left the house almost as soon as she had downed the mug. She almost certainly made it to her office before the drug could work its magic in her.









You took the largest sigh of relief in your life when you came out to the kitchen and saw that #1 Mom mug empty on the counter, black coffee ringed around the bottom, with the inside stained blue. You pressed your middle finger into the bag of blue and began massaging your taint as you thought about the assortment of heinous things he was doing to your mom now.





After all, he had a year’s worth of anger to work through, and the whole of your mom to work it out on. And you had your very own cock all todining room table writing a letter to her parents. When she was finished, she put it in the envelope, licked and sealed it before heading out to send it.

While she was gone, you took the time to go to her still-open gmail account and delete your message to her, effectively burying the only smoking gun.





When she got back, she had a different e-mail, this one actually from the head office saying that one of her employees checked in that morning, and checked out a few hours later, and never came back. As she read the message, she began coughing. The next morning, she was the one who showed up to work. Diligently so, with a smile on her face. The empty office gave her the strange feeling of