AR Returns Ch50

Mary still isn’t sure how they got onto her so quickly.

But not quickly enough.

The audio pickup isn’t great, but the picture is surprisingly good. Jess and Stef have a crowded shelf of photos of their family and friends; Jess seems to like photos. Now, nestled discreetly among them, is a pet monitor camera.

Mary is not being a creep. At least, that’s what she tells herself. She’s not the one doing weird sex stuff with people half her age. Spying on Jess is not what she’s after.

Riley is away, working hard. Adella is here, not only alone with all the horny women who line up to be trained by her, but also now with Jess. Mary is not doing this to spy; she’s doing this to be sure that her daughter is not being betrayed. That’s the plan. The goal. The justification.

However, what’s happening right now is spying.

Mary stares at the screen of her laptop as Stef kneels over a nude Jess, doing what appears to Mary’s relatively untrained eye, to be butt stuff. They have a rather small-looking plug, and Jess is wiggling around and halfheartedly protesting even though this was her idea as Stef patiently, and with a little exasperation, tries to put it in her.

Not just exasperation; Stef is wearing her underwear and a tanktop, and there’s a big imprint of her erection. Mary hasn’t spent much time thinking about Stef’s penis over the years. Or Carla’s. She avoids the subject deliberately because of Riley.

Now, she finds herself looking.

Mary shakes her head and turns around on the stool in front of her vanity mirror, presenting her back to the laptop screen. Well, it looks like Adella isn’t cheating on Riley with Jess and Stef tonight, at least.

She still doesn’t turn it off. Instead, she gets to her feet and folds her arms, gazing down at the strange object beside her bed: a padded half-cylinder with several cords and holes. This is, apparently, a Sybian machine. And a quick Google reveals it to be a generous gift; these things are expensive. Of course, this was not a loving act by Stef and Jess. It was some kind of distraction or bribe, clearly.

Mary doesn’t get it. This thing is big, heavy, and costs as much as ten vibrators. What’s wrong with a vibrator?

The feed is still going on the computer. Mary still stubbornly has her back to it, but Jess lets out a long, sort of feline, mewling moan that makes Mary shift uncomfortably.

Well, it can’t hurt to see how it works. She kneels and opens the box containing all the attachments that can go on the saddle.

“Oh, jeez,” she mutters. There are ones that are obviously supposed to be for anal, and ones that are not. There are configurations that allow for both at the same time.

Face heating up, she opens the instruction booklet.