Bone pushed through the skin like pins into a voodoo doll. The bone blocked most of the blood from spurting out of my arm. But the drops that did spil... fell onto the lap of my white robe. My aching head started spinning, faster and faster, until it thumped on the moss covered ground. I was slightly aware of Angel wrapping my arm in the strips of cloth she had torn off of her robe. ‘Thanks Angie.’ I murmured thickly, trying to get my lips to work properly. Angel searched through her pockets and. I withdrew my finger and sat up. She got a disappointed look on her face, and started to cry. ‘You’re not leaving me again, are you Michael?’ ‘No Mum’ I said, ‘I need to do something.’ I reached down and taking the sides of her knickers I began to pull them down. She raised up her hips to allow me to get them down. I looked at her pussy as I was bringing them to her knees over her nylons. The mostly dark hair matched the hair colour I had seen in the pictures. It was still thick and curly. Which I knew was a bit strange. Which is why I hadn't shown it to him.And so, when my mom had sat down next to me on my bed after dad and Ashley had disappeared to organize the financial end of the deal, I had already begun to consider her as something else besides a mom. I'd become aware of her breasts. Of her lips. Of her long, silky hair. I'd also, and again I'd never told Kevin this, rummaged through my mom's underwear. Her bras. Her panties. I'd done things with said panties ... bad things. Even the smallest micropenis will grow to match an incubus’s needs. An incubus need sex, sex, and more sex! That’s all an incubus really needs, it’s only real, primal drive or urge, to fuck, fuck, and fuck some more!“And you’re Davis Sinclair, right? Yes, good. And that’s your girlfriend there ... wow! Did you know that she was boning the deputy, too?” Lilith asked the manager as she demonstrated the way that a small dick could and would grow to match a newly converted incubus’s status.“Davis.