Chris licked then slid two fingers into the already spit-lubed hole as Barbara lay back on the couch, eyes glazed over. The old woman let out a low groan. "Hmmyeah, you like that, love?" said Chris, his fake falsetto quivering with excitement. He continued gently thrusting his fingers in and out, only barely, until he finally drove them just a bit further. Barb tensed up. "Christian, s'that you?" Chris stayed silent. Barb pressed again "Chris..?"
"I'm here, Barbara Anne" replied Chris softly in the most angelic voice he could muster. "Please, no, stop, Christian..." Barbara sounded close to tears. "Alright we'll stop for now." Chris withdrew then licked his fingers clean. "You doing okaaay, Barbara?" Barbara remained silent. "Okay, that's enough finger-play, we can just talk or..." Chris sentence tapered off as he stood over Barb, who lay there, eyes closed, head turned to the side as if trying to distance herself from the looming shadow hovering above her.
"Okay, maybe we could try some..." Chris trailed off again as he very gently pulled Barbs legs apart some more, just enough for him to squeeze his hips between. Barbara remained still and almost silent, but muttered something very quietly about Bob. Chris pulled his bent cock out from his tight MLP girls panties. He pressed the head of it against her pelvis, just above the hole he had been interfering with and stopped, gauging her reaction. Still nothing. With that, he drove just the tip of his prick inside her, again stopping to see. Barb breathed in heavily, then exhaled, the noise sounding like a death rattle. Chris drove his cock in just a bit deeper until Barbara wrenched back, with a hollow but forceful "NO!".
Chris got up, a sly smirk on his face. "Okay, dear. You did much better. We can try again in a few days, mmmkay?" He walked to the door, then turned back. "I love you Mommy." Barbara didn't respond.