Yes, but you see something interesting in the drawer.

[[ English is not my native language and some of the text is translated ]]

Your eyes scan across the drawer's contents - neatly folded panties, bras stacked in one corner, and there, tucked in the far corner, something catches your attention. A flash of red fabric... no, not fabric. Something glossy. Something silicone.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you hop down from the drawer's edge, landing softly on a pair of black panties. The silky material cushions your tiny form as you pick yourself up and make your way toward the red object.

As you approach, the shape becomes clearer. It's large - at your current size, it's practically the size of a log. A red silicone dildo, maybe eight or nine inches at normal scale, with a slightly curved shaft and a pronounced head. But what catches your attention is the detail: along the underside runs a visible seam that suggests a hollow urethra running through the entire length. The base flares out dramatically, forming what looks like a dog's knot - a bulbous shape designed to lock inside once inserted.

You circle around it, your tiny feet sinking slightly into the panties beneath you. On the other side of the base, you spot something else - a small vent, almost like a refill port. Lying directly next to the dildo is a small, translucent container - a synthetic cum reservoir. The tube at the base of the dildo would connect to this reservoir, allowing the toy to "ejaculate" when squeezed or when pressure builds.

Your face flushes. You had no idea your mother was interested in something like this. Then again, she was a single woman for over a decade. She had needs. You try not to think too hard about it as you examine the toy's surface - the realistic veins molded into the silicone, the slight give when you press your hand against it.

Then you hear it.

The creak of bedsprings. The rustle of sheets.