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The Form 4 is not your mother’s vibrator.But it could be!

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by thepleasurechest

Introducing: the Form 4, the latest luxury vibe from the design wizards at Jimmyjane. The Form 4′s body-safe, premium silicone shaft is strong and firm, with the perfect amount of flex for G-Spot play. It’s totally waterproof, making it ideal for the bath, and has a travel lock for going on the road. Under the hood, it’s got a big, powerful motor which delivers four different modes of vibration at five levels of intensity. Best of all, the Form 4 comes with a wireless recharging base and a three year limited warranty. This is definitely not your mother’s vibrator.

But it could be…

In honor of Mother’s Day, we’re giving a Form 4 to one lucky mom.

How to enter

Post a comment on this blog, paying tribute to the mother in your life. She could be your mom, your partner, your spouse or a friend. She could be anyone you think deserves recognition on this upcoming Mother’s Day.

On Friday, at noon PST, we’ll award the Form 4 to our favorite entry. Beats sending flowers, doesn’t it?

Now, we hate to sound like Dr. Freud, but please, “Tell us all about your mother….”

 

13 Comments

  • jenn

    My mom is my best friend but she drives me nuts. I do owe her a lot though. She helped put me through college and I managed to get the best and worst of her personality traits but it makes me me. This year though my sisters and I don’t have the money to get her what she wants. She works probably 80+ hours a week just to finish putting my sisters through school and to pay the bills and more importantly pay te mortgage on the house that we once owned but no longer do because of the economy. I love you momma!

    May 3, 2011 at 4:52 pm

  • connie

    My mom is a hand-full but I Love Her. She does her best to keep us all Happy and she is not always appreciated for her efforts. She has taught me patients and that there is a time and place for everything. And the most important thing she has taught me is
    “YOU DO NOT HAVE TO ACT LIKE A FOOL TO GET YOUR WAY, Real Women do it without complaining”

    May 3, 2011 at 5:03 pm

  • Stacy

    I am adopted. Not officially with paperwork and such, but unofficially since my siblings and I endured a lot of abuse from our biological mother as we grew up. I needed a mentor, a parental figure, a strong yet loving woman to look up to. My best friend’s mom opened up her heart and home to me, and I have gone home to her and her children for holidays since I turned 18 and could leave my own house. She works as a children’s librarian, and has raised four amazing children of her own. That she would be willing to include me in her family and invite me along to so many family events encouraged me immensely as a teenager and as a young adult searching for my place in the world. Because of her, I know what I need to do to be a good mom, and I look forward to having my own kids!

    May 3, 2011 at 5:11 pm

  • Patty W.

    My mom made the biggest mistake of her life when she married my dad, but she’s always told me she’s never regretted it because it led to me. Considering my old man’s freak-outs and alcoholism, that’s really saying something. But there was no way she was going to see me raised badly, so she made sure we got out together and stayed together.

    What my mom doesn’t talk about is the way she forewent relationships with men to focus on raising me. It’s not like she had a lot of time for love, anyway, since she was a single mother with less skills than she’d hoped to have. But more importantly, she saw the way her friends’ boyfriends and husbands treated their children from previous marriages, and she couldn’t stand the thought of choosing someone else over her daughter – or watching someone else mistreat me in the first place.

    Now that I’m a woman, on my own after losing a long-term relationship that meant so much to me, I have started to appreciate the sacrifice of that part of her womanhood. It’s not that she wanted it to work out that way; it’s not that she hadn’t tried. But I’ve found myself wishing I could somehow repay all the nights she slept alone in the hopes of keeping me safe.

    When I was in my 20s, she came to me to ask about condoms and although it was awkward, I jumped at the opportunity to keep her safe and help her seek the pleasure she’d been missing. All I really needed to know was that she had finally met someone she liked and she was going to be careful.

    A couple years later, after getting home from a vacation, my boyfriend found part of a condom wrapper in our house. He was about to accuse me of something unsavory when I remembered that my mom had stayed over while we were gone. And I was too amused to be angry when she expressed embarrassment over the evidence she’d unwittingly left behind. My boyfriend wasn’t so amused, but I couldn’t begrudge the fact that she was an adult woman. (Besides, I knew she’d sterilized the area before and afterward.)

    My mom is always bragging to anyone who will listen about me, but I brag to anyone who will listen about her. I’ve been agonizing over what to get her for Mother’s Day this year because I’d like to give her a gift she can use for years to come. It would be nice to give her something she can use to learn more about her own body, too, and I know the Form 4 will fit the bill. I love my Form 6 with all of my heart, so my needs are being met – but I think it’s high time my ma lived sexy. I hope you’ll agree with me!

    May 3, 2011 at 7:50 pm

  • Lisa M J

    my mom’s a much better person than i am…i’ve always been passionate, mercurial, spiritually-questioning, manic, creative, stubborn, impatient and vindictive and bad at holding grudges…on the other hand my mom’s been a rock. she is on my side but helps me with my bipolar ups and downs by reminding my of a calm center. if i’m up, she calms me down just by the sound of her voice. just her answering the phone makes me feel like everything’s gonna be ok…and when i’m depressed just hearing her voice telling me i am loved and valued really helps. despite our differences, i am so humbly blessed to be her daughter because she is a gift. truly. i know how i am and i know that without a mom so rooted in faith, patience and goodness, i would have gotten in trouble and been in a bad place all my life. she grounds me emotionally and keeps me rooted when all i do is feel like manic madness…her calm calms me. as an only child, my father’s shocking, unexpected death in 2006 made me see how much i am her child. i got so many things from her, and i’m proud of any aspect of her that i see in myself, my face, my ways, my actions, etc. i say this because she’s a good person with a pure heart of joy, faith and kindness so i’m just lucky some of that has rubbed off.

    May 4, 2011 at 9:54 am

  • Rebeckah

    My mother doesn’t even come close to giving herself the credit she deserves for being as strong as she is. After her breakup with my Dad she moved out of state and I followed shortly after so she wouldn’t be alone. She’s stood behind me and has always supported me in my life decisions. She’ll always give me her imput but still has given me the freedom to make my own mistakes and learn life lessons on my own. She was always the first one there to pick me up when I fell or got hurt.

    May 4, 2011 at 12:24 pm

  • me

    I really like Patty W. story, and if it’s true and she really is that close to her mom, she deserves it.
    I was never that close to my mom. There was a bigger than normal age difference between us, and she was and still is very old school. She couldn’t talk to me or my sister about anything body related. We learned about our menstral cycle through friends and school. I have a very supportive boyfriend that is trying to get me out of the ice age as he sasys so I can learn to live. I’ve learned alot since we started going out, but there is still alot out there. I do have to say your staff in Chicago is very helpful, and even tho I will probably never use some of the items there, they explain alot to get you to understand what the products do and what will enhance your sex life, So Thank You for your stores and your staff, you’re wonderful!!!!

    May 4, 2011 at 2:09 pm

  • Addy R

    I owe my mother everything in my life.

    As a child, I of course was clueless as to what it took to raise two children, negotiate their pottery and rock climbing lessons, work overtime, and always, ALWAYS have a wholesome, home-cooked meal on the table for dinner, all without the help of a husband or partner.

    I always loved my mother, but was a handful of a child, and of course didn’t appreciate her controlling ways, and of course did not understand the [blissfully] bohemian life she had built for the three of us.

    Later, I found out she had done this all almost completely broke. She worked overtime to make sure we had those damn pottery and rock climbing lessons. I remember the day we discovered she had sucked up her embarrassment over straddling the poverty line and had located a private Spanish tutor who would partly volunteer her time for weekly lessons to make sure that we grew up cultured and appreciative. She spent her free time in her favorite chair, us cuddled on her lap, reading Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women or some other beautifully prosed novel with big cups of iced tea. She plopped us on the counter with bribery bowls of ice-cream when we had to have a splinter removed from our always bare feet. She never flinched when we came home covered head-to-toe in grass stains, mud or worse. She scrubbed the floors in our house on her hands and knees, and the way her hands smelled after is one of my favorite memories. She mowed our lawn. She spread her checkbook and papers across the table to do bills, and fixed the back steps when they began to cave under years of use. She had, I now realize, this incredible tenacity and resilience that grew out of only two things: her love for us, and her desire to make our lives something incredible.

    As we grew, she taught us about pride and respect, and how to love our bodies and be proud of the things we possessed. She taught us to be individuals, and how to hold our heads high in any conversation. She FORCED etiquette upon us [it was rare someone could sneeze in our general direction without receiving a well-worded thank you note], and we became confident, capable, and conscious under her thoughtful guidance. We learned about sex through a horrifyingly descriptive goat analogy, which we all left completely red-faced. The first edition of The Joy of Sex appeared on our coffee table the next week. We figured out our lives day by day.

    As an adult, I am only now beginning to grasp the struggles and triumphs she must have experienced. I find it hard enough to balance work and a personal life, and somehow she negotiated not only these, but children, a lack of finances, and a less than stellar ex-husband simultaneously. I am truly thankful for the tools she provided me, as I credit her wholly for the majority of the positives in my life. Even my failures take on a brightness when I think of her sound advice: it takes all kinds of people to make the world go around, and all kinds of moments. If it’s a bad moment, pick yourself up, darling. The next is sure to be better.

    In essence, thanking her yearly is never enough, but thanks to my mom for all she was, is, and continues to be. And mom… I still remember my Spanish!

    May 4, 2011 at 6:05 pm

  • Chris

    My mother is both the best, and absolutely nuts. When I came out, she bought me my first strap-on, saying “I don’t know much about lesbian sex, but I think you’ll need this.” Come to think of it, that way my very first sex toy – thanks mom!! She is kind, and funny. If she weren’t my mom, we’d still totally hang out.

    May 4, 2011 at 7:51 pm

  • iranturave

    My mother has suffered through Multiple Sclorosis (MS), a terrible divorce, the loss of her home and retirement, yet she still survives and does for others. She’s the mother I’d like to be and the woman I hope I am.

    May 5, 2011 at 1:48 pm

  • Cheryl

    Well, it’s not picture perfect by any means… But she is a Mom, and she’s my mom! My mommy (escaped) left her marriage when I was 7, leaving us (my brother and I) with friends of the family. When whe tried to gain custody in an ugly court battle, they said she had abonded us. Truth of the matter is: my mom has always been there for us; thru all 4 of my baby brother’s motorcycle accidents, both of my failed marriages and all 4 births of my children. All while we lived on the west coast and she on the east. Never forgetting a birthday or holiday. Although her advice was not always solicited, it was respected, as a mother. She gave birth to me! That’s saying alot, she decided to birth me! Little ole’ me. I am by no means the perfect child, but am proud to have a mother that always kept it real. Her often repeted motto is: “The choices you make, dictates the life that you lead.” I use to hate to hear it, but now that I am almost 40, I respect the words and meaning more and more. My mom has been married almost 30 years and still is a smoking sex kitten! The only thing is she aint gettn’ none. She in all honesty, I think my mommy deserves the Form 4, for her! This would be an awesome mother’s day gift!

    May 5, 2011 at 3:03 pm

  • Zoeë D.

    I’ll begin by crediting my sense of sexual liberation and exhibitionism to my mother. Perhaps its apropos to admit that she indirectly introduced me to the vibrator- I was about 15 when I came across it, stumbling around her closet searching for a raunchy pair of Steve Madden wedges to borrow. Along with her dick-shaped mints, I snagged the vibe (don’t worry, I stuck it in the dish washer before anywhere else). She’s probably wondering where it is- especially because she’s now a single, sexy mother of two…the epitome of “50 is the new 40 which apparently is the new 30″. Anyway, I should probably write PleasureChest a kick-ass entry in order to replace her purple plastic $20 wonder that served me so well during my junior year of high school. I guess she’ll now know where it disappeared to. Nonetheless, I’ll tell you a little bit about my mother, the sex pot…

    She’s the most strong, brave, tireless woman i know- yes, another single- mom-sob-story.
    She’s the most selfless out there- those Steve Madden wedges have been in commission for years…When times are tight (which seem to be frequent) she makes sure I get a new back-to-school wardrobe before she even buys herself a shirt. She creatively recycles outfits she’s had for eons to ensure that I’m keeping up with the Jones’ in my affluent Long Island community.
    She can be a bit socially awkward, but almost always hilariously funny. I’ve seem to have inherited her sense of sarcasm as well as her impressionable laugh (which has been both quoted as “the best” by some obscure kid in my Spanish class, and as “the cause of my most garishly frightening nightmares” by some cruel entry in my high school year book).
    She’s beautiful. Although there wasn’t much boob to be passed on (I most likely took the most during breast-feeding), I’m proud to say that I managed to get her voluptuous ass out of the deal. She also passed along her canvas to paint on- our Slavic bone structure. My mom taught me my most favorite life lesson thus far- that femininity is theatrics and its fun to play pretend with your appearance. She taught me how to accentuate cheekbones, hazel irises and olive skin tones with different makeup. She led me to appreciate “matte” over “shine” before L’Oreal popularized it on the shelves of our local CVS. I knew how to blend in high school when most of the other girls color-blocked their faces like a child’s coloring book. My mom with with her Bobbi Brown eyeshadow brushes is like Gustav Klimt with his gold leaf (one of my mom’s favorite artists). She taught me how to master the entertaining masquerade of “girliness” and I love her for it.
    As a little girl, when a round brush pulled to hard, I heard, “beauty is pain, Zo”. When puberty pamphlets were stiffly passed out to the girls in my 5th grade class, I came home and heard, “play with your legs open in front of the mirror, see what you look like”. I can thank my mother for my never having to use a diaper- I mean pad- a day in my life. She was open enough to introduce me to Aunt Flo early on and gave me the confidence to securely slip a slim tampax up there at the first “spotting”. Now we’re both up to supers, but I’d say with all the recent hot-flashes, she’s borderline menopause now.
    Lastly, she is straight up neurotic. Clinically anxious- she even has our therapists on their toes. I’m thinking a Form 4 could definitely help her cum down a bit (I’m so punny).

    Please help me give my mom the beautiful gift of an orgasm for Mother’s Day! She deserves it!

    May 6, 2011 at 8:56 am

  • Pleasure Chest

    [...] This week’s contest to win a Jimmyjane Form 4 for Mother’s Day was difficult for us to judge. There were only a dozen entries, but they were each so heartfelt and candid, it felt a bit odd choosing whose mom was most deserving. So, we decided that everyone was a winner. Each of our entrants got a $10 credit to use in our online store. [...]

    May 6, 2011 at 5:33 pm