"...I think... That you should give your son a footjob, Moira." Anastasia said.
"No-o-o-o-ah ha ha ha!" Your mother/Moira said, as she still was laughing from your enchanted tongue and hands.
Anastasia snapped her fingers and you stopped licking and tickling Moira's feet. You tried to move, but found yourself unable to.
Moira lifted her feet off the table and put them under the table. Your pants were still unzipped from Anastasia's earlier footjob. Moira looked worried as she was catching her breath.
"Please stop this!" Moira cried out to Anastasia.
"Are you sure you want that?" Anastasia said with a grin.
"Yes!" Moira yelled.
Anastasia's grin grew bigger as she snapped her fingers.
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