Thirty Three

  The room was warm as my mother sat on the floor, like a broken thing. I reached her feet and knelt down before her. She blinked, her eyes gssy. The scent of spilled wine filled my nose. My mother was wearing only a short, lingerie skirt. Her breasts and cleavage strained against the top, as the bottom barely hid her womanhood.

  “Mother?” I said again, unsure what was happening.

  She stared at me with distant eyes.

  “You’re not real…are you?” she whispered.

  I took her hand into mine, and held it.

  “I am real, Mom,” I whispered back.

  Her head shifted slightly, but didn’t get up. Instead, her eyes shifted away in embarrassment.

  “I feel strange, like I am waking from a dark dream,” she said in a low tone. “Everything feels strange. My heart aches. My soul weeps. I feel…not like myself.”

  I reached out with my other hand. I took hold of her, and slowly pulled her to her feet. Since she was her normal height, and size, it was easier to help her up. When she stood, she leaned onto me. I held her close as we walked around to the side of the bed. I helped her to sit down. She weaved as she looked away.

  “What happened?” I asked with deep concern.

  Her mouth began moving before sound flowed into speech.

  “I felt…a distance between us, like I was dead again,” she whispered. “Memories are like shards in my mind. Some feel real. Others feel sinister.”

  My mother’s eyes shifted upwards, staring into my eyes, my soul.

  “I…wanted you. I needed you, but you weren’t here. You were pying…with another.”

  Guilt struck me like a knife to the gut.

  “I missed you,” she whispered. “I missed you so much, wine was not enough. I went to Dana. I asked for one of her special pills. She gave me one. I took it, and I felt…rexed.”

  “Mom, it’s okay. The pill will wear off, but I must confess something to you,” I said with an edge to my voice.

  My mother’s eyes glowed with loving warmth. She sat up, like a marionette on a string. She lifted her hands and touched the sides of my waist. Her face glowed with loving affection.

  “I love when you come to me. You know you can come to me about anything. I will always be here to listen,” she grinned.

  Her gaze fell to just below my robe belt. “I am always here…to suck your cock.”

  I could see it, and feel it. Her living and dead self were cshing. She was confused, not sure what was happening. It pained me to see her as she was. I had read that the dead can become lost after they return. The only way to settle her, was to help her focus. I had to engage her mind, and her body would follow.

  “Mom, I’m sorry I’ve been distracted,” I said in a small voice.

  “Like when you stared at my tits?” my mother giggled. “Don’t think I never noticed.”

  “Yes, Mom. Like when I stared at your tits, and your butt.”

  A faint giggle dripped from her. Soon, shadows began to drip from her eyes as they turned red.

  “So many dreams of you coming to me. So many dreams of you pushing me down, and showing me how much you loved me. I basked in them…until I returned.”

  She ran her hand over her breasts, and down her stomach.

  “How so much of your come has blessed my skin.”

  Her eyes became fmes of red and back. She licked her full lips as she gave me a twisted grin.

  “How I sucked your cock, gulping down your seed. Feeling it nourish me as I tried to drink every st drop.

  “My son, do you like it? Do you like it when mother takes care of you?”

  I sat down beside her. I put my hand on her thigh, and she put her hand over mine.

  “I love everything we do. That is why, I want to tell you my secrets. You’re the only one who would truly understand.”

  My mother’s demonic eyes dimmed. She slowly became herself again. She looked at me with loving eyes.

  “Gerald, I love to hear your secrets.”

  I gave a small nod.

  “I love you, but I always want more. So much more, I made Aunty Lily my second mother.”

  My mother’s eyes dimmed. “Am I…not enough?”

  “Mom, of course, you’re more than enough. I…just get greedy,” I said and fished out my cellphone from my robe pocket.

  I pulled up a short video, turned the phone to my mother, and let it py.

  Light glowed against her pale features. She watched without emotion as Aunty Lily sucked on my cock, confessing on camera that she would also be my mother. Rose continued to watch as I came on Lily’s face, professing her role to me.

  When the screen went dark, I put the phone on the nightstand, and looked at my mother. Her eyes moved in odd ways, and I wondered if it was because of the drug, or she was ready to burst into tears.

  A smirk stabbed into her pale cheek. Her eyes returned to normal, but they took on edges of hunger.

  “Gerald, there is nothing to confess. You feel guilty, when you should know the truth.”

  Her hand touched my bulge, and gave it a pyful squeeze.

  “Lily, I, and Violet have spoken about this some time ago. It was during our time in New York, with the sixth rift. After you and your cousins were resting, we spoke at length about our roles in the coven.

  “We felt we were well past the normal, familial titles. My sisters and I have become mothers to all of you, just as you are so close with each other. We accepted what it meant to be in the coven, and would always become that for you.

  “If you wish for Aunt Lily, and myself, to be your two mothers, that is what we will become. That is what we are.”

  I stared at my mother, my lips trembling. I felt back a growing wave of ughter, because, my aunt deceived me, pretending it was my idea. She allowed us to py this out, so she would have me to herself, a dirty secret within the coven. It was just a grand move on her part, I fell for it.

  Unable to hold back my ughter, I let it out with maddening glee.

  My mother giggled as I ughed, her hand massaging my growing bulge.

  “My sister lied to you, didn’t she,” my mother said with cool eyes.

  My ughter died down, and I nodded. “She said, you would be cross with her if we spoke on it.”

  My mother’s hand slipped into my robe. She grabbed my rock-hard manhood, and began stroking me. She revealed my cock, her hand gentle, but firm. Pleasure filled me, as she knew just how to stroke my member.

  “Lily has always been devious, you know this. She likes to py games, even if she pretends, she’s innocent,” my mother said with a sultry tone.

  “Mom, I love when you jerk me off,” I said as I was falling into the moment.

  “I know you, my son. I love feeling you so hard in my hand. It makes me wet every time.”

  I looked at her with loving eyes. “Are you, okay?”

  Rose gave me a genuine, warm smile. “I am now. You know how to bring me back from the edge of madness. It warms my dead heart.”

  I felt relief, and a dash of annoyance. I opened my mind, and reached out. I touched upon two minds. They woke up to my thoughts. I commanded them to come to my bedroom. I felt them nod as they got up and began their journey to me.

  I was back in my body, my mother gently stroking me. She leaned her head over my cock, and spit on it. Wet warmth spread down as she stroked me. It made it feel much better, letting her make me happy.

  “Can mommy suck your delicious dick?” my mother asked like it was the most normal thing in the world.

  “Yes,” I seethed.

  Rose slipped from the bed and onto her knees. She opened my robe fully, my cock standing under its own power. Her full lips closed around the tip. She massaged the very head before her lips moved lower down the shaft.

  The sounds of her gentle sucking were music to my ears. Her tongue ran along the shaft, as her lips moved along sensitive flesh.

  I leaned back and enjoyed watching her. She moved on me like it was deep prayer, and my love only grew.

  A short time ter, the bedroom door opened. Aunty Lily and Theo walked in, side by side. They looked at my mother on her knees, her head bobbing as she dragged her lips up and down my member.

  “Aunty Lily,” I said with evil fir.

  “Gerald, is there something I can do for you?” she asked with bnk eyes.

  I nodded. “Yes, there is.”

  I shifted my gaze to my cousin. “Theo, I’m gd you’re here. I have need of you.”

  “Anything for you, Gerald,” Theo said with questioning eyes.

  I looked at my aunty with a devilish gleam. “Theo, I want you to change your shape into Lily’s husband. I want you to fuck her, make her your own. I want her to watch me and my mother, as we lovingly fuck each other.”

  Theo’s eyes gleamed with understanding.

  I turned my gaze to my Aunty Lily. She looked at me with wide eyes.

  “I love you Aunty, but you should know better than manipute me. After tonight, you will be forgiven. You will take your pce as my second mother, and I will love you deeply, and often.

  “But for now, you will submit to Theo, and anything he desires,” I said and exerted my will, and power, onto her.

  “Gerald, I will always be true to…” she trailed off.

  I could feel it, her willpower greatly weakened. Pleasure ran along my cock as Lily was powerless.

  Theo’s body shifted, taking the form of Dana’s true father, Lily’s husband who left many, many years ago. He was slightly portly, with thinning hair. He moved to her, taking hold of her robe. He pulled it off, and she stood naked. Heavy breasts defied gravity as he pushed her onto the bed.

  I watched as my mother continued to run her lips and tongue up and down my shaft. Lily let out a weak gasp, as Theo in his new form, kicked her legs open. His fingers touched her slit, moving them around. I could feel what they felt, wetness touching fingers. Theo’s mind glowed with new confidence and power.

  I delved a little deeper into Lily’s mind, and feelings. It didn’t surprise me that she was turned on. She was powerless, and got off on being controlled. I could feel the darker parts of her mind, this moment being one of her ultimate goals. To be punished, and powerless.

  Theo took his cock and pressed the head to her slit. Lily let out a low moan, before she gasped. Thick inches speared her cunt. Wetness surged, making it easier for him to reach the hilt. Theo smacked her ass. She winced. He then began fucking her, his hips hitting her bubble ass. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the chamber, Theo’s hand on her back as he looked down on her with contempt.

  I looked down on my mother as she continued her masterful work.

  “Mom, let’s get a little more comfortable, and watch the show,” I said.

  My mother let go of my cock. We climbed onto the bed. She was on all fours, looking down on her sister as she was fucked by her long-gone husband.

  I moved behind my mother. I took hold of my cock and pushed it into her dripping slit. She squeezed me like a vice, not wanting to let me go. I began with a slow rhythm. I upped the tempo a little, the two of us watching Lily moan, and whisper feigned protests, as she was fucked.

  “Let us enjoy this moment of punishment, before everything changes,” I whispered as my cock thickened to Lily’s whimpers.