Taking advantage

“Damn i love technology.” You walk up to Sevens frozen form and reach out a hand, placing it on one firm, warm asscheek and begin contentedly groping her through the silky smooth material of her suit.

Eying up the rest of your collection there isn’t much to see, most of the pedestals sit empty.

You had only begun collecting very recently, as truthfully, you had only turned 18 very recently.

To sevens right, the pedestal standing there and just beside the kitchen, is decorated with a diorama of Rivendell. The elven town green and lush having been expertly rendered on the wall.

The table beside it, a prop in its own right, is expertly carven to resemble three leaves. Atop it is the gently curved sword Hadhafang, and the brightly shimering Evenstar pendant.

Centre stage on the pedestal, posed in a simple, serene gaze, is Arwen Undómiel from Lord of The Rings. She was your first purchase, and after an incredibly painful and long process has become a loyal ****.

To the left of Seven, still awaiting for its intended character to be delivered, sits the final decorated pedestal.

It’s diorama painting is of an incredibly long brick passage, filled with a light fog. The beige bricks are spiderwebbed with tangled vines and moss, and the occasional side passage can be seen splitting off of the path.

The table to the side of it contains three props, a tiny crystal ball, a plastic bracelet, and a red leather book.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you find you’re practically dry humping seven at this point, your impressive cock is standing at full attention, tenting the fabric of your boxers as your drooling tip creates a substantial wet spot on the fabric.

As you consider relieving your tension, you suddenly hear someone descending the stairs, and you turn to find your mother in your private space, unannounced as usual.

She’s a short woman, attractive for her age and sporting a reasonable bust and motherly hips, her hair is a dirty blonde, and her warm friendly eyes are brown.

As she approaches you don’t bother to remove your hand from Sevens rear, or to hide your arousal in any way.

As she spots the state you’re in, and the humiliating pose you’ve made Seven assume she giggles dumbly, and wiggles her eyebrows at you “ooh, very sexy.”

With your mother standing there in full view, you place your free hand on sevens other asscheek, and begin to gently rub your straining bulge against her perfect tight ass. “Need something mom?”

She smiles warmly as you enjoy your toy, and she waves you off, “oh nothing sweetie, just came down to tell you dinner will be ready in an about half an hour. You have fun.”

Before she begins to walk off, you see her nose twitch, and she smells the air, nose wrinkling soon after. “Whew, sweetheart, just because your shower is broken doesn’t mean you can’t shower at all.” She waggles a finger at you, saying firmly, “go upstairs and clean up before dinner.”

You sigh in exasperation, “Really mom? Now?” You gesture your head down at the ass you’re roughly kneading, and your throbbing nearly foot long member.

“Hmm” your mother seems thoughtful for a moment, before she gestures beside her and says “why don’t you have Arwen here give you a nice tongue bath then? Kill two birds with one stone?” Your mom then leaves you with a wink, ascending the stairs soon after.