She grabs a toy, but keeps the book open

Mary hops off the bed, feeling a spring in her step that hasn’t been there since her husband passed away. She dives under the bed and pull out the gray, unassuming crate that housed her ever growing collection of sex toys.

Before Jeff’s ****, Mary had only ever owned a single modest vibrator that she kept as a dirty secret. Jeff was a loving husband, but not a skilled one.

Looking a year into the past was like peering into another life for Mary. Before Jeff died, she never would have accepted having any of these colorful sex toys in her house, let alone for her use. The immorality of it would have filled her with righteous anger.

For most of Mary Nesbit’s life, righteousness had been her first and foremost goal. A singer in the church choir, a fierce member of the PTA, and pious mother. That was her identity. All the while, Jeff had provided the soft cushion she could return to after every crusade.

Now there was nothing. Mary looked around at a bedroom that was too empty. A bed that was too large. She could feel the shadow of grief sneaking back into her soul.

“No!” Mary said defiantly.

She fished out her newest toy, a pastel pink vibrator with a nubby head and climbed back onto the bed. With a flick of her thumb, Mary set the toy on its first setting and pulled her sweats down past her knees.

To think that she would be here, dropping her pants and shoving something so lewd up against her crotch. The pious church woman would have been horrified.

“Oh well,” Mary muttered.

She slipped the vibrator under her panties and pressed it against her clit, feeling a jolt of pleasure as the vibrations worked on her.

Before her sat the open book, it’s queer mysteries begging for a closer look. Mary usually pulled out her tablet at times like this and found a naughty video. Something to spur her on.

However, the book just seemed so damn inviting. It beckoned her to revel in its contents. The thought of running her eyes over every arcane symbol just made Mary feel so wet between her legs.

Mary rose to her knees and peered down at the book, holding the vibrator to her pussy with her right hand and running her hands along the weathered pages with her left.

Soon, Mary was bucking her hips and gushing into her panties as her mind danced across the ancient lines of the tome. Very soon, she was going to cum. Would she be able to stop after that? She sure hoped not!

With each passing second, the esoteric markings in the book seemed to make more sense to Mary. The room’s temperature began to rise and a soft, luminous pink mist formed within the air.

Mary didn’t notice these changes. Her mind focused on her ****, boiling arousal and her sensitive crotch.

And the book, of course.

Mary’s will began to slip away into the ether as the mysterious book captivated her whole being.