But as I stared at the man in front of me, I saw no sign of the woman who had once been my mother. Instead, I just saw Keith... the man I loved. The m...n whom I had just promised to spend the rest of my life with. I only saw my husband. I had long ago decided that life before the Great Shift didn't matter. That was a whole other life. But it wasn't my life now. That wasn't me now. I was no longer a teenage boy named Brian Clark and hadn't been for a very long time. I was Emily Smith... or Mrs.. Once I had them subdued, the fun would start. In preparation for my assault, I had rope, gags, my cameras, [video and still], a bottle of viagra, assorted sex toys, my razor sharp skinning knife, and double edged dagger. If I played my cards correctly, she would never be able to lead them to me and her body would become a trophy to remember. My plan went into action on a sunny November day at about 11am.I drove by her house and noticed her starting her walk up the road and that set the plan in. "oh shit" I scramble to get something on I seesome of Angie's 2 sizes too big clothes and put them on door knocks again"I'm coming" I say. I finally put something on get to the door and see amassive 6'3 black guy I sqeak a "yes" out the guy says nicely "Hi youdon't know me, but I live a floor down, and my toilets overflowing andyou're the first person whose door I knocked who's home and we can sureuse an extra pair of hands" . I said " sure what the hell" I follow himinto the hallway and down. I didn't wait for what I knew would be her request when she settled down. And besides, I wanted to keep her on the sexual high she was at. So I took her ankles in my hands, positioned myself on the couch, moved the head of my cock to the lips of her pussy and began to slowly ease forward until it disappeared. Then I stopped and allowed her to get used to its size.Patiently I waited a full two minutes before I fucked a little more of my erection into her. Then I fucked her with just that small.