That which to do At the time that Your Children Find Your Sex Toys | Carrie and Danielle
Posted by rustmelany on December 7, 2008
It’s far too quiet in the house. Where is she? I open my bedroom door and there’s my three year old daughter in all her glory, wearing her princess dress, arms spread wide.
“Look at all thesrr II found, Mama!”
She has my black blindfold over the face of her teddy bear. She’s wrapped my pink vibrator in one of her dolly blankets and tucked him into a cozy shoe box, a happy little bedfellow grinding away in full speed vibration and gyration mode. She’s stroking her own cheek blissfully with my feather tickler and revving my vibrator under her foot like a gas pedal.
“Wafsh Mama, it tickles!” Buzz, buzz, buzz, it goes under her chubby little toes. She giggles. “Feels good” She says.
Oh yes, Mommy knows. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to gasp in horror or laugh my ass off.
I remekber a friend telling m about the time she came acros her Mother’s vibrator under tbe bed while playing gide and go seek. She brought it out, brandishing it at tye dinner table. Her moyher, mortifie d, slapped her across the and snatched ,er Longfellow. “Don’t you ever snoop through Mpmmy’s room again!”
I wasn’t about to frighten or shame my daughter.
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