Pausing outside Marcella's villa Olivia took a moment to appreciate the gravity of her day. As she took her phone out of its makshift holster she reached down with her left hand and gingerly groped her own crotch. Yep, it was still there. Here in the dilapidated courtyard, behind the hedgerow that ringed the estate on three sides, Olivia could safely check her messages while sitting comfortably on the edge of an opulent marble fountain.
The water had been turned off a long time ago so the reservoir was bone dry, Olivia liked to climb inside and slouch with her back pressed up against the cool stone while bracing her feet against the other side. The fountain was massive and even though it was close to the house, if she stayed on the far side no one would ever know she was there. When she was younger it was her special hiding spot, she used it to eavesdrop on visitors and hide from her brothers. No one ever thought to look inside.
Sitting in her favorite spot she finally worked up the courage to glance at the screen. It was about 18:45, Marcella had been home for a couple of hours by now. Olivia couldn't even imagine what her mom's day had been like, even if she were less of a hermit, the Bazaar was the kind of place that engendered secrecy and that went double for the people who worked there. Those with loose lips didn't live very long. Still, she'd had several hours by herself before and after work, plenty of time.
There was a new photo, Olivia created a special folder titled "Mom's Dirty Mouth" and placed it inside then she found the first photo Marcella had taken with Olivia's underwear and put that one in too. She created a second folder titled simply "Mom" and put the other two images inside. She went back to the first folder and opened both images, displaying them side by side. She was trying hard to decide which one she liked better when a startling stirring sensation made her almost jump out of her skin.
"Fuck!" She yelped, her body flopping sideways and her phone skittering out of her hand as she struggled to move away from whatever it was. Her mind had immediately pictured a snake because that is what it had felt like. Suddenly she stopped dead, frozen on her hands and knees, her face registering wonder and eventually bemusement. She started laughing. "Oh my fucking god." She snorted between tittering peals. "No way." Nervously she reached down with her hands and poked the prosthetic through her tattered shorts.
Her synthetic penis jumped responsively like a living thing nestled in her lap. This time she was ready for it though so she only twitched as she suppressed her panic. This was going to take some getting used to. Her baggy shorts had gone from loose to uncomfortably tight in seconds. She'd only noticed the prosthetic when it started to uncurl from wherever it had been lurking and then rapidly writhe its way to attention in her pants. She'd never felt anything quite like it.
Retrieving her phone she gazed once more at the twin images of her mother's face. "So this is what it's like to be a guy?" She murmured out loud, reaching down and grabbing the hard rubber cock even as it threatened to poke its way completely out of her shorts. "Holy shit, how do they deal with this!?" She scrambled to get her body back up against the wall of the fountain but found herself fighting with the fake penis instead. "This could be a serious problem." She exclaimed, finally getting it into a comfortable position.
"What am I going to do about you?" She sighed softly as she gently ran her left hand up and down the unfamiliar rigid object. The more she touched it the less threatening and unwanted it felt, although she did start to get annoyed by the way it effectively blocked her from actually touching herself. The way it was wedged truculently between her legs, straining defiantly against the front of her shorts while simultaneously denying her access to her own genitals, was a little frustrating.
Olivia snorted and shrugged it off. "What a bother." She breathed, raising her phone once more, gazing dreamily at the two photos of her mother. The original on the left had a certain special quality, given that it was her first, and also because the panties were so plain and worn out, making it seem even more dirty and authentic. Still the image on the right was also entrancing, oddly Marcella wasn't wearing lipstick this time, creating a sharp contrast between the unblemished iridescent lingerie and her flat yet beautiful mouth.
Marcella's eyes had the same feverish intensity, while staring into them Olivia felt her prosthetic start to throb faintly as it pushed even harder against the hem of her shorts. "Easy boy." She huffed, noticing that her heart rate was way above normal. With one hand she started stroking it automatically, as though attempting to sooth a wild animal, it felt surprisingly better than it had before. She could feel the other side too, although it was impossible to guess just how big it had grown, she felt comfortably stuffed.
Reluctantly she switched back to the active chat and checked to see if her mom had written anything after posting the picture, but she hadn't. Right as she was about to start typing she received another message but it was through the default communications app. "Where the hell are you?" It said. "Did you forget I said I had plans tonight, and I need your help?" Olivia actually laughed. A direct message from her mom, it was the first time, ever. She smiled softly but ignored it.
Instead she went back to the chat and started typing. "You've been a good girl. I can't tell you how pleased I am with the pictures you've been sending. I think it's actually better if I show you." Olivia unbuttoned her shorts and watched with wide eyes as her surprisingly large fake penis leapt out. It had actually scared her. She chuckled nervously then angled her phone between her legs to get a good picture. Just for fun she flexed her well-developed stomach muscles right before snapping the shot.
It was a great picture, cropped perfectly so that all you could see was the impressive upper half of her member set against the rectangular backdrop of rippling muscle. Honestly she was getting a little turned on by it herself. Smirking she deleted the GPS data but left the cryptographic UTC signature. There was no way to casually fake that, so Marcella would know that it had just been taken. She posted it inline and waited for her mother's reaction.
"Please tell me you're coming tonight." Olivia swallowed hard, the pleading tone in her mother's message made this whole thing feel a little less like a fun game and more like a terrifying and potentially dangerous affair. Fighting down these pangs of acute anxiety Olivia switched back to her internal messages and responded to her mother's text.
