Look, it's not every day that you get the chance to try out a thousand-dollar sex toy, now is it? Considering my employment prospects, it would be a long, long while before I would even consider buying something like this. So what the hell? Sure maybe it's weird to be using my mom's sex toys, but she assured me it's clean.
I cleared my throat. "Um, okay, sure, if you're okay with it."
Mom smiled. "Yes, of course sweetie! I'm glad this old thing can still be put to use." She sat down on her knees and finished setting up the machine. With the push of a button, it roared to life. The whole room seemed to vibrate, as the dildo attachment began to swivel. I gasped, only imagining what direct contact must be like.
"Oh goodie it's working," my mom said, then looked at me. "Well? Shall we?"
I swallowed. I guess this was really happening. No going back now. But of course, there was just one itty bitty problem: I was still pretty dry.
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