Mom," she said.
Then, seeing how her mom was looking at her, she said quickly, "OK."

As Jessie turned to leave, her mom asked with some hesitation, "Is that
offer to help me shave still open?"

Jessie turned at the door and answered, "Sure. I mean it isn't like we
haven't seen each other naked before, and I wouldn't want you cutting
yourself down there."

As Jessie walked to where she was standing in the bathroom doorway, Terri
thought she noticed her breasts jiggling more than usual.

"Are you not wearing a bra?" she asked her daughter. With no embarrassment
whatsoever, Jessie replied,

"Not right now. I like the way this top feels against my nipples. But I
wouldn't wear it outside without one," she added quickly.

Terri and Jessie went into Terri's bathroom where they got a towel,
scissors, razor, and shaving cream. As Jessie was setting this stuff on the
floor next to the commode, Terri ran some warm water into the sink. She
turned around and found Jessie already seated on the floor in front of the
commode. Looking directly at her mom's bikini covered crotch, Jessie said,

"Leave your suit on, mom, and sit down. I'll use the scissors to trim up to
the edge of the suit and then you can take it off so I can finish."

Even though her daughter was speaking as though she were talking about
scrubbing floors, Terri couldn't help thinking that soon someone other than
herself would be fondling her in the most private place. She was a bit
embarrassed as she felt herself getting a little flushed and felt her
vaginal muscles give an involuntary twinge.

Terri sat on the commode and spread her legs as Jessie moved forward with
the scissors. At first, she watched as her daughter began trimming the hair
from around the edges of her bikini. She felt strangely at ease and
comfortable as Jessie's hands moved over the soft material of the bikini,
brushing her hands across her mound so matter-of-factly. Soon, she just
closed her eyes and leaned back against the tank. This isn't so bad, she
thought to herself. It feels good, but sort of like when the beautician
does my hair. I'm glad Jessie is so at ease with what she's doing. It's
making this a lot more comfortable for me.

As she continued to trim the pubic hair from around the bikini, Jessie
glanced up at her mother's face, noting as her eyes traveled upward that
her mother did, indeed, have a nice figure. Her stomach was flat and her
breasts were just the right size. Noticing that her mother's eyes were
closed, she sensed that her mom was getting more enjoyment out of this than
one would have imagined she would. This prompted Jessie to wonder what her
mom did for sexual release now that her dad was gone.

She could feel her nipples begin to tingle and harden as thoughts of what
she had done recently with Jackie and with her sister, Judy, began to enter
her mind. She hadn't noticed, however, that as she pushed gently with her
hands against the mound of her mother's crotch to get at the hairs close to
the suit, those very hand motions were causing her mother's vagina to
release those secretions which signal a rising sexual excitation.  Terri,
on the other hand, was very concerned about that possibility and was a bit
afraid of what they would find when it was time to remove the suit for the
application of shaving cream.

Just at that moment, Jessie said, "OK, Mom. I've gotten as much as I can
with your suit on. Time to strip."

Jessie had meant that last part to come out light heartedly, but even as
she said it, she suddenly realized that her nipples had become stiff and
sensitive. And her face and neck felt flushed. Her fantasies had gone
further than she realized, and she recognized that she was really hoping
her mom would do just what she said- strip - both pieces of her
bikini. This was not to be, however.

As Terri opened her eyes and sat up on the commode, she noticed how her
daughter's cheeks were flushed. Then she glanced quickly at her halter top
and could quite clearly see Jessie's nipples poking out the
material. Looking at herself in the mirror quickly, she realized that her
face, too, was flushed. I can't believe this is happening, she thought to
herself. Jessie and I are both getting turned on.

Jessie hadn't noticed the color which had come into her mother's cheeks and
couldn't have seen the moisture that was beginning to appear at the inner
edges of her vaginal lips. She was too concerned about her own condition to
notice her mom's. But this helped Terri act more naturally in hopes that
Jessie wouldn't notice anything. Her naturalness made Jessie feel less
awkward.

Standing up, Terri slipped off the bottoms of her bikini but left the top
on. Obviously there was no reason to remove it, so she wasn't about to do
so. She still felt awkward sitting on the john with her daughter looking
right at her naked crotch. Instinctively, she remained seated towards the
back of the seat, legs barely spread. Looking up at her mom and sensing her
embarrassment, Jessie said as naturally as she could,

"Come on, mom. I can't do anything with you sitting like that. I won't hurt
you, honest. Just move forward and lean back with your butt right at the
edge of the seat."

Terri did as her daughter suggested, knowing that this would place her
crotch right at eye level and just inches from Jessie's face. But how else
is she going to shave it?  Terri thought to herself. I sure can't do it
myself without shaving my enter crotch, and I don't want to do that. Even
as she had these thoughts, Terri wished she hadn't, for she could feel her
juices continue to seep towards the outer lips of her vagina. As she leaned
back and closed her eyes, she could hear Jessie getting the wash cloth wet
in the sink.

Jessie soaked the washcloth in the sink and moved it sopping wet to her
mother's crotch where she wrung it out in an effort to prepare the area for
the shaving cream.  Terri wasn't expecting it and jumped when she felt the
warm water trickling over the lips of her vagina. She kept her eyes closed,
however, and waited to see how Jessie would handle the next step.  She soon
heard the noise of shaving cream being released from the can and
immediately felt Jessie's hand rubbing the cream along the sides of her
vagina, lathering well the area to be shaved.  She was enjoying this
quietly, when all of a sudden she felt Jessie smoothing the cream up over
her lips and covering her entire mound with her hand. Just as she was about
to speak, she felt Jessie's hand move off her mound and down the other
side, lathering that side as she had the first.

When she felt Jessie moving her hand back up and over her mound, however,
she felt she had to say something.

Opening her eyes, she asked, "What are you doing, Jessie. I don't want my
entire crotch shaved, ya know."

Jessie looked up at her with her hand still on her mother's mound and
answered, "I know mom, but it's easier to lather the whole area than just
the sides. I can still see the area that needs to be shaved, and I'll be
careful not to go too far. Besides, it's kinda like giving you a shampoo
down here."

Leaning back against the tank and closing her eyes again, Terri said, "Oh,
alright."

She was actually enjoying the feel of Jessie's hand as it spread the
shaving cream all over her pubic area, but she didn't want to admit it or
let it show. The feelings just kept building as she felt the pressure of
Jessie's left hand resting on her clitoris as it held the lips and hair
back out of the way so she could shave the right side. Soon, Jessie was
finished with the right side and moved to the left. Again, the heel of her
right hand rested firmly on Terri's clitoris as she pulled the hair back
with pressure against the lips of her mother's vagina. All of a sudden, her
fingers slipped off the lips and hair they were holding and slid directly
across Terri's clit.  Terri gasped involuntarily at the sudden thrill of
the touch.

"I'm sorry," Jessie said at her mother's reaction. "Did I hurt you?"

Far from hurting, Terri thought to herself. "No, dear," she said. "Are you
about through?"

"Almost," Jessie said. "Then I'll wash you off and we'll see about trimming
the top."

Terri soon heard Jessie stand up and go to the sink. She opened her eyes
for just a moment to see the job her daughter had done and thought she
caught a glimpse of Jessie moving her hand up and down her crotch as she
stood before the mirror running more water into the sink. I wonder what
that's all about, Terri thought. As she saw Jessie turning around, Terri
closed her eyes quickly.

Then she felt Jessie washing the shaving cream away with a soft, warm
washcloth. The way Jessie kept wetting the cloth and rubbing it over her
mound just added to the sensitivity of her clitoris.  She wondered if
Jessie realized how her actions were turning her mother on, but Terri
didn't know how to tell her to stop without embarrassing both of them.

Soon, Jessie was using the blow dryer to dry the hair of her crotch. The
warm air felt good, but the way Jessie was fluffing the hair with her hand
felt even better. While her fingers never actually touched her skin, the
vibrations they caused through her hair were transmitted to her clitoris
and vagina in a slowly powerful way. Terri could feel her breathing
becoming more labored and wondered if Jessie noticed. When the hair was
dry, Jessie said, "Almost done, mom. Open your eyes and look down here a
minute."

As Terri looked down, Jessie continued pulling at the long hairs on top of
her mound.

"How about my trimming some of these shorter. Now that the area covered by
hair is smaller, I think it would be prettier if the whole area was short,
about a third of the length it is now."

Terri responded humorously, "So what are we now, a pubic beautician?"
Jessie leaned back away from her mother's crotch where she could see better
and answered quickly,

"No. I mean it mom. You have a really nice body, nice breasts, slim waist,
slender hips, and I think your uh huh would look really neat with short
hair."

Terri marveled at the way Jessie was able to talk about this subject so
freely, but she still wondered if Jessie's excitement was limited to the
haircut she wanted to give her crotch or went a lot further. The flush of
Jessie's cheeks was deeper now and seemed to extend down into the top of
her halter top. "I guess it's OK, if you think it would look nicer. After
all, it will always grow back, and who's to see it anyway but the three of
us." And closing her eyes again, she leaned back against the tank.

Jessie picked up the scissors in her right hand and reached out with her
left to fluff the hair on her mother's vagina. In doing so, however, her
hand brushed across the tip of Terri's clitoris which was now poking out
from between the lips of her vagina. Jessie was still so caught up in her
own sexual feelings which she thought were coming just from the memories
these activities were conjuring up for her, that she misinterpreted Terri's
groan of pleasure.

Not realizing what she had done, she asked quickly, "I'm sorry, did I hurt
you?"

Terri was afraid that trying to speak would betray the trouble she was
having controlling her breathing. She just nodded her head no and grunted,
"huh uh."

A couple of minutes later, Jessie's hand again brushed across her mother's
clit, causing the same reaction. This time, however, Jessie didn't say
anything, for she had noticed what had happened.  Glancing quickly at her
mother's face and seeing that her eyes were still closed, Jessie stared
intently at Terri's crotch as she continued to cut away the hair little by
little. Without realizing it, she had been taking very small cuts of hair
in an effort to prolong this experience.

As she studied her mother's crotch with a new awareness, she began to
notice how the lips of Terri's vagina seemed puffier than before. Then she
noticed the clitoris protruding from between the vaginal lips. Finally, she
realized that the outer lips of her mother's vagina were coated with a thin
film of moisture. Mom's getting turned on! she thought to herself, and
reaching down into her lap, she pushed strongly against her own clitoris,
hoping to relieve the pressure she felt building up down there.

Recognizing what was happening, and realizing she couldn't drag this
haircut out any longer, Jessie made one last swipe of her hand the length
of her mother's vagina, from bottom to top, as though to fluff up the hair
one last time. She saw her mother shudder and felt the moisture on the
backs of her fingers as she touched her mom for the last time. I better get
out of here and leave mom alone before she says something.  Getting up with
her hands full of the materials she had been using, Jessie said,

"All done. Why don't you stand up and look in the mirror. See if you like
it."

It was all Terri could do to stand without wavering and keep her breathing
under control. She had to admit that what she saw in the mirror was indeed
very pleasing. Jessie had done a masterful job of making her pubic area
quite pleasing.

"That's really nice, Jessie. Thank you," she said, giving her daughter a
big hug.

"Why don't you run along now and let me clean up. I think I'll take a
shower, too."

As Jessie left the room, she said over her shoulder, "OK, mom. Have fun."

But as she left the bedroom, something in Jessie's mind suggested that she
linger downstairs for a little while. She didn't close her mother's bedroom
either. By standing quietly at the end of the hall, she could just barely
see her mother's reflection in the mirror over her dresser as Terri quickly
finished cleaning up the bathroom. Then Jessie saw her mom come into the
bedroom and walk over and push the door closed. It swung toward the door
frame but stopped short of closing, leaving about a two inch gap. Jessie
tip toed down the hall and peeked into the room through this gap. As she
did, she saw her mother lift a long slender tube out of the bottom drawer
of her dresser where she stored her winter sweaters.

As Terri turned back towards the door and her bed, Jessie moved away hoping
her mother wouldn't see her in the shadows. She noticed, then, that her mom
had removed the top of her bikini. Jessie thought her mom looked great in
the nude, especially with the new haircut at her groin.  She watched as
Terri laid down on the bed on her back. The head of the bed was on the wall
next to the door which allowed Jessie to creep back up to the door and peer
in without fear of being seen. In fact, she got bold and pushed the door
open another inch or two which let her see with both eyes. Jessie watched
as her mother began stroking her breasts gently with one hand as she rubbed
her other hand over her newly coiffed mound. She wished her mom had a man
in her life who could do this with her. As she watched, she felt herself
getting excited once again, even as she wondered what the tube was for.

As Terri became more excited by her hand motions, she began to moan softly.
She seemed to enjoy pinching and pulling gently on her nipples, and they
now stood up stiff and hard and about a half inch long. Jessie found
herself slipping one hand up under her halter top to play with her
breasts. Then she saw her mom reach over and grab the tube from where it
lay beside her. It was white and seemed to be made of plastic. One end was
flat, but the other was pointed. The whole thing appeared to be about
twelve inches long. Jessie watched as her mom twisted the thing in her
hands. Suddenly there was a soft humming sound coming from the instrument
and Jessie realized it was a vibrator. She had heard of them but had never
seen one. As she looked on from her position at the door, Terri began
rubbing the device gently over her breasts, spending quite some time at the
nipples. Jessie could tell that this must be creating some good sensations
because she could hear her mom gasp and moan occasionally.

Then Terri moved the vibrator down to her crotch. At first she moved it up
and down the length of her vaginal lips, coming to rest frequently on her
clitoris. After awhile, however, she grasped it at the flat end and began
inserting the pointed end into her vagina. Jessie watched as her mother
just lay there quietly for awhile, letting the vibrator throb and hum in
her vagina. Then she began moving it in and out in slow movements. Soon she
was humping her hips up off of the bed, pushing her vagina up even as her
hand was pushing the vibrator down and in.

Finally, her breath really coming in gasps and grunts now, she pulled the
vibrator up against the top of her vaginal cavity so that it rested against
the base of her clitoris. With the other hand she began to masturbate in
earnest, her hand flying from left to right across her clitoris. Jessie was
glad her mother was making enough noise to cover her own moans, for even as
she watched, she too was masturbating. Jessie's free hand had slipped into
the waistband of her new shorts and was furiously stroking her tender young
clit. Jessie watched as her mother's orgasm washed over her, her legs
spasming uncontrollably.

Quickly, Jessie moved down the hall to the stairs, fingering herself as she
went. At the foot of the stairs she could wait no longer for her own
orgasm. Without looking up she sat on the bottom step and unzipped her
shorts. Pushing them down to her knees, she quickly brought herself to
orgasm just as her mother had done. As soon as her orgasm had passed, she
stood up and fastened her shorts. Then turning to go up the stairs, she saw
Judy staring down at her, a smile and a questioning look on her face.

With her eyes on her sister as she began to climb the stairs, Jessie didn't
see the door to her mother's bedroom close ever so gently. Terri's moans as
she reached her climax had not, in fact, been loud enough to drown out the
sounds Jessie had made at the door. She had risen from the bed as soon as
she was able and had just peered out into the hallway as Jessie was
reaching her own climax at the foot of the stairs. Although terribly
embarrassed by the realization that her daughter had just watched her
masturbate to orgasm, she consoled herself with the thought that she had
now seen Jessie do the same thing twice.

She hoped Jessie was no more upset knowing that her mother masturbated than
she was at having watched Jessie. As she sat on the bed wiping her juices
from the vibrator, she decided there was no reason to continue trying to
hide it in her sweater drawer. Knowing that Jessie had seen her using it,
she simply placed it in the drawer of her bedside table where it would be
easier to reach the next time she wanted it. Just before she put it away,
she slid her hands up and down its length a few times, fantasizing about
John next door. She had never seen him without clothes but realized she
would like to, both publicly and privately. It would be nice to have a man
to go with them to the Ponderosa, and she hadn't had sex with anyone in the
7 years since her husband died.

As she thought about John, she wondered how he was doing since his wife had
passed away just seven months ago. John and Joan had been so supportive
when Terri's husband was killed in that awful car wreck. Terri and the
girls had practically lived at John & Joan's pool ever since - at least
until they had recently begun spending so much time at the Ponderosa. And
the girls had obviously grown very fond of him once they got over their
father's death. In fact, not having any children of his own, John had taken
on the role of surrogate dad to Jessie and Judy. He always went to school
plays, band concerts, and things. As she thought of these things, Terri
began to realize how fond she was of John. While this fondness had never
posed any problems for John and Joan's marriage, it had sometimes prompted
Terri to see how far she could go to tease him.

She smiled as she remembered the times when she would accidently fall off
of the air mattress in his pool after untying the top of her two piece
bathing suit, hoping he would see her topless. As far as she could tell, he
had never been looking in the right direction whenever she did this. Terri
mused about how John would like her new bikini. It was a bit more brief
than anything she had worn before. What the heck, she thought. And turning
around on the bed and stretching fully naked on her back, she picked up the
phone and called him.

She was surprised at how happy she was when he answered the phone. As they
talked about nothing and yet everything, Terri found herself playing gently
with her breasts and running her hands through the new mown hair in her
lap. By the time she and John were finished talking, they had decided that
the four of them would go to church together the next day and then have a
cook out at John's place. They looked forward to spending the afternoon
together at the pool. Hanging up, Terri decided that she needed to cool off
before going in search of the girls to tell them of the plans for
tomorrow. Besides, she thought to herself, I'm a little afraid of what I'll
find if I go upstairs right now. Jessie may be giving Judy another
lesson. So she went into the bathroom where she admired her body and her
new haircut in the mirror for awhile and then took a long shower.

She was right to be concerned about going upstairs right then, too, for the
girls were indeed having another sex education class. The minute Jessie
reached the top of the stairs, Judy wanted to know what had been going
on. She explained that she had begun to wonder why Jessie was downstairs so
long and had been about to go find her when Jessie suddenly appeared at the
bottom of the stairs loosening her shorts and fingering her crotch. Judy
described what she had seen from her vantage point at the top of the stairs
and how exciting it had been to watch her sister masturbating so
furiously. By the time Judy got to the end of her story, both girls were
flushed and aroused.

As Jessie began her story, the girls were on her bed in their new outfits.
Jessie sat on the pillows with her back against the headboard, legs crossed
Indian fashion. Her sister lay on her stomach with her chin resting in her
cupped hands. As Jessie described in great detail all about shaving her
mother's pussy and then trimming it with the scissors, Judy watched her
sister's face turn red and her breath become more ragged, even as she felt
her own sexual tension through twitches in her vaginal muscles and the
hardening of her nipples. The way Jessie was telling the story, it sounded
like she was talking about one of their girl friends. When Judy saw her
sister move one hand up under her halter top to fondle her tit, she did the
same, rubbing her nipples and squeezing them gently. After awhile, she
moved her hand down into the waistband of her new shorts and began to
finger her clit, even as Jessie continued to fondle her breasts. When
Jessie got to the part where she had left the room and looked back to see
that her mom had removed her bikini top, commenting on how nice she thought
their mom's boobs looked, Judy asked,

"Would you mind lifting your halter top, Jessie? I'd like to look at your
boobs."

Without hesitation, Jessie lifted the top up over her boobs and held it
there. It really turned her on to see her sister staring so intently at
them as she fingered herself.  Jessie could clearly see that Judy's hand
was inside her shorts, and it turned her on to know that Judy was already
comfortable doing that in front of her.

Holding her halter top with one hand, Jessie began to tease her breasts
again with the other hand.  She watched Judy's face as she moved her hand
across her breasts, rubbing the nipples to keep them hard and squeezing her
breasts occasionally. They weren't all that big yet, but it still felt
good. Besides, she could tell from the look on her sister's face that she
was enjoying the show.  Finally, she simply removed the top all together. A
moment later, Judy rolled over onto her back and unzipped her shorts, her
sister looking on from behind her head.

Knowing Jessie was watching her, Judy thrust one hand down into her panties
and moved it in exaggerated strokes up and down the length of her
pussy. She found that she liked the idea of Jessie watching her play with
herself just as much as she enjoyed watching Jessie do the same thing. She
heard Jessie unzip her shorts and then felt the bed move and knew that her
sister was now naked.

"One nice thing about being nudists," Judy said quietly, "Is that we don't
have to worry about what mom would think if she walked in and found us
naked."

Jessie responded softly, "Yeah, I know."

The girls continued to play with themselves for several minutes, and then
Jessie got onto her knees at Judy's head, reached down and grasped the hem
of her blouse and pulled it up. She paused briefly to allow Judy to move so
it would clear her shoulders and head. From this position, Jessie could
clearly see her sister's hand moving in her crotch, under her
panties. Remembering how Judy used to like it when she would blow fart
sounds with her mouth pressed against her tummy, Jessie leaned forward over
Judy's head and did just that. Doing this placed her crotch directly over
Judy's face and just a few inches above it.

Judy stared at her sister's mound, covered lightly with soft hair, and got
even more excited than she already was, even as she giggled at the sounds
and feelings her sister was making on her stomach, so close to her vagina
that she could feel the vibrations in her clit. After only a moment's
hesitation, she reached up with the hand that had been in her crotch and
stroked her sister's crotch in slow, loving strokes like the ones she had
been using on herself. She saw and felt Jessie jerk at the touch, but
Jessie didn't move away. Instead, she reached her hand down into her
sister's panties and began to return the favor, allowing Judy to set the
pace and the example.

Whatever Judy did to her, Jessie would do to Judy. When she felt Judy's
finger slip between the lips of her vagina, she did the same to Judy. When
Judy began rubbing her thumb back and forth across her clitoris, she did
the same thing to Judy with her finger tips.

Kneeling over her sister on one hand and her knees soon became
uncomfortable, however, and Jessie rolled over to lay on her back beside
her sister. Each girl resumed playing with herself while watching the
other. Judy moved back on the bed so her head was on a pillow so she could
see Jessie better. Then she stopped masturbating just long enough to hand
her sister a pillow. Then Jessie raised her knees with her feet flat on the
bed and allowed her legs to fall apart. This position gave Judy a terrific
view of her entire crotch, lips, clit, hair and hand.  Soon, Judy did the
same thing and the girls finished themselves off with orgasmic delight,
trying their best to stifle their moans and groans so their mother wouldn't
hear them.

They didn't know, of course, that their mom had arrived at the top step of
the stairs just as they reached their climax and could easily hear
everything through the door which was almost but not completely
closed. Terri wasn't upset with what she had heard. In fact, she was sort
of glad that the girls were doing this together since she assumed they
wouldn't need to do it with someone else.

She hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but before she could move from where she
was seated, she heard Jessie say,

"You know, Jude, I wish mom and Uncle John would start spending some time
together. I really like him a lot."

"I know what you mean," Judy answered. "It would almost be easier to call
him dad than Uncle John."

Hearing this, Terri decided to go back downstairs and wait til later to
tell the girls of their plans for the next day. Since it was only about
3:00 in the afternoon, she decided to take a nap before dinner. The girls
had already decided to do the same.

After dinner, Terri called Jessie into her bedroom where they sat naked on
the bed. Judy was watching one of the naturist films they had bought at
their last visit to the Ponderosa, a video of European family nudism. She
and sister and mother had watched it once together and Judy had remarked
that the men's and boys' penises looked different than American guys. Terri
had explained that most European males are not circumcised while most
American males are. Judy thought the circumcised ones were a lot better
looking.

As Judy watched the video, Terri had what she considered afterwards as a
good heart-to-heart talk with her older daughter. She began by confessing
that she had almost walked in on the girls when she neglected to announce
her arrival that night after choir practice.

"I'm sorry, Jessie," she said, "but I got to the door just as you reached
your climax. I left right away so I wouldn't embarrass you, but I was
thinking right then that I was glad Judy had you to answer her questions
and show her how to masturbate. That's obviously not something I could do
for you or could have done for her, and I'm just glad she was with you and
not somebody else."

Jessie had been embarrassed at first and had blushed a deep red. But as her
mother continued to express her relief at what Jessie had done for her
sister, she became much more comfortable. It was at this point that her
mother said,

"I realize it is really none of my business and a very personal question,
so I will truly respect your wishes if you choose not to tell me, but I am
curious who it was that introduced you to masturbation. Or did you just
stumble onto it by yourself?"

It was a sign of how comfortable Jessie had become with this discussion
that she answered without hesitation that her friend Jackie had shown her
what to do. She even explained how they had done it together and to one
another. But she didn't say anything about oral sex or Jack's involvement,
of course.

Terri had gone on to thank Jessie for shaving and trimming her pubic region
and mentioned that it had ultimately turned her on sexually.

"Of course, that comes as no surprise to you, I guess," she said. Afraid of
what was coming next, Jessie blushed once again and asked timidly,

"Why? What do you mean?"

Her mother answered by explaining that she knew Jessie had watched her
masturbate because she had heard her at the door.

"At first I was really angry, and I got out of bed and went to the door to
say something to you.  But when I stuck my head out, there you were at the
foot of the stairs with your shorts around your knees doing the same thing
I had just done. I couldn't stay angry after that. After all you had only
seen me doing once what I had seen you doing twice."

Jessie still felt badly at having spied on her mom, and she said so.

"I really hadn't meant to. But I knew you were turned on by the way you
jumped when I accidently touched your button as I trimmed you hair. I admit
I was curious to see if you would do it, but I hadn't intended to stay and
watch until I saw you get that thing from your sweater drawer. Then I
really was curious about what it was and how you'd use it.  What is that
thing?"

Terri said, "it's called a vibrator and it runs on batteries. They call it
a vibrator because when you turn it on, it vibrates. Were you watching the
entire time I used it?"

"Yes," Jessie answered.

"Well, then," Terri continued, after taking a deep breath, "some
explanation is probably in order.  Obviously you can use a vibrator just on
the surface of your body, on your breasts and nipples, or along the lips of
your vagina, or on your clitoris, or button as you called it. But you saw
that it can be inserted into the vagina as well. This is a poor substitute
for having a man's penis in there.  But that's how a woman gets
pregnant. The man inserts his penis into her vagina as part of love
making. When he reaches his climax, his seed, or sperm, is ejected in a
fluid called semen into the woman's vagina. His seed mixes with her egg,
and if they're successful, she gets pregnant. A woman who has had sex with
a man, especially a woman who has had children, can insert a vibrator into
her vagina and enjoy the vibrating sensations from inside.

Now I know I should tell you that I don't want you to use my vibrator, and
I could try to hide it from you. But I can tell from the way you're looking
at me, from the way you're breathing, and from the flush that's creeping
down your neck to your breasts, your nipples are hard by the way, that
you'd just ignore me and tear the house apart looking for it the first time
I'm not at home. So I'll tell you this, IF you use it, just be
careful. Don't put it into your vagina or into your sister's vagina. Your
hymens haven't been broken yet and you could hurt yourself. And be sure to
clean it real good after you use it, IF you ever use it."

At her mother's reference to her hard nipples, Jessie gasped and covered
her breasts with her hands. She suddenly realized that she really was
getting turned on and had started breathing funny. Her mouth felt dry, but
her pussy felt damp. She didn't dare look down at herself to see if she was
leaking.

"That's OK, Jessie," her mom said when she covered herself with her hands.
"It's quite normal to get turned on at your age when you talk about
sex. And after all, you saw me get that way this afternoon. You don't have
to hide your breasts from me. I'm not embarrassed by what's happened."

As she calmed down and became more comfortable again, Jessie let her hands
fall into her lap. In fact, she even straightened up a bit, thrusting her
chest out with some pride as she saw her mother continuing to look at
them. With more courage than she knew she had, Jessie asked, "OK, so where
do you keep it?"

Her mother looked towards the other side of the bed and said, "It's in the
bedside table now."  Looking back at her daughter, she saw that Jessie was
staring directly at her chest, and looking down she saw that her nipples
had gotten stiff also. She had been so wrapped up in trying to explain
things to Jessie, she hadn't noticed that she was getting excited, too.

"Spring must be in the air, Jessie," she said. "It seems the hormones are
working overtime in both of us." As she said this, she noticed that
Jessie's fingers were moving gently in her lap. Feeling her own juices
beginning to flow and feeling somewhat awkward sitting with her legs spread
Indian fashion, she nonetheless tried to remain calm.

"Do you really think you ought to be doing that here?" she asked. This time
Jessie didn't blush, but she did stop playing with her clitoris. She could
tell by how it felt to her fingertips that it was protruding from between
the lips of her vagina. With an exaggerated movement of her hands, she
moved them behind her and leaned back exposing her crotch more fully in the
light from the ceiling. She got a perverse thrill when she saw her mother's
eyes widen as she glimpsed Jessie's clit peeking from her lap. Terri almost
lost it right then as she reached down to apply some brief pressure to her
own clitoris.

Suddenly Jessie asked, "Mom, why don't you and Uncle John see more of each
other? You must know he likes you. I've seen it in his eyes for a long
time. And Joan's been gone for several months now. He must be getting
lonely. Horney, too, probably."

"Jessie!" her mother exclaimed at that last comment.

"I'm sorry, mom. But Judy and I really like him. It just seems like we
haven't spent any time together since Joan died. And Judy and I don't think
it's good for you to be alone."

"Well, for your information, my little matchmaker, I called him this
afternoon, and we're all going to church together and then have a cookout
at his pool afterwards. How about that?"

Jessie jumped up and said excitedly, "That's great! Judy will be thrilled
to hear this. Are you going to wear your new bikini?"

Terri blushed and said, "Yeah, I guess. That is if it's OK with you."

"I think it's super. You'll have his hormones going in no time!"