For John
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Amber was completely naked, like Nick and Elisabeth. It seemed like forever since she had last seen either of her two close friends naked. She had seen Nick's cock before a couple of times at least, and swam naked in the swimming pool with her bikini stuffed up her tight young pussy, but for some reason she felt more exposed, more vulnerable than she had then. It was strange and a little unsettling. It made her pussy dampen, and she rubbed her thighs together gingerly.
She drank the potion down in one great gulp and said the magick words. Next to her, Elisabeth was also changing. Amber's clit began to swell, and her height increased by a foot. Her large brown breasts, which she had always been vain of, merged into her torso and were consumed by her body. She felt their substance vanishing as they nurtured her starving, mangled, manipulated flesh. She couldn't quite decide whether she wanted to scream in horror or to laugh in delight. The sensation was so pleasant, despite everything.
An arm's reach away, Nick's mother Susan was asleep on the couch, asleep and very, very fertile, due to a little spell Nick had performed on her tampons two weeks ago when his mother had been riding the crimson wave. She was always a bitch when she was menstruating, so Nick didn't feel so bad sneaking into her bathroom, while she was out buying lingerie, and jacking off three times into the box of Playtex she kept under the sink, letting his cock slip mischievously between the plastic of the tampons. Oh he was so naughty! He got off quickly each and every time, remembering what it had been like sneaking into his mother's bedroom when she was sleeping months ago and stealing her sex toys for Elisabeth, and how warm and soft his mother's lap had been when she had discovered it and was spanking him. He had been just a boy then, despite his age, and a virgin, and actually came from the sensation of his mother's hand on his ass. His cock rubbing against her leg had been so intoxicating! He had been so innocent then, and so self-deprecating. And now he was planning to gang-rape his mother!
Half a moon ago.
Now, ten minutes ago Elisabeth had magicked the house with a spell that involved three candles and mixture of blood, cum and pussy juice so that now time stood still for the three mischievous kids to do their dirty work. Their father, who had left his desk in the study to run out and by a copy of the Wall Street Journal, was frozen solid on the driveway like a stone statue, and if one looked just right out of the corner of the eye one could see rose bushes coiling around the Stewart household with incredible speed, both thorn and blossom glistening ominously with a dewy moisture.
Amber looked at her best friend Elisabeth. She was no longer as Amber had known her, but a naked carbon copy of her brother Nick. Meanwhile, the real Nick was holding his erect cock in his hand and navigating it in between his sleeping mother's parted legs. Amber gulped to remember that it wasn't the first time that Nick had fucked Susan. Elisabeth had said something about Susan keeping her son as a sex toy for months, but time had curled back on itself since then and now it was like a faded memory from a past life, soul memory, which can't be accessed, only felt, yet never fully gotten rid off, the way the memory of a severed limb never seems to vanish. Things like time, space, and shape, like conventional thinking, couldn't hold still for magick, but seemed to change of their own accord and according to their own rules, which no one could change, only summon and implore to do her bidding. Amber knew from her reading that magick changed one's very soul, either for good or for bad, depending on what sort. And the ritual they were planning, the ritual that began a month ago and was now coming to fruition, was definitely very, very black.
Nick pressed the head of his cock against his mother's inner lips and pushed into the deep dark hole between. He thrust hard and Amber gasped, her soft majestic voice with just a trace of her mother's British accent escaping from Nick's pretty boy lips. She gasped as though she was Nick's mother's body responding to her son's penetration. What was left of her womanhood, which clung somewhere to her aching pounding heart, somehow knew how to feel despite never having known a man's touch, at least not in the proper hole.
Nick braced himself against the couch, one hand on the back rest, one on the edge of the cushion, contorting his body slightly with the effort of quick, deep penetration. Amber shut her eyes, but that didn't stop the harsh delectable sensation of the thrust deep in her body. Why was she feeling another woman's pleasure, the pleasure of a sleeping woman who shouldn't be feeling a thing? She didn't even have a woman's body anymore, she reminded herself, and opened her eyes just a bit to peek down. Her cock, Nick's cock, was rock-hard, and she felt weird and squirmy thinking about it.
Elisabeth, also in Nick's form, was stroking her own cock triumphantly, just quick enough to keep it hard without driving herself to climax, as though she had had a dick her whole life and was used to using it as a device for her own pleasure. She looked so proud of her twin brother (now identical twin) pounding away at their mother that it made Amber's stomach turn. Why was Amber always the only one to have second thoughts? How could her two friends be doing something like this, and enjoying it so much? To their mother of all people? It just wasn't right!
Nick thrust deep inside his mother and held himself fixed, his face held tight as though concentrating on something very base. Amber realized instinctually that he had just come. She bit down on her lip to stop her thoughts and feelings before they even started. It would now be Elisabeth's turn to rape her mother, and then Amber, if Amber didn't buckle first, and then Nick would rape her again, and they would all take turns for the next twenty-four hours, until the clock on the mantelpiece struck twelve and the spell broke. Then, time would start up again for real, and everything would go back to normal, except that Susan would bear this "moonchild" for their demon taskmaster, and the first task would be complete.
Nick suckled slightly on his mother's breast as though he was still an infant trying eagerly to be fed. He continued to thrust into her perversely, with his softening cock making the image, at least in Amber's eyes. A monstrosity indeed, both son and lover, playing both parts simultaneously. Nick drew himself from his mother's freshly used hole, which was honestly overflowing in an intoxicating mixture of her own juices and her son's virulent semen. Amber felt sick. If there was truly a god in heaven, who saw and judged all, why didn't he strike them all down now before their tarnished souls would commit more evil? Why were they all still allowed to live? Why did their witches' blood still flow though their veins, instead of adding nurturance to the dying infertile Earth they stood on? Amber felt dizzy, like she was the mistreated heroine of a dime store romance novel and would swoon into a dead faint at any moment. She could almost feel the corset wrapped around her tender body that was holding her in and keeping her from breathing freely, and just as she wanted to rip the whale bone that cut into her skin, she was afraid that without it she would have no shape at all, but become nothing more than swamp slime on Nick and Elisabeth's living room floor.
Amber bit her lip again just in time. She really was getting faint and was having some sort of fever dream. Elisabeth was navigating herself... or Nick's self... or something like that into Susan's already cum-filled cunt. Amber could see the beads of moisture glistening on the older woman's thighs, and longed to bend over and lap it up while Elisabeth had her way with the woman. Desire and pure, raw masculine sex drive seemed to electrify the very air around them. It was almost like sneaking into the boys' locker room at school, then stripping and having a shower with the all the sweaty jocks without anyone thinking to notice. Amber could almost smell the testosterone seeping into her though all her pores, filling her lungs with every breath of air. Her borrowed cock ached with longing, and she found herself stroking it like she would a cat's fur. She felt so horny she was afraid she would come, and she was terrified at the prospect of having a male orgasm.
