Masturbate again, using different techniques and toys

Luke, still panting from his first orgasm, looked around the room, his eyes landing on his mother's wardrobe. A wicked smile played on his lips as he stood up, his body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of pleasure. He walked over to the wardrobe, his hips swaying gently with each step, and opened the doors, revealing his mother's extensive collection of clothes and accessories.

He rummaged through the drawers, his fingers brushing against soft fabrics and delicate lace, until he found what he was looking for. Nestled in the back of the drawer, hidden beneath a pile of silk scarves, was a sleek, black dildo. It was larger than he expected, with a slight curve and a textured shaft designed to hit all the right spots.

Luke pulled it out, feeling the weight of it in his hand. He could feel the anticipation building, the excitement of trying something new, something taboo. He turned back to the bed, his heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and desire.

He lay back on the bed, propping himself up against the pillows, his legs spread wide. He ran his hands over his body, cupping his breasts, pinching his nipples, feeling the soft, smooth skin of his stomach and thighs. He could feel the wetness between his legs, the slick, hot desire that was already building again.

He turned on the dildo, the soft hum of the vibrations filling the room. He touched it to his clit, gasping at the intense sensation. He rubbed it in slow, gentle circles, feeling the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his belly. He slid the dildo lower, tracing the outer lips of his pussy, feeling the slick, wet heat of his arousal.

He spread his lips with one hand, revealing the delicate inner folds, the glistening wetness of his entrance. He slid the dildo inside, gasping at the sudden fullness, the stretch and burn of the large toy. He moved it in and out, slowly at first, then faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, the heat spreading through his body. He changed the angle of the dildo, hitting a spot deep inside that made him cry out, his body convulsing with pleasure. He could feel the waves of ecstasy crashing over him, the intense, all-consuming sensation that left him gasping for breath.

He pulled the dildo out, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. But he wasn't done yet. He wanted more, needed more. He flipped onto his hands and knees, his ass in the air, his head pressed against the pillows. He reached back, sliding the dildo into his pussy from behind, feeling the deep, intense pleasure of the new angle.

He fucked himself hard and fast, his hips bucking against the toy, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the pleasure building again, the tension coiling, the heat spreading. He reached down, rubbing his clit in tight, quick circles, his body shaking with the intensity of the sensation.

He came again, his body convulsing, his pussy clenching around the dildo, his mind blanking out in a wave of pure, white-hot pleasure. He collapsed onto the bed, his body limp and sated, the dildo still buried deep inside him.

He lay there for a moment, catching his breath, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Then, with a wicked smile, he pulled the dildo out, turned it off, and set it aside. He wasn't done yet. He wanted to explore every inch of his mother's body, every secret desire, every hidden pleasure. And he knew exactly what he wanted to do next.

{What do you do next, Luke (as Amanda)?}

Option 1 - Explore more of Amanda's wardrobe, trying on different outfits and lingerie.

Option 2 - Masturbate again, this time focusing on anal play.

Option 3 - Roleplay as your mother, acting out a fantasy scenario.