He’s kneeling too, I can tell, and he leans forward to kiss my neck. “No…this is all for you. What do YOU want?” I reply. He reaches around me...and presses on the bullet again, making me moan. “I want to make you cum,” he whispers. I hear him moving away again, and the sound of rummaging in a box makes me smile…I know he’s gotten into my box of toys, and I wonder what he’ll bring out for me. I hear the pop of a cap being flipped, which I guess is the lube, and I feel myself getting wetter in. Well….. I’m not sure,” I replied, not sure what to say.“It’s okay if it does. All girls together here. When was the last time you had sex? Must’ve been months ago now?”I blushed. “Well, yes it is, but…. I can’t face the thought of meeting someone else right now. I think I’ve been put off men for life!’ I laughed. “Well, that’s a shame,” she whispered. “But, then, there’s still women….”As she said that, she leaned over and kissed me. I was completely stunned, but whether it was the shock or the. Then I remember him untying my wrists and I got off the bed. He had me stand at the foot of the bed and bend over. I think he used the dowel on me then, a lot. The egg was providing this constant background of arousal and I was walking a tightrope, so aroused, so close, but not enough to cum. He played with the settings, producing a variety of sensations that kept me off balance and continuously stimulated. I remember that he made me look at him when he hit me with the dowel. I remember. I quickly grabbed the handle of the pan and managed to right it back on the stove."Thank you sweetheart" my mother said and then paused, she was looking at my naked body as the towel had slipped off during the rescue. She coloured a little but didn't take her eyes away. "You've grown" she said a little huskily. By then, I was bright red and swept up the towel to restore my modesty. My mother smiled, "It's not as if I haven't seen it before". Still colouring I retreated back to the bathroom.