Diana and her own person
Diana parked her Tesla in the garage, fetched her gym bag, and entered the house through the door connected to the kitchen. She set down her bag and called for her daughter Tamaryn. She assumed Tamaryn was home because her Camry was parked outside. The car had been her daughter's, a gift from Diana and her husband David, when she got the Tesla.
Diana suspected Tamaryn was in her room with her AirPods on, so she climbed the stairs and knocked on her door. What she saw was surprising: Tamaryn, wearing just a micro thong, shaking her body in front of her phone camera.
"Mom, what's going on? I'm gonna have to do it all over again now."
"Do over what? You're filming yourself topless and dancing. You don't need to do anything, what you need to explain is what you're doing and why."
"Mom, this is just a strip tease video. I remove my thong at the end. It's what girls at the sorority like to do. We only share them with each other for fun."
"You're kidding, right? This could cause big problems."
"Mom, it's not like it's porn. I'm not having sex on camera, it's just me dancing around naked. It's fun and sexy. Most of the girls at the house have made at least one of these. Want to see one?"
"No, thanks. I'd rather not see a bunch of girls naked and dancing."
"Mom, please watch this one. You already saw part of it."
Tamaryn hit play on her phone, and the video began. At first, Tamaryn was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, walking towards the camera and blowing a kiss. Then the music started, and she started to dance. At first, she wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, but as the next song played, she started pulling up her shirt. The third song began and she removed her shorts, revealing some of her labial lips. She quickly covered herself back up and turned around to show her ass. She wiggled it a few times, then the sound of Diana interrupting could be heard.
"See how it's not a big deal, mom? They're only three songs long, like being in a club. You just wave or kiss the camera, and it ends."
"I'm not sure what kind of clubs you've been to, but this isn't the kind I'd want to attend. Delete that video, and I never want to see anything like it again."
As Tamaryn deleted the video with Diana watching, her mother thought to herself, "It isn't a big deal. Maybe I'm just old-fashioned, but that seemed like a big deal. But my daughter seemed so relaxed and happy about it. Then, she wondered if she could try a video like that and see how she would look. She could do it in private, nobody would need to see."
Diana went to her room and cleared her gym bag. The last item she took out was her phone, the same make and model as Tamaryn's. Diana pondered her own appearance in such a video. Although she kept in shape, she wasn't especially thin or fat. Her husband David often referred to her as "perfectly balanced."
Diana sat her camera on her dresser, aimed it at herself, and hit the record button. She chose an 80s station on Alexa and started dancing to the music. It felt odd, and she didn't feel confident like Tamaryn had, but she had a thought: "Why not?" She could try it out, knowing nobody would ever have to see it.
The music played on, and Diana reached under her shirt, taking it off. Now she was in only her sports bra and shorts. This actually empowered her. If she could get this far, she realized she could keep going. It wasn't smooth, but she managed to pull the sports bra over her head, exposing her breasts. Diana couldn't help but notice how erect her nipples had become. Self-conscious about that, she tried to press them down to relax them, but it had the opposite effect—it aroused her. Tempo never stopped her before, so she slowly slid off her shorts, taking her panties with them. Exposed to the world, she swayed a few more times, shook her ass to the camera, then turned it off. Tamaryn had told her three songs; she'd made it through only two, but the adrenaline rush and sexual excitement couldn't be denied.
Dazed, Diana looked around her house. What had she just done? In a span of 5-6 minutes, she'd transformed from a critical, judgmental mother into an active participant. She had to see how it looked. She sat on her bed and pushed play. The screen filled with her image, fully dressed. Slowly, the scene unfolded as she sat there, completely naked and staring at her phone. Her hand drifted to her pussy. As the stripper on the phone continued her performance, Diana started masturbating, working her clit and vagina frantically. As her own naked body showed on the screen, she came hard.
She'd just masturbated to a hot, beautiful woman doing a strip tease. She'd just masturbated to herself. Wow, she thought, that was spectacular.
Unsure of what to make of the whole situation, she took a shower and changed her clothes. Throughout the day, she found herself thinking about that morning, not the striptease but the orgasm she'd experienced. Feeling daring, she played the video one more time before her husband got home. Her hand was back in her pants, rubbing her clit as she watched herself again. A smaller orgasm this time, but no less enjoyable. Maybe Tamaryn and her friends had something going for them.
For the next few weeks, Diana continued to privately enjoy her personal video but realized she could take it further. This time, she would share it with David, and it had to be amazing. In their early marriage, she had allowed him to take a few nude polaroid photos, but they were low-quality, and she wasn't even sure if they still existed. One was of her laying back on the bed with her feet on the floor. Parts of her breasts and pussy were visible, but not her face. Another was of David's cock in her mouth, showing some of her side face, but not her eyes. The last was of their lower bellies and pussies, but more of him than her.
This time, though, she was going to follow Tamaryn's guidelines. No holding back. She selected a 80's theme, using three songs by Madonna as inspiration. She wore white lace ankle socks with white pumps, a denim miniskirt, and a sleeveless white shirt with a ribbon in the middle. She even discovered that she'd never worn these shoes before, so now was the perfect time. For a full 80's theme, she let her bush grow out more than usual and trimmed it into a perfect triangle. A landing strip was David's favorite, but this time, Diana stayed on theme. She blew out and teased her shoulder-length light brown hair, using plenty of hairspray to keep it in place.
She set the camera on the dresser, turned up the lights, and turned on the songs. She stared at the camera and blew a kiss, then walked backward into the spotlight to showtime.
She danced seductively to the first song, just teasing what was to come. She rubbed her bare legs, cupped her boobs, and reached under her skirt. During the second song, she removed her shirt and walked to the camera. She wanted them to see as much as possible. Her nipples were as hard as they had been during her first performance, so this time she stuck out her tongue and slowly licked each one. Just as the last song, Material Girl, started, she dropped her skirt and bent over, feeling the air on her pussy lips as she wiggled her ass towards the camera. Before standing back up, she reached back and ran her fingers from her ass to her pussy lips, lingering just long enough to watch her finger slide inside.
Diana got up from her chair and climbed onto her bed. During the last part of the music, she deviated from the script. Only wearing her white lace socks and heels, she lifted her knees and showed the camera a clear view of her recently groomed pussy. She played with the hairs for a while, hoping to catch some reflections of light on them from her juices. She then parted her lips with one hand, exposing her pink insides to the camera and using the other hand, her right thumb to stimulate her swollen clit while her fingers manipulated her vagina. As she had hoped, her orgasm came just as the song was ending. With the room now silent, she took a deep breath, walked over to the camera, blew it a kiss, and shut it off.
The days leading up to the weekend felt like an eternity. Tamaryn would be staying at the sorority house, and Diana had plans to show David the video. She had only seen the beginning and end of the video to confirm that it recorded well.
After dinner, they looked at photographs from their youth.
"David, do you remember those nude photos we took twenty years ago?"
"Of course! I still cherish them. I keep them handy and sometimes... you know... use them. You were always so hot, even now. Want to take more?"
"We'll see what the evening holds. I don't think we need to do that."
After finishing their meal, they both retreated to their respective rooms. Diana quickly took a bath while David went to take one as well.
Once he returned, she brought up the childhood pictures again.
"David, do you recall those old naked photos we took two decades ago?"
"Do I remember? Of course! I've cherished them for a lifetime! Even use them... you know. You were so sexy back then, and still are! Do you want to take some more?"
"Let's just watch TV and see what tonight brings, I don't think we'll need to do that."
As the TV screen filled up with Diana's image, David looked at her curiously but said nothing. As the music played and Diana seductively swayed on screen, his penis began to engorge. Diana herself was just as transfixed by the video.
She noticed that when the second tune started and her breasts came into full view, David was gently touching himself. Diana was equally captivated, and she began to lightly massage her clitoris. They both watched as their budding attraction played out on the big screen.
Diana got on her knees and silently crawled over to David. He still watched the video on the TV, but she removed his hand and took his penis into her mouth. As she lent her tongue to his penis, she could tell he wouldn't last long, but she didn't mind. Her other hand played with her vagina.
As the video showed her open her lips to embrace the camera, David climaxed into her mouth. Diana gulped down as much as she could, the rest falling onto the floor. She didn't mind, her gaze refused to move from the TV.
A renewed excitement took hold of Diana. She acrobatically imitated the position she had held in the photo dozens of years ago, lying on the bed with her legs dangling, her breasts pushed up by her hands. David walked over to her. They were both far from recovered.
"I don’t care, just rub my pussy. Rub it forcefully."
She realized this was a bit extreme. She's never used that word, in public or in private, but she was craving to reach orgasm again and in a big way.
"I don't care, just rub my pussy. Rub it forcefully," Diana asked.
He started to gently play with her, but it wasn't enough. She pressed into her husband's hand, pushed her other hand down to her clit, and screamed for him to rub harder.
She watched herself cumming on the TV display as her own orgasm approached. David had now inserted two fingers into her, her palm was rubbing her outdoors lip, and she was still working on her clit. Right when her muscles contracted hard against his inserted fingers, squeezing them tightly, she moved her fingers from her clit to her mouth, catching her own juices that dripped between her cheeks. She trembled uncontrollably.
Diana was finished. Everything that she had imagined the video to be came true. She could only utter, "Play it again. I want to have sex to it."
David just grinned.
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