“That’s right, Madison, that’s my entire fist you’re feeling.” My mind reeled in a dizzying spin. XXX I gasped. I smiled, knowing that plastic shaft mated to a matching hole in the back of each of my mother’s myriad of dildos, offering complete interchangeability on a whim. I sighed with relief as a post-orgasmic shudder trembled through me, glad that I didn’t have to go digging after them myself. Mother laughed and I felt my misplaced optimism melt away like a spill of ice cream on a hot summer sidewalk. I hissed through my teeth, feeling the cooling action spread as Mother worked her fingers, twisting and thrusting, sheathing her twin digits full-depth in the clutching embrace of my tight little shitter.
