Give me a kiss, then bend over and kiss my cock.”He’s telling me what to do and here I am, not only asking for more, I’m craving more. Does he h...ve me under a spell or is he controlling me with some sort of mental telepathy“Do I try make it look real and natural?”“I hope so. I’ll make it real for you, if you will.”“You – are a very handsome young man – Hawley Battle. You should lose the retard act altogether, and use that naturally handsome face, and this sexy, manly body you were born with, to. I will be working simultaneously on an alternate version of this story with an alteration of the age of the characters to make it a "lolicon" story. I'll warn you when it's finished.--- It's been exactly eighteen years now since Eric became the father of two beautiful baby girls; one his own sister and the other his niece. Some years ago Eric began to feel his slave-mother was getting a bit old. Of course she still looked a lot younger than she actually was, but still when she reached her. I spent the rest of the time thinking about my Mother, about her breast and also the thought of them squashed against me. I dropped off to sleep eventually but again woke up around midnight. I got up quietly and went to Mother's room. Her light was on, she was sitting up but not crying, just looking blankly in front of her. Father was fast asleep by her side, snoring. Mother saw me at the doorway and motioned me to come to her. She hugged me tightly but I tried to keep my cock from touching. All are flabbergasted when Grace can tell each of them correctly where they or their families come from based on their dialect.The likeness between Abbie and Grace is also a topic of conversation. Both the guys and the women repeatedly comment about the chance of randomly meeting your doppelganger and laugh and enjoy Abbie’s reference of Grace as her mini-me.All in all, the evening goes rather well after a rocky start. When the game ended, the couples part heading out of the pub. Tim.