I stood up and felt an immediate twitch in my half hard clitty. Marie took my clitty and I felt a cool steel device being put around it as well as ove... my balls. It was sort of a specially shaped ring, with a piece protruding downward touching my perineum right on the sensitive spot. My clitty now protruded forward nicely and I felt a nice feeling from the plug in my loins as well. My stepmother explained it was due to the shape of the plug, sphincter contractions would make it massage my. “What is the weirdest thing you’ve ever got yourself off too?”“What, like porn or something?”“No, you know stuck inside you and got off.”“Oh. Well, a hairbrush handle the other day,” admitted Michelle.“Yeah, that makes sense, not that weird though.”“I guess not,” it was in my arse though, Michelle thought. She wondered if it was too soon to mention the horse cock dildo. Probably too soon. “What about you?”Anaisha was silent. “Cucumber I guess and I did it with a toilet brush handle the other. Yeah,” I stammered but quickly began to strip. I watched as my mother did the same, her actions much more graceful then my frantic stripping. When I was naked and my cock pulsing in front of me I watched my mother step into the nearly filled tub. She slowly slipped beneath the water with a contented sigh.“You can’t wash my back from over there,” she said.I hurried over and knelt next to the tub. My mother handed me a washcloth and a bar of Dove soap. My hands were trembling as I began to wash. : To get a more immersive experience when writing, I like to listen to themed music, which I highly reccomend you do as well- for this story I listened mainly to a compilation of Ennio Morricone's theme music, a live album of the Spaghetti Western Orchestra, and my own playlist of Western cinema scores, all of which can be found online. It really helps me get in the mood, so do give it a go!)(Author's P.P.S: The more astute readers may notice that the story is filled with a large number of.