Discovering The Joys Of Using A Vibrator

I was 13 and hadn't been masturbating for all that long. Or at least I hadn't been doing it in such a way that I knew what I was doing. It was like my little secret. I felt like it was something so private and so naughty that there was no way I would ever bring up the fact that I was doing it. A couple of friends of mine were talking about it at a sleepover. How they had discovered exploring themselves and what it was like the first time they had an orgasm. Just the idea they were even mentioning it was embarrassing to me. I felt my face get hot and said I had no idea what they were talking about. 

This made me all the more into it when I got home the next day. I was picturing the two of them masturbating. Just the word turned me on. Masturbating. 

What I was doing was pretty plain and was based on what I'd researched by watching porn. Yes, I called it research. I knew that there were these tools that could make it better, but I had no idea how I was ever going to get my hands on one.

I've always been a natural snoop. I'd even read store receipts to see what my mom had gotten that I didn't know about. I would look at her bank statements. And I hunted my way through her closet and her dresser drawers. I pretty much knew every item of clothing that she had, though, so it wasn't all that thrilling. I did find some of my dad's things in a box. He had died when I was 7. 

One day my mom was out and I was exploring through her things. In a drawer that I had previously looked in before, I found a vibrator. It was this petite pink one. I knew what it was right away and I was absolutely shocked. This meant that my mom masturbated. I could not believe it. I could not picture my mother doing what I did. I wasn't even sure what to think.

But I was also curious. I had wondered how I was going to get my hands on one of these things and now I quite literally was holding one. This was my chance to see what it was like.

I hurried to my room and took off all of my clothes. I laid on my bed. I was already so wet that I was surprised when I touched myself. Normally, I had to get myself going before I felt like this. It took me a while, but I figured out how to turn the vibrator on. I slid it inside myself and my mouth fell open. This. Was. Wonderful. Oh my god. I was doing the things I had seen other girls do in the videos I had watched, but I stopped thinking about them. There was only me and the vibrator. I came with it inside me. I turned it off and laid there, exhausted but glowing. 

I wanted to find out what it felt like in the other ways I had seen. I turned the vibrator back on and slipped into a whole other world as I was touching it to the outer part of my pussy and to my clitoris. Porn is a wonderful teacher. 

I was so lost in my own little world that I didn't hear my mom come home. All of a sudden I heard her at my bedroom door, which was standing wide open. She called my name and asked if that was hers. I tried to grab my comforter and pull it over myself. To this day, I have never been so embarrassed. I can't remember what I said or tried to say. I don't think that anything coherent came out of my mouth. 

My mom walked away. She was going to her room to see if I had, indeed, taken her vibrator. I had left her dresser drawer open with her things obviously having been gone through. She came back and told me to get dressed. We would talk about this in the living room.

I felt like I was getting dressed for my own funeral. I don't think I've ever moved that slowly. I was so ashamed. When I got into the living room, my mom was quietly sitting there. She said first off, I should not be embarrassed about what I was doing. Everyone does it. She said obviously she does, too. What I should be embarrassed about is violating her privacy. She asked if I made a habit of going through her things. I admitted that I did. 

I ended up getting spanked. Not for masturbating, my mom was careful to emphasize, but for the violation of privacy and for my use of something so personal. I never looked through my mom's things again.

Later that day, after I had some time to myself after the spanking, my mom helped me pick a vibrator of my own from an online store. I'm grateful to my mom for helping me to realize that masturbation is not some horrible and embarrassing thing. I still count that moment as the most embarrassing of my life, even though I did get caught again. Not by my mom. But that's a different story.