My wife was a crossing guard for school children. Every morning she took a cup of coffee along to the nearby corner where she supervised the children on their way to school. After forty-five minutes in the cold, the coffee's effect on her kidneys required a brisk walk home, where she began removing her clothing as soon as she entered the house. By the time she reached the bathroom, only her blouse and slacks remained.
After using the toilet, she didn't pull her pants up, but rather took several duck steps to the sink. In a drawer there, I kept my copies of Playboy and Penthouse. She opened that drawer and perused my collection until she found something exciting. After studying the photos spreads for some time, she used the electric toothbrush on her mons with one hand, while standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself and the photos in the magazines as she fondled her breast with the other.
I learned about this daily ritual accidentally when I returned from work unexpectedly and went to the bathroom. I heard the toothbrush humming, and opened the unlocked door, discovering the scene in its final stage. My wife was frightened momentarily, but not embarrassed. We shared masturbation quite regularly. She admitted what was obvious as I quickly moved behind her, bending her over the counter and swiftly fucking her from behind. Later she elaborated, telling me it was her daily habit to begin the day with that toothbrush cum routine. 'Seems like the perfect way to get going,' she said.
From time to time I would discover that the electric toothbrush was hot when I went into the bathroom after her or my daughter. It seems my daughter learned how to use it after seeing her mother. When I told my wife, she was embarrassed, but we agreed, though unintentional, perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing.
Many young people are guilt ridden by their self-pleasuring activities. Knowing that your own wholesome mother did it would surely eliminate any guilt feelings, wouldn't it?