"It's a mold" (slut path)

"I saw that you found your mom's favourite toy."

You look out the window trying to hide the blush creeping on your face. You knew he had seen it but was hoping that would be the end of it. You didn't even use it. In the partial reflection of the window you can see him readjust his pants.

"Nothing to be worried about, she liked sharing the toys, but never liked sharing the real thing."

Confused by that statement you turn around and ask "what do you mean 'real thing'?"

"It's a mold" as he lightly taps what appears to be his leg. A sudden twitch connects all the pieces together as you see a ridiculously long and thick cock outline straining down the side of his pant leg. "Now it did come out about an inch short unfortunately, there wasn't enough material to cover it completely but it got enough to let your mom have fun while I was out of town. She had given a number to friends as gifts for bachelorette parties or ladies' nights, most assuming it had been a gag gift found from some sex shop. A few came back to her looking for a company name or a store she got it from, but she never told." Smirking to himself, he lets the image sink into your mind. Your mom's friends, pleasuring themselves with a dildo molded from the behemoth in front of you.

The lust you felt in the bedroom returns to you. You feel your new slit start to moisten, your heartbeat races, and your nipples are trying to shoot of your dress. Your new mind can't stop wondering what something that big would feel like. As nice as it was to have your fingers inside of you, something that big, stretching you, filling you up. It's all you can imagine.