.you canspend more time with your beloved Mummie" she'd said as she'd rubbedBobbie's viciously welted buttocks with soothing liniment, God bless her. ...Though youcertainly do cry rather easily, sweetheart...it's babyish, really." ThursdaysMummie's after-work cleaning schedule for poor Bobbie had focused on cleaningthe windows. particularly her big picture window inthe living room. To make sureBobbie didn't lollygag at this duty, and that he'd clean it as soon aspossible, Mummie had him wear a. Left him a jumble of conflictingemotions.I love my Mom...she means so much to me. A reassuring thought from hisdoppelganger tried to creep in between the gaps of Manuel's mental armorand comfort him. He snorted and blocked her out but his hands stilltrembled."You won't win that easily, (cough)" Manuel growled furious at thetemptation. He punched in Carlo's number from memory but found hisrecollection could not supply a memory of his friend's face.(BBBBRRRRIIIINGGGG) Manuel listened to the phone. I followed without waiting to be told.“Get in the tub” she instructed me. I stepped in and stood there nervously, unsure of what was about to happen. “Kneel down!” she said harshly pushing me down by the shoulders. Once I was on my knees she grabbed me roughly by the hair and pulled my head toward her, her other hand guiding her semi-erect cock into my mouth. I opened willingly and she shoved her cock roughly into my mouth. She grabbed both sides of my head and began skull fucking me. I choked. I could hear the sound of fabric on fabric, your breathing as loud as mine. My heart was pounding in my ears as I ran my hands over your clothes, driven on by the inhuman sounds you made as I grazed the firmness of your growing breasts testing how far you would let me go. You did not resist, so I dared to slip a hand under your top feeling the softness of your flesh, for the first time. Driven by instincts I’d never felt before my hands worked their way under your bra. I loved the way you.