Mum and the Daughters of the Moon
Will mum and son come together through witchcraft?
Me, My Mum, My Sister and the Daughters of the Moon
This story depicts incest, witchcraft, profanity, and most shockingly, the use of English language spellings and slang current in Great Britain. So if you think that your sensibilities will be outraged by "colour" or "shagging", this story probably isn't for you. All characters are 18 or over. No actual persons or coven is described, so don't hex me for making stuff up. It's fiction, (as we say for legal reasons). I will post Part 2 if enough people like this and are sufficiently kind to say so in the comments.
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The beginning of it for me was the Thursday evening when I heard from downstairs a chorus of female voices as I was leaving my bedroom.
"You must be fucking joking!" I heard my mother's raised voice. "If you think -" She was interrupted by others, but there were so many of them that I couldn't make out the words.
"Quiet!" I heard someone else interject, Morganna perhaps, and everyone went silent as I came down the stairs.
All eyes turned to me as I descended the last stair into our hall, which opened onto the drawing room opposite. A group of approximately ten women, including my mother and sister, all dressed in various shades of black and gray sat in the drawing room around a long table, drinking glasses of Gavi. My mother's face was flushed and a fug of wine fumes hung in the air.
"I'm off out, Mum", I said.
"All right, don't be too late home," my mother replied, barely looking in my direction. She looked cross.
"I won't be. G' night everyone."
"'Night, Josh," one or two of my mother's guests replied, but most of them just stared at me, giving one another knowing looks in a silence pregnant with conspiracy. There was something unsettling about their stares, which were mostly - there is no other word for it - appraising.
"Well, what's that bunch of bitches up to now?" I wondered to myself. I was about to find out.
It was the second Thursday in the month of April in what was starting to be a wonderfully warm springtime, and my mother was hosting a regular meeting of her coven, a group of pagan women who dress up in black and call themselves "The Daughters of the Moon." They also call themselves witches. Andrea who is my older sister, joined them two years back, and now swaggers around the village with too much eye shadow and a silver pentagram brooch, trying hard to look all mysterious, but as I told her once, she actually looks like she needs the lavatory.
The coven leader, the one my mum said was the High Priestess, called herself Morganna, although at our local College she used her real name, which is Liz Smith. She had taught my history class when I was finishing secondary education. College opinion was ninety-nine percent certain that she certainly is a dyke. The other women in the coven were all locals, harmless enough, I guess, made up of all ages from twenties up to their seventies, and were as diverse as a lawyer, a pharmacist and several housewives among them. Andrea was the youngest by a good ten years.
They met at our house only because it is bigger than anyone else's in their group and as my mother says, the garden isn't overlooked by neighbours. Our property is remote by English standards, and is surrounded on three sides by mixed broadleaf woods of oak and chestnut. Last year, my mum had had a marble slab erected on a plinth on the lawn, which is used as an altar for their weird nonsense when they dress up in black robes and chant in a circle every full moon. I am always expected to make myself scarce when there is a meeting on. Mum certainly takes it very seriously. She has several shelves of books about witchcraft in our study and is always buying junk like essential oils, candles and brass curio shop tat to practice it with. Mum always used to clam up about what they actually did. She had joined the coven when we had first moved to our village. I did wonder if all this covert activity with the other women might man she is a secret lesbian, but Mum laughed when I half-jokingly asked if the coven was a cover for hot lesbo orgies?
"You're the man of the house, darling," she had replied somewhat enigmatically when she'd stopped laughing.
At least she wasn't trying to get herself another man, or so I thought. She also told fortunes, with Tarot cards and was into Astrology in a big way. I thought it a load of unscientific twaddle, and once asked if she was talking out of Uranus. Mum wasn't too happy about my "mundane mind" as she called it.
My mum, whose first name is Kate, my sister and I had moved to this small rural village in the County of East Sussex, England, about four years ago after my mum was widowed at a tragically young age of 40. Dad had been an Architect and keeled over from a massive stroke one day in the office. His life insurance and his shares in a London Architect's practice had left us comfortably provided for and Mum sold our north London town house for almost two million pounds, saying she wanted a fresh start. She said she had always fancied moving to the countryside. My sister and I moved with her, reluctantly at first as we were city kids and didn't much fancy life in the countryside, but in fact after a year we had all settled in so well and made so many new friends I wouldn't now think of living anywhere else. I met my mates in the local pub once or twice a week where we discussed the latest X-Box games, football and women. I was 19 at the time all this kicked off and I had finished school a year earlier. I was working helping fix farm machinery and sell lawn mowers in a local sales and repair shop before starting an engineering course at University in the autumn.
Mum runs an online women's clothes business, and she says she set it up after father's death to give herself something to do, and continues to run it because the regular meetings with her suppliers gives her a reason to leave the house. She is a vivacious, attractive brunette, and at 5'10", she is just three inches shorter than me.
My sis, Andrea is four years older than me at 23, a bit shorter than mum and has a cute pixie face, if you like that sort of thing. She had, after a couple of false starts, just started work at a rehabilitation centre for injured horses and was loving the work and was now thinking of becoming a vetinary surgeon. She is "popular" with boys, but I am almost ashamed to admit, when this story begins, I was still a virgin. I'd simply never met a girl I felt comfortable to talk to and I was an X-Box playing nerd. I wasn't even sure I was attracted to girls of my own age. My sex life consisted of jacking off to MILF and Mature porn on XHamster. I'd definitely say my sexual preference was for fit-looking brunette women in their thirties and forties. I have read about President Macron of France and his much older wife and I think I understand him completely.
As far as I then knew, neither my mum or sister had then a steady boyfriend. My mum had been single since father died. His death had devastated her and I had done my best to look after her. and be a shoulder to lean on. She had opened up a lot at first in the first dreadful few months, but as she found her feet in the new location, our previous easy familiarity had lessened and there was more distance between us now. This saddened me because I had a "thing" for my mum. It started a couple of years after father's death. She had been bothered about something that had happened that day and I had hugged her, only to be aroused by a tantalising view down her cleavage and blood rushed to my head - and to my cock. From then on, I had held a secret torch for my mum.
That Thursday evening, I shut the front door behind me, started my red Triumph Street Triple motorcycle and rode off through the mellow evening sunlight to have a few beers down at 'The King's Head' in the village.
Five minutes later and I was at 'The King's.' It's a Seventeenth Century half-timbered coaching Inn, and the place was as busy as ever. I said "Hi" to Tony the landlord and met Luke and Matt, my two gamer mates in the front bar of the pub. We ordered our beers and sat down. We exchanged our latest news, and I said I'd escaped my mum's witch meeting.
"Your sister's one of those witches, too," isn't she?" said Matt, suddenly out of nowhere.
"Sure, what of it?"
"I'd love her to use a little magic on me, know what I'm saying?" he grinned. "I love me a sexy witch."
Luke grunted assent.
"You think my sister's sexy?" I asked.
"Sure she is!" Luke replied. "She's got legs up to her tits!"
This made me feel a bit awkward. I felt annoyance spark. I suddenly wasn't very happy with my two loser mates, discussing my sister's sexiness.
Fact is, I realised, they were quite right, she is a hottie. But I was damned if I was going to let them leer over her.
"Right, like you've got any chance!" I jeered. Best means of defence is attack, right?
"Hey, a guy can dream," Luke replied.
""I can't believe I'm having this conversation. Let's leave my sister out of it, okay?"
"Sure, Josh. We'll talk about her panties instead."
He cackled and necked some beer.
Then Matt butted in again.
"Or your mum, then. She's hot as hell."
"My mum?" I said with incredulity.
"Sure, she's a yummy mummy. A real MILF."
"Oh", I said. "So you fancy her too?"
"Of course. Don't you?" said Matt. "Her tits..."
"They're the hottest women in the village!" Luke added.
Hey! This is my mum and sis you're talking about! Yuck!"
"All I'm saying", Matt continued with a grin, "is I definitely would. I get a real boner, know what I mean? A real magic wand!"
"You'd definitely what?" I said, then realisation struck. "Aw, fuck off! That's just TMI!"
"Those witches," said Matt. do they, you know, dance naked in your field?"
Luke butted in, "He means, your mum and sister!"
"Do you get to watch?"
I lost it then.
"Just fuck off the pair of you!"
Both of them burst into laughter, and I realised they were deliberately winding me up.
"You bastards. Bloody perverts."
That set them off even more.
I frowned. It wasn't that funny.
"No, I don't watch and they're all in these long, black robes, anyway," I said. "Christ, have you seen them? They're mostly pretty old and ugly, so who'd even want to watch?"
Then I thought about Matt's mother, the dowdy and dumpy Mrs. Holland, and Luke's mother who looked like a beached whale: she put the 'o' in obese as she waddled around the village. Nobody would be letching over them, that's for sure. So I felt a bit better about Matt and Luke wanking over my mum and sister, if that's what they did. I didn't want to go there.
It was getting late when I left the pub, and I decided to walk home as I'd had too much beer to ride my bike and I was way over the limit. I left my bike in the car park and set out. It was a fine night and I welcomed a brisk walk after sitting in the pub.
A twenty minute walk helped sober me up a bit and I arrived home to see the drawing room lights on.
I let myself in with my key and quietly shut the front door behind me.
I overheard my mum and sister still talking. It seemed the others had all left. They sounded a bit the worse for wear after too much wine. I walked softly to the end of the hall, but where my mother and sister couldn't see me.
"It's cool!" I heard my sister say, talking too loud as if my mum is deaf, about something that sounded like "the great right." She continued "I've read about the the great right, but I'd love to see it happen."
"Yes, but -" my mother tried to argue.
"Morganna's right, nobody else can do it, you're the only ones who can bring the right magickal energies," my sister continued, talking over my mother.
"You want to watch us shagging in front of you all?" My mother asked.
"Hah, I'll bet he's got a weeny little cock. You'll hardly be able to feel it go in."
"That's disgusting! How do you know, anyway?"
I was itching to hear more by this point, but right that moment a floorboard creaked loudly under my foot. Shit! Just when it was getting interesting.
"Josh, is that you?" My mother called from the drawing room.
I retraced my steps down the hall quietly and said "Hi!" from the front door. I walked up the hall into the drawing room and made out I was a bit drunker than I was, slurring a bit.
"All OK?" I asked.
"We didn't hear your motorbike?" my mother asked.
"Nah, too many beers. I walked home. Anyway I need to get my head down. G'night!" I half stumbled to the stairs.
"He's pissed!" my sis said.
"Not half as much as you, love," I thought as I headed for my bedroom.
I was thinking hard. Now this was interesting. What was going on? Was my mum actually planning on screwing someone? If so, who was the guy? Did I know him? When was it going to happen? What was the great right, anyway? Right what? As opposed to left? All these questions were crowding my brain.
I decided that Google is my friend and started searching on my laptop..
The results of my research were mind-blowing.
It is called "The Great Rite", for one thing. It involves a coven's High Priestess having sex (not always real), with a man supposedly to work powerful, kick-arse magic to sort out a major problem in the coven.
Well, I was sure I knew the reason why the dyke Morganna wasn't going to have sex with a man, whether actual or symbolic.
But why did it have to be my mum and why would she even think about it? Who else had the "right magickal energies?" Who was the lucky man going to be? Did this mean she had a secret boyfriend? Was she actually going to have sex with some guy in the circle in front of everybody? When was it going to happen?
My mind was racing. There were so many questions. I really didn't feel comfortable about my mum being with a new boyfriend. I'd absolutely hate anyone moving in with us. While I'd always knew that mum might start dating again at some point in the future, I'd never really thought about it in concrete terms. It looked like the future might have arrived. I'd never counted myself as the jealous type, but I realised with a sudden shock that the thought of some other bloke having sex with, or even touching my mum, made me furious. I'd knock his fucking head off.
I went to bed, but I lay wide awake for what seemed like hours pondering all of these and more. I determined I was going to find out, one way or another.
I spent most of Friday thinking about one question, did my mum have a boyfriend? My boss in the workshop said I was distracted. I assured him I was OK, and just had a lot on my mind. He told me to make sure I was paying attention when I was in work next day.
As it happened, exactly nothing happened after that for a few weeks. Life continued much as before, except that I was much more conscious of my mum's presence in the house, what she was wearing, how she was feeling, what she was doing, and what I could do for her. Maybe because I was worried about mum having a new boyfriend, I started to do more than just pull my weight around the house. I went out of my way to make things easier for mum, consciously trying to be the man of the house, and not just taking the garbage out when asked, but doing everything from running errands to sorting out mum's car servicing at the local garage and sorting out her business' website problems.
Also, at this time there was an undercurrent of tension between her and Andrea, and I noticed more meetings than usual with coven members, either in groups or in twos and threes. I was definitely feeling excluded from whatever was going on, and shut out from what was clearly bothering mum, but certain that there was "something going on". I kept my eyes and ears open for signs that mum was dating a new man, but I didn't get any sign of that at all, so either she didn't have anyone new in her life, or it was merely that she was very good at hiding it. I kept my suspicions to myself. So all in all, there were strong tensions in the house.
So a few weeks passed and in late May I returned home after a hard day repairing lawn mowers. It was springtime, the grass was growing strongly and everyone locally seemed to have left their annual mower service too late, so I didn't get home until nearly 8 pm.
When I got home that evening, mum was in the kitchen, preparing a veggie gloop supper for herself and Andrea, as feminist pagans don't eat meat apparently. She seemed rather distracted, strangely flustered and answered in monosyllables when I asked her how her day had been, but sometimes looking at me sideways out the corner of her eye when she didn't think I was noticing.
"That's it, she's got a boyfriend, she's wondering how to tell me," I thought, and was acutely envious of him, whoever it was, as he'd be the one getting to undress and take my mum to bed, and fuck her, and I was also hurt by the fact she hadn't confided in me. I hated him, whoever he was, already. There was clearly still a lot of tension in the air between mum and Andrea and I decided not to stick around to hear it. I heard them starting to argue again as I left home to head to the pub. (There's not a lot else to do in Rotherfield of an evening, if I'm honest). I was still wondering if the tension between mum and Andrea was about the Great Rite, but it was no use my hanging around as I wouldn't find out that way. The house was quiet and dark when I got in late. I made a purchase on Amazon UK and went to bed.
I didn't see my mum again until Saturday, which was three days later. She had always been out when I got home and I had left early for work, so we were like ships in the night.
On Saturday evening, after I'd come home from work and showered and changed, I helped Mum finish preparing the spaghetti Bolognese she had made for dinner, as I swigged a cold beer that mum gave me from the fridge. She was in a bright, chatty mood in contrast to earlier in the week, hell, the last two months. I took a chance and asked what had been bothering her earlier. She paused before answering with a Sphynx-like bland smile.
"Oh, just some stuff with the coven, I can't really say."
"Oh fine. Don't tell me, then, " I thought,the worm of suspicion still active in my mind.
She asked me how my day had been. I responded and we were soon chatting away about how our days had gone. I was seeing now the sexy, woman she really is.
Matt and Luke were quite right. Mum really is a hottie. She's my mum, but she is definitely the most attractive MILF in the village. She is tall, standing about 5 feet 10 in her stockings. (I caught myself wondering if she ever wears them). I top her by about 3 inches. Her glossy dark brown hair fell in waves to her shoulders. He build in Junoesque, shapely, not fat at all, but not exactly thin. She was wearing a tight black A-line skirt that showed off her long, shapely thighs and a white silk blouse, that was unbuttoned to show a fair bit of cleavage. She was rocking the "sexy librarian" look this evening.
I was that evening for the first time really noticing her curves, the way her arse sashayed when she walked across the kitchen, the dull gleam of her black patent leather icepick heels, and her generous bust. Her musky scent cut across the cooking odours. Was she wearing Dior's 'Poison'? Her face was lightly made up, with a light red lipstick, her grey eye shadow making her brown eyes appear to be mysterious pools.
She seemed keyed up, I guess, kind of nervous, yet elated about something as she almost danced around the kitchen as we talked. That may seem a bit lame, but it's true. There was definitely something going on, and I could feel it in the air. Was she excited about the prospect having it away with a new guy at last, albeit in a field surrounded by her coven? She touched me more than usual, as well. Little dabs on the arm and shoulder as she talked.
So I asked her.
"You seem very pleased about something, mum. You're dressed to kill, too."
"Aw, thanks darling!"
"What is it, hot date, tonight? Who's the lucky feller?"
"No, I'm afraid not, no date, hot or otherwise. I'm staying in and watching telly, tonight."
I digested this and took a risk.
"So why are you dancing around the kitchen, looking gorgeous?" I didn't normally use flirtatious language with her and wasn't sure I'd get away with it.
"Oh, I'm gorgeous, am I? I had a great day and I'm just letting out my inner Goddess. And I'm pleased to see my handsome son, of course!"
"Who's handsome?" Andrea demanded as she walked into the kitchen for dinner.
She jerked a thumb at me. "Him? Ha, that's a laugh."
"Well he is."
Andrea smiled knowingly.
"Josh couldn't pull a door shut, let alone a girl."
Mum smiled enigmatically again as she sprinkled some herbs on the Bolognese sauce and said "I'm sure the right girl for him will be along soon enough."
After dinner, I decided to stay in as I was tired and planned an early night. I thought I might be able to glean a bit more info from my mother about her mystery man that it seemed she was planning on having alfresco sex with in the Great Rite. I was burning to know, "Who was it?" and "When?"
I must admit to a huge stab of jealousy, because I just didn't want anyone else sticking his cock into my mum. I was obsessed with the idea.
Andrea was out again with her friends and mum and I settled down to watch TV.
Mom sat down on the sofa next to me and kicked her shoes off.
I was watching a detective show, but mum wanted to watch her favourite Saturday night programme, Strictly Come Dancing that she had recorded earlier that evening, so I switched over.
It's a dance show, as the name implies, where British celebrities compete over several weeks to win, after having training with pro dance teachers. The usual fabulous celebs dressed in sequins and glitz were on show, dancing to a variety of beats and styles. Mum is a huge fan and was engrossed: I was bored.
"You've never learned to dance, have you, Josh?" my mum asked with a smile.
"No."
"You ought to you know, it's great fun and the girls will all love you if you can dance well!" All of which is true, but I didn't know that then.
When the show was almost over, she got up and took me by the hand.
"Come on, I'll show you. Your father was a great dancer. We used to go to a club in the West End."
I was tired and feeling comfortable where I was, but I didn't resist.
She pulled me to my feet, and then with a phone app started some waltz music playing on the room's sound system.
She said, "This one is easy. It's a waltz and it goes one-two-three, one-two-three." Hold my left hand with your right, hold me round the waist - tighter, a girl won't break - and step! One, two, three! One, two three, mind the coffee table!"
She taught me a basic waltz step, which was fun, but I was suddenly aware that not only was I holding my mum pretty close and moving in step with her, my cock liked it too. I was very conscious that my mum's tits were just inches away, and as we turned, several times I felt them press into my chest like soft cushions.
Shit. "Is she doing that on purpose?" I wondered.
I was very aware of her close proximity, the firmness of her waist, her body heat and scent, and I only had to drop my eyes to see down her cleavage, right between her white, lace-edged bra cups. Small wonder that I was becoming aroused.
"You're really good at this!" Mum enthused. "You've got a good sense of rhythm!"
She stopped and changed the music to a tune with a faster beat.
"This is a tango. The steps are like this."
She showed me the "basico" steps, in a looser open embrace where we held each other at arm's length, and I tried to catch onto it. I found it hard at first as it was a markedly different, faster rhythm to the waltz, but I soon caught up with the moves she showed me. I found that I was having fun. Mum's sparkling eyes and smiles said she was, too.
"Really good, darling!" Mum said.
We danced across the floor and back and then she broke away and performed a twirl, giving a fold of her skirt a dramatic flourish with her hand. I laughed at her vampish pose.
She said, "Let's try it closer," and then pulled me into her arms, so her breasts were squashed against my chest. I felt her bra against me and the softness of her tits, and was enveloped in her warm scent. I was entranced by her every sensual move that sent electric sparks of lust to my cock, yet overwhelmed by guilt that I was fancying her and getting a hard-on for my own mother. Her mouth that was just begging to be kissed was just inches away, as she smiled into my eyes. I was in danger of losing control.
She slowed our tempo and we walked backwards, our movements in sync, with her leaning back against my arms. She pushed her hips into my groin once, and then again, and she must have felt my erection straining at my trousers.
"You know they say this is the most fun you can have with your clothes on?" Mum asked, with a sly grin. She ground her hips into me again and said, "I'm sure you can see why, darling."
She clearly knew exactly what she was doing, so I pushed back with my hips into hers.
How far was she going to take this? I knew I wasn't confident enough to make a first move.
She smiled up into my eyes again, and then stopped dancing, put her hands on my shoulders and gave me a peck on the lips. Not a smooch, it was just a peck, but it was on the lips, not on the cheek. It wasn't the sort of kiss I was expecting from her.
"That was lovely darling, you'll make quite a good dancer when you learn how. You just need a few lessons. I'll be happy to teach you."
She stepped back.
"Whew, I need a drink after that!" mum said. "Is it me or is it really hot in here?"
She left the room and returned with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses.
I had just rearranged my cock and balls in my underwear when she came back into the room. Tight jeans weren't the easiest thing to wear with a massive boner.
"It's you, I think. Hot."
"Glad you think so," mum said with a wink.
She poured the wine and we sat down on the sofa.
Without saying a word, she leaned backwards, stretched her legs out and plonked her feet in my lap and jiggled them up and down on my groin.
I took the hint and started stroking her feet. I'd never felt a woman's feet before, either bare or clad in nylon, which I liked the feel of. I used the pads of my thumbs to press into the soles of her feet, and massaged the insteps with my fingers, whilst she pressed her heels into my lap, pressing on my cock.
"Oooh, that's nice." Mum said with a sigh.
I continued kneading, conscious of my cock under her heels. I massaged the soles of her feet, her toes, and slowly worked my way to her ankles and started on her calves. Mum remained silent apart from occasional appreciative throaty noises and murmurs. I loved the feel of her feet and silky nylons under my fingers and thumbs. I didn't want to stop, and wanted to go higher.
Mum was stretched out on the sofa with her eyes closed, and her skirt had rode up her thighs, and yes, she was wearing stockings. I glimpsed her black suspender strap holding them up. and bare skin above. I couldn't quite see her panties, which were still hidden by her skirt. The wonderful view mesmerized me. How long before I could massage her above her knees? I was breathing hard.
I lifted my gaze and my mum's eyes met mine. It was obvious she had watched me peeking up her skirt. She didn't look offended, and merely smiled, a slow, wide, satisfied, smug smile that was sexy as hell. Had she intended me to look? My throbbing cock throbbed some more.
She pressed down with her stockinged heels on it.
"Wow, that feels impressive! Is that all for me?" Mum asked.
"Mum!"
"I'm sorry, darling, I'm only teasing. Pagans don't get too hung-up over sex. It's only natural you get erections when dancing. I'm honestly flattered!"
"B-but you're my mum!"
"We can't always help who we're attracted to", mum replied.
I let that lie without responding. It was a tacit admission that hell yeah, I was sexually attracted to my mum.
"You've never actually been intimate with anyone, have you?" Mum asked suddenly.
"Um, no", I admitted.
"Aw, poor darling, it's no big deal, you know. I can see in the stars something happening soon about that," Mum said. Sliding her feet off my lap and to the floor, she stood up. "But not tonight. I'm off to bed for an early night. Night-night, darling. " She leaned over gave me a peck on the lips again. To my utter astonishment, her hand landed in my lap and she gave my cock a gentle squeeze.
"You'd better go and take care of that", she said with a smirk. "Sweet dreams."
With that, she left the room and went up the stairs to her bedroom.
I was stunned. My mum had actually squeezed my cock! What on earth was going on?
I had a hard-on, though, so I went and did as my mum suggested, before I went to bed. I masturbated in the downstairs lavatory, and when I came, I was imagining fucking her on our sofa and impregnating her with our son.
I had disturbing dreams that night. I had a vision of a coven of witches in a black hooded circle surrounding me, and one with her back turned unfastening her black woolen domino robe, letting it slip off her shoulders to form a dark puddle at her feet, revealing her creamy nakedness and the Vee of her smooth back, the flare of her generous hips and bottom, her body lit up by the lurid red embers of a fire that cast long, dancing shadows and left wood smoke drifting in the night air. She turned and I recognised my mother's face as she revealed the front of her body to me, her welcoming smile, her arms open in an invitation to me to dance, her voluptuous, ruby-tipped breasts, smooth deep belly, and creamy thighs with the dark triangle of hair at the fork. I became aware that I too was naked and my cock was hard with my desire for her.
Then I dreamt I was lying on my back on a cold marble altar, my hands pinioned by my side with rough cords. The coven surrounded me, their faces hidden by their cowls. They started chanting but I was oblivious to everything but my cock and its urgent, painful, sexual need. My mother in all her glorious nakedness climbed on top of me and slowly lowered her hips, and impaled her wet, slippery, warm, firm cunt onto my cock up to the hilt, then languorously rode me, raising her hips and thrusting down, as I raised my hips to meet hers, again and again, faster and faster, finding a rhythm that built up to a crescendo. Each thrust sent an electric shiver of delight through me to my core and each thrust was matched by a cry of delight from my mum, "Yes, yes, faster! Harder! Gods!", as she leaned away from me, her head thrust back, her tits wobbling and bouncing as we fucked, her face raised to the night sky, her dark hair flying wild. Then my mum was leaning forward as she fucked me harder, to brush my lips with her breasts that I desperately sucked into my mouth as she urged me on, until we reached a mutual explosion of wild, tumultuous orgasm, my mum howling my name to the night sky as she came, "Jo-oo-oo-oosh!" and her cunt muscles squeezed and milked my cock dry as I spasmed and spurted my sperm into her womb.
I was suddenly awake in my darkened bedroom with my duvet kicked off, panting with unmet, frustrated desire and with a painful, massive, unfulfilled erection that felt it would explode at the slightest female touch, and I brought myself to climax with a few swift pulls at my cock. I spurted a geyser of cum all over my stomach and chest as I moaned "Mummmmm!" as I came.
I cleaned myself up and went back to bed and fell asleep again almost immediately. I had no more dreams. I woke up late the next day, Sunday, with the firm and certain conviction that the man who my mum fucked in the Great Rite was going to be me.
I came downstairs midmorning as I'd had a lie-in. During the week, I was usually at work by 8 am, so I welcomed the extra hours in bed. Mum was pottering around the house, and gave me a knowing smile as I entered the kitchen.
"'Morning darling! Sleep well?"
I looked at her hard. She smirked. I knew then that she had somehow "arranged" my dream of last night. "Sweet dreams" she had said, just before I went to bed.
Remembering the vivid detail of my dream, I blushed.
"OK, what did you do to me?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said with a light laugh and she didn't even bother to try to make it sound true. "There's plenty of eggs and bacon if you fancy making us some breakfast?" Then, after a pause, she added, "I had fun last night. I hope you did, too."
Andrea had stayed out all night. I cooked mum and I breakfast, and afterwards she got changed and went out to visit a friend in the village for coffee. Before she left, she gave me a light peck on the lips.
"I love you very much, you know," she said.
"I love you too, mum," I replied, and hugged her.
I peeled some vegetables for lunch and while I was occupied, my Amazon package arrived.
"Now for some answers," I thought as I got busy with some duct tape.
Andrea returned just before lunch, after which I exercised my prerogative as man of the house to mow the lawns. We have five acres of land and it takes a bit of looking after. Although I used the ride-on mower, it took three hours to finish the job. My absence had given mum and Andrea a chance to talk.
I got back at tea-time, and mum and Andrea were in the drawing room. I joined them and thought I saw a smirk on Andrea's face every time she looked at me.
Playing innocent, I asked "What?" when I saw her grinning again.
"Oh, nothing," she replied. "I was just thinking about something that happened at work recently."
"Liar", I thought.
I waited till the coast was clear and untaped the two voice-activated listening devices I had bought on Amazon and duct-taped underneath furniture in the drawing room and the kitchen.
I excused myself at around 9 pm, pleading an early start the next day. Mum gave me a secret smile as I said good night, and I went upstairs to play the devices on my headphones.
I started one playing and immediately heard clattering that sounded like someone was clearing up lunch and tidying the kitchen, drawers being opened and shut and the chink of china and glasses being out away. Over this, I heard my mum and Andrea's voices, crystal clear.
"So you're going ahead with it?" Andrea said.
"Yes. I feel a bit better about the whole idea now. I wasn't sure at first, but it won't be a fate worse than death, that's for sure. Thanks for being out last night, it wouldn't have worked otherwise."
So they were in cahoots! I knew it!
"What changed your mind?" Andrea asked.
"He did. Your brother's quite a hunk, you know? I've seen him with new eyes the last few weeks. He can dance nicely as well. He'll definitely be a great lay!" I heard them laughing and Andrea exclaimed, "Ew!" Mum!"
Then she asked, "He doesn't know, yet?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest. He's not silly, no matter what you say about him. I'm sure he suspects something."
"Are you going to tell him beforehand?"
"Oh yes, of course. I couldn't just have him drugged, like Morganna suggested. That's just too rapey. I want him to enjoy his first time. That's only right, and is what anyone would want for themselves."
My ears pricked up at this. So I was right!
"When are you going to tell him?"
"On the night, probably. Not much before. I want to keep him on the boil and in the dark until then."
"Will he be up for it? How do you know he won't, like, run a mile as soon as you tell him?"
"Oh, he's definitely up for it, don't you worry about that! I worked that dream spell last night I told you about."
"Holy shit! It worked?"
"Yes, I think so. I gave him one of my special beers and the herbs I sneaked into his Bolognese helped relax him nicely."
"Ooh, you are so wicked!" Andrea laughed.
Bloody hell! She had drugged me!
Mum continued, "I dream-walked him onto the astral plane and showed him what to expect in the circle. Let's just say we both had a good time. He was quite impressive for a beginner, and he also gave me a lovely foot massage beforehand. His cock was nice and hard by the end."
"Aw, that's gross!" Andrea laughed again. Then she asked, "You felt it?"
"Oh yes", mum laughed. "It was big and rock hard. He'll definitely fill me up nicely."
""Oh I can't listen to this! TMI!" Andrea cackled.
"When you see us at it, I think he may just surprise you!" mum laughed.
"Will he be able to, you know, get it up on the night?"
"Well, Jane at the pharmacy said she'd slip him some Viagra beforehand. That should do it, but I don't honestly think he'll need it." Thanks, mum!
Mum continued her plan.
"I'll have to continue flirting with him, to get him worked up enough."
"Do you actually, like, fancy him, then?" Andrea asked.
"My panties were sodden last night, put it that way. I don't have that "ick" feeling, you know, about making love to my son. I thought I might, but..." Her voice tailed off.
"You taking his cherry, it's like, kind of hot," Andrea said, sounding a bit wistful.
"I know," mum replied, with a laugh. "It's a very common fantasy among women of my age, shagging their grown-up sons, I can tell you! I've got a bit flustered sometimes imagining it."
She did? Wow!
"What about afterwards?" Andrea asked, suddenly sounding serious. "Won't it be, you know, really awkward? After suddenly fucking his brains out? Being just his mum again?"
"I was wondering about that, too. I may want to carry on with it and see where this thing goes, you know? He's bound to meet someone else soon, but I think I might want him as my lover until then. You know that in traditional Japanese families, if a man's wife died, his daughter would take her place? Well, this is just the other way round, he'll be taking his father's place. Would you mind very much? It's a such long time since I've had a man in my bed."
"Oh mum! I don't wanna know!" Andrea made a gagging sound while laughing.
Then Andrea said "No, I don't mind. If it makes you happy."
"Thanks, darling," said mum.
The rest of the recording was disjointed speculation about the night it was all going to happen, who was coming, who would definitely not be here and they couldn't be trusted to keep their mouths shut, and so on. I still didn't know when it was happening.
I switched the devices off, put them away in a drawer and went to bed.
The next morning I was on tenterhooks, and was kept there for the next few days, wondering when mum was finally going to tell me what she had planned. I wondered if I ought to force her hand, by inventing a trip I was suddenly going to take, so she had to tell me to stay around, but I decided, on balance, best to just let things ride and see what happened. Mum kept up the flirtation as she had promised, giving me little touches on my arms and thighs, and teasing with sexy jokes, and the following Saturday morning as I left for work had kissed me on the lips in front of Andrea, who made a "ugh!" sound and fled the room. I felt able to up the ante a little, and put a hand on her bottom and felt the round globe of her cheek.
"Watch it, mister", was my mum's sole response before walking away.
So she led, and I followed. I was aware my mum was manipulating me, but I was learning both subtlety and patience.
A few evenings later, Mum was casually dressed in tight grey leggings and a hoodie, that set off her figure to perfection. My eyes were constantly drawn to the swell of her behind and the deep cleft to which the thin material clung. She caught me peeking a few times and didn't seem to mind, smiling and if anything, swaying her arse even more as she walked. I was having fantasies of bending her over my knee and spanking her till she pleaded for mercy. My cock was hard by the time we sat down for dinner.
Mum suggested another dancing lesson after dinner. She offered to teach Andrea, who said that she was going to take a bath and wash her hair instead. I was more than ready for it, and I thought the flirtation would be raised a notch, and also wondered if a little extra ingredient had been added to my dinner. But what happened in the end was rather different to my limited expectations.
We cleared the drawing room of furniture by lifting it to one end, which left a reasonable sized floor for dancing. Mum and I started practicing the waltz as before, and as before I was becoming visibly aroused as I held her in my arms. Her warmth and her sexy scent that smelt of sin, her firm gorgeous body and those damn kissable lips that were so tantalizingly close just drove me wild. She kept up the teasing, "accidentally" brushing my groin with her hips, smiling into my eyes, and brushing her hair back with her hand. My cock was absolutely rigid, throbbing with my lust for her.
When we started the tango, we held each other loosely at arm's length to begin with, but after a few steps, mom's closeness became too much for me to bear as she ground her groin into my cock again. I pulled her into my arms and just held her there.
She looked up at me and said softly, "Yes, now Josh", her eyes conveying both desire and surrender.
I slammed my mouth down on hers, and kissed her hard, my tongue probing its way into her mouth that opened under mine, and our tongues dueled in a deep french kiss as her body melted into mine. My lips moved over hers, my tongue commanding her mouth, and I nipped at her lower lip and licked her lips with my tongue. Blood was roaring through my head, my desire for her a hot, sharp burn centred in my groin. I was fully erect and aching. She clasped me by the back of the head to keep my mouth on hers, as we snogged. My arms went tight around her, as her breasts were crushed into my chest. I held her between the shoulder blades with my right hand as my right slid down to her backside, and my fingers pressed into the curve of her arse and I pressed her hips into my groin, so she could feel my iron-hard cock poking into her through the thin material and she pressed back into me, rubbing herself against my throbbing cock through our clothes. I thought I'd cum in my trousers. I moved a thigh between her legs, feeling the warmth of her against me and she ground herself into the top of my thigh. She kissed me back with an urgent hunger. I pulled my lips from hers and nuzzled a trail of kisses down her neck. Her delicious, heady warm scent filled me and, helpless to stop myself, I nipped at her skin, and she responded with little throaty moans. God, I wanted to take her clothes off, kiss every delicious inch and fuck her so badly.
Mum's hands were at my belt and jeans button, and I felt the zip being pulled down and then her cool hand was under the band of my boxer shorts and squeezing my cock. I responded by kissing her mouth again and pushing my tongue into her mouth, whilst sliding my hand down the back of her sweatpants against the smooth skin of her flanks and lovely warm bottom. I moved my hand round and then half-tugged her sweatpants down over her hips and slid a hand under her panties and cupped her pussy, feeling her crisp damp curls and intimate folds. For the first time I felt a woman's pussy and glory of glories, it was my mother's. I pushed two fingers into her warm, wet, tight channel. The sheer transgressive naughtiness of what we were doing almost made me cum on the spot.
Her hands slid out of my trousers and found my hand.
"Here Josh, like this". Mum's voice panted in my ear, gripping my index finger..
She showed me just where to press, guiding my finger through her delicate folds up at her clit, and she ground against my hand as I used one, two fingers to masturbate her while she leaned against me and moaned into my neck as she clung to me, her body, as I nuzzled her neck and nipped her ear. .
"Yes, yes, like that!"
I found my voice at last. "I love your cunt mum! I want you to cum!"
Talking dirty seemed to have an effect as suddenly her hips trembled and bucked back and forth violently, and she moaned languorously as she climaxed on my hand.
"Oh Goddess!"
She covered my hand with hers and kept it pressed hard up against her clit as she came.
She gradually stopped trembling and kissed me again.
"Oh Josh, that was so lovely."
We were clinging to one another in the middle of the floor. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her over to the sofa, and we nestled down, with her head against my cheek.
Then after a short pause, she said, "Now it's your turn."
She pulled down my jeans and freed my cock, which sprang to attention.
She gripped my shaft in her hand and pumped me, slowly at first, then with increasing tempo.
I could hardly believe it! My fantasy of sex with my mum was coming true!
"Cum for Mummy, darling", she said.
Then she stopped frigging me and bent her head over my groin, and I felt the soft brush of her hair and her breath on my thighs, as she enveloped my cock head into her warm wet mouth and sucked, whilst running her tongue over it. I was so near to cumming that I gripped the edge of the sofa in both hands to feel anchored to the ground. She broke off sucking my cock and I felt my mum's tongue running up and down my shaft, driving me nearer and nearer to blasting cum all over her face.
I was in seventh heaven, and I felt the pressure mounting and tightening in my balls I didn't even try to hold back, and with a strangled cry of "Mu-uu-uum!" I came like a geyser, spurting out ropes of cum all over her face, hair and shoulders.
To my astonishment, she licked up strings of my cum from her fingers and "mmmm"-ed in appreciation.
"Your cum tastes lovely, darling".
I then saw with a sudden shock, over mum's shoulder, my sister Andrea standing in the doorway, watching us, her mouth an open 'O'. Mum had her back to her and didn't understand why I was alarmed.
How long had she been there watching us?
I half pulled away. "Andrea." I said.
Mum turned, and smiled at Andrea who was half-turned to come into the room and half-turned to go.
"He's got such a nice cock, darling. I can't wait to have him inside me."
Andrea said with a huge grin, "It looked great, but I don't want to be a gooseberry." She turned and walked upstairs and we heard her bedroom door close.
Mum turned to me and gave me a deep-lidded, sultry smile, with my cum spattered over her face and hoodie.
"I'm going to clean up, have a nice hot bath and then go to bed. Good night, my sexy man. We need to talk tomorrow morning, so be up early."
She kissed me tenderly on the lips as I grabbed her bare arse and snogged her back, running my tongue over her lips. "Don't set me off again", she said throatily and and stood up, pulling her sweatpants up and going upstairs.
I wondered what the fuck I had just done. Would tomorrow be the day when all would be revealed? I went to bed. My own bed.
I was eating an exuberant slice of toast, as bright sunshine streamed in through the kitchen windows the following morning. I had had my first heavy sexual encounter the previous evening and best of all, it had been with my gorgeous mother, with the promise of more to come, and maybe, just maybe, she would be my first ever lover. All was right with the world as far as I could tell.
Andrea came in, grinning.
"So you and mum," she started.
"Yeah? What about us?"
"It looked pretty amazing last night," Andrea admitted.
"How much did you see?"
"Dunno, probably most of it. I think I was meant to, that's why mum left the door wide open," Andrea confided. "I saw you kissing and shit, and then you jerking her off and mum's blow job."
Andrea brightened, grinning widely again. "Nice dong, bro'. Not the biggest I've seen, but enough to make a girl happy."
"Not like you didn't know it was gonna happen, what with your Great Rite." I said.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
"What do you know about that?"
"Probably the whole damn village knows about it by now".
"Who's been talking?"
"Can you keep a secret?" I asked, lowering my voice.
"Yes," she said, falling for that old joke.
"Good. So can I."
Mum came then into the kitchen. She was wearing a blue brushed cotton dressing gown, belted round the waist. I immediately wondered what, if anything, she was wearing underneath.
She came over and gave me a kiss on the lips. I circled her waist with my hands and pulled her closer for a deeper kiss and pulled her onto my lap. My cock throbbed.
"'Morning, lover-boy," she cooed.
"God, you two!" Andrea said. "He knows about this evening!"
"Mmm, told you he isn't silly," Mum replied. "You know what's going to happen?" she asked me.
"Not exactly, in detail, or even when it was supposed to be happening," I said. "But I'm supposed to er-" I coloured. Despite what had happened last night, I found it awkward putting it into words with Andrea standing there as well.
"You'll get to fuck me darling," mum said lightly.
"Shag each other silly," interjected Andrea.
It was true, then.
"Why you and I?" I demanded.
"Because we want to capture the energy of the Goddess and her Consort, who is also her son. They're spiritual archetypes, but the first time they have sex, he is a virgin and she is his mother."
"Why does it have to be us?"
"Because no other coven member who is straight actually has a son who is both over the age of consent and is still a virgin," Mum said with a smirk.
"So the whole load of them know I'm - Oh Jeez, that's great, thanks, mum. Tell the whole village, why don't you? My son Josh is a virgin!"
"Actually, I think most of them are envious of me", said mum smirking some more, with a dark pink tinge to her cheeks. "The straight ones, anyway."
"Envious, why?"
"You're kidding? It's a mother's fantasy, to have her son, to be his first." Then she muttered, "Well, the fantasy of some of us," her face colouring even more. "Why shouldn't your first time be with someone who will make it really special and loves you so much?"
"Why are you even doing this in the first place?"
"We need to choose a new High Priestess as Morganna is leaving. Nobody can agree who it will be. It's been getting all a bit bitchy," mum stated. "It has to be done with a virgin man, which is why i didn't go all the way with you last night, although I really wanted to."
"Mum!" Andrea interjected. "TMI!"
"Well, it's true. I can't wait to feel him inside me," she continued, softly.
I swallowed hard.
"So how's it going to go off?"
"The rest of the coven will meet here at 8 pm After a few drinks to break the ice, we'll start the ceremony and you'll be brought out after half an hour or so. We'll do it by the altar, in the field. Then when it's over, you go back in the house and we finish up."
"How do you know you can trust them to keep quiet afterwards?"
"They'll all be willing participants, so they will all just as guilty of conspiracy to commit incest as me."
"No cameras or anything?" I demanded. "'Cos if there's any you can forget it."
"Definitely no cameras," my mum said smiling, now that the main hurdle had been overcome.
"Good. That's the only reason I'm going along with this."
"If, er, you feel you need a bit of help, you know, doing it in public, Jane the pharmacist said she would bring some Viagra along."
"I'm sure I'll give them a good show," I said. "What about clothes?"
"You'll both be nekkid!" Andrea put in gleefully. "We all get to see your baby bro' cock!"
"You can wear a robe before and after," said mum. Then she added, "I'm expecting a good turn-out tonight. We should have the full thirteen. You're the star attraction!"
"Well, see you later," I said as nonchalantly as I could. Inside I was nervous. It was like being a male stripper at a hen party. I hope I was buff enough. I had worked out a fair bit over the last year, not with weights, as the gym was too expensive, but doing calisthenics, push-ups, pull-ups and lunges. Nothing fancy, but I had put on a bit of muscle. Even so, I was hardly built like a Chippendale.
The day at work dragged, broken only by a higher number than usual of middle-aged women inquiring about new lawn mowers.
When I got home late that afternoon, mum and Andrea were busy putting out plates of food and glasses.
Mum took me to one side. "I'd like you to help us with drinks beforehand," said mum.
"Oh, no way," I said. "That's just too much."
"Please?" Mum asked. "I will make it up to you later, if you know what I mean," she said, giving my groin a gentle squeeze.
"That's just to give those freaks a good chance to eye me over."
"Well, yes, but it's really to get them all envying me." Mum said. "Some of them are my friends and I hope," she said, grabbing me by my tee shirt, "that I'm about to be fucked senseless by my tall, handsome son. Who wouldn't want to be me? Frankly, I can't wait to feel you inside me. Now run along and get undressed. They'll start arriving soon."
"Undressed? Now?"
"Yes, of course. Everyone wants to see what the golden boy's got. It will be dark out there tonight."
"I'm not handing out drinks naked for anyone," I said with feeling.
"You can wear a nice silk robe I've bought for you. It's hanging up on your wardrobe door."
And so it was that half an hour later, I was circling the drawing room with a drinks tray, wearing only the flimsiest, diaphanous white silk dressing gown that came down to just above my knees and a pair of cotton slippers that looked like they had been lifted from a hotel. Of course the gown had to be fucking virginal white. Was I feeling manipulated? You bet.
I recognised a fair few of them, women I had passed in the street, the pharmacist, hell, one is even a neighbour, and visitors to the shop. It was like a rump steak walking into a den of lionesses.
I started bringing drinks round with a tray. The women were noisy, cheerful and one squeezed my bum as I passed. Another went so far as to smack my behind. I turned round with a glare.
"Nothing that women haven't had to put up with for centuries," the fat old cow cackled. I don't suppose anyone had ever smacked her behind, that's for frigging sure.
Others were blatantly ogling me, one middle-aged woman drawling, "How come a handsome hunk like you is still a virgin, then?"
Another called out, "Get 'em off!"
The chatter and the general mirth increased as both I and the drinks circulated, as did the witches' hands-on approach.
My backside would be black and blue the next day. I tried to focus on what was about to happen in the field.
I had started off feeling like a piece of meat, but when one of the witches tried opening my robe and feeling my cock, I started to relax and see the funny side of it. I even began take pride in what I was doing, and I didn't want to let mum down on her big night. Gradually, I gained confidence. I strutted. I walked a little taller, ignoring the grabs and hard slaps that were increasing in number and roughness. For one night, I was a stud, a sex object and I didn't mind at all.
I would be fucking my mum shortly in the circle by firelight, give her a screaming orgasm I hoped, and afterwards, I was determined I would be spending the night in her bed, slowly kissing her body all over, starting from her feet and working my way up her calves and thighs. I wanted so badly to taste her cunt, to lick her clit until she came over my face, then fuck her again and again till dawn broke. I wanted to master her, to take her and to come inside her, to make her mine. I couldn't wait.
"Well done, darling!" Mum said when I next passed her with the drinks tray. "You're doing perfectly!"
Then Andrea grabbed my arm. "They're all creaming their old lady spandex over you, bro,'" she laughed. "This will give them something to remember, all right! Give us a good show!"
Then, at about nine o'clock, they started slipping off in pairs to the bedrooms to change into their robes, emerging dressed in black woolen dominoes, long black gowns with a deep hood and sleeves, that covered their clothes, if they were wearing any underneath. Some probably were, some may not have been.
Mum at length went to change, and came downstairs with her hood down. She took me into a corner, and whispered "See you soon, darling!"
I grabbed the neckline and peeked down. I could see mum's naked tits, before she snatched it off me.
"Now, now, naughty! No peeking!"
She kissed me deeply and our tongues swirled, giving me a new set of heady, giddy sensations.
Then she was led out by a string of witches all making their way unsteadily in some cases to the circle in the field near the dark, silent woods, a few hundred yards away from the house and down the meadow that I had just cut again the previous weekend. I saw the faint glow of a fire that had been lit. I couldn't swear to it, but I think I detected the ripe smell of dope wafting on the breeze.
I had stuck to fresh OJ all night as I didn't want to be even half-pissed when mum and I Did the Deed together. So I was perfectly clear-headed.
Three witches had stayed with me, to walk me out at the right time, they explained. We were standing in the kitchen, leaning against worktops, like you do at the end of a party.
Jane the pharmacist, who ran the local chemist's shop, smilingly asked if I'd like something to make sure that I could rise to the occasion.
"We're all looking forward to it. You're so brave! We don't want you going off at half-cock!" The women all cackled like banshees at the words "half-cock."
"What the hell?" I decided.
"Yeah, sure," I said. I don't want to ruin the fun."
Jane handed me a blue pill with a glass of red wine.
"Down the hatch!"
I took it, and swallowed.
A qualified pharmacist in the United Kingdom is licensed to dish out prescription-only drugs and medicines, but is also trained in the uses and characteristics of numerous plant alkaloids and poisons. They have at least a Bachelor's degree in drugs and medicines, often a higher degree, and have a solid background in chemistry. So when a pharmacist becomes a witch and starts to research the little-known properties of wild fungi and rare herbs and plants, she can get her hands on some very potent substances indeed, and that have some very weird effects.
The Viagra had its effect as my cock was suddenly harder and bigger than it had ever been in my life, sticking out painfully from my robe like a flagpole, but whatever else was in the wine I had washed down took sudden effect as well. It seemed like time had stopped, and I was seeing the world with a new intensity. Colours seemed brighter and sounds sharper.
"Ooh, look, it's working!" Jane trilled, pointing at my groin.
One of the other women keeping me company, an attractive middle-aged blonde, exclaimed, "God, it's massive!"
"Take that silly dressing gown off," Jane ordered. So I meekly did as I was told, dropped it to the floor in a whisper of silk and stood naked before these three strange women, with hands on my hips. I felt their eyes roam all over me, scrutinizing, evaluating and judging.
The blonde moved in and gripped my cock and squeezed. "The Romans carried phallus amulets for luck," she said. "I can see why, now! I'll give you my mobile number later, if you'd like to get together some time." She gave me a grin and broad wink, and ran the back of her hand over my chest, her fingers brushing my nipples.
"He's got such a nice, tight arse as well," the other nameless woman said, a dumpy woman who looked to be in her fifties, and I felt her hand squeezing my behind, and then giving it a hard stinging slap that sounded to me like a shot of a rifle and made me jerk.
I grabbed the blonde who was now gently wanking my shaft, but her woollen robe was fastened at the back, so I contented myself with fondling her tits through its heavy material and nuzzling her neck.
"Careful now!" Jane cackled. "We don't want him shooting his load too early!"
That was a distinct possibility, and the blonde desisted her ministrations to my now painfully-throbbing cock.
Gods, I was now so desperate to fuck my mum and cum inside her! It was a physical ache.
The three witches stood in a half circle around me, discussing me like an animal.
"I'd love to get my mouth around that", Jane said. "Kate is so lucky!"
"He looks like he'll be really dirty when he starts," said the blonde. "I'll bet he could use his tongue on a girl."
The others nodded and sighed, keeping their eyes riveted on me.
I had been tongue-tied since I drank the potent wine Jane had given me, but found my voice at last. It sounded to me like an echo, as if I was in another room, in another place, another dimension entirely. "Mum gets first dibs, but if you don't mind sharing..."
Outside, a drumming had started, which began with a slow, throbbing beat on a bongo, but the tempo was slowly picking up. My ears began to focus on the drum-beats and I tuned out what the women in the kitchen were saying to me.
Another woman came into the room, and the witches led me outside, as naked as the day I was born, two in front and two either side of me, holding my hands. I had lost my slippers and I walked across the grass barefoot. The ground was dry and the night air warm. I remember suddenly laughing for no apparent reason.
Our group neared the circle and I saw as if in a hypnotic trance the hooded black-robed figures sway and dance in time to the rhythm of the bongo drums, their hands twirling and swirling in eloquent gestures the meaning of which was immediately understood and then lost. My heightened senses smelled the apple tree wood logs that burned on the blazing fire that illuminated the circle with its lurid, phantasmagoria, flickering yellow and red light, and cast swift, elongated shadows that merged with the outerlying darkness of the trees.
A cheer went up in high, excited female voices as I stepped into the circle.
I saw the witches' mouths open and close but I heard nothing other than the throbbing drums and the blood roaring in my ears.
The drum beat intensified as I was led around the circle of witches, so close that their hands groped and fondled me as I passed, my turgid cock being held, fondled, squeezed and at least once a witch bent down and took me into her mouth and sucked for a brief, warm, moment before I was led onwards.
The tension in the circle was electric, almost palpable and I rode the wave of their emotion. I was the Consort, come at last to mate with their Goddess.
Then I was guided over to the central altar, but was not laid on it but on a mattress that had been placed at its foot, with some pillows for my head.
I lay on my back and in the light of the moon and the fire, my massively erect, pulsating penis jutted up in the direction of the stars, awaiting the arrival of the Goddess.
A dark figure was led over to the altar, and two others removed her robe, and I saw for the first time my mother's naked body, as gorgeous, glorious and sexy as I had seen in my dream and I yearned to touch her, to enter and own her with a desperate need that almost tore my soul.
The witches' chanting and the beat of the drums reached a crescendo - then suddenly stopped.
In the silence, I swear I could hear my mother's hoarse panting as she knelt down and straddled my body, then my eyes met hers and I saw in their depths and in her beautiful welcoming smile, her boundless love and desire for me.
She held my cock beneath her kneeling body, and slowly guided my cock head into her warm wetness. With groan of long-anticipated pleasure, she thrust herself downwards on my turgid cock and breached her tight cunt, inch by delicious inch, on the full length of my cock up to my balls.
Dimly through my hypnotic state I became aware of a massive cheer that went up from the circle of witches as mum began to fuck herself on me. The intense shock of erotic delight that flooded through me from my cock to my core at once dispelled my dreamlike trance state, and I gasped as reality returned. No longer the passive virgin, I grabbed her and pulled her down towards me. I bucked my hips and matched each downwards thrust with an upwards one, battering at her slick cunt, pushing up to her cervix, her cunt stretched wide and penetrated deep. The drumming had started again and we fell into a motion that matched the drumbeat. I was blissfully aware that at last I was inside my mother, I was fucking her pussy that had produced me, and I suddenly became aware of her filthy talk as we fucked one another.
"That's it darling, fuck your Mummy! Harder! More! Yes!"
I responded, matching her, using every dark fantasy I had nurtured towards her.
"Your cunt is so tight, mum! I've got my cock inside you at last! I want to hear you scream as you cum! I'm going to cum inside you, make you pregnant, you'll have my baby!"
"Oh, yes! Yes, Josh, I want your baby!" Mum wailed as our tempo increased and our hips bucked in unison, as my glistening cock slid in and out of her, again and again to the sound of the drumbeat and raised voices chanting.
I pulled mum towards me and kissed her on the mouth, our tongues dueling. I broke away and kissed and nipped her neck and creamy shoulders. She leaned over me as in my dream, and offered her tits to my mouth. I sucked her pink, stiff nipples into my mouth, one after another, and bit and nipped at her tender, full breasts. I gripped her around her hips and her bottom, and cupped her arse cheeks in my hands and encouraged her to move faster with light slaps. The sensations seemed to drive her wild.
As our hips bucked, I felt my mum's body quivering, her cunt tightened around my cock and her moans and cries grew louder and more desperate.
I felt the surge of my own orgasm hitting me, it was so erotic, so hot I could hardly breathe. The sheer transgressive, sexy wrongness of what I was doing, filling my mum's pussy with my seed to get her pregnant just blew me away.
Then, as in my dream, she sat up straight with her head back, her tits thrust outwards like a magnificent ship's figurehead, as she shrieked her orgasm to the night sky.
The circle of witches erupted with cheers, hollers and applause and a louder drum beats, as I felt my balls tighten and I jetted explosive spasm after spasm of cum into my mother's welcoming womb, in a frenzy of erotic pleasure that finally saked my need, if only for a short time.
Mum collapsed on me, catching her breath, and I gradually recovered my wits.
She moaned as I withdrew from her.
"No-"
"I want you in bed. Tonight." I demanded. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't see straight."
I stood up and faced the circle of witches.
"I'm done here. Thank you organising this, but now I want a hot bath and Kate."
I bowed and received a round of applause and shrill cheers.
I noticed for the first time that I was sweating heavily in the humid night air.
"Once you're finished, you're welcome to come in for drinks and nibbles," I said, assuming my role as man of the house.
With that, I turned and walked back to my house.
I quickly toweled myself as dry as I could get, then pulled on some trousers and a tee shirt, and pushed my feet into some old deck shoes. I guessed the women wouldn't be log in coming in from the night and darkness, and I was right.
I was at the kitchen door to greet them as they filed in, and I had seen to the opening of champagne bottles and the pouring of drinks. Among the first was Andrea, laughing with delight a she pulled me into a very unsisterly embrace.
"Fuck! That was so hot!" She did an excited little dance on the spot. "You and mum, shagging and shouting about babies and shit!" She grinned and gave me a peck on the lips. "We've got to have a talk soon, you and I."
The others trickled in talking animatedly, in pairs and threes. In the middle came the High Priestess, Morganna, who was uncharacteristically silent and who looked somewhat diminished, as if her authority had sipped away.
Finally with a group of four other women, in came Kate, my mother, now dressed again in her black domino, with the hood down. She looked absolutely radiant and was blushing. I don't know what force compelled me, but when she came into the room, I grasped her right hand and raised the back of her hand to my lips, and did homage to my mother, my lover.
"Oh, Josh!" was her only comment, with shining eyes that looked only at me, and as cheers and whistles erupted from the assembled witches, I gripped her upper arms and brought my mouth down on hers, and her mouth opened under mine. I swept my tongue into her mouth and she responded with passion and energy. The kiss deepened and became hot, fierce and wild as she gripped me back. I cupped her breast with my hand through her gown as she gripped my head and held my mouth in place. I broke the kiss to come up for air.
"I want you right now," I said.
Mum looked around the room. "Right ladies, erm, you all heard him..."
"No, everyone please stay and help finish off the wine. But when they leave...!"
The next hour was the slowest in my life as the coven swigged the champagne I had opened and guzzled the nibbles, showing reluctance to end the evening, Andrea being among the worst offenders, she wanted to get the party started and keep it going. I put my arm around mum's waist and we circulated as a couple, like a regular boyfriend and girlfriend. We were congratulated over and over on our performance, and I was told that the magickal energy released (whatever that was) had been phenomenal. Only Morganna wasn't present. It seemed she had slipped away.
The women's saucy speculation about what mum and I would be doing later would have made a sailor blush. The sound of their animated, excited chatter and laughter at last followed them down the drive as they eventually took their leave. I had six scraps of paper with phone numbers on them slipped into my hands as we said good-night.
That left mum, and I standing in the hall as I closed the front door. Andrea had disappeared, probably off to bed.
"Kate," I said hoarsely, "I want you upstairs, now."
I took her hand and we hurried upstairs to the main bathroom.
We both stank of sweat and wood smoke.
There, I took mum into my arms and we kissed deeply once more, our tongues swirling around each other's. I broke the kiss and nuzzled mum's neck as I turned her around and I undid the buttons at the back of her robe and let it fall to the floor. I caught my breath as I saw in the electric light my mum's gorgeous body properly for the first time. I stepped back to admire her. Her flesh is white and creamy, her back is smooth, and broad at the shoulders, and it runs in delightful, long curves to her hips that flare out to the glorious globes of her firm, apple-shaped bottom. He legs are long and shapely, with hardly an ounce of fat, tapering down to nicely-proportioned ankles. I was overwhelmed with emotion and wanting.
"Mum, you're lovely!"
She smiled over her shoulder and twirled.
"You like?"
She raised her hands and cupped her breasts, firm, proud and with barely any stretch marks or droop.
"Big enough for you?" She asked.
I nodded. "I love them. I love all of you!" I blurted.
"Here, come and get them," mum replied.
I caught hold of her and kissed my way down her neck to her tits, and sucked a nipple into my mouth as she sighed with pleasure. Her nipples hardened in response, and she clung to me as I gently nipped and licked them, then went back up to her neck and ears and teased an earlobe with my tongue. By the time I returned to her tits a few moments later, she was moaning with delight.
"Mmmm, let's get in the shower", she said.
I turned it on and we stood under the spray as it soaked our bodies. I used a bar of soap to wash her neck, shoulders and breasts, which were full, round, and delightfully soft under my hands. Then I moved lower, over her belly and navel, lower to the short landing strip of curls above her cunt. Using one arm to hold her, with my other hand I pushed the bar of soap between her legs as she groaned, her hips jerking in pleasure. I dropped the soap and used my fingers to circle her labia, pushing a finger inside. She had shown me where she liked being touched and I found her clit and pinched it as her hips bucked and trembled beneath her, her back arching as she cried out. My cock was again rampant, and she grabbed it and squeezed as I brought her off again. She moaned louder and panting and trembling went over the edge, her orgasm shuddering through her.
"I want to come inside you, mum", I said, once her trembling had stopped.
"I want you inside me too," she replied. "Let me wash you and you can take me to bed."
She took a loofah and rubbed me clean, running her hands over my chest and legs, and circling my rock-hard cock.
She wrapped my hands around me and started stroking with one hand and her other hand cupped my balls. I was in trouble.
I gently moved her hands away as she laughed. "This is getting me going again!"
"I don't want to shoot too soon, mum," I said. "I want to cum inside you."
We rinsed off and stepped out of the shower and we grabbed towels and dried one another off. I paid attention to her bottom, squeezing her cheeks as I dried, and pushing my hand between her cheeks, running a finger down and finding her rosebud arsehole. Mum quivered as I probed it with a finger.
"Ooh,you're a bum man, are you?" Mum gasped, and wiggled her backside saucily.
"I love your bum, mum," I replied and gave her a little spank. She stuck out her bottom in response.
"Hmm, that's nice," she said. "We'll have to see about that."
Then I led her by the hand, naked, out of the bathroom and along the corridor. My cock was pointing at the ceiling and bobbed up and down as I walked.
"I want it to be in your bed, Josh", mum said.
So I took her into my bedroom and gently laid her on her back on my queen-sized bed.
I pushed her thighs apart.
"I can't wait to taste you, to lick you, mum."
I knelt down as found her pussy with my mouth. I smelt her arousal, and she was hot and wet, her juice delicious. She moaned as I licked up the length of her cunt and pushed though her delicate folds into her opening. I found her clit and her body arched, her hands clenched tight in my hair and she ground herself into my mouth. My face was soon covered in her juice. Her body went stiff and she made a whimper as she climaxed again, her fingers almost pulling my hair out as she rode my tongue as I pushed it inside her cunt as far as I could. My cock was hard and I needed to push into her. I stood up and lowered my body on top of mum's and pushed her thighs out wide. I found her opening with my cock head and she guided me in with a hand. When I slid my cock inside with a surge, it felt like coming home. I felt an urgent rush, a need to possess and cum as fast I could and mum held me as I pounded her hard, grunting as each thrust became harder and faster than the previous one, and I didn't last very long before I felt my orgasm peak deep in my loins.
"Cum for me," she panted, "cum inside me! Yes!"
"Kate, I love you," I groaned, as with a massive surge I came in a wave of giddy delight that left me gasping with pleasure as my cum jetted in surts into my mum's pussy.
She held me tight as my orgasm ebbed, stroking my hair, and I kept my cock inside her until it softened and slipped out.
"Thank you, that was so beautiful, I needed that," she whispered, her body cuddling into mine, her legs entwined with mine.
She gripped my cock, now slippery with cum and her pussy juice, as we both caught our breath.
"I haven't been fucked like that in ages and I can't get enough of him," she purred. She brought her hand to her mouth and sucked my cum off her fingers. "I love the way you taste, too."
"You're mine, now Kate," I replied. I put my hand on her slick, wet pussy that oozed my cream pie. "I own your pussy. This is mine, now."
"Yes!" Mum replied softly. "I'm all yours now. You can have me however and whenever you want, you know that, don't you?"
"It's been a hell of a night," I said after a couple of minutes quiet spooning. We'd have to clean ourselves up in a few minutes, but we were both happy to be in each other's arms, with my sperm tricking down mum's legs and bottom, messing up the sheets. I owned her, body and soul.
She laughed quietly. "Yes! We've agreed who the new High Priestess will be," she said. "The Great Rite was successful, we're all agreed now, and you were such a massive part of that, darling. I can't thank you enough."
"Oh," I asked, "who is it, then?"
"Who do you think it is? It's me, silly."Mum and the Daughters of the Moon Ch. 02
Mother and Son Confirm Their Love.
Me , My Mum, My Sister and the Daughters of the Moon
Part Two
A big thank you to everyone who voted for Part One of my story and even bigger thanks to those kind people who left comments. I can scarcely believe it's been five years since Part 1 was published... Tempus fugit.
If you have not already read Part One to this story, then I advise you to do so NOW, as this chapter won't make much sense, otherwise.
As ever, all characters are over 18.
This story features sex, nudity, bad language and witchcraft, but even more disconcerting to American readers, the Queen's English, UK slang and spellings. If "colour" puts you off color, this story perhaps isn't for you. In Britain, 'a grass' is a snitch, and the verb is the same word.
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Cala Banyalbufar, Mallorca, Mediterranean Sea.
The night is warm and humid, with a profound silence. Pale lights from the ancient stone farmhouse windows spill out across the garden's citrus trees into the darkness. Far below our safe mountain haven, a ribbon of silver moonlight stretches across the ink-black sea to the distant horizon.
We have just finished dinner, local fish and vegetables eaten by lamplight outdoors on the terrace, washed down with a perfect red wine.
Mum's mouth is hot and wet on my cock as she helps herself to dessert, kneeling by my chair. Her soft lips and ceaseless tongue tease and provoke my swollen cock head, then slide down and around my girth to suck my balls, back up again, down and up, sucking the head in past her teeth, pressing gently onto the roof of her mouth, and licking again with her tongue, running her lips up and down, up and down, her warm breath tickling... Mum's special blowjob, for her special boy.
Beads of sweat pool on my stomach, my shorts are pooled around my ankles, I breathe in short rasps as I feel the tension gathering in my groin and as I pass the point of no return, I clench my hands on my chair's armrests my ejaculate bursts into her mouth in jets as I cry her name "KATE!" Lights flash behind my closed eyes, and I arch my back as I spasm. The intensity slowly fades, and I sag back into my chair gasping, drained, spent.
Kate licks cum off my cock, giggling, sucking her gooey fingers, then stands and extends her hand to me.
"Bedtime, now."
I kick away my shorts and stand up, my cock already softening.
"'Night, darling", says mum.
"'Nighty-night", I say, and we leave Andrea, my sister, our spectator sitting alone in the velvet gloom, with one hand in her panties, the other holding her wine.
In our bedroom, I quickly strip mum naked, and tease, tantalize and torment her with my mouth, lingering at the nape of her neck below her ear in that place that makes her melt, then kissing and nipping down her tanned body via her tits where I leave teeth marks, and down across her belly to her mound. I soon have her screeching, her hips bucking beneath me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders and head as I circle her clit and stab her pink folds and entrance with my tongue. Finally, with my sticky cock hard again, I slip it inside her and fuck her into an exhausted slumber.
I am over-tired, and sleep eludes me. As my mother quietly sleeps beside me, my hand cupping her warm backside, my restless mind drifts back to how we came to be here and wondering when we ever will see home again. For we are in exile, for at least this year, and for who knows how many more, one of the most notorious families that has ever fled England one jump ahead of the law, in the full glare of social media, newspapers and TV publicity, the summer's sensation, the infamous "Incest Witchcraft Family!"
It was too good a story for the gutter-press and self-righteous Twitter hate-mobs not to pursue in the mid-summer "silly season" when real news is thin on the ground. Even the respectable broadsheets reported it, deprecating our depravity, whilst of course sparing their readers no salacious details to feel disgusted by, "with more on page 5!".
My mum's belief that our antics out in our garden in the coven's fire-lit circle would remain a secret now seems hopelessly naïve.
Of course, the story did not get out there by accident: someone in my mum's coven had grassed us up.
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East Sussex, England, two months earlier
The bedside clock showed it was just after 4am as the dawn chorus started in the garden and I was awake early, despite my physical and mental exhaustion: I felt too elated, too wired, too full of adrenaline. Besides, I wasn't used to sharing a bed with anyone, even if the lustrous dark hair that was fanned out over the pillow next to mine belonged to my mother. She was sleeping on her side and facing me, her full breasts tipped with pink nipples and areolas were only partially hidden by her bent arm. The thrown-back duvet came up to her waist and I exulted in the sight of her pale torso gently rising and falling as she slept, her breath cool on my shoulder. I studied her closely in the dim light that filtered through the curtains. Her long eyelashes quivered as she dreamed, a half-smile on her lips. Perhaps she was dreaming about last night, what we had done together virtually the whole night through?
I had fucked my mother, and not just once, but again and again.
After giving my mum my virginity in the Great Rite in full view of her coven, I had showered with her, lathering her body, soaping and kneading her generous tits and bottom, and then we had gone to my bed. I had brought her to a gasping climax with my tongue, and then came the moment I had long waited for and fantasized about. I had fucked her, not in the coven's circle in a drugged-up frenzy, but in my bed. I was rough in my fumbling, inexperienced haste, almost afraid she would change her mind, grabbing hold of her, forcing myself inside her, ignoring her needs. It was all about my own urgent desires. In a paroxysm of panting, gasping lust, I had taken her, ridden her, fucking her tight, wet cunt, slamming my hard cock into her again and again, biting her neck and tits like a mad animal, spraying her cervix with my cum as I vented several years' savage sexual frustration on her. Throughout, mum had clung onto me, passively, and had allowed me to use her like a slut. I'm not proud of it in hindsight, it was too much like rape, all a result of my graceless inexperience with a woman, but at the time, man, what a glorious fuck!
I had cuddled her close afterwards as my sperm trickled down her thighs as we whispered our secrets to each other. We then cleaned one another up in my bathroom.
Mum gently cleaned my cock and balls with a wettened cloth and leaned down and kissed the top of my cock, whilst her gorgeous, full tits swung free. Already, shame at my roughness was starting to eat at my conscience.
"You certainly gave me a good seeing-to," she said with a little laugh. "I'll be walking like John Wayne tomorrow."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so rough", I said.
"It's okay, darling," she said with a smile, putting her fingers to my lips to hush further apologies from me. "It was good and hard: I've not had a fuck like that in years! It's nice to be wanted."
I blushed.
Now it was my turn to clean her.
I knelt in front of mum's parted legs and tenderly used the same wetted washcloth on her thighs, pussy folds and up around her bottom to wipe away my sperm.
Mum was softly "Oooh"-ing, giggling and squirming as I carried out this most personal of ablutions. The sight of my mother's nakedness in soft glow of the dimmed bathroom light, her womanly aroused scent, her warmth and closeness as my fingers brushed her crisp, curly auburn pubes, her swollen cunt lips and thighs, the way her luscious breasts jiggled as her body moved under my fingers, these were so intimate and erotic that blood rushed to my cock again and I was hard within seconds as my desire for my mum's body rekindled. My rapid breath rasped in my throat.
It's odd, but the lines from a childhood poem came to mind as I leaned in to her again, inhaling her feminine scent and I recited softly as I washed her,
"Oh, wonderful pussy, oh pussy my love,
What a wonderful pussy you are, you are,
What a wonderful pussy you are."
"You say the loveliest things", mum murmured, with her eyes closed, basking in my attentions.
I leaned in as I knelt on the floor and kissed my way from her knees to the top of her thighs as mum trembled and opened her legs wider for my access. I dived in with my tongue again on the pink and folded beauty of her glistening pussy. Mum groaned and leaned back against the wall as I used the fingers of both hands to open up her labia and licked from bottom to the top, lingering at her clit as I sucked it into my mouth and tongued it while she ground her hips into my face, grabbing my hair and holding me there to show me just where she liked it, until I thought she would tear my hair out, whilst she groaned. My mouth was filled with her warm honey. Licking downwards, finding her pussy opening, I stuck in my tongue as far it would go and tongue-fucked her until her shaking, writhing and cries told me another orgasm was imminent.
"Oh Goddess, Josh, don't stop!" mum cried.
Gripping my hair harder than ever, she came with a heaving shudder and cried my name, as my mouth was suddenly sprayed with a gush of warm fluid, which I thought on tasting, was her pee. On a night of firsts, that was a turn on as well. OK, I have a bit of a pee fetish, so sue me.
I clambered to my feet and held her close until she had caught her breath, my hands running riot over her body, her bottom and tits.
"Oh, darling, that was wonderful!" Mum laughed with delight into my ear. "Come back to bed!"
She gripped my cock firmly and led me back to bed. I was feeling very proud of myself.
I had given my mother another orgasm!
Back in bed, mum was insatiable, I was inexperienced.
"Love me again, Josh", she pleaded, her mouth pouting with desire.
I gauchely tried to kiss her, but awkwardly met her nose as mum moved her head.
Mum laughed softly. "Here, like this..."
She brought her mouth onto mine and licked along my lips. She thrust her tongue into my mouth as our kiss deepened, as I grabbed onto her bottom cheeks, my cock butting her lower belly.
She started to teach me what she liked.
"Touch me here... And here... "
I tried not to fumble, my breathing was rapid and ragged, and my heartbeat pounded in my ears.
"Slow down, darling", mum teased.
Under her gentle guidance, I started a slow, tender exploration of her body, sharing deep kisses that made my toes curl, stroking her flanks, giving deep tissue massage to her back, squeezing the firm globes of her bottom. She was soon wriggling, moaning with passion once more.
"Yes, like that, that's the idea!" mum breathed.
I felt again her cunt's wet heat, her liquid honey slick between my fingers, the tender folds and hard nub of her clit. I nuzzled her ear and neck, before kissing my way back down to her tits. I sucked her nipples one after another into my mouth while mum held me close.
"I want your cock inside me, darling!" she gasped. "Please, now!"
I moved over, and my mum rolled onto her front and opened her legs and with her hand guided my turgid cock into her, doggystyle. I was hard, she was wet. We were both slick with sweat again.
"Oh God mum, you're so tight!"
Whereas before, I had taken and virtually raped her, this time it started as slow, tender, loving and sweet. We found our rhythm, and speeded up our tempo, skin slapping on skin, until my cock was ramming into her as she moved beneath me in unison, as I held her beneath her hips with one arm and in a sudden surge of self-confidence, found her bum hole with my other hand and pushed in my index finger to the first knuckle.
Mum screeched loudly, then bucked and writhed as her pussy and arsehole were fucked by my cock and fingertip together.
"Oh-oh!" I felt her pussy muscles contracting as she came, and her reaction tipped me over the edge, so that I don't even know who finished first. I had hardly anything left in me, having cum twice already this evening, but my cock spurted out what remained deep into mum's cervix.
I pulled out of mum's still quivering body and collapsed beside her. As she panted with the exertion, I felt, rather than saw, her beaming smile.
"Well done, darling, that was lovely!"
We slept restlessly, awoke, fucked, and slept again.
Now I was wide awake in the dawn's early light, and mum was asleep beside me.
I decided I was too restless to sleep again and seeing the daylight light up the shadows in the bedroom, I gently slid out of bed without awaking mum and pulled a pair of jogging pants on and softly tiptoed out of the room. I went downstairs into the kitchen and put the kettle on for want of something better to do. I poured myself a glass of cold OJ from the fridge, relishing the silent and morning sunlight streaming in through the windows and nearly jumped out of my skin when my sister Andrea suddenly cooed "'Morning, lover boy!" in my ear.
"Fuck!" I spluttered as I splashed refrigerated OJ all over my bare chest and the floor.
"Fuck? You certainly did", Andrea smirked. "All night long. You need to move your bed. It was banging against the wall all night."
I dried myself off with a dishcloth. Andrea was dressed in a tee shirt that barely covered the essentials.
"Were we loud?" I asked with a grin.
"Loud? Gods, loud? You should have heard yourselves! Mum was all, "Yes, yes yes, yes, ohhhh Josh!"" Andrea mimicked mum having an orgasm in a high screechy voice.
"I'm sorry if we kept you awake," I said.
"Don't be, big boy. So", Andrea said with a saucy drawl, "Is mum a good fuck, then?"
"The best", I said, "But of course, I don't have anyone to compare her to."
Andrea grinned.
"Like, how many times did you fuck her?"
This was undoubtedly turning into the oddest conversation ever, but hell, what was "normal" any more for either of us? I couldn't deny that I'd spent all night fucking our mother. I sort of felt that Andrea had a right to know.
"Um, four times?"
"Four!" Andrea squealed. "You liar!"
"I'm not! I made her cum twice more as well when I licked her, uh, pussy", I said, now suddenly feeling a bit awkward to be talking of pussy with my sister.
"You gave her oral twice?" Andrea asked, astonished.
"Sure."
"You like it?"
"It's great, I loved it. Why wouldn't I?"
"Loads of guys are a bit reluctant about going "down there". You're something special if you liked it."
"I did it to her once in bed and then again in the bathroom. Mum loved it. She came all over my face. I think she squirted pee on me a bit, too."
"Oh gods, bro!' TMI!" Andrea laughed, now suddenly tickled pink I had spilt the beans.
She looked at me appraisingly.
"There's more to you than meets the eye", she said finally.
"Says my sister, the expert. How many guys have you had, anyway?"
"Not as many as you obviously think."
"Eight? Ten?" I hazarded a guess.
"Oh thanks, you make me sound like the village bike!"
"Well, I have no idea. You've always had guys chasing you."
"For your information, the answer is precisely three."
"Three! Now who's a liar!"
"I am not a liar! You take that back!"
"You've always had a bloke on your arm. You have a new one practically every month!"
Andrea rolled her eyes. "And why do you think that is? Because I wouldn't just be their casual fuck. So, I get dumped, and called frigid."
"Oh?" I was too dumbstruck to say anything. "Dumb" being the operative word, I guess.
Andrea glared at me, all five feet five of concentrated hostility.
"My last fuck was over a year ago, if you must know. Then Danny and I split up." Andrea put her hands on her hips, which made her tee-shirt stretch attractively over her tits.
"Look, I'm sorry, OK?" I raised my hands placatingly. "I didn't know, I just assumed -"
"You just assumed that I suck a different cock every week. Why do you guys always have to be such shits?" Her furious look gave way to tears. "And my own brother thinks..."
I'm not exactly a world leader in emotional intelligence, but I could see that she needed a hug, and I enfolded her in my arms and squeezed.
"I said I'm sorry." Andrea's hair smelt faintly of Strawberry Fizz. I hugged her close and finally she responded by putting her arms around me and hugging me back. We hugged for what felt like a minute. I felt her tears on my shoulder and as her chest heaved, I also felt her soft yet firm tits against my chest. Very different thoughts started to zip through my mind then, thoughts of sliding my hand down Andrea's lower back to squeeze her bottom and yanking down her panties and feeling her sweet cunt. I caught myself wondering if she shaved her pubes. A sudden surge of heat in my groin showed my cock springing to life again, stiffening in my jogging bottoms. I turned sideways so it didn't poke Andrea in the stomach. Damn. Think non-sexy thoughts, Josh... Mountains... Waterfalls... Trees... Birds... Tits! Lovely wobbling tits and a pert, firm bottom... Aargh!
Andrea sensed my tension and pulled away. Her tears had stopped, and she gave me a wan smile. I was forgiven. Then something about my stance must have struck her as odd, because her gaze shifted downwards, and she noticed for the first time my tented track bottoms. Her mouth split into a wide grin.
"Is that all for me?" Andrea teased. Then her lips pouted.
"I wanna see your cock again, bro'."
"Uh..." My mind was reeling. I had up to now thought Andrea's attitude the night before was teasing and playful and I had no idea that she wanted to take things further. How much further I wasn't even sure. I felt as if the floor was opening and swallowing me up as what had seemed just yesterday immutable and fixed, that my sister thought I was insignificant and was here just to be mocked or pitied by her, dissolved like smoke on a teaspoon.
"Hey, come on, you've shown it to mum and half the women in the village. My turn, now."
I took a leap in the dark.
Fumbling, with my heart racing, I pulled my jogging bottoms down to my thighs and my stiff cock sprang free.
Andrea stood gazing at it. Then she spoke with a husky tone in her voice, "Wank it for me bro'. Let's see how you jack off."
I stroked myself slowly and she was mesmerized by the movement of my hand. The head was now engorged and purple. A bead of precum coalesced at the tip.
"Faster!"
I nearly did wank myself to orgasm, but then I thought of mum lying upstairs, waiting for me. I wanted to save everything I had for her.
I stopped and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, I'd love to carry on, but I need to get back to mum. I need to be able to fuck her again."
Andrea pouted and sighed.
"All right, yes, I understand. You'd rather have her."
Hey, it's not "rather", it's just that mum's in my bed right now and we've got unfinished business."
"Well... okay, I guess", she said reluctantly. "But I want to see you later, in my room and you can finish what we started."
"It's a deal", I said, relieved. I didn't want to upset either my sister or mum.
"Why are you up so early, anyway?" I asked curiously.
"I just wanted to get the story", Andrea admitted with a sly grin. "It's not every day your mum and baby brother go to bed together and shag like stoats all night long." Andrea paused for a second and then asked, "When do I get to watch?"
I was taken aback.
"Why?"
"Why do I want to watch?" Andrea asked. She paused and it came out in a rush of words. "Last night was so fuckin' hot when you were handing drinks around stark bollock naked, and then you and mum did it in the coven, you yelling about her having your babies, and I don't want to be left out by you and mum. That's really why I want to watch you wank off." She paused for breath.
As Andrea stood there clad just in her tee shirt, I had a sudden insight that she might be feeling vulnerable and worried about being excluded by this new family dynamic, even though I'd have struggled to put it into so many words.
I gave a her another hug, feeling her soft tits again against my chest through the thin fabric of her tee shirt. My cock jabbed her tummy, although neither of us mentioned it.
"I don't suppose that was any weirder than you watch me jerk off. You'd better ask mum to see if she'll mind", I replied.
"Witches have a saying, 'Do as you will and harm none', Andrea recited. "It's not harming anyone, it's basically OK."
I made a cup of the vital Assam, strong and tan the way mum liked it, and brought it upstairs to my bedroom and placed it on the bedside table next to mum, who was just waking up.
I slipped off my jogging pants and slipped into bed beside her and found her smooth, warm bottom with my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Mmmm", mum rolled over and her hand found my groin and gently cupped my balls.
I nuzzled her neck under her ear and made her purr.
"Tea first", mum teased, and sat up.
Seeing her stretch across for her mug, her full breasts swinging with delightful wobbles, took my breath away. She sat up and sipped her tea and sighed with pleasure.
"Lovely", mum said. "Do you know, I can't remember when a man last brought me a cup of tea in bed?"
"Dad, I expect", I said. I then changed the subject.
"Kate", I said, using her first name, "How did you know that I was a virgin, anyway?"
Mum gave me an embarrassed glance.
"I sort of guessed", she said, "As you'd never had a girlfriend. I didn't think you are the sort to use a prostitute."
"No, I'm not", I agreed and crossed my fingers beneath the duvet. Never say never...
"When the idea was first suggested, I thought it would be between you and someone else in the coven, which was I suppose, all right in theory. But then the more I thought about it, the more I knew I'd be insanely jealous if you had sex with anyone else in the circle. But when I was told it had to be with me, I nearly had a heart attack!"
"So, you agreed, eventually?"
"Yes, after thinking about it, and it had the advantage that we would be using the mother and son relationship energies of the Goddess and her Consort.", mum explained. "Then I had to test the water and see if you were interested." She smirked. "I'd say that was a success."
"I still felt, well, completely controlled, when I found out, you know?" In fact, the way in which the entire situation had been set up by the coven without my knowledge still rankled with me somehow, although I struggled to put it into words, even if it had ended up with me fulfilling one of my biggest fantasies.
Mum turned towards me and slid her foot slowly down my leg, whilst her hand caressed my balls again.
"I'm sure you can think of a way to punish me, darling," she said in her most sultry voice.
She turned the full charm of her lustrous dark eyes and wide smile on me, and once again I had the sense of control slipping away from me.
I grabbed her squirming body and hauled her across my lap, bottom upwards as she laughed.
I paused briefly to enjoy the view of her pussy peeking out between the peach of her arse cheeks, while mum made a play at struggling and then she stuck her bottom up for me and lay still.
I brought my right hand down on her right bottom cheek with a loud crack, and as mum squealed and wriggled on my lap, I beat a steady tattoo of slaps on her quivering behind, as I laughed with delight and mum yelped. My cock was painfully hard and pressed into mum's tummy.
The bedroom door suddenly banged open and hit the wall. Andrea stood there, all agog and arms raised.
She yelled, "What are you doing? You little shit, you're hurting her, leave her alone!"
I stopped, with hand raised above mum's now gently pink bum, while mum raised her torso on her elbows.
"Josh is giving me a well-deserved spanking, darling," mum said brightly. "Haven't you ever been spanked before?"
Andrea was speechless and merely shook her head.
Andrea wore her pink tee shirt; mum wore a smile.
"You don't know what you're missing, darling", mum said.
I probed with my fingers into mum's folds of flesh beneath her bottom, between her parted thighs, and I found her hot and very wet.
"You liked that, didn't you?" I asked.
"Mmm. But now I want to do something for you." Then she asked Andrea, "Are you coming in or going?" Andrea looked down uncertainly and traced a line on the carpet with a foot.
"Can I watch?" Andrea asked softly.
"Oooh!" Mum replied with a light laugh. "I don't mind, if Josh doesn't, darling. Do you mind, Josh, if your sister watches us?"
"No..." I said.
Andrea walked over sat on the foot of the bed and I felt the mattress depress where she sat.
Mum knelt on the bed and pointed her bright red bottom at Andrea.
"His hand is hard. Look at my poor bottom! Your little brother is such a brute!" She rubbed it demonstratively, turned and gave me a smouldering pout.
"What did you do for him to do that?" Andrea asked.
"Nothing! Honestly. Well, apart from setting him up last night. He's feeling a little bit manipulated."
Andrea laughed.
"Josh gave me such lovely orgasms last night, darling", mum said to her. "He went down on me twice and it was absolute heaven. So, I'm going to do something extra special for him, I'm giving him mummy's special blow-job."
She hopped off the bed and knelt on the floor and whisked the duvet entirely off me. My straining cock was begging for relief. I felt Andrea's eyes on me from her place at the foot of the bed, judging and evaluating. My cock was even bigger than it had been in the kitchen.
If anything, having my sister witness everything was an even bigger turn-on.
Mum turned and said to Andrea, "I bet I can make him come in under a minute."
"No deal", said Andrea with a cute giggle, "He looks ready to explode!"
Mum bobbed her head down, and whilst holding my hands and maintaining eye contact through the dark bell of her hair, she started to lick her way up and down my cock, with long, slow, tormenting laps of her tongue, swirling it around my cock head, delving the tip into my pee hole, and teasing her way back down, now by caressing me only with her lips. Mum languorously dragged her lips below my cock head, then started using her tongue again, now kissing my cock and licking around my girth with short, measured strokes of her tongue. Mum was like a slave-girl serving her master's desire. I gasped in pleasure at the erotic display. I had eyes only for hers, as mum tormented me, never giving me the pleasure of taking me wholly into her mouth, but the stop-start, tantalizing sensation of her tongue, her lips and her warm breath was soul-shattering. I sensed the familiar surge in my groin as I was tipped over the edge and with a grunted "I'm cumming!", my cock spurted huge ropes of cum over mum's face and hair as I came in spasms, as she continued to lick and tease me with her lips, but now she was also sucking my cum into her mouth.
She released my hands and turned to my sister, who seemed astonished, yet delighted at what she had just witnessed.
Andrea said "Wow! That was fucking awesome, mum! Under a minute!"
Without a word, mum leaned towards her and gripped the back of her head.
Andrea squealed, "Ah, no, hang on now, just wait!", but mum brought her lips remorselessly down on to hers, dribbling my cum into Andrea's mouth, and licking her own lips, swallowing what remained in her mouth. If I hadn't cum already, I would have done then.
"There, darling. You wanted to watch, and now you know what he tastes like, don't you?" Mum smiled.
Andrea was speechless, her mouth half-open and liberally daubed with my sperm, and as if in a trance, she slowly wiped her mouth with her hand and then cautiously licked her fingers.
Mum bent her head back towards my groin and this time, took my softening cock into her mouth, and licked it clean of cum.
She swallowed, and after smacking her lips, said, "Yum-yum! What shall we have for breakfast? Is Josh cooking?"
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I cooked a breakfast of eggs and bacon, which was then my signature dish. I've expanded my repertoire quite a bit since then, but mum and Andrea didn't seem to be complaining. Mum's laughter and the rose and blush of her cheeks was her response to Andrea's mockery of mum and I fucking noisily.
I grilled the breakfast bacon as Andrea grilled mum about last night, as they sat knee-to-knee facing one another across the kitchen table. Mum was wearing a diaphanous robe that I had not seen before, being of a blue silk that showed every lovely contour on her body, which I was only just beginning to get to know. She looked absolutely radiant this late morning or lunchtime as it was rapidly becoming, and I was only dimly becoming aware of the ripening effects of sex on a mature woman.
"Come on mum" she was saying, "I want details. Spill!"
"Well, in the circle it was me that was in control, and I was on top, but when Josh took me upstairs, well, first time he was so eager I felt I was being taken by force, overwhelmed -"
"You mean he forced you?" Andrea's voice rose in outrage.
"No, darling, just that he took me hard and deep." Mum's voice took on a plaintive note. "I hadn't been fucked like that in years. Afterwards, I showed him how to be more respectful, and gentle. That was lovely, but in a different way. I can't tell you how nice his cock felt inside me."
"Talk among yourselves, pretend I'm not here", I said sarcastically, as I plonked two plates of grilled bacon and toast down on the table. They did exactly that and continued as if I wasn't there.
"Is my little brother any good?" Andrea asked with a grin.
"Well, he's a quick learner, I'll say that", mum said with her cheeks pink.
"How many times did he make you cum?" Andrea demanded.
"Um, about seven times", mum admitted.
"Seven!" Andrea exclaimed. "You slut! I've never cum even three times a night!" She looked at mum with narrowed eyes. "You must have been absolutely gagging for it."
"Well, I was of course, darling," mum said, laying a hand on Andrea's hand. "But your brother's a quick learner as I said. "He made me cum at least three times just using his tongue on my pussy. I must have pulled half his hair out! Then next time he pushed his cock in me, I thought I was going to melt."
Well, I thought, that was one orgasm more than I had thought I'd given her. It was getting better and better!
Andrea licked her lips involuntarily and her eyes flicked over to me. She grinned.
"So, marks out of ten?"
"Oh, I don't know" Mum said with a laugh. "Say, maybe a five?"
"Only five!" I spluttered, insulted.
"Five", mum said, looking at the clock on the wall. "I've been awake for at least the last two hours, and you haven't even fucked me, yet." She pouted at me and smiled again, and it was like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. "But I'll give you a ten if you make it up to me later!"
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As we were eating, I displayed my usual good table manners by switching on my mobile phone and checking for any texts overnight. What I saw made my blood run cold and drain from my face. Twelve texts! The first was from my friend, Matt, who lived in the village. It had been sent earlier that morning and read:
"Is it tru u fukked ur mum?"
Luke had sent me three texts.
"Was it good?" being the only printable one.
The others were from complete randoms, I didn't recognise the numbers. Someone had been spreading my mobile number around.
One of them read "Pervert!"
Another was "Incest is a crime!"
"What's the matter, darling?" asked mum, seeing my face.
I silently handed her the phone.
"Ah." Mum shrugged. "All right, so people are gossiping. Haters are gonna hate. Let them."
"But won't it get out - like to the police?"
"They'll need evidence for that. Nobody who was there last night will say anything."
"Someone obviously has already."
"If we have a mole", mum said, "I'll find her and deal with her."
I sent a reply text to Matt. "No, your mum!"
To Luke, I replied, "Jealous?"
He replied two minutes later, "Yes", with a smiley face.
Even so, I was nervous. I didn't like the idea of gossip about me having fucked my mother spreading all around the village.
Of course, I ought to have worried about being talked about much earlier, but then I had been thinking with my cock.
After brunch, mum started yawning. "I think I'll lie down for a bit", and she smiled at my glance. "No, in my bed, and I mean sleep. I hardly got a wink all night, and I'm quite sore."
"Oh! TMI, mum!" Andrea laughed.
Mum took a lingering kiss and her leave in a cloud of fragrance upstairs.
"I need a shower," I told Andrea. "See you later."
I went upstairs to the bathroom nearest mine, ran the shower, stripped and hopped in. Gods, the hot needles of water felt great against my skin. As I soaped up, my mind went back to how mum and I had spent the night and the memory of how it felt to be cock-deep in her pussy up to the hilt began to make my cock harden and stir again. I resisted the impulse to finish it, as I knew I would need it all later, and instead, washed thoroughly, rinsed, and turned the shower off. I stepped out of the shower, wrapped myself in a towel, gave myself a quick rub down and headed for my bedroom. Last night was catching up with me. I was tired and the idea of a nap sounded good. I quickly shut the bedroom door behind me and dropped the towel to the floor, looked towards my closet and did a rapid double-take.
Andrea was sitting at the foot of my bed, dressed in just a clean T shirt and a pair of black panties.
"Oh!"
I was startled but resisted the urge to cover myself with my hands.
"You owe me a show, so I came in to watch." Her gaze travelled down my damp and naked body.
My skin broke out in goose bumps as I processed her stare.
"You're not actually in too bad a shape, bro'."
For some reason, my tongue had cleaved to the roof of my mouth and felt too big to speak. I know Andrea had seen it all as recently as this morning, but still. I found that being on our own, me stark naked, was strangely arousing. I swallowed and found my voice.
"You want to watch me wank?"
"You promised. So how about getting on with it?"
"Standing or sitting?"
"Standing, over here where I can see properly."
I moved closer to her, where motes of dust floated in the afternoon sunlight streaming in through the windows.
My cock was stiff again at the thought of jerking off for my sister.
Andrea sat forward, elbows on her knees. She had a ring-side seat of my hard cock.
My hand slid slowly up and down my shaft, which was now rigid.
"Does this look good?" I asked.
"Yes. Don't stop," Andrea said faintly, with a pink tinge to her cheeks.
"Show me your tits?" I asked.
Without a word, Andrea pulled her tee shirt over her head and flung it aside. Her tits are not as big as our mum's but have the same perky pink nipples and areolas. They are well-shaped and lovely. My mouth watered. You can tell Andrea is our mother's daughter. I felt my self-control slip away again.
Andrea seemed mesmerised, with her gaze focussed on my groin, I found it a huge turn-on once more having my topless sister as my audience. I found the whole situation so pervy and arousing that my cock was very quickly ready to explode.
What with my display for the witches, I think I might be an exhibitionist. No, really.
I increased the tempo slightly and thrust my hips forward, so that the engorged, purple tip of my cock was just inches from Andrea's face.
Her lips parted and she was breathing faster, her eyes glittering like springtime rain.
Up and down went my hand, pumping faster and faster, I watched her eyes moving up and down following my hand, up and down, up and down, and as the surge in my groin pushed me beyond the point of no return, I gasped as my hips jerked, my orgasm hit, I turned towards my sister and jetted her with spurts of pearly jam that landed across her incredulous face, her hair and tits. Andrea was speechless, her mouth half-open and for the second time that day, her face was liberally daubed with my cum. Again, she wiped her mouth and licked cum off her fingers, whilst I caught my breath.
We looked at each other. Andrea stood up a little unsteadily, and spontaneously, we grabbed hold of one another and clung tight. Her lips pressed hard onto mine. Her mouth opened, our tongues met, and I tasted my own salty cum as we snogged. My right hand moved seemingly of its own volition, stroking her hair, her back, and made her way to the front of her panties, and cupped her mound. Andrea groaned into my mouth and pressed herself against me. I pushed my hand beneath her panties' waistband and stoked her labia, which was hot and damp under my fingers.
"Breaking our kiss, Andrea gasped into my ear, "Goddess, I am so wet!"
I pushed a finger, then two, into her slick folds and her body bucked in my arms.
I pushed her back onto my bed, and lay down beside her, and yanked her panties down her legs. I nuzzled her soft breasts and took her left nipple into my mouth and sucked hard.
Andrea gasped.
My hand found her pussy again and she pressed herself upwards to meet my fingers as I pushed into her hot wetness with my fingers, as her cunt contracted against them. I found her clit with my thumb and started gently to press and rub, following mum's lesson that she had taught me last night, "My clit, Josh, press on it, not too hard yet...yes, like that..."
Andrea's hips bucked and she moaned, and I built up a rhythm, circling her clit whilst keeping my fingers inside her. Andrea's moans and gasps grew louder, and she suddenly grabbed my hand with hers and kept it pressed hard onto her clit, whilst her body went rigid, and her eyes closed tight. With a stifled "Nnnnnnnngh!" she came hard for me.
She slowly relaxed from her orgasm, and I kissed her again. Andrea relaxed and lay on her back.
We were silent for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of what had just happened.
"So," Andrea eventually said softly, "You're gonna get to fuck both me and mum."
"Man! I'm the luckiest man alive."
"That," said Andrea with a little laugh, "Is the right answer."
"Am I going to need a rota, or shall we all fuck together?"
"Oh, together, I think, at least at first. Mum's been angling for this all morning."
"She has, has she?"
"Oh, don't be dense, bro."
"Will she mind, you know, sharing?"
"Ha, I doubt it. But look, for me, this is just about fucking and whatever else, okay? Mum might have other plans, I don't. I just want your dick inside me later. I'm not falling in love with you or anything."
"Hmm, okay." I didn't know whether to be flattered or affronted. "Yeah, sex object, that's me."
Andrea gave a snort of laughter.
"Sex object! Oh, sure!" she said, heavy with sarcasm.
I felt drowsiness steal over me. I suppressed a yawn.
"Typical man, you cum and then fall asleep." Andrea slid off the bed. "Well, you have a rest bro', you'll need to satisfy two horny women later."
She leaned over and pecked me on the lips and then squeezed my limp cock, and naked as the day she was born, arse swaying, sauntered out of my room closing the door softly behind her. I was asleep in a few minutes.
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I was asleep most of the afternoon and awoke in semi-darkness as the sun was setting on the other side of the house. I yawned and stretched, and then recollection hit me.
"Fuck!" I thought. Had Andrea already told mum that I had wanked off for her and had made her cum this afternoon? Would mum be mad, or worse, hurt?
I scrambled out of bed and not bothering with socks or underwear hastily pulled on some clothes, jeans and a tee shirt, and kicked on my deck shoes. I sauntered downstairs to the kitchen, from where the appetising smell told me that dinner was under way.
Mum and Andrea were sitting at the kitchen table, the oven was busy roasting something that smelt good. They had already started on a bottle of Chianti. To my surprise, each was wearing a long dinner dress and heels, probably both belonged to mum, Andrea's was crimson, mum's dark blue and was low cut, showing the tops of her lovely tits. I suddenly felt under-dressed, like we were having a dinner party, and nobody told me.
They eyed me entering the kitchen.
Then mum smirked and started cackling, and Andrea joined in.
"Sex object!" They chorused, and both creased up, laughing and howling fit to burst.
"Oh, great," I muttered. "Humiliated again."
"Oh darling", mum said, "we're only teasing."
"Double, double toil and trouble..." I muttered.
Dinner was a herby Tuscan chicken with roast vegetables and was absolutely fabulous. I had had no idea just how hungry I was and polished off two helpings. I had a couple of beers whilst mum and Andrea finished their bottle of wine, and before long I had got over myself and was laughing uproariously at Andrea's mimicry of me jacking off for her.
After dinner, we all adjourned to the drawing room where mum had put out some brass burners and had lit a heavy, sensuous incense. The scent made my head swim and I suddenly felt light-headed. The lights were turned down low, and Andrea and mum pushed me into an armchair and started an intimate, close dance to some music whose name I suddenly could not recall. My senses slowed, I focussed on their shadows' sinuous gestures and gyrations against the walls. I was breathing heavily.
Mum and Andrea held each other close as they danced, gyrating in slow time to the music, and then started kissing each other, softly at first, but their kisses deepened as mum's thigh found and ground into Andrea's groin. Andrea broke the kiss and started kissing mum's neck and moved lower to her cleavage and started nuzzling the top of mum's breasts. My cock was rock hard again, as my mum and sister started a double striptease. Andrea's fingers found the zip at the back of mum's dress and inched it down, then slowly lifted the dress straps off her shoulders and eased the dress down her flanks and hips, and mum stepped out of it, her movements seeming to blur in slow motion. Mum was wearing a black lace bra and panties underneath, with hold-up stockings, her bottom still twisting and rocking to the music as they danced, her flimsy black lace stark against her white skin, her arms waving akimbo over her head to the tune. Andrea hugged her close again and once more they were kissing and kissing. I saw their tongues duelling. Andrea began fondling mum, her hands sliding, stroking and kneading her shoulders, her back, then dropped down to her bottom, one hand gripping her behind whilst one slipped into the front of mum's panties, whilst mum bucked her hips against her daughter's fingers. Time seemed to stop for me as Andrea moved behind mum to unhook her bra, inching the straps down her arms. Mum's superb tits were suddenly free and were in Andrea's hands, and she stood behind mum and cupped her tits, she looked over to me as if to say "Well?" She moved in front of mum again and stooped to suck and lick mum's nipples in turn. Mum thrust out her chest and gripped Andrea's head, holding her mouth against her, allowing my sister worship her breasts. Mum lifted Andrea's chin and kissed her and broke away. She stepped behind Andrea in time to the music still and found her zip, and she slowly, tantalisingly unzipped Andrea's dress and let it puddle at her feet. Andrea's bra and panties were shimmering streaks of red as mum unhooked her bra, removed it and without pausing, slipped Andrea's panties down to her knees. Andrea's pussy was bare apart from a thin landing strip, and she bent down to ease her panties over her high heels. Time dilated, mum and Andrea continued their slow dance, this time mum lowered her head to lick and suck her daughter's breasts. Andrea slid mum's panties down her legs and off over her feet and led mum over to the couch next to my armchair.
My senses were already reeling, distances were at the same time both nearer and further away, time both stood still and raced away. I have no recollection of how I came to be naked, or of the hands that undressed me, only that I suddenly had two hungry mouths on my cock, licking, nibbling, sucking, warm and wet, sharing me and stopping just before I burst. My cock was rock hard, plenty enough for two. I do recall mum saying, "You first, darling", seeing Andrea's blissed-out face beneath me as I felt myself enter her, mum's guiding hand on my shaft between us, and I had a sudden moment of clarity as I realised that "yes, this is it, the moment I have waited all day for, I am fucking my sister, my hands on Andrea's bottom" as I thrust into her in an out of control, desperate, fugue state. I recall Andrea's moans and whimpers, "Oh gods, gods, gods!" as she came. I slipped out of her and mum's mouth was again on my cock, warm and luscious, and then I was inside her pussy once again, riding her to another orgasm - but the rest is darkness.
I came around next morning in mum's bedroom, lying naked in a tangle of limbs. Hazy recollections came back to me, as with the start of a headache, I realised I'd been drugged again. Was it a Saturday? I wasn't even sure what day it was. The back of my sister's head swam into focus, and I tried to sit up as she stirred beneath me. Mum was lying on her side on the edge of the bed the other side of Andrea, and I suddenly realised how near to falling off my side of the bed I was. Even mum's bed was a bit too small for the three of us. Mum and Andrea seemed to be as naked as I was under the duvet thrown over us.
Groaning, I stood up and took care of my bladder, my head spinning.
We seemed to have had had a threesome, and I could barely remember any of it! Cursing to myself, still naked, I went downstairs and had some water and ibuprofen for my head, which had started to throb. The sun was well up and brilliant sunshine poured into the kitchen, dazzling me as I leaned against the island sipping my water. A movement in the corner of my eye showed me that mum was downstairs, in a dark blue kimono wrap.
She was first to break the silence between us.
"I hope you're not too mad at me, Josh", she said.
"Drugged again? For fuck's sake, why this time?" I felt my anger rise.
"Andrea really wanted you last night, but she also wanted some time alone with me, like you had yesterday."
"What?" I was stunned.
"While you were still asleep yesterday afternoon, Andrea asked if she could have me as well. It hadn't occurred to me before that she wanted me as well. That's why we got dressed up last night. Not just for you, although you certainly seemed to appreciate it, but for both of us as well. I didn't want you to feel left out, or freaked out by the thought of us together, so..."
"You used your special herbs again to knock me out", I finished for her.
"Yes, but you shagged us both before you passed out, and you certainly enjoyed seeing us do a strip for you. Your eyes were on stalks!"
"I don't really remember."
Changing the subject slightly, I asked, "So, what's Andrea like as a lezzer?"
Mum coloured. "It certainly wasn't the worst experience I've ever had, put it that way. She certainly knows how to use her mouth and fingers," mum said with a smirk. "Don't be jealous, darling. She only wanted what you'd had already."
"I'm not jealous". That was sort of true, in fact, I was turned on by the idea, but I was utterly surprised that Andrea may be bisexual.
Also, I realised, I felt miffed and insecure that I had been left out. That showed in what I said next, a hard edge to my voice. "How will it go from here? Will we have to take it in turns with you?"
"I hope not! I hope we can be together." Mum's face took on a faraway look. "It's like a dream come true, being taken to bed and fucked silly by both of you."
"So, who's best?"
"First equal", said mum firmly, "and I hope you don't start comparing me with Andrea."
"I can honestly barely remember anything about last night, so there's nobody to compare you to anyway," I said.
"Oh, you poor darling. I'm sure we can soon remedy that", mum said, stretching her hand out and cupping my balls. "Andrea and I want a cup of tea, but after that, we can give you something to remember, all right!"
"Just one more thing, Kate", I said, using her first name again, "No more drugs."
"Oh". Mum pulled a face, looking disappointed. "It's just a bit of fun and I don't do it to hurt you, you know that."
"That's as maybe, but I don't like it and I'm not putting up with it again. Otherwise, you'll really find out what a hard spanking feels like."
"Oh, very well." Mum sighed theatrically. She bent down and kissed the tip of my cock, and said to it "Mummy's sorry," then slipped the head into her mouth and gave it a quick suck. She then stood up again and gave me a peck on the lips and went to fill the kettle.
On that note, I went back upstairs. Andrea was still asleep in mum's bed, so I slipped in beside her and waited for the ibuprofen to kick in.
The next morning at 11am, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door to find an overweight, seedy-looking man and a pretty, well-dressed blonde woman of just the right build who I judged to be in her mid-thirties, standing outside on the gravel drive, critically looking at the house.
"Are you Mr. T-?", the woman asked.
"Yes," I replied. "I don't have the pleasure-"
"I'm Sarah Armstrong of the 'East Sussex News'", she replied brusquely, giving me her card. "I'm a journalist and there's something I'd like to discuss with you. This," she nodded at her colleague, "is Phil, my photographer. May we come in?"
"Oh, fuck", I thought. "Two guesses as to what this is about. What do we do now?"
I found my voice, and in my most confident voice, looking her right in her luscious deep blue eyes, I replied, "Of course. Please do step inside".
I held the door open and as Sarah imperiously brushed past me, I smelt her fragrance and suddenly broke out in goosebumps, as if someone had just walked over my grave.
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Read on for Part Three!Mum and the Daughters of the Moon Ch. 03
The Press Are Here! Now What?
Me , My Mum, My Sister and the Daughters of the Moon
Part Three
A big thank you to everyone who voted for Part One of my story and even bigger thanks to those kind people who left comments. I can scarcely believe it's been five years since Part 1 was published... Tempus fugit.
If you have not already read Parts One and Two to this story, then I advise you to do so NOW, as this chapter won't make much sense, otherwise.
As ever, all characters are over 18.
This story features sex, nudity, bad language and witchcraft, but even more disconcerting to American readers, the Queen's English, UK slang and spellings. If "colour" puts you off color, this story perhaps isn't for you. In Britain, 'a grass' is a snitch, and the verb is the same word.
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Cala Banyalbufar, Mallorca, Mediterranean Sea.
September
My mobile phone ringing woke me up from a lurid dream of flesh.
Yawning, I grabbed it. The face said the time was 6.56am. Outside, the sun was well up.
Fuck.
"Hello?" I don't give my name out when I answered my phone anymore.
I felt mum stir in bed beside me.
I heard a voice I had hoped not to hear again.
"Hello? Josh? It's Sarah. Sarah Armstrong."
"What do you want?"
"Look, can I meet you? I'm at Palma Airport, my plane has just landed."
Fuck, fuck and double fuck. Somehow, she had followed us here.
"Who's that?" Mum asked sleepily.
With one hand over the microphone, I replied, "Her."
"I rather liked her in the end, you know", mum said.
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East Sussex, England, Three Months Previously
Sarah Armstrong, a thirties-something, tall, attractive blonde woman and the greasy man I'd already dubbed "the fat photographer" had just barged their way into our home and stood in the hall. I immediately felt on the defensive.
"Right," I said brightly, with more confidence than I felt, "What's this about?"
Sarah Armstrong answered with a question that chilled me to the quick.
"Did you have sex with your mother in a Satanic ritual here two days ago?"
Luckily, I was saved from answering with an outright lie by mum and Andrea coming down the stairs.
When I say, "mum and Andrea coming down the stairs", I really mean that mum then made her Grand Dame Entrance, with Andrea in the rear, metaphorically as it were, holding Her Majesty's royal dress train. It was mum, but in her High Priestess mode.
Mum regally descended the stairs, then spoke.
"And who", she asked with something bordering contempt, "might you be?"
Sarah Armstrong immediately recognised an adversary with a heavier moral broadside than me, and immediately switched targets.
"I'm a journalist with East Sussex News", she said, ignoring the fat photographer, and I'm investigating an allegation that you, I'm assuming that you're Mrs. T-, had sex with your son in a satanic ritual, in your garden, two days ago,." She got it out and ended with a self-satisfied smile, as if to say, "Take that, harlot!"
"That is untrue", mum said.
"We have proof. I have seen a video."
"Yeah", said the fat photographer, speaking for the first time, "it's dead hot-"
"Shut up, Phil", snapped Sarah Armstrong. The fat photographer immediately shut his cake hole.
"The video's quality is excellent, considering the light conditions", Sarah Armstrong continued. "You and your son", she turned towards me "are plainly identifiable." She and mum made eye contact. It was like watching a battle of wills.
"You can prove your grubby, voyeuristic invasion of privacy, of course?" Mum demanded, with a curl of her lips.
Sarah (as I must call her) flinched.
We can. I can show you the video."
"Go on then", mum demanded.
Sarah fished out her phone, which had a wide screen, and quickly found the video and pressed 'play' and held it up for us to see. We crowded round to watch.
The video really was excellent quality. It had clearly been recorded on a high-quality camera. My suspicion that one of the witches had secretly recorded us on a mobile phone dissipated.
This was clearly a more professional rig.
The video clearly showed the circle of witches in their black dominoes dancing, the sound quality was likewise excellent with the drumming and chanting audible, and then I walked into the frame, naked as the day I was born, clearly blissed out and loving every second, my cock sticking out like the jib of a windjammer ship. I walked around the circle, laid down and then mum shimmied out of her domino, her naked body shining in the red firelight, and she straddled me. It was perfect. I felt myself growing hard again just by watching mum and I fuck on video. I watched to the end, enthralled.
The fat photographer's heavy breathing in my ear 'ole intruded, and I felt dirtied, I obviously wasn't the only one aroused. The thought of him perving over the video made me sick.
As it ended, glanced at Sarah. She was blushing. Her blue eyes were glistening, as we briefly made eye contact.
Hmmm....
She recovered quickly.
"You're surely not going to deny it again, that is you and your son?"
Mum replied, "I do deny that the ritual was in any way at all Satanic."
"Oh." Sarah seemed slightly taken aback, as if she was expecting stiffer resistance.
"And what's it got to do with you, anyway?" Mum pressed on.
Sarah bridled and set her shoulders back. "Incest is illegal, a serious crime. Our readers have the right -"
"To be titillated by trespassing, muck-raking creeps like you?" Mum interrupted; her voice sweetly reasonable. "This isn't news. You're better than this."
Sarah pulled a sour face. She clearly didn't like the implications. She rejoined battle with a lift of her chin.
"That's just your opinion. We can either do this the hard way or the easy way."
"Which are?"
"You can maintain your denials, in which case the video is posted to the East Sussex News Media's website with my news report without any embellishments, but naming you and your son, or you can give me an exclusive interview putting your side of the story, and the video goes out with that".
"Heads you win, tails you lose".
"If you want to put it like that, yes."
"Very well. I do not deny it," said mum proudly, in her most imperious manner, "other than the ritual was not Satanic. We will give you an exclusive interview. In fact -" mum said, her voice dropping the chilliness, softening to a warm, beguiling tone, "Why don't you come to lunch today, say at 1.30, and your man here" gesturing at the fat photographer" can take our photos maybe tomorrow morning, when my daughter and I have the chance to wear something nice and do our hair?"
Sarah considered.
"Very well. I'll come back at 1.15."
"There's nothing you don't eat, is there?" Mum asked, innocently.
Sarah gave what she probably thought was a conspiratorial smile. "No". She actually was very pretty when she smiled.
Hmmm again.
"Am I invited to lunch, too?" asked the fat photographer.
"No!", said Sarah and mum together. This time, they shared a smile.
I showed our visitors out. Sarah looked back at me and said, "See you later", and gave me another smile of a woman who thinks she has won.
As soon as the front door was closed, mum was all urgency.
"Quick", she said, "we haven't much time."
She rattled out her instructions, and we hopped to it.
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The doorbell rang at promptly 1.15.
"Show her in, darling", said mum. "Don't worry, this is going to be fine."
Sarah came in, and as instructed, I showed her into the drawing room, where my sister Andrea was sitting. Mum popped her head around the door to say "hello", and that lunch would be served shortly, and greetings were exchanged as if Sarah was simply a friend coming to have lunch, instead of a journalist eager to prize a story out of us and humiliate us publicly.
Sarah had evidently popped home to change, and she was wearing a blue patterned, short, floaty summer dress and matching shoes, and had tied her long blonde hair up off her shoulders, behind her head with a clip. I had to admit, with her long legs on display, she looked fantastic. My MILF-ometer was off the scale.
I offered her a glass of my mother's favourite Gavi, and she accepted. "I got a cab here", she explained, "so I'm not driving". Conversation was at first rather stilted. Fortunately, Mum called us into the dining room a few minutes later. Mum had dressed up to the nines, of course. Sarah and mum eyed each other across the table, like respected adversaries.
Just after we sat down, after a few pleasantries about the weather, "No chilly nights, lately!" (to general mirth), mum asked, "So how is this interview going to work, Sarah?"
Sarah took a mini-recorder from her handbag. "If I can have this on the table, we can talk as we eat". Mum agreed that would be acceptable.
We had a light starter, a small, chilled Italian tricolore, with avocado, tomato and slices buffalo mozzarella, sprinkled with basil, with more bone-dry Gavi.
Sarah asked about our backgrounds. Mum did the talking for us all. She explained her husband's death, our move to the countryside and our settling in. That took until everyone had finished the starter. Sarah's questions were at first considered, as if she had an inner script she was sticking to. Her questions became slightly more fluid during the pause between courses. It could just have been the wine, of course.
The main course was a Tuscan roast chicken, creamy, herby and delicious, with new potatoes and green vegetables. Over the chicken (and a robust Shiraz), mum explained how she and then Andrea had come to be involved in the local coven, and her pagan beliefs, emphasising it had nothing to do with Satanism.
Sarah interjected more freely at times, whilst eating, listening to mum's answers. Over the course of the meal, I thought her questions were becoming quicker, less thought out, diverting from her inner script.
After the main course conversation became a little more free, with Andrea and I interjecting the occasional comment, but mum was still doing most of the talking, in sweet, measured tones that seemed to become increasingly honeyed and measured as the meal progressed.
Sarah accepted pudding, a chocolate cake with chocolate sauce. Heart attack on a plate. Sarah evidently had a healthy appetite and by this time was eating and drinking with gusto. I like a girl who likes to eat. I had noticed already that she was not a stick of a woman but possessed curves in all the right places.
"S-so-" Sarah said, a faint slur evident in her speech for the first time, "how was it that your son became involved the other night?
"We had an urgent problem in the coven to resolve, and we decided to use magick. The High Priestess was moving out of the area, and we decided to invoke the spiritual and physical qualities of the Goddess and her Consort to help us choose a successor."
"And that involved fuck- I mean, having sex in a ritual?" Sarah demanded, eagerly.
This was the first time she had used any profanity, and we all noticed it.
She tried to recover herself again, to speak "proper, like wot the posh people do", but it was evident that something was happening to her. Her forehead had broken out in slight moisture, ("glowing", as mum always put it), and her dessert bowl had been neglected for a few minutes.
"And then, I thought, well, why not? I am his mum, and not many people get to lose their virginity to someone who loves them so much."
Sarah was silent, now, her eyes seemed to grow wider, and she leaned forward, eager to hear more salacious details.
"And do you know, darling", mum said to Sarah, "I soon found out that I was going to be a very lucky girl indeed."
"H-how?"
"I gave him some dancing lessons one night. First the waltz, and then a very close tango, and I soon felt what he had to offer! I measured his girth with my fingers before I went to bed."
Sarah sat still, her breath shallower, her eyes rivetted on mum.
"Josh is quite the hunk, wouldn't you say?"
Sarah was silent, sitting transfixed.
"Well, wouldn't you?" Mum demanded again, with a gesture at me.
Sarah broke her gaze with an effort, and glanced at me.
"I - don't know, um -"
"Admit it! You find Josh attractive, don't you?"
"N-no-" The words came as if forced.
"You can't lie to me, dear. You do, don't you?"
"Yes", Sarah whispered, her breath coming quickly, her eyes darting to me, and back again as she blushed.
"That video turned you on, didn't it?"
"No, it didn't -"
"Don't fib, darling. We're all friends here. It turned you on, watching me and Josh have sex, seeing him stick his cock in me." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes," Sarah admitted with a sigh.
"You'd love to suck him, wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
"And have him go down on you?"
"Yes!"
"Wouldn't you love to be fucked silly by a lovely cock like his?"
Sarah turned her head to me as if really to see me for the first time, and for the first time I noticed how her pupils were much larger, her blue irises had almost disappeared into the black of her dilated pupils.
"Yes."
Mum continued, her voice now quite low, monotonous and confiding. "Josh and I fucked all night, he made me come again and again, it was lovely darling, and the next night we were joined by Andrea. When you rang the doorbell this morning, we had just finished a threesome. You wouldn't believe what Andrea can do to a girl's pussy with her tongue. It's so lovely to have a close family. You don't have anyone, do you?"
"No", Sarah admitted, in a whisper.
"Oh, poor dear. You must be very lonely. Wouldn't you love to be taken to bed and fucked to orgasm by your adult son, and licked out by your own adult daughter?"
Sarah had turned pale and her eyes swivelled between Andrea and I, as we stood behind the table and kissed each other deeply. I unzipped Andrea's skirt and slipped my hands into the front of her panties, and fingered her, as Sarah watched as if mesmerised. Andrea moaned lwdly and fingered my stiff cock through my trousers.
Mum's voice continued in a monotone.
"Your pussy's wet, isn't it?"
"Yesssss," Sarah hissed.
"Touch yourself."
Sarah's right hand slowly raised her dress hem and went up towards her core. Her eyes closed as her hand worked under her panties, and she started to stroke herself. Her breath came in gasps.
"You want Josh to fuck you, don't you?"
Sarah nodded, her fingers working in her pussy.
"I didn't catch that, darling. You want Josh to fuck you silly, don't you?"
"Yes!" This time, the words came much louder.
I walked the few steps to Sarah, and took her hand from under her dress, and she stood. I kissed her, and she quickly responded, opening her mouth, tongue straight into mine, and wrapping her arms around me. I broke the kiss and quickly walked her into the drawing room, and laid her on the couch. She lifted her hips as I pushed her dress up and pulled down her lacy white panties, already soaked at the gusset. She was shaved. Her pussy glistened, already dripping with her juices. I knelt, ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh and found her clit, and within seconds she was bucking and thrashing beneath me as I tongued her to a crashing orgasm. I swiftly unbuckled my jeans and took them off with my boxers, and as Sarah clung to me, I thrust my cock into her pussy entrance as she again thrashed beneath me and whimpered in my ear.
"Please, please, Josh, fuck me, don't stop, don't stop, yes, yes, yesss!
She bucked again and came with a screech.
I felt the start of my orgasm as she begged me, "Don't stop! Come inside me, I want it inside me!"
I came inside her with a gasp, my cock spurting my pearly jam into her uterus and womb. It was a short, sharp and glorious fuck.
Sarah came down from her high slowly, and after a short hug and a kiss, I rolled off her and quickly dressed. Andrea and mum had been silent spectators.
"Did you get all that?" I asked.
Andrea nodded, holding up her mobile phone that had recorded everything in the last hour.
"Loud and clear, bro'".
"Never", said mum with a smirk, "threaten a witch in her own home."
"She may accuse me of rape", I frowned.
"Trust me", said mum, "my special herbs just lower inhibitions rather quickly. They don't force you to do anything you don't want to. She was turned on by the video, and you heard her, she's single and probably quite lonely. She fancies you rotten."
Sarah was still lying on the sofa, slowly gathering her wits about her. She sat up and pulled her panties up and tugged her skirt down. She was rather confused and bewildered.
Mum and Andrea quickly helped Sarah stand, and mum gave her a firm hug.
"That looked lovely, darling, you must have cum at least twice. Why don't I call you a cab and make you a cup of tea while you wait to go home? I'd recommend a nice hot bath and an early bed."
Sarah nodded, and I moved in for another hug. She clung limply to me, her body trembling.
"Can I see you again?" she murmured.
"Of course," I lied.
Within a few minutes, the cab arrived, and we helped bundle Sarah into it, with her handbag and recorder. She still seemed quite dazed. My cum must still have been oozing from her pussy.
As soon as the cab had turned at the end of the drive, we got our bags downstairs, we had packed before lunch. We were travelling light.
By 7pm we were in the air, on our way to Mallorca.
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Cala Banyalbufar, Mallorca, Mediterranean Sea.
September
We stayed in a hotel the first few days, whilst the media at home went mad.
"Mum and Son in Satanic Sex Orgy!" screamed the headlines.
The Daily Post ran a breathless story about depraved naked rituals in the garden and managed to say (with photos) how much our house was worth. Columnists in every newspaper revelled in the details and gushed about the sinister events that may be unfolding across the English countryside.
When it turned out we had already fled the country, the hysteria went up even further.
After a week, we found a semi-furnished villa available for a long-term rental, situated in the mountains overlooking the sea, and we promptly moved in, relaxing in the sunshine, learning Spanish, eating delicious Mediterranean food and all three of us making love in the long warm nights.
At least, Sarah Armstrong's East Sussex News outlet hadn't broken the story, after I emailed them our own video, from Gatwick Airport before I boarded the plane. I didn't receive a reply.
The sneak grassing film guy turned out to be a loser boyfriend of one of the coven members, who simply got nosy and earned a few quid from his video. He had that night slipped through the trees and filmed in the dark and offered the video to other news companies. For a while, the UK media had plenty to feast on, with interviews from coven members, ("I didn't agree with it"), neighbours ("I'm shocked! How terrible! Have you any more details?") and so-called friends, ("He was always a bit odd").
The video did the rounds on social media, and mum and I were notorious for a while as the East Sussex Satanic Mother Fucker Family.
The Press tracked us to Mallorca, but there the trail went cold, and when in September the Government called a General Election and there was some proper news at last, the media all had something serious to write about again. The police apparently said that they would investigate should we return home. So, we are exiles. The house in East Sussex is up for sale. We will probably never be back, if we can persuade the Spanish government to allow us to stay.
At least the media hadn't found us, until today. I was curious how Sarah had found my number, as we had new phones.
"She might as well come here, now that she's found us", mum murmured in my other ear.
I gave Sarah directions and she said she'd get a cab from the airport, about an hour's drive from Palma.
All three of us were up and dressed and had finished breakfast, and I was drinking a nervous cup of coffee in the front garden of the villa as the cab made its way down the drive. The cab stopped and I saw Sarah step out on the far side of the cab, and bent down to pay the driver, who drove off.
Sarah stood in the drive: I stood in the garden. My jaw dropped. Sarah was wearing a loose sundress that failed badly to conceal that she was pregnant.
She trailed her carry-on bag behind her as she walked towards me. Her glorious blue eyes were holding unshed tears as I met her halfway.
"You didn't write, you didn't call," she said, in an effort to be humorous. Then she broke down as the tears finally came, I put my arm around her shoulders, as mum and Andrea rushed to join us.
We sat her down and mum fussed over her with tea and "I'll put you in the downstairs bedroom", as she told us her story. She had lost her job when our video landed at East Sussex News, and for failing to get THE story. She had realised she was pregnant a few weeks later and wanted to keep our child. She had finally tracked us down through the estate agent at home who had the house on their books. She wasn't in a relationship and had no close family.
And so here she was.
And here she has stayed, ever since.
Once we were three, and now we are five.