My Exhibitionist Mom Book Eight

MY EXHIBITIONIST MOM, BOOK EIGHT

Hi, and welcome to the continuing adventures of Amie, the exhibitionist Mom, her Daughter Jill, and all their friends! There’s Mrs. Hamilton, who’s Daughter is disgusted by the fact that she needs to masturbate to relieve her tension headaches, while Jill talks to her and encourages her. Meet Jill’s athletic friend Erica, whose Mom catches them masturbating each other, and eventually joins in against her better judgment…. Miss Gill, the school Health teacher, who masturbates in front of the entire senior class during the annual “She-Day,” demonstration, followed by a stern rebuke and punishment by the imperious Mrs. Delaney. Of course Patty Hicks and her Mom are back, for some escapades during a nude sunbathing session. And Jill’s nerdy friend Ellis, whose angry sister punishes her by humping her from behind.

All characters are depicted as over 18 years old.

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CHAPTER 71-THE MAGIC GARDEN

I was home early from an afternoon birthday party down the street, and we all got plants as party favors, I was going to stick the plant in the front garden, so I came in through the garage and went to get our ratty garden hose and saw that it was gone. It’s been there since the Mesozoic Era, so I wondered where it was. I found it in the trash can, I guess Mom had finally had enough of its leaky ways. I saw Mom out in the garden, and it looked like she had a brand new hose stretched out there.

It looked like it was underneath her, and there was a small puddle forming below where she was kneeling. How did she not notice it under there? As I sat and watched a little longer, I noticed that she was moving, very slightly, up and down. She had one hand on the ground and the other held a trowel. Every once in a while she reached out and scooped a little dirt with it. Her hips were moving slightly up and down. The movement seemed familiar to me. I thought she might have been masturbating somehow with the hose.

My sweet, sexy little Mom was doing herself on top of the new hose, and it was trickling out water from underneath her skirt. It looked like she was holding the hose in back of her with her two feet while she bounced up and down on it. As I watched, her movements became more pronounced. I wanted to play a little game with her.

I started out across the lawn. “Hi Mom! I was just looking for the hose.” She started, almost jumped, and then recovered, but did not change her position. “Is that a new one? I guess the old one bit the dust finally.”

“Hi Honey! Yes, I got a new one. I’m doing a little gardening. Are you going to plant that flower?”

“Yes, we all got one at Ginny’s party. It ended a little early.” I could see her hips starting to move again. She wasn’t going to let a little thing like conversation slow her down. She must have been getting close. I wanted to see how far she would go with me standing there. “Are you almost done with it?”

“Yes, I just need a few more minutes. Why don’t you go in and get yourself something to eat while I finish up here. Oh! Oh.”

“Oh that’s okay, I’ll just hang out with you here till you’re done.”

“Oh. OH!.” She was trying not to make too much movement, but she must have been getting close.

“Mom, are you okay? Your back is moving up and down.”

“I’m just doing a couple exercises. My back is hurting a little today.”

Perfect! “Mom, you need a back rub! I’m famous for them-you’ll be purring after a few minutes, trust me!”

“Oh really?” She looked a little nervous. “Well, maybe you’re right about that, Jill! Oh, yes.” She was starting to bounce a little bit more noticeably as I walked over to her and perched myself on my knees beside her. I reached up and started to knead her neck and upper back. I could see she was not wearing a bra, which was going to make my job even easier.

“You seem a little tense, Mom. I’m going to reach under your shirt.” I did a little more than that, as I pulled her shirt up her back. She had slowed the rhythm of her hips now, but she was going up and down further each stroke. I could tell that she must have the new hose inserted into her pussy, and she was moving up and down on it with the water turned to a very low flow. “That’s it, Mom. Just relax, I’ll take care of you.”

“Will you, Dear? That would be so nice. Yes, it feels good. It feels so good. Mmmm. Yes it does. Do I feel less tense now?”

Her eyes were closed now. “Yes, Mom, you are starting to relax. Leave yourself in my hands. That’s it. You feel very good this way, Mom.” In a smooth motion, on my next trip up her back under her shirt, I pulled it over her nipples, which were facing towards the house. I took a chance that I had gone too far. I made it seem important to the task at hand. I kept massaging her upper back. She made no reaction, but her nipples were rock hard. I pulled the shirt up a little more. They stood prominently out at least an inch. I wrapped my hands around her neck, caressing her softly.

“Mmmm. Yes. Oh yes, Honey. It feels good. So good. Hmmmm. Mmm, yes. Keep going. Keep it up. Yes, touch me. Touch me please, yes.” I could tell she was very excited. I took another chance and brushed my hand against her nipple. It startled her slightly, she must have forgotten it was exposed. She chose to take it in stride.

“Oh!. Mmmm. Okay. Hmmm, yes.”

“Does it feel good, Mommy? You’re nipples are showing. Is that okay?”

“It’s okay, Honey. Keep going.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel embarrassed if somebody sees them.”

“It’s okay. It feels good when they are out like that. Keep going, now.” I massaged and kneaded her as she moved her ass up and down.

“Are you feeling better? Does it feel good?”

“MMM. Yes it does.”

“Really good, Mommy?”

“MMM. Mmmmm. Oh. Oh, oh yes. Yes it does. It’s going to happen.”

“What will happen, Mommy? OOh, look! Your nipples are all hard!” I grazed her nipple again, and then reached around to gently pinch the one on the other side.

“Hmm, I bet they are. You’re going to make Mommy feel better, aren’t you.” I started running the back of my hand up and down her hard nipples.

“Are you ready, Mommy? You ready to feel better?” She was breathing hard and bouncing up and down.

“Yes, Honey, I think you are fixing my back problems for today. Uhh. Uhh. Yes. UHHHH. Mmmmm. Hmmm. AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAAHHHH!” God, my Mom just came. Right in front of me. It’s like I helped my own Mom masturbate with a garden hose.

“Mom, are you okay?”

“Yes, Honey, I think you did it. You fixed all my back problems.”

“Mom, you looked more relaxed now. Did it work? Are you finished feeling better?”

“Yes, Jill, I think it did. I feel much better. I’m going inside to have a little nap. Plant your flower and I’ll come out and look at it later.” She got up and slowly started towards the house, a big wet spot from the hose on the back of her skirt. As she was walking, her back towards me, I took the hose and put it under my dress, the water still coming out in a fast trickle. I pushed my panties aside with the threaded end and shoved it into my cunt. Before she was even at the door, I was pushing and pulling it in and out, hoping she wouldn’t turn around.

I kept jacking it in and out, waiting to see if she would turn to look, but she didn’t. So I positioned my body facing front, towards the street. I saw a package delivery truck approach the house next door. I wondered if the driver could see me from there, or could make out that I was masturbating. I wondered if the driver was male or female. I figured they would be focused on delivering the package, and might not even notice that I was there. The driver was male, and he glanced my way only briefly. When he did, I climaxed.

CHAPTER 72-MRS. HAMILTON, PART I

I was at Marcie’s house and we were watching a movie in her living room but the movie was boring we decided to play a board game instead, and she has a ton of them in the spare room at her house. When she tried the door, it was locked. She gave me a quizzical look, tried it again, locked. She said someone must have locked it by mistake, but on a whim she knocked, and it sounded like her Mom inside, answering.

“Yes?”

“Hey, Mom, the door is locked. Could you open it?”

“I can’t right now.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m trying to masturbate.”

“What?”

“I’m trying to masturbate.”

“You’re trying to masturbate? Uh, okay….” Marcie shrugged her shoulders & gave me an embarrassed giggle.”

“Oh, okay, sorry, Mom. Jill is here and we wanted to pick out a game from the game closet.”

“Oh, Okay. Jill is there? Has she been there the whole time?”

“She’s right here, but she’s not paying attention.” She gave me another shrug and giggle.

“It’s okay, Marcie, not a big deal, we talked about this, remember?”

“Kind of, Mom. Can you let me in just for a second? I won’t look or anything, or whatever….”

The door unlocked, and before I could see anything, Marcie’s Mom had scrambled back under the covers. She said, “Hello, Jill. This is probably too much information, but I’ve been struggling with nerves, and lack of sleep. I have a new therapist, and she suggested, almost insisted, that I start to masturbate. I’ve never been the adventurous one, and after the divorce a couple years ago, I’ve sort of forgotten all about that side of things….”

“I see, Mrs. Hamilton, well, uh, I think it’s great that you’re finding yourself again. It might really help you see things differently if you’re more relaxed.

“Well, to tell the truth, it’s not going too well. I’ve been at it over an hour and I don’t seem to be getting anywhere.”

Mrs. Hamilton was a mousy sort of woman, thin and straggly dirty blond hair, probably athletic in her younger days. I wanted to see if I could help her. “Can I ask you a question, Mrs. Hamilton? Are you nude underneath the blanket? I notice you have your blouse on.”

“Yes, I was afraid Marcie would come in and find me. So I have on my blouse, and also my underpants. But we’ve discussed all this, and I’m not embarrassed about it. I’m at the point where I’ll try anything.”

“Well, why don’t you stop for a moment, and just talk about something else. Then come back to it, and maybe you’ll have more luck. But first, why don’t you take off your blouse and panties under there.” I saw her unbutton her top and take it off under the covers, then she reached her hand down to pull down her panties, and I saw her hand come out of the side of the covers and drop them on the floor.

“Okay. Now I’m nude under here.”

“Okay. So, Mrs. Hamilton, what shows do you watch on TV?”

“Well, I like sports. I’ve been watching the tennis matches.”

“Me, too!” And I went on to tell her about this great match, and how it went back and forth, and I noticed the covers moving. So I stopped for a moment.

She said, “Keep going.” I picked up where I left off, talking about the match, and all of a sudden the covers were moving very fast where her hand was, she lifted her hips up and down off the bed several times. Her mouth and eyes opened wide but no sound came out. Then she relaxed. Marcie was still in the closet, she had no idea what was going on. She was sitting on the floor reading the directions for the games, and just thought we were having a nice discussion.

I said to Marcie, “Find a good one, I can wait. I’m chatting with your Mom.” I heard a muffled okay from the closet.

Mrs. Hamilton said, “Keep talking, I think I can go again.” I started gabbing about what I was going to make for dinner, and how I like to cook.

“Do you ever cook lasagna?” I asked. “My Mom cooks it with ricotta cheese, but I don’t like that kind of cheese, so I use extra mozzarella, and sometimes I even put in some cheddar cheese. Do you like lasagna, Mrs. Hamilton?”

She nodded yes, and her eyes opened wide, and I thought she was going to say how she cooked it or something. But instead the covers moved again very fast where her pussy would be, and her hips went up and down again, faster this time. She held her breath during that time, and then laid back down on her pillows with a big “whoosh” as she exhaled. Marcie come out of the closet carrying a couple board games. “Clue!” she exclaimed, and so she had made her choice.

I quipped, “All this time I thought you were clueless!” But I was excited. Super-charged. I couldn’t wait to get home and do myself under the covers with the door open just like Mrs. Hamilton.

She giggled and said, “Mom, what was it you were trying to tell me before?”

“Nothing, Marcie, enjoy your games, and I’ll enjoy mine.” She looked at me and I read something in her face that told me that our secret was to remain between us. So I guess I was going to be occupied with “Clue” for a while, but I was so distracted by Mrs. Hamilton that I lost twice in a row. I said I needed to use the restroom, which is close to the guest room that Mrs. Hamilton was napping in. The door was open, and when I looked in, she was still there. The covers were moving. She was at it again.

“Oh, hi, Jill,” she said. “I enjoyed our little chat. Do you have a few more moments?”

“Of course, Mrs. Hamilton. Were you able to find a little more relief after I left?”

“As a matter of fact, no. I’ve been trying and trying, and what seemed to work so well when you were standing there talking to me did not work at all once you left the room.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Well, uh, I have a few minutes right now if you’d like to continue our little conversation?”

“Yes, I’d like that very much.”

“Well, we were talking about lasagna, but I also cook a pretty good veal parmesan, if I do say so myself. Please continue to relax yourself while we talk, Mrs. Hamilton.” She put her hand out of sight between her legs.

“Keep going, Jill, you seem to have the magic touch. I’m almost there again.” Her hand was moving very fast under the covers.

“Wow, are you almost ready again, Mrs. Hamilton? You’re quite fast. I wish I could do it so fast. Anyway, I think the secret to a good Italian veal or chicken dish is to pound the meat very hard before you start.” I paused to watch her finish. Her hand started going so fast that she had to catch her breath in small gasps, then she held it in her lungs as her hips bounced up and down. She relaxed and let out a huge rush of air. I waited to see what she wanted me to do next.

“What do you do then, Jill?”

“Oh. Well, I put the sauce on top, and then the cheese. I would pre-heat the oven to about 425.” Her hand was already starting to move fast, but I wanted her to finish quickly. For what reason, I don’t know, I non-chalantly reached into my blouse and bra, and lifted my left tit all the way out. I stood with my hands back at my sides, with my left breast fully exposed. Right in front of her the nipple hardened to a point that would have cut glass. Her eyes and mouth opened wider. But I just continued chattering on about the recipe as if it was nothing unusual.

“Jill, I’m going to do it again already. I can’t help it. It’s something about you, I don’t seem to be able to do it any other way. Here I go.”

And she did it again, her mouth and eyes opened wide, her hand moving expertly under the covers, I could see it in my head. And she held her breath and let it out and rocked her hips up and down to meet her hand. She held her breath again, came explosively, and relaxed. I heard Marcie coming up the stairs, and casually returned my breast into my clothes, as if I did this all the time. When Marcie came in, she found us chatting benignly just like last time.

“Oh, hey Marcie-your Mom and I are talking recipes-and I forgot to pee!” I went to the bathroom and when I came out, neither Marcie or her Mom were in the guest room. I couldn’t wait to go home and masturbate, and I would have done it right in Marcie’s bathroom but I thought she was waiting to use it. I left after saying goodbye to them both in the kitchen.

CHAPTER 73-MRS. HAMILTON, PART II

A couple weeks later, I was at the Hamilton house in the evening, and they asked me to stay for dinner. The whole situation had my curiosity piqued, and I wanted to mine it a little further, since I had been using it in my own masturbation fantasies since then.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and topics between the three of us moved along comfortably, with no mention of anything regarding masturbation. So I decided to steer the conversation along! Mrs. Hamilton had already announced what she was doing last time right in front of Marcie, and she had said she wasn’t embarrassed about it at all. What seemed out of place was Marcie’s reaction-she seemed to almost purposefully not acknowledge that her Mother had needs that she was taking care of this way.

I said, “Oh, Mrs. Hamilton, I meant to ask you, are you still seeing that same therapist?”

“Yes, Jill, why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason. I had mentioned it to my Mom, and she thought it was a very interesting idea.” (I had done no such thing.)

“Did you mention what I had been doing as my treatment?” Marcie continued to eat, her concentration solely on her food. The irony of the fact that Mrs. Hamilton had made lasagna for dinner was not lost on me. I had walked in on Mrs. Hamilton playing with herself under the covers the last time, and she seemed to only be able to get herself off when I was talking small talk with her about anything and everything, including lasagna.

“I did, and she thought it was a good idea. She thought maybe more therapists should present it as a course of treatment, or a component of it.”

“So you told her that I was masturbating?” Marcie loudly put down her fork and knife, glaring at her Mother.

“Mom,” she said, “I’m sure Jill didn’t tell her Mother that you masturbate. I’m a little shocked that you’d bring it up here. It doesn’t exactly seem like dinner conversation.”

I said, “Oh, actually, Marcie, that’s exactly what I said. I happened to mention that Mrs. Hamilton’s therapist recommended that she masturbate herself, as a way of relieving tension, and helping her sleep.”

Marcie said, “So, you discussed my Mom’s masturbation with your Mother? I don’t believe that for a second!”

“It’s true. You can call her up and ask her yourself. We have a very open relationship.” I was hoping she wouldn’t call my bluff or I’d have a lot of explaining to do!

Marcie smirked and went back to her lasagna. “Okay, well, you two have at it, and you can discuss the finer points of masturbation as much as you like. I’ll stick to lasagna, which I find a little bit more interesting.”

Curious now, Mrs. Hamilton said, “What did your Mother say when you mentioned this to her, Jill?”

“She was quite intrigued by it, actually. She said at least it’s entirely natural. There are no drugs or chemicals, nothing painful or unpleasant, and it’s fun! Why wouldn’t you try it first as a form of treatment?”

“She said that? Your Mother is quite a liberated lady, Jill. Not everyone would be so understanding of it. You saw Marcie’s reaction.”

Marcie put down her fork and knife and rested her head in her hands, looking at us. She could not believe the turn this dinner had taken. “Really? This is what we do at dinner now?”

I decided to ignore her and forge ahead. “Well, my Mom and I talk about everything. I hope you don’t mind that I told her about it, but I know she sometimes has a hard time sleeping, too. And you had said that you’re not embarrassed about it, and you shouldn’t be. I was thinking she might try it, too.”

“No, Jill, I have no qualms about doing it. I just can’t seem to get it going sometimes. It feels like I’m another person doing it, not myself.”

“I can understand that. If it’s something you wouldn’t normally do, I guess you just need to get used to doing it more often. Try to normalize it a little bit. You know what I mean? Maybe Marcie could help.”

Marcie rolled her eyes. “Jesus, here we go. I knew I’d get dragged back into it sooner or later.”

“You don’t need to get dragged into anything, Marcie,” Mrs. Hamilton said, “but you could at least be a little bit more understanding of the situation. You know I’ve been on edge for the last 9 months. Maybe you would benefit by this helping me, you know. If I were a little bit more calm and relaxed about everything, I don’t think we would snap at each other as often.”

“Well, what do you expect me to do, Mother, jump up and down and say how excited I am that my Mother is masturbating? And sharing it with the world?”

I said, “Well… maybe you could help a little bit.”

“Help? What do you mean, help? Man this conversation gets weirder and weirder! I can’t wait to hear where you’re going with this one, Jill! Maybe I could rub it for you, Mom!”

I laughed a little bit to ease the tension. “Oh, Marcie, don’t be such a prude! It almost seems like you’re the old lady here! No offense, of course, Mrs. Hamilton, you surely aren’t an old lady.”

“Okay, let’s pretend I’m not a prude, which by the way, I am not. But let’s pretend I’m even MORE not. What am I supposed to do, hold Mom’s vibrator for her?”

Mrs. Hamilton chimed in, “I don’t have a vibrator, Marcie. But maybe I should get one.”

I said, “Why don’t you just let your Mom relieve herself when she needs to, without saying anything about it or applying any value judgments?” Marcie’s Mom was nodding. “It’s perfectly natural, and we’re all just women here, with the same parts, talking about it openly. You seem to react like an alien just landed. Don’t you masturbate, Marcie?”

“Now wait a minute, this is NOT about ME.”

Mrs. Hamilton said, “It’s not about you, Marcie, but maybe you could just lighten up about it.”

“Is that all I have to do, just shut my mouth and accept it?”

I went on. “You could even encourage her, you know: ‘Mom, you look a little tense. Why don’t you sit over here by me and take care of yourself?’” Marcie was looking down now, twirling her fork in her lasagna. She had a guilty, sullen look.

Mrs. Hamilton joined the imagined conversation: “‘Oh, thanks, Marcie, thank you for understanding. I think I will come over there and sit by you for a few minutes. I’ll open my robe for a little while, while you watch TV.’”

I kept it going: “‘Okay Mom, that’s a good idea. I’ll rub your shoulders while you do it. You go ahead and masturbate, and you’ll feel better afterward. That’s it, Mother, keep going. It feels good, doesn’t it?’”

Marcie said, “The two of you hardly need me at all! You have it all figured out! I’ll just rub my Mother while she masturbates right in front of me?”

Mrs. Hamilton said, “Oh, Marcie, it’s not THAT crazy. Pretty harmless, really.”

“And then you can masturbate ME, Mom, okay?”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, Mother, really. Better yet, you go down on me. I’ve only had that once in my life and it was superb. How is that for honest conversation?”

“I think that’s great, Marcie,” she said. “I’m genuinely glad that you enjoyed that. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

I said, “See? We’re getting somewhere now! This is called ‘Pussy Diplomacy!’”

Mrs. Hamilton made a face. “Jill, you are incorrigible, but at least we’re all talking now.”

“Well?” Marcie said.

“Well, what?” Her Mom asked.

“What’s your answer?”

“What was the question?”

“I made an offer. The offer is, I will rub your shoulders while you masturbate, and be more accepting, and all that crap, and you go down on me. Until I come, of course.”

“Ha ha ha! Well, of course, why not!” Mrs. Hamilton was gay and laughing, and Marcie was not.

“I’m serious, Mother, if that’s what will make us all relaxed. Jill, you can officiate if you’d like, and make sure we’re all keeping up our end of the bargain.”

“So, you’re serious, Marcie?”

“Why not, maybe I am, Mother. Who knows, maybe I’ll be more relaxed, too.”

I was shocked at how quickly this all turned from heated to HOT. Things were sure looking different now, and I was intrigued, to say the least. I didn’t want to lose the moment. “And when should this bargain be consummated?”

Marcie said, “Well, I notice we’re not doing much of anything now, except sitting here talking about sexual needs. There’s only one thing better than talking about sex, that I can think of. My appetite has definitely turned in a different direction.”

Mrs. Hamilton said, “Well, someone once said, ‘There’s no time like the present.’”

I chirped in, “And if they didn’t, I’ll say it right now!”

Mrs. Hamilton said, “Well, Jill, since you’re the referee, why don’t you tell us how to get started?”

“I think you should retreat to your separate corners and take off all your clothes. Put your bathrobes on. Get yourselves physically, mentally and emotionally prepared for the contest to take place. We’ll meet back in the study, neutral ground. Marcie, do you have an extra robe?”

“I do.”

“I’ll change into that. I don’t want either of you to feel sorry for me, so I’ll officiate in the nude as well.” Marcie slapped both of her knees, stood up, and started toward her bedroom. Without looking back, she motioned for me to follow. I looked over at Mrs. Hamilton, and she mouthed a sincere ‘Thank you’ to me. I winked at her and jumped up to follow Marcie.

“What the hell have you gotten me into, Jill?”

“What are you complaining about? You’re about to get your pussy licked.” She had started already on her shoes and socks, sitting on her bed.

“By my own Mother? Does it get any weirder than that? Do you think she’ll go through with it?”

“I don’t know. I think she will, because she wants this program of hers to work, and she needs your help so she can relax and do herself.”

“Well, it turns out I’m super anxious to have somebody go down on me again. Even if it is my own Mother. It was so good the first time, this guy I hardly knew, but he sure knew what he was doing. I just haven’t had a decent boyfriend in all this time.”

“I think it might be extra special this time, that’s just my guess.” As I looked at her more closely I found a new appreciation for her quirky look. With her diagonal-cut bangs, uneven bob and dyed black hair with purple highlights, she looked every bit the punk rocker from the ’70s. And when she started taking off her clothes, I saw how nice her body was. Not tall, but very well proportioned. Her skin was lily-white and firm. She took of her bra, and her breasts were bigger than I thought, almost my size but a little droopier, with big nipples and big aureolae, puffy, like a little breast on top of her breast. She took off her panties and revealed a closely-trimmed pussy with dark hair. She had big thighs but nicely-shaped legs.

“Wow, Marcie, what have you been hiding under there all this time?” She struck a pose like, ‘I’m a little teapot.’ “I’m looking forward to watching you in action.”

“I can’t believe I’m going through with this. It’s absolutely surreal. But also really horny! Can you imagine doing anything like this with your Mom?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never really thought about it.” (I think about it all the time.)

I forgot that I was to take my clothes off too, so I stripped quickly. Marcie said, “Wow, Jill! Whatever I’ve been hiding under here, you’re hiding more of!” I stood nude and struck the ‘teapot’ pose, only instead of a spout, I took my finger and stuck it right in my snatch, then licked it off and blew on it like a little gun! I don’t know why I do things sometimes!

I put on the robe and it was time to head into the guest room. Marcie’s Mom was sitting on the bed waiting, looking a little nervous. It looked like she had stockings on underneath her robe. I tried to break the ice. “I just want to thank you both for being so open-minded about doing a little something for each other. I think it will help you in all the other parts of your relationship.” I felt it was up to me to take control, for some reason, or else either or both of them might back out. “Marcie, why don’t you sit up on those pillows against the headboard, and open your legs so Mr. Hamilton can fit between them. You can leave your robe on for now.”

Marcie scooted up onto the bed and arranged her robe to cover her open legs. Mrs. Hamilton took her cue and moved into position, her back leaning onto Marcie with her legs stretched in front of her, her robe on. I said, “For right now, Marcie is like the Mother and Mrs. Hamilton is like the Daughter. Marcie, touch your Mom on her shoulders. Move her robe down over her neck. Feel how soft she is. Smell her hair. She’s a very attractive woman.”

Marcie said quietly, “You are, Mom.” That caused Mrs. Hamilton to turn her head back towards her Daughter, faintly surprised at the compliment.

“Thank you, Marcie.” She looked at me and I nodded.

Marcie said, “Are you going to start, Mother?”

Mrs. Hamilton just sat there, with a blank look on her face. “I don’t know. I don’t know if this is going to work.” Both of them looked up at me for guidance. I knew what to do.

“Marcie, ask your Mom about who she saw at the Dunkin’ Donut last week.”

“Who, Mom?”

“It was your old friend Sheryl, who we haven’t seen in ages. I thought she moved away.”

“You saw Sheryl?” I saw Marcie move her fingers to toy with Mrs. Hamilton’s hair. She was curling it with her fingers.

“Yes, didn’t you think she moved?”

“I sure did. We haven’t gone out together in such a long time, I guess we kind of lost touch.” Marcie moved her hands down to her Mom’s shoulders and rubbed them gently. I nodded at Marcie to keep going.

“I remember a concert we went to together, Blink 182. They were so late starting, and Sheryl showed up drunk. When they finally started, Sheryl was fast asleep!” Mrs. Hamilton’s hand had disappeared under her robe. It was moving up and down, faster and faster. I nodded to Marcie: keep talking.

“Another time, we hitch-hiked into town, she wanted to buy cigarettes for her Mom, who gave her twenty bucks and told her to get lunch with the rest.” Now Mrs. Hamilton’s hand was moving really fast, up and down, up and down. She opened her robe, and bounced her hips up and down about ten times. She let out a huge whoosh of air, and her hand stopped moving. Then she was quiet. Marcie looked at me, stunned. She didn’t know what to do next.

Mrs. Hamilton said, “What happened then, Marcie? I need to go again. What did Sheryl do?” Her robe was now open, and you could see that she was wearing a garter belt and stockings. Her pussy was bare and looked very wet. She had a full blonde bush. She was still breathing heavily.

“Oh. Okay. Well, we made it all the way into town, and, uh.”

Mrs. Hamilton’s hand landed on her pussy, and moved up and down. “Keep going.”

“Um, well, we made it all the way into town, and the guy at the counter wouldn’t sell her the cigarettes….”

Mrs. Hamilton’s hand sped up. Faster and faster again. “He wouldn’t?” She started to hold her breath again. “Uh. Uh.”

“No, so we took the money and had lunch anyway, and she saw her friend’s Mom at the diner.”

Now the hips were going up and down, up and down as Mrs. Hamilton masturbated furiously. “What did she do?” She said, almost breathlessly from the exertion of moving her hand and hips so fast. “Uh. UH!”

“Uh, we were almost out of money, but we got her to buy the cigarettes for us, and then she gave us a ride back home.”

Mrs. Hamilton let out a loud “Ahhhhhhhh” and collapsed back against Marcie. She looked totally spent. I had never heard her make an audible sound, so I figured she must be getting more comfortable.

Mrs. Hamilton looked so relieved and relaxed I thought she was going to fall asleep. Marcie was still rubbing her shoulders. She looked over at me and mouthed ‘Wow!’ and silently giggled.

After a minute or so Mrs. Hamilton said, “That was wonderful, Marcie. You made me feel very warm and accepted. I could go five more times like that, but I want to repay your favor. That was the bargain.

“Mom, you really don’t have to if you don’t want to, you know. It was really nice doing what we just did, and I really enjoyed it.”

“I’m glad you did. And now I want to do something for you, although I fear I may not be very good at it. I hope you will appreciate my efforts, even if they may not lead you where you want to go.”