It was a surprising comment from my mother. But she didn’t seem the least bit fazed by it. She didn’t seem embarrassed either. Our verbal contract of being professional was something she took seriously.
“Yeah, so I would suggest, you know, arousal first. It’s that simple.”
She waved the device again. “Nothing is that simple. Especially not with this device.”
“Good point.”
“You’re correct though. Arousal seems to be the key. But there are other problems though.”
“Like what?”
“Like I nearly snapped my wrist when I tried using this thing,” she replied. “Not literally. But this vibmax can really vibrate. I’m afraid I might hurt myself.”
“That’s because you switched it to the most powerful setting. Try a low setting first,” I suggested.
She sighed, “I need to understand the full capabilities of this device before I can give my legal opinion to the company. In order to do that…you get the idea…”
I sure did. The idea of my well-educated mother using an advanced vibrator on a high setting was a surreal thought.
“So what are you suggesting?”
Her lips tightened for a moment. “Can you help me?”
“Really?”
I felt a strange sense of uncomfortableness and a weird sense of arousal. I’m sure my mother felt the same.
She nodded. “Only for tonight. Remember, it’s for my career. I could receive a big promotion in the next few years.”
“Okay…so…how should we start.”
There was a sudden blank look on my mother’s face.
“I don’t have the slightest idea. You’re the expert, remember?”
“I guess so.”
“Well then, expert, how should we begin?” she asked in a slightly sarcastic and playful tone.
This time, I was the one with the blank look for a moment.
“I guess you should start by laying on the bed,” I finally said.
She put her hands on her hips. “You can’t be serious.”
There was a stern look on her face.
“Hey, don’t get mad at me,” I replied. “This was your idea. Unless I misunderstood something.”
There was a few seconds of awkward silence as she just stared at me with that unnecessary stern expression. Finally, she relented.
“Sorry for overreacting,” she said in a softer tone. “I’m not used to having you talk to me like this. It may be hard for you to understand.”
“Believe me, this isn’t easy for me either.”
“Then we understand each other.”
“What now?” I asked. “Looks like this is too weird for us to handle.”
“Not at all. We just need to be more mature about it.”
“I’m trying my best.”
“Turn around,” she said. “Only for a moment.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
She nodded. “I’ve always been persistent. It’s the key to my academic and career success. I never quit.”
“You’re a great role model, mom,” I joked.
She smiled, “Turn around.”
And so I did. I turned around and faced the wall. I heard the sound of clothes ruffling. I had an idea of what that sound was. But I couldn’t have been sure. It was a most unusual situation and my mother is an extremely proper woman.
Finally, the sound of clothes ruffling ended.
“You can face me again,” she said.
I turned back around to face my mother.
There she was: She stood as casual as ever. And she wore nothing but her small tshirt. Her pants & panties were removed. Her legs were bare. Her pubic hairs were on proud display.