Yep; chalk it up to motivation from the two nude girls

Finally, we heard the satisfying squeak of the faucet being opened, but then there was a more metallic grind. Water came out of the hose, but it wasn’t consistent, sputtering as the pressure changed.

“Huh. Well, at least it still sprays. Let’s do a quick soak and then we can get the nooks and crannies. Who’s first?” Mrs. Norman asked.

We looked at each other. I figured there was a (slim) chance Mrs. Norman would let us go inside right after, so I suggested that Lydia go first to save her any amount of embarrassment. But between the cold water and the open, nozzleless hose, this clearly wasn’t going to be a luxury shower.

“Ahhhh, that’s so cold,” she said.

Mrs. Norman had soaked her with the full volume, not really letting her adjust to the temperature. Lydia fought to stay still as she was drenched head to toe. Next I got the same treatment. But the mud wasn’t really gone, just softer, and we would definitely still track it into the house.

Lydia gasped again as her mother changed tactics. Apparently ‘nooks and crannies’ meant that Mrs. Norman was going to do the thumb trick on the hose to get suitable pressure to spray.

“Oooo,” Lydia moaned in discomfort as Mrs. Norman sprayed her breasts, the water breaking on them and spraying everywhere in a chilly mist. It looked uncomfortable, but Lydia put up with it. Her nipples were now fully engorged, sticking out like the tops of enticing pink waterfalls. Water was running off of them erratically, as if trying to decide between breaking off her body at this erogenous zone or continuing its laminar flow down the rest of her curves. I realized I was getting aroused by my best friend and tried to focus on anything else.

As if on cue, Mrs. Norman switched to spraying me. The spray was just a little bit more intense than the soak -- that is until she got to my own breasts. Oh god. Every drop that hit a nipple made it feel like it was tightening into itself. It took my breath away. I also made an embarrassing discovery: the valve being partially broken made this a very different experience than it would have been otherwise. The pressure changed a couple of times a second, rhythmic and unpredictable, creating a sensation on my nipples that felt more at home with a vibrator in the bedroom.

Mrs. Norman moved back to Lydia once my top half was also mostly clean, and I was definitely thankful for the reprieve.

But, the top half being clean meant that it was time to start on the bottom half. “Eep!” Lydia squealed as her mother sprayed the side of her ass.

“If you would just stand still it wouldn’t take so long,” her mother scolded.

Lydia appeared to be having trouble staying still, instead squirming all over the place as she was sprayed. She groaned and yipped a few times, but I didn’t think much of it in my cold daze. I looked around the yard, seeing that the boy from earlier was now joined by the one from the sidewalk. They seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the show, looking on with smirks and ravenous eyes, especially toward Lydia’s nude, dancing form. I made a note not to look back at them again.

“Time to finish the other one,” Mrs. Norman said with a smile.

Mrs. Norman started spraying my ass, slowly making her way down my backside. Since I was getting used to the temperature, the spray actually started to feel kind of good. It was a little like a wet massage, and I did appreciate getting clean. Though, now that I thought about it, I was pretty sure I didn’t have mud much above my knees. That didn’t seem to dissuade her. She commanded me to spread my legs to get in between my calves and I obeyed, putting them about shoulder-width apart.

Then she switched to the front, starting a little above my belly button. Getting my tummy sprayed tickled, and I understood why Lydia had trouble staying still. Worse, I could feel my core tightening and my abs flexed in trepidation as the stream got closer and closer to the very sensitive spot between my legs. She was a woman; she knew better than to spray me there. Right?

“Oh! Ah!” I yelped, or perhaps moaned, before recognizing exactly what noises I was making.

I had been questioning whether Mrs. Norman was truly a monster or just a very strict mother. This ended that debate. She sprayed my clit without pomp, warning, or even really reason. Fuck, it was intense. My left leg started coming up to block the stream, but I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, so I locked it to the ground. Both of my legs vibrated slightly as the feeling was so intense that my legs spasmed minutely, something I had only experienced a few times before, and never in public like this.

My eyes glazed over, but I managed to keep looking forward. She wasn’t stopping! The torrent of water just kept coming, spraying my clit when at full pressure and dipping down the rest of my pussy when the pressure decreased. This movement meant that it felt partially like something cold and wet insistently rubbing back and forth on my pussy. I was taking quick, short breaths and I wanted something to lean onto.