“She's not home.”“Just my mom sleeping in your mom's bed,” I said, reaching the second floor hallway and staring at the door at the end. The m...ster bedroom. My mom was in there, sleeping off her hangover and her night with her sister. My dick ached.I marched down the hall with confidence. Dad always told me women loved a strong, confident man. “Be bold.” I boldly opened the door. My mom lay on a rumpled bed, the purple sheets molding to her body. It was obvious she was naked as she slept on her. A gag, wrist and ankle restraints, a big size plug, a large black dildo and some lube. He tells her to put it all on. Which ones goes where, referring to the toys. Your arse needs stretching and pussy gaping so work it out your self, ow and pass me the lube you don’t need to you wet slut. Lucy rubs the plug over her pussy to get it all wet and then positions it against her hole. It’s bigger than anything that’s been in there before, and she finds it hard to make it fit but when pops in she lets. She checked a calendar and said there’d be no problem and that they’d be dropped off Wednesday morning between 9:00 and 11:00am. We thanked her for her help and walked out.Meredith was smiling as we walked to the car. “That was the coolest thing yet. It was almost like I was controlling her thought process.” She said giggling.“You were. When you gave her your power, you reset her mind to the point that we came in.” I told her.Meredith was grinning pretty hard as she drove. She had a feeling of. They make my gash wet. They’re so slinky sheer they make my lobster pot so hot wet slick and slippery! What romance!"Suddenly there was a big whooshing noise followed by a sharp sucking thunk not unlike a new giant bottle of condiment being unscrewed for the first time and the vacuum being broken. It was a more concentrated and intense whooshing than a mustard or mayonnaise jar would allow for. It was much more the sound of a giant fancy catsup bottle being opened for the first time. It did not.