(Time Skip) Later, back at the mansion...

"Wow, that was surprisingly exhausting!" You exclaim as you plop down on the couch at home. Despite spending just as much time and effort today as you, if not more, Mom immediately got busy tidying things up rather than relax as you have done. "Mom! There is absolutely no need to worry about cleaning up and stuff right now. Our new "staff" will be here tomorrow and they can take care of things like that from now on. You don't need to worry about cleaning or cooking or any of that ever again, Mom. It's finally your time to relax. Take it." You try to encourage her to rest, but you can see she is still hesitant.

"I don't know, I'm still skeptical that this will all be so easy and work out exactly as we want it to right out the gate." She furrows her brow a bit and continues. "It may take some time before they get acquainted enough in their new roles to effectively do things right. Even with this "training" they get, there is still things specific to us and our house they will have to learn."

Mom has a point, but you decide not to worry about that right now and to just take things one step at a time. "Ya, you may be right. We won't know until they get delivered tomorrow and we can try them out and see for ourselves." Even though you're tired, you rock forward and go to stand up. "And on that note, I think it's time to hit the sack and see what tomorrow brings. Mom!" You change tone very quickly and she jumps a little as she is startled. "Quit cleaning! At least leave what little mess there is and see if they can clean it up right tomorrow or not before you assume they can't."

Mom relaxes her body and resigns herself to momentary defeat. "I guess you've got a point. Ok Hon, why don't you head to bed, I'm gonna head there myself then. Today was a long day and tomorrow will be as well." She starts gathering up what she needs to take with her to the bedroom as you nod your head in agreement as you let out a big yawn.

Heading to your bedroom, it doesn't take you long to be stripped down and you hop in the shower. You let the water run down to, enjoying the sensation of it as you start to clean yourself. When you reach your dick, you realize that you have a pretty serious semi-chubby, probably residually left from your time shopping earlier.... Oh well, regardless of what has caused it, it is there and you decide to take care of it.

You stroke it slowly at first, fluffing it up to get it the rest of the way hard. Using some soap, you lather it up, creating a nice, slick lubricant. Thinking about everything you saw today and about everything you are hoping to do tomorrow, it doesn't take long before you feel the warm sensation start at first in your balls, but then works it's way up your shaft until reaching your tip. Like a geyser, cum erupts from your dick, spraying all over the shower wall like a messy Picasso. You feel satisfied.... for now and so you clean up your mess and finish up your shower.

You dry off and don your night wear of choice before heading towards your Mom's room to say goodnight before you lay down. As you get closer, you notice that her door is shut and that you can hear some sounds, but that you can't quite make out at first what they are. Eventually you get close enough to make out what the sounds are; they are sounds of Mom moaning pleasurably.

You finish walking up and put your ear to the door to try and confirm what you are hearing and that she is alright. After a few short moments, it's abundantly clear that she is enjoying whatever it is that she is doing in there. A smirk crosses your face as you realize she's just doing the same thing that you were doing not all that long ago... You simultaneously knock and endearingly say, "Mom, are you alright in there?"

"Yes! God yes!" You hear come from inside her locked room. You honestly wonder if she's talking to you or not, but decide to leave it at that. A big smile crosses your face and you shake your head a little as you turn to walk away. It may be your imagination, but it sounds like her moans got louder after hearing you knock. Oh well, you don't stick around to find out and head back to your bedroom and lay down for the night.

The next morning you are shocked to be woken out of a dead sleep to the sound of your doorbell ringing incessantly and someone pounding on your front door like they are the police. You spring out of bed and check the time, seeing that it's barely after 6 and that the sun was just starting to come up over the horizon outside. You head to the front door, but pause to peep out a window in order to try to get an idea about who the fuck was dragging your ass out of bed so early in the morning.

Your mood immediately shifts from Scrooge to like a kid on Christmas morning. "It's them! They're already here!" You basically shout in excitement.

Mom comes around the corner, holding her robe closed with one hand, while rubbing her eyes with the other. "Who is here? What is going on?" She sounded half asleep (or more) still and a bit confused.

You rush to the door like you can't open it fast enough. "It's Real Dreams! It's our Characters Mom! They're already here! It's them!" You start to run circles around yourself, repeating some of the same phrases in your excitement. You fling the door open and wave the deliver guys in. There is only 2 guys, so it takes several trips with a couple of dollies to bring everything in. After the last of it is brought in, and seemingly a billion signatures later, the delivery drivers tip their hats and go to leave.

"Wait. Do you want a tip or something?" You ask them before they get to far away."

One of them responds, "Well that's up to you Sir. Ma'am." He nods at Mom as he says this. Looking back at you he continues, "Our policy is tips aren't expected, but they are appreciated!" He says this with a smile and seemingly genuine to his words.

"Oh well hell, I can't let you leave empty handed after delivering all this merchandise. Give me a minute." You turn and sprint back to your room and grab your wallet. All you have is a couple hundos and a few ones. "Hundos it is," you say as you pull 2, one hundred dollar bills out and put the rest back. You hurry back to the front and hand 1 to each of the delivery men.

Their eyes light up bright and you can definitely tell that you just made their day. "Thank you Sir. Thank you Ma'am. Thank you. Thank you." The 2 thank you profusely as you walk them out and close the door behind them. You turn to see Mom carefully trying to peek into the boxes and packaging without disturbing it. She looks cute, like a kid on Christmas trying to investigate the presents under the tree without leaving any evidence that they had been tampered with.

You laugh a little and walk over towards her. "Well, what do you think? Where should we begin?" You ask out loud semi-rhetorically. You start to feel yourself getting physically aroused thinking about the things to come.

As you get closer, you notice that Mom has a massive erection causing her robe to stick out a bit in front of her like a circus tent. "As I keep saying, Son, it's up to you. The world is your oyster and I'm just thankful to be along for the ride." She turns towards you, causing her boner to almost point at you from underneath the robe. She realizes this and turns back to the side some and puts her hands down in front of her pecker, but not necessarily touching her clothes, almost as if to "block" it. "Hehe sorry. I gotta be careful where I aim this thing." Mom busts up laughing at her joke.

You laugh along with her for a few moments before remembering the task at hand. "Ok. Let's see, the first one we should open and set up is...."