When they arrived home after a morning of shopping together, Nicole walked into her mother's room to drop off a bag of clothes as her mom finished unpacking some groceries.
But when she put the bag down, she noticed something in the slightly open drawer next to mom's bed. She had an idea of what it was, but she wanted to be sure. So she opened the drawer to reveal a flesh colored vibrator laying on top of a small towel. Her curiosity got the better of her and so she picked it up and examined it for a moment, surprised by the fact that her mother owned such a thing.
"Nicole?" she heard her mother say behind her.
She suddenly threw the vibrator back onto the towel, slammed the drawer shut, and twirled around to see her mother standing at the doorway with a stunned expression on her face. There was an awkward silence as both of them realized what a painfully awkward moment this was.
"Well, you obviously saw something that you weren't supposed to," Jennifer said, feeling humiliated that her daughter discovered the sex toy.
"Mom... there's nothing to feel embarrassed about," Nicole replied, trying to ease the tension. "Lots of women own these nowadays. It's perfectly normal."
"Oh cut it out, I see that look on your face. You're just trying to be nice because you know how embarrassing this is for me."
"I guess that's part of it. I'm also surprised that you would own something like this. You don't seem like the type of person who would just walk into a sex shop and buy one of these things."
Jennifer sighed, "A few weeks after you left for your first semester of college, a friend of mine gave it to me as a joke. We all had a good laugh and I took it knowing that I would throw it out eventually."
"That was several months ago," Nicole said with a slight smile. "Yet, this thing is still here. So, have you..."
"Are you asking if I've used it?"
"Well, have you?"
"None of your business," Jennifer replied, trying to regain her power status as a mother.
"Oh, come on. I think I'm old enough where we can discuss these things like adults, right?"
Jennifer pursed her lips and tensed. "I suppose. All women have their needs. Yes, I've used it when I was lonely. You can figure out the rest and why it's next to my bed right now."
"Okay, now that sounds just like you," Nicole joked, making both of them laugh.
With the mood in the room lightening up, Jennifer became curious as well. Curious about her own daughter, and she just had to ask.
"Since you know so much about this and think it's so casual, is it safe to assume that you've actually used one before?"
"No, I haven't," Nicole answered. "It's the first time I've ever even touched it."
"Oh, really?"
A sly grin flashed across Nicole's lips. "Why? Do I seem like the type of girl who would use a vibrator?"
The phone suddenly rang, and when Jennifer saw the caller ID of her office colleague, their taboo conversation came to an end.
***
The rest of the day had that slight feeling of awkwardness for both women. They prepared dinner and ate as usual. They even talked about some of their usual topics. But the odd tension from Nicole discovering her mom's vibrator still lingered. Jennifer wanted to forget about it completely, while Nicole still wanted to know more.
When Jennifer went to bed that night, she couldn't help but think about that conversation with her daughter. In some ways, she felt even worse about it because it finally sunk in that her daughter would always remember that she owned a sex toy.
Even worse, she couldn't believe that she ended that conversation with her asking her daughter if she had ever used a vibrator before. To her, that was probably even worse than getting caught in the first place. She had no idea how those words even came out of her mouth to begin with. All she knew was that tomorrow was another day and she firmly decided that she needed to talk to her daughter about it once again to clear the air.
***
The next afternoon, Jennifer closed her bathroom door and disrobed. She then turned the faucet in the tub to prepare for her usual weekend bath; her favorite way to de-stress and unwind. She ran her hand through the warm water and bubbles to make sure the temperature was perfect. The sit-down she planned to have with her daughter had to wait because Nicole had gone out with some friends earlier.
The water was where it needed to be and was at the right temperature, so Jennifer turned off the water, leaving her bathroom in complete silence before she would get in the tub.
Then, she heard it. There was a faint sound coming from the other room. She pressed her ear against the door to hear something buzzing. It was a sound she knew all too well as it comforted her on many nights. It was her vibrator!
She knew that it had to have been her daughter, and that Nicole had come home while the bath was filling and had assumed that she wouldn't have been able to hear the sex toy in action. In that moment of realization, Jennifer didn't know how to react or what to feel. Her mind was in a frenzy of trying to decide whether to just get in the bath and pretend she didn't know what was going on, or even worse, have a look.
Jennifer had wanted a mother/daughter discussion on this issue, so what better time than now? She knew that her daughter was fascinated by her vibrator as she had never even touched one before, so she assumed Nicole had just wanted to see how it worked. The time felt right for her to initiate their talk. And with Jennifer's robe put back on, she gently turned the knob on the door and slowly opened it. She expected to see her daughter curiously looking at the vibrating object. But when Jennifer got her first glimpse of her daughter, she was in for a serious shock.
***
Nicole was completely unaware as her mother now looked on. She was still dressed in her jean pants and t-shirt from having just arrived home. Her pants were unzipped and pulled down, along with her panties, as she rubbed her mother's vibrator against her throbbing clitoris. It was the first time she had ever experienced such an odd, dazzling sensation despite already having her fair share of sexual partners at that tender age.
Jennifer remained silent as she peeked through the small opening of the door. She felt nervous and her heart raced. Her hands slightly started to shake as well. But it was now or never. Jennifer wanted an open dialogue about this with her daughter. She didn't know why, other than she didn't want secrets or tension to exist between them. Perhaps it would even bring them closer together in a maternal sense.
"Fun... isn't it?" Jennifer asked as she opened the door fully and stood there in her silk bathrobe.
"MOM!!!" her daughter yelled back, as she quickly put the vibrator away and pulled her pants back up. "Oh god! I thought you were in the bath! I'm so sorry... I can't believe this is happening right now."
Nicole's face nearly turned beet red and her body clenched uptight. With the vibrator on the table, she quickly worked to zip her pants and fix her clothes.
"Calm down, I'm not mad. But I do think we should talk about all of this. Have a seat."
