“Sunny that feels great,” I said as I laid in my bed in the nude. “Can you massage my breasts also. Mmmm. That's what I'm talking about.”

I felt a bead of sweat roll off the side of my forehead as I closed my eyes to immerse myself in the pleasure. I began to arch my back slightly as the contact with my breasts slowly moved down my front, past my navel and gently touched my clitoris.

“Oh, Sunny, that's the spot right there,” I moaned just before taking a deep breath.
“Rub it gently… yeah like that. Oh, baby, that's awesome.”

Suddenly the pleasure stopped. “What are you going to do with my glasses?” I asked, confused. My insides began melting away once more as one of my glasses legs began rubbing against my g-spot. “Oh, Sunny! You're so kinky today.”

“Twily! Come for breakfast!”

“I plan on it. Mmmm… just a little more,” I said as I continued to moan in ecstasy. “I'm almost there. Keep going.”

Then, I heard a voice that didn't belong.

“Twily, it's time for-” Mom shouted as she stood in the doorway. “Oh my god, Twily! What are you doing with your glasses?”

“Mom! What the fuck?!” I shouted uncharacteristically.

She continued to stand in my door frame, leaving my naked body exposed to the hallway. “Young lady, do not use that language with me,” she scolded as I scrambled to pick a sheet off the floor.

“I'm sorry,” I said as I wrapped the sheet around myself, “but I was freaking jilling off and you barged right in without knocking.”

“Twily, I called you for breakfast and you didn't answer so I wanted to make sure you were awake,” she explained.

“You still could've knocked,” I fussed.

There was an awkward pause between the two of us before Mom went back on the offensive. “Twily this is not normal.”

“What isn't normal?”

“The amount of masturbating that you've been doing.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Twily, this is the fourth time I've caught you masturbating in the last three days. The only people that masturbate that much are sexual deviants.”

I wrapped the sheet around my body tighter as Mom sat on the end of the bed. “Mom, I am not a sexual deviant. I just haven't had any type of sexual activity in the last week and a half, due to my and Sunny’s cycles.”

“It doesn't matter. It's just not normal to be touching yourself this much,” she told me.

“You've walked in on me each time I've tried getting off in the last three days. This may be more information than you want to know, but I'm horny as hell right now. I haven't orgasmed in nearly two weeks,” I complained. “I need some freakin’ privacy.”

“Twily, honey, masturbation isn't healthy for you. It just causes you to become more obsessed with sex the more you do it,” Mom said, setting her hand on my covered leg.

“Ugh,” I groaned as I rolled my eyes, “masturbation is healthy.”

“How?!”

It was with that question that I went into lecture mode. “Mom, regular masturbation helps prevent cervical infections and urinary tract infections. Plus it helps lower the risk of type-2 diabetes, reduce insomnia, and relieve pent-up stress.”

“Okay, so touching yourself keeps you healthier. Twily I just don't-I’m sorry but can you stop playing with your nipple.”

I then realized that I had been subconsciously playing with one of my nipples through the sheet as we had our talk. “Sorry, Mom. I just wish you would knock before you just come rushing in. Either that or put some locks on the doors,” I complained.

“Twily, if you need some extra privacy just tell me,” Mom said.

“Mom! I'm not going to tell you every time I'm going to try to get off! Just knock on my damn door before you come in,” I shouted. “That way I can have a chance to cover up.”

“Very well. I will try to do better.”

“Thank you.”

“I do have one question, though,” she said.

“Yes?”

“How long have you been using your glasses to masturbate with?”

“Honestly, today was the first time,” I replied with a slight blush.

Mom slowly stood up with an odd look on her face before making her way to the door. “Twily, I think we should talk more about this later,” she said quietly. “Using your fingers is one thing, as are adult toys, but to use what is made to correct your vision is just… well, there may be a problem.”

“Mom, I'm just exploring my sexuality,” I explained. “People do weird things sometimes when they in an exploratory mindset. I swear I'm not a sexual deviant.”

“Okay,” she said as she left my room. “Breakfast is on the table whenever you're ready to eat.”

“Thanks, I'll be down in a few minutes.”

Mom closed the door to return my privacy and I went back to work. I threw off the sheet I was wrapped up in and reached in my nightstand. I pulled out a bullet vibrator, the same one me and Sunny used on Princess Celestia on spring break (thoroughly cleaned, of course). I slid it down my stomach and held it against my clit as I turned the power on.

“Oh fuck yes,” I moaned as I slowly inserted it into my love canal. My toes began to curl as the pleasure flowed throughout my body. As the bullet continued to do its job, I rubbed my clit with my left hand while gently tugging my nipples with my right hand. I bit my bottom lip to try keeping the moaning down. Fuck this is going to be worth it. I thought as I brought myself closer to the impending climax...

...Until there was a knock on my door.

“Just… a minute,” I shouted as my breathing started returning to normal. I pulled the bullet out and returned it to the drawer before grabbing the sheet from the floor to cover myself up with.

“I'm never going to get off,” I groaned, “unless…”

Author's Note

It's been a while since the SciTwi Shimmer Chronicles had some, ahem, adult activities. Stay tuned, there's more to "cum".