Two days had passed since that first night with MaXiNE on the chat site and the night Carla had grown closer with her son, Nick, or so she thought. Truth be told, she hadn't spoken with Nick since. He would lurk around, eating meals alone, waiting until it was time for his classes before he would suddenly leave with nary a peck on her cheek.

A follow-up conversation with Nick about that night would be needed, but for now Carla awaited an important package, and she cannot miss its arrival. Her mind wandered to the message she received the day before, informing her of a delivery arriving in the evening. Her hands shook anxiously at the prospect of receiving the box containing the items she ordered that night with MaXiNE.

Mimi, entered the kitchen from outside. Carla pondered where her daughter just came from, at the crack of dawn, and how she looked.

Mimi wore nothing more than a thin jacket and sheer gown which barely covered her privates. Her breasts seemed larger, straining against the fabric of her delicate attire. Mimi strutted towards her confidently, her eyes held undeniable determination. Without asking permission, she walked over to her mother and gave her a firm kiss on the cheek, lingering longer than necessary.

"Morning, mom," Mimi greeted seductively, exposing her cleavage while doing so. She smirked when her mother blushed, looking at her appraisingly.

"So, umm, why are you awake so early? Didn't you go clubbing last night?" Carla asked.

"Oh yeah, that," Mimi laughed lightly, turning towards the kitchen counter, leaning casually against it, crossing her legs provocatively. Dodging the subject, Mimi teasingly waved a box in her hand. "Oh, by the way, I found this package by the kitchen door. The delivery driver probably came late, so put it on the back porch, hoping nobody would swipe it. Idiot." Mimi chortled. "Yours?" Mimi asked with a smile. As soon as the words escaped her mouth, her gaze fell upon her mother's body again, causing Carla to feel increasingly exposed.

Carla took the package and inspected it. "Thanks!" she replied awkwardly, her voice betraying her nervousness.

Before Mimi could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from upstairs. It was Nick. Still groggy, he stumbled down the steps clutching a bottle of water. He noticed the two women standing close to each other, intently focused on the box. Carla felt embarrassment well up inside her, knowing Nick would notice the package addressed to her from MaXiNE sooner rather than later.

Mimi sensed the growing discomfort in the room. Seeing her chance to exit the conversation without revealing she clubbed the entire night away, Mimi quickly said, "Well, I have to go to class after an all-night study session. Goodbye loser!' Mimi said, directed towards Nick.

"Goodbye, mom." Mimi said, low and seductively, brazenly kissing Carla on the lips.

Carla froze, unsure what exactly was happening. Then with a skip and a bounce, Mimi exited back through the kitchen door.

Nick stepped forward, drinking from his bottled water, and speaking the first full sentence to Carla since that drunken night, asked, "So, am I supposed to kiss you on the mouth now too?"

Carla felt herself flush with color, seeing her son's confused expression at what just transpired. The kiss shared with Mimi… it meant something else entirely. Carla knew this, her rational brain reassured her. Yet here stood her son, perplexed by a simple goodbye kiss, perhaps thinking differently.

"My sweet, sweet boy." Carla said, patting Nick on the cheek.

As the morning dragged on, the quiet resumed between them, punctuated occasionally by brief interactions and passing questions. Nick went to school, leaving her alone, once again.

Carla grinned and ran to her room to open the package. Carefully unfolding the layers of paper covering the contents, she couldn't help but feel excited and slightly guilty about these objects hidden within. There was a larger pink object, almost penial in shape, per MaXiNE's description, and a smaller, almost bead-shaped object, as well as various batteries, chargers and a means of downloading software, all with the logo that read "luv-R."

Logging on to Desert_Desserts Carla was immediately greeted by MaXiNE who seemed genuinely glad to hear from her.

"Did you get the set?" MaXiNE asked excitedly, her voice still coming through the speaker after Carla had set up the virtual assistant Jill to read aloud MaXiNE's private messages.

As Carla held up the largest piece to the camera, MaXiNE squealed, "Yes! Let's get you set up."

MaXiNE instructed patiently, guiding Carla step by step through setting up and connecting the devices. "Just remember, it's easy to use, simply insert your favorite attachment, turn it on, and let the magic happen."

Carla giggled softly, looking toward the larger device as MaXiNE spoke, her fingers tracing the curves, creating a sensual image in Carla's mind. Carla felt aroused and eager as she moved closer to the computer monitor, imagining herself using the device. She clicked accept on the terms and conditions agreement pop-up window, confirming her identity, age, and address as requested. After a few moments, a notification appeared on the display announcing successful activation.

"Okay, we are almost there." MaXiNE continued her checklist. "I already explained the token system."

"Yes, viewers spend money to buy tokens, who then send tokens to broadcasters, who then exchange the tokens for money." Carla reprised. "Otherwise, we're doing 'bad' things." Carla said chuckling.

MaXiNE continued softly laughing herself, "We set you up with a standard Mini-Tip-Menu, various acts for standard token amounts. Something you should consider changing, as oh, by the way, the luv-R system will now activate with those too." MaXiNE added mischievously.

Carla nodded slowly, getting the hint. This device, combined with her online persona, promised to offer her a whole new level of freedom, excitement and financial independence, opening doors previously closed to her. Overwhelmed by her initial success, Carla sat on her bed contemplating everything that had occurred in recent days – the chat sites, the luv-R system arriving in a package at her house, in front of her children. It was surreal.

For someone used to living behind a facade of normalcy, it felt strange having such personal possessions laying around. Carla hesitated briefly, considering whether to test out her newly acquired devices. After all, they were made for pleasure and experimentation. And today, she was ready to take the plunge, literally and figuratively. She grabbed the larger phallic luv-R device, opened her robe, moved aside her panties, and slid it inside her.

As she was looking up to the camera to give permission, a pulse began to ripple through her, gradually building up until her breath caught sharply. As Carla felt waves of electric sensation travel along every nerve ending, sending intense feelings throughout her body, she cried out in ecstasy. Gripping the table tightly, Carla arched her spine and moaned loudly.

"Jesus Christ, yes!" Carla exclaimed, biting her lip, closing her eyes as another wave hit her. Feeling overwhelming urges coursing through her veins, the need to climax became irresistible.

A notification came up on the main chat, "MaXiNE sent 100 tokens: Flash Breasts."

Carla gasped. Taking one breast into her hands, she cupped it tenderly, pinching the nipple gently and letting it slide between her fingers, teasing. MaXiNE watched closely, giving suggestions about poses and positions. Carla followed MaXiNE's lead, trying various combinations and angles.

Then another wave hit her, bringing more intense pleasure, a stronger urge. Another message popped up on the main chat, "MaXiNE sent 150 tokens: Flash Pussy."

Without missing a beat, Carla slipped her fingers down to her dripping wet cleft. With a gentle push, her labia parted, exposing her dark hole to the audience.

Her heart raced as the thought of the people watching intensified her arousal. Carla looked straight into the camera, meeting MaXiNE's gaze head-on, taking charge. Carla leaned against the table, spreading her legs wide apart, providing better access to her most intimate parts.

"We're finally ready for that roleplay again, but proper." MaXiNE voice came through the speaker. "Take the bead in your hand. It is my touch and no one else's. I run my index finger over the lips of your mouth, parting your lips with it." MaXiNE sent 11 Tokens, a random level 11 second pulse, through the luv-R Tip-Menu.

Carla followed MaXiNE's instructions, putting the smaller luv-R bead against her lips, when the pulse came through it also came through the bead.

The vibrations traveled directly from the tip of the bead into her own tongue and throat, tickling every sensitive spot. Her mind wandered as the rhythmic movements caused Carla to swallow involuntarily. Moans escaped her lips, heightening her sense of arousal and desire. 

She began whispering dirty words and asking MaXiNE what to do next. The intensity grew higher, faster.

"I gently kiss your neck." MaXiNE instructed, sending another 11 Token pulse.

This time, Carla received a powerful burst of energy, causing her entire body to convulse violently. The sensation quickly subsided, replaced by a lingering warmth emanating from deep within her core.

This cycle repeated itself several times - a series of electrifying shockwaves paired with erotic instructions from MaXiNE. Each round intensified her desire, increasing the tempo of her breath and racing her heart.

Following MaXiNE's guidance, Carla changed position, moving onto her knees, lowering her face near the tabletop. Spreading her legs further apart, presenting herself completely exposed. Her passion ignited by this point; Carla was willing to try anything.

"Remember when I said you should have customized the standard Mini-Tip-Menu choices?" MaXiNE asked with a seductive whisper.

"MaXiNE sent 5,000 Tokens: Take the day off." A message chirped. A pulse started to build up, radiating heat towards Carla's core. Every fiber of her body began to respond instantly. Clenching her teeth, she grunted in anticipation. The intensity escalated rapidly, turning Carla into a trembling mass of quivering flesh. Just as she reached the brink of collapse, she found release in the form of an earth-shattering orgasm. The world blurred around her as her senses returned. Carla could barely recall her name, much less her surroundings.

"Goodnight fellas." MaXiNE told a silent, unresponsive chat. As Carla's camera went dark and her mic went silent, having given MaXiNE moderator rights in the prior session.

Carla stared back at her reflection in the mirror, still slightly disoriented. Her skin flushed red with embarrassment. It seemed that with each passing moment spent exploring her new boundaries, she was discovering a deeper layer of confidence buried somewhere inside her. It wasn't just sex anymore — it was becoming therapy for her wounded soul.

"Mom," A muffled voice was heard, "Are you in there?" Mimi asked.

Carla forced herself to regain composure. Turning toward the door, she saw Mimi standing there with a worried expression. How long would it take for Mimi to notice something amiss? Not wanting to alarm her unnecessarily, Carla opted for a lighthearted tone. "Just fine, sweetie," she replied calmly.

"Can I come in?" Mimi asked.

Carla relented and gestured for Mimi to enter. Once inside, Mimi glanced around the room curiously, observing the scattered devices strewn across the floor. Seeing Carla sitting half-naked, she couldn't hide her astonishment.

"Is everything okay, mom? You seem...different." Mimi probed gently.

Carla gave a faint smile, shrugging noncommittally. "Nothing serious, dear. Just testing some new products for work." She lied smoothly, hoping to appease any concerns Mimi might have.

Despite her unease, Mimi trusted her mother implicitly. Still, her curiosity piqued and not wanting to be outdone started her conversation bluntly.

"So, your thoughts?" Mimi asked without context, lifting her dress and exposing her womanhood to Carla.

Carla was taken aback by the suddenness of her daughter's action but was now more experienced than her daughter could ever fathom. "Looks cute, but what am I supposed to judge exactly?" Carla asked nonchalantly.

"My pubic hair. It's ugly, isn't it?" Mimi queried.

Carla suppressed a laugh at how casually her daughter approached these topics. "You know, darling, I think it suits you. If you like the color and want to change the style, feel free. But remember, fashion trends change frequently, and we may end up feeling dissatisfied later on.”

"I was thinking of shaving it completely smooth. It'd grow back, right?" Mimi asked.

"Well, baby girl, maybe consider trimming it rather than removing all the hair entirely. Then you get the freedom to decide whether you prefer it longer or shorter whenever you please." Carla reassured with love and care, smiling down affectionately upon her daughter.

"Thanks, mom," Mimi answered with gratitude, embracing her mother. "I appreciate your honesty and advice."

Carla held her close, returning the affection. Mimi then left bouncing, her skirt along with it. Carla smiled, watching her retreating form, then turned back to contemplate herself in the mirror once more.

Still unsure of what to make of it all, Carla knew she needed to confront the truth sooner or later – she was enjoying this aspect of herself far more than she ever expected. After all, hadn’t she lived a life of restraint and conservativism before? Wasn’t it time for a bit of adventure and liberation?

A smile grew on Carla's lips as she logged back into Desert_Desserts, MaXiNE wasn't online, but it was just as well. She put up a poll to those viewers who found their way back to the room.

The poll read. "Full bush or shaved smooth? If the latter would you want me to broadcast it?"

The chat room became alive with debate on which option was the superior choice. Some were quick to argue that full bush was classier, more mature, and undeniably feminine. In contrast, others argued that going fully shaven made women appear younger, and more open to experimentation.

In the end, the choice was hers. With a mixture of trepidation and excitement, Carla closed her eyes and typed: "Shave it!"

Immediately, the users in the chat room descended upon her answer, flooding the comments section with enthusiasm and speculation alike. Amused by the diversity of opinions, Carla scrolled through the feed. The consensus was clear on one point: Carla must broadcast the shaving live, and at her place of work.

"I will definitely do it live, for the best people I've ever met! I'll let you know when." Carla typed, then logged off. She would need advice from MaXiNE first, however.

"What did they mean by 'place of work'?" Carla wondered.