Jenny was in her room reading in bed. At forty, she was still a beautiful woman. Divorced for almost ten years, she had raised her daughter by herself, and it was her daughter that now broke her concentration from her book. She dropped her book in her lap and cocked her head, listened to strange noises coming from down the hall. Jen put her book down on the night stand and walked down the hall to her daughter's bedroom door, but stopped as she realized what the noises were—Mary was masturbating.
Jen peeked through the door and stood quietly in her nightshirt, watching her daughter move her hand frantically between her legs as she whined and pleaded for her own orgasm. Jenny sighed and cleared her throat loudly, giving her young daughter a chance to recover before entering her room. Mary flipped over quickly in her bed and pulled the covers up, obviously embarrassed at having "almost" been caught.
Jen walked in and sat at the edge of her daughter's bed. Mary was a "Mini-Jen", with long blond hair like her mothers, and the same beautiful blue eyes. Her breasts, still growing, were already a 34B, and would one day match her mom's 36D.
"Trouble sleeping, dear?" asked Mom casually.
"Um, yeah."
"Come to my room for a minute," she replied, and walked out.
Mary wiped her wet fingers off on her sheets and walked down to her mom's room in her t-shirt. Her small pert breasts pushed her hard nipples through the light material, the same way her mom's did. She walked in and found her mom sitting up against the headboard playing with the TV remote.
Mary walked in and sat on the bed, but Jen patted the spot next to her, so Mary scotched over and sat next to her mom, propping the pillow behind her. It was a Friday night, and already almost midnight. Mary, although eighteen, rarely dated because she worked two jobs to help her mom pay the bills. Without a dad in the picture, finances were a bit tight each month.
"You know, it's okay to masturbate," said Jen quietly to her daughter.
"Mom!" exclaimed Mary, mortified.
"Seriously. I do almost every night myself. It helps me sleep. Sometimes more than once," she said with an evil smile.
Mary was beet-red.
Jen reached out and squeezed her hand. "Look, dear—we're two adult women living in this house together, and I think it's about time you became more comfortable living in your own home. If you need to get yourself off before you go to sleep, it's okay. I don't want you to feel like you have to sneak."
Mary shook her head, and dropped her face into her hands. "Oh my God," she said quietly, still too humiliated to look at her mom.
Jen pressed the play button on the remote and a porno movie came on. It was a solo act of a woman masturbating with a vibe, and she was very loud as she tried to get herself off.
"Mom! You watch porn?!" exclaimed her very shocked daughter.
"Oh, please." Said Jen. "Like you never do. I want you to learn to be comfortable in this house. It's your house, too, and you are too old to act like you don't need to cum. And quite frankly, I'm tired of sneaking around just as much as you are." She pulled her nightstand drawer open and pulled out a small white vibrator. "Do you use your fingers or a vibe?" she asked nonchalantly.
Mary was too stunned to speak.