A Second Masturbation

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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"Mum, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"Why were you so mad when you went into your bedroom? What was Dad doing that got you so cross?"

"Oh."

I waited. I knew what he was doing, but I wanted to talk to Mum and see if she would say something.

"He was doing something I had asked him not to do."

"What Mum? What could be so bad as to make you angry?"

"Oh, for goodness sake Melanie, he was masturbating. There. I have said it."

I was silent for a moment. I needed to gauge my words carefully.

"But what is wrong with that? I mean everyone does it, you are married, I mean you must have done it for him, I am confused, I mean I don't want to pry into your private life, but, I mean, it's normal."

"I don't do it."

"Wow, Mum, really? Gosh."

"I am not interested in that side of things anymore, my body changed, and now, no, and I had repeatedly told your Dad not to."

"Mum, er, look, I know that you said that you are not, you know, feeling that way, but that doesn't mean Dad should stop. It is natural you know, the alternatives are worse."

"What alternative?"

"Well he could go elsewhere if you don't let him, he could go to someone who will let him and I don't want you guys to split up."

"I don't want to talk about it Melanie."

"Okay Mum, sorry, I just, look, I am sorry, okay?"

I had sowed the seeds of doubt. Let's just see how it plays out. I was genuinely concerned for their relationship if she kept on at him for what was a totally natural thing, and I like my Mum and Dad together.

Mum went out to Grans grave and then to pick up some dry cleaning, so she would only be an hour. Dad was sat on the sofa watching cricket and I was sat opposite watching reels with my buds in. I knew it was naughty of me, but I had short skirt on, a tight top with an unwired bra and the skimpiest knickers I owned. My plan was to get dad all riled up and unnecessary so that he would have to go upstairs, and that he would be upstairs when Mum came home, and she would catch him at it again. By it, I meant wanking.

I had my phone facing me and I paused my reels and turned the camera on, facing Dad, it could give me a close up of his face and especially his eyes. I opened my knees a little, my skimpy knickers would be on display tightly stretched across my fanny. They are really two small, and I would never consider going out in them, too tight around my waist, and to be honest, they cut into my fanny, pressing in to my valley, my lips would wrap around them whilst I was walking, most uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable whilst I was walking, yes, but I wasn't walking, my fanny lips hadn't yet wrapped around them, yet. If I fidgeted and moved in my seat enough, they might just do that, and of course Dad would be watching. I fidgeted, all the time my eyes on my camera focussed on Dad's eyes. He was looking, Lord he was looking, his eyes almost on stalks.

But why? Dad had seen me very close up and personal. He knew exactly what I looked like, he had watched me wank, yet there he was staring at my knickers covering my fanny hoping for a better view. I will never understand men. Once I have seen a man's dick I know what it looks like, I don't need to keep seeing it. Obviously seeing it and using it are nice, and to be welcomed, but I do not need to try and keep getting extra views of it. Why do men?

Talking of dicks, I lowered the phone slightly, my camera view now of his lap, and yes, a very nicely forming bulge. I fidgeted a bit more, I could feel my knickers begin to slide between my fanny lips, Dad's bulge twitched. I smiled and then laughed as if I were reacting to something on my reels.

I tilted the phone back up, watching Dad's face once more. I swear his eyes were almost on stalks as he stared at my crotch, all the time pretending he was watching the cricket, all the time I was fidgeting in my seat, and my knickers were invading my valley more and more.

I was pretty sure that my knickers were fully inside my valley now, my fanny lips must be touching with the white silk of my underwear hidden from frontal view. They would have been buried between my buttocks too, but a rear view wasn't available for Dad, I was sitting on it. I had a thought.

I managed to knock an ear bud out and let it fall onto the chair. I knew exactly where it was, but I was about to put on a show.

"Oh bother, I have dropped a bud." I said getting up, my hand secretly grabbing the errant bud, and I turned around, my legs straight as pins, and bent over trying to find my lost ear bud, my backside facing Dad, my buttocks would clearly be on view as I bent over, as would the rear of my fanny with my knickers tightly squeezed inside and inside my buttocks.

"Ah, found it, crisis over." I said as I turned around and sat down again.

My phone once again was focussed on Dad, his face was quite red, and his bulge almost moving on its own as if it wasn't waiting for his hand.

"I think I am going to go upstairs Baby," Dad said, "would you like to, er..."

"Oh Dad, not just now, I want to watch a couple of things on here." I replied, I wanted Mum to catch him, and not catch us. Anyway, my knickers game had made my fanny a bit sore.

As soon as Dad left the room I put my phone down and readjusted my knickers. Next time I played this game I would keep a regular sized pair of knickers to change into, they could live in my handbag, and a quick swap when the coast was clear would help my fanny no end.

I killed the camera view and went back to my paused reel. I did not press go again, I wanted to wait for Mum to return, and hoped that she wasn't too long, and she wasn't. I heard the front door open and Mum walked in with the dry cleaning and she went straight upstairs to hang it in their wardrobe. I heard her walk in and I heard her gasp.

She didn't shout at Dad, well, that was progress, but she didn't stay either. So, some progress, just not enough. Mum came back down and went into the kitchen, and I heard her fill and switch on the kettle. I got up and went to join her. Sitting at the kitchen table, she would not be able to see my much too small knickers. I definitely did not want Mum to see them, that was absolutely for sure.

"Okay Mum?" I asked.

"Yes sweetheart, would you like a cup of tea, kettle is on."

"Oh, yes please Mum."

She fussed around putting a tea bag in a second mug and retrieved the milk from the fridge. Hot water poured, mugs stirred, milk added, and the tea was made. She put a mug before me and another before herself and she sat. Would she say anything I wondered.

I sipped at my tea and heard Dad come downstairs and then the TV sound turned up as he went back to his cricket. Mum watched his movements through the walls and then turned to me.

"He was doing it again when I got home."

"What?" I said, knowing full well what, and why. I tried to look concerned.

"Masturbating."

"Oh, good, it is only natural and at least he isn't doing it in secret from you, or even worse, elsewhere."

"No. I couldn't."

"Couldn't what Mum?"

"Bring myself to help."

"Oh, that is a shame, it could have helped you both."

"I don't do it, and I don't understand why you do, let alone him."

"Oh, it feels great Mum, such a rush of pleasure, perfect for when I am not with a boyfriend. I am human too Mum, I have my needs just like everyone else."

"It just seems, I don't know, wrong."

I know Gran and Gramps were devout churchgoers, perhaps they had bought Mum up in the belief that it was simply a necessity, to have babies and no more, I don't know, I never talked to them about personal things. There was not a lot of laughter at my Grandparents house before they died.

"Oh Mum, it is not wrong, did you know that the female clitoris only has one function and that is to give a woman pleasure. It serves no other purpose. Kind of has to be there for a reason don't you think? Men don't have one, all they can do is wank."

Mum looked shocked at my use of the crudity. She buried her head in her tea. I sipped at mine. More progress, at least Mum was thinking now.

In the morning Dad went out, he would be out for most of the day, playing Golf across near York, a good hour or so away. After breakfast I went back and laid on my bed, watching reels on my iPad and just wishing I had recorded dad wanking, I could play it back. Mum tapped on my door and came and sat on my bed.

"I have to ask you something," she said.

"Okay Mum, of course."

"How do you do it?"

"Do what Mum?"

"Mast... you know, masturbate."

"Oh. Okay, I wasn't expecting that question Mum."

I paused and then answered her. "Okay, well, I take my knickers off, and I rub myself. I might put my fingers inside or I might use my toy. You know, just the usual way."

"No Melanie, I don't know the usual way, I have never done it. You put your fingers inside?"

"Yes Mum, of course."

It seemed this was wanking one oh one.

"And what do you mean toy?"

I reached across into my bedside drawer and bought out my vibrator. Eight inches of plastic heaven. "This Mum."

"What on earth is that?"

I suppose that if you had never seen one, it might not be obvious. It did not look like a plastic dick, it was just an eight inch long and pointed cylinder of plastic with a built in vibrator.

"This Mum is called a vibrator. I call it Bob, short for battery operated boy. It vibrates and I hold it against my clitoris and I often slide it inside. Oh it is delicious."

She looked at me as if I were mad. "Vibrates?"

"Yes Mum, and boy it can really get me going unlike anything. Why don't you borrow it and give it a go?"

"What, I wouldn't even know where to begin."

"Well, you know, down there, on your clit, that would be a good place to start."

"What, no, I really wouldn't know how to, I have never even heard of these, never mind seen one of them."

"Mum, they sell them in Tesco, right between the tampons and the condoms."

"I just can't imagine."

I took a deep breath and dived in off the high board. "Do you want me to show you?"

She looked at me as if I had offered to kill her first born and she was quiet, I could only guess that she was looking for ways to send me back to University early.

"I couldn't ask that?" She finally said.

"You don't have to ask," I said, "I offered."

Her face had softened a little and she looked at me and then at the bedroom door as if expecting the devil himself to walk through.

"Okay," she said quietly.

I eased my knickers down and folded my skirt up, my fanny now on display.

"Where is your hair?" Mum asked.

"Oh that, I shave it off, actually I wax it

"Good grief, but why?"

"Well, it feels better, my fanny doesn't get so hot in my knickers, it is therefore much more hygienic, and it feels better when I am having sex."

She shook her head as if in disbelief. I lay back and opened my legs, Mum's eyes looking at me, I wondered if she had ever looked at her own fanny in a mirror. Probably not I decided. I look at mine all the time, I even used my camera to video it.

I turned Bob on, Mum seemed startled as the quiet hum echoed round the bedroom. I placed Bob in my valley, low down and I slid him up towards my clitoris, closing my eyes, operating purely by feel.

I could feel my labia tingle as Bob slipped past them, my clitoris hummed in anticipation and then Bob touched her and stars exploded in my head. I know I gasped, I know my back lifted, and I know I sighed.

Bob moved down, I relaxed a little, and Bob found my entrance and knocked on my door, slipping through my entry, past my opening and buzzing deep inside me, my fanny walls kissing and embracing him as his buzz pushed up inside, tickling, arousing.

I shagged myself gently with Bob and then eased him out, my fanny hole fluttering as he left. Bob walked my valley and found my nubbin of delight; a touch and I was flying again and as Bob did his magic my pressures exploded and I screamed my orgasm and slowly relaxed back and opened my eyes. Mum was staring at me.

"Oh," she said.

My chest was heaving and it took me a moment to recover from my orgasm.

"So, there we are Mum, you have seen me at my most private, something I reserve for my lovers. The pleasure is immense, I can understand why anyone would masturbate, I cannot understand why someone would not."

"I just never have."

"Look, borrow my toy and wait until you are alone, unless you want me to watch, and just have some fun. If you like it, then we can buy you one of your own."

"Er, I am not sure."

"Look, take it. I am going out tomorrow morning, you can send Dad on an errand, and have an hour to yourself. I need to go and have a wash now Mum."

I decided to have a shower, I had sweated quite a bit all over I wondered if it was having Mum watch me wank? It had been a big orgasm, and it had been a big orgasm when dad watched me. Was being watched my new thing?

In the morning I didn't say anything to Mum about the toy, I just had breakfast, talked inconsequential stuff and went into town, I was meeting some old friends at a coffee house just by the precinct.

It was a fun morning, we talked all kinds of crap, who had boyfriends, I didn't, what they were like in bed and so on, just the usual girl stuff, and then we all split up after a couple of hours, feeling that we had abused the coffee shop for long enough. I caught the bus and as it dropped me off near home it just started to rain.

I ran the last hundred yards home, just getting to the front door as the heavens opened. I burst through the door gasping, almost breathless.

"Goodness Melanie, what on Earth?"

"I started to rain as I got off the bus so I had to run the last bit before I got soaked."

"Good morning?"

"Yes Mum, how about you?"

"I need to go to the Supermarket."

"Oh?"

"Yes, sharing wouldn't be right."

Ah, right then, my vibe.

"Oh, it worked for you then?"

"Outside yes, unbelievable, inside, no not so much, painful."

"Perhaps you need some lubricant for inside, KY Jelly is supposed to be good, and tasteless, unless you buy a flavoured one. Are you going to let Dad watch you?"

"I don't know, it is very personal."

"Mum, you are married to Dad, you see each other naked, you see each other on the loo, you have had sex, there should be nothing private between you.

Before we could any further Dad came through the front door.

"Any chance of a cuppa, I'm parched," he said, "and it is absolutely chucking it down out there, I nearly got soaked just running from the car."

"Me too Dad from the bus, I literally just made it. I am going to change and sit in the lounge with my phone and listen to some podcasts."

And I am going upstairs to change into something more suitable I said to myself. In my room I quickly stripped. I had to be decent in case Mum was in the room, but also revealing if she was not. Too small knickers under my skirt and a polo top no bra. I could always excuse the bra to Mum, but not the too small knickers, she mustn't see them.

I went down and Dad was sitting in the lounge watching the cricket, God cricket matches last for ever. Mum was in the kitchen, getting everything prepared for tea. I sat down and put my buds in, on transparent mode, I needed to hear if Mum was approaching. I was opposite Dad, and I turned on my camera to watch his eyes. I parted my knees and bingo, Dad's eyes were straight at my crotch.

I could feel the air in the room on my fanny lips, I knew I was exposed. I rested one hand on my thigh, high up, accidentally moving my skirt higher. I pretended to be engrossed in a podcast, even faking a laugh every now and again. I moved in my chair a few times, each time my fanny lips would move, chewing at my knickers and with a move of my phone, I could see his bulge was back.

I smiled, oh Dad you are just so predictable. It wasn't long before he was on his feet and on his way upstairs. As soon as he left the room, I pulled my knickers out of my fanny and made myself presentable. Only just in time too, as Mum stuck her head round the door.

I looked up at her and took and ear bud out, "alright Mum?" I asked.

"I thought that your father was in here."

"He just left I assumed that he had gone into the kitchen."

"No. Okay."

She took her head back and I heard her head upstairs. I gave her a few minutes and followed, if she caught me, I would just say I was on my way to my bedroom. I didn't catch everything that was being said, I missed the beginning.

"You can maybe touch me later, but not inside," Mum said.

"Oh God Margaret," Dad gasped over the familiar sounds of a dick being wanked, was Mum doing it? I wish I could see but their room door was just a little bit too closed. Ajar enough for me to hear, but not enough to see.

"Squeeze me harder," Dad said, "yes, that's it, oh God."

"I can't keep doing it, it is tiring," Mum said.

"Stop a moment and take your knickers off," Dad said. There was a creaking of the bed and then I heard a rustling of clothes.

"My God, you've trimmed, I love it."

"I was going to shave it all off, but I wasn't brave enough, so I just trimmed it short."

"I could shave it for you if you wanted."

"Maybe."

"Can I touch?"

"Later, I want you to finish first. I'll start but you will have to finish."

There was more bed creaking and then Dad started groaning, and I heard the sound of his dick being wanked again.

"God Margaret, oh my God, yes, faster."

I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed their door a little, I needed to see in their mirror. I could just see. Mum was next to Dad on the bed, she had her skirt and knickers off, but I couldn't see her fanny because it was hidden by the way she was kneeing. Her hand was on Dad's dick and she was pumping him, his glans appearing and disappearing as she moved. Dad was laying backwards, panting and gulping in air.

Mum was slowing down, Dad took his hand and put it over Mums and began moving it fast. Mum managed to take her fingers out of Dad's fist and Dad carried on without her. Faster and faster, his glans just a blur, and then he leant back and gasped Mum's name and his dick spurted, a huge stream of spunk shot out and hit Mum's mons, dribbling down towards her fanny.

He gasped and wanked is dick a little more, spunk shooting out twice more and then he let go and his dick dropped down, dribbling a little spunk as he lay on his bed gasping, his chest heaving. Mum knelt across his legs, her backside towards me, I couldn't see her fanny.

"You can touch me, but only on the outside," she said as she took his hand and pushed it towards her fanny.

"Oh God Dan," she gasped, he must have made contact.

I crept into my bedroom, changed my knickers to a more suitable and less painful pair, and then silently went back downstairs. I could hear the occasional words and creak of the bed, but no more. I smiled, at least Mum and Dad had made contact again.

I sat in the lounge for a while listening to reels. Dad came down first to watch more of the never ending cricket. I heard Mum come down and go in the kitchen, I got up and followed her.

"You know?" Mum said as I walked in.

"Yes. I wish I could have watched."

"What? You want to watch?"

"God yes."

"What do you want to see?"