Yes... and she is horny.

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

Your head snaps toward the bed, and your heart nearly stops. Your mom is stirring. You watch in horror as Hannah shifts, rolls onto her back, and stretches her arms above her head with a soft yawn.

Panic floods through you. You're standing in her underwear drawer, next to her dildo, at one and a half inches tall. If she sees you now, how do you even explain this? "Hey mom, I shrunk overnight and decided to go through your sex toys"? No. No, no, no.

You need to hide. Now.

Your eyes dart around the drawer. Panties, bras, the dildo. The dildo with its hollow urethra. The opening at the tip is just wide enough for you to squeeze into at your size.

You don't have time to think about whether this is a good idea. You hear the covers being thrown back, the sound of bare feet hitting carpet. Hannah is getting up.

You scramble toward the dildo's tip, grabbing the silicone edge and hauling yourself up. The smooth material is difficult to grip, but adrenaline gives you strength. You position yourself feet-first, pushing your legs into the hollow channel inside. The silicone stretches slightly around you as you wiggle deeper, the walls pressing against your body. It's tight but not unbearable - the material has enough give to accommodate you.

You stop when only your head remains near the tip, your eyes just below the opening so you can see out. The hollow tube surrounds you from the shoulders down, the red silicone filtering the light that reaches you into a warm, dim glow.

[OUTSIDE]

Hannah stands before the nightstand, still groggy from sleep. Her black hair is mussed, falling messily around her face. She wears only an oversized white t-shirt that hangs to her thighs. Her blue eyes are half-lidded as she reaches down - not toward the drawer, but toward herself.

Through the narrow opening of the dildo's tip, you watch in stunned silence as your mother's hand wraps around something between her legs. Her cock. She has a cock. It's already half-hard, thick and pale, contrasting with her slightly plump thighs. She strokes it lazily, her fingers gliding along the shaft, and you can see it twitch and grow stiffer with each movement.

She's not looking at the drawer. Her eyes are closed as she pleasures herself, her breathing growing heavier. Then, without opening her eyes, her free hand reaches down blindly toward the nightstand. Her fingers fumble, searching for something.

The cum reservoir. She's reaching for the cum reservoir that's lying right next to you in the drawer.

Her hand descends into the drawer, fingers brushing against panties, against bras. You hold your breath, watching through the tip of the dildo as her hand searches. Finally, her fingers close around the translucent container, and she lifts it out.

Hannah opens the reservoir's lid, and with a few more deliberate strokes of her cock, she brings herself to climax. You watch, transfixed, as her cock throbs and thick white cum spurts out - directly into the reservoir. She moans softly, her hips bucking slightly as rope after rope fills the small container. The reservoir is nearly half-full by the time she finishes, her cock giving a few last weak twitches before she squeezes the final drops out.

Your mind is racing. She just filled that reservoir with her own cum. The reservoir that connects to the dildo. The dildo you are currently inside of.

Hannah screws the lid back onto the reservoir, then reaches into the drawer again. This time, her hand lands directly on the dildo. You feel the entire thing shift as she lifts it, and you have to brace yourself against the silicone walls to keep from sliding deeper.

She connects the reservoir to the tube at the base of the dildo with a soft click. You can feel the weight of it hanging beneath you - the warm fluid your mother just produced, now attached to the toy that surrounds your body.

Hannah carries the dildo - and you - to her bed. She climbs back onto the mattress, the springs creaking beneath her weight. She lays back, positioning the dildo between her spread legs. Through the tip, you can see her cock resting against her stomach, still semi-hard. Her thighs frame your view on either side, her pussy - because she has that too, you realize - glistening slightly below her softening erection.

She doesn't insert the dildo. Not yet. Instead, her fingers find their way between her legs, and she begins to masturbate - two fingers circling her clit while her other hand grips the dildo's shaft, holding it upright between her thighs. You can feel the pressure of her fingers through the silicone, squeezing and releasing as she works herself up.

You watch through the tip as her fingers dip lower, sliding into her pussy, glistening with arousal. She moans softly, her back arching slightly off the bed. The dildo shifts in her grip, and you pray - you pray desperately - that she doesn't want anal fun. That she'll use this toy where it was designed to go, and not...

But you're not sure your prayers will be answered.