My Mother's Toy

My parents were very open about sex and sexuality. They didn't flaunt it around the home and they definitely were not nudists but it was a common site that they both would walk around the house in their underwear at any time of day or night. So it's probably no surprise that at a young age my mom and dad not only explained the biology of sex but also the mechanics of sex using illustrations from a few books to demonstrate. I don't think I really understood it all because there was no real continuity at that time to what they were talking about.

By the time I was in high school, I had been masturbating for several years and was really becoming quite "boy crazy". It seems like my panties were always drenched and at times I couldn't rub my clit hard and/or fast enough to satiate the intensity of my arousal. I was quite miserable.

On one occasion I had frantically raced home from school to change into my practice clothes for soccer. In my haste I tore through the house looking for a hair tie and quickly found myself in my parents' bedroom in front of my mother's vanity. I hunted through the drawers shoveling through more makeup than any woman should be allowed to have when I was suddenly stopped dead in my tracks! There in front of me, in the last bottom drawer, I came face to face with my mom's penis shaped vibrator. I knew exactly what it was but had never thought that my mother owned one. I shook off the shock, slammed the drawer closed and left the room. All during practice I couldn't stop thinking about it! I remember thinking... "God, I wonder what that thing feels like?" By the time I arrived home I was so aroused by the fantasy of using a vibrator that I couldn't wait to jump into the shower and masturbate! I prayed the noise of the exhaust fan and shower drowned out the noise i made as I orgasmed. Even after that, I still went through the evening turned on.

Some days later, I found myself home alone as my parents were out for dinner. I don't think it took very long for me to realize that I had an opportunity to sneak into my parents' room for a better look at mom's play toy. I was soon standing in front of her vanity examining her vibrator. It seemed big to me at the time but I really didn't have any point of reference. I had only occasionally caught glimpses of my dad's penis when he sometimes walked around with a towel and I would momentarily get flashed. In my own memory it was probably only about 6" long and 3/4" wide. I held it in the palm of my hand and felt the texture and shape of the raised head as I turned it on and measured the intensity of the vibration. I was excited and nervous as I set it on the bed and unbottoned my pants. I kicked my shoes off, slid my jeans off of my ankles and layed back on my parents bed. Of course I was already wet which made the smooth surface of the penis slide easily across my clit and vaginal entrance. With an effortless "click" it came to life and started to buzz. As I held it to my clit it sent bolts of electricity from my pussy to the back of my neck and I struggled to adjust the intensity down. I don't remember how long I actually laid there vibing away. I just know that I was in my own world of newly discovered pleasure and episodes of near-orgasms. Eventually the nervousness of penetrating myself subsided and I slowly worked the tip into my vagina. At that point in time I hadn't had anything larger than a tampon and my own or a boyfriend's finger inside me. 

I worked the toy gently inside but it was uncomfortable and I pulled it out. It was then I had an epiphany as to why there was a tube of lubricant in the same drawer that housed the vibrator. After quickly retrieving the lube I coated the vibrator and applied some to my now aching pussy. It slowly slid in with ease this time and I held it in place as I was caught up in otherworldly sensations. The more comfortable I got the more I would attempt to manipulate the toy. I'll just admit it. I pretty much ended up just flat out fucking myself with the thing!!

After I orgasmed, I realized that I had made a sizable wet spot on my parents bed and panicked at the thought of my embarrassment should they had come home. After pulling my pants on I washed and dried the vibrator and placed it and the lubricant in the drawer. With a little help, the wet spot dried before my parents came home and a slight white-ish ring was only noticeable if you were looking right at it!

This was only the first of many times I would use mom's toy while they were out. I was however smart enough that I would take it to my own bed so as not to worry about a wet spot! I don't remember how long this went on but it stopped one day when, after my parents had left, I walked into their bedroom and pulled the drawer open to find the vibrator GONE!

To this day I don't know if the vibrator had gotten moved because my mom suspected I was using it or if it had finally gotten tired from working double time on the two of us and gotten simply thrown away. It would be many years later before I would use another.