"I-I don't know...It doesn't feel like anything I've ever felt before." My mother said with a contemplative look on her face as she carefully slid her hand across the object under her to see just how long it was. "I thought it was simply hard and long and guessed that it was something like a can of soda or deodorant. But it isn't just hard as metal; and is actually quite soft in a certain way since I can still squeeze it a little."
"It's also really thick, where I can barely bring all my fingers around it, and is quite warm, like it's been sitting in the sun all day." My mother tried to wrap her fingers around the hot pole under her butt, but ultimately failed since the circumference of the rod was way too big for her small hands and there was also a layer of fabric blocking her way.
And while continuing to stroke and feel up the object below, my mother turned towards me and asked,
