My Exhibitionist Mom Book Eleven

MY EXHIBITIONIST MOM, BOOK ELEVEN

Hi, and welcome to the continuing adventures of Amie, the exhibitionist Mom, her Daughter Jill, and all their friends! Darlene is a nerdy, eager girl who stays overnight and engages both Jill and her Mom in the morning; Miss Hiramoto, the beautiful Japanese math teacher stays for dinner at Ada’s and relives the innocent sexuality of her youth; you’ll hear three stories about Super-Senior Service Day, a sexy tradition where the high school fifth-year seniors in a secret society service the girls who graduated the year before; you’ll meet Amie’s younger boyfriend Warren, and watch them conspire to give Ada’s Mom a night she won’t soon forget; and spend an evening with the Duckworths, and a Mom who lets her teenaged kids masturbate anywhere and anytime they wish.

All characters are depicted as over 18 years old.

CHAPTER 101-DARLENE SPENDS THE NIGHT

My friend Darlene gave me a sob story that she was coming back from a long plane trip for work and her house was being renovated and she needed to stay with me for one night. Of course I said okay, as she’s done me plenty of favors in the past. It was fine with Mom. Darlene is a very straight-laced girl. She’s a little nerdy but kind of pretty, not much experience with men that I know of so I figured it would be a pretty quiet evening. Once she arrived and settled in, and I asked her if she wanted to sleep in to my bed instead of the couch, and she was so thankful, after trying to sleep with no success on a 14-hour flight.

She was super tired and slipped into bed before I was even out of the bathroom. She had fallen right asleep, her clothes in a heap by her side of the bed. I was tired myself. I took a pee, brushed my teeth, did a little reading and then I got under the covers without waking her up and drifted off. And that’s how the evening ended, uneventfully. However, the next morning was quite a different story. I was awakened by a squeaking sound. The noise turned out to be my own bed. I knew that I wasn’t doing anything to make the bed squeak. And when I turned over there was Darlene, she was nude and masturbating. She had taken the covers completely off her side of the bed and she was lying with her legs straight in front of her, close together. Her hand was rubbing up-and-down very quickly over her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she was moving your head gently back-and-forth with a smile of ecstasy on her face.

I watched her for a little while. She seemed lost in her own world, oblivious to the fact that I might be lying there watching her. She didn’t notice me, and until I looked up, I didn’t notice my Mom standing in the doorway, which was wide open, watching with a smile on her face. I said, “Mom! What are you doing here?” And at that Darlene opened her eyes, mortified. She screamed a small shriek and pulled the covers back up over her nude body, all the way up to her chin. Darlene said, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize that I wasn’t at home. I must have been half-asleep!”

Mom said, “I was just watching the other half! Wow, if you can masturbate like that half asleep, I wonder what you can do when you’re wide awake! Why don’t you just continue? It looks like you’re almost there.

Darlene said, “You mean right in front of you?”

“Why not? You’ve gone this far, you might as well go all the way. Go ahead, finish your orgasm.”

I said “Mom, really. Are you just going to stand there and watch?”

Mom said, “I’m just hanging around, minding my own business.”

Darlene said, “You really wouldn’t mind if I finished masturbating? I’m so close.”

“Mom, what exactly ARE you doing, watching Darlene?”

“Oh, I was just admiring her technique, that’s all.”

Darlene said, “I have a technique? I just do it regular. It’s not really a ‘technique.’”

“Oh, everyone has a technique,” Mom said. “I had a college roommate who used to strip naked and lie on her stomach on top of a beach ball, and she bounced up and down on it until she came. It was very intriguing and athletic.”

“Wow,” Darlene said.

“Wow,” I said. “You never told me that one!”

“Oh, I had some unusual college roommates. It was quite a free and interesting time back then.”

“Do you have a technique, Mrs. Jacobson? I certainly don’t mean to pry.”

“Oh, Mom has a technique, all right.” Mom gave me a sinister look.

“You’ve watched, Jill?” Darlene asked. “Well, what does your Mother do, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Well, we aren’t completely shy around here, and I’m sure we’ve both seen some things. Mom’s method is quite interesting.”

“Really, Jill, I’m sure Darlene is not interested in that.”

“She asked, didn’t she? Well, Mom has a huge clitoris. It’s like a little penis. In fact I’ve seen a few penises it would put to shame, if they haven’t been put to shame already.” Mom let out a little chuckle. “When Mom gets excited, her clit grows even bigger. I never measured it, but it seems like it’s two inches long. It sticks out from her pussy, which is very bushy.”

“WOW!” Darlene exclaimed.

“Good grief, Jill,” Mom said. She was smirking, looking down and shaking her head.

“That must feel so good, Mrs. Jacobson!”

“It has its drawbacks, but I don’t think I’ve ever been heard to complain about it.”

“The noises I’ve heard coming out of Mom have never been complaints about her huge clitoris.”

“So does she jerk it off like a boy would do it?” As if Mom wasn’t there.

“She starts out with her first two fingers inside, all the way. Gently going in and out. With her thumb, she fondles her clit. She rubs it up and down, and across, and plays with it.”

“Good grief, Jill, you’ve made quite a study of this! I don’t recall seeing you watch me masturbating.”

“By now her clit is getting huge. And she gets quite wet. Mom is a squirter.”

“Jill! Is no secret sacred?!” Clearly my exhibitionist Mom was enjoying the exposition of this story.

“So she takes her fingers out of her pussy and strokes her clit like a boy jerking off his cock.” I made the motion of a boy jerking off his cock, in case anyone missed the reference. Mom was cracking up discreetly. “And Mom talks dirty to herself when she really gets into it.”

“Dirty! Really? Like what?”

“She says, ‘Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Do it. Come in my pussy.’ Or she might say, ‘Watch me. Watch me jerk off. I’m gonna come.’”

“Oh Jill, for Pete’s sake, I do not!”

“Yes she does, and if she has an audience, she’ll say, ‘Here it comes!’ And juice squirts out of her pussy. She can make is squirt a long way, too.”

“Oh my GOD! I would LOVE to see that!”

Mom said, “Well, let’s not forget about Jill. She has a technique, too!”

“What? What is it? This is so exciting! I feel my pussy getting wet again!”

Mom said, “Well, you might as well take the covers back down and finish off, you were almost there.”

“Are you sure it’s okay? You two are both fully dressed and everything.”

“She’s right, Jill, why don’t you at least strip off and make your guest feel more comfortable.”

“Oh, I’m sure she doesn’t care about that, Mom, do you, Darlene?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Jill.”

“Ha, ha! That’s a yes,” my Mother smirked.

I didn’t have to be asked twice. I lifted my hips up and shucked my bottoms and panties down, and my pussy was exposed. I spread it with two hands, but I realized I was spreading it toward my Mom, not Darlene.

Mom said, “Why don’t you lose the top also? Darlene is completely nude.”

“I guess she is….” And I shucked off my top.

Mom said, “You have a beautiful body, Darlene. I love your furry bush, it’s just like mine!”

“Only yours is dark brown, Mom, Darlene’s is blonde. You can see right through it. I can see your pussy lips perfectly. Your hair must be very fine, like a baby’s”

“Silly! Babies don’t have any hair down there! Yours looks like a baby’s.” Mine is shaven bare. I spread it for Darlene.

“Well, you’re both nude now, why don’t you finish off.”

“You’re an eager beaver, Mom. Maybe she’s too embarrassed now.” I couldn’t believe Mom was still standing there, waiting for something to happen.

“Oh, I’m not embarrassed at all, you two have put me very much at ease. Should I try your Mother’s technique?”

“Why don’t you show her, Mother? Show her in the nude.”

“Ha, ha. I don’t think so, Jill, I’ve busted in on your slumber party quite enough.” She had either tired of our game, or she wanted to go and masturbate in her room. My best guess was the latter.

“Oh, please? Please, Mrs. Jacobson? You can demonstrate on me, if you’d like.”

“Do you want me to show you? On yourself?”

“Ohhhh yes! My curiosity is in overdrive.”

“Well, you’ll have to open up.” Mom came over and tapped her leg. Darlene slowly spread her legs and her ample thighs. You could see exactly how wet she was through her untrimmed pussy hair, which was matted with juices by her vagina. “Just put your first two fingers inside.”

“Could you show me?”

“You mean, put mine inside you?”

“Yes. Yes, please. Show me exactly how you do it.” Mom did not waver, put her right hand on Darlene’s stomach, and her left two first fingers right into Darlene’s vagina. She was lying up on both elbows, her legs spread, looking alternately at her snatch, and up in Mom’s face. “What happens now?”

“You take your thumb, and push your clit down while you wiggle the two fingers inside.”

“Show me. Please.”

“Like this.” And Mom started brushing Darlene’s clit down. Darlene jumped, and bucked her hips up.

“OH! OH! She’s touching my clitty! Your Mom is doing my clit! OH! OH! I’m going to come already!”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t stop! DON’T STOP! OH! OH! OH! SHE’S TOUCHING MY CLITTY! I’M COMING! I’M COMING!” Darlene bucked her hips up and down, as she held onto my Mother’s wrist, and she had no choice but to stand there and masturbate her through her orgasm.

Mom said, “Wow, that was quick. Ha, ha, ha!” Darlene was staring at her, her eyes wide open, breathing hard after her explosive orgasm.

“Oh my goodness, Mrs. Jacobson, I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me.”

“Oh, well, that’s okay Darlene, I’m glad I was able to show you something new.”

“It felt so good. With your fingers inside me. Right inside my pussy. And your thumb on my clitty. I never had a girl touch me like that before.”

“Well, it was purely for educational purposes. But I never got to tell you about Jill’s technique.”

“That’s okay, Mother, Darlene’s done now. She doesn’t need to hear about that anymore.”

“Oh, I would LOVE to hear! I can go twice! I often do as I am waking up. I can’t help myself!”

“That’s the spirit, Darlene!” And just like that, Mom had picked up the ball again, ready to score in my own goal!

“What does Jill do for her orgasm, Mrs. Jacobson?”

“Jill’s technique is much more straight forward. She rubs her whole hand in circles directly over her clit until her pussy gets nice and wet. By this time her eyes are open and her tongue is sticking out.”

“Wow!”

“Mom…. Such detail. Are making any of this up?”

“No, of course not. So now she has a rhythm going on top of her pussy, and her hips are going up and down. Then when she’s nice and juiced up, she just takes her middle finger and jams it all the way in.” Now Darlene had spread her legs open again. She was looking raptly at my Mother. Her hips were moving slightly up and down. “She jams it in once all the way to the hilt and wiggles it around in there, I think to get it nice and wet. Then she just rams it in and out, in and out.”

“Finger-fucking herself?”

“Yes, finger-fucking. And when she really gets going she takes her finger all the way out and rams it all the way in, all the way out and all the way in, over and over. And each time it goes in, her palm is slamming against her clit, stimulating herself to orgasm.”

“Wow, Mom, you’ve made quite a study of this.”

“And Jill is a squirter too. She can finger-fuck herself to orgasm in about five minutes, and when she’s ready to come she starts squirting. Squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt. Five to seven really good ones, and she can direct them anywhere she wants, even onto herself.”

“Oh, gosh! Onto herself? Why would she do that?”

“Oh, it feels great, like a guy coming on you. Right, Jill?”

“Yes, Mom, whatever you say.”

“Sometimes she does it right onto her own face.”

“Mom…”

“Oh, wow! Boy, would I love to see that!”

“Why don’t you show her, Jill? She showed you her orgasm, right, Darlene?”

“For goodness sakes, Mom, don’t you have some shopping to do?”

“Oh, it can wait just a little while.”

“Please, Jill, will you show me your technique? You can demonstrate on me if you like!”

“Well, I don’t-”

“Your own Mother showed me hers. It was so exciting! Please, Jill!”

“Well, this has to be our little secret, Darlene. I know Mom isn’t about to blab.” Mom made the zip-up-her-mouth routine with lock and key mime. She looked like a cat that swallowed a canary then jerked off her Daughter’s friend. “Why don’t you scoot over to this side,” I said. “I’m right-handed. She pulled the covers all the way down and slid over to my half of the bed. Holding her legs open, she then put her hands onto her thighs, waiting for me. “It’s really pretty straightforward. You just put your middle finger inside, and push it in and out.”

“Yes, but your Mother said that you touch your clitty with your palm when you go all the way in? Oh, show me, show me! Please, Jill! I’m ready to go again!”

“You want to go in front of Mom, again?”

“Oh, yes! She won’t mind at all, will you, Mrs. Jacobson?” Mom waved her hand to say, ‘have at it!’

I put my right finger at the entrance to her pussy, poised for the big moment, and my left hand around her neck, just for effect. I wanted her to watch me fucking her. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, yes, YES! Please, Jill! Do it!” I rammed my finger into her before she was even finished with her sentence, and she let out a rush of air as her eyes fluttered. I thought she was going to faint. Her mouth opened, and she was gasping for breath, but with a huge smile on her face. “Oh, my GOD! Oh, my GOD, YES! Oh, Jill, I’m going to come again! I’m going to come!”

I started ramming my palm into her vulva.

“She’s doing me! She’s doing me hard! Her hand is palming my clitty! I’m going to come!” She grabbed my wrist and forced my finger into her pussy.

“Darlene, are you sure you want to come so soon,” Mom asked.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! I can’t help it, Mrs. Jacobson! I’m coming again! I’M COMING!” She started quivering, and her eyes rolled back into her head. I’ve never seen anyone come so hard so quickly. I glanced up at Mom, who was beside herself. I kept on banging my finger into her cunt, and eventually she calmed, and I slowed my motion and took my finger out, giving it a little lick for Mom’s benefit.

“Well, Darlene, that was quite an encore,” Mom quipped. “You are a sexy girl. I have some things to do, so I’ll see you girls later.” Waves all around, and she disappeared in the direction of her room.

“Oh, Jill, I can’t thank you enough. With the travel, and the stress at my job and everything, I just haven’t had time for a boyfriend. I’ve been ready to explode.”

“I’m just glad we could help. So you’re off to stay at your Mom’s now?”

“Yes, she’s back now. In fact, I’d better get going. I’ll just visit the loo and change.” And she padded off down the hall, past Mom’s room. I sat back in the bed to relax for a few minutes. I was in no hurry to get dressed and put an end to the sexy vibes. Plus, I needed to masturbate, and badly.

After a little while I poked my head into the hall, and I saw Darlene outside of Mom’s room, waving me over. I put on my robe and walked over. She cupped her hand by my ear and whispered, “I think your Mom is doing it!”

I looked in, and there she was, under the covers, her legs obviously spread, her hips moving up and down and her hand stroking where her pussy was. Her eyes appeared to be closed. Darlene whispered, “God, I wish I could stay and watch her finish, but I have to go!”

“It’s okay, Darlene, I’ll let you know how it comes out.”

“God, she is so sexy.” She squeezed my hand and disappeared out the front door. Mom’s room has a little foyer outside of her room, a little hallway where you can stand and not be easily seen. I watched my Mom beating off, and it was making me very horny.

Then she started dirty-talking. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Do it. Come in my pussy. Watch me. Watch me jerk off. Yes, that’s it. Harder. Fuck me harder. Like this.” She was setting exactly the same scene as I described to Darlene. Did she know I was there watching her? She left the door open, she must have known I would visit the bathroom. I couldn’t help myself. I dropped my robe and lowered my hand to my vulva, my finger poised at the entrance. This was not going to take long. I rammed it home.

Mom continued, “I’m gonna make myself come if I keep doing this. Stroking my clit with my finger inside. You like to watch that? You do, don’t you. You wanna see me come?” Yes, I did. “You want me to finish off now?” Yes, Mom, I’m ready. My finger was jerking in and out fast, now. I was ready to orgasm. I moved a little closer, nude, with my knees bent, fucking myself with my other hand cupping my tits. Let her see me if she opens her eyes. I don’t care anymore. I’m ready. “Ok. I’ll come for you right now. I like to do it in front of you. I masturbate all the time. Even my own Daughter watched me. Yup, that’s right. Yes, she did. Okay, here it comes. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming now. Oh, yeah. Ohhh, yeah. Did you like that?” She did it so conversationally, so quietly it was hard to believe it was a real orgasm, but my Mom has no need to fake it. Meanwhile, I was on FIRE! You could hear my sloshing pussy as I jammed my finger in and out to catch up with her orgasm. Finally, SPURT, SPURT, SPURT, then my climax came with a rush, then more squirting, right onto the floor. I had to hold myself up on the wall or I would have fallen down. Finally, I left my finger all the way up myself and wiggled as I felt my juices slowing their flow around my hand and down my thighs. It was all over my robe, and on the floor. I didn’t care. I left it there, slung my robe over my shoulder and walked back to my room.

CHAPTER 102-MISS HIRAMOTO-PART I

I was over at Ada’s house, and she said that they were having one of her teachers over for dinner. She tells me that teachers in her past have tried to get her to sign up for activities, or be more outgoing, or generally change her personality in ways she doesn’t care to. She’s an introvert and likes it that way. Ada wasn’t sure where the conversation might go, so she asked me to stay for dinner too, so she would have an ally, I guess.

The teacher Ada’s Mom had invited was Asian also. I assumed she was Chinese, and that I might be the only one speaking English, but that was not the case, for Miss Hiramoto is Japanese. Ada’s Mom invited her because she runs a tutoring program for students gifted in math, of which Ada is certainly one.

The dinner conversation proceeded benignly enough, and although the subject of math did come up, the adults talked more about their travels, and work, and we chipped in whenever the conversation came our way.

Mrs. Wong had bought a bottle of sake, and Miss Hiramoto was quite a fan. After a few of those she started opening up about her life. Growing up in Japan, her parents were very liberal, here they would have been called hippies. Her household was free and open, but at the age of 14 her Mother and Father died in a car accident. She went to live with her Aunt and Uncle, who were definitely NOT the carefree and easy souls that her parents were. And when they emigrated to the United States, they pressured her into marrying a Japanese businessman, even though she was only 16 by then. He was very traditional and set in his ways. He treated her as an unforgiving parent would treat a child.

And when he died of a rare disease a few years later, she married another Japanese man, who had an importing business, and they were happy for a little while. But when the business went under, he went off the rails and she was able to find the courage to divorce him. How she managed to come out of all this with such an effusive and smiling attitude is a mystery.

I asked her: “Miss Hiramoto, you always seem to have a smile on your face. I would have never known that you endured such hardships growing up.”

“Oh, well, Jill, most of my life has been quite happy! The marriage to my first husband was not good, but it did not last long, as the gods put an end to it. And my second marriage only crumbled at the end. Living on my own has been a blessing to me, and only recently, maybe in the last year, I have begun to remember what it was like in my childhood, when I was free, and life was lovely.”

“It sounds like your parents were quite a pleasure for you,” Mrs. Wong said.

“Yes, it is true. I remember my last years with them so fondly, because I was just starting to become a woman, and they afforded me many freedoms that are unthinkable, even here in America. It made me happy to be a young girl!”

“Freedoms,” Ada asked, “such as what?”

“Oh! One that I remember quite well, and with such strong feelings, is bathing together with my parents. Here it is not usually done, but I bathed with my parents regularly, both in an outdoor spa that was behind our house, and also in communal baths.”

“That must have been fun to see your parents naked like that!” I quipped. “My Mom is quite the exhibitionist, but not around me, for some reason.”

“Well, my parents were what is sometimes called here, ‘frisky!’ They were not shy about teasing one another, even sexually, in front of me. I remember one time that we were in the communal bath, when my Father stood, displaying an erect penis! My Mother grasped it, mocking shame and embarrassment, and pretending to hide it in her hands, she tugged on it, several times. My Father just stood laughing, and even others around who had seen it, were taken up by their mirth. They had a very open and accepting attitude.”

“Did that get you excited? It’s getting me excited!”

“Yes, it did. I was young enough not to have had the talk that Mothers and Daughters sometimes have. But seeing my parents with such a lighthearted attitude regarding their sexuality opened up a range of possibilities in me. I started to discover that I enjoyed being nude, and even looking at myself in the nude.”

“Wow, Ada,” I said, “it sounds a lot like you and Mrs. Wong.”

“Oh?” Mis Hiramoto questioned.

Ada answered. “My Mother and I have much the same relationship as you describe, and it is just as satisfying for me as you describe for yourself.”

Miss Hiromoto looked quizzically at Mrs. Wong. “That is quite true,” Mrs. Wong agreed, “Ada and I have a very open relationship. Maybe even more so than the one you have described with your parents.”

“Really? I would love to hear about this!”

“Mother and I are nudists. We often remove our clothing for the evening, or the entire day, both at home or wherever we happen to be.”

“It is freeing and playful, and it has enhanced our relationship in many ways,” Mrs. Wong added.

“Oh, this is so wonderful! I would love to experience this for myself, but I am too afraid of what others would think. This talk brings me back to my girlhood years, especially at the communal baths!” Now Miss Hiramoto has had three or four sakes, and she was opening up! “Can you imagine this 14 year-old girl, tingling all over, but still too inexperienced to know what to do with herself! I began to show my young body off. And I loved when others would look at me.”

“Did you get a special feeling from that?” Mrs. Wong asked.

“Oh YES! I don’t mind saying so, because you girls are older than I was then, and I presume more experienced. I would stand up in the baths and rub soap on my breasts and nipples, hee, hee, hee! My Mother and Father noticed this, and they would giggle and encourage me. Sometimes they would urge me to bathe myself all over. And I would rub soap on myself, even up and down my legs, my private parts visible to anyone who looked.”

“Did you have hair on your pussy yet?” I inquired, trying to complete the picture in my mind of a young and beautiful Miss Hiramoto, soaping her lithe body at the communal bath!

“I had the gentle wisps of a young Asian female, just starting to discover herself.”

“Ha! Just like Ada’s! I love her straight and fine hair between her legs. It’s so pretty.”

“Oh, you have seen Ada in the nude?”

Mrs. Wong answered, “Jill has enjoyed being a nudist too, when she is with us. Isn’t that so, Jill?”

“Yes! I love it! So free, and relaxing. I’ve quite enjoyed it! Mrs. Wong has such a pleasant and funny way about her, you can’t help but join in.”

“Yes, that is how I felt, even as a young girl. I was not afraid to exhibit myself, as long as my parents were present.”

“Did you touch yourself down there, Miss Hiramoto, even with others present?” Ada asked. “It sounds delightful,” she added, by way of mitigating Miss Hiramoto’s possible unease.

“Yes, Ada, I was soaping myself quite thoroughly, hee, hee, hee! I did not know what an orgasm was, but I knew that what I was doing felt so good! And I did it right in front of my parents, and even in front of others when we were at the communal baths. I was quite intrepid! How I yearn for those days, when I was so happy and carefree. I would love to express my nudity this way, but only in a safe manner.”

Ada said, “Why don’t you join us after dinner? Mother and I often go nude, and Jill has joined us on occasion as well. Jill, you were going to stay for tea anyway. Would that be okay, Mother?”

“Oh, of course. We would quite enjoy the company. You can join us for tea, or another sake if you wish.”

“Oh, I would love that so very much! Almost like a dream come true, to relive those days of my youth! Please excuse me for a visit to the restroom.” She was almost in tears as she rose and made her way out the hall.

“This will be fun, Mother, we rarely get to have company join us in nudism, excluding Jill, of course.”

“Yes, and such a pretty nudist, too! I don’t mind saying that I look forward to her beauty.”

“Yes, rarely have I been exposed to two beautiful, mature Asian women,” Ada said.

“It’s a double-exposure!” I couldn’t resist. Ada and Mrs. Wong giggled, as Miss Hiramoto returned. She was braless now! “Miss Hiramoto, I hope you don’t mind me noticing, but you have beautiful breasts. Did you remove your bra?”

“Hee, hee, hee! Yes, Jill, and also my underthings! I am already nude underneath!”

“I see that you are not one to waste time!”

“Our chat has gotten me very excited. Too excited, I’m afraid!”

“There’s no such thing as too excited, Miss Hiramoto!” I said.

“Well, I am not as sure. I have gotten myself worked up into a very enthusiastic state, between our conversation and this wonderful sake. I don’t believe I can contain myself any longer! I am ready to let myself out all at once!”

“Don’t hold back on our account, Miss Hiramoto!”

“I would go right up to that window and expose myself right now, just to let the feelings out, if I felt it was not rude to do so!”

“It is not rude,” Mrs. Wong corrected, “for we are a nudist family, and that is our custom, not our shame.”

Miss Hiramoto looked at Mrs. Wong for a moment, then at Ada for a moment, then at me for a moment. No one spoke. She quietly rose, and stood by the large living room window, blinds still open from the day. With her back to us, facing it, she pulled up her black knitted top, just below her breasts. She stopped there, as waiting to see what she herself would do. She advanced to where she wanted to go. And pulled her top up over her naked breasts. We could only see through the dark reflection of the window glass. She cupped them in her hands. Then she ran the palms over her breasts and nipples, slowly at first, then faster. You could hear an audible sigh. A moment passed, and she hooked her two thumbs into the bottoms of her pants, and tugged them down. We could all see her naked bottom. When they were down just above her knee, she sighed again, then spread her legs as far as the material of her pants would let her.

“Thank you,” she said so quietly, it was barely noticeable. We could see the headlights of a car on the street, and Ada and I looked at each other, wondering if Miss Hiramoto would dart out of its view. Instead, she stood there, waiting for the lights to come closer. And then we saw her hands move down her body, past her hips, one on either side, where they remained. She was holding herself open. Exposing her pussy, for whomever was in the approaching vehicle to see.

The vehicle slowed, almost to a stop. We all sat there watching, spellbound, as she stood there exposed. Would she dare to go further? The car finally continued, and Miss Hiramoto’s arms fell to her sides.

Mrs. Wong went over and stood behind Miss Hiramoto, her hands on Miss Hiramoto’ shoulders. She said, “Did you see yourself as a little girl again, Miss Hiramoto?”

“Yes.”

“The feeling can be quite powerful.”

“My memories are of the little girl. This time, though, I have the anatomy, emotions and experiences of a full-grown woman.”

“And what do those experiences tell you?”

“That this act alone will not satisfy me.” She then turned to face us, her breasts and pussy exposed. She was beautiful.

“Did you find it exciting to exhibit yourself, as you did then when you were younger?”

“Yes, and I am excited still.”

“Why don’t you bring those feelings into the present, where you can enjoy them now?”

Ada said, “Would you like us to join you in your nudism, Miss Hiramoto?”

“Yes, I would like that. Perhaps if you all were nude, my actions would be diluted, and not seem so singular. I could be myself, uninhibited to do as I please in a small crowd of similarly-inclined ladies.”

“And what do you wish to do?” Mrs. Wong inquired.

“I do not yet know. But I know that with you, I will be free to explore it.”

“Yes, that is right. You will not be judged here. Girls, please feel free to remove your clothing. And you are not girls, I correct myself, but young women.”

No one had to ask me twice, I was unlacing my shoes, removing my socks, and yanking down my pants. Mrs. Wong moved into the middle of the room, and there she stood, removing her skirt and blouse. She stood there in black bra and panties, wearing medium heels. Even with her short stature, with her hair fixed on top of her head, and her full breasts and body, she commanded the room with her sensible and accepting demeanor, and confident maturity. Ada was the last to strip, but in a moment she was completely nude and standing, fluffing her bush.

“Mother,” she said, “this all has me very excited. I also feel the desire to exhibit myself. Will it be okay if I spread my lips and show the inside of my pussy?”

“I, for one, would love to see,” Miss Hiramoto said.

“I, for two!” I quipped.

“And I, for three,” said a delighted Mrs. Wong. “Why don’t you sit on the couch, Ada, and show us.” Ada moved onto the couch, and spread her legs, her soft pussy hair standing straight up. It seemed an inch and a half long.

“I envy you Asian women,” I said. “I love your pussy hair! It’s so straight and fine. May I touch it, Ada?”

“Yes, of course, Jill.” I knelt in front of her on the floor, and ran the back of my hand over the tips of her hairs. I was looking at Miss Hiramoto as I did so. She was enthralled, entranced by Ada’s pussy.

“Ooh! That tickles!” laughed Ada as I teased the very top of her hairs. “In a good way, of course.”

Miss Hiramoto said, “It is just like mine, in some ways, and different, in others.”

“Different, how?” Mrs. Wong asked.

“The hair is similar, although Ada’s is longer, and finer. The lips are much different.”

“Why don’t you sit beside her, so we can compare?” I asked. This was a dream come true, having three beautiful nude Asians surrounding me. Was I going to have to go to the ladies’ room to jerk off? Maybe I could find a way to do it discreetly. “Maybe you should finish taking off your clothes so we can get a better look.”

“All right. I guess a nudist should be fully nude.” She took her pants all the way down, and then off, along with her shoes and socks. Her top followed. A tingle in my pussy told me I liked what I saw. She sat down beside Ada, who still had her knees pulled up onto her thighs with her hands. “Shall I sit just as you are?”

“Yes,” said Ada, “that way we can all see everything.” Miss Hiramoto pulled her knees up, exposing her very wet vagina.

“I can see how excited you are, Keiko, you must feel very good,” Mrs. Wong said.

“I have not felt this way in twenty years. In that time I have led a sheltered existence. My sexuality has been very repressed. I could not think of even sitting in such a pose in front of others, even with my clothes on. I feel free, and able to express these parts of me that have been long dormant. I want to go as far as these feelings take me, with your help of course.”

Miss Hiramoto appeared about to cry. I felt I should lighten things up a bit. “I see what you mean about your pussy lips, they are different than Ada’s.”

Mrs. Wong removed her bra and panties, leaving the medium heels on. She knelt in front of Miss Hiramoto. “Yes, your labia are very pronounced, and many folds. Ada’s lips are classically situated, almost like a textbook drawing. You can clearly see her clitoris, her vagina and urethra, where she pees.” Mrs. Wong reached over to Ada’s pussy and traced these items with her forefinger, as Ada jumped in surprise. She shot me an eyebrows-up look as if to say ‘more please!’ “Yours, Keiko, are well hidden under the folds of your nether lips. Might I expose them so we can have a fair comparison?”

Miss Hiramoto looked shocked, almost frightened. But she quickly recovered, and smiled. “I would like to see, myself.”

Mrs. Wong said, “Ah. I will return with a mirror, so you can do just that.”

While she was gone, Miss Hiramoto just sat there with her legs up, knees bent at her hips, just as Ada was, and beamed at us both, with her beautiful dimpled smile. I realized I wasn’t smiling back at her, so captivated was I by her beauty. I recovered, smiled broadly and said, “You’re so beautiful, Miss Hiramoto, especially in the nude. I hope you’ll feel free to do this more often.”

“Yes, I think so, Jill. I feel very good right now. Better than I thought.”

Mrs. Wong returned with a hand mirror, and knelt in front of Miss Hiramoto. “Hold it in your left hand, so both you and the others can see. Allow me to open up your flower.” Miss Hiramoto nodded vigorously. Mrs. Wong gently grasped each side of Miss Hiramoto’s labia with each hand, and held them apart. Miss Hiramoto gasped, either at the sight or the feeling. Her eyes were open wide. Her full vulva was exposed for us to see. There was a creamy wetness at her pussy-hole. “There. Look how excited you are, Keiko. Your natural lubrication gives it away.”