Her life as she had known it was over her little white tight pussy would never be the same. There was no way she could ever explain what had happened ...to her. She could feel the tip of his large black cock working it's way deeper inside her as he let her slide down the wall. Her own weight was impaling him into her. The only move she made was wincing from the pain of his cock punching through her cervix and into her womb.Eventually she felt his coarse pubic hair against her already swollen. She washed her hands, Robert had told her about doing things safely. This seemed safe, to wash her hands after shoving a plug up her ass.She moved and found it wasn't too bad there. It didn't hurt and she took the thong and put it on. It settled easily over her butt plug, and she looked in the mirror. She turned and looked at her ass, you couldn't tell she realized. You couldn't tell she had a plug shoved up her ass. Only Robert and She would know if she had one. That was right she decided,. It made me sad seeing her like that. So I hatched a plan. A plan that would change our lives forever. “Mom, what if... what if I gave you some,” I said it in a child like voice, knowing how crazy the idea sounded. “Oh, sweetie, that's very thoughtful of you but I don't think we could do that. Besides, I could never ask something like that from you, ” she said. “Why not ?” I asked a little hurt. “Well... because your my son and it would be inappropriate,” she replied. “I don't see how. If you. I’ll be right over.’ ‘I promise…’ Her voice grew softer. Now Dale Earnhardt would have been proud as hell of Joyce as she made her way down Chicago’s busy streets and over to Maggie’s house. Pushing and at times exceeding the speed limit, running though yellow lights, time seemed to slow to a crawl as Joyce fought traffic. Her mind was racing. Did she make a mistake by not calling the police or EMS? Would she find Maggie in a bathtub of crimson-red water? Perhaps she would just tire and just.