"So... about the dildo..."

started your aunt coming up behind you. You tried to concentrate on finishing off the end of your day's findings in your work log, tapping furiously on the keyboard. Trying not to react to how casually your aunt brought this subject up was supremely distracting.

"Hmm?" you offered, playing nonchalant and just focusing on your laptop as she sidled up next to you at the kitchen counter.

"You saw it," she said simply. It was a known fact now yes. You flicked her a glance then shrugged.

"Yeah?" you replied, trying to click on something on the screen but missing three times first.

"Okay, I just... didn't want you to freak out or anything," she said. You frowned and gave gave her a look.

"Why would I freak out?" you asked, genuinely curious.

"I don't know. I don't know if guys are cool with these things," she began, scratching her head. "I thought maybe you found them weird or something." Perhaps she was projecting her own dislike of flesh penises onto you with fake ones. You wondered if she had forgotten about the type of research equipment you worked with.

"It's fine," you told her. "Really." You heard your aunt breathe and it sounded like she was relieved to clear the air. You saved the log and closed downed the laptop, stretching your arms out.

"Ah so you're finished," she noted. You nodded, yawning with how late it was. "Okay well... I'm about to go to bed so..." she said, trailing off. A giddy feeling started to well up in you though you endeavoured not to grin too widely. Was she down to go down on you again? You stood up, about to ask her where whatever was about to happen should happen, hoping that she might just drop down onto knees in the kitchen and suck you off. You were really loving this kitchen. "So it's okay if I use my dildo?" she said then, cutting you off from your thoughts and drying your mouth. Watching you blink at her and she felt the need to go on. "Er... while you give me your load I want to use my dildo. Fingers are nice and all, especially when they're someone else's. Uh... some other girl's. Sexy lady fingers," she added quickly. "But I ... just want something a little more... y'know. That's... you're alright with that?" Yes. Fucking hell yes. Holy fucking yes.

"Sure," you shrugged, all whatever.

"Alright, c'mon," she finished, motioning for you to follow as she walked to her bedroom. Holy shit fucking hell yes.