Dressed and ready for school, fourteen-year-old Jody entered the sunny kitchen one Tuesday morning to find her mother Gail seated at the table, a concerned expression on her face.
"Honey ... we need to talk," Gail said softly.
Jody froze as she glanced down at the table, confronted by the well-worn erotic piercing magazines she had filched from her mother's adult book and sex toy store, which Gail operated downstairs from their apartment.
Jody was frozen to the spot as she felt the blood drain from her face. "W-what--"
"I found these under your mattress when I turned it yesterday, Jody," Gail said. "Would you like to tell me why you took them from the shop?"
Jody's heart sank. Her mother now knew her darkest secret -- her obsession with piercing. She began to tremble with shame, tears filling her eyes. "I ... I d-don't know -- I mean..." she stammered, and suddenly she was crying for real.
"Oh, honey, don't cry," Gail said, rising to put an arm around the trembling girl and guide her into a chair. Jody felt numb all over as she wept into her hands, unable to meet her mother's gaze.
"Now," Gail said, sitting down beside her forlorn daughter, "why don't you tell me all about it? How you feel about... this, honey." She picked up a magazine as she slipped a comforting arm around the young teen's waist.
Gently sobbing, Jody began by telling her mother of her confused longings.
The tale came in fits and starts as Jody haltingly explained her obsession with piercing. The rush of excitement she had first felt at the sight of a woman with metal rings in her nipples, smiling from the cover of a glossy magazine. How the image had lingered in her mind, tantalizing her, compelling her to learn more.
That magazine was the first one she had taken from the shop, smuggling it upstairs under her jacket. That evening, she had pored hungrily through its contents after her mother had gone to bed, utterly enthralled. Jody described how her heart had raced when she saw the photo of a clitoral piercing, the arousal she'd experienced at the knowledge that yes, women even wore jewelry down there. She had masturbated herself to orgasm that night, the magazine spread out on the bed before her.
"Ever since then," Jody sniffled, "I ... I just couldn't stop -- thinking about it."
Gail rocked her daughter tenderly as she spoke, wondering how best to handle this. She would have loved to just tell Jody that she was too young to think about such things, but her own mother had tried that on Gail's teenage cravings with no success. No, if they were to work this out, then some sort of solution had to be found for dealing honestly with her daughter's desires.
Jody lifted her tearstained face to look meekly up at her mother. "I'm s-sorry, Mom," she whimpered.
"I do understand, precious," Gail sighed, gently rocking Jody in her arms. "You have these urges, buried deep inside. And you need to satisfy them so badly that you just can't wait. Then you end up doing all sorts of foolish things, just so you can get some relief," she murmured, her eyes thoughtful as she stroked Jody's hair.
"You're ... n-not mad at me then?" Jody asked through her sniffles.
"No, no. I'm sorry you felt as if you couldn't share this with me, but that's all," Gail murmured, smiling fondly at her daughter. The girl had been growing prettier with each passing day and the thought of Jody exploring her awakening sexuality had Gail feeling strangely light-headed.
"So ... what happens now?" Jody asked hesitantly.
"I guess I'll phone the school and tell them you're not coming in today. Then how about you coming down to the shop with me, and we'll have a look at piercing your nipples?" Gail smiled.
Jody's breath caught and she stared wide-eyed at her mother. "You mean it?" she gasped.
"Sure," Gail chuckled. "Just as long as you don't flaunt them at school or anything. At your age, you can only have it done if a parent signs an approval form anyway," she added, then reached for Jody's hand. "Come on, hon ... let's go downstairs."
The room was exactly as it ever was, and yet it now looked completely different to Jody's excited eyes. It was no longer just the shop her mother owned ... it was now the place where her breasts would feel the sweet fire of being pierced, where a needle would be driven through her virgin nipples.
"You're sure you want to do this, now." her mother asked.
"Certain," Jody nodded emphatically.
"All right," Gail murmured, "then take off your top and your bra, and sit here." She patted a spot on the couch, watching her daughter slide from her blouse and undo her bra. Jody's breasts were small, but flawless, capped with candy-pink nipples. God, she is lovely, Gail thought.
Jody's face and chest were flushed at the thought of what was to about to happen. She sat on the couch, feeling a slight twinge of embarrassment as she thrust her breasts out, the nipples already swollen with anticipation. "I'm ready," she whispered.
Gail gently swiped each of her daughter's nipples with an antiseptic wash. "Hold still, now," she murmured, hefting the gun in her left hand to lay a supporting palm on the right hand side of the firm young breast. The nipple was still standing proudly and the young girl was holding her breath. Gail pressed the trigger and there was a burst of released air as the gun drove the golden stud in.
Jody bit her lip and sobbed. The pain was wrenching in its intensity. She arched her back, savoring the burning sensation that came after the initial hot spike. It filled her chest and brought a soft whimper of pleasure to her lips.
"Okay?" Gail asked as she studied the expression on her daughter's face, amazed that the girl could look so calm and collected just after having her nipple impaled by a golden stud. Blissful, even.
"Yes. I -- I'm ready for the other one," Jody gasped. She thrust her chest forward, gripping the couch on either side as her mother reversed her hands to bring the gun up on the other side. She took a breath and held it, crying with astonished delight as she felt the sudden knife-like thrust of the second stud, piercing her other nipple.
"Oh, Mom!" she gasped, reaching up to cup both breasts while her nipples throbbed hotly. Her heavy breathing gradually slowed, steadied. Finally she lifted a flushed face to meet her mother's eyes. "So ... how soon can I have the rings put in?" Jody murmured, her fingers lightly brushing the inflamed nipples.
"Six days," Gail replied with a smile. "Now get dressed and get out of here. I need to open for business!"
Jody quietly rose and slipped her top on, then picked up the bra, letting it dangle from one hand. "Thank you, Mom," she breathed, reaching for her mother and hugging her close. "I love you." She held Gail for a long moment, then pulled back slightly to give her a soft kiss on the mouth. She smiled dreamily at her mother, then exited by the staircase.
Gail stood there a long time, her lips tingling from Jody's sweet kiss. It had been a long time since anyone had had such a powerful effect on her, but her own child had done it. Now, Gail desperately needed a few minutes on her own before she could do anything else. She quickly unfastened her pants and sat back on the couch, a hand snaking into her panties to fondle her cunt. She had been far too long without making love to a woman, and the sight of Jody's bare breasts was a real thrill, even if they belonged to her own child. The sight of her daughter's pert nipples pierced by gleaming studs, the look of ecstasy on the young girl's face -- these images would remain with Gail for a long, long time.
Gail's breath hissed through clenched teeth as she burst into a convulsive orgasm.
That afternoon after school found Jody at her dressing table, blouse and bra removed as she carefully inspected her pierced nipples. They were still exceedingly tender, yet they looked divine with the little gold studs pressed through their tips. She knew she should leave her nipples alone to let them heal, but she just couldn't keep herself from reaching up to touch them.
Even the lightest of strokes sent thrilling sensations through her breasts, making her breath catch and her eyes dart to the mirror to catch her reflection. She licked her lips, then touched both nipples again. Once again those delicious, dizzying feelings coursed through her chest, making her tremble.
Eyes closed, she spread her legs. Starting just above her knees, she let her fingernails slowly scratch a path along her inner thighs, moving steadily toward the front of her panties. In her mind's eye, she pictured the tips of her breasts ringed and chained, imagined the nipples being pulled by the rings.
Frantic with arousal, Jody slid a hand into her panties to explore her pussy, rubbing the heated flesh fiercely as her breath quickened. Within seconds she sobbed and doubled over her rubbing hand, gasping as she came.
Gail switched off the news with a flick of the remote, and both women rose from the couch. Jody kissed her mother, whispered a soft "Good night, Mom," then went to her room to prepare for bed.
She was just about to remove her top when there came a soft tapping on her door. "Come in," she called.
Her mother entered. "I just wanted to make sure you're all right," Gail said, almost apologetically. "How do the studs feel?"
"They feel fine," Jody murmured, blushing a bit as she pulled off her top to bare her breasts.
.... There is more of this story ...