But he was nowhere to be found. In fact, I didn't see anybody I recognized. So I decided to follow the two gals up the stairs and perhaps introduce my...self. I figured at least I could get a phone number and catch them at a better time.However, I lost track of them in the vastness of the upstairs area. So many doors! They had to have gone into one of the rooms... but which one? There were no sounds coming from any of the rooms. Well, I figured, I guess I'll look in a few and see if I can find. Oh no no no. Taking a deep breath, I sifted through the rest of the box’s contents. There were several more magazines like the first one, all featuring a range of male on male sex acts I’d never even thought existed. Then, there were the DVDs. And the small plastic vibrator. I don’t know how long I stared at the array of objects in my lap, but as I shifted, I came to a startling revelation. I was wet. Really wet. The thought of my darling husband frantically stroking his cock to the images of. My penis got erected.I suddenly took that bra and smelled it. My god! I was heaven, I was kissing and smelling. A thought came in my mind, I took that bra and kept under my jeans exactly on my penis and went outside. Mama came then we had lunch I left. After coming home I took that.Bra and started masturbating smelling and kissing it. I did it thrice that day. And slept.Next week I again visited mama’s place but this time mami was not at home, ahe went to pick her child from school, I had talk. Feeling like the lad caught with his hand in the sweet jar I muttered an explanation, but the truth was that I had chosen it because I'd been excited by the subject matter, it didn't take Sara long to wheedle this out of me either."When do you watch these videos?" she asked."Whenever your mother is out at her bingo club," I grinned "she's usually gone until about midnight." Doesn't she ever wonder why you are so randy when she gets home?" she asked."She never bloody notices." I replied bitterly.