We All Do It Sometime

Recovery has been affecting my brain. I've been bored out of my mind so when my mother called yesterday and invited me to go to the casino, I jumped out of my chair and got ready.

We had a great time playing Black Jack and had a wonderful lunch.

During lunch my mom asked me what I was doing that evening. My mind raced thinking of lies to tell her. You see, I was supposed to attend an adult toy party. The only other one I had been to was years ago and my mother and grandmother were in attendance. I spent the entire night explaining what each item was to my grandma, a most horrifying act.

My mother is always the center of attention and loves to embarrass me. She also loves sex and any talk about sex so I knew she would want to go if I told her where I was going. She squealed with delight as I told her my evening plans. I knew there was no way to stop her from coming (no pun intended).

I need to explain that I have always been considered a prude by my family. I'm really not, I just enjoy making them think that I don't have sex. It's better that way.

The demonstrator started the show and asked people to raise their hand if they had tried certain products. Of course, my mom held her hand high several times. I couldn't look and must have been 5 shades of red. I really don't need to know about my mother's sex toy preferences. Blech!

The products where passed around as lotions were tasted and rubbed in. I was a gooey mess by the end of the night. I put phermones on that are supposed to smell different on everyone. One lady smelled like peaches, another like cherries. It smelled musty on me. My mom suggested that maybe swamp men would be attracted to me. Thanks, Mom.

The real fun didn't begin until after the presentation. The demonstrator brought out a huge box filled with vibrators. She began putting batteries in them and the entire room was abuzz. My mother suggested that the older you get, the more power you need. Again, uggg. Some had enough power to chip your teeth.

My mom was the first to order and was taken to another room so as to remain anonymous. Once she had her purchase, she bolted out the door and hardly said goodbye. I felt imidiate relief.

My turn came to order. For all you pervs out there, I got something for him, something for her, something for us. One of the products I chose was out of stock. The demonstrator said, "I think you mom got the last one. Oops, I didn't just tell you that!"

Now I'm stuck with the knowledge that my mother and I have the same taste in toys. Ewwwwwww!!!!!!!