This is my story
Doll
from a different POV.
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"It's just a doll, Mum," Dai said. "Or is it?"
I chuckled. "Yes and no. It's really Stacy, but she's a doll now and forever. Unable to think, but certainly able to feel - and I'm sure she's loved everything you've done to us so far. I know I have."
"But how?" he whined.
"Magic," I said. "I'll explain one day. Now, don't neglect the poor girl, Dai. Give her the fucking she's desperate for."
The call over, I could almost sense him staring at Stacy - at me - wondering, was it really her? Was I really feeling everything he did to Stacy? The mere possibility of any of it being true had his cock springing to life - and less than five minutes after he had emptied his balls into my ass, too.
It was all so horrifyingly wrong, and yet at the same time the thought of me being forever passive and his to use... of the thought that I was being pleasured by my own son...
Kneeling again behind my arse, he thrust once more into my rear, extra slippery now, and this time with the benefit of having just recently come. "This time," he said, "I'm going to continue till you phone me and beg me to finish."
Perhaps I should have told him the truth, that the spell had gone terribly wrong - or, rather, the witch who had cast the spell had betrayed me. The spell had indeed transformed Stacy - beautiful, young Stacy who Dai had had a crush on for years - turning her youthful body into a simulacrum. Into a sex doll.
But in a sense, I'd got what I asked for. I'd asked the witch to turn Stacy into a sex doll, and on a crazy, impulsive whim added that I wanted to share the experience, to feel the pleasure of being used - of being fucked - by my own son. Blame the horniness of decades without a real lover to satisfy my needs as a woman, and it wasn't like it was incest, was it? Not when I wouldn't be there with him, and he wouldn't know he was pleasuring his own mother as he fucked what to him was merely a lifeless doll.
The witch had been a young woman, exuding an erotic power that had me questioning my own assumed straightness. The spell had been a little surreal and anticlimactic, some mystical words chanted while winding a few stolen strands of Stacy's hair about a Barbie doll (that had spent a few hours buried deep in my vagina and, as a result, was wet and slippery). "There," the witch concluded. "Stacy will feel a strong compulsion to bring herself to orgasm, and at the very moment she comes the transformation will occur."
We had waited until we had seen Stacy walking down the street, alone, towards her home. The spell done, I rushed over to spy on her through the window, and saw her leaning against the frame of her front door, perhaps experiencing a wave of arousal that washed away even the thought of unlocking the door in front of her.
Suddenly the witch was there with her, guiding her across the road to my house. "Come, sit with us, have a cup of tea."
"No, no," Stacy protested, blushing furiously but also unable to resist the witch's entreaty. I hurried to put the kettle on as Stacy sat nervously. When I was young, we would have said 'ants in her pants', and perhaps that was a fair description. "I really can't stay," she said, almost pleading to be sent away, but then the witch's hand was on Stacy's bare thigh, brushing the dark, pleated skirt up to reveal pink lace knickers. "Don't..."
"Don't what?" the witch murmured, her fingertips caressing lace that was wet from Stacy's obvious arousal.
"Don't stop." With a whine of frustration, Stacy tugged off her shirt and vest, and unclasped her pink lace bra, and utterly uncaring about what she was doing, or what was being done to her, she pinched and rubbed her swollen nipples while pushing her crotch against the witch's teasing fingers. She was utterly beautiful. She'd make the perfect toy for my son to play with. I wondered what his cock would feel like in her cunt, and in her mouth and ass and between her breasts...
"Oh God!" she cried. "Put your fingers in me! Please!"
"Let me," I said, standing in front of her and easing her skirt and knickers down her smooth, perfect legs. "I want you to look into my eyes as you come, Stacy." I slipped two fingers into her easily. "I want you to imagine my son fucking you."
She frowned. "Dai?" For a moment she seemed almost about to laugh, but she was too distracted by her own need. "Sure," she said, shrugging. "Whatever."
I had never touched another woman sexually before. I was surprised by how much I actually enjoyed her hunger for my fingers. I couldn't tell if she was really imagining Dai, but she maintained eye contact with me the whole time as I finger-fucked her wet pussy and the witch continued to rub her clit steadily.
Her cry, when she came, was a loud, ecstatic release of pleasure, but rather than giving way to convulsions, she fell abruptly silent and unnaturally still. Without warning, a tingling sensation built in my womb until suddenly I too felt a rush of orgasmic pleasure radiating out from my centre. With a cry of astonishment, I fell to my knees, gasping, too overwhelmed to think clearly, and for a moment I blacked out -
