Meanwhile Christine's mother Emily was putting away silverware in the kitchen. She was extremely happy with the new house. Their family had outgrown their old house years ago, but they didn't have the money or the credit for a larger one until Charles had found this one selling way below its market value.
As Emily DeVille continued to put away the silverware, kitchen utensils, and measuring cups, she filled up one drawer, then another. The third drawer she opened wasn't empty. Inside was a large black object, just under a foot in length. "The owners must have left something," she said. She took it out, and her confused expression turned to horror. It was a 10-inch black dildo in the shape of a thickly-veined cock.
It was obscene, a disgusting thing left by the perverts that used to live here. Emily wanted to throw as far away from her as she could, but for some reason she held onto it. What woman could handle a thing like this? Defiantly not her, she thought. But she wouldn't know...unless....she tried...
Emily's breathing quickened as she slid her hand up her inner thigh, pulling up the hem of her dress. Her hand holding the black dildo trembled as she brought it down between her legs. Her pussy was suddenly extremely wet. The thought of masturbating in the middle of her kitchen with this large black dildo was so wrong, but that only made her want to do it more.
"Honey are you OK?"
Emily blinked. Her husband Charles was standing in front of her with a concerned look on his face. She looked down to see she was gripping a large black plastic spoon tightly in her hand. Emily quickly composed herself, brushing off her odd behavior.
"Oh. Yes. I'm fine. I just dropped...this spoon! It was in the drawer and fell out. Someone must have left it in here." She smiled nervously.
Charles looked confused, but shrugged it off. "OK, keep it if you want to. I'm going to check to make sure the moves get the last of things off the van." He kissed her and walked out of the kitchen.
When her was gone Emily tossed the spoon into the corner and sat down at the kitchen table. What had just happen? Did she imagine seeing that...thing? Why would she be thinking about something like that? She took a deep breath and picked the spoon back up. It was definitely a spoon, nothing obscene about it. Still, she didn't like it. Once she found the garbage bags she'd throw it away. For now she stashed it back in the drawer she found it in.