Karen insists they be allowed to watch

Matt was torn. Yes he was going to have to get used to performing in front of audiences. And the idea that he might somehow fail while Tanya was filming him gave him a performance anxiety that wouldn't go away. But did he really want a crowd sharing his first time?

"I think--"

"If you're thinking of telling us to leave, you can forget it," Karen interrupted. "We're staying. We're every bit as much involved as you are. And Amy and I need to see what it's like. We're virgins too, you know, and we've got to learn."

"But--"

"No butts," she concluded. "Now, why don't the two of you get to work. Mom, strip off your panties. We're all going to masturbate while Matt and Mrs. Hartman do the deed. That way none of us has to be embarrassed."

That didn't seem logical to Matt. Still, while he feared Karen would hold any fumbling and miscues he managed now over him for the rest of his life, he was also comforted that she was there. She would see him spinning out of control and steer him back on track if she could. Of all the people in his life, Karen was the one who most completely had his back. So, yeah, it was right that she be there in one of the pivotal moments in his life.

He reached for Eliza and kissed her.

She melted against him, again surprising him with her passion.

He opened his eyes to see Karen making a motion with her hand. At first he thought she was telling him to jerk off which didn't make any sense, then he realized what it really was. She wanted him to unzip Eliza's dress.

He could do that.

Matt reached for the back of her dress, rested his hand on the zipper for a few seconds, just like Karen had taught him to approach breasts, then slowly tugged it down. He hoped he was showing confidence although he certainly wasn't feeling it. But Eliza didn't complain and, when he'd lowered the zipper all the way, he tugged the dress off her shoulders.

She did something with her hips and then stepped out of the dress pooled at her feet.

Matt took a moment to appreciate her body. There was a difference between girls like Amy and Karen and women like his mom and Eliza but it was hard to put a finger on exactly what defined that difference. Still, Eliza's nudity didn't embarrass her... she was a woman confident in her body despite the neglect her husband might show her. And she should be. Her breasts... implanted though they might be... stood proudly out from her body. She'd shaped her pubes into a thin landing strip. Her muscles were toned from countless hours in the gym. Her ass had filled out, giving her hips a female shape that boy-butt Amy could only dream about.

He brushed his knuckles on her cheek. "You're quite beautiful, you know."

"You've unwrapped your present," she whispered. "What are you going to do with it?"