StepDaddy: Hey what are you doing?
Bottom Boy: Exercising as usual.
StepDaddy: Do you workout those pecs? You know how much I love to suckle them, especially ever since your Mom passed away. God you look so much like your Mother. Especially your eyes, I miss her, I miss her so much, I miss her eyes, I miss her hair, I miss her boobs, which is why you need to train your pecs, so that it looks like a boobs and I can suck it. It’s the least you can do for being a jobless, brainless, meathead bum of a son.
Bottom Boy: Ugh Yes Dad!!!
StepDaddy: Show it to me! Proof it!
Bottom Boy:
There Dad! You happy now?
StepDaddy: Good and don’t forget to buy extra butter, salt and virgin olive oil when you get home. You know how much I like those pecs extra buttery.
Bottom Boy: Okay Dad, just but don’t be to rough to me tonight okay. You sometimes can be so overpowering.
StepDaddy: I can talk to you anyway I like as long as you still living under my roof and eating my food! The exchange is this if you live in my house, your body is mine got it? Stop acting like you don’t enjoy it, I hear how you moan when I get a little beasty on your pecs.
Bottom Boy: Ugh yes Dad!
StepDaddy: and stop calling me Daddy! Your Mother is dead! Your not my real son! Were lovers now!!!