“Now, present to me.” Mr. Bradley ordered, as he twisted something on the bracelet. Denise watched as the woman bent over and spread her cheeks wi...h her hands.“Now, sit on the chair and bring yourself off.” he said.Her mother automatically did it, and sat on the chair, playing with herself. Denise watched in amazement as her mother masturbated in front of Mr. Bradley. Then he crouched down and got his face close to her as she then shuddered in orgasm.As her mother recovered, Mr. Bradley turned. She stared up in horror. The tree was somehow bigger. No, she was much smaller! “No, nah agan!” The now four foot tall healer whimpered in a slurred voice. She had been Sprite attacked back into slave-hood while being bred!Still, that didn’t explain her dizziness, or how hard it was to move and think. That’s when Opal spotted the tiny corpse at her feet. She had trouble focusing on it, but it told the tale with chilling accuracy. It was headless! Tasting blood in the back of her throat, Jasmine. When they returned back, I saw Mom glowing with happiness. Clearly she was enjoying her conjugal life. As usual Dad had brought lots of gifts for me. My school exams were also over and the results which came astonished me. I had done very good in all subjects and was among the top five in my class. It was ages since I had achieved such a good result. Mom was very very happy. Dad was also appreciative of my results.One night, in August, while I was peeping (It had become regular now) I heard mom. “Watch your mouth young man, and good sons shouldn’t talk about their fathers that way” she scolded me, half-heartedly it seemed. “Good sons also aren’t supposed to fuck their mothers” I smirked. “And he is an idiot mom, you’re so amazing and unbelievably sexy. He doesn’t treat you the way he should…..good for me though suppose”. I shouldn’t have said any of it. Carol and my dad’s relationship wasn’t something anyone talked about, hell my father would even scowl when Carol said anything.