Her day

"Urgh!" Whitney let her frustrations be known while sitting in the living room watching some game show about getting fucked by dozens of gorgeous women and earning money for not blowing his load.

"What is it, sweetie?" Her mother's voice rang out from the kitchen.

"This stupid show is making me horny and I can't be used by anyone until like tonight." Whitney complained. Why'd her parents have to put the party so late anyway?

"Well, sweetie do what everyone does while they wait and just masturbate." Her mom recommended. "Oh, that's catchy."

Whitney sighed. "I guess I could. I can't wait until tonight, I can't believe it's not even noon yet." Whitney continued to complain as her hand found it's way towards her delicate folds.

Her mom looked on lovingly from the kitchen.

Just seeing her little angel pleasure herself and just freshly being the magic age of eighteen got Whitney's mom wet and excited. She knew Whitney would love her present tonight.