This choice: Investigate the toys a bit more • Go Back...Chapter #6Investigate the toys a bit more by: Ash River   As your eyes adjust to the darkness, the environment begins to take shape around you. The course wooden board that was the bottom of the drawer, was covered in dust and much to your surprise, creaked when you put too much weight into your front foot. You weren't sure if this was audible to a normal humans ears, but part of you wanted to be a little more cautious about the sound. You may have come in here looking for help, but something about being in your parents room, rooting around a lifesize Lego land for your mom's sex toys. This was not the place to be reunited. As you descend deeper into the drawer, the darkness thickens. The other senses begin to step up, leaving you with a peculiar odor and subsequently a taste that hung around just faintly on the tip of your tongue. The smell of silicone was almost overpowering until you fell into a wall of just that. You recoil and put your hands out. Immediately you feel a gummy, greasy, wall of dildo. You pull your hands away, disgusted. You were a breath away from a dildo the size of 747, still sticky from the last time you're titaness of a mother used it to pleasure herself. Your head begins to flood with imagery. The scale was unfathomable, and you couldn't help but imagine just how miniscule you would be standing next to the vagina that took this airplane sized cock. Your mind began to wander as you imagine staring up at her mountainous breasts, her firm tummy, her long fingers coming down to part the jungle that would be her bush, to spread her lips and get ready to treat herself with her favorite toy. You can't help but wonder if you could feel that kind of electricity at your size. You shook yourself back to reality as you felt yourself start to perk up. You wipe your hands on your thighs and decide to work on finding a way out of this drawer. You figured your dad had already gone to work, so really as long as she went uninterrupted, your mom would probably sleep indefinitely. You hadn't decided if that was helpful or not, but you really were hoping to avoid having to confront your mother's sexuality any further. Just then, you feel the ground beneath your feet move. The drawer begins to open, but it's opening slowly, almost silently. It's opening lime someone doesn't want anyone else to hear it being opened. As the Crack widens and light begins to fill your space, you begin to see just what kind of world you were in. You quickly clamor for cover behind the enormous dildo, but just end up cramming yourself underneath it. You turn your head to see what's coming through the opening, your face pressed firm against the foul silicone. You try to adjust yourself further, but you've found that you have adhered to the surface. Your hands did not want to let go, and even with considerable force it just felt as if this warm plastic was trying to absorb you. You try to remain calm, but looking up you see her face. It felt as if you had locked eyes, but she did not seem to see you. What you saw did not entirely surprise you, because what you saw was...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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