Chapter 2: Mary’s House

I had the surprise of my life when I went to Mary Duckworth’s house. She invited me for dinner (which was great) with her family (the Dad was away) and then to watch a movie afterward. The movie was the one where Dana Delaney (who reminds me a little bit of my own exhibitionist Mom) is nude a few times in it and shows her full bush!. Mary and I were on one side of the couch, her Mom in the middle holding a pillow on her lap, and Mary’s younger brother Adam and his friend Carl were on the other side.

The movie was kind of dumb but sort of sexy, and all of a sudden, to my surprise, Mary slips down off the couch and onto the floor. She pulls her shirt up (she’s not wearing a bra, so her tits are showing), shoves her hand down her bottoms and starts going at it. She is masturbating. Her Mom looks over at me, and I’m sure I’m gaping, with a shocked look on my face. Mrs. Duckworth didn’t seem fazed at all, and looked over at me with a smile. “I’m not sure if Mary mentioned it to you,” she said to me, “but we have a free pass rule over here, and Adam and Mary are allowed to masturbate whenever they want, wherever they want, as long as it doesn’t inconvenience or offend anyone else. We would rather that they give themselves pleasure than become sexually active with another person and get pregnant or even worse, married!”

She said, “Look at her go! Her hand is really moving in there isn’t it! Ha ha! Does this inconvenience or offend you, Mary? If so, speak up. Otherwise I’m sure she’ll continue until she reaches orgasm. She’s really doing it isn’t she!” Mary was ignoring this chit-chat. She sometimes looked over at her mother or me, with no expression, and didn’t stop jerking.

I said, “Yes, Mrs. Duckworth, I’ve never seen her do it before. But she looks like she’s going to come soon. That’s a pretty good rule you have here; more parents should take such an active role in their kids’ masturbation. I’m not offended by it at all, and in fact I think it’s quite exciting.” Mary glanced at me, no expression but breathing hard.

Her Mom said, “Are you going to come, Mary? You going to jerk all the way off in front of your friend? She doesn’t seem to mind, does she? I think she even wants to watch you do it. I’d like to see it too! Go ahead, Mary, come in front of us. Even your brother is watching now.” And then, amazingly, her little brother Adam stands up, pulls down his pants, and grabs his pecker, pulling up and down on it. He’s facing Mary, and Mary lifts her ass up on the floor and pulls her bottoms all the way off. Mrs. D says, “Listen Adam, and you too, Mary, I don’t want you to jerk off onto the furniture or the rug and make a mess. That’s a rule, too.”

Adam’s friend is stroking his cock through his jeans too, and it’s all I can do to strip off and put my fingers in my cunt. I’ve never seen anything like this. Mrs. D is chuckling to herself, and says, “Look at them go! They’re both going to jerk all the way off. You going to go all the way, Adam?” He just kept jerking his cock, looking over at Mom once in a while, and Mary too, and me too, no expression, just like his sister.

Mrs. D said, “What about you, Adam’s friend? I forgot your name. Do you want to take a turn? Adam, you can shoot on me if you want, these clothes are going right into the wash.” Adam walked over, still pulling on his cock and stood in front of his Mom, jerking as fast as he could. Then Adam’s friend stood up, and he pulled his cock out of his unzipped pants and started jerking too.

Adam looked over at his Mom, pointed his head over at his friend and said, “Carl.”

Mrs. D said, “You might as well come on over too, Carl. You can shoot on me as well. The more the merrier!” She was having a grand old time. “What about your friend, Mary, why don’t you ask her if she wants to masturbate too!”

Mary looked at her Mom, pointed her head over at me and said, “Jill.”

“Jill, why don’t you join the fun if you want? You’ll have to catch up- look at Mary, she looks ready to pop!”

I don’t know what possessed me, but I took down my pants and ripped off my shirt, and there I was in my bra and no pants or panties, and started making the circular motion on my mons that I always do when I masturbate. “Okay, Mrs. Duckworth, I think I’d like to masturbate as well. This has me a little worked up!”

“Thatta girl, Jill! You can strip all the way off if you’d like. We’re all friends here. Let’s see you come too!” I stood up, shucked my panties off and unhooked my bra. I started finger-fucking myself, bucking my hips back and forth. Mrs. D got into the fun and pulled her sweatshirt up over her nicely-shaped, medium-sized breasts.