"The sex shop"

Shit, did I just say that out loud??

My mother blinked.

"...what was that, sweety?" she asked with what sounded like a mix of disbelieve and denial of what she just heard. Not that I couldn't understand her, I didn't plan to say that. Heck, I didn't even actually want to go there! Thinking about it, I probably would want to go to the bookstore and browse for some new manga! But since I wasn't wearing a bra, my shirt had been rubbing my nipples the entire day, and since they were still swollen and sensitive from earlier, I was pretty horny. Also, I was a lesbian now, and I had spent my day right next to my super-milf of a stepmom. That, in turn, had apparently made my thoughts drift in that direction, and on top of that absent-minded enough that I just blurted it out. I could feel my face become hot from embarrassment, as well as probably red like a traffic light. Panicking, I raised the hand with the ring.

You think that going to the sex shop is as normal as shopping for groceries once you come of age!

A burning pain spread from my ring finger through my arm as the mental change took place, making me grit my teeth, but also helping me cool my head. And thus, allowing me to realize what I just did.

Wait, what? What the hell was that? Why did I not simply make her forget what she heard? Am I stupid?

Yeah, I am not good under stress. At least I thought of thinking "you think" and didn't accidentally kill myself performing a reality change. Oh well, not like what I did was irreversible, time for a quick-fix.

"Oh, right, you are 18 now. Sorry for my weird reaction. You were probably already looking forward to it, and I ruin it because I couldn't think of my baby as an adult. Forgive me for making this awkward, let's go."

...on the other hand, I would lie if I said I wasn't curious. Now that the situation was here already, I might as well use it.

She immediately set the blinker and turned left.

"Wait, you know where one is?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I? I mean sure, I could also order that stuff online, but that's just not the same as buying local. Not to mention that the clerk can give you advice if you are unsure about something, like for example..."

I zoned out and stopped listening. My mom using sex toys was not something I wanted to picture. Or, to be exact, my step-mom. My MILF step-mom that I now found so sexy I got horny just by looking at her. Ah, who am I kidding, I absolutely wanted to picture that. In fact, I was already doing it.

She is lying on her bed, naked and on her back, gravity making her huge breasts fall to the side. She cups them one in each hand, lifts them up, starts to fondle and massage them, she then lifts the left one up, raises her head, and starts suckling on her own nipple, while her right hand keeps playing with the other breast. She keeps this up, her soft moaning cushioned by her flesh.

She opens her mouth and lets her breast fall back down, a large hickey covering the entire areola. She then rolls a bit to the side, opens her drawer, and pulls out a large, bumpy dildo. Her thick thighs part and reveal her shaved, dripping privates. She starts to rub the dildo along her slit, again moaning softly as the bumps begin to stimulate her. Her other hand slowly wanders from her breasts, over her slightly chubby belly, down and starts massaging her clit.

After a bit, the toy is entirely coated in her love juices and she aligns the tip. Her fleshy pussylips part as it begins to slowly push inside. Inch after inch, her pussy swallows more and more of the intruder, until it is completely inside. With her flat hand, she holds it in for a while, before releasing it and letting it get pushed out again. She then grabs the base and starts moving it in and out, always pausing for a moment when it is completely inside. Steadily, she picks up the pace, and with her movement speeding up, her moaning also gradually gets louder. At some point, she reaches a cycle of basically ripping it out and ramming it back in, while her left hand is vigorously rubbing her clit, and with a loud scream, she climaxes.

The orgasm is shaking her entire body, the contracting of her pussy making the dildo fly out as her hips buck upwards. With her climax subsiding, she falls back down onto the bed, panting heavily. A while, she is simply lying there, before her breath becomes steady, her eyes close and she doses off.

"Sweety?"

"Huh? What?"

"We are there. Are you alright?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, all good. I was just thinking about something, seems like I zoned out a bit."

My mother nodded relieved.

"Okay, good to hear. Then let's go, they'll close in half an hour."

As I left the car and stood up, I immediately noticed it. Getting drenched in the rain for one hour would probably make me less wet down there than I was now. When my Mom wasn't looking, I tried to sneakily blot up some of the wetness with a tissue, but that only managed to mitigate the problem. Welp, better than nothing.

The shop we were about to enter belonged to a chain named "Dildo Queen". I actually knew that name. The brand was infamous for its provocative ads that were very intentionally on the border of what could still be considered legal. Inside, we were greeted by the cashier. It was a tall, dark-skinned woman who seemed to be in her early 30s, and whose long, wavy hair flowed down over her shoulders. But that was not what caught my attention. Instead, my eyes were glued to her clothes. She was wearing a shiny, pearl white, skin-tight latex catsuit. Like, the kind of thing you'd normally only see in porn. And holy shit, that thing left nothing to the imagination. It was basically a second skin, perfectly outlining her slender waistline, wide hips, and her DD-Cup. Why the hell was a store clerk wearing this? As an advertisement?

Actually, thinking about it, that might just be the case. That catsuit looked tailor-made and pretty expensive, seeing a hot woman model in it probably accelerated purchase decisions. Yeah, it definitely did, I already pictured my mom wearing something like that.

"Good evening. How can I help you?"

"Yes, my daughter just turned 18, so could show her around a bit and give her some advice? And whatever she picks, please don't tell her about the price."

In retrospect, I probably should've expected that after the last mental change. But why think things through when you can be horny instead? The cashier looked to my mother, then to me, and back to my mom. Good thing the three of us were the only people in the store because this wasn't awkward AT ALL. I readied myself to use the ring on the clerk.

"...ssssure, why not. If you would please follow me."

Huh, she just went with it. And did I mention that the catsuit was perfectly outlining her boobs and hips? If so, forget that I did, because holy shit, THAT ASS! The size, the shape, the hypnotic way she was swinging it while walking... When I finally managed to get control over my eyes back, I also noticed she was wearing ballet heels. How could she walk so casually with those things?

"Well then, how much sexual experience do you have?"

"W-w-w-why would that matter?" That question had caught me off guard. The clerk went to a shelf and showed me two things. One was a small, pink vibrator around the size of a big marker. The other was a black, veiny horse cock dildo, 16 inches long and as thick as a beer can.

"Ah, okay, makes sense. Then, uh, more or less nothing. And, uh, finger only." Gosh, that was embarrassing, but I understood why she needed to know that.

"Very well, then you should start with some lighter stuff. That shelf over there."

"Don't hold back, pick whatever you like!" my mom shouted from somewhere.

After our shopping spree ended, we went and ate dinner. Seriously, that had to be the most lavish birthday of my entire life. It was already past 10 pm when we finally made our way back home. Last thing for today would be to test my new toys. I wondered what Regina would...

"REGINA!"

"Hm? Who's Regina?"

"Oh, she's, uh, a, erm, er... classmate of mine. I thought I saw her over there."

"Want to stop and say hello?"

"N-no, let's just get home."

Once we arrived, I immediately sprinted to my room, kinda amazed that I managed to run with my new rack. Guess that was included in the body change.

"Have fun, sweety!" Okay, I definitely needed to tone that change down later.

As I entered my room, I found Regina leading against the wall, sitting in a puddle of her own love juices, hands buried in her crotch, her long tongue hanging out of her mouth.

"O-oh, Wingmafta," she greeted me weakly. "W-wis Wingflut if forry, pweaf rewief her"

Well someone was humbled alright. Time to give her the sweet relief she was looking for, and also time to test my new acquisitions.