You spread my legs, as I hear you deeply sigh, and dribble some baby oil over me. You start up at my neck and work it down over my breasts, taking you... time to massage it in and to tweak and squeeze my nipples. Then down rubbing in all over my stomach, and down to my mons.You have yet to clip my mons short, but you think this week here will teach you how to do that so I can be your sweet clean cunt baby.When you get to my slit and feel all my juices gushing out of me as you rub the oil over me,. The bed began to rock very slightly and I heard the faint but unmistakable sound of skin rubbing skin.. He was masturbating. There was no doubt he was awake and had been consciously molesting his own mother in her sleep, and now had worked himself up so much that he was jerking off beside her, still groping her body. His breathing and movement changed as he quickly neared orgasm. He stopped sucking and I heard him mumble softly to himself as he began to spray his jizz on my leg. “Shit!” I. Permission is granted todownload, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action containsthese disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story.All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and anyresemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. Theparameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at thediscretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no. Despite the change and the dark hungers prowling inside Damien, he still felt like himself. He still loved Abigail. If he didn't, then seeing her degraded over and over wouldn't hurt him. He had to believe that Abigail, beneath the domination her Sire had on her mind, was still fundamentally herself. She still loves me. She is fighting against her control, finding little ways to rebel and aide me.There was one power that could help him grab the key:.