I told Claire to go upstairs and get nylon stocking from her Mothers draw and the baby oil from the bathroom. When she returned I had a semi hard cock...just thinking about what next. I had Claire kneel on the floor beside me and put the stocking on the cock, it stiffened up immediately. Slowly she wanked me and squirted baby on to my cock and her hand; slowly she squeezed my cock from its base until her small hand just held the bell end of my cock between her thumb and index finger. Carol sat. Afraid of what was going on. Afraid that there was nothing that she could do to stop whatever it was that was happening to them. She had never felt so helpless and alone in her whole life. Standing by the door, she didn't know what to do or to say to her son. What could she say? Tell him the truth? What was the truth? Or maybe wait a while and see if they would change back to themselves? Hell, it didn't look like anything was going to change back to normal, at least not anytime soon, she. She rolled up her music and put away her Viola. She walked into her room with a pace going to her bed. She stopped suddenly as she slowly turned to a corner of her room swearing she saw a eerie green glow. She saw nothing now but a black shadow of darkness. She slowly walked to her desk, step by cautious step. A pair of red eyes stared at her feet as they slowly went by. She reached out as a knife slowly came from under the bed. She clicked the button for on as light illuminated the room. Their. "I certainly plan to," she replied, firmly, with a brisk smile that she intended to mean that she was friendly, but busy.Erick watched her go by, and followed her moving hips with interest and amusement. "Built like a brick shit house," he murmured to himself as he took in the firm but full shapes of Arlene's buttocks as she hurriedly walked across the room. "Wonder what those babies would feel like in my hands?" he mused to himself as he walked out onto the terrace to survey the morning.He.