Mom’s Toy Chest, Part Two

The girls found Mrs. Hanson in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee and doing the crossword in the news paper. She glanced up when they stepped through the archway, saw how nervous they looked and grinned. It was a friendly grin but it didn’t ease their nerves, any.

After the incident in the bathroom, Stacey had gone back to Kara’s room, told her about the embarrassing run in with her mother. They were in full panic mode, waiting for the woman to rip them a new one. As time passed, their nerves became more and more frayed. Only when half an hour passed did they realize she wasn’t coming. They couldn’t believe the woman had just gone back to bed after what happened.

“Good morning,” Mrs. Hanson said, smiling pleasantly, “did you all sleep well?”

“Not really,” Kara said, which was the truth. They hardly got any sleep at all, anxiety keeping them awake all night.

“Why is that,” the woman asked, a hint of an amused smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Am I in trouble,” Kara asked, leaning against the sink.

“Should you be?”

“I don’t know,” Kara said, looking at Stacey. They had talked about this conversation with her mother well into the morning hours, wondering what was in store. So far, it wasn’t going anything like they had expected.

“I guess I should be upset you used my things without asking first,” she said, then grinned, “but giving the circumstances, I guess I understand why you didn’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Kara said, unsure what to say. The conversation had her at a loss.

“Was that a question,” her mother said, laughing.

“I’m sorry I borrowed your things without asking,” Kara said, laughing nervously.

“You are forgiven,” she said, going back to her paper.

Kara looked at Stacey but she didn’t know what was going on, either.

“Um, Mom,” Kara said, sitting down at the table across from her, “I’m a little confused about what happened last night.”

Laughing, her mother looked at her, said, “You mean me walking in on your girlfriend in the bathroom? You really need to lock the door, Stacey, sweetie.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Stacey said, just because she had to say something. This whole conversation smacked of bizarre.

“So,” Kara said, looking at Stacey, who nodded, “you know Stacey and I are together?”

“As in sleeping together,” Kara’s mother said, looking at her daughter.

Embarrassed, Kara nodded.

“I’ve got to admit, Kiddo,” Mrs. Hanson said, smiling at Stacey, “I’m glad it is Stacey. I knew you were getting some from somewhere. Thought you had a boyfriend you weren’t talking about.”

With a startled laugh, Kara looked wide-eyed at her mother, “Mom!”

“I bought a box of condoms,” she said, laughing, “I’ve been meaning to give them to you. I guess you won’t need them, after all.”

“Jesus, Mom,” Kara said, laughing incredulously.

“Wait,” she said, thinking of something, “it is just you and Stacey, right? You don’t need the condoms, do you?”

“No,” Kara said, laughing. Her face was bright red when she glanced at Stacey.

“Do you think Fred’s Drug Store takes returns? I need to get rid of the condoms in my purse before your father thinks I’m having an affair.”

Kara looked at her mother a long time, then shook her head and asked, “Are you really okay with this?”

Her mother smiled at her, said, “I was about your age when I started having sex. I’d be a hypocrite if I got upset about you doing the same. And, like I said, I’m glad it is Stacey. Not much chance of you getting pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, procreating is a wonderful, beautiful thing. Just not when you are fourteen.”

“Oh, God,” Kara said, laughing and shaking her head.

“Have a seat, Stacey,” Mrs. Hansen said, smiling at her, “I want to know how this happened. Should be a good story.”

Stacey looked at Kara and she shrugged, then nodded at the chair beside her. She hesitated, then sat down. Under the table, she found Kara’s hand, squeezed it. Her girlfriend looked at her, smiled appreciatively. She was going to need all the morale support she could get for this conversation.

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“Did that really just happen,” Kara asked, as they climbed the stairs to the second floor.

“I’m pretty sure it did,” Stacey said, laughing, “but that had to be the most surreal conversation I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, good,” Kara laughed, shaking her head, “I thought I was the only one who thought it was weird.”

“I can’t believe we aren’t in trouble.”

“Yeah, me, either,” Kara agreed.

In Kara’s room, they flopped on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, they didn’t say anything for a minute or two, each girl trying to wrap their heads around what had happened last night and again this morning. Kara’s mother had surprised them both.

“It is kind of weird Mom knows we are doing it,” Kara said, laughing.

“If that were the only weird thing about this situation…” Stacey said, shaking her head.

“I mean, she didn’t make a big deal about it, right?”

“She didn’t make a deal, at all.”

“That’s what I mean. If we started making out on the couch, do you think she’d tell us to stop?”

“Probably,” Stacey said, laughing, “why? Do you want to go make out on the couch?”

“Not really. Just thinking out loud.”

“Amazingly enough, your mom seems okay with us having sex. She didn’t say stop or not under my roof or that I can’t spend the night anymore. Still, I don’t think we should just throw it in her face. Do you know what I mean?”

“I do,” Kara said, grinning, “we need to keep it PG-13.”

“After she caught me with her kinky panties last night, I don’t think she has any illusions about our relationship being just PG-13,” Stacey said, shaking her head and laughing, “but, yeah. If you think it is weird your mom knows you are having sex, it has to be just a weird for her, too. We don’t want to weird her out too much that she changes her mind.”

“We definitely don’t,” Kara agreed, laughing.

There was a knock at the door and Kara’s mother said, “Everybody decent or at least dressed.”

Laughing, Kara said, “Yeah, come in.”

“I forgot to mention something earlier,” the woman said, stepping into the room, “this is kind of embarrassing but your father doesn’t know about my past. By the time we met, I had settled down, had gotten out of my… Anyway, I know I should have just gotten rid of the chest but it has a lot of fond memories in it. Maybe I’m a sentimental fool, but I couldn’t. Besides, it isn’t the kind of thing you just throw away and you definitely can’t just take it to Goodwill.”

“Sorry, I’m getting away from my point. Don’t tell your father about the chest, please. Oh, and you might want to keep your relationship a secret, as well. I don’t think he’d be as understanding as I am.”

“Okay,” Kara said, laughing.

“I have your word on that,” her mother said, wringing her hands, “you keep my secret and I’ll keep yours?”

“I promise,” Kara said, grinning.

“It’s not funny,” Mrs. Hanson said, laughing, anyway.

“It kind of is,” her daughter said.

Shaking her head, she turned to Stacey, “I’ll make you the same offer-keep my secret and I’ll keep yours.”

“Yes, ma’am. I promise.”

Sighing with relief, the woman said, “Then we are all good.”

“Yep,” Kara said.

“Alright then,” her mother said, laughing nervously, “Good.”

“Relax, Mom,” Kara said, getting off the bed and giving her a hug, “I’d never rat you out. Your kinky little secret is safe with me.”

“Oh, God,” she said, shaking her head, “you don’t know the half of it, Kiddo, but thanks.”

She turned to the door, then hesitated, turned back, “Do you remember the combination to the chest?”

“It is on the back of the lock,” Kara said.

“Is it, really,” her mother asked, laughing.

“Yeah.”

“Be a dear and take it off when you return the dildo panties,” she said, shaking her head.

“Okay,” Kara said, grinning.

“Keep it, though,” she said, turning to leave, “in case, you want to borrow something else.”

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“You really want to show me your mom’s kinky sex chest,” Stacey said, laughing.

“You mean, OUR kinky sex chest,” Kara said, winking at her, “You heard her; she gave us permission.”

“Still,” she said, laughing, “aren’t you a little weirded out by using your mom’s stuff. This isn’t like borrowing a pair of shoes or handing down a family heirloom.”

Kara apparently hadn’t thought about that, made a sour face, “We’ll wash everything first.”

She reached up and pulled the string that lowered the stairs to the attic. Stacey followed her up, watching the tick of her backside in the jeans she wore. She had a smile on her face by the time they reached the top.

Stacey laughed when Kara squatted in front of the chest. When she had said her mother had a storage chest full of kinky stuff, she’d pictured a small wooden box. This was an over sized footlocker, probably three feet long, almost two feet wide and a foot and a half deep.

You can put a lot of kinkiness in a box that big, she thought, grinning.

Joining her girlfriend in front of the chest, she waited for her to put the combination into the lock. She felt a shiver of anticipation work through her as she wondered what sort of things she’d find inside. Kara popped the lid, let it fall back and she stared wide eyed at all it. It was full to the top.

“That is a lot of stuff.”

Blushing, Kara said, “Yeah, my mom was a freak.”

Stacey laughed and put an arm around her shoulders to pull her close. Kara hugged her back, shaking her head.

“What all is in here,” Stacey asked.

“You name it, it is probably in here,” Kara said, snorting, “there are costumes, DVDs, dildos, vibrators, stuff I don’t even know what it is used for.”

“Are we looking for something in particular or just browsing?”

Laughing, Kara said, “It does feel like the storage from a going out of business sale at a sex shop, doesn’t it?”

Snorting, Stacey said, “Now that you mention it…”

“Let’s just see what we have, then if something jumps out at us…” she said, then started laughing, “I hope nothing literally jumps out at us.”

Stacey laughed, shaking her head.

“What do we have first,” Kara said, pulling out a neatly folded stack of clothing. She set it aside so she could see what was underneath it.

Curious, Stacey pulled the stack to her, held up the top item to look at it. She grinned at the very cute, very skimpy French maid costume, with its lace petty coat and trimmings. Showing Kara, she said, “You’d look good in this.”

“Bring it with us,” she said, grinning, “We’ll try it on, later.”

“Oh, my,” Stacey laughed, setting the outfit aside. Kara lost interest in the trunk as Stacey held up a sexy catholic school girl outfit. Stacey riffled through the remaining clothes, saw they were all costumes, said, “I think you mom was into role playing. We’ve got a slutty maid’s costume, a slutty nurse’s costume, a slutty school girl costume…”

“I get it, you don’t have to say slutty each time,” Kara said, laughing, “What else is in there?”

“A slutty cop outfit,” she said, grinning, “sorry, force of habit.”

“Ha, ha.”

“There must be a dozen costumes here,” she said, looking at Kara.

“Bring them all,” Kara said, then laughed, “We’ll have a slutty fashion show.”

Laughing, Stacey set the stack aside. She looked at it one more time, thinking they were going to have a lot of fun with the costumes.

Kara reached into the chest and came out with a shoe box. Opening it, she showed the contents to Stacey. It contained wigs in different styles and colors, maybe four of them. Another box contained costume jewelry and accessories to the stack of naughty outfits on the floor beside her.

“Mom was really into this stuff,” Kara said, looking at the two boxes and the stack of costumes.

Grinning at her, Stacey said, “I don’t know; I think we are going to have some fun with it, too.”

Shaking her head and laughing, Kara went back to digging through the box. She pulled out what appeared to be a photo album out of the trunk, set it aside without opening it. Her lack of curiosity about the album piqued Stacey’s and she picked it up and opened it. Kara saw her out of the corner of her eye, gasped.

“Don’t look in there,” she said, sharply, but she was too late. Her cheeks colored as Stacey’s eyes grew wide in shock, and she said, “Shit.”

“Holy, shit,” Stacey said, laughing as she looked at Kara.

“Yeah, I know.”

“These are of your mom,” Stacey said, flipping a few pages. It was indeed a photo album but definitely not one to share with strangers. There were some very revealing photos of Kara’s mother in one sexy position or another. She wasn’t always alone, sharing the photo with another woman or a man or multiples of both.

“I know,” Kara said, her face red.

Stacey turned a few more pages, unable to stop.

Laughing, Kara said, “You can stop looking now.”

“Sorry,” she said, grinning sheepishly. She closed the album but she couldn’t get the images out of her head. Mrs. Hanson was a beautiful woman and she had the perfect body, it turned out. She looked so much like her daughter that she felt a twinge of desire for the woman. Glancing at her girlfriend, she felt guilty about the thought.

Shaking her head to clear it, she turned her attention back to the things Kara was pulling from the chest. A couple of pairs of handcuffs clanked to the floor and Stacey picked a set up for a closer look. She wasn’t an expert but they looked like real handcuffs, the kind police officers would carry and not just something sold at an adult’s store.

“Jesus, these look real,” Stacey laughed.

“Probably are,” Kara said, showing her a bundle of rope. Stacey frowned, looked at her for an explanation. Laughing, Kara said, “Mom doesn’t rock climb.”

Her eyes widening, Stacey laughed, “Oh my.”

“Don’t get any funny ideas,” Kara said, giving her a look, “you can barely tie your shoes.”

“Hey,” Stacey protested, but just a little. She was horrible with knots, most of them either coming apart too easily or ended up needing to be cut out with a pair of scissors.

“Hey, check this honking big thing out,” Kara said, laughing. She held a curious looking thing with a cord out to Stacey, who took it. Looking at it, she realized it was a vibrator, with a big bulbous head on it.

“Hitachi Magic Wand,” she said, reading the label on the side.

“Put that in the pile we are taking downstairs,” Kara said, winking at her.

Grinning, Stacey did as she said. So far they had a stack of sexy costumes and a giant vibrator. Looking at the shiny handcuffs, she shrugged and sat a pair on the stack. Kara looked at her, just shook her head.

Blushing, Stacey said, “I didn’t say we were going to use them. Just taking them in case we do.”

“Uh-huh,” Kara said, laughing. She looked at the pile, said, “I think we have enough to keep ourselves entertained for the afternoon. We’ll go through the rest of this stuff some other time.”

“Do you see a key for the cuffs,” Stacey said, her face turning even brighter red when Kara gave her a knowing look, “just in case.”

“Just in case. Right,” she said, laughing. She opened the shoe boxes that had the miscellaneous tidbits, dug around until she found the key, held it up for Stacey to see.

They headed back downstairs, Kara pausing to put the trap door to the attic up. In Kara’s room, Stacey sat the stack of costumes and assorted toys on the bed. Kara locked the door and went to her stereo, started some music playing. She cranked it up, giving them some privacy.

Smiling, Stacey said, “Do you think we are going to need that? It is barely noon.”

“If you look half as sexy in those costumes as I think you will, then yeah,” Kara said, crossing the room to put her arms around Stacey’s neck and kiss her lightly on the lips, “I think we are going to need the music.”

“Oh, my,” Stacey said, grinning at her.

Kara gave her one more kiss, then released her. She went to the bed, started laying the outfits out on the bed. Stacey moved beside her, looking down at the skimpy clothing. She felt a shiver of excitement work through her at the thought of Kara in any of them, thought the girl was probably right about the music.

“Here,” Kara said, grabbing a costume and holding it out to her, “try this one on.”

It was a very skimpy police woman’s out fit, with tight black booty shorts and a tiny blue button up top that wouldn’t reach her belly button. She spotted a gun belt with a toy gun and baton, a pouch for handcuffs. A plastic badge and a patrol type police hat added to the costume but there still wasn’t much to it. She doubted it was a part of the original costume but a pair of thigh length black heeled boots had been added to the stack.

Taking it, Stacey started laughing, “Really? This one?”

Grinning, Kara said, “Because I’m wearing this one.”

She held up the black and white striped prisoner costume and Stacey shook her head, laughing, “It suits you.”

“Hey,” she said, pouting.

“I meant in a good way,” Stacey said, laughing, “at least, I didn’t bring the handcuffs for nothing.”

“And you think I’m going to let you put me in them,” Kara said, her eyes saying she might be okay with it.

“I’m an officer of the law,” Stacey said, winking at her, “it’s what we do to your kind.”

Grinning, Kara said, “Yeah, we are going to have some fun with these costumes.”

Stacey leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, then started stripping out of her clothes. In just her bra and panties, she looked at the costume, then stripped out of those, as well. Definitely not underwear type of clothing. She stepped into the booty shorts, liked the way they clung to her young body. Next came the top and she had to laugh at how little it actually covered, falling only to the bottom of her rib cage and swooping way low in the front to reveal a whole lot of cleavage.

As she secured the utility belt to her waist, she watched Kara slip out of her clothes and into the black and white striped mini dress with an inmate number scrolled across one breast. It was really short, barely covered her backside and clung to her like a second skin. She sat down on the bed to roll on the matching stockings, the nylon striped like the dress.

Stacey almost forgot to finish dressing, watching Kara slip into her costume. Grinning, she slipped into the boots, running first one zipper then the other all the way up to mid thigh. The heels were impossibly high, added almost six inches to her height. With Kara standing flat foot, she towered over the girl.

“Wow,” Kara laughed, looking her up and down, “you look… Tall.”

“Jee, thanks.”

“Sorry,” she said, sheepishly.

“Well, you make a very sexy criminal,” Stacey said, slipping on the hat, “but you’ve been a very bad girl.”

Snorting, Kara started laughing, “Oh God. That sounds like a line from a cheesy porno.”

“I’m Officer Mallard,” Stacey said, grabbing Kara by the bicep, “I’ll be escorting you to lock up today, Ms. Hanson. Please behave or I’ll have to use my night stick on you.”

“Kinky,” Kara said, giggling, “I like it.”

Stacey tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t. It took her a few second to set her face, again, then said, “That’s enough out of you, prisoner.”

She walked the giggling girl to the bed, sat her down against the headboard. Producing the handcuffs from behind her, she smiled at Kara.

“Please don’t lock me up, officer,” Kara said, trying not to laugh.

“You shouldn’t have done the crime,” Stacey said, losing it when Kara started laughing, “Oh God!”

“Just do it,” Kara said, still laughing, “Forget acting.”

Stacey secured one of the cuffs to her girlfriend’s right wrist, looped the chain through one of the spokes that made up the headboard, then secured her left wrist. Kara craned her neck around to look at her bounds, then turned back to Stacey. A playful grin spread on her face and she favored Stacey with a look that made it hard to breath.

“Well, I’m at your mercy, Ms. Mallard. What are you going to do to me?”

Stacey felt a flush of excitement come over her. The girl’s lean, sexy body wrapped in the clingy costume was hers to play with. She could do what ever she wanted and there wasn’t much Kara could do to stop her.

She grabbed her nylon covered ankles, pulled the girl further down the bed. Kara had no choice but go to her back, her arms stretched out behind her. The girl looked up at her as Stacey spread her legs wide, let her hand trail all the way up her nylon covered legs. Pushing the bottom of the mini dress up, she saw Kara still wore panties.

Grinning, she said, “You aren’t going to need these, anymore.”

Kara lifted her butt off the bed so Stacey could slip her panties down and off, then toss them aside. Again she ran her hands up the girl’s thighs, teasing a sigh from her. She didn’t stop when she made it to the mini dress this time, hooked the hem with her thumbs and kept moving higher. Kara squirmed a little, helped her pull it all the way up around her armpits, revealing all of her lithe fourteen year old body.

She drank her girlfriend in, getting turned on by her soft curves and smooth skin on display. Her hands felt left out, wanted to know Kara the same way her eyes did. She felt as incredible under fingertips as she had looked.

“That feels good,” Kara said, sighing.

Her eyes fell on the vibrator where it lay on the bed beside Kara and she smiled. She grabbed it, got off the bed and unplugged Kara’s lamp so she could plug the Hitachi magic wand into the outlet. When she flipped the switch, it came buzzing to life in her hand and she laughed at how strong the vibrations were. She could feel it up to her elbow and that was just the handle. The bulbous head at the top was a blur of motion.

Kara was watching this with interest, her eyes bright with excitement. They followed Stacey as she returned to the bed, crawled between her spread thighs. Stacey ran the toy along the inside of her thigh until it nested against Kara’s sex. The girl gasped her back arching as the intense vibrations lit through her body.

“Oh, shit,” she said, her fingers curling on the chain of the handcuffs. It was the only thing she could grab a hold of. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the vibrator in amazement, “Oh, shit. Oh shit.”

“You sound like a broken record,” Stacey laughed, holding the toy firmly against her thrashing body.

“It feels so good,” Kara breathed, tossing her head.

“It looks like it does,” Stacey said, grinning at the writhing girl.

“You have no idea,” Kara moaned, thickly, “Fuck, that is… Oh, God… so good.”

“Such language,” Stacey said, laughing. Kara didn’t curse much but the Hitachi had brought the sailor out of her.

“I can’t help it,” she said.

Turning the toy a little she looked at the switch. Laughing she said, “You know, this thing has another setting.”

“Don’t! I don’t think I-” she said, then her words stuck in her throat as Stacey flipped the switch to the next setting. It looked like Kara couldn’t breathe, it felt so good. She finally managed to draw in a ragged breath, gave Stacey a dirty look before her face screwed up in a rictus of pleasure.

“Oh, that looks intense,” Stacey said, laughing.

“You are evil,” Kara said, around a moan, “I’m going to come already.”

“Are you sure that is a good idea,” Stacey asked, an idea popping into her head.

“What,” Kara said, her head tossing. She couldn’t see the grin on Stacey’s face with her eyes squeezed tight like that.

“You know what happens when you come, right?”

“Oh God,” Kara said, opening her eyes, “what are you… what are you talking about?”

“You can come if you want, but-” Stacey said, her sentence cut off as Kara climaxed, hard. She pulled the toy away, shook her head sadly. Kara gave her a questioning look and she grinned at the girl, “Remember when you made me wear the dildo panties to the mall and the car ride to and from the place was like torture?”

Kara was out of breath, panting as she looked at Stacey. What was about to happen to her had sank in, yet. Smiling, Stacey put the vibrating head back against her now very sensitive clit, making the girl gasp and her hips jerk violently. She was trapped, unable to get away from the toy.

“What are you doing,” Kara said, her eyes wide.

“Getting a little payback,” she said, laughing as the light went on in Kara’s head. The girl tried to give her a dirty look but her face screwed up in pleasure as a second orgasm had her instead.

“Okay,” Kara said, gasping as her body wouldn’t stop twitching, “you’ve made your point. I’m sorry.”

Grinning, Stacey just shook her head. She didn’t let the girl’s writhing body escape the vibrator. Kara gasped as another orgasm ripped through her. Then another. Her body was so sensitive now and the vibrations so strong, she couldn’t stop.

Stacey wonder if Kara found it as exciting as she had, the inability to stop it from happening again and again, the pleasure so relentless it was almost painful. She flashed back to the car ride, the dildo panties rubbing deliciously inside of her still spasming sex. It had been so intense, exciting and amazing.

“Oh, fuck,” Kara said, her knuckles white from where she had a death grip on the handcuff chain, “I can’t stand- God, it feels so good… I…I…”

Stacey never found out what Kara was going to say, another orgasm stealing her voice. She made a wordless hiss as her body went crazy. Her thighs were shaking like jelly and her stomach was tight as could be.

“That was probably the trip to the mall,” Stacey said, smiling down at her girlfriend, “but you still owe me for the ride home.”

Kara closed her eyes and tried to relax, took deep breaths. Stacey had to smile. She had tried that and it only worked a little and not nearly enough. Right on cue, Kara cried out and climaxed, again.

“I can’t… Please stop.”

“You want to stop coming,” Stacey said, making it sound incredulous.

“I can’t take anymore,” she said, her head lulling loosely on her neck. Then another orgasm took a hold of her and shook her, making her gasp.

“I might be persuaded to turn this vibrator off,” she said, tapping her lower lip, “what would you be willing to do for me?”

“What do…What do you…Oh, shit… What do you want me to do?”

“I think you can come up with something on your own. Although, I guess it is probably getting kind of hard to think right about now. I remember I couldn’t think straight in the car by this point.”

“Just tell me what you want me to do,” Kara cried out as another orgasm rattled through her.

“I’ll tell you what,” she said, smiling, “promise to make me feel good and I’ll turn this thing off.”

“I promise,” she said, gasping.

Winking at her, Stacey clicked the button off, pulled the toy away. Kara’s hips continued to gyrate even after the vibrator was gone.

“You bitch,” Kara said, grinning.

“Don’t forget you are still helpless,” Stacey said, showing her the toy, again.

“I meant it as a compliment,” Kara said, laughing as she tried to squeeze her thighs together.

“Uh huh,” Stacey said, crawling up the girl’s supine form until she was straddling her neck. Looking down at her, she said, “You better convince me not to turn the toy back on.”

Kara’s eyes flashed at her and Stacey saw she kind of liked this game they were playing. Smiling, she thought, the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree, after all.

She pulled the crotch of the shorts aside, then lowered onto Kara’s mouth. The girl giggled, then her hot tongue found Stacey’s bud. Stacey moaned, rolling her hips back and forth. She put her hands on the headboard to brace herself. She moved a little higher on Kara’s face and the girl slipped her tongue inside of her.

It had been kind of exciting, watching Kara come and come and she had been more than a little aroused before climbing up to sit on her face. Already she felt her body gathering tension. Her fingers tightened on the headboard and she rocked her hips back and forth, ground against Kara’s mouth. Then her orgasm had her, and she cried out in ecstasy.

Throwing one leg over, she got off of Kara. Smiling down at the girl, she saw her cheeks were wet and shiny, kind of felt bad for taking advantage of her. Then the girl smiled a huge smile back at her.

“Wow,” Kara said, her eyes flashing, “you really got into that.”

“Yeah, I got carried away. Sorry.”

“I liked the take charge you. Kind of exciting.”

“Yeah, I noticed the shit eating grin,” Stacey said, laughing.

“You can let me out of here, though,” Kara said, looking back at the handcuffs, “I really need to pee. And wash your pussy juice off my face.”

Blushing, Stacey found the key, slipped it into the cuff. It wouldn’t turn. She looked down at Kara, gave her a sheepish grin.

“What?”

“This isn’t the right key,” she said, laughing.

“Are you serious,” Kara said, craning her neck around. Stacey showed her it didn’t work.

“There must be another key upstairs,” Stacey said, sitting on the edge of the bed and unzipping her boots.

“What are you doing?”

“Changing,” Stacey said, then gave her a look and laughed, “What? You want to go get the key dressed like this. Even if I didn’t break my neck on the trap door ladder, I don’t want to have to explain the costume to your mother. So…”

“Well, hurry up,” Kara said, squirming. She pressed her thighs together.

“I’m trying,” Stacey said, laughing.

Looking down at herself, Kara said, “Can you pull my costume down, too? In case Mom walks in.”

Stacey pulled it down as best she could, then said, “Maybe the covers?”

“Yeah,” Kara said, seeing that the dress was barely long enough to cover her crotch. Stacey helped her get under the covers, then finished stripping out of the costume.

She shivered as she felt Kara’s eyes on her, loved the way the girl looked at her. Nothing made her feel more attractive, desirable.

She looked at her girlfriend, gave her a smile as she started slipping back into the clothes she’d been wearing before. Kara smiled back.

Dressed, she turned to the girl. Unable to resist, she said, “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Oh, you are hilarious,” she said, laughing anyway.

Stacey left the room, walked down the hall to where the string to the attic’s trap door dangled. She lowered the ladder, then went into the dusty space. Kneeling in front of the chest, she opened it. Piece by piece she went through its contents, looking for a handcuff key. She started with the miscellaneous boxes, figuring they were her best bet, but she went through everything to be sure. She didn’t want to have to make a third trip up here if she found the wrong key. It wasn’t easy; she had to keep reminding herself to focus and not be distracted by the cornucopia of kinky sex paraphernalia.

For the most part, she succeeded but one toy kind of got to her. It was a dildo, shaped liked Darth Vader and it made her laugh so hard, tears came to her eyes. It was about eight inches tall and thick enough to make her wince at the thought of using it.

“Mmm… The force is deep in this one, it is…Mm,” she said, in her best Yoda voice.

She thought about taking it with her to show Kara, but thought maybe she shouldn’t. The poor girl had been squirming when she left and must be about ready to make a puddle by now. She might not appreciate the Star Wars sex toy right now. Putting it away, she made a mental note to show her next time they were up here.

Her search had yielded three keys that could belong to the cuffs and she hurried downstairs to Kara’s room.

“Where have you been,” Kara said, her face pinched. Even under the covers, Stacey could tell she had her thighs clamp together.

“Sorry,” Stacey said, grinning sheepishly. She sat on the bed and inserted the first key in the cuff. It didn’t fit. Neither did the second one.

She held up the last key for Kara to see, crossed her fingers. Kara glared at her, said, “It better be the one. If you locked me in here and can’t-”

Stacey gave her a kiss, a sweet, lingering one that Kara responded to. Finally breaking it, she said, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not mad,” Kara said, smiling up at her, “I just really have to pee.”

“Here goes,” Stacey said, holding her breath as she inserted it into the handcuffs. It fit, which gave her hope. Then she tried to turn it and it wouldn’t budge.

“Oh God,” Kara said, shaking her head and laughing, “This isn’t happening.”

“I looked all through the chest,” Stacey said, trying not to laugh.

“Don’t you dare laugh,” Kara glared at her, which made Stacey lose it.

“I sorry, I can’t help it,” she said, still laughing.

“What do we do?”

“Does your dad have a saw? We could cut the chain,” she said, then grinned sheepishly, “right, we are talking about your father. Not the handiest man.”

“All the tools in the garage,” Kara said, squirming, “those are Mom’s. There might be a hammer, a pair of pliers. Maybe a screwdriver.”

She started laughing, again. Kara glared at her, which didn’t help the giggle fit any.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Kara said, sighing and shaking her head, “go get Mom.”

“Shit,” Stacey said, blushing.

“I know, but I don’t see any other options.”

Stacey looked at the stack of costumes, the Hitachi magic wand, the little pile of clothes that she had been wearing during the fun and games. She grabbed the stack of costumes, threw them in Kara’s closet, tucked the vibrator under the bed, then gathered up her discarded articles of clothing. Looking around the room for more embarrassing stuff, she didn’t see anything. Stuffing the cop costume under the bed, she turned to Kara, raised her eyebrows questioningly. Her girlfriend just shook her head and laughed, which was answer enough.

Leaving the room, she went in search of Kara’s mother.

She found her in the living room, watching a movie. Her face was on fire as she moved into her line of sight and said, “Um, we have a problem upstairs.”

“What kind of problem?”

“I- I think you better just come upstairs,” she said, wondering if she could be more embarrassed. She wasn’t sure it was possible.

The woman frowned at her, looking at her beet red face and her nervous body language. Finally, she turned off the TV and got to her feet. Stacey lead the way, glad Mrs. Hanson couldn’t see her face, anymore. She opened the door to Kara’s room, then stepped aside.

Stepping into the room, Kara’s mother started laughing. She put her hand to her mouth and shook her head sadly.

“We can’t find the key,” Kara said, her face even redder than Stacey’s. Turns out it was possible to be more embarrassed than Stacey felt. At least she wasn’t the one handcuffed to the bed with her mother looking down at her.

Kara’s mother leaned over and looked at the cuffs. She was smiling when she straightened back up. Looking down at her daughter, she took a hold of the covers, peeked underneath. Her smile widened when she saw the lingerie, replaced the covers. Then she must have noticed something, bent down beside the bed. Stacey gasped when she saw what had caught the woman’s attention. The cord of the Hitachi magic wand was poking out from under the bed.

The woman stood back up, holding the sex toy in her hand. Kara looked like she wanted to crawl in the corner and die of embarrassment, couldn’t.

Mrs. Hanson glanced at Stacey, still grinning, “Well, you all didn’t waste any time, did you?”

“Can you help, Mom,” Kara said.

“Has she used her safe word, yet,” the woman said, setting the toy on the bed.

“Safe word,” Stacey asked, frowning.

Laughing, the woman turned to her daughter, said, “Don’t tell me you let her put you in those without a safe word, honey. You did, didn’t you? Well, you are at her mercy, then. It’s up to her if she ever lets you out or not.”

Mrs. Hanson patted her daughter lovingly on the head, then walked over to Stacey, whispered so Kara couldn’t hear, “There a catch at the bottom of the cuffs. Push it and it pops the cuff open.”

With that, she left the room, laughing to herself.

Kara was staring at her and she had to grin. Her mother had a wicked streak, it would seem. She could have freed her daughter but she had left it up to Stacey, instead.

“What did she say to you?”

“She told me how to open the cuffs,” Stacey sitting on the bed beside Kara.

“Then let me out.”

“I don’t know,” Stacey said, grinning at her, “it seems I have you at a disadvantage.”

“Oh, no, don’t you dare,” Kara said, her eyes getting wide, “I have to go so bad.”

“Then you are definitely going to have to convince me to let you out.”

“How am I going to do that?”

“Tell me I’m beautiful,” Stacey said, leaning across her.

Laughing, Kara shook her head, “You are evil. Beautiful,but evil.”

“Tell me you love me,” she said, lightly kissing Kara on the lips.

“With all my heart,” Kara said, the truth of the statement in her eyes.

“Tell me I’m your only one, now and forever.”

“You know you are the only girl I want,” Kara said, smiling.

“And you aren’t just saying that because you really have to pee,” Stacey said, grinning.

“Not just because,” Kara said, laughing.

“Alright,” Stacey said, reaching out and popping the handcuff free.

Kara sprang to her feet, started to run for the door. She stopped, ran back to the bed, gave Stacey a toe curling kiss and said, “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Stacey smiled after her, then laughed as she realized the girl had ran to the bathroom in the inmate costume in her haste. Still laughing, she flopped on her back and stared at the ceiling.

“We are going to have a lot of fun with the chest in the attic.”

Continue to Part Three

 

2 Responses to Mom’s Toy Chest, Part Two

  1. Minnona Derice says:

    just read this on Sapphic forum. I do appreciate the revenge and Mom really is a cool lady

  2. Lex says:

    Pretty good. I like the roleplaying; in my book, the whole point is to laugh and be silly.

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