Eventually, Mother woke up (maybe she did a fox nap?) and stayed in my room until lunch, clinging to me. She kept rubbing and pressing her body against me, and my son was fully erect and in pain.
Cass smiled and said,
"You've been holding back your spoiled side toward Lord Robby all this time, and it's finally overflowing."
That's not it! Even though I call her Mother, to me she is a beautiful, gentle older sister with full breasts that are soft and jiggling, and a mole above her eye that is tempting. To me, it's like a piece of beef jerky is placed in front of me and I'm told to wait. The old Robby would have hugged her without hesitation, but I can't now! I have to keep my distance.
Yet Mother said,
"Robbie, give me a hug!"
When I looked at Cass, she said,
"Mother, what's wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? Was this always like this?"
"Hmm, it's a little too much, but I'll hold back for a while and please endure."
