Chapter 5: Turning the Tables

Hi, and welcome to the continuing adventures of Amie, the exhibitionist Mom, her Daughter Jill, and all their friends! Jill’s best friend Patty, and her Mom, the old-fashioned but quirky nurse; her boyfriend (on-and-off), Josh and his buddies; her friend Meg with her unusual talent; their highly-sexualized but secretive neighbor, Mrs. O’Neill; Lena, the very helpful department store clerk; and Mrs. Glassman, who drops in at the most sensitive time.

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I finally woke up refreshed an hour-and-a-half later and I had to go to the bathroom pretty bad, but I was distracted by some sounds coming from my Mom’s room. The door was ajar so I tiptoed over and peeked in. She was on her stomach, her ass banging up and down onto her hand. She was facing the door the opposite way on the bed, going so hard that the bed was squeaking, and she was talking quietly to herself again, urging herself to come. She said, “That’s it, keep going, jerk off in front of her. Come on. Let’s go. Do it soon, everybody’s waiting. Bring it off. Bring yourself off. Yeah, that’s right. Go ahead and do it, they want to see you finish. Jerk off. Jerk it off, now.” Her eyes were open and she must have noticed my movement.

She said, “Jill, is that you outside the door?”

I said, “Were you expecting someone else?”

“No Honey, but Mrs. O’Neill was just here and she just left, so I wanted to make sure she didn’t forget something and come back.”

“Well she would have gotten quite an eyeful, wouldn’t she?”

My Mom said, “Don’t get cute with me, I’m just doing the same thing you were doing earlier, correct?”

I said, “Touché, Mom. I guess Mrs. O’Neill isn’t at home doing what you’re doing, and she’d probably be pretty shocked to see you humping your hand, I guess.”

“Well,” Mom said, “you’d be wrong about that. Lorraine opened up about quite a few things that surprised me a little.”

“Really, Mom? Let’s hear!”

“Well, she said that after her husband died a few years ago she found herself looking at porn on the internet, and discovered her sexuality. And now she masturbates three times a day, sometimes more.”

“WOW! I never would believe it! She seems like such a prude!”

“Well, apparently she’s not. She told me some things that even I couldn’t picture her doing! It’s gotten me a little randy over here.”

“Like what?”

“Well, she said that she sometimes goes for a walk in a slit skirt, it looks kind of like a midi kilt.” Mom started moving her ass up and down again over her hand.

I said, “And?” Mom said, “If nobody’s around she walks around with two fingers up inside her hole, and as her legs brush against her hand as she walks, she reaches orgasm in about three minutes, she said.”

“WOW! That is so HOT! I’ve seen her in that skirt, too! You mean she might have just finished masturbating when I saw her?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying- I’ve seen her in it too, a bunch of times, and I just thought it must be her favorite skirt or something. I guess I know why now!”

She started humping down on her hand harder. She said quietly, “Yes. Umm. Okay. Here I go.”

I said, “Are you thinking about Mrs. O’Neill while you masturbate, Mom?”

“Yes, I guess I am! I can picture her walking around in that skirt, and when I’m not looking she sticks her fingers up into herself and masturbates. And when I turn around again she’s flushed from her orgasm, and I never even knew it! Ummm. Ummn. Oh yeah. That’s it, here I go.”

“Are you going to come, Mom? Are you going to finish up right now?”

“Well, Honey, I wasn’t planning on doing it right in front of you, maybe you can turn your head for a minute and I’ll finish doing it. I’m getting very close.”

Just then I noticed some movement out the window, and lo and behold, there she was! Mrs. O’Neill was walking outside her house, toward her mailbox. “MOM! You’ll never believe whose outside getting her mail, wearing a slit skirt!”

Mom jumped up, completely nude and came bounding to the window to see. She said, “Oh my god, she must be getting ready to masturbate outside in that skirt!”

“Mom, I’m going out there to see if she says anything to me- watch this!”

“Honey, don’t do anything weird!”

“Don’t worry Mom, just watch and tell me everything you see!” Before she could say anything else I went running out the door in my short skirt and yoga top with no bra, and bare feet. I walked down to the mailbox, and Mrs. O’Neill was just looking through hers.

“Oh, Hi Mrs. O’Neill!”

“Hi, Jill, are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, Ma’am, why do you ask?”

She said, “Well I saw you thrashing about on your bed, and I wondered if maybe you were ill. But then I thought it might be just some normal ‘girl troubles.’”

I said, “Oh, that. Hmmm, If I told you what I was doing I guess I’d be pretty embarrassed. I hope you won’t tell my Mother about anything you saw. I’d be mortified”

“Don’t worry, Jill, anything we say will be just between us. Now why don’t you tell me what you were doing today?” I noticed that she was holding her mail and newspaper over where her crotch would be, and her other hand was underneath. I wondered if she had slipped her fingers inside the crease of her skirt and up into her naked pussy.

“Well, I feel a little better talking to you instead of my Mom, she and I are so close and I don’t want to say anything that would make her feel differently about me. But I just broke up with my boyfriend, and I miss the things we used to do together, if you know what I mean.” She said, “I think I do, Jill, as you know I lost my husband a few years ago, and I miss him too, especially those times when we were alone. Do you know what I’m talking about?”