Under Her Spell 8

Under Her Spell

Chapter 1

It's said that no one can ever truly go home again. Amelia Evans was not one of those people, as nothing in her quaint little suburb ever really changed when she was growing up. Oh sure, some people came and went, some families divorced, but the neighborhood itself never really changed. Her parents went to church every Sunday morning, her dad went to work from nine to five every Monday through Friday. And her mother spends her time as a devoted mother, housewife, and volunteer.

It was the same when she was in elementary school, when she was in middle school, and when she was in high school. Things didn't even change when she came back from her freshman year at Brown. The only change that unsettled Amelia was when the neighbor to the right, Mister Archibald, died the previous summer. When she was leaving to go back to school the new neighbor Miss Smith was moving in. She wouldn't have remembered the woman moving in at all, if she hadn't given her a look that made her feel like prey.

Once sha was back at Brown nothing from her hometown even popped up to her if not for Rachel sending her links to her weekly streams. It was fun to occasionally see what her friend was up to as she played video games, made colorful commentary, and just seemed to have the time of her life. As the school year went on however, she clicked the links much less often as she became focused on her studies. There is no way she can ger a law degree if she doesn't study hard.

Her Sunday phone calls home were always more of the same. Mom and Dad have next to nothing new to say about the week, wishing her good luck for the next week. Dad tacking on some bible quote to make sure she isn't sinning with any boys. She insisted to him that she was still pure and saving herself for marriage. Thank God he doesn't know about her toys, if he did, he would probably have a stroke.

Returning home after a successful junior year was just like any other trip home. At least at first it was. She drove home in her new Kia Soul, a trade up from her old Chevy Malibu. Setting out on Tuesday around 5 PM, she knew that even if she made stops, she would be home before her dad went off to work. Well, she miscalculated as she got stuck on a one lane highway out of Rhode Island and missed a few turns, so she lost almost three hours.

Instead, she arrived in her quiet suburb around 10 AM, meaning she would have to talk to her mom for a bit before she got some sleep. Taking a nice nap would be preferable to staying up until bedtime even if she might need to reset her sleep schedule over the next few days. At least she missed the morning rush on her way into the Chicago area. Turning down the old familiar Holcomb Street she immediately recognized the houses and the trees, as if she hadn't been away an hour.

Pulling into her parent's driveway, she saw one of her mother's, jogging friends standing on the front porch. To her surprise this woman looked nothing like one of her mother's church friends. Bright neon pink hair in a medium length pixie cut and shaved sides. Her more than decent chest barely contained in what could only be described as a skintight athletic top. Her impressively athletic physique encased in tight vibrant leggings.

As she stretched on the porch the woman was almost obscene in the way she showed of her curvy behind. Amelia was turning red from secondhand embarrassment for this woman. Parking her car, she took a few slow deep breaths to calm herself before approaching this woman. The biggest shock to Amelia came after she exited the driver's side and heard the woman gasp and call her by name.

"AMY!" Shrieks out the exaugurated example of woman hood in the unmistakable voice of her own mother. "Why didn't you tell us you would be home today? I must look a mess, all sweaty and wet."

Jane practically came bouncing over while wiping stray beads of sweat from her brow. Her new body was glistening and shimmering in the sunlight. Amelia was still too stunned at her mother's new appearance to speak. The muscle tone was one thing, the hair cut was entirely another, and her mom's new assets were impossible without surgery, and something like that her parents would have told her about, right? Her mom came to a stop inches from her and held her sweaty arms out waiting for a hug from her only child.

Amelia hesitated, unsure of what to do as she stared at her mother's newly athletic figure. Suddenly, the thought of holding her mother suddenly sent an unexpected wave of heat rushing through her center. She bit her lips and sighed. On instinct she opened her arms and readied herself for the hug her mother wanted.

"You look... different, Mom," Amelia stammered, trying to hide her surprise and ignore her odd impulses.

Her mother's wide grin grew even wider and more devious as she reached her arms around Amelia. With almost impossible ease she wrapped her arms around Amelia and picked her up off her feet. Encasing her in powerful and surprisingly soft arms, she spins her around as if she weighed nothing. Amelia was once more surprised as she inhaled what she expected to be the disgusting scent of her mother's sweat.

Instead, her mother has a semi sweet and salty scent. Her mother's cherry blossom body wash was somehow stronger than the scent of her sweat. In an instant she was back on her feet and her mother was standing in front of her. Amelia stares in utter shock at her mother seeing for the first time that her hazel eyes are now a vibrant emerald green.

"I go inside my house to get us fresh water and you're already cheating on me?" Comes the lyrical voice of a woman to the side of the mother and daughter.

Following her gaze, Amelia spots the woman with the blonde hair and the fiery green eyes. She is clad in a black and green sports bra, and skintight leggings. Her body is just as athletic as her mothers with well-defined muscles, but she has more exaggerated and feminine curves to her. As Amelia's eyes lingered on this woman's body, she suddenly realized that this was Miss Smith.

"Sarah," Teases her mother in an almost sing song voice. "This is my daughter Amelia; she's home from college for the summer. Amelia, I don't think you had a chance to really meet our neighbor Sarah Smith."

"Uh no I didn't, you were moving in when I was leaving for school last fall." Responds Amelia instinctively brushing her hand before extending it for a shake.

"Oh no, Amelia we don't shake around here we hug!" Announces Sarah as she lunges for Amelia and takes her in her arms just as easily as her mother had.

Amelia stiffens and hesitates at first, surprised by the show of affection from this strange woman. But as Sarah holds her closer and runs her fingers through her hair, she can't help but feel a warmth spread through her body. Sarah's tight muscles flex under her skin, making Amelia feel like she's in the arms of Madam Liberty. She grows surprisingly wet, thinking about being in the arms of the world's strongest woman. She leans back and looks into Sarah's deep green eyes, mesmerized by the way they seem to glow in the sunlight.

She can feel Sarah's heavy breath on her face, and the scent of her perfume makes her head swim. She instinctively licks her lips and is shocked at the taste of salt in her mouth. Embarrassment flares across her cheeks as she realizes she must have tasted this woman's sweat. Sarah's arms loosen and Amelia pulls herself back to stand next to her mother once more.

"You're quite beautiful, Amelia," Sarah exclaims with a soft tone, pressing a towel to her neck and exposing her hirsute armpit. "Not quite as beautiful as your mother but you have just as much potential as she does."

Amelia blushes at the compliment but quickly recovers with a playful smile. "Well, Miss Smith, you're quite beautiful yourself, if I may say so."

Jane chuckles at the playful exchange, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Okay, okay, you two, let's not get too friendly there," she interjects, attempting to keep things light-hearted and casual.

But Sarah has other ideas. She takes a step closer to Amelia, her body close and her perfume overwhelming. She lets out a sigh as she gazes into the younger woman's hazel eyes. The moment seems to last for an eternity, and Amelia breathes in the musky scent of this strange woman. Only when Sarah looks away does Amelia snap back to reality. She watches Sarah toss a bottle of water to her mother and the pair drink in silence.

Amelia's stomach fills with a mix of excitement and dread, her heart pounding in her chest as she stands there, captivated by the woman before her. Sarah steps closer to Amelia, her muscles tense and rippling beneath her skin. She places a gentle hand on Amelia's arm, sending a jolt of electricity through her. Amelia silently gasps, her eyes widening in surprise as Sarah's fingers trace up her arm and then stop on her shoulder.

"Amelia," Sarah whispers, her voice low and sultry. "Do you mind if I borrow your mom for a little while, we have a bit of our usual exercise routine left and you wouldn't want your mom to miss out on her calisthenics would you?" Sarah asks with a smile, tracing her thumb over Amelia's collarbone.

Amelia blinks, shaking the heat of the other woman's touch from her mind with difficulty. "Uh, no not at all. I should take a nap, I was driving for over fifteen hours, and I think I'm getting lightheaded."

Jane nods in agreement, smiling at both women. "Sounds good, sugar."

With a final squeeze to Amelia's shoulder, Sarah steps back and takes Jane's hand, leading her back alongside the space between both their houses and out of sight. Amelia stands in confusion as she registers a weight on her shoulder. Turning her head, she spots Sarah's rag resting on her shirt. She can see sweat soaking into the white cloth, and she turns back to where the two went. She thinks about following them to give it back, and then a part of her tells her to just hang on to it.

Taking hold of the rag, she holds on to it and gathers a few of her bags to go with her inside. She stomps up the stairs to her room, and enters her old bedroom being swiftly encompassed by the familiar aesthetic of her youth. The walls draped in soft pastel colors, her Tech Queen poster watching her as she trudges to her bed. The thought of lying down on familiar sheets, lined with faded flowers, is like a siren call.

She drops her bags on the floor and kicks them at the foot of her bed. She almost closed her door in one exhausted shove. Slowly she tugs her shoes off one at a time with her left hand. She doesn't even register the sweaty rag still clutched tightly in her right.

She flops down on her bed and feels relieved, her whole body sinking down into the comfortable mattress. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of her exhausting journey finally lifting from her shoulders. As if on instinct Amelia brings her right hand up to her face, and she breathes in the heady scent of Sarah's sweat and perfume. Her mind fills with every time she fantasized about the scent and taste of sweat and musk from the other girls in her gym classes.

Amelia's eyes snap open and she tosses the rag from her face. That wasn't right, she never fantasized about other girls before. She had only ever been attracted to boys; she had only ever kissed boys. She masturbated with big fake dicks, not dreaming of vaginas. But her mind was suddenly filled with the images of feminine bodies slick with sweat and grinding against each other.

These weren't the innocent crushes or the innocent dreams of teenage boys she used to have. No, these were the darker, more carnal fantasies that only came when she was alone in her room. Alone with her true thoughts, the ones she buried deep inside because she knew her father would never approve. Her hand grasping at her denim clad crotch and her mind filled with this new powerful lust.

Amelia shook her head in disbelief, pushing those old pure thoughts away as she tried to focus on her body and the arousal she was feeling. Her heart raced as she felt the grip of desire growing stronger within her.

She shifted her body slightly, grabbing the fabric of her ragged tank top, pulling it up over her head and letting it fall to the ground. She all but tore off her shorts freeing her sopping panties. She tore her bra and panties off fully exposing her hot naked flesh to the surprisingly cool morning air. She lay completely naked, her body bathed in the soft glow of the bright summer sun. She took a deep breath, feeling the rush of air against her bare skin, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms and legs.

She could not believe what was happening to her. After years of denying her desires, of imagining herself with boys, she was now naked, and vulnerable, and ready to submit to the forbidden temptation of women. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. She couldn't ignore the burning lust she felt between her legs, the throbbing ache that begged for attention. Amelia reached down and slowly ran her fingers over her mound, feeling the soft curls of her pubic hair under her touch. She let out a soft moan as she spread her lips apart and circled her clit with her fingertips, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into the deep abyss of desire.

She slid one finger, then two inside her hot, wet pussy, gasping at the feeling of her own fingers filling her up. She began to move her fingers in and out, her clit throbbing and begging for attention. Her thumb gently pressing against the sensitive nub and eliciting a moan from her lips. Amelia began to move her fingers faster, giving in to the building pleasure. She arched her back and spread her legs wider, imagining Rachel's hands on her hips as she pounded into her. She let out a low moan, her breath hitching as she felt her orgasm building deep inside of her.

She moved her fingers faster, harder, driving herself closer and closer to the edge. She imagined Rachel's fingers inside of her, exploring every inch of her wet, swollen pussy. She could feel her fingers curl and twist as they reached for that elusive spot deep inside of her, the one that would send her soaring over the edge into a blissful abyss. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she neared the edge, and then she reached out once more and took hold of Sarah's sweat rag.

In a single motion she shoved the rough cloth into her face, breathing in the scent and all but tasting Sarah once again. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, slamming into her with a force that left her breathless. She arched her back, and her body convulsed as she rode the wave of pleasure, her climax pulsing throughout her entire body. Her fingers slowed and then slipped from inside of her, wet from her own orgasm. She held the rag up to her face breathing in the intoxicating scent as she lay back, gasping and trembling as the waves of euphoria subsided.

*****

Amelia awoke sometime later, her entire body still buzzed from her orgasm. She had never felt anything like it before. It was as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she could breathe again. Amelia's body continued to tremble as she lay there, her mind wandering. The intense need to pee swelled up in her and she reluctantly sat up dropping the rag on to her bed.

Not even registering that she was naked, she set out to make her way to the bathroom across the hall. Her bare feet made soft padding sounds on the thick carpet as she moved, her legs still a little weak from the intensity of her orgasm. She reached the bathroom door and entered, quickly shutting it behind her. She stood there for a moment, leaning against the door, taking deep breaths to steady herself, her body still trembling from her release.

She saw her reflection in the mirror and was taken aback by her own wild appearance. Her hair was sticking up in every direction, her makeup was smudged, and her lips were swollen from the force of her orgasm. What she also stared as was the wild bush resting above her pussy. She imagined how much it must trap in her feminine scent, how amazing it must be to press her nose into another woman's bush and breathe in her unique scent.

Amelia felt a new surge of desire from seeing herself exposed and vulnerable like this. The thought of Sarah and her mother walking in on her at any moment aroused her more than she ever thought possible. She sat down on the toilet and did her business as these new and overwhelming thoughts filled her mind. How did she become so aroused just from inhaling a stranger's scent, let alone envisioning her naked and imagining being in her best friends' arms?

She wiped herself clean, drying off excess moisture on her thighs. Her body trembled and her pulse quickened as she pondered these new feelings. She hopped off the seat and approached the sink to clean her hands, catching a glimpse of her puffy nipples making themselves known in the cold tiled bathroom. The sight of her own wet, yearning body fueled Amelia's desires even further.

Deciding she had time before her dad got home, she wanted to rush back to her bedroom and get out one of her toys this time. Exiting the bathroom, she was startled by a gasp from far down the hallway. She stood still in fear thinking her mother caught her. She looked down the hall and saw no one, but once more heard the ragged gasp.

Intrigued, she follows the soft sounds heading for the large guest room at the end of the hall. Taking her time not to be noticed, Amelia approaches the door left open a couple of inches. Taking a deep breath, she steadies herself before she peeks inside and is taken aback by what she sees. Her mother Jane and neighbor Sarah are lying on the red silken bed, naked and entwined in each other's arms. Their bodies glisten with sweat, and their moans and gasps of pleasure fill the room. Amelia feels a wave of arousal wash over her as she watches, unable to tear her gaze away from the erotic scene before her.

She leans against the doorframe, her breath hitching as she watches her mother and Sarah touch each other in very intimate ways. Sarah is wearing black leather straps around her hips holding a faintly glowing green rubber dick against her crotch. Her mother is thrusting her pussy with matching pink bush against the invading green cock. Her mother's hands are all over Sarah's body, fondling and caressing her breasts while Sarah moans in pleasure and arches her back in response.

Amelia can't believe what she's seeing -- her own mother, engaged in a passionate affair with another woman. Her mother who almost fainted when she learned the mayor was gay, who prayed for every sinner who marched in pride, is thrusting against a woman's fat strap. And Amelia can't tear her gaze away from this display of passion. Her arousal grows stronger as she watches Jane spread her legs wide, granting Sarah complete access to her wet, glistening pussy.

Sarah rewards Jane's eagerness by plunging the thick strap-on deep inside her, causing Jane to cry out in pleasure. Amelia presses her hand to her own mound, feeling the heat and wetness of her arousal seeping through her fingers. She can't tear her eyes from the most erotic sight of her entire life. A sense of jealousy washes over her as she wishes she could be in her mother's place, or does she want to be lying right next to her?

"Yes, harder, Sarah," Jane begs, her voice trembling with desire. "Fuck me harder."

Sarah complies, pounding into Jane with wild abandon. With each thrust, Jane's breasts bounce and jiggle, the nipples hard and pointing straight up. Amelia sees that her mother's nipples are now topped with glittering metal barbells. She licks her lips thinking about tugging on a pierced nipple with her teeth.

Her pussy grew wetter at the thought, even as her shame burned a deep red on her cheeks. Watching another woman fuck her mother, even if it was a sexual fantasy she'd likely never get to experience made her feel dirty. But she couldn't deny the heat that had curled in her belly when she saw her mother riding that glowing green strap on. She slid two fingers inside her slick folds, imagining it was her fingers pumping in and out of Jane's cunt instead.