MY EXHIBITIONIST MOM- CHAPTER 99

CHAPTER 99- KITCHEN VIBRATIONS- PART I

(Part I of a story related in Book 10 of the fictional "My Exhibitionist Mom" series available on my profile)

As I was walking by the kitchen, I saw that Mom had some company. Mrs. Hicks- Patty's Mom- was there, along with Mrs. Bemis, who is my friend Allison's Mom and has a weird affectation where she laughs after everything she says, and a woman I hadn't met before, who looked like the cliche woman in the movies, who is a scientist or something, wears glasses and has dark auburn hair, and is too smart for her own good, but at the end of the movie, they lock her up in a room, do her hair, take her glasses off and put makeup on her, and all of a sudden she's a total babe. Her name was Lana Finn.

I went in to say hi to everyone and introduce myself, and that's when I noticed that my Mom was holding a vibrator. "Hey, Mom, is this a new kind of cooking demonstration? It isn't enough that chickens are free-range, now they should also be satisfied in every way?"

"Ha, ha, ha! No, Jill, my little wise-ass Daughter, vibrators are for humans, unless they're chicken!"

Mrs. Hicks said, "We were just having a discussion about them, Jill. A rather adult discussion. And you are 19 years old, an adult yourself, now."

Mrs. Bemis said, "Yes, Jill, why don't you join us, ha, ha, ha! I'd like to hear a younger girl's opinion, ha, ha."

Mom said, "Ann and Shirley say they have never used one."

"And what about you, Miss Finn (the attractive scientist)?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, I use one. In fact, I keep it in my purse, in case there's an emergency."

"An emergency?" Mrs. Hicks asked. "Do you find that you have a lot of emergencies?"

"Well, it's more a matter of opportunity, since I have a special way of doing it." Mrs. Hicks and my Mom looked at each other, eyebrows raised.

Mrs. Bemis chuckled. "What about you, Jill? Do you use one? Ha, ha, ha."

"Well, I was taught by my Mom NOT to use a vibrator. Which makes me wonder why SHE has one, if I wasn't allowed to." Now I looked at her, with eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer. Everyone else was, too.

"What Jill is referring to is more of a discouragement than an actual embargo."

"What do you mean, Amie?" Mrs. Hicks asked.

"Well, I had often heard that you could become addicted to vibrators."

"Addicted?"

"Yes," I quipped, "and after you've injected the smaller ones, you graduate to the bigger ones and pretty soon you're robbing banks to support your habit." Mrs. Bemis was beside herself with that one. 

When she stopped laughing, Mom continued. "The oscillations are so strong, that if you use it often, you can eventually find it impossible to masturbate to orgasm without one. I've experienced it myself, and that's why I advise Jill against it. I saved your orgasms, Jill. You're welcome."

"I guess so, Mom, but I notice you don't do the dishes by hand." Another cackle from Mrs. Bemis.

"Well then why DO you have the vibrator, Amie?"

"And are you going to demonstrate its use, ha, ha, ha!" Mrs. Bemis asked.

Mom said, "Well, am I under oath?"

"Yes," I said.

"Well, I don't use it very often, but when I do, I use it on the inside, not the outside."

"Of what?" Mrs. Hicks asked. I already knew the answer to this one.

"Of whatever," she said.

"Whatever? What is whatever?" Mrs. Hicks pressed.

"Well, it depends on my mood. Sometimes I insert it into my vagina, while I stimulate my clitoris with my hand."

"And other times?"

"Other times, I might use it even further south."

"In Arizona?" I can't resist being a wise-ass sometimes. Well, most times. Mrs. Bemis started laughing again.

"You are too much, Jill!" She said.

"Do you mean that you put it in your ass, Mom?"

"Yes, Jill, the anus can be a very pleasurable area at times."

Mrs. Hicks agreed, "Oh, that is true. The anus has many nerve endings, which causes heightened sensations during masturbation."

"Do you do it too, Mrs. Hicks?"

"Oh yes. I often insert a finger or an object into my anus during the act of masturbation. Often while laying on my side." I knew this, too, because Patty said she often does it with the door open. Patty said she has to be careful which friends she has over.

"So do you turn the vibrations on while it's in your asshole?" I asked Mom.

"Yes, sometimes. And do you see this shape?" When she held it up you could see that it was thinner in the middle. "Shaped like this, once I insert it, it stays inside. And that leaves my hands free to do other things. "

"One of those other things is your clit, I bet! Ha, ha, ha!" Mrs. Bemis said. 

"Yup. And sometimes I like to play with my nipples, or even just rub my thighs or my stomach."

"I can picture you doing it, Mom."

"Well, crop me back out of the picture, Miss!"

"Let me see that," Mrs. Hicks said, and Mom handed it to her.

Mrs. Bemis asked, "I'm learning all kinds of things today! Ha, ha, ha! So you only use it inside yourself? Mmm, hmm, hmm! Do you just leave it there, or move it in and out? Hmm, hm, hm!" I saw Mrs. Hicks discreetly smell the vibrator. Then she actually stuck out her tongue, and gave it a small lick.

Mom said, "It all depends on your mood. Sometimes I like to start out with it off, and then turn it on for the grand finale." Mrs. Hicks turned the vibrator on, and ran it over her wrist, and then the inside of her arm.

"Would you move it in and out for the grand finale, ha, ha, ha?"

"Yes, that's a nice feeling. Another way I do it is to start out with it inside the vagina, and then at the very end, switch to the bottom." Mrs. Hicks was now running the vibrator over her cheek, and then she licked it again. No one was watching her but me. She looked at me, and then put the vibrator up to her nipple. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the nipple stiffened immediately. She raised her eyebrows at me.

"Oh, my! That does sound most interesting, ha, ha, ha!" Mrs. Bemis said. Mrs. Hicks put it to her other nipple, with the same result. She put it inside her mouth, then discreetly moved it underneath her shirt, as no one was watching, and touched it to each nipple.

"Yes, and you need to remember to put it from the vagina to the ass, and not the other way around, or you might get a UTI." Mrs. Hicks was moving the vibrating shaft from one nipple to the other underneath her shirt, looking at me, expressionless. I was fascinated.

"Oh, okay, ha, ha, ha! I'll certainly remember that." Now Mrs. Hicks was tugging on each nipple in turn, holding it between the vibrator and her thumb.

"It's better that way anyway, lubrication-wise," Mom added. And I noticed that I wasn't the only one watching Mrs. Hicks, because Miss Finn was looking intently but discreetly, as she pretended to pay attention to the conversation. She had one knee up, her foot on the seat of the chair next to her, and her chin was resting on her kneecap, her arms wrapped around the leg. She was wearing white yoga pants underneath a light blue skirt over them. Mrs. Hicks sensed an end to the discussion and took the vibrator from under her shirt, but her nipples were now standing out proudly.

"I think I need a drink," I said. "Can I get anyone else anything?" 

As I took orders, Miss Finn stood and said, "You can show me to the loo, while you're up."

"Sure, follow me," I said.

On the way to the kitchen I pointed down a hall and said to her, "This is where you get off."

"Maybe so," she said cryptically. I didn't think anything of it.

"By the way, I like your yoga pants. I want to get a pair like that in white."

"Oh, thanks! They're perfect for my hobby."

"You do a lot of yoga?"

"None."

"Oh." Okay, well, whatever. "Well, I like them anyway. Interesting conversation in there, huh?" I asked, pointing toward the kitchen.

"Most interesting.... That's why I had to run off to the bathroom myself."

"Oh?"

"Yes. My hobby. Jill, we've only just met, but in that short time I feel like you are like me in some ways, and we're closer in age. So I don't mind sharing a little secret with you, if you are as open-minded as I think you are."

"Oh, I love open-minded secrets! What is it? Whatever it is, it's safe with me, Miss Finn!"

"Please, call me Lana. Well, apropos of our kitchen conversation, I do use a vibrator. And I keep it in my purse with me."

"Oh, I know some girls who do that."

"In case I have to go.'

"Go where?"

"Wet."

"Wet? Wet what?"

"Well, to put it plainly, I wet myself. Pee in my pants. That's why I wear these white yoga pants underneath my skirt." And she took the hem of her short, pleated light blue skirt and tucked it up into the waistband, so I could see all of her yoga pants.

The conversation had picked up quite a bit. "WOW! That's kinky! But couldn't you see it right through those thin pants?" Before I had finished the sentence, I noticed that her nipples had hardened, through her white, form-fitting top, which she wore with no bra. Her medium-sized breasts were now clearly defined with the protrusion of her nipples. Then, as she was smiling at me, I looked down at the crotch of her pants, which suddenly darkened. I could see wetness forming there, and slightly down her thighs. In a short moment, I could clearly see her clit and her slit through the wet pants, almost as if they were see-through. "Wow! You wet yourself just now?"

"Feel if you like." I did. I ran my entire palm over the front of her wet crotch, and then on a whim, the back of my hand, too. my fingers were wet, and I brought my hand up to sniff them. Pee.

"That is WILD. But people must notice that you're doing this, don't they?"

"Not as often as you'd think. I can control it and pee just a little bit, then stop the flow. It feels good to stop it, also. And that's why I have the skirt." She put her hands on her hips, and pushed her pelvis out. She seemed quite proud of all this.

"I can see your clit and your lips right through the wet material. I see you shave yourself, just like me."

"Yes. I love the way it looks. I especially like to do it if I can see myself in a mirror, or reflected in glass. Sometimes I use a hand mirror so I can see myself wet like this."

"God, that is so horny."

"And then comes the good part, because I am very turned on in this state."

"Oh yeah? What comes next?"

"This." And she pulled out a little blue semi-circular object.

"It looks like a change, purse kind of."

"Touch it there." She pointed, I did, and it started vibrating. Subtle, but strong.

"Hmmmm. I'm beginning to get the picture."

"I'll wet a little more..." I looked down at her crotch, which darkened again. "And then...." I handed her the vibrator, and she applied it to the wet Lycra covering her clit. She looked at me, half smiling, then her face made a look of concentration, and her eyes closed. She held her breath, then let out a yelp as her eyes opened wide. "EEEEeee!" She took her hand with the vibrator quickly away and returned them to her hips, catching her breath.

"Did you come? Wow! That was pretty quick!"

"Yes, the more excited I am, and the wetter, the better. One more." She looked down her lap, and watched her pants fill with urine again. Then, looking at me, she brought the vibrating semi-circle to her wet pants again, and let it work the magic she had come to expect.

"God, that is HOT!" I exclaimed. She nodded, her concentration apparent. "I can almost see your clit vibrating! It's blurry!"

"Uhh. MMmm. Yes." She nodded again, and took the vibrator away. She looked down at herself, and I saw the stain increase as she peed again. She put the vibe back into place. "Okay, Here I go." She closed her eyes again.

"Yeah, do it!"

"Uhh. Okay. I'm coming." And her eyes opened wide. "EEEEEEeeee!" She almost fell over, as her orgasm overtook her.

"God, it's making me so horny, watching you do that."

"I'm so glad you liked it. It increases the sensation to have someone watching. Normally I would go three times, but I want to leave something in my tank in case the opportunity arises at the table."

"Oh, I'm sure my Mom would love to see it. I suspect that peeing gets her horny sometimes, too. I bet you could get her to masturbate, although I don't know if she'd do it in front of me."

"Hmmm, okay, well I'll keep that in mind. Your Mom will be my primary target!"

She collected herself and smoothed her skirt back down. You could not tell that she had peed herself three or four times and masturbated twice. She smiled and walked back toward the kitchen. I gave her a 30-second head start to avoid any evidence of collusion.