I guess you could say, in an odd way, I was asking for it.
I was masturbating early one morning, around 6 or so, and while I am normally quite...ahem... "vocal," I have gotten pretty adept at cumming silently when the children are in the house. But this time, I just couldn't contain myself. I was reading an e-mail that my cyberlover, Mike, had sent me. Attached to it was a picture of him fucking his ass with a small vibrator. That just sent me over the edge. He hadn't warned me that he'd be sending it and I became instantly horny. I started touching my cunt and moaning, feeling the wetness that invariably begins whenever I receive even the most innocuous message from My Mike.
I don't know how long Danielle had been standing there. It could have been a few seconds. It could have been several minutes. But when I heard her say, in a groggy voice, "Mum, are you all right?" I nearly fell off my chair.
"Danielle, honey! What are you doing up?" I asked, trying to sound as if it was perfectly normal for me to be caught masturbating with a picture of a man fucking his asshole with a vibrator up on the computer screen.
"Are you all right?" she repeated. "I thought I heard you crying." Ah, Danielle. Although she was 18, she was quite naΓ―ve regarding sex so it was not surprising that she might confuse the throes of orgasm with crying.
"I'm fine, love. Now go back to sleep." But Danielle wasn't budging. Her eyes were looking past me at the image on my computer screen. Damn! I was normally so careful to have something innocent to ALT-TAB to in case one of the girls came into the room. But this time I was caught completely unaware.
"What is THAT?" she said, pointing at the screen, speaking in the "ohmygodi'mtotallygrossedout voice" that teenage girls seem to have invented. She moved a step forward. A gasp of recognition arose in her throat. "Oh....my....God! Is that what I think it is? Ewwwwwwww!" I was left totally speechless. I felt for an instant as if our roles had switched and that I was the naughty child caught by her parent with a hand in the cookie jar. I didn't know whether to hide the picture on the screen or leave it there. I decided on the latter. You see, I have always been very open and honest with my three girls about sexuality and I didn't want to foment any feelings that sex was dirty or wrong β the way my own parents had done when I was a young girl. I sighed, looked at Danielle and said, "Darling, I can't lie to you. I was masturbating. You remember what that is, don't you?"
Danielle clucked and laughed. "Of course, mum! My friends talk about it all the time, except they call it 'wanking' or 'jerking off'."
To hear my daughter use such coarse language shocked me and, for reasons I didn't understand at the time, also turned me on a bit. I think I may have even blushed. "Yes," I laughed nervously, "that's right." Then I began to wonder if Danielle knew a bit more than I realized. "Danielle, sit down and let's talk, sweetie, ok?" She sat quietly at my feet, cross-legged. "Now Danielle, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
"Yes, mum."
"And that includes things like masturbation and sex, ok?"
"OK."
"Let me ask you something, dear," I continued. "Have you ever masturbated?"
It was Danielle's turn to blush. After a moment looking at the floor, she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes of hers and said, "well...kind of."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well I touch my....my....thing...sometimes when I'm in bed at night."
"Your vagina, you mean?"
"Um...yeah...only I hate that word! It sounds so...scronky." I had not heard the term, "scronky" before, since it was clearly one of the new words her peers had invented to keep their parents continually in the dark about what they were saying, but used in context, the meaning of "scronky" was pretty clear.