My gaze fell to the collection of toys on the floor, and I picked up the anal plug. Crafted from black silicone, it was intimidatingly large—perhaps the width of my two thumbs combined—yet topped with a deceptively cute, heart-shaped end. Using the residual wetness glistening on Delilah's thighs as lubricant, I pressed on.
"Don't worry, Mom," I whispered, my index finger already circling her twitching rear entrance. "This is just a tool. A whore like you should be accustomed to having all her holes filled."
Delilah, even with her mind shattered and fully enslaved, could still feel a primitive instinct of fear. Her eyes widened at the sight of the plug's size, her body instinctively tensing.
"A-Adam... that's... too big..." she whimpered, the small, fearful voice only fueling my arousal. "Please... don't... I promise to serve you better... with my mouth... with my hands..."
