It was mid-afternoon the next day before I even woke up. I slowly remembered that I was in my mother's bed. I felt my cock stiff and erect and quickly felt the panties I was still wearing. I remembered what had happened last night and couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe all those fantasies I'd had as a kid were actually true. They'd actually happened.
I groaned as my cock got harder, sliding in the panties as I shifted in the bed. I felt hot and groggy, in no shape to drive home today.
It wasn't long before my Mom looked in on me. She put her hand on my forehead and tsked at the heat of it.
"I'll call Lucy and let her know you'll stay another night to get better." I agreed quickly and fell asleep again.
I was awakened after dark by my mother pulling my panties down off my bottom. I pretended to stay asleep as I felt the old sensations of a lubed thermometer sliding into my bottom. Lord knows why my mother still did it that way but I was glad.
My requests to Lucy to play with my bottom had been flatly refused and had nearly ruined our deal on me wearing lingerie to bed.
All too soon, the tiny thermometer slipped out of me and I let out a disappointed sigh.
"Still feeling poorly, I see," she chuckled. "Well, time to pull out some bigger guns to make you feel better. Don't move."
I lay there on my side, facing away from the door, her huge nylon panties covering my hardening cock but leaving my ass exposed to the room. A few minutes passed and then I heard her come back in the room.
"I don't know where my little one went, but I think you won't mind if I use this one." The chair came to the bedside again and I waited. Then I heard the buzzing start.