Her eyes were closed, she looked so peaceful. ‘What are you doing you weirdo?’ she smiled at him, comfortable in their casual, affectionate insult...s. It was just their way. ‘Just looking.’ He stood there, leaning against the wooden frame, arms folded, ankles crossed and with the toes of one foot resting on the carpet. ‘I love you, you know.’ A long pause before she broke the seriousness. ‘If you really loved me,’ she pouted, ‘you’d go and make me a bacon sandwich … I’m starving.’ He laughed then. “Do you know what you’re saying? Do you have any idea what it means?”I didn’t reply with words. What I did was keep working at my dick as I curled in low and sucked on nipple between my lips. My mother gasped and, after her muscles tensed for a few moments, she let out a moan and gently eased my face away from her breasts.“Suck my tits,” my mother growled after a pause. Her eyes flashed fire and devilment. Then she grinned at me and offered the other breast. “Go on, suck my tits. I want you to. "Oh! I just remembered," Tristan exclaimed, sitting up from the bed. "Anastasia, could you ask everyone to come to my room? I have important information to pass on." From where?" Anastasia asked, intrigued."From an old but reliable source," Tristan replied vaguely. "Will you round everyone up?"Anastasia said she would and left his room to find the others to bring them back. She found the others downstairs in the great room just chatting about inconsequential things. Anastasia explained that. .. and that you can hear nothing but my voice. And ... the sleep is coming now. You can’t hold it back any longer. You are safe and warm and protected in my arms. And you are asleep ... now.”She seemed to collapse in on herself. I deepened her trance and moved her, leading her into the living room. I had her sit down on the couch, then stand up. Each time, I instructed her that obedience translated into pleasure, and I praised her by calling her “Good girl.” Next, I sharpened the pleasure ....