Full Story: Witchsons

 

WARNING: contains noncon, ageplay, and incest

 

Witchsons by Wain Tezak

“C’mon, hun!” Shayla Clark called up the stairs. “We’re gonna be late!”

“God, Mom!” Jayde Clark yelled back down. “You’re acting like a kid!”

“And you are a kid! So, get down here and let’s go!”

Jayde Clark stared in the mirror. His messy blond locks fell down his face like unmade bed sheets. He scuffed it up more, trying to cover his wide brown eyes and give him an air of mystery that would hide his soft, oval face and make him look older than he was. He shuffled out of his room and down the stairs, head low. “I’m 15, I’m not a kid,” he groaned as he stood before her.

Shayla threw her hands onto her hips and said, “Long as you live under my house, young man, you are.”

Jayde pouted. Shayla pouted harder until he smiled. She checked her son up and down. “Oooh, you look so nice in your costume!”

Jayde held out his hands and looked down at it as if something repulsive had just splashed over him. He wore a tight black sleeveless hoodie over slim black jeans, cat ears on a headband on top of the hoodie and a tail dangling from the back. On his hands were fingerless black, furry gloves with kitten paws on the palm side. And worst of all, a cute black nose and whiskers had been painted on his nose and cheeks.

“You look adorable!” Shayla chirped.

Jayde pouted. “Thanks, Mom. Just what every guy wants.”

“But, there’s still one thing missing,” she said. She took his hand in hers and pulled him toward her bathroom. “We need to do some makeup on your eyes!”

“God no! For real?”

“You can either look mysterious and brooding, or like you just got done shopping at Hot Topic,” Shayla replied. She spun him by the shoulders, reached by his butt yanked him by the tail into the chair.“We need to mascara up your eyes!” she said.

“Aw, Mom,” said Jayde.

Shayla dabbed two fingers with makeup and began smearing his eyes. “Hold still,” she said as he squirmed. “First, we’ll hit the neighborhood, especially your teachers’ houses, and then we’ll stop by Lindsey’s place. She and some other PTA moms are having a party there.”

“Mom, I don’t wanna go hang out with you and your friends.”

Shayla huffed and said, “Don’t be such a baby! Lindsey’s boy Brent will be there, as will their other boys.”

“Brent’s lame. I barely even know him.”

“Oh hush, you’ll have fun. There, and...done!”

Jayde rubbed around where his eyes had been painted black. Shayla examined her own outfit she was squeezed into, a black tattered rag that dropped from her shoulders and fell in a long V tatter in front and back, leaving much of the sides of her curvy thighs open. Her long legs cascaded down and met tall high heeled leather boots. Even with Jayde’s usual slump she stood taller than him, and now she all but towered. Striped Halloween orange socks poked just above the boot tops and ended in playful ruffles. Black gloves with orange laces slid up to her elbows. The v-neck cut ran canyon deep and she micromanaged her gleaming breasts until they popped up just right.

She spun and turned to Jayde. “How do I look?”

Jayde rolled his eyes and spun. “Ugh, Mom! Fine! You look fine!”

Shayla slapped him on the back. “Relax, baby. I’m still human, after all.”

Shayla and Jayde stepped out of their modest house and joined the multitude of other suburban ghouls, wrestlers, and movie characters accompanying their offspring of princesses, video game stars, and superheroes. The moon rose high and shone silver on the neighborhood, the nearly endless rows of suburbia spreading wide below the more sparsely and richly housed hills and the dense woods above.

“Excited for tonight?” Shayla asked as her high heels tapped down the sidewalk.

Jayde shoved his hands in his hoodie’s pockets and slouched after her. “I guess,” he said, noticing passing dads and boys his age noticing his mom.

Shayla slapped him on the back. “Don’t be so angsty. It’s Halloween, Jayde. C’mon, let’s have some fun!”

They stopped first a few houses down, at the nice Mrs. Galloway who taught Jayde’s English class. She stood head to toe in a Raggedy Ann costume that made Jayde think he was having a nightmare.

“Trick or treat!” Shayla yelled and Jayde grumbled.

“Well, don’t you two look like a fit pair!” Mrs. Galloway said. “A wondrous witch as I’ve ever seen, and a fine familiar to boot!”

“And you said nobody would get it,” Shayla whispered, elbowing Jayde.

“Oh, I couldn’t if I tried,” Mrs. Galloway said as she dropped a peanut butter cup in Jayde’s begrudgingly outstretched plastic cauldron. “Not with all the delightful literature, not to mention the local legends.”

Shayla looked at her cockeyed. “What legends?” she asked.

“Oh, don’t you know?” Mrs. Galloway chirped as Jayde preemptively rolled his eyes. “There’s a delicious rumor about the town going back to its founding in the 1800s.” She leaned closer to them, as if she was giving them even better treats. “The story goes, a family joined the travelers heading west and helped found the town. Came out of a certain town in Massachusetts, if you get my drift...”

She had a devilish, knowing grin on her face. Shayla matched it with a politely curious one as seconds ticked by for either she to say it or Mrs. Galloway to reveal it.

Jayde huffed and said, “Salem, right?”

“Yes!” Mrs. Galloway cheered. Shayla laughed politely. “That’s why there’s always so many witch decorations around downtown and the town hall, no matter what those old Baptist biddies say. The rumor is, a few wealthy women hid their witchery with their ‘richery’ and shimmied on down here to avoid getting caught up in another witch hunt. Wanted new people who didn’t have a clue, Midwestern rubes as it were.”
“Oh, you don’t say?” Shayla. “What did they do when they got here?”

Jayde hissed an impatient breath.

“Oh, all sorts of wonderfully nasty things!” Mrs. Galloway said eagerly. “Evil cats, animal sacrifices.” She looked side to side, as if checking to see if she was holding anyone else captive on her porch. “Even things of a more deviant, carnal nature…” She playfully clawed at the air with her fingernails and made a little “mrow” sound.

Shayla laughed a little. Jayde said, “Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, indeed! Things I couldn’t dare mention in polite company, things that would probably make the internet blush, tee hee! But again, fun stories. They pop up every decade or so. ‘Sigils’ carved in trees here, someone’s wife or husband acting funny and running around, neighborhood kids acting up or acting too good…”

“And… you think it’s…?” Shayla said.

Mrs. Galloway waved her hand. “No, don’t I wish! Kids learning woodcraft, spouses running around, and kids sowing their wild oats. Makes for great gossip and town lore, though! You should read about it at the library sometime.”

“I’m…sure we’ll stop by when we get a chance.”

“Yeah, real soon,” Jayde said under his breath.

Mrs. Galloway said her goodbyes and wished them a Happy Halloween.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Shayla asked as they headed back to the sidewalk.

“Yeah, only a little awful and terrifying,” replied Jayde.

They strolled past a few houses, walking by young kids dressed as Power Rangers and Storm Troopers, princesses and pirates. The air nipped and tickled their legs and arms like cat whiskers. Dry leaves, red, orange, and yellow, slipped, cracked, twirled around them in the breeze.

“Lot cooler out here than back in Dallas,” Shayla said, shivering a little.

Even with the hoodie on, Jayde’s bare arms felt the chill too. “Yeah,” he said.

Around them, the suburban houses emptying and filling up the sidewalk was like someone’s head had been split open and their imagination ran out. They passed a coach of Jayde’s, a coworker of Shayla’s, another teacher of Jayde’s, and the owner of a local bookstore who sold Shayla her first romance novel when they moved to town. They said hi and met the kids of some of the other PTA moms, got candy from the moms of Jayde’s fellow students, and even more candy and longer conversations from the dads.

“Are we done, yet?” Jayde asked, after another mom pet his ears without him asking and called him “cute”.

Shayla replied, “No, we still have Mrs. Chambers and the other PTA ladies.”

“God, how far away is that?”

“It’s not far, jus a few blocks.

With a groan, Jayde followed Shayla down the street. The houses grew larger, the trees taller and older. They could see less and less families out and lights on in the houses, though several of the ones lit were loud with partying and packed with cars outside. After a third block, the houses ended, and the street rose and twisted into dark trees, some naked and scratching the air, others still bundled with Halloween colors. The hill rose, and at the top, a few lights could be seen.

“Are we gonna…?” Jayde asked.

“There’s a gated community up top,” Shayla replied. “And yes, quit your whining!” With that, she patted him firmly on the backside and send him forward with an annoyed yelp. The road swept them up, turning right first and out of sight of the neighborhood, the sounds and lights distant like a TV on in a far off room. Rather than feeling ominous, however, it was like being lifted up. A curve to the left brought them within sight of the community’s front. Jayde kept his head down as Shayla scaled up, her hips swaying and thighs sliding out of the slits in her costume with each stride.

They reached the gates, tall metal painted white and gold, inlaid with leaf and forest designs. Dense, well planned trees were visible on the other side, and soft orange and yellow light wafted out. There was a small median in the middle of the gates, with a card scanner, intercom, and keypad set into it. A single streetlight, its cover shaped like a tree top, shone down on them. Off to the side was a hefty, solid looking set of mailboxes.

“Gee, I bet they’re real humble,” Jayde grumbled.

“Oh, hush,” Shayla said, inputting the number Mrs. Chambers had given her on the keypad. A moment passed, then there was a beep and a velvety and sweet voice answered.

“Sorry, no trick-or-treaters,” the woman crooned, “all the candy is ours.”

Shayla laughed half-politely, half-earnestly. “Stop it, Mrs. Chambers. It’s Shayla Clark. I’m here with my son, Jayde.”

“Thank you so much for coming!” she said. “And please, it’s Alicea.” The gate rumbled and then slid open with a dim electric hum. “Come on in, if you dare…”

The way she said the last part sounded more inviting than exaggeratedly scary. Shayla made a spooky face and wiggled her hands menacingly at her son and walked in. Jayde trembled a little, though he chalked it up to the chill wind that blasted down the road.

A finely paved street ran before them, lined on both sides with thick shrubs and trees, and spotted with streetlights, each with leaf and tree patterns. After a couple minutes of walking they reached a roundabout with a gazebo in the center, surrounded by well tended bushes and flowers, doing well even in the fall. From the roundabout five other streets split off, the street back to the gates going straight south, and one that shot north, up another hill, a gorgeous, well lit mansion at each end, bright as any downtown holiday display and twice as enticing.

“Holy shit,” scoffed Jayde, “it’s a private mansion collection.”

“Oh, yeah. They’ve got a lot of influence.”

“Is that why we’re here? So you can kiss ass to the rich people?”

“Of course not! Well…not entirely.” She let out a small giggle. “Also because they run the PTA, and have a lot of connections to businesses in town and some nice schools.”
“Uh huh. Totally not ass kissing.”

Shayla hid a mean look at him in the dark between streetlights. “And…if I’m being honest, it’s nice to spend time with people who are…nice. Especially when we’re new to town.”

“Like they won’t just let us down.”

“Not everyone disappoints you in life.”

“Just the ones you don’t want to.”

Shayla sighed, and was thankful a breeze hid it. He’d been so prickly since the divorce, since the move. Like he had gone from solid ball of fun childhood to a barely held together bag of broken glass, that needed to be carried around and pricked you when you did. 

Alicea Chambers’ house waited for them at the crest of the hill. Carefully planned denses of trees curved around it, about an acre of land, with the three story house splayed out in the middle. There was a fountain in the middle of the driveway, and three cars, all expensive foreign models, parked around it. Elegant bushes lined the house, carved and hedged into spirals and stars. The house was mostly white, with three story tall columns over the entryway, and balconies for each of the floors on the wings on the left and right. There was the edge of a tennis court on the left behind the house what looked like a diving board to a pool on the right. Cheerfully spooky orange and yellow lights from spotlights in the garden and in the larger trees blazed the colors of the season across its features. And whether due to lazy groundskeepers or by choice, a soft mat of fallen leaves carpeted the ground around the house. The sounds of music and handful of people laughing and talking could be heard.

“All this, and no ghost decorations or inflatables or anything?” scoffed Jayde. “Just fancy light bulbs?”

“Maybe they prefer subtle decorations to overdone ones,” said Shayla as they walked up the driveway.

“They’re gonna love our costumes, then.”

“Bad kitty,” Shayla said with a smile, and rang the doorbell. The sound of high heeled shoes on tile clacked towards them. The door opened, revealing Alicea Chambers, a slim figure with raven hair cascading down her thin, smooth face. Dark slits of eyes, a rich brown, stared out above a soft line of red lips. She wore a long gossamer gown, shredded stylishly in places, with red knee high heels and lacy deep red gloves.

“Hello Alicea!” Shayla said.

Jayde’s eyes widened as they followed they line of Alicea’s slim legs up a long slit in her dress, to a deep necked dress that ended below her chest and rose up to her cool, lovely face.

“Shayla, dear,” Alicea said, then leaned in and gave her a light embrace. “Glad you could make it. And this handsome young gentleman must be Jayde.”

She extended her hand, delicate fingers down, in the manner of a queen expecting rings to be kissed. As she fixed her calm eyes on him, Jayde felt a quiver run through his body. He gingerly shook her hand, which felt as cool as her gaze.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” his voice shook. He could almost hear his mother’s suppressed tittering.

“So polite,” Alicea said. She looked him up and down, causing Jayde to squirm a little at his exposed legs and arms. “And what a cute costume. But please, won’t you both come in?”

She waved them into the massive entryway. It was like a processional leading into a church, nearly twice the size of their living room alone and two stories taller. Deep brown, almost red walls rose up to an arched ceiling, festively ominous orange and purple lights reaching down at them. Jayde tried not to stare at Ms. Chambers’ form as she slunk down the hallway, his mom bouncing beside her.

“Did you find the house easily?” Alicea asked.

Shayla said, “Oh, yes. We had a nice brisk walk through the neighborhood and down the woods.”

“Not too scary for you, I hope.”

“Oh no! Perfectly spooky for Halloween. Isn’t that right, Jayde?”

“It’s cool,” he said nonchalantly.

Ms. Cambers cast a swift glance back his way, and he averted his eyes to the walls. The entryway descended a small set of stairs into a wide rotunda, with black marble floors and white marble pillars running up the red walls to a domed ceiling, itself a display of a starry night sky. A few luxurious chairs and couches filled the room, as well as tables and stands dotted with drinks and food. Four doorways leading to other brightly lit areas.

A young man relaxed on one of the recliners, a glass in one hand and candy in the other. He crunched down the candy, set the glass down, and rose to greet them. He was a few inches taller than Shayla, and had features as fine as Alicea’s. He wore a red satin vest over long, furry arms, and deep red satin pants with long furry clawed feet protruding from them. The furry costume arms were wrapped tight over dense muscle, and he wore a shaggy wolf style hood, complete with a fanged snout hanging over his head, and ears on top. A furry tail hung down from the back of his pants.

Alicea said, “This is my son, Rollin.”

“Nice to meet you!” Shayla chirped.

“You as well, ma’am,” Rollin replied.

“Hey, what’s up/” Jayde said. “Yeah, I’ve seen you at school. You’re on the football team, right?”

“Rollin is the junior captain,” Alicea said proudly.

“Oh, a football player and junior captain!” said Shayla. “Alicea, you must be so proud.”

“Oh, I am. He has a 4.0 GPA, is the financial manager for the student council… I could go on.”

Rollin said, “Don’t make me blush, Mom,” though his steady tenor didn’t sound the least bashful. Shayla chuckled and Jayde half-smiled politely.

“Now, Shayla dear,” said Alicea, “Would you care to meet the other mothers? Jayde, Rollin can introduce you to the other boys. They’re in one of the rooms in the East Hall hanging out, I believe.”

Shayla said, “Oh yes, we’d love to.”

“Sure, cool,” said Jayde.

Alicea headed down the West Hall, Rollin the East. Shayla waved cheerily goodbye to Jayde as she went, and he gave a curt wave back and slouched after Rollin, taking one last look at Alicea’s body as he did. As Alicea said something to Shayla, he could’ve sworn she looked back at him.

Alicea led Shayla down another extravagant hall, doors here and there leading to other rooms, large paintings and family photos dating back centuries dotting the walls; women as extravagant as Alicea, men as strapping and handsome as Rollin, all as poised and reserved.

“You’re house is so...so splendid!” Shayla said.

“Thank you, dear,” Alicea replied. “Only to show off just the required amount.” She let out a chuckle like a breeze escaping a cracked window, and Shayla noted it was one of the few times she’d heard her laugh. “Let me show you,” Alicea continued, reaching for a door handle. “This is the card room.”

She opened the door, revealing a room with even darker wooden walls, green carpet, and several expensive looking card tables.

“Fantastic!” Shayla said. “But, I’ve never been good at cards.”

“Oh? Then we’d love to play with you.”

Shayla laughed, and Alicea placed a friendly hand gingerly on her shoulder with a smile. “But what are you good at, then? We have a billiards room, table tennis, even two bowling lanes. And of course, a full bar and a movie theater, in case you prefer more relaxing endeavors.”

“All for just you and Rollin?”

“Oh, no. The other ladies are over practically every other night, and we do entertain people from town, not to mention around the world.”

“Really? Like who?”

“A few state congressmen and one senator last month, some Silicon Valley heads a few weeks before. However, they’re not the heart of our little group.”

The hall descended to a set of white double doors, which opened onto a wide, pentagonal room that looked like it had once been a patio and then converted to a nice enclosure. Pale wooden floorboards turned to white columns at each corner, cushioned seats and ledges that turned to large windows instead of walls, leading up to a glass roof. Another set of windowed double doors led outside. The furniture was wicker, white, and cushioned, like a southern mansion’s backyard.

On the furniture sat three women. Closest on the left was a black woman dressed up in a sort of purple-and-black witch doctor costume smoking a cigar, a short and thick Hispanic woman in deep oranges in a Day of the Dead style skull face paint lounged on a long seat in the middle eating from a plate of candy and fruit, and then on the right an Asian woman in a tight white kimono and sandals, with a tall bun of dark black hair.

“I’d like you to meet Catalina, Kalifa, and Yua,” Alicea said. “Ladies, this is Shayla.”

Catalina put her plate on a table and hopped up from her seat. “Alicea’s told us some tasty things about you,” she said.

She was a little shorter than Shayla, but thinner at the waist and with wider hips and a larger bust. She had on a tight black dress decorated with rows of blood orange flowers, ending just below her hips and with a deep round neck exposing mounds of cleavage. The soft brown skin of her face was painted like a white skull, large dark pits around her large eyes, lacy orange and gold flowery linework around them and the entire face. Catalina’s rich black hair had the same dark colored streaks in it leading up to a high do, adorned with more orange flowers. Shayla felt immediate jealousy of her bigger curves and thinner waist, but couldn’t help but admire a fellow middle-aged mother for looking so good.

“Alicea here tells us you got a real head for business,” Kalifa said as she stood.

She was a few inches taller than Alicea, but that may have been because of her heeled boots. She had a lithe, athletic body and wide cheekbones with a round chin. Clinging and bulging around her body was what looked like a tuxedo, complete with tails, so dark purple it was almost black. But there were no pants, only her excellent legs jutting out from dark purple panties. Bone white garters, stockings, and long flowing cuffs from her jacket made her skin stand out even more. Dark violet knee-high heeled boots completed the ensemble. Kalifa’s lip gloss and eye shadow were a slightly lighter purple, and black dreadlocks with purple highlights draped down to her shoulders. Atop them was a cute little top hat sitting askew, a coil of purple ribbon winding around it. Shayla made herself stand tall and strong, so as not to appear intimated by the very fit woman.

Yua glided up. “Yes,” she said, “Very interesting. We would like to hear more about your business model and history.”

Yua was just slightly taller than Jayde but shorter than Alicea, her body thin but her curves generously highlighted by the tight robe. A few black strands hung around what looked like a small pointed silver circlet or crown on her hair. Pale pink strands of ribbon dangling from her little circlet, as well as what looked like a large pink and silver ribbon or bow on her back. Shayla smiled brighter in the face of the very elegant woman

“Thank you, ladies,” she said. “I’ve heard so much about all of you! Yua, Alicea tells me you’ve go ta great eye for art.”

Yua’s small, pert lips smiled. “Yes, I loved painting as a child and it grew from there to collecting and selling. I would enjoy helping you choose pieces for your home.”

“And Kalifa, she told me you’re an expert at computers and apps and things I just can’t imagine.”

Kalifa chuckled and took a puff on her cigar. “Thanks. Yeah, not easy for women in tech, much less colored ones. But I can tell what will and won’t work better than a dozen white guys. Hell, I helped code UpTown just for fun.”

Shayla laughed. “It’s all over my head. But Jayde and I both have used UpTown quite a bit since we moved. Very handy!”

“Thanks, sugar.”

“And speaking of,” Shayla continued, “I’ve only tried a few of your recipes, Catalina, but they’re to die for!”

Catalina laughed loudly, jiggling her chest. “I’m lethal to people with a sweet tooth. I have a small cafe opening in town soon, something nice and different from my places in LA and Dallas and all that. You should come by when it opens.”

“Believe me, we will.”

“And you, Shayla,” said Yua, “Alicea has quite the eye for investments.”

Kalifa said, “Yeah. She told us you turned a few random political web sites and Facebook groups into a real force.”

“Well, it’s like I like to say: people with a common goal can do more together than apart.”

Kalifa chuckled and smoked.

“Like cooking,” Catalina said. “A mix of the right ingredients can make a strong dish.”

“Exactly!” Shayla said. “God, it’s nice to have a group of like minded women.”

Alicea appeared beside her, holding two goblets full of liquid.

“Indeed, it is,” she said, handing a glass to Shayla. “In point of fact, that’s why we invited you here tonight.”

“How do you like the town so far?” Rollin asked.

He strode down the hallway like Jayde had seen him do at school: tall and confident, like he owned the place, and was expecting cheerleaders to pop out of any of the billion doors they passed. Jayde skulked after him, already tired of the mansion. Big house, cool, sure, and his mom wasn’t bad looking, but Jayde felt like he was dressed like an idiot and wanted to be anywhere else but this tiny town with his dumb mom.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he answered. “I miss home, but this place isn’t bad.”

“It has a lot to offer. More than you’d think.”

“Oh yeah? Is there a mall and a movie theater I don’t know about?”

He stopped near a door. “No, but...”

He opened it, revealing about five rows of plush seats and a ten foot tall white screen. Jayde’s mouth dropped open.

“We’ve got games hooked up to it, too,” Rollin said.

“Cool. You wanna play something, or...”

“You should meet the other boys first.”

“Oh, okay.”

Rollin continued down the hall until they came to a set of double doors. He pushed them open and escorted Jayde into some sort of indoor lounge and pool room. Steps led down to a square, medium-sized bubbling pool, extending out under a giant window into a lit expanse of sculpted and landscaped yard outside. Surrounding the pool were cushioned, summer seasonal chairs and seats, and along the back wall by the door ran a bar. In front of the bar, next to the pool, hung a giant TV showing a football game.

Lounging around and in the pool were three young men Jayde’s age. A tall, athletic African-American boy in a purple and black snake costume leaned against the bar with eyes on the TV, a Hispanic boy of average height and wearing a cutesy orange bird costume lounged on a chair snacking, and a short and thin Japanese boy dressed in a white fox costume sat at the edge of the pool with his feet dipping in. They were all guys Jayde had seen at school, but hadn’t paid much attention to in the few weeks he’d been there.

“Guys, this is Jayde,” Rollin said. “Jayde, this is Nate, Deleon, and Kit.”

Snake-guy approached him first. His costume was like a giant dark purple snake with black diamonds scales coiled around his bare body, ending at a cobra-like hood with a fanged mouth over his face. Aside from where the snake coiled around his body, from his lower left leg up around his hips and torso up to his head, he was completely bare, save a pair of what looked like black swim trunks over his hips. The confidence he exuded, no, the cockiness, made Jayde hunch over a little more.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Nate asked coolly in a deep voice, hand extended. Jayde shook it, and the other boy’s grip was like a vice.

“I’m good, thanks,” Jayde said almost under his breath.

Next came the Hispanic boy, his feathery bird costume a dark, almost blood orange and skintight, his body somewhat stout and buff but still looking comfortable in the outfit. He was slightly shorter than Jayde but looked fitter and stronger. He had orange painted under his eyes and a feathery cowl on his head. He held up a plate of food in one hand and slapped a handshake into Jayde’s hand.

“Hey, what’s up?” Deleon yelled. “Want something to eat?”

Jayde answered, “Uh, sure, thanks,” and took what looked like a jumbo peanut butter cup off the plate. He took a bite and his shoulders relaxed.

Finally, the boy dressed as a white fox approached, putting his phone away and calmly regarding Jayde. The boy was slightly taller than him, baby faced with wide cheeks, wide cheekbones, and dark, sparkling eyes. He was thin but well built, and had a calm, easy smile on his face. He wore furry white shorts and a furry white vest with cute fox ears on his head, and a white tail drooping behind him.

“I’ve seen you at school,” said Kit, like he was reciting a boring fact from a textbook.

Jayde said, “I’ve seen you guys too. You’re usually in the library, correct?”

“Yes, and art class,” Kit replied. “I enjoy honing my craft.”

“And sure you’ve seen me in Home Ec,” said Deleon. “Women love a good cook! And this is one of the few schools I’ve been to that teaches it.”

Jayde laughed politely. “I’ve heard. And Nate, you’re on the football team, right?”

“Yeah, with Rollin,” he said. “That and computer class. Gotta work on my coding skills, man.”

“I’d like to learn that.”

“How about you, Jayde?” Rollin asked. “We normally just see you go to class, play on your phone, and go home.”

Kit said, “Yes, tell us, what are your interests?”

None of them ate from their plates of food or drank from their glasses. They just stared at Jayde. He felt like he was being scrutinized by statues.

“Oh, y’know,” he mumbled, his eyes on the ceiling and rubbing the back of his head. “I like to watch movies and game and stuff.”

“What games do you like?” asked Rollin.

“Shooters, racing games, I’m pretty good at Overwatch, maybe thinking of going pro.”

“You must have been playing it for a while,” said Nate.

Kit said, “Yes, maybe you should show us some of your skills later.”

“But right now, why don’t you relax and join us for some food and drinks?” Rollin said. He gently placed his hand on Jayde’s back and ushered him up to the bar, where plates of food, candy, and rows of bottles were spread out.

“Woah, you guys have beer?” Jayde said with a shocked grin.

“Of course, man, c’mon!” Nate said, popping the cap off a bottle.

“What….but, don’t your parents know?”

He laughed. “No, our moms don’t care.” He plucked a bottle of beer from a bin of ice and handed it to Jayde along with a bottle opener.

“Long as my Mom doesn’t find out,” he said, fiddling the bottle cap off.

Rollin and Kit made themselves some very adult looking mixed drinks while Deleon put shrimp and steak packed h’ors dourves onto his plate along with more peanut butter cups. After he took a sip, Jayde grabbed one of the candies as well.

“Like, what do you guys do here anyway?” Jayde asked.

Nate stopped laughing. The smile fell from Deleon’s face even as he continued eating. Kit somehow became even quieter.

“You’ll find out,” Rollin said with a smile. “It’s sort of a... Halloween treat. But for right now, c’mon and let’s see what’s on TV.”

He patted Jayde once on the back and they all moved to sit around the TV. For a party full of food and alcohol, Jayde thought they were acting pretty reserved. He wrote it off as how rich kids acted. And as he enjoyed his beer, he stopped caring.

“So, it’s a sort of women’s only entrepreneur club?” Shayla asked.

The other ladies were seated around her. Alicea took a drink of her wine. Catalina snacked on expensive looking chocolates. Kalifa puffed on a cigar. Kit sipped on champagne. Shayla was enjoying her second glass of the best wine she’d ever had, almost as much as she enjoyed being surrounded by women who got things done.

“Quite,” said Alicea. “We find that with our networks, our resources, and, frankly, our own superb skills, we can assist one other better together than alone.”

Kalifa said, “Catalina here catered that party of Silicon Valley people we had a while back. That’s how she made the contacts to open her new restaurant.”

“Bistro,” Catalina corrected with twirl of her tongue.

“Heh, her bistro in San Francisco.”

“And Yua helps me decorate,” Catalina said.

“Which helps me sell paintings and get customers,” Yua added.

“I like it!” Shayla said, then took another drink. “And Alicea, you help fund things?”

“When needed,” Alicea replied. “And network, and throw parties, and schmooze as needed.”

“You seem to be doing splendidly! But, I’m not sure what you’d need from me.” She drank another large gulp. “Not hat I’m complaining, mind you.”

Alicea said, “What we need from you, Shayla dear, is a new avenue. We’ve done well with connections to politics, but your ability to convince people, to get them to work together for a common cause, is something we could use.”
“Sure, we can butter people up and make our own talents cook,” said Catalina, “But a girl like you can do more.”

“Turn the colors into a painting, so to speak,” Yua added.

“Get all the programs turned into a suite,” said Kalifa.

“Oh, ladies, stop,” Shayla said, blushing and grinning. “You’re overselling me.”

Alicea said, “Don’t be modest, dear. You know we’re not. Besides, almost as important is the matter of the composition of our group. We’ve been down a member for a while.”

“I didn’t know. What happened?” Shayla asked.

“Cancer, tragically. We may be special women, but none of us are immortal. And then her poor son ran away…”

“I’m so sorry.”

Alicea smiled softly. “Don’t be, dear. When one opportunity closes, another arises.” She turned to the others. “Girls, would you mind giving Shayla and I some time alone to discuss matters further?”

The other women nodded, and made their way out of the room. When they were gone, Alicea fixed her calm, intent gaze on Shayla, unblinking, even as she sipped wine, almost caressing Shayla with her gaze. Shayla felt her cheeks burn.

“So, what, um,” Shayla stammered, “what would be my role within your group? Would it be anything official, with financial dues, and...”

Alicea softly shook her head, still staring at Shayla. “No, Shayla dear. It would be too important for that. What we want to offer you is nothing less than the full capacity of your skills, and for you to reach the full extent of your abilities.”

They’d been watching a football game, but as far as Jayde could tell they were watching a math class. When the Steeler’s wide receiver made an interception, the other guys had cheered and applauded like old guys celebrating someone playing golf.

“Yeah, good job,” Rollin said.

Nate was the most enthusiastic, with a light, “Hell yeah.”

Jayde clapped too, but even though he was more a baseball than football guy, he wondered why the other guys were acting so cool, so reserved. There was maybe one high five, and for all their drinking, they weren’t getting loud or crazy. Even with their parents in the other side of the house, the four guys acted way too...calm. It made Jayde look between them with uncertain eyes the entire half hour of the game they watched. Where was the rowdiness? The reckless teenage abandon? Where were the smashed bottles and chugging? What about other kids or, he had hoped desperately, some girls?

“Man, y’all take this seriously, don’t you?” he said as the game reached halftime.

In response, Deleon took a few appreciative bits of some steak appetizers, while Kit sipped slowly on a soda. Nate puffed on a cigar, but even that seemed more rich adult than wild kid. Maybe rich kids were just that way.

“We do have money riding on it,” Rollin said.

“More like he has money he’s losing on it,” Nate said.

The other boys chuckled. Jayde did as well.

“So, what else do you guys have planned tonight?” he asked. “Going out to any horror movies or anything? Inviting some more people over?”

Though the game grew louder as the third quarter kicked off, Jayde felt a silence turn on him like flies landing on the back of his neck. He swept his gaze to see all four of the boys looking at him out of the corners of their eyes. Deleon looked hungry, Nate looked like he was holding back a smile. Kit gave him a look that practically said, “are you an idiot?”

“Guys, can you give us a minute?” Rollin asked.

With that, the three others rose and quickly slipped out of the room. The sound from the TV felt like it was coming from a house a mile away. Rollin got up, made himself a whiskey and coke while Jayde drank his beer and watched the game, fidgeting in awkward silence.

Then, Rollin sat down beside him and said, “Let’s show you what this place is about.”

“Okay, sure,” Jayde said back.

Rollin waited for Jayde to stand, then escorted him out down the hall.

“What exactly do you mean by that?” Shayla asked. “You mean my skills as a political organizer?”

Alicea gave a soft chuckle, swirling the wine in her glass around. “Partially, but no, something much more than that. Shayla, remember the night we first met?”

“Sure, at the fundraiser for school. You were there with that bank president you know, someone I knew introduced us...”

“No, no dear, not the circumstances we met in. Do you remember the feeling when we met?”

Shayla paused. The room had felt almost still before Alicea had walked in. “Hah, of course I do,” she said. “It was almost like fate.”

“And haven’t you noticed feelings like that throughout your life?”

“Well, to be honest...I get that feeling when I know something big is about to go down. When I first got some groups of friends together in college to help volunteer for a woman who became mayor, I got that feeling. I got it when I got girls together to start that young women’s voter registration movement, and then...”

“You’ve had those feelings almost all your life,” said Alicea. “Don’t you wonder what they mean? Where they come from?”

Shayla laughed nervously. “What do you… I always thought it was just like a sign from the universe or something.”

“No. No, dear Shayla, it’s something much more. It’s a sign of your gifts.”

“My gifts?”

“Yes, the same way I get that sensation when the right person walks into my office, or when Kalifa strings together just the ride code. Don’t you ever feel that way?”

“I... when I get the right people together, and I just know that we’re gonna achieve something, I do feel a little… tingly. Like, just excited that I’m getting to do something and hoping it’ll go well, and hen it does!”

“Catalina feels the same way when a special recipe strikes her, or when Yua matches the right work of art to the right person.”

“You’re saying I’ve got a special artistic talent?”

“More like a special… craft.”

She took a drink and let the word hover there, thick in the air, until it fluttered over and wormed its way into Shayla’s ear. Alicea’s eyes grew deep and rich as the notion planted itself in Shayla’s head.

“Like… witchcraft?” she asked.

Alicea hummed, “Mmm-hmm.”

Shayla was quiet for a second, then chuckled nervously, then outright laughed. “Oh, Alicea1 You really had me going there. But seriously, I’m glad you see my skills like… ”

“I am serious,” Alicea said.

Shayla stopped laughing. Even though it was just the two of the in the room, Shayla felt outnumbered. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am. We all are. We’ve been doing this a while, and we don’t scope out new members lightly.”

A chill clawed up the slits in Shayla’s costume and goose pimpled up her exposed flesh.

“I’ve seen the work you do,” Alicea continued. “I’ve seen the way you work. You’ve a preternatural talent, Shayla. It would be a shame for it not to bloom to it’s fullest potential with us. And besides…”

Alicea reached a finger over, and trailed it along Shayla’s exposed thigh, “I could tell something else about you. From the dress you wore that night, to the costume you’re wearing tonight…”

Shayla bit her lower lip and she panted a few ragged breaths. “I d-don’t, um...”

Alicea withdrew her finger and said, “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you explore the house? See how we do things here, and tell me how you feel.”

With that, Alicea rose up from her seat and slid back down the hall. Shayla sat there watching her leave, her lip quivering, her exposed flesh tingling, and her heart feeling very, very cold. The women she’d met, what she knew of them, proved they were very influential, very powerful, but the idea of them being witches? Shayla wasn’t sure what scared her more: that Alicea could believe it, or that Shayla herself could.

And then another thought crossed her mind: was she more scared by the idea, or excited by it?

Then, yet another thought: where was Jayde?

Guest or not, she jumped out of her seat and strode into the hall, ready to find her son and politely excuse themselves for the night. But as she faced the series of halls and doors, Shayla felt like she was doing anything but leaving.

“You know how your mom got invited tonight?” Rollin asked. They passed from one hall and into another, doors upon doors going by.

Jayde replied, “Yeah. Your mom and her friends are like a sort of business club.”

“Indeed. But more than that. They all have something in common. Have you noticed it yet?’

Jayde suddenly had the feeling like he was being given a surprise test, or being led into a vicious prank. “No, what?”

“Have you seen any of our dads or brothers or sisters here?” Rollin asked.

It was like an answer had been found to a question he didn’t know he was asking. “Yeah, now that I think of it...”

“It’s because we don’t have any,” Rollin continued. “All of us, just one mother and one son.”

“What do you mean by that?” asked Jayde.

Rollin stopped at a split in the halls. He opened a door, and flicked on lights revealing a bathroom. “Keep exploring,” he said, “and you’ll find out.”

He closed the door without a second glance at Jayde. Now, what the hell did he mean by that? Jayde had no idea, but these guys acting unlike teenagers at a party was beginning to rub him the wrong way. Maybe he should wait by the front door for his Mom to get done with her schmoozing so they could go home.

Better yet, maybe he should find her and see if she’s ready to go.

He wasn’t sure which direction was which, and the hall split not two but three different ways. Guessing by direction, he decided to take the left, which felt like it would head South and back to the front door.

Then, a low, guttural sound pulled Jayde the other direction.

What could that have been? It sounded like someone sick, something coming deep from somebody’s throat. Had one of the other guys gotten sick? His nerves tightened, and he placed a foot in the right hallway.

The next sound was less painful. It was a woman’s voice, and a deep, low, “Oooh,” resonated down the hall.

Curiosity made Jayde take another step. And the one after that, and the one after that. The moaning grew louder. Two voices, at least.

“Yesss,” hissed a third.

Jayde’s steps became quicker, quieter, more eager. He saw a doorway cracked in the middle of the hall near a dead end. He kept his footsteps soft on the carpet and approached.

A woman moaned.

Jayde slipped up beside the cracked door and peered in.

Shayla had reached another dead end, another hall full of empty guest bedrooms and bathrooms. She turned back to the hall she thought she’d came from, hoping to work her way back to the front and find the direction Jayde went. She saw dark wooden walls up ahead, when a sound tugged at her ears.

“More,” came a woman’s deep voice, silken with pleasure.

What on earth could that have been? Jayde turned back and went left down a small side hallway, two doors with extra guest bathrooms and a laundry room in the middle. She approached the next hall, turning right and seeing the main hallway again, and left towards a dead end with a stained glass window of a rich green forest on it.

Shayla was about to call out her son’s name, when another sound made her stop.

“Like this?” came a man’s voice. Was it a man’s, though? It almost sounded too high to be one.

“Yes, yes more,” the woman groaned again.

Shayla saw a door on the left cracked open, light seeping out along with the voices. The woman’s voice sounded familiar.

“Huh, un,” another, deeper male voice grunted.

“Yeah, there,” came the woman, “there.”

Her voice, could it be…?

Shayla crept slowly towards it, her heart beating, the sounds almost making her sweat.

What was going on? She crept up to the door and pried it wider.

It smoothly opened. At first, he wasn’t sure what he was seeing. The lights were almost too dim and the walls and furniture almost too dark, deep browns and reds. Then, his eyes adjusted, and he froze.

The room was a bedroom with a rich brown bed covered in red silk sheets. Laying on the bed was Kit, naked save for his fox ears and the tail tied around his bare hips. Riding on top of him was a Hispanic woman with a white and orange skull on her face, orange flowers and streaks in her hair, and nothing else on. She gyrated on top of him, her bust swaying, deep moans coming from her full lips.

Laying beside Kit, stroking his stomach and kissing him passionately, was a tall, fit and gorgeous black woman. The sheen of sweat on her glistened in the dark off the dim lights in the ceiling. She kissed Kit, their mouths feeling one another, tongues sliding in and out. A distant part of Jayde’s mind reasoned that the Hispanic woman was Deleon’s mom and the black woman was probably Nate’s.

“Mmm yeah, he’s tasty isn’t he?” the busty Hispanic woman on top said.

The black woman pulled her mouth away just long enough to speak. “He is a little treat.” Then, she lifted a lean breast up and put her nipple into his mouth. He suckled it and she began to moan.

“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” came a voice as deep and smooth as dark chocolate behind him. Jayde froze as Alicea appeared out of the corner of his eye just beyond the feathery edge of his hoodie. She stood not an inch behind him, and he could all but feel her curves touching his back through his costume.

“I’m s-so sorry,” Jayde muttered. “I didn’t mean to spy on...”

“Don’t apologize, Jayde. Keep watching. They do love enjoying such handsome young men,” she said, her breath tickling his ear. “Every night for them is as indulgent with sweets as Halloween.”

Fingers like spider legs climbed onto his shoulder, sending nervous exhilaration through him. He stood still but God did his body pulse and his cheeks feel hot.

The black woman stopped moaning, licked her lips, and rose up above Kit’s head, then lowered her hips onto his face. A low sucking sound came and she began grinding onto his face and moaning.

“How would you like to be a treat for them?” Alicea asked. A fingernail plucked silken electricity along the side of his neck. He shivered even as his dick throbbed and bulged in his now too-tight costume.

“I… uh…” he mumbled.

The Hispanic woman began bouncing up and down on Kit’s dick. The black woman ground her hips harder into his face. Then she turned herself around, grabbed the Hispanic woman’s large breasts, and the two began kissing. Kit’s hands reached up and grabbed Nate’s mom’s breasts and fondled them. His own low, pleasures moans could be heard, muffled by her hips.

“Would you enjoy being treated like him?” Alicea asked. A long, delicate fingernail pulled his hood back enough for her lips to almost touch his ear. Her other hand came around and touched his stomach, fingers finding their way under his shirt. “To be nothing but candy for them? Think about it. School would fly by like a dream, and daily you’d be used like Kit, like all the boys are. Every meal would be dessert, Jayde. You’d know pleasures men of a hundred never experienced. All to help your Mother.”

Shayla peered through the open door and received an eyeful.

The room was cream colored, wallpapered with flowery white lilies and a bed with silk cream sheets on an elegant white frame. On the bed knelt Yua. In front of and behind her were a tall strapping young black man and a stout but handsome Hispanic man, dressed like a snake and cat, respectively. All three had various parts of their costumes undone, hiked up or down, and all three were moving and bumping together to some unheard hard and fast tune.

“Hmmph!” Yua mumble while the black young man, she guessed Kalifa’s son, thrust his thick dick into her mouth. Behind her, the Hispanic boy, probably Catalina’s, furiously humped her. The sounds of hard slapping flesh echoed out of the room.

Shayla felt her face burn hot as a fire. The sights and sounds assaulted her, turning her legs to jelly and torching her insides. Her costume, so emphasizing her curves and showing off parts of her, felt dangerously exposing.

And exciting. Her flesh burned. Her breath gasped out.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kalifa's son grunted.

“Take it, take it,” said Catalina’s.

“Enjoying the view?” asked Alicea’s son from behind her.

Shayla spun. Rollin stood not a food behind her. Even in the light of the hall he seemed imposing, looming over her.

“Uh, um,” Shayla stammered.

He smiled. “It’s alright. Mother told you about our group. This is part of their rituals. She wanted you to see for yourself.”

More groans and slaps sounded behind her. Shayla turned her head back and got another look at the two boys fucking Yua. She seemed so demure, even fragile, when they’d first met. But she rocked back and forth hard with the two young men. Shayla couldn’t help but stare. As she did she realized Yua wasn’t just being fucked but fucking along with them, her mouth eagerly sucking the black object in her mouth, her hips slamming back onto the dick in her pussy.

Shayla put a hand to her lips while the other found its way atop her heaving chest.

“Oh, my… my…”

Alicea’s son took a step closer.

“Yes,” he said.

“My God,” said Shayla.

He elicited a soft chuckled. “God is not here,”’he said. “We worship only ourselves.”

Shayla couldn’t take her eyes away. Not just the impact of seeing it, hearing it, even smelling it, but the mere idea of doing it spun her mind in circles and scorched her heart. She’d had fantasies and watched a few dirty movies herself, but seeing it for real, up close, was something else.

Alicea’s son placed his strong hands upon her shoulders. He leaned close and she felt his hardness poke his costume’s pants.

“Would you enjoy the same benefits?” he asked. “It is how we are used, us sons of the wonderful women here. How our rituals are conducted.”

His breath was like cinnamon. Shayla’s hips yearned to buck, her vagina was like a furnace.

Yua rocked harder into both of the boys. They thrust harder. Her small breasts waved and her thin hips bounced.

“I’ve never, um...” was all Shayla could manage.

Rollin’s hands softly yet strongly caressed her shoulders, then moved along her back down her sides to her hips.

“I am bidden to be yours,” he said. “You may begin a ritual with me, if you like.”

She fondled her lower lip with one hand and caressed her chest with the other. Yua enjoying two young men at once was quite a sight, and Alicea’s son was nothing to sneeze at. And it has been a while since she’d enjoyed herself.

“I am yours to command,” he said, and pressed the hardness in his shorts up against her rear.

How old was he even? Did she care now that she was here? Could she do this? Part of her wanted to, even felt she owed those women. But… witches?

Wait… sons of the others… Where was hers?

“Where is he?” Shayla asked. “Where is Jayde?”

Rollin only pressed harder into her. “He is fine. My mom is attending him.”

Shayla gasped. “What?” She tried to turn, but Rollin’s hands held her in place.

“He’ll be fine,” he said. “Mom is going to treat him well. Just like you can treat me how you want.”

His lips grew near her neck. Shayla shivered, took a deep breath, then place a hand on him and pushed him back.

“No,” she said. “I need to find my son. This is all too much. Where is he?”

She thought he wouldn’t answer, but to her surprise he said, “Jayde is just on the other side of the stairs. Turn right, go down that hallway, then turn left.”

Shayla backed away, coming into full view of Yua and the boys in the room. Yua looked at her, her mouth caressing Kalifa’s sons dick, and Shayla swore the woman smiled.

Shayla hustled down the hall. Curse the high heels she wore! She was too nervous and didn’t want to slow to take them off. Once she found Jayde, they’d make as polite an exit as possible. Witches and sex and maybe illegally young men, and that Alicea might do something to Jayde… it was all too much. Too scary. Too arousing. She needed to find Jayde fast.

She passed the stairs and entered the other side of the house. She paused at a split in the halls, heard familiar sounds of pleasure, and turned left, hoping she wasn’t too late.

“What do you m-mean ‘help my mother’?” Jayde asked. His heart pounded so loudly he could barely hear himself speak over the rushing blood in his ears.

Alicea’s hand rubbed up his soft belly, her fingernails scratching his chest. “This is how we work,” she said. “Our boys give up themselves to be… let’s say tools for us to use. Their minds become overwhelmed with pleasure, almost drugged with it. Oh, they still go to school and play sports and work their part time jobs and internships, but their minds, their wills, are ours. For as they go about their days in a dream, we direct them, channel our power through them. And, as a reward, their pleasure never ends, life becomes like a never ending dream. And of course, they harvest the… fruits of their labor.”

Her hands glided down to cover the bulge in his pants. Her fingers laced around his hardness with silken firmness.

“Would you enjoy being a tool for one of us?” Alicea’s words slipped into his ear. It was all he could do to not explode.

“I-I…” he stammered. “I’ve never en k-kissed a girl.”

Her chuckle was hot steam in his ear. “We can do more than just kiss,” she said, caressing his erection. She pulled his body close and he felt her body, the soft firmness of her breasts, her hips, against him.

“A-and this will help my Mom?” he said nervously, hopefully.

“Mmm, yes,” Alicea replied. “As long as she joins as well, enjoys the festivities herself…”

“U-uh um…” Jayde droned, his dick throbbing with each heartbeat. But, his mom involved in things like this? The thought excited and terrified and disgusted him. What if she caught him? What if she was caught?

“I-I-I should p-probably, uh, ask her,” Jayde said with difficulty. He moved a little, wanting to get free of Alicea but also really, really not wanting to.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her delicate fingers still holding onto him.

He managed to move far enough away to turn to look at her, her eyes dark and deep. And hungry. A part of him wanted to be eaten, and another to run. The moms in the room paused in their usage of Kit to eye him with the same hungry looks.

“L-Let me just talk to her first,”’he said.

Alicea smiled, and said “Very well. She’s down the hall looking for you, actually. Turn right and another right, and you’ll see her.”

She pulled her hands away and it was like being free of a magnet. Alicea stood quietly as he backed away, the women and Kit watching through the cracked door. Jayde kept his eyes on them as he moved and, when he reached the split, began nervously jogging down the halls.

“Mom? Mom?”

“Jayde!” Shayla yelled. She turned left just as Alicea’s son had said, and came to a wider hallway, two sets of wide doors on the right and left.

“Jayde?” she called again.

Then, there he was, rounding the far corner. His costume was still on, and for some reason that filled her heart with hope.

“Mom!”

They ran down the hall and met between the two sets of doors. They hugged, Jayde clinging hard to her back, she pulling him close. Their waists almost met, and she felt something poke her. Jayde pulled back, breaking the embrace.

“Are you okay?” Shayla asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said.

“Good. This party got a little… wild.”

“Agreed. Let’s get out of here.”

“Yes. We can make our our polite declines and apologies later. Now, where’s the exit?”

“Why do you want to leave?” Alicea asked.

They spun to find Alicea standing in the hall, blocking their way like a bloody dagger. Her arms were folded casually and she was looking atthem like they were puppies that had ruined a carpet.

“Alicea,” Shayla said, steeling her voice as best she could and positioning herself in front of Jayde, “I’m very grateful you invited Jayde and I here, but this is a little much for the both of us. Especially with Jayde’s age. I’m afraid it’s best we go home and you and I can discuss business matters at your office.”

“Uh, Mom…” Jayde said.

They turned. Alicea’s son, Catalina, Kalifa, and Kit stood in the hall blocking their path. When they turned back around, Yua, Nate, and DeLeon were behind Alicea. All were still in states of undress.

“Are you sure we can’t convince you to join?” Alicea asked. “Shayla, I know you could go so far with us. And Jayde, I could tell you’d enjoy your responsibilities.”

“M-mom...” Jayde stammered. He and Shayla exchanged a quick, nervous glance. “N-no thanks. Mom and I would like to leave, please.”

“Tsk, such a shame,” Alicea sighed. “Id hoped we could persuade you both. As it is, you’ll have to be… drafted.”

Alicea and Yua smiled. Nate and DeLeon, however, didn’t. They didn’t grin or grimace or anything. Their faces just went blank, their moths hanging open and eyes dull as if they were passing out. They reached up and pulled their faces off. Skin peeled back in clean lines, their mouths, noses, cheeks, eyes, all of it coming off cleanly.

Their held their faces in their hands. Where their faces had been now were masks of wood, bone white, carved and curved in the shape of their flesh faces. There were no eyes, though, only empty black sockets. Mouths hung open like cracked doors, screaming out blackness.

Shayla and Jayde froze. It was like the waking world had been unmasked to reveal a nightmare. But they could feel each other, smell the room, and see the things in front of them.

Their brains struggled to realize they should scream. They didn’t even hear a rustle of clothing or the scuff of shoes.

Alicea waved her hand like she was holding a magic wand. “Abra Kadabra,” she said. “Make them disappear.”

Arms grabbed Shayla and Jayde from behind. They instinctively struggled, then caught a glimpse of the pale wooden faces of Kit and Rollin. Shayla and Jayde finally found their voices, and screamed.

The four costumed women stood by as their inhuman sons rushed them. Shayla and Jayde screamed and kicked but their legs and arms were grabbed and they were hauled away like struggling groceries. Walls and doorways flashed by, and they caught glimpses of the four women casually strolling behind. They came back to the main corridor, their screams echoing up the walls, and then were held in front of the stairs. Alicea approached one of the banisters, pressed twisted and lifted the head of it, and revealed a small switch. There was a hum and what sounded like an elevator underground. Then half of the stairs rose up while the floor in front dropped down into another set, revealing a passageway of clean stone walls and a carpeted stairway leading down. Lights popped on above a white, intricately carved wooden set of double doors ten feet below.

Alicea nodded down and the four boys carried the mother and son below. The mothers followed. Their screams died as Alicea pressed a button on the wall and the stairway slid back, enclosing them all.

Shayla and Jayde were carried kicking and screaming on thick red carpet through a corridor of black stone reflecting hungry orange light from exquisite lanterns above. They descended another half set of steps and came to a wide arched doorway.

The doorway led to a large cavernous room that, as their eyes adjusted, they saw to be a sort of church, smooth polished stone rising up to give way to rough rock above. Past a few rows of old but well-kept pews stood a black wooden altar the size of a king bed, draped with multiple colors of silk and satin sheets and pillows, as well as cushions, and pillows. A bright white and gold stained glass picture of an inverted pentagram with an inverted cross stood in the center of the wall above the cushioned altar. Chandeliers and candelabras held unlit candles dripping wax fingers down to the floor. Shayla and Jayde’s sounds of struggle echoed off the ceiling and back at them. The boys dragged them to the crossing and held them in place while Alicea and the other moms stood in front of them near the altar.

“Help! Help!” screamed Shayla.

“Somebody, please!” Jayde screeched.

“Save your voices,” Alicea said. “You’re not the first to scream down here. We assure you, no one will hear you. You’ll just tire yourself out.”

She nodded to Yua, who folded her hands together and bowed her head. One after another, the candles in the room flickered alive, filling the space with orange light. It made Shayla and Jayde feel as if they were being swallowed by a sea monster.

“Please help us!” Jayde cried.

“You can keep me, just let Jayde go!” Shayla yelled. She sagged as the exhaustion of struggling and screaming weighed her down. Jayde saw her grow weak and his knees buckled.

“Why don’t the two of you relax?” said Alicea. “You’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”

Shayla asked, “What do you want with us?”

“We want you to embrace what you really are,” said Alicea.

“Use our sons,” Kalifa said. “They love it.”

“W-What are they?” Shayla asked.

Alicea responded, “Haven’t you figure it out? They’re our wands.”

“In more ways than one,” laughed Kalifa.

“They’re conduits for our power,” Catalina said. “And they’re oh so scrumptious.”

“They’ve surrendered their will, and all they feel is joy,” said Yua, “And they live the perfect lives we want for them.”

Jayde went slack, his eyes blank.

“Y-You want me to brainwash my son?” Shayla said. “You want to turn him into just a tool for your sick lust and power?”

The women were quiet. Their wooden faced sons motionlessly whistled silence.

“Would you like that, Jayde?” Alicea asked. “To be made a wand for her? For us all to use?”

Jayde hung limply, but his knees crossed to hide a bulge from his costume. He looked up apologetically to his mom. Shayla stared back at him with moon sozed, terrified eyes.

“N-No,” he answered. “I won’t do what she doesn’t want.”

Shayla found her courage, and stood up straight, her chest thrust proudly forward. “For the last time, let us go, you… you…”

“Witches?” Alicea said. The other women chortled laughter up to the dank chapel heights.

Shayla replied with a sneer.

Alicea said, “Well, then, perhaps we can persuade you both.”

She waved her fingers. Yua clasped her hands and bowed again. Kalifa snapped her fingers. Catalina raised her hands and clapped.

Kit and Rollin threw Jayde to the ground and went for Shayla. They and the other wand-sons hefted her up and carried her towards the pile of pillows and blankets at the head of the altar. “No… NO!” Shayla cried in anger as much as fear.

“Mom!” said Jayde. He reached a desperate hand out, only for the legs and hips of the four witches to block him.

“Get away from him!” Shayla commanded. “Leave my son alone!”

“Oh, don’t worry, Shayla dear,” said Alicea. She and the other dark witches surrounded Jayde, who remained on the floor, his knees tucked under him. He stared up at them, his mouth open, lips dry, his eyes trembling. Alicea bent down and placed a finger under his chin. “We plan to take good care of him… Jayde swallowed dryly as Alicea’s hand caressed his chin.

“Don’t you touch my boy!” Shayla yelled at the son-things laid her onto the dark cushions and sheets.

The women chuckled. “You’re not the first to protest,” Alicea said. “I did. So did my son. But, we gave in.”

Nate and Kit pinned Shayla down

“We enjoyed it,” said Alicea.

DeLeon spread her legs while Rollin positioned himself over her. He grabbed the deep, cleavage exposing V of her costume and pulled it open, letting her hefty breasts bounce out. Her nipples were tiny pink needles of tension.

“And we never looked back.”

Shayla struggled, but the wooden-faced boys held her like a vice. Then, Rollin lifted up her dress, exposing her soft thighs and the tight black panties she wore. He place a finger delicately in them, then ripped them off, exposing her shaved pussy. As the open air reached her, Shayla she grew wet as her eyes went wide and unfocused in panic.

“M-Mom?”

Shayla lifted her head. Jayde still lay on his knees, but now Kalifa straddled behind him, her hands caressing his thighs. Catalina knelt on one side of him, grabbing at his pants. Yua sat on her knees on the other, feeling up and down his chest. Jayde foxes his mother with a dead eyes, terrified look as Kalifa began nibbling and licking his ear, as Rollin unbuckled his pants and reached over Shayla.

“Don’t look baby,” Shayla whispered. “Don’t look...”

“Hmm, don’t worry,” Alicea said, stepping in front of Jayde to block Shayla’s view of him. Then, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing her toned and sensual curves. “He won’t be looking anywhere but here.” She leaned over, her soft breasts dangling in front of a Jayde, the first he’d ever seen up close, then placed her long, wet tongue into Jayde’s dry mouth. It tangled over his numb one as her ruby glistening lips locked into his.

He disappeared from view behind Alicea as the other witch-moms began undressing. Shayla’s eyes darted up into the dead stare from Rollin and the other wand-sons.

Alicea finished her slurping forced lock on Jayde’s lips and said, “And you have your own concerns.”

Shayla scrunched up her face as Rollin took his hard dick out of his underwear, a long and rippling seven inch muscle. He aimed it at her exposed softness, his and the others’ faces blank as walls, the only sign of life from them the pale imitation of breath escaping their open mouths. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the others pulling their horrid dicks out of their own pants. They looked like normal, hard and bulging members, but on the bodies of the wooden-faced things, they only looked dead.

Rolling leaned close, blocking what light there was, whispering silence that smelled of an old coffin. His hips moved forward, and she felt his smooth, round tip press against her pussy’s lips.

“Huh...uh...no...” Shayla mumbled.

He, it, pressed into her. Inch after inch slid inside. Her hips went still, her breathing stopped, as it went in. His skin was soft, even warm, she felt a pulse in it, but it still was like something made of wood and dressed like a boy was entering her. He pushed all the way in until their hips touched and his taught abs pressed against her belly. 

Despite her straining against the fear and the horror of it all, Shayla let out a low, quiet, moan from her soft, dry lips. “Uh.”

Rollin’s dick slid down, then back up, a mechanical rhythm that just made it feel more unreal. Her eyes glazed over a blank spot on the wall as she tried to push away the sensation. Something else, some tingling energy danced along his member, his entire body, and into her. And for her part, Shayla couldn’t help but gasp.

He continued sliding in and out of her. Wet sounds echoed off dry stone.

Not twenty feet away, Jayde struggled for breath as Alicea continued holding his mouth prisoner

They surrounded him like flies on a cherry pie. Kalifa’s strong hands massages his legs. Yuma’s delicate fingers tickling up and down ha chest. Catalina continued pulling down his pants. When Alicea finally released her hold on his mouth, he gasped for air.

“Was that so bad?” she whispered to him. She stood up and began caressing her amazing body.

Jayde could see motion behind her of the four wand-sons over his mother. He heard the faintest whimper of sound, but for all he could tell she wasn’t moving, neither fine nor hurt. But he knew better, even if his frenzied mind couldn’t process it.

Then, Catalina slid the feathery furry cat costume pants down, along with his underwear. Kalifa massaged his bare thighs as she did. When his exposed dick hit the air, he was afraid it might explode.

“Mmm, looks tasty!” she said. A hungry look flashed brought her dark brown eyes as she licked her lips.

Jayde could only lay there and pant. Was this really happening? How could it? Was his mom okay? Just an hour ago he’d been making fun of her for wanting to go to a stupid costume party and dressing him up. Now…

Yua placed her small, cool hands under his shirt and began to lift it. Kalifa’s hands moved from his legs to his stomach and helped her, breathing close to his ear. It felt like being undressed by a spider.

“M-Mom...?” he called out.

Alicea leaned back down and took his head in her hands. “Never mind her,” she said, and planet another breath-sucking kiss on him. His jaw worked weakly and he groaned lightly as her tongue invaded him. He felt the smooth material of the costume being lifted away, and Aliecea moved back as his top, pants, and underwear were removed. The only thing left on him were the nose and whiskers painted on his face and the cat eared headband on top of his loose blond hair. Then, the women began covering him with their hands. Yua massaged his exposed belly. Kalifa took hold of his chest, eliciting a yelp when she squeezed his nipples, while her legs rubbed against his. Catalina rubbed his hips, her fingernails dangerous close to his privates. His dick pointed hard at the roof. He tried to look away from them, but every view was filled with their lusting eyes, their hungry lips, until he gazed to the side at the floor. And he blushed with at how good it all felt.

“So ashamed,” Alicea said, kneeling in front of him, “all because of what feels natural.”

He felt her fingers tense around his dick, and he couldn’t help but look. Her beautiful face, sensual dark eyes, gazed up at him as she took hold of his penis. Then, the smallest smile climbed like a spider up her lips as she gently stroked him.

“Is that so bad?” she asked. His dick throbbed in her hands, and he turned away to grimace and blush harder. “Heh, I thought so.”

“O-oh, oh...” he moaned, and heard his moans echo. “Mom…Mom...”

His pleading echos reached Shayla’s ears, breaking her out of the disembodied trance she’s drifted into as the inhuman wand-son raped her.

“J-Jayde?” she cried between gasps and thrusts. She tried to see him, but the wand-sons around her and the witch-moms around him blocked her.

“Mom!” he cried back.

Alicea squeezed tighter, and then her long tongue reached out and licked his dick’s pulsing head. “Ooouh,” he groaned.

“Baby...” Shayla called, then grunted as Rollin pushed all the way inside her again. “Baby, are y-you… uh… you okay?”

As if to taunt her, Alicea’s eyes narrowed and her grin grew devlish. She squeezed Jayde tighter and pulled down harder. A dewdrop of precum appeared at his peak.

“Gah!” he gasped. She pulled down gently on him. “Y-Yeah, I’m f-fine.”

The women holding him chuckled, their hot breath mugging his naked skin.

“Are y-you?”

Rollin’s balls slapped against Shayla with another thrust. “Hrm… I’m good, honey… uh! I’m o-okay, don’t w-worry about me.”

“Yeah, Jayde,” Catalina moaned to him. Her hands joined Alicea’s on his dick. “Don’t even think about her.”

“She’s about to have all the fun she can handle,” added Kalifa, who also slid her hands onto his member.

Yua said, “Our sons will take good care of her,” and then folded hers over the pile of hands.

Then, all but Alicea released their hold on him. Kalifa’s licked his neck, the warm wormy feel sending tingles down his body. Catalina bent over and slid her tongue along his belly. Yua’s tiny tongue found its way along his chest and to a nipple. Jayde wailed low into the air, and a few tears streaked down his cheek.

Amid the bodies and hands, he still had a solid view of Alicea. Smiling like a kid with a bag full of candy, she began quickly stroking her silken hands. He knew what she was doing, and he couldn’t do a thing to stop what he knew was about to happen.

“M-Mom!” he called out. “I’m s-sorry!”
Alicea looked over her shoulder, and Jayde could see just over the rise of her butt the thrusting motions of her son on his prone mom. Alicea gave a wink, and the motion grow faster.

The rapid thrusts of muscle intensified. Shayla tried to push the pleasure forced away, but it welled up in her like smoke in her lungs. She gasped and moaned herself. “Don’t b-be, baby!” she called back. Her control on her breathing weakened, her jaw loosened as gasps escaped her lips.. “You, uh… d-didn’t do anything… huh… wrong!”

“What a wonderful sight,” Yua said.

“Hmm, Rollin’s giving it to her good,” Kalifa agreed.

“I can practically taste it!” called Catalina.

“Can you feel it, Shayla- dear?” Alicea said, her strokes intensifying. “Can you feel your body welcoming it? Absorbing their energy? Sucking it all in?”

Shayla shook her head violently, trying to shake the feeling off. But, it only expanded inside her. Rollin thrust harder and faster, leaning deep into her. “No…gah! N-noooo…”

“Because we feel it in Jayde,” Alicea said. Her hands were like a vice, each downward thrust making Jayde’s dick pulse stronger. He bit his lower lip and clenched inside himself, trying to push it away. But, he knew it wouldn’t last.

“L-leave him alone!” Shayla screamed.

“Mom!” Jayde screamed back.

“Rollin, dear,” Alicea said, “would you kindly?”

Rollin leaned forward, practically up on his knees, and pounded deep into Shayla. His long, thick cock slid up and down against her clit, his tip slamming into her G-spot with each loud, smacking thrust. Hot breath seeped out of his mask-mouth, and very human sweat seeped onto her.

“No, no, please no!” Shayla called as the energy swelled.

Alicea fixed her eyes on Jayde, and he couldn’t look away. The air bubbled with the witches’ chuckling. And then, it was like his dick was a lightning rod that had been struck. Electric pleasure shook every nerve. His hips spasmed and his knees swung out as, with every thundering heartbeat, he shot out jolt after jolt of white.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” he called out above their laughter with each shock.

“No, please no!” Shayla yelled. And then, the thundercloud burst, it rained inside her. She quivered as sparks of pleasure danced along her skin, rattling her bones, quaking all her curves. The wand-son’s warmth filled her. And as she felt it, as she felt her own energy, her power, swallow it and bulge like a sponge, her back arched and she cried, “Ooooh… ahhh… aaaah!”

Jayde panted as he emptied himself, his hips still thrusting and his dick throbbing even as nothing came out of him but ragged gasps. He went limp and sank into the witch-moms’ hands, and they lowered his shivering form onto the sheets and cushions beneath.

“Damn, that felt good,” Kalifa said, massaging his back, her thighs stroking his body as she pulled away from him.

“An exuberant performance,” Yua added, her hands lightly touching his legs.

“Mmmm, I’m almost full!” Catalina said, rubbing his belly. “Almost.”

When he was laid down, Alicea released her hold on his softening dick. His semen dripped down, splattered around his thighs and on the sheets, and covered her fingers. She lifted them up, sniffed in the scent, and then licked them clean.

“Hey, don’t steal all the icing!” Catalina said. Yua and Kalifa laughed.

“Shayla dear,” said Alicea, “your boy has so much energy to give.”

Beneath her, Jayde gasped for breath, his eyes staring unfocused on the ceiling.

Alicea turned to look at Shayla. Her back was still arched, her eyes on the nothing between Nate and the floor. Rollin finally loosened, and pulled himself out of her. Slowly, she started breathing again, and fell to the cushions. For a moment, all she did was breathe, and then rolled her head to look at Alicea.

“And he so loved it,” the witch said.

Shayla’s vision slowly came into focus on the head witch, fixing her with a look of terror, disgust, and rage.

“And I can feel through Rollin how much you enjoyed that,” Alicea continued, “despite being unasked for. Your energy is like static in the air. It’s practically a storm.”

Shayla only heaved in and out desperate lungfuls of air.

Alicea asked. “Are you still certain we can’t convince you and he to join us?”

Shayla’s mouth worked weakly until she whispered angrily, “Y-You… bitches.”

Alicea shook her head. “Then we shall just see if you can stand the hurricane to come.”

Then the head witch rose, bathed in the hungry orange light, and stared at the limp form of Jayde on the floor. He looked as helpless and sad as a homeless animal on the side of the road. For a minute, he only panted and stared at nothing.

“Poor boy needs to be cleaned up,” Alicea said.

“Mmm, I’ll handle that,” said Catalina. She got on all fours and leaned over Jayde’s prone form like a lion over a fresh kill. Then, she bent and began licking up the semen staining his hips. He panted harder and moaned as her tongue lapped his spent self up. His dick, gone limp, now straightened up again as she wormed her way towards it.

“You’re so gluttonous, Catalina,” said Alicea. She then looked over her shoulder. “I wonder if Shayla feels the same?”

Catalina grinned, removed her tongue from Jayde for a moment, then smacked her lips.

Across the way, Shayla was in much the same state as Jayde: prone and panting. She snapped to alert when DeLeon began taking off his furry lion costume pants. She began breathing quickly.

“Leave…” Jayde mumbled, “l-leave my mom alone.”

Catalina’s tongue returned to his body and made a beeline for his dick. It touched the shaft and started traveling up slowly. “Oooooohhh,” he groaned

On the other side, Shayla found her strength as Rollin, Nate, and Kit took her and moved her off her back.

“No, get off him,” she grumbled as they got her bent over on her knees, Nate behind her and holding her arms behind her back, Kit gripping her legs legs, and Rollin taking hold of her hair and holding her head up. “Get off him!”

“I-I’m okay Mom,” Jayde managed as Catalina’s tongue reached his tip. “I’m okaaaaaay…”

“Mmm-hmmm,” Catalina murmured into him, vibrating his member like a tuning fork.

“Besides, Shayla dear,” Alicea said, “You’re about to enjoy some of Catalina’s finest cooking.”

The witches laughed as Shayla watched DeLeon drop his pants, revealing a short, fat dick, maybe five inches long but seemingly two in width. She struggled to move, but the sons held her in place, Nate’s grip on her hair forcing her head up and towards the thing. She couldn’t even tear her eye away as DeLeon took hold of her head. She clenched her jaw tight as his dick moved closer.

A loud slurp broke her defiance. “Aaaaahhhhhyyyaaaah!” Jayde wailed with it.

She opened her mouth to cry, “Jayde!” But, it became “Jay-oooohhhhmmphhhh” as DeLeon’s tip slid past her lips and plunged his shaft into her mouth. “Oooowwwmmmm!” Shayla cried, muffled, her mouth filled with flesh.

Jayde gasped as Catalina slurped off of his dick. “That’s it, son, feed her,” she said. The witches cackled.

“Mom!” he yelled. He tried to lift his head, to sit up, but Catalina leaned onto his legs, pinning him down, and grabbed his dick. Then, Yua grabbed one arm and Kalifa the other. Jayde squirmed against them but lost all strength as the Day of the Dead witch went down on him again.

“Mooooaaaahhhh,” he said, his plead for Shayla becoming a moan.

“Jaaayyyyaaahhhh,” Shayla all but gagged out. She tried to ignore the tingle in her mouth, the fire in her muscles as DeLeon fed her in more ways that one.

Alicea said, “Mmm, enjoying him despite yourself, aren’t you, Shayla dear? Still so certain you don’t wish to join us?”

Jayde groaned again as Catalina moved her mouth up and down on his dick.

“Your boy may be coming around.”

Wet lust flowed over Jayde. Kalifa and Yua massaged his chest and belly in waves of softness. And yet, Jayde couldn’t help but wince and yelp at every sensation.

“Oh! Uh!” he moaned. “M-Mom I’m sorry!”

Unable to console him as DeLeon continued thrusting in and out of her mouth, Shayla closed her eyes and tried just to breathe.

“Nothing to say, Shayla dear?” Alicea said.

“Shut up!” Jayde yelled. “Oh! Quit talking to her, you b-bitch!”

Alicea places a hand on her hips “Quite a mouth on you, Jayde,” she said. “Maybe you should put yours to work too, like a good wand.”

She nodded at Kalifa, who released her hold on Jayde, stood up, and moved to stand over him, Catalina still slowly sucking below. Alicea walked around to take Kalifa’s place, holding him down along with Yua. Kalifa ran her fingers through his hair and then took a sharp hold of it, jerking his head. She held it in place and moved her bare hips close to his face.

“Let’s see if you whine so much when you’re put to use,” she said, “like all good boys should be.”

Her spread legs bared her pussy to Jayde. He could see the juice glistening in the dim light, smell her, like something deliciously sour. He scrunched up his nose and tried to pull his head back, but she held it in place, so twisted it side to side.

“Now, now,” Yua said, “don’t make a mess of it.” She placed one hand on the side of his cheek.

“Yes, Jayde,” said Alicea, doing the same, “just be a good boy and saw ‘ah’.”

His head in place, all he could do was clench his eyes shut and twist his mouth in disgust as Kalifa pressed her lips against his. She raised and lowered her hips, nudging herself against his mouth. Warm skin smothered him, moisture pressing against his mouth. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hold out for long.

Then, Alicea and Yua massaged his cheeks and his throat. Desperate for air, he opened his mouth.

“Good little wand,” Kalifa said as soft flesh and sour juice overwhelmed his lips and tongue.“Just lick the outside, boy, watch your teeth, that’s it.”

His tongue lapped her up, his lips kissed hers. Juice ran down his jaw and intermingled with his tears. Jayde went limp and his jaw worked weakly as the women pressed him, as he could barely breathe and swallowed up Kalifa, as Catalina continued feasting on him, as his mother’s sounds were still barely audible across the cushion, as it felt so good and awful at the same time.

“Aaaaawwa.… aaaarrrghhh… huhhhhhhmmmph,” he moaned.

“Yes, feed her,” Alicea said, one hand still working his jaw and the other holding him captive. Her body and Yua’s pressed into him, like soft, warm chains.

“Oh, he is,” Kalifa said, one hand clenching a tit. She turned to see Shayla staring sad and angry at the group of witches.

“Oh, jealous?” Kalifa said.

“I think we can accommodate her,” Yua said.

Shayla’s expressions glazed into panic as Nate and Kit pulled down their pants. She froze even as DeLeon continued sliding in and out of her drooling mouth.

“Yes,” Alicea said, “let’s see how much she likes your wands.”

Rollin lifted her by the head so that Kit’s small form could slide between her legs and under her, aiming his long, thin dick up with one hand and grabbing her hips with the other. Nate kept a grip on her arms with one hand and then angled his hefty cock at her rear. DeLeon stopped, leaving his own halfway in her mouth, enough for her to breathe. Despite it all, she could feel cold air tingle between her legs.

“Hmmm.… haaaahhh,” she moaned.

Then, Kit lowered her hips onto him, sliding easily into her. “Uuhhhh,” she groaned.

Nate, squatting behind her, pressed into her cheeks. She shivered as he poured something cold onto where his head met her round rump. Then, with a terrible squish, he pressed all his inches into her hole.

“OoooooaaaAAAAHHHHH!” Shayla bellowed. Her mouth… her pussy… her butt… all violated, all filled. And it was like the static in the air before a thunderstorm as the three wand-sons humped, thrust, and pounded into her, three asynchronous motions that formed a melody of forced pleasure inside her.

She cried, “Huuhhh! Mmmm! Nnnnrrrmm!” alongside them, accompanied by wet, fleshy sounds and sensations.

“What a beautiful sight,” said Yua as she caressed Jayde.

“Our boys are something else,” Alicea added. She pinched Jayde’s nipples hard. “Much like you will be.”

“Huhn huhhhh,” Jayde cried as he sloppily lapped up Kalifa. It was like being entombed in warm skin, smothered by it.

“Yeah,” she said, spreading her lips with her fingers and pressing the young man’s head in. “Stick your tongue in, then lick up and down. Feel for the… that’s it, that’s it.”

“Mmm, he’s lasting a while,” Catalina said, taking her mouth off of Jayde for just an instant.

“They always do when they fight it,” Alicea said.

“Almost as good as when they really, really want it,” Kalifa said. “And our boys want it a lot. Isn’t that right, Shayla?”

Shayla thumped and rocked between the three boys, emitting nothing but mumbled whimpers.

“Heh, that’s right.”

Catalina purred, then licked up Jayde again. “Ooohhh,” he cried into Kalifa.

“Still sure you don’t want to join us?” Alicea said, rocking Jayde’s head back and forth into Kalifa’s pussy.

Shayla could only stab a weak side eye at them as she rolled and bumped with the wand-sons motions.

“Mmm!” Catalina hummed. She took her mouth off Jayde and said, “he’s about to burst!” She tugged on his dick for a moment before devouring it again.

Yua and Alicea’ rubbed their hands deep into Jayde and gyrated their bodies against his. He began shaking. “Oh yeah, give us that power,” Kalifa said, grinding her hips into Jayde’s face. The suffocating sour scent and wetness was suffocating.

Shayla watched the writhing group of witches hiding view of her son grow wilder and move quicker. She stiffened even as the sons filling her continued moving.

Catalina furiously licked and sucked up and down on Jayde’s cock. Kalifa rubbed her pussy harder and harder into his mouth. Between both and the women groping him, molesting him, it was like being drowned. Instead of growing more tired, he felt more energized, more alive. But, also more captive, more under their control.

“Hmmmph,” he cried out into Kalifa’s hips.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Alicea steamed into his ear.

His hips bucked against his will, his jaw working like he was a puppet. It felt like a fuse had been lit in him.

Alicea said, “Let go, give it to us.”

“Yes, little boy, yes!” Kalifa grunted.

He humped harder into Catalina’s mouth. Wet silk ate him up. Oh God, he couldn’t control it!

“Surrender,” Alicea ordered.

He couldn’t fight it. He cried a muffled, “I’m sorry, Mom,” out. And then, he released.

“Mmmm!” Catalina said as he shot into her mouth. Her teasing lips and tongues begged for more and he unwittingly obliged. She hummed as she sucked and swallowed him.

Shayla watched it all still on her knees, her body weakly moving in tune to each pump and thrust into her, helpless to do anything but try to glaze over the things being done to her and the energy she felt passing through her.

Jayde had to do the same as Kalifa’s rocked an orgasm into his face. “Yeah! Lick it, baby! Ohhh!” His mind bursting like firecrackers from the orgasm, all he could do was smack his lips and loll his tongue about in her.

“Yes yes yes!” Kalifa cried, thrusting sharply into him several times. Then her gyrations slowed and she nuzzled his head gently into her, while at the same time he himself loosened as he finished. Finally, Catalina releases him from her mouth, moving out from under Kalifa to stand up, and leaving his lap wet and bare.

“Mmmm, the best dessert,” she said.

“He’s got a gift for eating,” Kalifa said, leaning slowly over Jayde’s head and tussling his hair.

Shayla couldn’t see Jayde, but she could see parts of him as the witches climbed up and off him. Tears stained her makeup and ran black rivers down her cheeks. They were using her son, her precious boy, like a tool, helpless to free himself, while she herself helplessly had three dicks shoved in and out of her by things that weren’t even boys anymore. “U’m sowwy,” she mumbled, “um sowwwy, ‘ay.”

Jayde simply hung in Alicea and Yua’s grasp, weak and exhausted.”Mom,” he called weakly.

Kalifa moved to Jayde’s, then Catalina could got up off the ground and moved to the other, giving Shayla a full view of her naked, despoiled son.

“M-Mom… I’m okay,” Jayde said, eyes down and head bobbing with each labored breath, “I’m okay, not your f-fault. I...”

Jayde lifted his head, and caught full view of what has been happening to his mom. Shayla stares at him with apologetic terror and three dicks sliding in and out of her from there wooden-faced boys he knew from school, boys that he now knew weren’t boys at all.

For a moment, all that happened the wand-sons using Shayla, fleshy and moist sounds echoing dimly off the walls. Then, pale and exhausted, Jayde blushed incredibly hard and looked away as a giant erection sprouted up from between his legs.

“My, quite the energetic boy,” said Alicea. She took his chin in her hand and raised it to look him in the face, keeping her eyes on Shayla. Then, she brought Jayde’s lips to hers and kissed him. Jayde felt her lips envelop his, her tongue dig into his mouth. He clenched his eyes shut, then looked to Shayla.

Shayla sent a soft, sorrowful look to her son. And as Alicea continued kissing him, Jayde’s erection grew. Even as the wand-sons thrust their dicks into her mouth, her pussy, and her butt, Shayla still blushed harder.

“She’s turning red!” Catalina called. The others cackled with glee.

Alicea said, “Nothing to be ashamed of, Shayla dear. We all went through it. Of course, it’s easier when our boys surrender to our will and become extensions of them.”

Then, the witch picked up s corner of a sheet, dabbed Jayde’s face clean, and kissed him softly, passionately. His dick throbbed at the touch of her soft lips.

Shayla’s eyes burned as she stabbed dark looks at the woman humiliating her and her boy.

“Now,” Alicea said, removing her lips. She lightly touched Jayde’s dick, and it bobbed against her fingers. She moved her hand down between her legs and rubbed herself. “Let’s see how Jayde really enjoys serving as a wand.”

She released him, only for Kalifa to come around and take hold. She and Yua sat him up, and Catalina lined up his legs. Alicea darted a smirk at Shalya and rose to her knees, then began to move her legs in place herself over Jayde.

Jayde saw, and could do nothing. He turned his head, tears sliding down his hot cheeks. He looked at Shayla again, mouthed, “I’m sorry,” and waited for his first time inside a woman to happen, before he ended up a husk of a person, while three once-boys ravaged his mom in front of him.

Shayla didn’t wait. Her eyes grew wide, and she felt something hotter and harder than the things penetrating her grow deep inside her. They would not get away with this. And that witch would not take anything more from her jewel of a son.

After fighting off the feelings and just trying to endure it, Shayla gave in. DeLeon thrust his thick cock again into her drooling mouth, and she fondled it with her tongue. Yua’s slim dick slid into her pussy, and she pressed her hips down into it. Nate pushes his dick into her butt again, and she thrust back into it. The pain, the humiliation, the sensations she had endured, she now rode like a horse.

“Well, well,” said Alicea, stopping from mounting Jayde. “Look who’s enjoying herself.”

“Mmm, mmm!” Shayla moaned, twisting her mouth and tongue over DeLeon’s dick. She moaned angrily between sounds of slapping and gagging.

Alicea said to Jayde, “looks like mommy is learning to enjoy herself after all.” She leaned down and stroked a finger down his cheek. “We may be having fun with you for a while, Jayde.”

All Jayde could do was freeze and gaze between her and his mother

“Yeah, ride em good, girl!” Kalifa cheered.

“Doesn’t my boy taste the best?” said Catalina.

“You look gorgeous,” Yua said.

Forced pleasure, now welcomed, filled throughout Shayla. She hasn’t had sex in over a year, and even in her wildest college days she had only ever done two men, and then it was one after another. But this?

She looked and saw the terror in Jayde’s eyes, and fury burned inside her. In the back of her mind, she knew Alicea was right. She could remember feeling amazing after sex, doing amazing projects, making fantastic things happen after a one night stand or even drinks and flirting. Now, with the anger, the fear, the humiliation, she opened herself to what was happening and fueled the fire more.

“Huhhh huhhh huhhh,” she breathed into DeLeon’s dick. As Yua slid softly in and out of her, she pushed down harder into him. As Nate pounded her sore rear, she ground harder into him. And every ounce of precum and saliva that came into her mouth, she gulped. It was like being force fed a buffet of steak, dessert, and energy drinks.

“Oh, my!” Alicea said, her voice raspy. “Girls, can’t you just feel it?”

Jayde glanced up. Shayla was rocking and writhing, her curves swaying and jiggling with the boys, the air thick with wet slaps and grinding flesh and hot, panting breaths from her and cool, dispassionate wheezes from the wand-sons. Seeing her no longer being cowed like an animal, but taking charge and all but controlling them, made Jayde’s heart swell. And despite himself, it made his groin swell also. But… had it all been too much? Had she given in? Was he about to be turned into one of those mindless husks of meat? His head sank even as his breathing grew heavier.

The women around him had begun feeling up and down their bodies and touching themselves.

Alicea said, “Yes, Shayla dear, yes! Take it all, and make that power your own, just as I did!”

Shayla spread her legs wider, allowing Yua deeper into her. His dick rubbed against her clit, sending lightning up her body. “Hoooohhhm!” she moaned.

“Yes, feed on our wands,” Catalina said.

“Take in all that power, said Kalifa.

“Become one with it,” added Yua.

“Join us,” Alicea hissed.

“M-Mom?” Jayde.

Shayla could feel it coming, a tidal wave of energy, a hurricane of lust. They could have her body, they could have Jayde’s but she would be damned if they could have their spirits. She licked and slurped DeLeon’s hard meat faster, saltiness sliding down her throat. She clenched and drove down on Kit’s tool harder, rubbing it against her most sensitive spots. And she pushed back into Nate’s stick stronger, his tip pushing her and filling her.

“Mmmm!” she moaned.

It was building.

“Oooaaaahhhh,” she groaned.

She could feel them all about to explode.

“Hhhhhuuuuurrr....”

She took one last look at the witches, at her desperate and hopeless Jayde, and snarled. And then… and then…

She became the lightning.

Energy shot through Shayla. Power shook her. Her own energy fed on it, doubling, tripling, quadrupling it. It was all she could do not to explode. But even as she came, as they came into her, rocking her, shaking her, it only fed her, like a reservoir that only grew larger the more it took in.

The witches cheered and applauded as she rocked and moaned with their sons.

“Yes, can you feel that, Shayla dear?” Alicea called. “That is power!”

Jayde gazed on in terrified, aroused wonder.

The wand-sons stopped cumming, slowly sliding out of her. Shayla remained on her knees, all their juices dripping down her body Then, she gulped down what was in her throat, breathed, and rose up. She stood unmoving, stilled by the pulsating power like it was nitroglycerin. She stared at the satisfied-looking witches surrounding her son while their sons got up, faintly wheezing though their mask- faces.

“So, Shayla dear,” Alicea said, “are you in?”

Shayla clenched her fists and said, baring her teeth, “No. my son and I are OUT!”

Dim light hovered around her, and Jayde shut his eyes tight.

She loosened her fists, shooting her fingers out like knives. She stared daggers at the women, and her eyes shone like metal. Shayla released everything, all the humiliation that had been done to her, all the fear at what had happened to Jayde, and all the anger at the things that had done it. Light flashed like a spotlight, a harsh wind blew from her, and streams of static electricity burst around the witches. Shayla watched it, felt it, as they buzzed and twisted, her power rippling through them and jolting their own power. They shook and fell tot he ground like they’d been electrocuted. The wand-sons around her fell like deflated balloons..

Jayde winced as he opened his eyes to find only he and Shayla upright.

“M-Mom?” he asked.

Shayla breathed heavily, swooned, then shook herself steady and dashed towards him. She took him by the arm and lifted him up.

“Let’s go, honey, now!” she yelled.

Jayde hobbled up and they ran, naked and uncaring, down the dark under-church’s pews, until they reached where the stairs had been. Shayla slapped at the walls until she hit the switch and the stairs descended, light from the hall above dousing them.

“C’mon!” she yelled, pulling him up before the steps touched the floor. They hobbled upward into the hallway, and by the time they reached the front doors both of them were panting and wobbling, neither covering their nakedness.

“M-Mom,” Jayde stammered, breathing heavily, staring up at her, “Mom, that....was amazing!”

“Thanks, honey,” Shayla replied. “Now, take deep breaths, and when we get out we run as…”

She grabbed at the handles and yanked down. Or tried too. The handles held like they were made of stone.

“What…” Shayla breathed. She tried again, yanking up and down on them. Jayde tried feebly as well.

“What’s wrong with these damn…” she began, but quieted when she heard something behind them.

“You don’t think you’re the first to try that, do you, Shayla dear?”

Alicea’s voice echoed up at them from far down the cavernous stairway, like echoes out of a crypt.

Shayla broke a nail clawing at the door handles. Jayde’s wrist hurt from pulling.

“I tried that when I escaped during my initiation,” Alicea said, sounding closer. “Didn’t work then, either.”

They paused. Now footsteps emanated out of the hole.

Jayde whimpered, “Mom?”

Shayla grabbed his arm and pulled. “Move!”

They ducked left down a hallway, feet stomping on the floor. And when they were not even halfway down it, Shayla pulled him back to the main hall. She put a finger to her lips and shushed him, and they tiptoed around the back of the stairway, past the back hallway, and went softly on bare feet down the other side of the house. They ducked down the first turn and Shayla pulled them tight against the wall. She covered both their mouths and they waited.

“Shayla dear?” Alicea called, her voice echoing like stabs from a knife. “Jayde? You know you can’t escape. The house is sealed shut.”

Footsteps went down the other hall, and towards them. They would be found soon if they didn’t keep moving. Jayde squeezes her hand tighter. Shayla nodded and they trotted softly further down the hall.

“C’mon, Shayla,” called Kalifa. “You’re not the first to do this, won’t be the last. We’ve been prepared before.”

“I designed the wards myself,” Yua called. “Quite impenetrable.”

“Now, come on back,” yelled Catalina, “we’re ready for dessert!”

Thudding footsteps entered the hall they’d came in. Shayla and Jayde moves faster, trying to figure out which way led to the backyard, wondering if the back door would even be open. If they could get out. If they could outrun the inexhaustible wand-sons.

They took a left and then a right, trying to recall the house’s layout and failing, when voices came from a turn ahead of them. Shayla froze and pushed Jayde behind her.

“You know there’s no escape except acceptance, right?” Alicea called.

Shayla and Jayde began quietly, desperately trying door knobs. When one gave way, they ducked in, finding a large laundry room and linen closet, and quietly closed the door. Dim light from a row of bulbs above the washers and dryers let them see the tile floor and the deep shelves full of sheets, towels, pillows and thick blankets.

“No, no!” Shayla hissed under her breath.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

“There’s no lock!”

“Shayla? Jayde?” They heard faintly from the hall.

“What’re we gonna do?” Jayde asked, shuddering.

Shayla looked around, and spotted an empty spot between some blankets and quilts on the floor-level bottom of the linen shelf.

“Hide in here,” Shayla said. They ducked down, Shayla pushing some of the blankets and quilts out of the way to make an opening for them. She shoved Jayde in so that he lay curled but against the wall under the shelf and then followed in. She covered him with her body, and then pulled some blankets and quilts in to cover the hole and hide them both. Shayla wrapped her arms around Jayde and whispered, “Sh, we’ll be okay.” But her voice quivered as she said it.

They waited, their breathing hard, the seconds crawling by like a spider’s legs along a web. Jayde huddled against the wall, his legs bent and tense, his arms over his chest. Shayla pressed herself against him, her arms tight on him. Even in the tension, Jayde couldn’t help but feel her soft, large breasts pressed into his back. Shayla could help but feel his butt pressed against her hips.

Footsteps outside. Horror chilled them both still. But their bodies warmed each other.

Jayde panted terrified breaths. “M-Mom…” he whispered.

“Sh, shh,” Shayla said, stroking his head. “It’ll be alright.”

She moved her arms around his stomach. Her breath warmed his neck. He balled himself up tighter, and brought his knees up. his election slid against her hands.

“S-Sorry,” Jayde mumbled. Then, his body shook with sobs. “Mom, I’m sorry! I…”

Shayla held her shaking son tighter. “It’s okay, Jayde, it’s okay. I’m sorry I brought you here. I’m so sorry for what they did to you.”

He quaked, his knees knocking and his feet hitting against the wall.

“Stop, stop!” Shayla hissed. “H-Honey they’re going to hear you!”

She hugged him harder, but he only shook harder, threatening to burst out of her arms.

“I’m s-sorry it felt good!” he wept. “I-I didn’t want it I didn’t mean it to but it felt…”

Shayla couldn’t help herself, and tears broke through her fear and rained down her cheeks. Jayde felt them hot and wet on the back of his head. She hugged him and rubbed his chest. His hips bucked and slid his dick against the back of her hands. He felt her breathing hard against his back, throbbing like a sore.

“Honey, we’re gonna be okay,” Shayla whispered. “We’re gonna be okay, but you have to calm down and stay quiet.”

He still moved his hips forward, his breathing spastic and his teeth chattering. “I can’t Mom, I can’t I can’t I can’t I …”

It almost felt good on the back of her hand. She’d had to force herself not to feel anything when those horrid wand sons had violated her. But this was almost softer and more comfortable than the blankets hiding them.

“I can’t I can’t I can’t I…”

Suddenly he wasn’t humping empty air. He felt his mother’s hand. He froze as his body became silken static.

“Sh, it’s okay,” Shayla whispered. “It’s okay.”

Shayla found herself grinding her hips into his, his tight teenage rear a gentle pillow against her, his erection, a rock of safety in her hand.

Jayde’s breaths grew longer, deeper. “Mom…” he whispered, gently grinding his hips, his dick, into her smooth hands.

“It’s okay, Jayde,” she brushed, “Mommy will take care of it.”

Jayde turned his head. The faintest strand of light had threaded its way in above the blankets and under the shelf to barely illuminate their skin. But Shayla’s eyes practically shone, and her lips glistened.

“We’ll be okay?” Jayde asked.

Shayla took a hand off his member to stroke his cheek. “Yes, honey, we will.”

They breathed hotly for a second, until their breath pulled their mouths together like magnets. Lips met softly and then tongues met fiercely, care and fear binding them.

“Mom,” Jayde whispered.

“I love you, baby,” Shayla whispered back.

“I love you too.”

Jayde twisted around until he faced Shayla. She kissed him again and pulled him tighter into her.

“I’ll keep you safe,” she said, feeling his hardness press against her thighs.

“P-Promise?” he asked, her skin soft against him. He could feel her heartbeat through her large chest.

“Promise,” Shayla breathed.

She rolled onto her back and pulled Jayde up slowly, careful not to disturb the blankets hiding them or make too much noise. Jayde moved on top of her, his dick pressing against her.

“Mom, I’m scared,” he whispered, grinding his hips against her soft warm ski. Oh, Mom, M-Mommy Mommy…”

Shayla spread her legs just slightly. Jayde thrust his dick up at her. “Hush, honey,” she said, her arms tight around his back. “Shh…”

His tip pressed against her pussy. Jayde gasped then pressed nervously forward, jittering with excitement and fear. Shayla let out a long, hushed “Shhhhh…” as he entered her. Her breath caught and she had to cover her mouth to keep from gasping.

Jayde started thrusting nervously, recklessly into her, panting like a dog as he did. “Mom Mommy Momma,” he hissed. Quiets slaps emanated from their hips.

“Oh, oh Jayde honey sh!” Shayla whispered back. The fear and hope and forbidden nature of what was happening washed over her like oil and water. Shayla grabbed his hips and pulled them close to keep him from making so much noise. But she couldn’t stop small lustful rasps from escaping her as he slid hard and fast in and out of her.

“Baby… oh… baby, oh God… uh… Jayde,” she hissed. His head nestled between her breasts and he pressed his tear stained cheeks into her. “Momma Mom…” he said into her.

Her warmth covering him, Jayde felt like a child hiding from imaginary monsters under the blankets. But the monsters were real, and the blanket comforting and hiding him was as soft and ecstasy-inducing as they were frightening. After all the witches had done to him, the shame and guilt and fear that had poisoned all the pleasure he’d felt, this moment, each second of soft, hot joy, was like a medicinal rainstorm.

For Shayla, it was like static in the air. “Baby oh b-baby!” she whispered out of clenched teeth. The energy that she had taken out of the wand-boys, that had first felt like putrid sludge and then fire, danced sparks through her. Though scared and ashamed, hope, love, and care pulsed through her with each thrust from her son. Her chest felt light and her body warm.

“Yes baby, yes! Mommy will protect you!”

She clenched tight around Jayde’s dick, her soft thighs a pillowy vice. Jayde pressed more rapidly into her.

“Mommy, I love you! Mom save us!”

Jayde held him tighter and gently bucked her hips up into his. His hands pinched her sides. Her fingers dug into his back.

Then somebody knocked on the door.

“Shayla dear?” came Alicea’s voice, muffled through the door. “Jayde? You didn’t think we couldn’t feel you in here, did you?”

Jayde’s breathing grew panicked, his thrusts erratic. A rush of cold chilled Shayla’s flesh like dirty dish water.

Before he could speak, Shayla pulled his hips closer and ground hers into them. “Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop…”

Heat vibrated up from his dick into her again. Her lungs felt filled with geyser-hot steam. His hard dick, not the biggest, not the longest, still felt so good in her, a present taken from him but given only to her. His lithe body against hers was like standing on solid ground untouched during a hurricane.

The door opened with a loud clack. Light from the hall flooded into the crevice above them. Shadows stormed in it like muddy water.

“We’ll be safe, baby,” Shayla breathed between thrusts from Jayde. “We’ll be safe.”

Footsteps approached. High heeled shoes clacked on tile. Naked feet padded thunderously.

Jayde quivered. “No, oh no, Mom…” His gyrations slowed.

Shayla gripped his buttocks and thrust her hips up into him. “Don’t stop baby don’t stop!”

The footsteps of the witches and their sons stopped just in front of the linen closet.

“Are you and Jayde…” Alicea said.

The blankets rustled as two of the wand-sons bent down and pulled them out. Light seeped in and covered Shayla and Jayde, exposing their naked skin, their motions. Beads of sweat, passionate and fearful, dotted them.

“Oh, my!” Catalina said.

“I can’t believe,” Kalifa said.

“Even we don’t do go that far,” said Yua.

“Especially not when he’s not even a wand yet,” said Alicea. “Shayla dear, you are a degenerate. I can’t believe you’re fighting joining us. You may be the best of us yet, dear. Bravo.”

Jayde clamped his eyes shut tight against the light, but it still bled into his eyelids. He slowed and sobbed into his mom’s chest. Shayla clamped onto Jayde and pushed her hips up and pressed his down harder. He pushed deeper into her.

“I love you, son,” she said, rocking against him. His dick, that pillar of sanity, supported her, kept her mind upright.

“M-Mom,” Jayde said, enveloped by her, “I l-love you too!”

The soft fabric sounds and slaps of their bodies was the only sound for a moment. Then, moans escaped them, ghostly wails of terror and joy.

“Enough of this disgusting display,” Alicea said. She snapped her fingers. “Boys, separate these two and take them back downstairs. If they have energy for this, they have energy to keep feeding us until they give in.”

The wand-sons moved in closer. But Shayla and Jayde only moved faster. “Momma…” Jayde moaned. “Baby!” Shayla gasped.

“Ugh,” Catalina said, “I can’t stomach anymore. Let’s take them up.”

“Such a degenerate sight,” added Yua.

“Yeah, she’ll be perfect at this,” Kalifa said with a chuckle.

“Agreed,” Alicea said. “Okay, boys, get them to… what?”

Shayla and Jayde bumped and humped harder, shaking the floor. No longer hiding, terrified and excited, Shayla moaned louder and Jayde began yelling.

However, the light from the hall was no longer the only source. Pricks of light seemed to shoot out from Shayla’s skin. At first it seemed like light was reflecting off her sweat. But then, shadows grew behind the witch-moms and wand-sons.

“What the hell?” Alicea balked.

Shayla’s legs came up and wrapped around Jayde. His own hands wound around her back and hugged her close. His dick shoved in and out of her pussy and she clenched right around it. Locked together, they rocked back and forth on the ground with each motion. And as they did, the loving friction made the light beam brighter until Shayla glowed.

The wand-sons shivered, as if struck by cold air. The witch-moms wavered on their feet as if they were sick.

“What the hell is this?” Kalifa barked.

“No, she can’t… they can’t!” Catalina gasped.

“It’s impossible!” Yua hissed.

“Mom!” Jayde gasped, his voice raspy and tight. His dick, sore and worn, felt like fruit about to burst with juice. His mother felt like the warmest, safest garden. His back tensed and arched.

“Jayde!” cried Shayla, her throat open with the scream. Tears of pain and joy streaked storms down her cheeks. Her body, ravaged and abused, felt refreshed and renewed. Her soul was like ten holidays in one moment. Her hips locked and legs pulled her son into her.

Light from her skin lit up the room with clear whiteness, a purer sun burning from the heat of her son. The wand-sons jittered, the witch-moms wobbled.

“No!” Alicea cried, desperate, disbelieving, hopeless.

Then, the oily fear in Shayla caught fire, and lightning struck the water of her hope, fire from Jayde’s love, lighting from his body.

“Yes, Jayde,” Shayla cried, feeling it all well up, holding it in her body, making a fist of her power. “I love you… YES!”

Jayde bucked hard, bending backwards and unleashing into her. As he did, all the power which she’d been building, Shayla let loose as orgasmic energy tsunamied through her.

It was like a supernova. The room became all white. Something like the roar of the ocean filled their heads, though no sound but Shayla and Jayde’s cries was made. They could both feel it wash over the witch-moms, knocking them down and wiping out their filthy power. The wand-sons went down, toppling like thunder-struck trees. For what felt an eternity, Shayla and Jayde were together in an infinity of white love, mother and son, morning and night of an everlasting day, their moans and screams of joy the only concept of sound. Then, the empty echo of the linen room slowly returned like the buzz of static on a radio. The dim sights of eight bodies crumpled and barely breathing on the floor returned like the faded image of an old TV set. Colors reformed into solid images, sound went from a concept to a drone in their ears. It was like waking up from a long, wonderful dream, and it took Shayla and Jayde a minute to realize they were still laying together, that they were breathing, and breathing hard, that Jayde had finished cumming into her and his dick was softening, that Shayla had taken all of him, and that they were very much alive.

Slowly, Shayla and Jayde rolled out from under the linen closet. Their limbs, numb and exhausted, took almost a minute to regain feeling, and they had to help each other just to get up onto their knees.

The still forms of the witch-moms and the wand-sons lay around them, the witches sprawled out like bodies washed up on a beach after a hurricane, their sons crumpled on the ground like robots that had been unplugged. The only signs that any of them were even alive was their low, belabored breathing.

For a minute, Shayla and Jayde merely sat there on their knees, holding one another, skin to skin. Then, Shayla said, “C’mon, honey.” They helped each other up and, leaning on the other for support, made their way to the door. They moved slowly down the hall, picking up speed as they reached the main hallway. Shayla grabbed some throw blankets off a nearby couch and threw them around them both as they sped to the front door. They each grabbed a handle and pulled hard.

The doors opened without a squeak or creak.

“Let’s go!” Shayla said.

Jayde nodded.

But before they could make it out of the house, a voice from behind stopped them.

“Wait!”

“Mom, I’m home!” Jayde called as he walked in the front door. He shook off the February wind that had followed him, waving his blond locks, and headed into the kitchen. Shayla stood need the kitchen island, pouring herself a glass of wine. She was still dressed in her black suit and purple blouse, the one with the frills and deep v-neck Jayde loved, her hair free in a cute bob.

“Hey, honey,” she said as she stoppered the wine. “How was school?”

Jayde took off his backpack and placed it in a chair, leaving on his red and black hoodie. “It was good,” he said. “I got a B+ on that chemistry test.”

Shayla took a drink and said, “Good job, but let’s see if we can get the next one up to an A.”

Jayde sighed. “Ugh, Mom, it’s chemistry.”

She smiled. “So is life. Speaking of, ready for the Valentine’s Day dance?”

He blushed. “Nah, not really,” he said.

“Oh?” Shayla said, her grin widening. “No girls you want to ask out?”

“There’s a few. I just can’t take the girl I really want to.”

A boyish grin bloomed on Jayde’s face. Shayla smiled back, rose red planted on her cheeks.

“How’d it go with with the fundraiser?” Jayde asked. He walked over, took a Coke out of the fridge, and leaned against the kitchen island.

Shayla leaned besides him. “You mean the planning? We actually have some state republicans coming.”

“Wow,” Said between sugary sips.

“I know. Fighting cancer can make everyone agree.”

“Speaking of work, don’t we have some… freelance work tonight?”

Shayla wiggled her hips and bounced against him. “We do. Mrs. Galloway should be by soon.”

The doorbell rang.

“That’d be her!”

They opened the door to find the English teacher standing on their porch. “Jayde! Mrs Galloway,” she said. How are you?”

“We’re fine,” Shayla said. “Won’t you come in?”

She and Jayde escorted her through the house to a small dining room that had been converted into a meeting space. A cross hung on one of the walls, crystals clinked on a chandelier fired with light from a window, and exquisite decorations of flowering tree limbs branches out across the walls. Shayla offered her some wine, which she gladly accepted.

“So Mrs. Galloway, tell us about your problem?” Shayla asked. Jayde sat next to her, a notepad and pencil in his hands.

“Well, it’s about my husband…” she began. She went on to detail her husband’s work problems, how his boss had assigned him a tempestuous client and was afraid if he didn’t do a great job, he’d be out of one.

After she was done, she was near tears. Shayla pushed he box of tissues on the table toward her, and she pulled out s few and blew her nose.

“D-Do you really think you’ll be able to help?”

“Oh, yes we do,” Shayla said.

“Mom is quite skilled at her art,” Jayde said. “You’ve seen the results from Mrs. Bradshaw’s bakery and Mr Chung’s dogs. It can be done.”

She sniffed, then said, “What do you need?”

“Something we can connect to him, something personal,” Shayla answered.

Jayde said, “A key ring, handkerchief, but the more personal the better.”

“Well I… I do have his pocket watch,” she said. She rifled through her purse and produced a faded bronze watch with a cross emblazoned on it. “It was his grandfathers, has been with the family and business for generations.”

“And how did you know to bring that?” Shayla asked.

Mrs. Galloway smiled. “I’ve done some reading. I know a few things.” she reached across the table and handed it to Shayla, who slapped it right with both hands.

“This will more than do,” she said. She rose and put a hand on Mrs. Galloway’s shoulder. “We’ll do our work, and things will be fine.”

“Oh thank you, thank you!” Mrs blank said, rising. “Wait, ‘we’?”

“Well, mostly me…” Shayla said with a grin.

“Hey, I help out some!” Jayde said.

The three of them shared a smile then walked to the door. Mrs. Galloway thanked them once again as Shayla and Jayde waved her off.

As she drove away, two figures came down the sidewalk. A tall, lean, young man dressed in jeans and a letter jacket pushed a slim, delicate figure in a wheelchair, wearing a wide brimmed pink hat and a long pink dress that covered most of her body. The boy saw them, turned and waved.

“Hi Jayde! Hi Shayla!”

“Sup, Rollin?” Jayde called back.

He nodded to the demure figure in the chair, who had slowly turned her head towards them. Her features were pretty if delicate, and sunken and pale. Something between a grimace and a smile crossed her lips, as her dark eyes widened in some mix of recognition, fear, and maybe awe.

“Just taking Mom our for a stroll,” Rollin said.

“How is she?” Shayla asked.

“She walked about ten feet this morning. Just taking her out for a stroll.”

“That’s very sweet of you.”

“DeLeon told me today his mom is up around the house, of at least the kitchen,” said Jayde.

“Yes, we had dinner there last night. She’s doing much better. Mom enjoyed it.”

“Think she’ll make a full recovery?” Shayla asked.

Alicea turned her head aside, her features a mask. Rollin just shrugged and said, “That’s up to her.” He patted her shoulder, and whether Alicea winced in pain or sorrow, they couldn’t tell. After waving the two of them goodbye, Shayla and Jayde went back inside.

“What’s for dinner?” Jayde asked.

“Well, I’ve had a busy day,” Shayla said, “and we’ve got work to do for Mrs. Galloway. How about we order in?”

“Yeah, let’s get pizza!” Jayde exclaimed.

Shayla smiled, then it broadened into a grin. She leaned over and placed her arms around Jayde’s neck. “And how about we work up an appetite?”

Jayde smiled and put his arms around her waist.

“Let’s get to work, then,” he said.

He tugged at her shirt and blazer. She pulled at his hoodie and shirt. They kissed, and when they pulled back they began pulling each other’s clothes off. Shoes fell in the hallway. Socks lay on the stairs. A shirt draped a handrail on the way up. Another fell between their bedrooms. A belt hung on the steps up to the small third floor. Pants were left at the door. Underwear fell last inside their special third floor office, where they did their work. It was also in fact where they spent most free time and slept most nights.

Under a domed ceiling displaying a star inside a circle, in a room with a cross hanging inside the door, elaborate artwork hanging on walls lined with paintings of golden tree limbs and fruit ripening like jewels, on a simple mattress adorned with silk and rich pillows and beloved old blankets and throw pillows from college, naked as their pleasure, bound in each other and a stopwatch held in their hands, Shayla and Jayde conducted magic.