My Exhibitionist Mom Book Ten

MY EXHIBITIONIST MOM, BOOK TEN

Hi, and welcome to the continuing adventures of Amie, the Exhibitionist Mom, her Daughter Jill, and all their friends! Learn all about the “Bikini Game,” where Jill and her two friends, Patty and Rhonda invite Amie to play a stripping game with them by the pool, as things heat up; see what happens after the Arts Awards ceremony where Jill and her Mom share a hotel room with the two winners and their Moms, and things spiral into a show-and-tell of Mother/Daughter playfullness; go with Amie and her sister Laura back in time, when two nuns had them in a compromising position; and afterwards as the three, including a very pregnant Aunt Laura, revel in their own sexuality; and finally join Amie, Mrs. Hicks, Mrs. Bemis, and Miss Finn as they invite Jill into a frank kitchen discussion about the use of vibrators, and of course, eventually, some demonstrations….

All characters are depicted as over 18 years old.

CHAPTER 91-THE BIKINI GAME, PART I

I was having a “life is good” moment, lying out at the pool with my three hot and crazy girlfriends, some beautiful sunshine and a pitcher of margaritas at our side. My usual partner-in-crime, Patty Hicks, my possibly insane friend Rhonda and I were in our bikinis, but that couldn’t last long. I was just about to suggest that those bikinis find another place to hang out.

That’s when I noticed Mom strutting toward us, with her own umbrella drink in her hand, wearing a huge-brimmed hat with a ribbon tailing off to the side, platform sandals and a flimsy cover up, untied and opened at the front. She was nude underneath. The cover-up barely covered up her nipples, but her dark, ample bush was visible from a mile away.

I should mention that Rhonda has a huge crush on Mom. Well, so does everyone. She’s adorable, funny, smart and sexy. When she eventually noticed we were all there, she made a token effort to cinch her robe. “Hello, girls,” she said, “I guess you had the same idea I did.”

“How can you not, it’s gorgeous out here,” Patty agreed.

“Looks like you’ve made a little dent in that pitcher, too. I went straight to the vodka, and I’m not screwing around.”

“That’s true, but we have a little headstart on you,” I pointed out.

“It also seems like you may be overdressed for the occasion.”

That’s when Rhonda chimed in: “Well, we were just going to play a little game to remedy that very situation. Maybe you’d like to play it with us?” She had a shit-eating grin on her face. What was she up to?

“A game? What kind of game?” Mom asked. I was wondering that myself. Rhonda hadn’t mentioned any such thing.

“Well, it’s kind of a racy game, Mrs. Jacobson. You might be too sane and in control of your senses for this one!”

“Ha, ha! I’ve never been one to check either of those boxes, even with a number-two pencil! How does the game work?” How, indeed.

“Well, it goes like this: In each round, the stakes get a little higher, and the winner gets to advance. First round, the winner’s bikini bra comes off. Second round, the bikini bottom comes off. Then, it starts to get even bolder. Not for the faint of heart. You can tell me to stop right here if you’re out, and we can postpone the game….”

“Bolder, such as?”

“Well, maybe I ought to wait until you’ve finished that drink before I mention the next four rounds….” Mom downed the vodka in one gulp.

“Okay, what is round three?” Mom inquired. Rhonda’s eyes were bugging out. This was going too easily.

“In round three, the winner inserts one finger in, Hmmm, what is a nice way to say this?”

“Her cunt?”

I chirped, “That’s the nicest way I can think of!”

“And round four and five?”

“A second finger in, well, wherever she likes. The fifth is the magic bonus round, where she, Hmmm, what is a nice way to say this?”

Patty yelled, “Jerks off?”

“That’s the nicest way I can think of!” I added again!

Mom filled her glass with a margarita, considered it, took a sip. “That is certainly an, uh, interesting game, ladies. How are the rounds decided?”

“By a trip down memory lane. Round one, we all relate in one sentence the sexiest thing that happened to us this week. Then we all vote on the stories to see who is the winner. Round two, is two sentences for the sexiest story within two weeks, then a month, six months, a year, then ever. After each round each girl catches up to within two of whereever the leader is. What do you say, Mrs. Jacobson, are you in?”

“Hmmm… That’s a lot of stories. Could get embarrassing. I may not always tell the truth, you know.”

“HA! Don’t worry about that, girls,” I beamed. “I am like Mom’s human polygraph! I can always tell when she’s lying! I’ll give you a nod or a shake to confirm or deny!”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Jill. Well, let me think about it. By the time I finish this margarita I should know.” Then Mom immediately downed the rest of the drink, plopped the glass on the table, and said, “I’m in.”

“That’s the spirit, Mrs. Jacobson!” Patty said.

“I happen to be nude under here though, so I’m going to go back and change into my bikini, and get another drink. I’ll be right back”

Before she had gone two steps Rhonda’s eyes were bugging out, and Patty was congratulating her. “You’re a GENIUS!” Patty exclaimed.

“Do you think she’ll go all the way?” Rhonda asked.

I said, “Probably not, but we’ll take whatever we can get.”

Mom returned, wearing a yellow bikini, and resumed her position on her chair. The rest of us had moved the chairs to face each other. Rhonda said, “Okay, I’ll start. One sentence for the best sexperience this week. So, last Saturday, my sometimes boyfriend went down on me in the car, parked in the lot at Wegman’s! Patty?”

“Last week I masturbated on the living room couch while my Mom was in the kitchen, and I took my top up and my bottoms down just before I came, but she never looked over. Jill?”

“I spied on my own Mother, having sex with her new boyfriend, and then masturbated in my room with the door open. Mom?”

“JILL! Don’t you have any respect for peoples’ privacy?”

“Is that your one sexy sentence, Mom? You’re never going to get an all-over tan that way.”

“Okay, well, I had sex in front of my Daughter, who thought she was being discreet watching from the hallway but I could see her in the mirror.” Hmmm!

Patty won that round, but only because her Mother is kind of a prude. She took her top off and cupped her tits in a show of glory.

Rhonda said, “Round two. Last two weeks: I jerked off my boyfriend standing up, at the park, in the woods, two weeks ago. I opened my jeans and let him come down my panties.”

Patty offered, “I jerked off using Mom’s hairbrush. I did it standing up, in her room, looking in her mirror, and didn’t wash it off afterwards.”

I said, “Patty, you naughty girl. A week from last Friday I let Josh and his friend jerk off onto my face. And I masturbated while they did it.”

Mom said, “Hmm. Really Jill? The things you do in your spare time. Well, this is the kinkiest thing I’ve done in the last two weeks. So, I agreed to take off my clothes and possibly masturbate in front of my Daughter’s friends.”

I won that round, and took off my top, cupping my tits like Patty did.

Rhonda continued, “Third round, a month to work with. A few weeks ago with Adam, we were eating at a Burger King, and it was freezing inside, and I had a thin jacket on over my shirt. Adam dared me to take one of my tits out and lower it right into his coke, to see how hard it would get. It got pretty hard, so I did it with the other one, and a girl who was working there saw it! He ate me out in the car afterward.”

Patty said, “I got really horny over at Ada’s house last month, and I had to go to the bathroom REALLY bad, and I asked Ada to let me see if I could pee and masturbate at the same time in her bathtub. She said, okay, but only if she can watch. And I peed as I was beating off! Ada and I came almost at the same time.”

I said, I asked our sexually liberated Health teacher, Miss Gill, if I could relieve myself in her office and she said yes. Relive myself, meaning masturbate. I fantasized that she was watching, but I don’t think she was. But I came as I was talking to her from inside her office with my pants down.”

Mom said, “Okay, Hmm. This one’s a little weird. A few weeks ago I bought a whole watermelon, and decided it looked kind of sexy. Since it was before Jill got home, I took off all my clothes, and rubbed my pussy against it. It took about twenty minutes to do it that way, but it got wetter and wetter, and I finally came all over it. We both had some afterwards.”

Mom won that one. By this time we were all naked, and had each put two fingers in our pussies, and some of us, one in our ass. Mom had discreetly put her huge hat over herself so that we couldn’t see. I don’t know if she was adhering to the rules or not, but she was getting pretty hammered.

Rhonda said, “Okay, ladies, now what’s the sexiest, craziest thing you’ve EVER done? And the winner takes the big prize of getting to masturbate for all to see. Each take a nice big swig of your drinks. It’s time for the grand finale.” When Mom wasn’t looking, Rhonda gave us a wink. Mom was going to win this round no matter what.

“Are you going to start, Rhonda?” I asked.

“Yes, and I might as well take my trophy right now, and masturbate with it. I once let a dog fuck me in the ass. And I jerked off while he was doing it. Read it and weep.” I know that one was true, because I was there.

Patty said, “Hmmm. That’s pretty good…. I once used a cucumber as a double dildo with another girl. We both came, and then I put it in my ass and masturbated again while she watched.”

I said, “I once jerked off in a department store fitting room with a salesgirl taking my measurements. Then I did it again with her finger up my ass. Then I did her. Mom?”

“I once had two nuns fuck me in church with crucifixes, one in my ass and one in my cunt. I orgasmed for them, and then masturbated them both, one with each hand.” Patty and Rhonda looked at each other agape.

“Come on, Mom! My Mom-O-Meter is redlining! I don’t believe that one. Any of you girls buying that?” The ladies shrugged.

“You can believe it or not, but that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. Besides, nothing in the rules said the story had to be true.”

“Okay, which church was it?”

“Saint Mary’s, the very church you used to go to, before you got involved with pagan rituals and sacrifices.”

“Yeah? And what were the nuns’ names?”

“Sister Agnes and Sister Dominique. Not their real names of course, as a matter of discretion.”

“And they inserted crucifixes in your pussy and in your ass? And fucked you with them until you came?”

“That’s how the story goes.”

“Then they sat in front of you, and you masturbated them with both your hands?”

“They were standing.”

“And they were naked? And you made them both come?”

“They were not naked, they had pulled their tunics up, and were holding them with both hands above their waists.”

“And I suppose nuns wander around with nothing on underneath.”

“These two did, that was their habit.” That elicited a burst of laughter from the ladies….

“And I suppose they came at the same time, did they? Under your practiced nun-masturbating techniques?”

“Yes, but Sister Dominique had to still my hand as she waited for Sister Agnes to catch up.”

“And you expect us to believe this tale of religious devotion?”

“I don’t expect it, but I’ll leave that up to you.”

Rhonda chimed in, “I don’t really care if it’s true or not, it’s a pretty damn good story. Mrs. Jacobson, I hope you don’t mind me picturing you bent over the altar, being serviced in both holes by two domineering nuns.”

“Well, it wasn’t the altar, it was over their desk in the Sunday School room.”

“Jesus, Mom, you’re painting every little detail with a fine brush.”

Patty said, “I’m ready to vote now. My vote goes to: Mrs. Jacobson.”

Rhonda said, “Mrs. Jacobson.”

I said, “I vote for Rhonda.” But then, realizing that my Mom would have to masturbate in front of us, said, “No, I change my vote to Mrs. Jacobson.”

Mom said, “Well, thank you, Jill. I vote for Rhonda.”

“Well, Mom, you are the clear winner. All these stories have made me pretty horny. I wish I had won the grand finale, I wouldn’t mind masturbating right now, but that honor goes to you.”

“Okay, well, here goes.” And Mom grabbed the empty drink tray and put it on her lap, and started moving her hand vigorously, and shouting, “OOOH! AAAAH OOOOH! AAAAAH! YES! YES! YES! YES! LOOK AT ME! I’M COMING! I’M COMING!” With her eyes wide open, looking at each one of us, beaming broadly. She made a show of loudly banging her ring against the tray that was covering her coochie, making a rhythm of her faux masturbation. Then she heaved a final “AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” and collapsed against her chair. The girls looked at each other and giggled.

“Okay, Mom, that was pretty pathetic. You’ve made a complete mockery of what was once only a partial mockery. I guess I have as much faith in the veracity of that orgasm as I do in that nun story.”

“Well, Jill, I wasn’t aware that I would be evaluated by the Orgasm Story Police. Everyone has their own style, you know. You shouldn’t make fun of others just because they are different.”

“Mom, you are about as different as they get. But that’s why I love you, I guess. I’m going for a swim. Last one in is an egg salad sandwich.” I walked over to Mom and kissed her on the lips on my way to the pool.

The other two realized how hot and sweaty they were in the noonday sun, and followed me in. Our conversation had drifted to other important matters. I happened to glance over at Mom, and I could see her arm moving imperceptibly. The expression on her face was one of concentration, and she was pursing her lips. The other two were engrossed in a heated evaluation of members of the football team. I looked closely at Mom. Her hand was moving in her lap. She was masturbating now, for real. She noticed me watching her, and took the tray off her lap. She spread her legs, and I could see that her forefinger was still buried in her snatch. She was moving it in and out slightly, while rubbing her huge clit up and down with her thumb. I looked at her, and she smiled. She made an “OOH!” face, then smiled again.

The girls were still chattering away, in their own world. I made a subtle motion to Mom to open her legs wider. She raised her eyebrows, then bent her knees and raised them up onto her thighs. Her pussy was gaping wide open now. I waved to her discreetly, to speed up. She started poking her finger in and grasping her clit on the outstroke, faster and faster. She looked at me, in concentration now, the smile gone. She held out her hand, palm up awaiting direction. I nodded to her. She put her right hand on her chest and brushed it up and down her hard nipples. She sped up her left hand even more, then opened her mouth, looked straight up to the sky, and jerked her feet out, shivering. She planted them slowly on each side of the lounger, and put her hand on her chest. She was clearly out of breath. She smiled at me, and closed her eyes.

CHAPTER 92-THE BIKINI GAME, PART II

When I turned back to Rhonda and Patty, they were laughing at whatever I was too engrossed with Mom’s performance to hear.

Patty said, “Can you believe that? It’s priceless.”

I agreed, “It was.” I had no idea what she was talking about, but I trusted Patty to know if it was priceless or not. “By the way, Rhonda, that was quite a little game you concocted to try to get my Mom naked and masturbating.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work.”

“Well, she is naked, you succeeded there.”

“She was going to go nude anyway.”

“Who knows, maybe she really did masturbate. Maybe she masturbates like somebody pretending to masturbate.”

“That was not exactly an Academy Award performance.”

“Well, at the very least, I’m sure it got her all horned up. I bet she’ll do herself later.”

“Oh yeah? You think you can report back to us if you find out anything?” Rhonda’s inquiring mind wanted to know.

“Sure. If I see something, I’ll say something.”

“God, your Mom is so cute. I’d give anything to see her jerk off.”

“She does it at least once a day. I’ve even seen her do it. Look at her over there. Look how wide her legs are spread. Look how big her clit is. You can see it from here.”

Patty said, “She looks very wet, too. I like to think all our stories had an effect on her.”

Rhonda said, “Yeah, you’re right. She must be very horny right now. She’s looks sound asleep, though.”

I said, “You could drive a freight train up her snatch right now and she wouldn’t wake up. I’ve seen her when she gets like this after a few drinks. She is out cold.”

“Well, I’m getting wet just looking at her. Those stories made me want to come. If I push that chair right next to hers, and I jerk off right next to her, with my legs spread just like hers, will you take a picture of it on my phone just when I’m about to come?”

“I’ll do it! I wanna see this myself,” I said.

“Okay, help me push the chair over.” Patty and Rhonda quietly pushed her chair right next to Mom’s, and Rhonda lay back, cupping her big breasts and teasing her nipples. Rhonda is a big girl, about five foot-ten and booty to match. After only a minute she brought one hand down to her pussy, and used her three fingers to jiggle around her clit. Her legs were wide open, just as Mom’s were. She turned slightly to face Mom, her fingers still playing in her shaved pussy. You could hear Mom snoring lightly.

“Looks great, Rhonda. How long will it take you to come?” I asked.

“Shhhh! You’ll wake her,” she whispered.

“Ha! Mom is not waking up from this for a while. You can say whatever you want.”

“Ha, ha, really?” A bit louder now. “Well, Mrs. Jacobson, I really enjoyed watching you masturbate today. Did you really come? Oh, you did? That’s great. I would want you to come, especially from hearing my stories. I hope you pictured me in them. I wish I could have seen what your hand was doing underneath that tray. Did you have two fingers in your pussy?” Her fingers were playing faster now, her pussy was wet and wide open. Mom had her lips partly open, and was comatose on her lounger. Her clit was still sticking up, though. “Did you have a finger in your ass, also? I hope you did.”

“She seems to like talking to you, Rhonda, I think her pussy is getting wetter. Give her some post-hypnotic suggestions.”

“You must have had a finger in your ass, Mrs. Jacobson, right? You came awfully fast. That’s why the others thought it was fake. But I knew it was real. I saw how your face twitched. I imagined your wet pussy underneath that tray. You have a very pretty one, Mrs. Jacobson. A lot of hair, but somehow it is very feminine on you. You don’t seem to have one hair anywhere else on your body. I’d love to put my finger inside you, while I’m feeling my own wetness. Do you mind if I come soon, while I’m talking to you? I’ll just play with myself a little while we chat. You know what? I think I’m ready to come.”

“Do you want me to get the camera ready, Rhonda?”

“Yes, get it ready. I’m almost about to come.”

“Okay. Give me a nod when you’re coming and I’ll keep the shutter going.”

“I’m going to come soon, Mrs. Jacobson, while I look at your open pussy. I hope that’s okay with you. I’m going to jerk all the way off, fondling my clit with my fingers. Just from talking to you. Isn’t that wild? I can’t help it. It makes me want to masturbate. I want to masturbate now. Is that okay, Mrs. Jacobson? Just like you did before. I’m about to go. Get ready. They’re going to get a picture of me while I orgasm. I’m going to smile for the camera. I can see your clit standing out, Mrs. Jacobson. Were you touching it before? I’m going to come now, okay? I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. I’m COMING! Smile for the camera! Ahhhhh….. Shit, that was good, Mrs. Jacobson. Thank you for letting me share that with you. I hope you liked watching me masturbate.”

I watched the whole thing through Rhonda’s phone, and finally I saw her spread pussy twitching and convulsing under her fingers. She was smiling a beaming smile, and it was hard for her to keep it up while her pussy was spasming under her fingers.

Patty broke the spell. “That was HOT! Stay there, Rhonda. Would you mind if I climbed onto you and masturbated myself on your knee?”

“No, I wouldn’t mind that at all, if you don’t mind that I feel your titties while you do it. Can you do it that way?”

“I think so, as long as I can talk to Jill’s Mom, like you did. Is it okay, Jill?”

“She’s out like a light.”

“I’m going to put some more tanning lotion on you, Rhonda. Help me juice her up, Jill, and be especially generous around the knee area.” Patty heaved herself onto Rhonda’s lounger, and spread her pussy lips. She lowered herself gently onto Rhonda’s leg.”

“That feel good, Patty?”

“God, I don’t see how I’m going to last long enough to have as nice a conversation as you did, Rhonda. Mrs. Jacobson? I’d love to do this on your leg. Rub my pussy up and down it, I mean. Would that be okay with you? When I get off I’d probably get some come on you, though. Rhonda has tanning lotion on her, so she might not notice if I get some of my juices on her when I come. Did you ever do it this way, Mrs. Jacobson? I mean masturbate all the way like this? I’m just going to rub my clit all over Rhonda’s leg. You can watch me and masturbate, if you like, I wouldn’t mind at all. Sometimes when I’m doing it alone, I picture you watching Jill masturbate. Maybe you walk in and she’s gone to far to stop.” Now Patty was rubbing up and down on Rhonda’s knee, and Rhonda was cupping her breasts and using her thumb to capture the nipples and tug on them gently.

“Wow, Patty, you look like you’re about to come already.”

“I can’t help it Mrs. Jacobson. I was hoping to last longer. But my pussy is slipping and sliding all over Rhonda’s knee. Oh. It feels so good. I’m gonna do it.”

“Take a picture of her! She’s gonna come!”

I aimed Rhonda’s phone at Patty’s ass, going up and down, my Mom’s chest rising and falling with her easy breaths, while Patty held hers and let it out in ragged gasps. “I’m gonna come now Mrs. Jacobson, watch me please.” And Patty smiled a very forced smile as she let out her breath in a WHOOSH, her orgasm gripping her tightly. Finally she collapsed upon Rhonda’s ample landing space. She stayed there for a good 30 seconds. Then she peeked up, looking a little ashamed. But satisfied. I was ready for my turn.

Rhonda said, “Are you going to go now, Jill?”

“Yes, I have to go. I am so horny. Mom, I hope you are sleeping soundly. If you’re awake, tell me now.” I took her hand in mine, to see if she would awaken. It was like a filleted flounder. Once I had her hand, and I knew she was sleeping so soundly that I could do just about anything with it, I put it where it would do the most good. “Mommy, remember when my hand was so cold, and I didn’t have any mittens, and you put my hands between your legs to warm them up? I’ll pretend your hand is cold, and I’ll warm it up for you. Here, I’ll put it between my legs, right here.” I placed it between my thighs, them moved it right up so her thumb and finger were touching my clit. I closed my legs around them.

“Mmmm!” Patty exclaimed. “This might be good.” She was lying face down on her lounger. Her hand disappeared underneath her. I think Patty was going to go again while she watched me.

“There, Mommy, doesn’t that feel good? Is it getting warmer? I’ll lay back a little so I can see. Wow, Mommy, it almost looks like your hand is moving. In that place that makes me feel good!” I started to touch my breasts, tentatively at first. “Are you touching me there, Mommy? It feels good, like when I do it myself. When I masturbate. I know you’re just warming your hand there, Mommy. But if I close my eyes, I can pretend that you put your hand there on purpose. To masturbate me and make me feel good. I’m getting all tingly there, like when I do it and look in the mirror. I’m going to touch my breasts harder now.”

Rhonda said, “It looks like she’s doing you. Can you come like that?” She was face up on her chair, her legs wide open, clit standing up. Rhonda was excited again already.

“I don’t know, Mommy, will you make me come? Would you keep going until I explode? That would make me so happy.” I grinded my thighs against her hand, pushing it gently down with my own. I looked at Rhonda, then at Patty. Their mouths were open in awe as it looked like Mom was going to jerk me off without even knowing it.

“Wow, that is wild! Mrs. Jacobson, that’s so nice to do it for your Daughter. Will you jerk her all the way off? I hope so, Mrs. Jacobson. I really think she needs it right now.”

“It feels so good, Mommy. I’m going to come if you keep doing it, you know. Is that okay?” I was pinching my nipples hard now, and squeezing my pussy rhythmically around her hand. I could feel the tip of her lifeless thumb right on the tip of my clit. It was driving me crazy. “My pussy is going to explode, Mommy. Do you want me to stop? Is it okay? Some water might come out when I explode. It might get your hand wet, Is that okay? It’s going to happen pretty soon, Mommy. I’m touching my breasts. I’m watching you masturbate me. Will you masturbate me onto your hand? It’s okay? Okay. I’m going to go right on your hand, now. I’m going to let go. Here it comes. Get ready, Mommy, your hand might get wet. Yup, here it goes. I’ll try to do just a little bit. OH! Here it comes!” And my orgasm washed quietly over me, and my juices seeped out of me onto her palm. At the same moment I saw two spurts jump out of Mom’s pussy. I don’t think either Patty or Rhonda noticed it. Was Mom awake? Or was her body having a basic sympathetic reaction to my own? “Oh, Mommy. That felt so good. I’m sorry I wet on your hand. I’ll dry it off.” I took a towel and gently mopped her hand, but it would dry nicely in the sun. I looked over at Patty, and her ass was moving up and down onto her hand.

“I’m coming. I’m coming. God, that was hot.” And she shivered and shook as her orgasm quietly overtook her. She bent her arm above her on the chaise and lowered her head into it, facing us, a satisfied grin on her face.

Rhonda was lying there with her legs open. Her clit was visibly hard. She said, “Look how hard my clit is. It’s standing straight up. Do you mind if I do myself in front of you again, Mrs. Jacobson? I got so excited watching you masturbate Jill. Does she ask you to do that very often? No, I wouldn’t mind at all if you did that to me. I guess you can see how excited I am, with my clit sticking up so far. Sometimes I have a fantasy about you, Mrs. Jacobson. I imagine you in your bathtub, and you ask me to bring you a drink. And I see the water churning under the bubbles, and I… I…. SHIT! I’m coming again already, Mrs. Jacobson! AAAAHHHHH!” Rhonda collapsed back in her chair, her eyes closed. Just before I fell asleep myself I made them promise to send me the pictures from their phone.

When I finally awoke, I was lying on the lounger by myself, everyone had left. It was chilly, and someone had draped a towel over me. Dusk had settled over the pool, and I had a splitting headache. Was this afternoon just a dream? I saw Mom’s hat lying on the chair, the ribbon swaying in the breeze.

CHAPTER 93-THE AWARDS CEREMONY, PART I

My friend Sandi is an actress extraordinaire. She won a prize for excellence in the arts and literature that they gave out to senior and high school students. The award ceremony was upstate in one of those factory sort of towns where the factories aren’t there anymore, probably nothing to do, and her Mom decided to book a hotel room with her friend, who happens to be the Mom of the other winner at our school, for poetry. That girl is a major league pill. I don’t think she’s uttered more than three words in all the time I’ve known her. I guess she says whatever she has to say through poetry. She must say it pretty good though, since she won the prize. Poetry is not my cup of tea, although I do know a pretty good one about a girl from South Carolina.

Sandi literally BEGGED me to go along; I don’t think she wanted to be alone with Jaqueline, who she thinks is major-weird. I got her to promise me all kinds of things, and when my Mom heard about it, she offered to go too, since she knows the other two Moms. The more, the merrier, I say, plus I could get Mom to pay for everything.

Once the award ceremony was over, along with the dinner and a few drinks, we all walked back to the hotel. It was still early, and nobody knew their way around, so we decided to watch a movie together on the hotel pay-per-view.

There was one called “The Lover,” which checked a box for just about everybody. The critics loved it, so Sandi was all over it. Jaqueline, the poetry pill loves anything foreign. The Moms seemed to like the romantic character aspects, and the fact that it wasn’t a superhero movie or an action blockbuster. I had a different reason for my “yea” vote, and that’s because I knew it had plenty of nude sex scenes in it. I don’t think any of the Mom’s knew that, though.

The movie was actually pretty good, but the sex scenes were even better. I’ve never seen so much fully erect male penis this far north of porn. After a few drinks my head was swimming, and my pussy was highly intrigued. But here I was with five other women, some of them quite nerdy, so I figured on a long evening of tossing, turning, pleasant dreams and denial.

But it was Mom who spoke up: “God, that was some movie! Is anyone else as horny as I am right now?’ Everyone laughed, and it broke the tension.

Almost unanimously, we answered, “YES!”

“Would anyone mind terribly if I… got a little more comfortable?”

“NO!”

Nerdy Jaqueline asked, “What do you mean by ‘more comfortable?’”

Mom shifted on the bed where she was laying near Sandi’s Mom. Jaqueline was on the other bed, with her own Mom. I was sitting at the desk chair, and Sandi was in the comfy chair. “Well,” Mom began, “I wouldn’t mind relieving a little tension, ha, ha!”

“You mean, as in, masturbation?” Jaqueline continued.

“Well, I wasn’t going to exactly put it that way, but….”

“I don’t think anybody here would blame you,” Sandi’s Mom said. “I’d be willing to bet we’re all thinking the same thing you are, ha, ha.”

“Oh good, that’s a relief!” And Mom started taking off her clothes. She pulled her top over her head and pulled her pants down before she noticed that nobody else was doing anything. When it dawned on her, she said sheepishly, “Anyone else going to join me?”

Jaqueline said, “Oh, you mean, like right now? Are you going to do it now?”

“Yes, if it’s okay? I’ll do it discreetly, of course, and quickly. Anyone else?”

Sandi’s Mom said, “Not right now, Hon, but you go right ahead. Sandi and I are very liberated ladies, and we don’t mind a bit. Correct, Sandi?”

“Sure, Mom. We do not mind. You go right ahead, Mrs. Jacobson.”

“Jaqueline piped up, “I would like to see, please.”

Jaqueline’s Mom said, “Easy, Jaqueline.”

I added, “It’s okay, Mom is not shy.”

“Well, Miss, you can turn your chair around, I don’t need my Daughter watching. I usually do this in the nude. Is that okay with everyone?”

“Jeez, Mom, we’re all adults here.” But she still gave me the little turnaround finger. I turned my chair with a sigh. My usual go-to is to watch in the mirror, but all I could see was her feet. I saw her toss her bra down onto the floor, and I saw her kick her panties off.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to be the only one, but here goes, if you’re all sure it’s okay.”

“Yes, of course, Amie. Go right ahead,” Sandi’s Mom said. “If it’s okay with Jean and Jaqueline, of course.”

Jaqueline’s Mom said, “Perfectly natural.”

Jaqueline said, “Poetry in motion.”

Mom giggled at that and said, “Ha! Okay. I’ll just take care of this little bit of business. Shouldn’t take long at all.” I could see that she put her hand down to her crotch, and it looked like her other hand was discreetly hovering over it. A couple minutes went by. I scanned the other faces in the room. Jaqueline’s Mom was reading through the hotel amenities. Jaqueline was watching Mom with a smile on her face, eyes wide open. Sandi was looking down at the ground, sort of embarrassed, and checking her phone here and there. Mom giggled a little. “Ha, ha. Hmmm. Taking longer than I thought. I’m a little surprised. Usually I can do it faster.”

“Mom, you’re not a little nervous there, are you?” I inquired.

“Nervous about what? I’ll just be another couple minutes.” Another couple minutes went by. I saw her feet moving in rhythm. Her knees going back and forth. “This is unusual for me, I was in quite a state!”

I raised my hand. “I have a suggestion,” I said. “Touch her in a non-sexual place, rub her thigh, tap her, and say something to encourage her. Non G-rated encouragement will work best.”

Sandi’s Mom was right next to her on the bed and knew her from school. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll start.” I could see her stroking Mom’s thigh and patting it. More like a coach than a lover would. “That’s it, Amie, go ahead. Feel good?” Pat, pat, pat.