The pad is safe, but I put it aside for now

My panic grows as I find Mary's door wide open, her room an absolute pink mess is empty.

I've never stormed down the stairs so fast and my heart sinks as I find the box that had contained the tablet looks torn apart like the little princess was looking for something to get her grubby mitts on.

In a flurry of cushions and packaging I scramble looking for the pad, if she gets her hands on it uses her one brain cell then I'm doomed. Just as I'm about to despair I notice the glint of the golden tablet under the couch, but oddly it seems almost smaller, now just barely small enough to slip into my pocket.

Slumping down I'm relieved it seems like nothing has changed and it's still on mom's profile, which shows a counting up time for her last "sexual encounter".

I nearly jump out of my skin as plump lips connect with the back of my neck and almost drop the tablet as mommy purrs into my ear, "I must say, I'm a little hurt that your new toy takes priority over me."

"Mommy," I stammer defensively as her hands run down my chest until my head rest pressed against her sweater dress and her hands on my cock.

"Mommy is just joking," Mom purrs her fingers teasing my zipper before she pouts, "Though I wish you'd stay home from helping Donna for once."

My eye brow raises as my leg twitches, Mom's best friend had always been Donna, but I had stopped helping her at her cafe as soon as I graduated high school. Maybe helping Donna would give me a prime excuse to see what my changes have done, but dad should be home in a couple hours.