My mother and I work for several different companies doing testing and research. My mother, Jan, is 42, 5'6", 130lbs, and 36d, nicely built. I'm Vic, 21, 180lbs, and work out regularly. It's because of our age we are employed by these companies. We get a regular delivery of sex toys, jells, condoms, blowup dolls, and DVD's, every week. We must evaluate their performance and make any suggestions that we feel are needed to enhance the product.
My mother and I keep it a secret as to what we do, as very few people would understand. We have a lot of fun with most of the toys and sometimes we test them together. Mom will tell me how a condom feels or if a dildo is shaped right. I have to test the fit and comfort of cock rings and mom and I test if they really work.
Sometimes we have to use a third person. If we get a strap-on, mom will sometimes use her sister, Joan. We usually end up doing a threesome before it's over, but we do a hell of a good test. All the toys and stuff we get is ours to keep, as we can't send anything back. We take pictures of failed pieces and e-mail them to the proper customer.
Mom started this home business several years ago. I had no idea what was in the boxes that were always being delivered to the house or what my mom and dad were doing. When I was eighteen, dad left us to go off with his girlfriend; Mom got divorced and finally told me what was going on.
I was a little confused about this strange way to make ends meet, but I thought it would be an interesting endeavor. You could work your own hours and have a lot of fun doing it. Mom said it was really time consuming because you had to recoup so much. I was eighteen, what's recoup mean? I could be hot and ready in a couple of minutes,
Mom started me off working with her toys and her. I had to get use to my having sex with my mom and very often having sex several times a day. I love my mom, but we are not in love. This is just a job. Mom had me use dildos on her till I saw them in my sleep. Whenever I would get a hard-on, she had me put on a cock ring or condom, or penis extinctions, and we would fuck till I couldn't move anymore.
After about a year of this, it became pretty normal to get hard, fuck, write a short opinion of the product and then get hard, fuck and write again. It seems that the toy companies keep coming out with different product all the time. Anytime they change a compound or use a different place of manufacture, they start testing all over again. Because there is so much competition, they try to out do one another all the time. Mom said, "It's job security."