Kapitel 919: pt-2
"Sing it backwards..." I mumbled to myself. "If it locks one way maybe it will unlock in the other."
I used the finger positions to mentally reverse the tones. I sang them and a second satisfying click sounded at the door. Smiling I opened the door and laughed. Serena caught me as she was walking down the hallway. She gave me a quizzical look and I told her to stop and watch. I closed the office door and stood next to her. I sang the locking tune and watched Serena's face when the door locked on its own. She turned the knob herself and stared at me. I sang the unlocking song and she opened the door.
"How the hell did you do that?" She asked. "Do you have a remote?"
"No, I don't," I swore. "Got to go so much to learn."
I returned to the office almost feverish to see what else I could do. I found the first of the author's erotic spells. It was called the undressing rune. The description of the spell said that it could untie, unfasten, or unzip any intervening button, clasp, or zipper. There were not only the vocal components but a few gestures as well. It was the simplest of spells the writer said. I practiced the tune and found it snappy and easy to remember. The gestures were equally simplistic. All I needed was a willing subject. I had plenty of those. I was about to call for a volunteer when I heard voices outside my door. I closed the book and went out to see what was going on. My family was assembled in the living room and hugging each other. They were leaving. I forgot that they had regular lives and felt a pang of loss.
"Thanks for everything," I said and began giving hugs all around.
"Call if you need anything," Serena said holding me for a moment.
I hugged them all and walked them out to their cars. Violet surprised me by offering to stay through the weekend. I slipped my arm around her waist and held her as one by one the cars pulled away and drove off. I directed my little sister back inside and asked her about being a test subject and she was curious enough to agree. I told her it was a magic trick and asked her to change into one of my button up shirts. Violet went upstairs and returned a few minutes later wearing one of my shirts, a bra and panties. I grabbed the book and sat on the couch while Violet stood in front of the fireplace.
"Just stand there and let me try this," I said and she nodded.
I sang the tune and focused on the top button of the shirt. I made the proper gesture and after a little struggling I worked it loose. The next button was a bit easier and so on. Soon the shirt was open all the way. I focused on her bra strap and with a new gesture I popped it open. Violet just stood there staring in disbelief.
"What else can you do?" She said her voice bubbly and eager to see more magic.
"Sit down and let me read further." I told her and she nodded.
While she sat half naked by the hearth I came upon the next spell. It was called the enchanted mouth spell. The author said it worked on men as well as women. I clapped a hand over my mouth when I read the description. If cast on a man it copied the sensation of a woman's mouth on his manhood. If performed on a woman it performed the same on her sex. The gestures were a bit more complicated but I could do it. I told Violet to lie down and relax. I watched her shadowy profile as she went prone for me. I sang the song and gestured slowly. The effects were immediate and amazing. Violet's hips left the carpet as she cried out in surprise.
"OH... oh my god... what is happening Tom? Are you doing this?"
She was grinding her hips against the unseen force eating her out. I altered the gestures and another louder cry escaped her lips. She clawed at the carpeting and thrust her hips against the pleasure she was receiving. Her cries reached a rhythmic cadence now. I could see her body shaking and knew that she was close. I performed the last gesture and Violet's scream filled the air. I ended the song and her body relaxed with her panting like she had just sprinted for her life.
"How was that?" I asked and she mumbled something incoherent.
I got up and examined her panties. They were absolutely soaked. She smiled up at me and giggled. I asked her to describe it and she started and stopped half a dozen times before giving up. I was reduced to it felt real good. I could see that from her reactions. I let her recuperate and returned to the couch. I moved onto the next spell and bit back an evil laugh when I read its title. Oh yeah, she is going to like this one too.
"Tell me when you are ready. This one is a doozy."
"That last one rocked my world," she whimpered. "I guess I am ready."
"Okay... here we go..." I said and began the spell.
"OH SHIT..." Violet cried out a moment later. "So big... unnnn... slow go slow big boy..."
The phantom cock spell worked perfectly. Violet rolled onto her belly and stuck her ass into the air. Her silhouette had me going as she thrust her hips against the spectral phallus that was pounding her slowly but with enough force to take her breath away. There were four gestures and I tried out each of them watching what they did carefully. The second gesture had the cock moving faster but with less force. The third gesture combined the first two. It pounded her hard and fast. Violet was incoherent at this point. I warned her I was about to try the last gesture and she managed a nod. I had barely finished the last gesture when my sister howled as she climaxed. I was about to end the spell when she begged me to continue.
"Just a little more... almost..." another cry and her hips bucked against the phantom cock.
I cancelled the spell and she face planted into the carpet. Her chest was heaving as she slowly recovered. Violet rolled onto her back and wrapped her arms around her chest. I think that was enough for tonight. I went to the fridge and got a bottle of water for her. I returned to the fireplace and helped her sit up. I handed her the bottle and she drank it down in a series of gulps. She was covered in sweat with my shirt clinging to her. Violet's eyes were bright with that recently fucked expression. She told me all about it. She went into vivid detail about each spell and how they felt.
"The tongue felt so real. It felt like a girl. I know that sounds crazy but guys don't eat pussy that good. It was so delicate and knew just how to get me going. The other one was even better. It felt like your cock big brother. It was so long and thick and so warm. It felt so real. At first it was like a fucking machine. It pounded me so good. Then it was moving faster and I love it when I get hammered like that. The third one was the best of the first two. It was like a jackhammer in my poor little pussy."
"What about the last one? What was that like?"
"There were... oh god... there were two of them. It felt like I had a cock in my pussy and my ass at the same time. It was so much so soon. They moved so damn fast and so hard. I thought I was about to lose my mind. What's next?"
"Tomorrow," I said and she frowned but nodded.
"I understand. You don't want to wear me out too much."
"I don't want you getting hurt."
She kissed my cheek and headed for the bathroom. These spells had some real possibilities. I picked up the book and headed up for bed. I was going to do a little light reading before I slept. I was eager to see what other kinds of mischief I could learn. Violet appeared after her shower and I patted the spot next to me. She squealed in delight and joined me under the covers. She offered to help me relax but I told her to get some rest. She was going to need it. Violet snuggled against me as I stayed up and read the rest of the spells. It was two in the morning before I closed the book and placed it under my pillow for safe keeping. I got comfortable and closed my eyes to sleep. I drifted off immediately.
I dreamt I was in a dark stone chamber. My mother was kneeling in the center of the chamber illuminated by a shaft of blue light. I gestured and sang invoking a binding spell. Ethereal ropes appeared and bound her ankles, wrists and torso. I gestured and she was pulled into the air. I sang a second tune and gestured so that her limbs were pulled tight immobilizing her. The second spell kicked in and the phantom cocks appeared out of the shadows. My mom's back arched as all three of her orifices were full. I watched the disembodied erections begin moving out of her pussy, ass and mouth. All I had to do is will the cocks to move faster and they did. Her body bucked as she climaxed but I didn't relent. She wouldn't want me to. I slowed the movement of the erections and let them wear her down. The dream faded after her third climax. I was shaken awake by Violet around three in the morning.
"Hush..." she mumbled. "You are talking in your sleep."
"Sorry."
Prodigal Aunt Returns:
I went back to sleep and didn't remember dreaming again that night. I woke the next morning alone in my bed. I did smell food cooking and knew that Violet was downstairs fixing our breakfast. I hit the bathroom and then went down to eat. She had coffee going and was using the left overs to make omelets and a potato dish. I poured coffee for us and fixed them to our liking. Violet was in quite a state. She was humming to herself wearing only an apron and a smile.
"I always wanted to do this." She said with a hungry tone in her voice. "I feel so exposed and excited at the same time."
"If I follow my instincts you'll end up burning our food."
"MMMM I know," she purred. "Thank you for last night. I am glad I stayed."
"How did you sleep?"
"Fine, well except when you were talking in your sleep. Well more like singing in your sleep actually."
"Now that is funny," I told her. "I had a dream I was using spells on mom."
"Maybe you should call her and find out." Violet suggested but I waved it off.
"I was so exhausted by the ones I used on you. I doubt I could do it in my sleep."
"Done... sit down..." she said as she got on her toes and reached for the plates. "UNNN... don't do that... I am soaked already... thank you..."
I had moved behind her and pressed close as I retrieved two plates. She was right. The front of my PJ's was wet from being so close to her. Violet was chewing her lower lip as she loaded our plates with food. We sat down and at together. She was humming again as she ate. I knew what she meant. It felt like being a newlywed after a rather intense honeymoon night. I was refilling our coffee cups when the phone rang. I answered it. My mother was on the other end and she was asking if Violet had let me get any rest.
"I am fine. I got to bed around two."
"How is your sister?" Mom asked and I looked at Violet. She gave me a wink.
"She's fine. I woke her once talking in my sleep. She dropped back almost immediately.""I had the strangest dream..." she said and I felt a shudder ran through me.
"Oh hell," I muttered and she paused. "Did it involve ropes and hovering..."
"Get out of my head," she snapped. "How the hell could you know that unless..."
"I had the same dream."
I went into detail about what I had seen in my dream and she just listened and gasped when the same elements appeared in her dream as well. The crazy part was that there were physical traces left over on her bed. There were distinct marks on her wrists and her top blanket was stained from fluids that had dripped from above. I left out the part about practicing spells. It was too much of a coincidence. Had I cast those spells while asleep? Was that even possible? Mom said goodbye and hung up. I set my phone down and returned to the kitchen table. Violet had watched the entire exchange.
"Did you rape mom in her sleep?"
"Rape... who said anything about rape? Jeez Violet..."
"Are you going to fuck me or do I have to beg for it? I wore this to get your attention."
"Blunt as a baseball bat," I said and she giggled. "Fine, go stand by the sink."
"Goodie!"
I slipped off my bottoms and moved behind my sister. I leaned close and nibbled her earlobe as I cupped her tits from behind. She ground her ass against me. My cock became trapped between her ass cheeks. I groaned in her ear as she rocked her hips teasing me. I was hard as a rock when she begged me to slide it in her. I kissed her neck and freed my cock. As I teased her slit with the head of my cock Violet begged for it a second time. I slid inside of her and we both groaned as she wrapped around me.
"It's the same," she whimpered. "That trick feels just like you. It's the same."
"Good to know," I growled as I began moving. "You owe me a titty fuck."
"Whatever you want Master." Violet moaned in surrender. "Mom said I have to call you that when we fuck. I don't mind... oh yeah... I like calling you that."
I moved a little faster now. I didn't hear the footsteps because of the sound of my balls slapping against Violet's ass cheeks. I was hammering my sister into submission when someone coughed. I stopped and looked over my shoulder.
"Hello Aunt Keisha," I said.
"Could you um stop so we can talk?" she asked with her arms crossed over her ample chest.
"Almost done," Violet called out.
"VIOLET..." Keisha cried out just as I fired my load deep inside my little sister.
I held on tight as I caught my breath. Violet ground against me as I gathered my strength. I pulled out and turned to face my aunt. She looked down and gasped when she saw my semi erect cock. I apologized and slipped my bottoms back on. I dumped the grounds from the coffee maker and fixed a second pot. Aunt Keisha seemed a little confused and off center from walking in and finding us going at it.
"Sorry about that," I said and Keisha nodded. "What has you breaking into my house Keisha?"
"I think breaking in is a little harsh. I have had a key for years. I used it to get in when no one answered the bell. I never expected you to be banging your sister against the sink. But that's not why I am here. I got a letter from my father. It was dated from last year. I guess his lawyer had orders to mail it if he died. That's how I learned you inherited everything except for the allowances."
"He left you an allowance. I read the will last night. You get the same as everyone else. Is there a problem?"
"I need more. I have grown accustom to a more lavish lifestyle. My husband left me and I find my situation unacceptable you see."
"I don't see. You have been less than a social creature Keisha. I think the last time I heard from you was close to ten years or more. Why should I give you more?"
"It would in your best interest. I will share what you and Violet were doing. What do you think your mother would say?"
"Did you use a condom?" I replied. "Speaking of mom, you two look a lot alike. You have the same body type with those huge tits and round ass. I guess it's good genetics. Tell you what. I need a test subject. You last a half hour without begging me for more and I will give you a fifty percent increase." I said and she smiled. "However, you fail and I own your ass for a solid week. You are my pet, my slave for the entire duration. What do you say?"
"I don't know. The thought of fucking my nephew..."
"I never said anything about fucking. In fact, I won't even lay a hand on you. All you have to do is stand there and endure."
"I can handle toys like a fiend. I agree."
"Violet you are my witness," I said and sis agreed to watch. "Let's move to the living room. Oh, let me top off my coffee. Do you want any Keisha?"
"I'm fine."
A few minutes later Keisha was standing in front of the fireplace while Violet and I sat on the couch. I looked her over since I hadn't seen in so long. She looked like a slightly younger version of mom but her breasts looked slightly smaller but firmer. I worked out the sequence of spells I had in mind and began by undressing her. I pointed at her and sang. She cried out in alarm when her blouse unbuttoned itself. I gestured and her blouse opened to reveal the bright red bra she was wearing. I saw that it hooked in the front. That ought to be fun. I waited for her to recover a bit before I popped her bra. Violet clapped her hands together and begged for more. Keisha stared at me but her eyes narrowed as she steeled herself for what was to come.
I focused on her skirt and slowly unzipped it and then popped the button. It tumbled to the carpet revealing her matching red T-bar. Keisha kicked off her heels and removed her blouse and bra. Her tits really were nice. They were at least a D cup with huge areolas and puffy nipples. I did notice her unmarred tan and wondered if she sunbathed in the nude or used a tanning couch. I sang the next song and that's when Keisha's eyes really went wide in shock. She gasped as phantom mouths attacked her sensitive tits. Violet asked me what was going on.
"Her nipples are being violated."
"Ooh I can see it," sis said leaning forward. "Her titties are wiggling a bit. Does it feel good?"
"UH HUH..." Keisha said her eyes half closed. "I didn't expect this. How are you doing it?"
"Grandpa left me a book," I said and her eyes snapped open.
"You found it... the Eronomicon... a book of sex magic... I am doomed!"
"You could surrender now... no... fine... let's add a mouth or two..."
Keisha cried out as one mouth worked her pussy and another began tonguing her puckered asshole. I gave Violet a play by play as things escalated nicely. Keisha's first orgasm slammed into her a mere six minutes into the half hour. I might have given her a break but time was a ticking. I elongated the tongue in her ass and that moved things up another notch. Keisha squirmed around as the mouths worked relentlessly. Her second orgasm hit right at the ten-minute mark. I gave her one minute before I moved to the next spell. Keisha took off her underwear displaying her soaked sex to me.
"This is your handiwork," she grunted. "Happy with yourself?"
"You trim your pubes just like mom," I replied. "Oh my god... you are left handed."
"Funny."
"Time is up," I said and began the phantom cock spell.
"Shit," she cried out as her pussy was penetrated. "So big... so thick and hard..."
I started it off slow watching her body shake and spasm as it moved in and out of her. I could see the fear in her eyes. She didn't want to lose. Greedy bitch should have stayed away. The second cock slid into her without warning. Keisha cupped her own tits and played with her nipples like crazy as the cocks went to work on her. Violet pointed to her aunt's pussy and you could see the spell at work. My aunt's legs were shaking visibly now and I told her she could kneel or lay down or whatever. She dropped down onto her hands and knees for me. Keisha was panting in time with the movement of the cocks.
"I've never been DP'd before. Oh god, I had no idea..."
Violet just smiled because she knew the pleasure her aunt was experiencing. I got to my feet and walked behind her. I could see her asshole widen and narrow as the cock moved in and out of her. I increased the speed and grinned when Keisha yelped in surprise. I told her I could see it moving inside of her. She didn't reply she was too caught up in what she was enduring. Her head came up suddenly as her climax hit her hard. She was gasping for breath and I kept it up.
"Please... break... I need a break..."
"This break won't count against me," I said and she nodded. "Fine, stop the clock..."
"She still has fifteen minutes left." Violet said looking at her watch.
"FIFTEEN... oh hell..." Keisha whimpered. "What next?"
"I don't want to spoil things."
"I won't make it... just tell me... please..."
"Okay... the next is a little light bondage," I said and Keisha squeezed her eyes closed. "What is it?"
"I'm a bottom you idiot," she growled. "I melt when I get tied up. Just like your mom. We used to... there was this guy that absolutely broke us... together."
"You and mom shared a cock huh," I blurted out and she lowered her head. "Well hell Keisha, this week will be like a trip down memory lane. Want to surrender now?"
"I can't. I promised myself I'd never go through that again."
I returned to the couch and sat down. A few minutes later Keisha stood up and told me she was ready. I sang the next spell and the spectral ropes wrapped around her ankles and wrists. A gesture later and she lifted off the ground. While it held her immobile it also supported her body keeping her from harm. The sigh of relief she let out spoke volumes to me. She missed this and wanted it more than the sex. I gestured and watched her closely as a figure eight of mystical rope wrapped around her tits and squeezed them.
"Yes... how did you know?"
I willed the cocks to appear and slide in her three waiting orifices. I watched as her tongue lashed at the toy in her mouth. Her body accepted my offering of pleasure and surrendered. Violet watched and I saw that same hunger in her. I let the cocks do their work in a slow leisurely fashion. It didn't take long for the next orgasm to build in her and come crashing down. I set my plan into motion then. I lowered her to the ground and cancelled all of the spells. Keisha fell to her knees and glared at me.
"You win. I can't maintain them any longer. You can go now."
"NO..." she screamed. "You can't just dismiss me, not after that. I'm not an animal. I have feelings goddamn it! You... I mean..."
"Violet, go to your room. We need to talk in private. If I catch you spying I will be quite cross."
"Yes Master." Violet said and I believed her.
Violet went upstairs and I refilled my coffee. Keisha staggered behind me shaking with anger and hunger. I sipped my coffee as I stood by the sink. I watched her body language and she was broken. It was like an addict who had been clean for years and then taking that first drink. In her case it was her submissive nature. She had stuck with normal sex for so long and then I came along. It was just a theory but it was close to the mark. Keisha watched me sip my coffee in silence. I smiled and noticed the way she swayed.
"I told you, you've won. Get dressed and get out of my house. I want your key."
"NO..." she growled.
"I lost you filthy little slut," I said watching the subtle movement when she heard the word slut.
"Fuck you asshole," she spat. "I have rights... I have..."
"Nothing," I finished for her. "This is my house and everything in it belongs to me."
"You can't do this to me."
It was time to break her. I set down my coffee cup and rushed her. My fingers slipped into her hair and made a fist. I pulled her up onto her toes and stared into her eyes. There it was the surrender I had sought. I reached down with my free hand and pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Keisha cried out but didn't fight me. I twisted the nipple and her body shook. I leaned close and whispered in her ear. I berated her and called her worthless. I didn't mean it but it was what she wanted to hear. I let go of her nipple and slid two fingers between her labia. I showed her how sticky my fingers were and she opened her mouth. I let her lick my fingers clean.
"You're weak."
"Master... please..."
"I'm not your master," I growled. "You haven't earned the title of slave... yet."
"Order me... I am broken inside... I am shattered."
"Tell me what you need."
"You... just you..."
I dropped my PJ bottoms and pulled one of the kitchen chairs out and sat down. My cock was pointing straight up and I ordered her to sit down. My aunt Keisha turned to face away from me and sat in my lap. My cock slid into her with little resistance. I never had to say another word. She began riding my erection. There was an almost dream like quality to it all. Before long she was grunting each time my cock hit deep. I heard the front door open this time. My mother rushed in and stopped. She stared wide eyed as her sister rode my cock.
"I don't fucking believe it!" Mom said. "What the fuck is she doing?"
"Fucking me," I said and smiled.
"Why is she here?"
"Ask her... ask your sister why she really came here."
"Keisha... for god's sake snap out of it. Why did you come here?"
"Cock... so much cock..." Keisha moaned. "I came here to kill him. There's a gun in my purse, careful it's loaded with hollow points. I don't remember if the safety is on or not."
"Dad is dead you dumb bitch!"
"Not dad... HIM... I came to kill his namesake. Thomas... the Master... my Master... he broke me to pieces. I belong to him now, forever."
"Master don't do this," Mom begged getting down on her knees. "She is..."
"Family," I said. "She is family. Call for a doctor and make an appointment. She needs to be taken care of. She has suffered so much."
"I'll make the call." Mom said and left.
I stood up and forced Keisha up against the sink. She moaned as I bent her over it. She grabbed the edges of the sink as I pounded her as hard and fast as I could. Her cries were deafening. One orgasm blended into the next until I fired my load deep inside of her. She let out one last cry and fell silent. I pulled free of her and grabbed her hand.
"Shower time Keisha... then it is off to a doctor. I will be there for you. You are family. You are no longer alone."
We showered together and I made sure she was clean and ready to see someone that could help her. Mom helped dry her off and got her dressed. Violet and Mom drove Keisha away. I never saw her again. I didn't know how damaged she was until after. I never would have done a thing to her if I had known how fragile she was. I built up the fire and sat on the couch basking in its glow. The darker side of power had been revealed today. I had treated a member of my family like a toy and broke her. I hoped she could be mended with love and care. Even though she had come to kill me I found forgiveness. Her father and perhaps others had been the ones that had formed the first cracks in her psyche. But I had been the one to shatter her.
"THOMAS," Serena called out from the front door. "Oh thank god you are okay!"
"I'm fine, jeez I've been sitting her for over an hour. I got lost in my thoughts."
"Mom called me and told me about Keisha," she said sitting down and hugging me tight. "If we lost you... I don't know what I would do."
"I'm not that..."
"Shut up... you are important to all of us! Don't ever doubt that. I love you!"
"I think I broke her." I admitted. "I did things."
"I heard. Violet told us. Tiffany and Melody are on the way too. They are caught up in traffic right now. Do you need anything?"
I just closed my eyes and leaned against her. I fell asleep in her arms. I awoke sometime later with my head in Tiffany's lap. She was smiling down at me and stroking my hair. I smiled back and slowly sat up. I asked about Keisha and learned that she was in good hands. I was about to ask for forgiveness when mom walked in. I opened my mouth to speak and she placed a finger on my lips.
"I know what you are going to say. There was a reason I didn't invite her. She has been upset for a long time. Dad's death triggered something and I suspect you rocked her world to the point she broke. She's gone to see a specialist. It might be a while before she is ready for company. Violet had some interesting things to say. I wonder how much is true."
"Most of it," I said and mom smiled. "I know that look. It appears that performing magic tricks takes a lot out of me."
"Do you feel up to a small demonstration?"
"Who is all here?" I asked and mom held up five fingers. "Get them all in here and stand in front of the fireplace. I like the lighting."
They assembled in front of me and it was an opportunity to attempt one spell on multiple targets. I would do something simple and see how well it worked. I sat on the couch and smiled as I sang the phantom mouth spell. The effect was better than I could have hoped. Violet was the only one that wasn't completely surprised. She just went with it. The others though lit up like nobody's business. The best part is that they were fully dressed and yet susceptible to the effects of the spell. I worked them like puppets and watched them drop one at a time to their knees in front of me. Mom was the last to fall but fall she did. Her orgasm was something out of a dream.
"I guess that about does it." I said and they nodded. "I need to get some food in me and a nap. That took its toll."
I got to my feet slowly and fought off the wave of dizziness that hit. Even the simplest spell drained me when it involved multiple targets. I used furniture and took it slowly. I reached the kitchen and grabbed a quick snack. I sat at the table and ate like a starving man. It was clear that I had to be cautious how I used this newfound power of mine. It was a two-edged weapon. It was as dangerous to me as it was my target. The ladies staggered in and plopped down next to me. Violet brought food from the fridge and placed it on the table while Tiffany brought drinks. I watched them eat and they were as hungry as I had been.
"That was..." Serena began.
"Fucking amazing," Tiffany added.
"Dad's book," Mom muttered between bites. "He could do things like that but not as effective. He was right about you."
"Ask him mom," Violet said sheepishly.
"Hush, he needs to rest." Mom snapped at her.
"What... I am fine. We are family all you need to do is ask. Worse case I'll say no." I replied.
"We have talked it over and want to make an offer." Mom said looking at her daughters before continuing. "After what happened with Keisha we think you shouldn't be alone."
"You want to move in," I said and they nodded. "I'm fine with that if there are enough bedrooms."
"There are two spare bedrooms upstairs and one downstairs. We'll have to share." Mom said with a wicked smile.
"Ah, I guess I am going to have to share since I have the biggest bed."
"Well, we can take turns or put a bunk bed in one of them. We leave it up to you."
"I don't care. If you move in you will have to take on certain duties. I am not going to have the time to go grocery shopping, or laundry... you get the idea. If you are okay with that."
"I'm fine..." they all said and giggled.
"Mom, take care of it I am going to the shop to rummage around. I haven't had a chance to visit it since he died."
"I'll handle it Master." Mom said and I blushed.
Hookers and Housewives:
It was a short drive to my antique shop. It took a mental effort to change it from Grandpa's to mine in my head. Mom had given me the keys and the alarm code. It was late enough that the other store fronts were darkened and closed. I parked in the back beneath one of the street lights. I unlocked the back door and switched off the alarm. I locked the door and switched on the lights. I felt a lump in my throat seeing the work of a man's lifetime. Grandpa had travelled and collected most of these items. I say most since he did also buy from Surisa, locals and internet sales. The place needed a serious dusting. I wonder how long it had been since he stepped in here. I was moving to stand behind the counter when a soft rap came at the front door. I was startled at the sudden sound. A flashlight shined in and I saw that it was one of the local cops checking up. I unlocked the door and spoke with him."Evening officer," I said squinting against the light in my eyes.
"Tom... holy shit man I thought someone had broken in," the man said lowering his light.
"Tim, it's been forever come on in," I said and walked back to the counter.
"Sorry I couldn't make the funeral I was working. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. I stopped by to take a look. This place needs a woman's touch."
His radio crackled and he answered the call and told them it was a false alarm. Tim and I had gone to school together but had lost touch since high school. He looked around and whistled at all the artifacts from so many different countries. A second figure appeared at the front door and he knocked lightly. Tim opened the door and let the man in.
"I'm the one that called... holy shit... Tom, I am so sorry." Bob Carson said shaking my hand.
"It must be reunion night," I said. "How the hell are you doing? It's been years."
"We need to get together and hang out sometime." Bob suggested.
"I am off tomorrow night." Tim said.
"Why don't you come over and we can have a private party at my dad's place."
"Nobody makes pizza like your old man," I said. "Let me make a few phone calls. See if we can get the old gang together."
As I made a few phone calls they looked around the main room. Bob held up a wooden box and carried it over to the counter. I recognized the antique board game instantly. My grandfather had forbidden me to play it since it was an adult party favor. Tim and Bob both remembered it as well. They said we should play it and I agreed. I would bring it with me tomorrow. Twenty minutes later I had three other members of our old group agreeing to meet up at the pizza joint. Tim got called out and left us as we finalized the plans. Bob told us he would take care of the food and drink. I would bring the game and the others could bring booze or snacks for game night. Bob returned to the business and I found a rag and wiped down the board and the pieces. I noticed the price tag and was stunned at what my grandfather had been asking for it.
I fished out the rule booklet and read it from cover to cover. If I were going to categorize it would be an antique role-playing game. Once I understood what the game involved I understood why Grandpa hadn't wanted me to play with it. It was a mature version of D&D. I guess you could call it Hookers and Housewives. The object of the game was twofold to seduce and be seduced. For every character you bedded you got two points and every time someone got you into bed you got a single point. You could play more than one character but they had to share a link. For example, you could play a husband and wife that teamed up on unsuspecting NPCs or non-player characters. If there was a connection you were good to go. Best case scenario was to build a harem and sweep the board. The rules made harems a bitch to make but not impossible.
I felt the need for a generous amount of alcohol to keep the gameplay flowing. I took the game home to finish cleaning it and closed the shop behind me. I set the alarm and was out the door quickly. I was imagining the old crew back together and it was going to be epic. I stopped by the liquor store on the way home to stock up. I got a nice variety of beer as well as hard liquor. I left the booze in the trunk. It was cold enough to keep it chilled. I walked in and found Violet watching television in the living room. When I asked where the others were, she informed me they were packing clothes until they could move in properly. Mom was going to hire movers once they were ready.
I went to Grandpa's workshop and got out some wood cleaners for the game board and pieces. I joined Violet on the couch and with an old towel on my lap proceeded to start with the pieces and set them aside once they were clean. Violet asked me what I was doing and I told her. She looked at the pieces and giggled. The male figure in her hand was anatomically correct. She pointed to his pecker and blushed. He was a well-endowed piece of wood. I shook my head and continued onto the next piece. Mom arrived just as I began cleaning the game board. The dark wood was in amazing condition and was constructed like a backgammon game. It folded in half and the interior held the game pieces. The hinges and clasp appeared to be made out of beaten brass. I took my time cleaning it and examining it as I went. Someone had put a lot of love and care into its creation. Mom came over to see what I was working on and gasped.
"I haven't see that in ages!" She exclaimed as she picked up one of the female pieces. "This one was always my favorite. Why are you cleaning it?"
"Me and the old gang are getting together to play this tomorrow night."
"No way," she replied. "Some of the gals from the old neighborhood and I are getting together to play bridge tomorrow night."
"The MILF club?" I asked and she laughed.
"I forgot that is what we were called. You guys were always so damn horny back then."
"Could you blame us?" I said. "Each of you was a freaking legend. All the guys had the hots for each other's moms."
"Legends huh," mom purred. "What did they say about me?"
"You were the Queen of Tits," I admitted. "Bob's mom was all about the legs and so on."
"You named us after body parts..." Mom said and I nodded. "So, you thought I had the best tits huh... cool."
I returned to the game board while mom left me alone to my thoughts. I wondered if the others had aged as well as my mom. For a woman in her early fifties she was in great shape. Once the board was clean I placed the pieces in their allotted slots. The bases were carved in such a way as to make it impossible to place the wrong figure in an unsuitable slot. The slots were named and I laughed when I read some of them. We were going to have a blast tomorrow. I closed the board and pushed the clasp into place. Violet asked if she could go but I told her it was just me and my friends. She wasn't happy but understood.
I cuddled next to Violet and that seemed to improve her mood. She toyed with my hair while I placed my head in her lap. There was a simple comfort to being able to relax and just lie there. Mom stopped and stared at us and smiled. She continued and left us there. I drifted away and slipped into a dreamless sleep. Someone was shaking me awake. I opened my eyes and Mom was back and telling Violet and I that it was time to move upstairs. I yawned and nodded. I made my way up to my bed and found the covers turned down and pajamas set out for me. I shivered as I stripped out of my clothes and dove under the covers. I tossed the PJ's onto the squat dresser near the bed. I turned off the light and got comfortable. I was closing my eyes when someone climbed into bed with me. I yelped when a firm cool ass pressed against me.
"Not okay," I whimpered. "I am cold now."
"Let me warm you up," Serena purred.
"Well... alright... is that your mouth? Ooh that's warm..."
I let her do all the work. I was still tired from earlier this afternoon. Sis seemed quite capable of taking all the pleasure she needed from me. We fell asleep in each other's arms. What had begun as an odd conspiracy started by my grandfather was evolving into an easy-going pattern of casual fucking with my sisters and mother. They settled onto a schedule and I simply let it happen. I dreamt about the spells again. I seemed to see the figure of an unfamiliar woman. She was dressed in a thin white night shirt. She wore no bottoms and shaved her pubic region. We were standing on the lawn of that mysterious mansion again.
"You are weak," she said as she pressed her body against mine.
"Magic will do that to you." I replied as her hand wrapped around me.
"MMMMM... bigger than my husbands... may I?"
"So courteous... why not..." I said as she began stroking me.
"You need to practice more. The more you use the magic the stronger it gets."
"It's like a muscle," I said and she nodded.
"Push yourself and you will be rewarded... there is another volume of my work."
"Where is it... oh damn woman... I thought mom could suck a cock..."
She had dropped to her knees and took most of me between her lips. The fog that hid the details of the mansion thinned and I could see statues and an out building near the mansion. There was a hedge maze as well. The woman tore her night shirt and wrapped her tits around my cock. She began singing to me and the pleasure increased. I was panting as I fought the urge to climax. I cried out as I came and woke up. Serena's lips were wrapped around me. She was swallowing and I lay there gasping for breath.
"Damn..."
"I needed that," she moaned. "Thank you Master."
"I am so tired."
"You were singing in your sleep. You woke me up with the most amazing feeling."
I yawned and she just cuddled and we fell back to sleep. No more dreams troubled me and I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee and cooking bacon. Serena was asleep next to me and I let her rest as I relieved my bladder and took a shower. I dressed and headed downstairs. Tiffany was in the kitchen and gave me a hug before pouring my coffee for me. She thanked me for last night and I asked her what she was talking about. Apparently, the spell that had worked on Serena had also reached out for Tiffany as well. It wasn't until the others had awoken that I found out they all had received the benefit of the spell. No wonder I was drained. The range of the mystery spell was the entire house. I could glean from them that they each had felt something different but there was a pattern. The pleasure they felt was what they preferred from lovers. In Violet's case it was having sex, while Tiffany loved getting eaten out.
"So, it's an all-purpose spell." I said to myself. "How convenient."
After breakfast, I walked every inch of the house. I began with the first floor and explored every room trying to find one I could turn into a workout area. I decided to combine martial art training with that of magic. It would be great practice to go through forms while singing a spell. I would need a study buddy. My sisters were more than happy to volunteer. I found a great room on the third floor. It was unused and was a catchall for stuff that didn't belong anywhere else. I decided to spend the morning moving the boxes from the room to the basement. Once it was empty I could clean it up and go shopping for some mats to throw down onto the floor. Violet, Meloday and Tiffany had nothing going on and helped me move boxes and clean the room. Mom and Serena left on errands of their own. My workout room was cleared and clean by noon. I still needed to go out and shop for the mats for the floor. Violet volunteered to go with me.
"What are the mats for?" She asked as we drove downtown.
"They help reduce the impact of a fall or a throw." I explained.
We parked in a strip mall that held a martial art supply store. Violet snuck off to the yarn store a few doors down. While I looked at mats and other supplies for my workout room Violet was checking out skeins of yarn for a few of her pet projects. I settled on several mats and paid for them to be delivered to the house. I caught up with Violet and she was still trying to decide between two colors of yarn. The shades were similar but one was a little darker than the other. I told her to get both so we could get back and wait the delivery of the mats. On the drive back she opened her purse and pulled out a cute doll that she had made out of yarn. She had promised several of her friends that she would make them similar dolls for them.
"I go to the local conventions and sell my extras. I do super heroes and computer game characters. You'd be surprised at how popular they are." Violet said with pride.
"You are very talented kiddo," I told her and she blushed.
"Thanks, that means a lot coming from you."
The mats didn't arrive until five so I put off my work out until the next day. I had a party to go to and didn't want to sleep through it. I told mom to give my best to the MILF club. I drove to Bob's Pizza and saw the sign on the front door. 'Closed for private party.' I walked in with the box of liquor I had purchased the night before. The others were stoked to be hanging out and soon the game board was set and the pieces set out in their assigned groups. I explained the rules and told them I would be playing the part of keeper or referee. They took turns rolling the three six-sided dice to see who went first. Jim, lawyer extraordinaire, went first and rolled again.
"Okay, I got a six..." he said looking at the wooden pieces. "I'll take 'Good Time Willy' for two points and move him four along the board." He said as he picked up the piece and counted off his movement. "I land on the House of Pimp. What can I do?" I read the description of the square and we all busted out laughing. "I will make a roll to indoctrinate a 'Ho'... nine... the bitch is mine!"
"Alright here we go..." Bob said as he rolled. "Fifteen... sweet! Tits McGee I choose you. I move three to the uh... I can't read that without my glasses. The Mo'Love Motel... okay I roll to troll up a customer." He said trying to keep a straight face. "Four... crap... I get busted for solicitation... figures. I lose a turn."
The game continued and we caught up on each other since the last time we had hung out together. Jim was pondering on going into politics while Tim was running for Sheriff next year. I told them about the meeting of the MILF club at my house and that turned the conversation to long buried crushes. As the game progressed we drank more and shared our favorite stories of peeks at each other's moms. Suddenly the female pieces went from being general game characters to one of the MILFs. Tits McGee became my mom and she hooked up with every male character the others possessed. I called the game when it devolved into a drunken free for all.
Bob had cabs waiting for us and we could collect our vehicles tomorrow. I hugged each of them and after packing up the game headed home. The ladies were still playing bridge when I walked in. While I wasn't stumbling drunk I was quite tipsy. The ladies had gone through three bottles of wine and working on their forth. I greeted them and told them how nice they looked. They in turn asked how our game had went.
"It broke down into drunken debauchery." I announced.
"My favorite kind," one of the ladies admitted.
"Three spades," mom bid as I sat on the kitchen counter and watched.
"Three no trump," Carol Danthers, the Queen of Legs, bid as she winked at me.
The hand played out and that was the end of the night. But not before mom begged me to do the trick. She had hinted that I was an aspiring magician to the MILF club members. Soon they were chanting for a trick. I was too drunk to argue. I had them sit on the floor in the living room while I sat on the couch. They all looked up at me expectantly. I cleared my head and began singing the spell. Just as before the effect took hold instantly and shocked all but my mother. I had planned on using the phantom mouth but instead found myself singing the phantom cock. I had eight women prone on the floor moaning like whores in heat. I gestured and like I had with my siblings played them like puppets. They came like falling dominos with Bob's mom climaxing first and my own mother last. I ended the spell and everything went black. I had pushed myself too far. I finally awoke under the covers on the couch. I checked my watch and it was three in the morning. The hangover from using the magic was far worse than the alcohol.
I staggered upstairs leaning heavily on the handrail. I got to my bedroom only to find three women snuggled in my bed. One was my mother and the other two were members of the MILF club. I peeked in on the other three bedrooms and found that some but not all the older women had stayed the night. I slipped in and grabbed pajamas from my room. I returned to the couch and after changing went back to sleep. I woke later that morning with Tim's mom sitting at one end of the couch. I pulled my legs up giving her more room.
"Hi." She said blushing furiously.
"Um hey," I said smiling weakly. "How did you sleep?"
"I had the most amazing dreams." She said.
"Do tell."
She did. She launched into her dream and I fought the urge to cry out. The details of her dream matched parts of the game we had played the night before. I kept that little news to myself. The rest of the ladies were in the kitchen with my sisters fixing breakfast. They were chatting and talking about the vivid dreams they had enjoyed. In each case the dream matched the game. My mother was describing how she had been the center of a puppy pile and how real it had all felt. I hid my shock and begged off her concern for a cup of coffee. The ladies each took a turn in hugging me and slipping me their phone number or email address.
"I guess you liked the party trick." I said and suddenly they burst into oohs, ahs, and rating their orgasm level. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
It had been a stupid move on my part but I managed to swear them to secrecy. They understood and promised to remain quiet if I could perform the trick from time to time. I had no choice but to agree. Mom whispered in my ear that I should charge for sessions. I frowned and told her I wasn't going to whore myself out. I ate breakfast alone on the couch. The ladies ate at the dining room table and continued talking about how good my trick had felt. They went on that it wasn't cheating since no actual cock was involved. They departed after breakfast and I had breathing room.
"I am an idiot." I growled as I headed up to my workout room.
"Don't beat yourself up." Mom argued following me. "You have a larger fan club now."
"Tell me about your dream," I asked when we reached the workout room. "Start from the very beginning."
Mom launched into it. The details matched the game perfectly and even followed the chronological order that they had occurred. How the hell did the game translate into dreams? I needed to do some research. I moved to the center of the room and began my routine. I was still too weak from the night before to perform any magic. I could practice my Kung Fu without any difficulties though. It felt good to burn off the hangover and push myself physically. After a quick shower, I delved into the origins of the board game. I quickly discovered that the rules booklet was a recent addition to the game. I called the printer and found out that my grandfather had hired a writer to develop the rules for the game. It took a bit of digging but I found the author. He had been a game developer for some of the smaller game companies two decades past.
The next step was to take a closer look at the game board and its pieces. I carried the game up to my workshop and used a lighted magnifying glass to see more details. The board itself looked unaltered. Each space had a complicated design. That's where the rulebook came into play. There was a listing of each square as it appeared on the board beginning with the first one. I looked closely and saw that none of the designs were duplicated. The writer had told me that my grandfather had provided a basic concept for each of the spaces on the board. I flipped the board over and looked at the slots that held the wooden pieces. The wood that made up the board and the figures looked the same. However, the name plates appeared to have been carved from a dark wood but not the same kind as the board. I took tweezers and plucked one of the plates from where it had been glued into place. Someone had made these to be added later and they weren't original. The game was older than I had assumed before.
"How goes the research?" Mom asked as she set down a cup of coffee.
"I've learned a lot actually," I told her. "This is your piece by the way." I said holding up the curvaceous Tits McGee. My thumb absently rubbed against the figure's breasts."OH God," Mom cried out hugging herself.
"Are you kidding me." I said and did it again.
"UNNNN... what is going on?"
I set the piece down and she relaxed instantly. The connection was obvious but the why was still unclear. I stared at the figure while my mom stood behind me. I replayed parts of last night and it finally hit me. I felt stupid. I picked up the piece again and blew on it. Mom shivered behind me. I stared at the figure and spoke to it.
"You have no name." I said and blew on it again. Mom didn't react and my guess had been proven right. "The piece had your name."
"Wait, you mean you guys called it by my name?"
"Not at first," I told her explaining. "First it was called Tits McGee. But Jimmy got drunk and began calling it by your name. Soon everybody was and I think it created a connection to you, like a voodoo doll. I took your name from it. You should be okay now."
"Weird," she said. "So, when you guys played the game if affected my dreams, our dreams."
"That appears to be the case," I said and picked up each piece and took their names away. "I need to lock up this game. It is way too dangerous."
"Why did I feel you touch the piece?"
"I wonder if it has to do with the fact that I can do magic. Maybe my touch carries more of a punch."
"Makes sense to me," she said. "I will keep the girls in line. They won't say anything."
"I hope you're right." I said showing her the slips of paper. "I don't know what to do with these."
"Call them silly," Mom said smiling. "They want another go with you. Not a difficult decision in the long run."
I returned the pieces to the underside of the board and closed it. I went down and placed the game into the wall safe. Violet was changing the sheets on my bed when I walked in. She pointed to one of the dressers. The diary and tome had been placed there. When I asked her why she was changing the sheets she just giggled. She handed me one of the sheets and suggested that I give it a sniff. It smelled of sex. Oh, mom you little slut you. I had no idea you went that way. There was a definite blend of scents. I guess dreams spilled out into the real world. Mom caught me sniffing the sheets and she blushed. She was stammering as she tried to explain what had happened.
"You like girls too?" I asked and she nodded. "No harm in that... maybe we can work something out if you get my meaning."
"Leslie," Mom offered almost immediately. "She has a strong exhibitionist streak. She loves being watched. I bet I could even talk her into taking some pictures maybe even a video. I'll call her and see."
I put the sheet in the dirty clothes basket and picked up the books off the dresser. I went upstairs and looked through the unfinished projects my Grandpa had been working on. Most appeared to have been abandoned. Though they were carefully placed on the shelves covering the walls they were covered in dust, some more than others. How long had he been sick? I felt a pang of loss and looked at his work journal. It covered all the pieces in the room and the state of their repair. There were notes on each project and what he had done and what needed to be done to finish them. I moved to the beginning of this journal and the first date was over twenty years ago. He had been restoring antiques for most of my life. I found the entry for the board game and a book notation. I jotted it down on a loose piece of paper and went down to his study. I had the strip of paper in one hand and was looking at the book titles trying to make a match. The note was an abbreviation of the title and I knew it was going to take a while to be able to find it.
"Lindstrom's Arcane Mysteries," Mom said from behind me. "I was his secretary for many years. I spent more time doing it the last couple of years." She said as she crossed the room and retrieved the reference book. "Here... how about you sit and read while I suck you off. I really could use a stress reliever and by the looks of it so could you."
"I could use a beer too," I said and she left to get it for me.
I sat in the comfy chair and went to the page marked on the note. I had barely begun reading when Mom returned, set down my beer on a coaster, and went to work. I gasped when her lips wrapped around the head of my cock. I purred as her tongue lapped at the underside of my growing erection. I found the passage I was looking for and split my attention between the book and my mother's handiwork. It had originally been called the Game of Kings. There were six copies of the game in existence or had been commissioned. The wood had been harvested in a very specific location in the Black Forest in Germany. The pieces of wood had been delivered to a cabinet maker in Austria. He was referenced by his initials only but the author, Lindstrom, had delved into the identity and was sure that it was none other than Hans Gruber Schmidt. Schmidt was a grandmaster and had been commissioned by nobility throughout Europe.
"You have my attention," I moaned as my mother's lips touched the base of my erection. "Are you going to swallow?"
I set the book aside and watched her as she placed her hands on my knees and began thrusting her head up and down now. I found myself singing one of the spells. Mom's eyes went wide with surprise. I imagined how badly I wanted to fuck her and passed that off through the song. The spell mirrored her movements. When her head went down the phantom cock plunged into her. The faster her head moved the faster the spell worked on her. Her body was shaking as badly as mine was. I knew she was close to climaxing. A minute later we were both crying out as we came together. I told her to clean up and was surprised to find that the drain wasn't as bad as I expected.
"I think I'm getting stronger." I told her.
"Really," she replied. "That is great news..."
She licked me clean and tucked me away. I took a sip of beer and returned my attention to the book. Mom happily slipped away humming to herself. I chuckled and focused on the text about the creation of the game. The cabinet maker crafted the pieces of the board while a sculptor fashioned the game pieces. The game itself didn't come together until everything was shipped and assembled by a warlock that went by the name of Grimdark. He enchanted the squares as well as the figures. Once the magic was in place he assembled the six games and gave them to six kings across the land. One of those games went to England and eventually found its way to the new world. I was in possession of that game. The game was used to control men and women of the realm. It was usually just a party favor and little came from its use. But there were stories and rumors of orgies that went too far and people losing their minds and even their lives.
"It is going to stay locked up." I said glancing at the painting covering the safe.
I closed the book and took another drink of beer. I enjoyed the warm and fuzzies that mom's blowjob had inspired. She really was a talented cocksucker. I wonder if there were any other items I should be concerned with in the house or at the shop. Had Grandpa been selling antiques that were enchanted?
"Hey Mom!" I called out and she showed up a short while later. "Did Grandpa keep any ledgers that he kept separate from the others?"
"There is one," she said pointing at the desk. "Right hand drawer on top. It has a black cover with silver writing on it. He kept track of all of his special transactions in that."
"Thanks Mom," I said and she licked her lips. "For everything."
I retrieved the black ledger and began reading through it. It didn't take long to discover that this one had similar references like the journal upstairs. There were names of the items on one side of the ledger and a price on the other. Below the name of the item was a book reference. Some of the entries had two numerical values entered. The first was what he had purchased the item for and a second for how much he had sold it for. He was making a tidy profit when he sold these items. There were quite a few antiques that were still unsold. I had to find out what they were and see which ones were safe to sell. I glanced at the five hundred or so books on the shelves in this room and felt the intimidation factor. I was going to need my mom's help. There was no way I could do this on my own. I took out a tablet of paper and a pen and began writing down all the book references. A pattern emerged and I found that a dozen or so books seemed to be the core source for most of these antiques. Most of the entries were written in black but there were a few in red ink.
Mom was waiting and she had changed into lingerie and a silky robe. I saw another pattern forming. I needed her help it would cost me. She sat in my lap and looked over the pad I had written in. As she read she ground her ass into my groin. I heard her cluck her tongue and point to one of the red ink references. When I asked about it she said Grandpa had borrowed that book from another collector. Mom picked up the pen and jotted down the names of the owners of those books. I cupped her tits and began playing with them as she provided me with the information I needed. Violet came in and stopped cold.
"Sorry but there is a lady here. She was here earlier and she is dressed to kill."
"You called Leslie," I moaned in my mom's ear. "I guess research will have to wait for another day."
"Can I stay," Violet asked batting her eyes and making a pouty face.
"Jeez," I replied. "If your mom is okay with it. I am okay with it."
"You can join in but Leslie is the center of attention alright?"
"Thank you, mommy I love you."
"What instigated this?" I asked and Mom turned and kissed me.
"I told you I would call her. She brought her own video camera. Your little demonstration touched a nerve."
We met Leslie in the dining room. She was bent over the table with her ass high in the air. The Queen of Asses has entered the play area. There was a video camera on the table next to her. Violet arrived with glasses of wine and we toasted to an interesting evening. Mom tells Leslie the rules and she agrees to everything. I picked up the video camera and turned it on. The three of them took the stage and did a little strip tease for me. Once they were naked I tested my strength by singing the phantom mouth spell for them. Leslie ground her body against the unseen force and narrated for the camera how good it felt. I walked around them as I continued to sing. Leslie's eyes never left the camera.
"Close... so close... Master..." she moaned.
I plucked a chair from the table and sat down. I remembered how the spell seemed to work better when I used my imagination. I envisioned standing behind all three of them and eating them out. I could almost taste their juices on my tongue. That did the trick. They dropped like flies after that. I fell silent and they knelt in front of me panting and shaking.
"You are definitely getting better at this." Mom moaned. "Get to work slut. Cock ain't going to suck itself."
Leslie crawled over and unzipped me. She fished out my erection and stared at it. I took a sip of wine as her tongue swirled around the tip. She tasted my precum and found it delicious. Just as mom had done she worked the underside of my dick until I was painfully stiff. She wrapped one hand at the base and then the other on top of that. The head of my cock protruded from her double fisted grip. Leslie looked at my mom and smiled. She opened her mouth and went to work. Mom had always been gentle. Leslie on the other hand was wilder and used her teeth more. I shivered when she raked me with them. I captured every moment on her camera. I panned out and angled the camera to catch my mom and Violet on the dining room table. Mom was between my sister's legs and eating her out. Leslie, not to be outdone, stood up and turned around. She bent over at the waist and pulled her ass cheeks apart.
"Fuck me Master," she intoned with more than a little worship in her voice.
I stood up and slid my cock into her in one single motion. Leslie grunted as I began hammering at her. Mom looked over with her lips covered in my sister's pussy juice. Leslie's cries got louder and louder. She really liked working it for the camera. The footage of my cock moving in and out of her was enticing. I was a little tired but I pushed again and began singing. Violet let out a startled yelp as the phantom cock slid into her ass. Mom stared at me and grinned as the spell took hold. Leslie was affected most of all. She cried out and the camera caught her ass opening and closing as she was sodomized.
"YES... watch me... look at my poor little asshole getting violated!"
I was hammering her pussy now and I felt my own climax building. I told her I was getting close and she squeezed her pussy around me. I imagined fucking all three of them in the ass and a triple cry rose up as they came for me. Sis just collapsed on the table while my mother's knees gave out. But dear old Leslie locked her knees and endured. She stood there taking my cock until I yanked it free and sprayed her ass. Only then did she allow herself the pleasure of tumbling to the carpeted floor.
"Master..." Leslie whispered. "I belong to Master..."
"She's a keeper," Mom giggled. "Promise me you'll let her come and play often."
"What about her husband?"
"Pfft... he hasn't touched me in months. He never touched me like this! Please Master don't send me away..."
I was still clutching the camera when Leslie found the strength to get to her knees and clean me with her mouth. I handed her the camera and she shut it down and handed me the memory card as a gift or maybe proof of her devotion. I took it from her. How quickly things changed. I lived alone just a week ago but now I had women clamoring to be with me. I had my Grandpa to thank for this. He had swooped in and changed everything. How many more would join this ever-growing harem? How strong would my magic get? Could I find the other spell book and what secrets did it hold?
"I know that look." Mom said smiling weakly. "You are leaving."
"I have to go. I have to find it."
"Leave it to me. I will keep things steady here until you get back."
My name is Thomas Blackstone and I am a magician.
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