that’s settled,” Martha chuckled, “we need to get crackin’ on the rest of the refreshments. Who wants to help me make my famous cock n’ balls?”
Lucy and I nodded with enthusiasm as Frank stood and announced, “That’s my cue to leave,” as headed towards the great room.
“The key to these is to use enough dough that you can make nice big balls on the side. The ladies love bitin’ into them,” Martha chuckled.
Just like that, we moved on from the killings and on to, well, sex. I’ll be honest though, the whole time we worked to get the house ready for the party, I expected the police to show and haul me away in handcuffs. In addition, after the lecture I received from Max I expected him to drop by as well. Thankfully, he had a business to run and didn’t have time to follow me home and chew on me again (Note to self: Never call brooding males when you’re in trouble.)
The next few hours we rolled, shaped, froze, and decorated for the evening’s festivities. This month’s theme, “Cockzilla,” the strap-on penis to put all other strap-on penises to shame, or is that penes?
Anyhow, Martha and Maxine had just received a new shipment and the ladies of Trails End were chomping at the bit to get a hold of one of these bad boys. According to Martha, the ever-growing sixty-plus crowd in town was looking for ways to spice up their sex life. Or in some cases have one. Again, according to Martha, men over a certain age have a hard time getting it up and keeping it up. In addition, if they did “get it up,” they couldn’t keep it there long enough to please their significant others. Therefore, the “Cockzilla” comes in handy..
Once the food was prepared, we set the table with an assortment of gels and edibles that helped enhance your sex life. As we arranged the items, Maxine handed us a box saying it was “Party favors.” Inside were individually boxed vibrators that glowed in the dark. Green Willie’s, made of PVC jelly, had a seven-inch long by one and a quarter inch wide dong, with multi-speed vibration. It was soft, pliable, and easy to use on all parts of your body the packaging said. It took two double-A batteries to operate the vibration and power its magical glow and that it was sure to please even the most discriminating men and women. Again, so the packaging said.
“Here,” Maxine mumbled as she pulled two out and handed them to Lucy and me. “They’re easy to find in the dark.”
“Thanks,” we both answered.
One could say that Lucy and I teetered most of the day between thinking this was the coolest shit we’d ever seen and wanting to laugh. I mean, two women in their late sixties, running a sex toy business was beyond cool, but you had to admit there was an element of humor. In addition, when you threw Max into the mix, with all his rumbling and brooding, the fact his mother sold sex toys ratcheted up the comical to damn near hysterical. That being said, we had to know.
“Maxine, I’m curious, what does Max think of your side business?”
“He ignores its existence, of course. When his father died ten years ago, I was still in my sexual prime. Kids, especially boys, don’t like to think their mothers are sexual creatures. I wasn’t dead yet and I knew I’d never remarry, so I looked for quality toys and found them with a company that sold them through home parties. I figured, what the hell, why not sell them. I needed somethin’ to keep me busy now that Tom was gone. Martha was intrigued—her husband gone as well—so she jumped on board and we’ve been the Passion Queens for about eight years now. As for Max, he knows better than to think he can stop me from doing what I want. He just grumbles if it’s brought up and walks away,” she laughed.
“What’s Mad Max’s story?” Lucy asked.
“Max? He’s just like me. He doesn’t like to admit it, though. He's stubborn, likes to run things, bossy, I guess you could say. Wants what he wants, won’t settle for
Lucy and I nodded with enthusiasm as Frank stood and announced, “That’s my cue to leave,” as headed towards the great room.
“The key to these is to use enough dough that you can make nice big balls on the side. The ladies love bitin’ into them,” Martha chuckled.
Just like that, we moved on from the killings and on to, well, sex. I’ll be honest though, the whole time we worked to get the house ready for the party, I expected the police to show and haul me away in handcuffs. In addition, after the lecture I received from Max I expected him to drop by as well. Thankfully, he had a business to run and didn’t have time to follow me home and chew on me again (Note to self: Never call brooding males when you’re in trouble.)
The next few hours we rolled, shaped, froze, and decorated for the evening’s festivities. This month’s theme, “Cockzilla,” the strap-on penis to put all other strap-on penises to shame, or is that penes?
Anyhow, Martha and Maxine had just received a new shipment and the ladies of Trails End were chomping at the bit to get a hold of one of these bad boys. According to Martha, the ever-growing sixty-plus crowd in town was looking for ways to spice up their sex life. Or in some cases have one. Again, according to Martha, men over a certain age have a hard time getting it up and keeping it up. In addition, if they did “get it up,” they couldn’t keep it there long enough to please their significant others. Therefore, the “Cockzilla” comes in handy..
Once the food was prepared, we set the table with an assortment of gels and edibles that helped enhance your sex life. As we arranged the items, Maxine handed us a box saying it was “Party favors.” Inside were individually boxed vibrators that glowed in the dark. Green Willie’s, made of PVC jelly, had a seven-inch long by one and a quarter inch wide dong, with multi-speed vibration. It was soft, pliable, and easy to use on all parts of your body the packaging said. It took two double-A batteries to operate the vibration and power its magical glow and that it was sure to please even the most discriminating men and women. Again, so the packaging said.
“Here,” Maxine mumbled as she pulled two out and handed them to Lucy and me. “They’re easy to find in the dark.”
“Thanks,” we both answered.
One could say that Lucy and I teetered most of the day between thinking this was the coolest shit we’d ever seen and wanting to laugh. I mean, two women in their late sixties, running a sex toy business was beyond cool, but you had to admit there was an element of humor. In addition, when you threw Max into the mix, with all his rumbling and brooding, the fact his mother sold sex toys ratcheted up the comical to damn near hysterical. That being said, we had to know.
“Maxine, I’m curious, what does Max think of your side business?”
“He ignores its existence, of course. When his father died ten years ago, I was still in my sexual prime. Kids, especially boys, don’t like to think their mothers are sexual creatures. I wasn’t dead yet and I knew I’d never remarry, so I looked for quality toys and found them with a company that sold them through home parties. I figured, what the hell, why not sell them. I needed somethin’ to keep me busy now that Tom was gone. Martha was intrigued—her husband gone as well—so she jumped on board and we’ve been the Passion Queens for about eight years now. As for Max, he knows better than to think he can stop me from doing what I want. He just grumbles if it’s brought up and walks away,” she laughed.
“What’s Mad Max’s story?” Lucy asked.
“Max? He’s just like me. He doesn’t like to admit it, though. He's stubborn, likes to run things, bossy, I guess you could say. Wants what he wants, won’t settle for
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