Julie came in from work and found her mom sitting at the dining room table. "Hey mom, how was your day?" She asked from the doorway.
Teresa White looked up from the pictures in front of her and frowned. "It was going fairly well until I found these."
Julie moved closer to the table and groaned softly. Her mom had found her stash of selfies. "Mom..." she started to say and then took a deep breath. "They were for me and no one else."
Her mother looked at her and shook her head. "I can understand the pictures of yourself. Seeing how you look is part of getting a grasp on your self-esteem. What I can't understand is how you can mutilate your body."
"Uh... What?" Julie asked in confusion. Had her mom flipped completely out? Then it dawned on her. The piercings. "It was something I always wanted to do. I think they look cool and they feel awesome."
"Cool?" Her mother said and then sighed deeply. "You passed out when you had your ears pierced, for heavens sakes."
Julie had to stifle a giggle. "I sure didn't pass out this time, believe me." The sharp pain in her right nipple had turned to a throbbing tingle as the barbell went in and she hardly noticed the other nipple being pierced until it started to throb and tingle.
"I always thought you had to have your parents permission to get a tattoo or a piercing?" Teresa said quickly.
"Only if you're under eighteen and I've been eighteen for well over a year now."
"Where... when..." Teresa started to ask and then ran down.
"The where and when was a quick trip to Dallas, Lisa and I took right after high school graduation. In fact there were six of us that went." Julie replied.
"Lisa? She put you up to this right?"
Julie laughed and shook her head as she moved to the table. "Actually, it was my idea. She almost chickened out."
Teresa looked at her daughter hard and shook her head. "Ear lobes, a belly button, those I can understand but your nipples? What will happen if and when you have kids and want to breast feed?"
"Not a thing, unless junior decides to chew on the nipple. He might break a tooth if I don't take the jewelry out." Julie said with a grin as she sat down across from her mother.
For some reason that remark made Teresa smile. It was very much like her daughter to make light of serious things. "What if they had become infected?"
"They didn't. The technician explained how to keep them clean and how to avoid that," Julie said as she looked over the pictures her mom had. She smiled and sat back in her chair. Her mom didn't have all the pictures.
Teresa watched her daughter. Something wasn't right. She had missed something. "What else did you have done?" She asked softly. "A tattoo?"
"No mom, no tattoos. Although, there is one I have thought about."
"Don't you dare!" Teresa said sharply. Sharper than she meant to.
Julie frowned at her mother and then sighed. "It's my body and my life. You taught me that above all else."
Teresa sighed and sat back in her chair. "Yes, I did teach you that but I didn't mean for you to take it so literally."
"Mom, I've always had small breasts. A lot smaller than almost everyone I know. I wanted something to make them standout, shall we say. I researched piercings and even talked to some people who have them. I didn't just wander in and have it done on a whim."
"I would hope not," Teresa said and then asked, "Who do you know who has pierced nipples?"
"Maggie Johnson. She had hers done back in junior high."
"What! Did her parents know that?"
"Her mom is the one who took her to get it done." Julie replied.
"Why?" Teresa asked in confusion.
"Maggie is the only one with boobs smaller than mine that I know. Large nipples and not much else, in her case. Her mom thought it would help her self-esteem and it did. Before the piercing, she wouldn't even take her shirt off around the rest of us girls. After that, it was hard to keep a shirt on her."
Teresa opened her mouth and then closed it. She didn't know what to say. She could see the point but... Then another thought crossed her mind. "Well, why did Lisa get hers done? That girls got more breasts than I do by a mile."
Julie chuckled. "Mom, she's got three times the boobs you've got."
Teresa did a double take on her daughter. "And what do you know about my boobs, uh, breasts?"
"I've seen yours on a couple of occasions, not to mention when you wear your bikini. I wish I had inherited them."
Teresa smiled and then chuckled. "They skip a generation I think. My mother had less than you do. Your daughter will probably be blessed."
Julie made a face and then laughed. "Just my luck."
"So, why did Lisa have hers done?"
"Gilding the lily is what she said but I think it was because I was going to do it. We've always done things together. In either case, it worked out for her. She loves the feelings the jewelry causes."
"Feelings? What kind of feelings?" Teresa asked as her hands left the table and hovered for a moment before returning to the table.
Julie smiled as she saw her mother's hands move. Her mom had medium sized breasts but very long and thick nipples. Julie had gotten the nipples on a slightly smaller scale and they were super sensitive. She had often wondered if her mom's were even more sensitive.
"If I wear large balls on the barbells, they tug on the base of the nipple, which feels good. The large balls also concentrate anything rubbing across my nipples on the end, which feels super good. Small balls let's the nipple roll around more, which has a totally different feel. Not to mention, they stay hard all the time." Julie explained.
"Without a bra and under a soft silky shirt, my nipples have that itchy, tingly, feeling all the time." Julie paused and looked at her mom from under her lashes. She was trying to decide how much more to tell her.
"How, uh, itchy, tingly, are we talking about?" Her mom asked in almost a whisper.
Julie giggled. "Enough to have a small orgasm or two while on the dance floor at the club. Lisa too, if I'm not mistaken. Although in her case, it might have been the tight shorts pulled up in her crease."
Teresa's mouth dropped open. "I... uh... I... uh, yeah." She finally got out.
"Maybe you should try it," Julie said in a soft whisper.
"Uh, no!" Teresa shot back quickly. "I'm way to old for anything like this."
"Mom, you're not old. The woman who did my piercings was way older than you and she has them in places you wouldn't imagine in several lifetimes."
Something clicked and Teresa looked at her daughter hard. "And what else did you get pierced?"
"Uh... Lets not go there," Julie whispered.
Teresa's eyes flicked down to the pictures and then back up to her daughter. "These aren't all the pictures."
"No mom, they are not."
Teresa groaned and shook her head. "It's that damned Internet putting ideas in peoples heads."
"Ideas, no. Information, yes," Julie shot back.
"Did Lisa... No, that's none of my business."
"No, Lisa didn't. I did that one all on my own."
"Why?"
Julie laughed. "Lisa's clit is on the same scale as her boobs and is as sensitive as anything gets."
Teresa's mouth dropped open. "What... how..." Then she groaned and shook her head. "No. I really don't want to know."
Julie looked at her mom sharply and then giggled. "No mom, I haven't been playing with Lisa's clit. We're friends. We talk about everything." When her mom looked relieved, Julie added, "We've even talked about that. Playing with each other's clits, that is."
Teresa groaned and closed her eyes. "You didn't have to add that last."
Julie took a deep breath and whispered, "Sorry. That was a daughter, mother, cheap shot for shock value."
"It worked," Teresa whispered and opened her eyes. "Why? Why do that down there?"
Julie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. How to phrase what she wanted to say without shocking her mom was tricky. "My clit looks funny compared to others I've seen. On the Internet, mom, not personally. It sits on the end of a ridge and pokes more down than out. The hood pulls back but not easily. The piercing is high on that ridge and makes pulling the hood back a lot easier and it rolls my clit up at the same time."
Teresa frowned and looked at her daughter hard. "What has that got to do with anything?"
Julie took another deep breath. "For one, it makes masturbation much easier with a barbell in and two, with a large ring or dangly dangles, it feels so good bumping my clit when I move even the least amount."
Teresa blinked several times. Her mind was a little scrambled by her daughters open remarks about masturbation. To do it was one thing. Everyone did it whether they admitted it or not. To talk about it openly was quite another, at least in her generation. "I... uh... I." She stammered a moment later.
"Sorry mom, but you asked."
"Yeah, I did," Teresa whispered. Louder, she added, "I wasn't sure where this conversation was going to go when I started it but this wasn't one of the scenarios in my mind."
"I'm not a little girl anymore."
"So I'm finding out."
There was an extended silence and then Teresa whispered, "My, uh, clit is the same shape as yours."
Julie opened her mouth and then closed it. A moment later, she grinned and said, "I think I won't ask that question."
Her mother's eyebrows went up for a second. "Why not?"
"Shock value when none was intended for one thing and I don't want to embarrass either of us."
"That must be one heck of a question."
Julie laughed softly. "Yeah, it is."
"Then ask it," Teresa said and then groaned. "I just hope I can answer it."
Julie took a deep breath. "Ok, just don't laugh."
"No, I won't laugh if it is a serious question."
"Oh, it's serious alright," Julie said and then got cold feet. "Uh, maybe I'll just wait and find out for myself."