We are Saturday morning and I sleep in. My mother has already been away to the hospital for a long time because she is on call until tomorrow Sunday 8:00 am. I will be able to calmly carry out my investigations.It is 10:00 am when I finish my breakfast and I am still in my underwear and T-shirt. As the weather is nice, I decide to air my room and I open wide the window which overlooks the apartments on the other side of the courtyard of the building. Then I go to my mother's room. Once the safe is out of the cupboard, I take my key and I savor the moment. The key that I have filed down fits in the lock, turns easily and the padlock opens. Won!I open the trunk, which is the size of a shoebox, and take out the contents, being careful to memorize the way it is stored. Surprise! There are three dildos of different sizes, geisha balls, some of which seem to me to be vibrating, a double dildo, a tube of lubricating gel, a box of condoms, a black blindfold, a leather collar with a metal ring , a pair of handcuffs, small clamps that must be for the nipples and a very small book of Kamasutra. I am surprised by this Prévert-style inventory and I tell myself that it must certainly date from before my father's death. All these accessories and erotic gadgets were undoubtedly used to spice up their games in the privacy of the marital room.I take in hand one of the dildos and I tell myself that the object is quite realistic with its well-drawn ribs and the acorn well sculpted in the rigid material but soft to the touch. Having read that many men enjoy having their prostate massaged with such an object, I decided to give it a try. To complete my test, I dig through my mother's things and take a beautiful red lace bodysuit that opens at the crotch as well as a pretty garter belt and black stockings. Once in my room, I get naked, put on the bodysuit and then the stockings. I lie down on my bed, the sun floods my room through the window that I have not closed. It is a treat to feel both the heat of the sun and the softness of the lingerie on my body. I take the dildo and put a condom on it for hygienic reasons. I suck the utensil well then try to slip it into my little ass. At first, certainly by pure male reflex, I squeeze my buttocks refusing to be so taken. So I decide to relax and think of something else. I imagine that it is my mother who uses this sex toy and who gives herself pleasure. It works ! The object penetrates me inch by inch and here it is finally planted deep in my privacy. After a few seconds, I activate the button that controls the vibrations and a gentle heat rises in me. I then start to masturbate but I must admit that I have a little trouble getting hard. I then start thinking about my trip to Béverley and the men who took advantage of me. It works because my cock stands up and the movements of my hand on my shaft combined with the vibrations of the dildo between my buttocks give me very pleasant sensations. After 10 minutes of this treatment, I enjoy a long time and my cum spills on the lace of the red body. At noon, all traces of this unprecedented experience, but oh so enjoyable, disappeared. The dildo is well stored in the trunk, locked and stashed where it was. The soiled bodysuit is thrown into the dirty laundry basket. I keep the garter belt, stockings and a thong on me. To get back to more serious things, I revise my lessons a little to enjoy the sun a little longer, then I close my window and go back to the kitchen to prepare a light lunch.Around 2:00 p.m., I decide to go out to take the air to enjoy the sun. I hang out on the side of the Place du Tertre where the painters and other souvenir sellers are assailed by the many tourists. I continue towards the gardens below the Sacré-Coeur and sit on the steps to sunbathe a little while taking advantage of the unique view of Paris with the main historical monuments in my field of vision. It must be 3:00 pm when I decide to take the way back. It must be said that I am starting to feel a little hot with the lingerie, especially the stockings, which I wear under my clothes.As I go back down Ramey Street and enter the dead end where we live, I come face to face with Mr. Dubout, a single fifty-something who lives in our building but not in our building. As with my mother we have always lived there, I know almost all the occupants of the building except those who have moved in recently.I greet Mr. Dubout who answers me - Hello David. You're okay ? I think your mother is working today because I saw her leave early this morning.I answer her - Yes and she's on call tonight.He continues - Could you do me a little favor. I have a problem with my computer that I cannot reconnect to my new printer.I answer him that it does not pose a problem for me and this is how we continue the road together to our building.As he lives on the fifth floor, we take the elevator and here we are. He offers to drink something before showing me his computer and I accept his proposal. Once that is done, he takes me to his office where his computer equipment is installed. In less than fifteen minutes, I managed to install his new printer that he has already had a week but had failed to get to work. I explained to him that it was necessary to download the driver software from the internet because there is no longer an installation CD supplied. I also tell him that he can make it work in bluetooth because it is much more modern than its old one. He tells me- Perfect, I would like to do a test by printing a photo taken this morning. You may not know it but I am an amateur photographer.He sits behind his computer, opens his file manager and what is my surprise when he displays a series of pictures of me in red bodysuit and stockings masturbating on my bed. I blush and don't know where to put myself or what to say.He then turns to me and says with a big smile - Look out the window, you will see that I have a bird's eye view of your bedroom and that of your mother. Seeing this morning the nice show you of ...

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