Summer Fun

Living with your parents is exceptionally annoying, especially when you're 26 and have a fetish for crossdressing. It kind of hampers your "need" for putting on slutty outfits and parade yourself in front of a webcam with a pink-glass buttplug up your ass and a giant rubber cock vibrating away as it burns down your last pair of batteries.
But alas, it's the position i'm in and somehow i've made it this far without too many suspicions.

There was the incident a few months back when my mum and dad were at work and I took the opportunity to clean all my sex toys; taking them into the bathroom and giving them a good old wash and a spray with a sex toy cleaner. It says to leave it on for five minutes, so I left them on the side of the bathtub and went to fold my clothes. Unfortunately, still being of the male sex, my brain has a tendancy to be distracted by numerous things including (but no where near limited to); shiny objects, inspecting any kind of dark mark on the wall thinking it may be a bug, nudity, chocolate, coffee and playing with the cat; who at times like these decides she's very cute and needs attention.
So half and hour has gone by and my mum comes home. Now the key part of this situation : In order to go into the bathroom, one has to walk through my parents' room. So the second my mum gets home, walks up the hallway, shouts a greeting through my bedroom door and slams her own, it sinks in... I left my buttplug, black 4-tiered rotating dildo and pink anal beads on the side of the bath.

The shock flashes across my brain and I burst through my door shouting something incoherent in hopes to distract her, but it was too late. A little voice floats through the wooden door; "What are these?" - yeah, real tactful there, play dumb.
I open the door, walk through her room as she is coming out of the bathroom, neither of us making eye contact. I scoop up the pleasure devices and just stride out, closing my door and curl into a ball on the floor in humiliation.
Best thing was though, nothing has ever been said about it. Even after my tiny white and pink playboy thong somehow ended up in my normal washing which my mum washed and placed back into my clothes basket – nothing was ever mentioned.