Mum discovers doll part 1

This is the first part of an experience I had to split in to 3 parts. I was 18 years old and living at home with my parents and 6 months before I had finished a serious relationship. By this time the lack of sex had been really bothering me so a few weeks before I had been to a local adult store and bought an inflatable sex doll. One evening my parents went over the road to a party at their friends and told me they wouldn’t be back until late. Great I thought, I can try out my new doll! I rushed upstairs, unpacked the doll, lube and grabbed some tissues from the toilet. I blew her up, which seemed to take ages, got undressed, applied lubricant where it was required, placed the doll on my bed and I started having sex with it. Not bad at all! Not quite as good as the real thing obviously but definitely better than my typical wanks, helped by a pornographic magazine showing a woman on her back in the missionary position. I was taking my time enjoying all the sensations when I heard somebody unlock the front door and walk in to the front room. “Hi Kevin!” my mum called up from down stairs. Shit, shit, shit! Like a video on fast forward I jumped off the bed, wiped the lube off my cock on the bed sheets, hid the magazine under my mattress, pulled the stopper out on the sex doll and pushed it into my wardrobe whilst wishing it would deflate considerably faster. I put on my dressing gown, tucked my still throbbing erection under the belt and walked downstairs as nonchalantly as I could. “Hi mum.” I said as I walked in to the living room. My mum looked up and was surprised to see me in my dressing gown. “I thought I’d just put this on and chill out this evening.” Under normal circumstances this was a perfectly believable reason apart from the fact this is something I have never done before. “Oh, OK.” I sat down in front of the TV choosing to ignore how the tone of my mum’s voice made it clear she knew I must have been doing something to be wearing just my dressing gown. After a couple of minutes my mum went upstairs but I was sure she had no reason to go in to my bedroom, least of all my wardrobe. “Kevin!”. “Yeah.” I replied trying unsuccessfully to hide the panic in my voice. “Get here now!”. I walked upstairs with a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, as I got to the top of the stairs I saw my mum stood by my open wardrobe door. I stood in the doorway to my room. My mum sternly asks “what is this?” pointing in to the cupboard. I looked at my feet and said nothing. “This is disgusting, make sure you throw it away. I never want to see this again!”. My mum walked past me and started down the stairs. I turned to face her. “Mum”. She stopped. “What”. “Can you not tell dad please?”. My mum paused for a second that seemed a minute, “OK”. My mum went downstairs and shortly after went back to her friends house. Needless to say I didn’t finish what I started and a few days later I threw it in the skip just around the corner from our house. On the plus side, a couple of months later I bought a realistic pocket pussy that feels better and is much easier to hide. This is the first part of an experience I had to split in to 3 parts. I was 18 years old and living at home with my parents and 6 months before I had finished a serious relationship. By this time the lack of sex had been really bothering me so a few weeks before I had been to a local adult store and bought an inflatable sex doll. One evening my parents went over the road to a party at their friends and told me they wouldn’t be back until late. Great I thought, I can try out my new doll! I rushed upstairs, unpacked the doll, lube and grabbed some tissues from the toilet. I blew her up, which seemed to take ages, got undressed, applied lubricant where it was required, placed the doll on my bed and I started having sex with it. Not bad at all! Not quite as good as the real thing obviously but definitely better than my typical wanks, helped by a pornographic magazine showing a woman on her back in the missionary position. I was taking my time enjoying all the sensations when I heard somebody unlock the front door and walk in to the front room. “Hi Kevin!” my mum called up from down stairs. Shit, shit, shit! Like a video on fast forward I jumped off the bed, wiped the lube off my cock on the bed sheets, hid the magazine under my mattress, pulled the stopper out on the sex doll and pushed it into my wardrobe whilst wishing it would deflate considerably faster. I put on my dressing gown, tucked my still throbbing erection under the belt and walked downstairs as nonchalantly as I could. “Hi mum.” I said as I walked in to the living room. My mum looked up and was surprised to see me in my dressing gown. “I thought I’d just put this on and chill out this evening.” Under normal circumstances this was a perfectly believable reason apart from the fact this is something I have never done before. “Oh, OK.” I sat down in front of the TV choosing to ignore how the tone of my mum’s voice made it clear she knew I must have been doing something to be wearing just my dressing gown. After a couple of minutes my mum went upstairs but I was sure she had no reason to go in to my bedroom, least of all my wardrobe. “Kevin!”. “Yeah.” I replied trying unsuccessfully to hide the panic in my voice. “Get here now!”. I walked upstairs with a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, as I got to the top of the stairs I saw my mum stood by my open wardrobe door. I stood in the doorway to my room. My mum sternly asks “what is this?” pointing in to the cupboard. I looked at my feet and said nothing. “This is disgusting, make sure you throw it away. I never want to see this again!”. My mum walked past me and started down the stairs. I turned to face her. “Mum”. She stopped. “What”. “Can you not tell dad please?”. My mum paused for a second that seemed a minute, “OK”. My mum went downstairs and shortly after went back to her friends house. Needless to say I didn’t finish what I started and a few days later I threw it in the skip just around the corner from our house. On the plus side, a couple of months later I bought a realistic pocket pussy that feels better and is much easier to hide.