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                           The Monkey's Penis
                          (Chapters 6-7 of 13)

                    Copyright (c) 2000-2002 by Jafar




Summary: mind control, Mf, incest, some ff
David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides
with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to
turn the tables. But watch out ...

See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect
material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you,
simply stop now.

Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof
of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to
any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all
fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this
at home.

Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just
do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.

Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a
yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you
that this is the way of the universe.

Live well!



                               Fuck Bunny
                               ---- -----



"I wonder who that could be," Paul mused, then walked to the front
window and looked out. "Why, it's your girlfriend, David."

"Katie?!" David sprang suddenly to her feet and almost got slapped in
the face by her own boob. "She can't see me like this!" she squeaked,
scampered to the coat closet, and hid inside.

"You too, Lydia. She'll certainly notice that there's something ...
different ... about you!"

Lydia pressed her chest forward. "Do you think my breasts will
intimidate her, Paul?"

"You have absolutely no competition in the perky tit department, Lydia.
Now into the closet."

Lydia strolled to the closet, then stepped in with her son -- ehr,
daughter.

"Hey!" David complained. "This is MY closet!"

"Shut up and move over, bitch!"

"Mom!"

"I'd better go too, Paul," Professor Mulholland sighed. "I don't seem
to be able to control what comes out of my mouth."

"I don't know. You seemed to do pretty good with that sentence."

"Do you think?" she smiled, then frowned, "Oops." The spot on her skirt
freshened with new urine. "I'd ... better go." She went to the closet
and stepped in with the other two ladies.

"It's getting freaking crowded in here!" David complained. "And stop
groping my breasts, Mom!"

"They're just so irresistibly pert, sweetie."

"Well, stop!"

Patricia pulled the door shut.

Paul answered the door with his best sleazy smile. "Hi, sweetie."

"Don't you 'sweetie' me, Paul Spellman. Where's David?"

"David didn't make it to class today because he grew breasts and lost
his gonads and just couldn't bare his face with all that shame. Guess
that means you're in the market for a new boyfriend."

"Paul," she sighed, "David and I have something special together.
You've always been jealous of it, but you've never understood that it's
based on mutual respect. If you'd only-- oh, why do I even bother
explaining to you? Is David back in his room?"

"David's in the coat closet, hiding his new tits from you."

"Paul, stop it. Where's Ms Moreno? I don't know why she even lets you
hang around here."

"Lydia's in the coat closet too. Probably fondling her son's new
boobies."

"You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

"Wanna see something nifty?" He reached into his pocket, pulled
something out, then held it out in his palm.

Katie twitched her mouth. "It looks like a stick. What's so nifty about
that?"

"It's a magic charm. It grants wishes. It started off, centuries ago,"
he grinned, "as a monkey's penis."

"Eeeewwww!"

"Watch this." Paul gripped the artifact in his fist and shut his eyes.
Several moments later, he opened them. "Done," he grinned.

"What's done?"

Paul walked behind the couch, retrieved an object and brought it back.
It was a woman's headband with two eighteen-inch hot pink fuzzy bunny
ears sprouting from the top of it.

Katie raised an eyebrow. "Bunny ears?"

"Fuck-bunny ears," Paul corrected her. "Here, try them on."

"No. No way." She stepped around him and started back toward David's
bedroom. "David?" she called.

A high pitched giggle came from the coat closet as she walked past it,
and she stopped.

"I told you, he's in the closet, getting his new boobies groped."

"Paul, you are-- "

"Mom! Stop it!" came a hiss from the closet.

Katie opened the closet door to reveal three astonished faces. Sort of
like three naked deer, lustfully groping each other in the headlights,
if you like strained cliches.

"Uhm ... hi, Katie," her boyfriend greeted her an octave higher than
usual, breasts hanging off his torso.

"D-David? What are-- "

"Hi, Rebecca," Lydia said smugly, favorably comparing her own pert
breasts to the younger woman's.

"Ms Moreno?!"

"Hi ... uhm ... Katie," Professor Mulholland waved as the wet spot on
the front of her skirt grew larger.

"I .. uhm ... don't even know how to ask."

"Katie," David choked up. "Please ... don't look at me ... not when ...
I'm like this ...."

Big pink fuzzy bunny ears were placed on Katie's head from behind then,
and the anxiety washed off her face. "But you're so YUMMY, David! What
CUTE little MOUNDS! You're ALL so YUMMY!" she smiled, vacant except for
a lusty hunger showing in her face.

"K-Katie?!"

"Call me 'Bunny', David! And I wanna pile in with you all!" She began
unbuttoning her blouse.

"You BASTARD!" David wailed, tears bunching up in her eyes. "What have
you DONE to HER?!"

Bunny had her bra off now. "Ooooh, look, David! Your breasts are bigger
than MINE! Oh! They're so PERT!"

"Katie, no! Don't grab-- ungh! oh! Katie! Don't! I can't ... think ...
when you ... oh, yeeeessss ... yessss ... ohgod, YES!"

"What's that, David?" Bunny asked innocently, squeezing his mounds.

"Fuck me!" she gasped, sinking to her knees, then turning around and
cocking her ass up high in the air. "Fuck me, Katie!"

"My son," Lydia muttered, "The bitch in heat ...."

"Please! Fuck me!"

Paul pulled the bunny ears off Katie, and her simple look of sweet
lust-hunger twisted into a grimace of horror. "Paul! Good God! What
have you DONE to him?!" She glanced up at Ms Moreno, who was fingering
her slit. "What have you done to THEM?! What are you DOING to them, you
monster?!"

"Fuck me!" David gasped, shaking her ass. "Please, fuck me!"

The contents of Katie's stomach were snaking around her in her abdomen,
looking to escape. How could someone DO this to another human being?
"Paul?!" He was a hideous ... THING!

"I like him kinda better this way," Paul grinned, watching David.

Katie had never conceived that a person's soul could be so
maggot-riddled and worm-eaten as Paul's. And he was reaching toward her
with those bunny ears. "Paul ... don't."

He slipped them on her head, and a calmness, then a sexy little heat
washed over her features. She unsnapped her pants and slid them and her
panties to the floor, then got down on all fours too. "Fuck me too,
Paul! Fuck me too!"

"Katie! Fuck me!" David whined.

"Stop it!" she slapped David's ass. "I don't have the equipment. Get
PAUL to fuck you -- AFTER he fucks me!"

"But I don't want HIM to." David was still on all fours and felt her
mother's hands move to her breasts and rub them.

"We need to make my little girl into a woman, don't we?" Lydia
whispered loudly.

"Nnnnnggggg! ... Okay! Yes!" David wiggled her ass. "Fuck me, Paul!
Fuck me!"

"Fuck me first, Paul!" Katie told him.

"No! Me! Fuck me! Make me into a woman!"

"Hmmmm," Paul sighed, a faint smile on his face. "Dueling pussies." He
reached to Katie's head and removed the bunny ears again.

"Whaaaa ... ?" she asked sluggishly.

"Pau-au-auau-aul! Fuck me!" David whined on all fours beside her. "Make
me a WOMAN!"

Katie realized that she was on her hands and knees too, that she had
crawled down into that position herself, and that she had been begging
Paul to fuck her when he removed those damnable bunny ears.

"You ... monster ...," she whispered, not changing positions. Several
drops of sex juices leaked from her pussy to the carpet.

"Guess I am, aren't I?" Paul agreed. "A real atrocity on the population
of humanity, eh?"

"Yes ...."

"Tell you what, then. You're free to go."

"To ... go ... ?"

"Yeah. Yank on your clothes and escape to freedom. I won't force you to
stay here and participate in something this truly horrible."

"But ...."

"No, no ... I am quite sure that this whole scene just disgusts you
fully as much as it disgusts me. How could ... any human being do ...
this ... to fellow human beings?" David was on all fours, begging to be
made to scream with orgasms like a REAL woman. Ms Moreno was leaning
against the wall in just thigh-high boots, having removed her thong,
and fingering herself. Professor Mulholland was leaning against another
wall, looking so overcome with lust that she might fall over in orgasm
at any moment.

"See you later, Katie," Paul said gently.

"But ... I ...."

"Scram, kiddo. You're better than this. Get outta here before your
innocence gets compromised and you start LIKING this filth."

"But ... but I'm wet ...," she whispered.

"What's that?" Paul smiled. "You WANT to stay?"

"No! No, this is horrible!"

"Okay. Go, then. See ya later."

"I can't," she whimpered. "I'm soooo ... WET!"

"Then you DO want to stay."

"Pau-au-auau-aul!" David whined, shaking her ass beside Katie. "Fuck
me!"

Paul ignored the begging bitch. "So you DO want to stay and get fucked,
Katie?"

Katie stared at her boyfriend begging. The bitch. This whole scene
turned her stomach. "Noooo ...." A quarter cup of lubricant oozed out
of her pussy and down her thighs. "The ears ...," she whispered.

"Okay, Katie. Time to shit or get off the pot. Do you want to stay? And
participate in this horrible den of sin?"

"No. But put the ears back on me, and then I will have no choice!"

"Or do you want to go? To escape to freedom?"

"No. Yes -- I mean yes, I do. But if you put the fuck bunny ears back
on me, I won't be able to escape, and I'll have to stay and fuck and
suck and lick and maybe you'll even make me stick something up my
boyfriend's pussy! Or maybe up his ass! Her ass! Put the ears on me,
and I'll HAVE to stay, Paul!"

"Oh, no, I couldn't do THAT, Katie! I respect you far too much to force
you to-- "

"PUT the goddam motherfucking ears back on my fucking HEAD, Paul!
NOW!!"

Paul shrugged and slipped the buck bunny prosthetic on her head.

"Oh, yeeeeeeaaaaaahh ...," she sighed as simplicity -- no ulterior
motives than plain old lust -- gently lit up her face. "Fuck me, Paul!"
she wriggled her ass. "Fuck me! Please!"

Patricia Mulholland was shaking her head while the stain on the front
of her skirt grew a little larger. This wasn't right. Something twisted
was going on here.

"Fuck me!"

"No, fuck ME!"

"They're like mewling kittens," Paul mused.

"Oh, goddammit," Lydia sighed as she sank to her hands and knees.
"They're making ME all hot and bothered." She started wriggling her ass
too. "Fuck ME, Paul! Fuck ME!"

"You wanna join them?" Paul asked Professor Mulholland.

"N-no ...," she shook her head.

"Your loss. 'Sides, you'll be begging anyway once I insert my cock up
your pussy twin's pussy." Paul removed his pants and cast them to the
side. "Okay, Dovey," Paul patted David's ass. "I'm going to plug you,
but you're going to have to beg me first."

"Oh, PLEASE!" David begged, lowering her face to the carpet and
wriggling her pussy enticingly. "Fuck me! Just please FUCK me!"

Patricia shook her head again. This was very much not right. And it was
getting hard to think past the lust.

Paul lightly traced his erection up and down Dovey's slit, wetting it
with the pussy juices running out.

"PLEASE!" David screamed, clawing at the carpet in anticipation. "DO
me!"

Not right at all. Patricia, drenching her skirt in her anxious
excitement, dug in Paul's discarded pants and fished out the magical
artifact. If she didn't do this now, she would momentarily be too wet
to think.

"Can you feel me tickling you with my prick back here, Dovey?"

"Oh, YES!" Tears of anticipation were coming out of David's eyes.

"I'm going to make you a woman, Dovey."

"PLEASE! YES! PLEASE FUCK me!"

Patricia held the monkey's penis in her fist.

Paul felt that something was wrong and looked over his shoulder. It
took him a moment to interpret Patricia's closed eyes, her hand in a
fist in front of herself, but then he realized that she held the penis,
that she was making a wish ....

"Nnnoooooooo ...," he wailed, rising, turning, leaping for her ....

Reverse this, she thought, reverse this all from the beginning ....

So that these atrocities do not come to pass.

========================================================================
                               Yang-Swing
========================================================================



                           The Python of Love
                           --- ------ -- ----



Lydia was dreaming about work. David Gillespy, the attorney that had
originally hired her at the law office, had recently hired a young
oriental tart named Min Li. Lydia did an excellent job, precise and
rapid, and really did not need any more help. Certainly not from a girl
that she considered nothing more than eye candy for the men in the
office. They were careful, being lawyers, but Lydia could still see
that they just wanted a pretty young thing that would smile and bat her
eyes for them.

In the dream, Min Li had gotten Lydia her coffee and was trying her
best to be friends with her, but Lydia still just acted extremely cool
toward her. Finally, Min Li came up behind her where she sat and began
massaging her shoulders.

Try as she might, Lydia could not shrug off the younger girl's attempts
at friendship. The massage just felt too good. Lydia closed her eyes
and leaned back, letting Min Li's fingers work their magic ...

After a few minutes, Lydia felt that something was off and realized
that Min Li's hands had wandered to her breasts!

"I-- What?!" Lydia asked, starting to sit up.

"Just relax and enjoy, Ms Moreno. Lydia." Min Li whispered in her ear.
"Let yourself be absorbed by the pleasure. Be absorbed INTO the
pleasure ... you WANT this."

Lydia wanted to make a fuss, wanted to protest, wanted to tell her that
this was not at all appropriate, but the massage had just relaxed her
too much. She couldn't bring herself to push the younger woman away,
couldn't bring herself to tell her to stop. And every moment that she
didn't, the younger woman's ministrations sucked more and more of the
resolve out of her. Unable to resist her, Lydia leaned back with a sigh
and let Min Li have her way and continue.

One by one, Min Li unbuttoned most of Lydia's blouse, then parted the
front and snuck her hand lightly inside to dance around on the older
woman's bra-covered breast.

The office door opened then, and Francine, one of the receptionists,
walked in and saw the two women engaged in something ... something
definitely inappropriate.

She screamed.

Lydia startled awake, then rolled over in bed, not entirely sure that
the scream had been only in the dream. She sat up, checked the time --
10:15 P.M. -- then put on her robe and walked out into the hall.
David's lamp was on, so she went to check on him.

"Honey?" she asked softly as she neared his door.

"Mom! Don't! Give me just a minute before you come in!"

"What is it, honey?" she asked, entering his doorway, then halted, her
jaw dropping.

Her son sat there on the bed, eyes wide with stunned guilt, sporting a
raging erection.

But the tip of his penis was at eye level!

Her son's penis was three and a half feet long and as thick around as
her elbow!

"David ... what?!"

"I don't KNOW, Mom! I didn't MEAN to! I just woke, and here it was!
Like THIS!"

"David, it's ..." she swallowed hard "... it's ENORMOUS!"

"I know, Mom. But I can't help it!."

"Does it ... hurt?"

"No ... no, 'hurt' isn't the word for it."

Lydia got a concerned look. "What IS the word for it, then, David?"

"I-- it-- look, I can't tell you."

"David, you can tell me anything. I'm your mother."

"No, I-- I can't!"

"David! This is not normal. Now, please, tell me what you're feeling so
we can try to figure out what happened." She reached for his member to
gently see if there were any clues as to how this occurred.

"I-- it feels good, okay? I mean, it feels really, REALLY good! And ...
and you NEED to stop touching it, Mom!"

Lydia frowned. She discouraged masturbation in her son, since she was
sure that it led to the demeaning of women. But under these
circumstances -- she wasn't sure it was David's fault that it felt so
good to him. Something extreme had happened. Really, he was just so
enormous now!

"Mom! Please! Don't!"

Lydia realized that her mind had become a little excited, and that her
hands had subconsciously tightened and squeezed his huge member. She
released her grip, took a deep breath and refocused.

"David," she said calmly, "I'm just trying to see what has happened, to
see if we need to take you to the emergency room or what. And I'm quite
baff-- David, it just twitched."

"I know," David said, trying to breathe deeply and think of
sex-repelling things like his grandmother pulling out her false teeth
and then vomiting all over him. "I need ... I need to calm down. You
really can't touch it, mother. Not at all."

"David, it's leaking at the tip."

"It's just pre-cum, mother," David said, still trying to breathe deeply
and visualize repugnant things.

"David! Your language!" she said, then reached for the head.

"Mom! Do NOT!"

She pulled the stiffie to bring the tip toward her while David shut his
eyes and prayed for horrible repulsive thoughts to make him limp. She
wiped a little of the pre-ejaculatory liquid with her fingers, then
rubbed it between them, looking closely for any signs of bleeding or
other abnormality.

Her nose started wrinkling as she did this, and she sniffed, bringing
the pre-ejaculate toward her nose. "David ..." she sighed, feeling
quite heady, "This smells ... strange ... not entirely ... bad ....
sort of ... goo-o-ooo-oood ...." She shook her head to clear it. This
was her son, this seriously affected his health, and she had to
concentrate! She subconsciously wiped the pre-cum off on her robe, near
her crotch.

"Mom, maybe we should both go back to bed and see how it is in the
morning. It might be all better."

"No, David, we need to determine how bad this is -- how immediately we
need to seek help for it. Now angle your pelvis down to get this thing
more horizontal so we can examine it."

David did as he was told, but his cock twitched again, pushing out
another cup of pre-cum.

Lydia tried to examine her son's member, but, God!, the SMELL of that
liquid!

"David (deep breath) you say that this (deep breath) was just here
(deep breath) when you awoke? Mmmm ... something is making me feel
funny ... (deep breath) ... woozy ...."

"Yes-- yes, ma'am."

She moved nearer to the tip, toward that liquid, that pre-cum. "David,
I need (deep breath) to ask -- did you touch yourself last night (deep
breath) before going (deep breath) to bed?" She shook her head, feeling
almost intoxicated somehow.

"Mom, I-- no, no I didn't," he lied. But how could he tell his mother
that he had masturbated a few hours ago?

"David, I think we should-- aaawwww, fuck it!" She stood from her
squatting position and threw one leg over the hard cock, straddling it,
then began sliding her pantied pussy up and down the position near the
head.

"MOM!" David's eyes grew in terror. "Mom! You CAN'T!"

Lydia had a death grip on his pecker just below the head and was
sliding her pelvis back and forth on the top surface of his erect cock.
It wasn't the sensitive underside, but then the whole organ seemed to
be super-sensitive since growing like this.

"Wheee-hah!" she said, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.
"Ride'em cowgirl! The pussy on a pony!"

"Mommmmmrrrrrrgh!" David clenched as a gallon-sized squirt fired across
the room into his closet doors, which sounded like they'd been kicked
by a mule.

Lydia's eyes flew open in time to see the second gallon-sized squirt
fire and hit the closet slightly above the first splat. She immediately
stuck her hands down in front of the cannon she was riding, aimed to
intercept the next artillery round.

The third squirt was about three-quart-sized, and Lydia caught much of
it in her hands, which she brought to her mouth and began licking
frantically.

The next three squirts got progressively smaller while Lydia cleaned
her palms of jism.

She stepped off his deflating member and turned to him. "David!" she
said in a loud whisper, her eyes wide and glittering with excitement.
"That ejacu-- fuck it, your CUM tastes ... INCREDIBLE, David!"

"MOM!"

"Shut up and get hard again for me, baby!" she said, walking over to
the closet door and wiping up fingerfuls oozing from the impacts, then
inserting them in her mouth.

"Mom! We can't-- "

"David mmmmpth mmmmm don't you sass me! Quit being mmmmmphth such a
mmmmmm candy-assed pussy! Get that fuck-tool nnnnnmmmphth mmmmm hard
for me! Again!" She was licking the wooden door directly now, and when
she finished getting most of it, she slid over and began licking it off
the floor. "Ohgod! You taste GOOD!"

David looked down in astonishment. Already his member was beginning to
stiffen again.

"Mom! Try to think straight! We can't be DOING this!"

Partially sated, Lydia sat up. She realized that she had been kneeling,
her face pressed to the floor to lap up her son's ejaculate. Her own
SON'S! "I-- forgive me, David! I can't believe-- I can't believe I just
acted like that!" She stood and buried her face in her hands and rushed
out of the room.

"Mom!" David called, feeling horrible that he had made his mother cry.
"Please don't!" He would have followed her, but he was hard again and
would just bump it into everything if he tried running through the
house with this four foot pole.

He laid back on the bed, his erection going vertical, and tried to
think about anything that wouldn't excite his crotch.

Fifteen minutes later, his attempts to distract himself were disturbed
when his mother re-entered the room, looking extremely contrite.
"David, I am UTTERLY sorry for my behavior earlier. I do not know WHAT
came OVER me, but I just lost control in a big way. It WILL not happen
again. I assure you of that. Now we still need to check the ... changes
... that have occurred in you and get an idea as to whether they are
dangerous or what."

She walked over toward him. "Please sit up to position it horizontally,
David, and we'll keep things MUCH better in hand this time."

Hesitantly -- keeping things in hand was exactly what David was afraid
of -- he sat up and slid to the edge of the bed. "It doesn't really
hurt at all. It is EXTREMELY sensitive, though, so be careful."

"I will, David." She knelt at the head and lightly felt back up the
shaft from there.

"Mom! Please! Be careful there!"

"I am, David," she said in a clinical voice. "This is wholly unnatural,
though, and I need to see if there are any soft or weak spots that we
have to be especially careful to protect when we take you to the
emergency room."

"The emergency room? Are you sure? Can't a doctor help? Maybe make a
housecall?"

"Maybe," she said, standing. She untied the belt of her robe and
removed it to reveal that she was wearing a red corset with black trim,
black hose that attached to a garter belt and black high heels. Her
nipples and pussy were fully bared for him to see. She gave one evil
smile, then sank back to her knees, positioned the cock to aim it at
her face, and began stroking the extra-sensitive underside.

"For CHRISSAKES! MOM!"

Keeping full eye contact and giving a second evil little leer, she
whispered, "David ... your juice just smells so ... yummy! ... and
tastes so ... gooo-oo-oood! ... oh, David, I just can't THINK straight!
SQUIRT me, honey! Squirt me in the face and down my throat!" She leaned
forward and licked the slit in the head with her tongue. She shivered,
then began sliding her tongue inside the slit from time to time, her
hands working their unstoppable magic on the underside.

"Mom! Do not do thi-- uuuuuurrgh! UNGH!" He tensed.

Blat! The first squirt coated her face and hair. The second squirt
found her mouth positioned firmly around the slit in the head, and she
swallowed all of it that she could, three quarts or so still running
down her chin and onto her bare breasts. The next five squirts or so,
she aimed at her chest. She couldn't swallow fast enough and she
figured it would be easier to clean it off her chest than the floor.

She continued to work his sensitive area with her hands, milking every
last bit of jism out and onto her bosom.

"Ohgod! David! This is WONDERFUL! BABY!"

"Mom! This is CRAZY! We can't DO this!"

Lydia stood, momentarily sated with cum. She looked down at her soiled
corset. "Well, this is useless," she said and unzipped the back, then
let it drop to the floor. Her garter belt, hose and high heels she left
on, though.

She clasped her hands behind her head, then pressed her elbows back to
thrust her little breasts forward. "Well, David? What do you thing of
your mother's body? Do I turn you on?"

"Mom!"

"Baby, I just can't HELP myself! Your juice just makes me ready to ...
POP ... with lust!" She reached for his reinflating erection. "And you
apparently just can't help YOURSELF! Oh, just let it happen, David. Did
you like what I just did? What do you think of your mother's slutty
little mouth? Your father always loved the way that I could be a vacuum
cleaner -- a HOOVER -- for him." She grinned, delighted that she had
shocked him, causing the erection to swell noticeably. "He always said
I could suck his toenails out his cock!"

David's eyes widened at that little tidbit of revealed information.
"Mom! For chrissakes!"

She positioned the head of his woody at her crotch, then held one hand
to her cheek in mock amazement and puzzlement. "Oh, MY! How will I EVER
fit this thing IN?!" She wriggled her pussy around on his cockhead.

"Mom, you'll get PREGNANT!"

"Sweetie, you just shot your jism so far down my throat that I think
I'm pregnant from that ALREADY."

She kept rubbing her pelvis around on his head.

The doorbell rang.

Lydia moved her hands to the underside of the shaft, to stimulate him
some more.

"Mom, we have to answer the door."

"Fuck the door," she said, leering and caressing. "This pecker and its
juice are mine, all mine. No other whores allowed."

"MOM! Stop this!" He pulled his erection from her and back toward
himself like a cadet shouldering a rifle. "Go and answer the door.
Now."

Lydia put a pout on her face and stood. "But-- "

"Go. Answer the door."

Lydia stood and started walking naked toward David's bedroom door.

"Mom!" She turned around to look at her son and again exhibit her pout.
"Put a robe on first, Mom."

Lydia picked her robe up off the floor then put it on and belted it.
"Let me go get the door for you, sir," she said sarcastically, then
shook her head. "If you didn't have that wonderful cock, I WOULDN'T let
you order me around like this, young man!" She spun around and waltzed
out.


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                              (To Be Continued)

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