Me , My Mum, My Sister and the Daughters of the Moon
Part Two
A big thank you to everyone who voted for Part One of my story and even bigger thanks to those kind people who left comments. I can scarcely believe it's been five years since Part 1 was published... Tempus fugit.
If you have not already read Part One to this story, then I advise you to do so NOW, as this chapter won't make much sense, otherwise.
As ever, all characters are over 18.
This story features sex, nudity, bad language and witchcraft, but even more disconcerting to American readers, the Queen's English, UK slang and spellings. If "colour" puts you off color, this story perhaps isn't for you. In Britain, 'a grass' is a snitch, and the verb is the same word.
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Cala Banyalbufar, Mallorca, Mediterranean Sea.
The night is warm and humid, with a profound silence. Pale lights from the ancient stone farmhouse windows spill out across the garden's citrus trees into the darkness. Far below our safe mountain haven, a ribbon of silver moonlight stretches across the ink-black sea to the distant horizon.
We have just finished dinner, local fish and vegetables eaten by lamplight outdoors on the terrace, washed down with a perfect red wine.
Mum's mouth is hot and wet on my cock as she helps herself to dessert, kneeling by my chair. Her soft lips and ceaseless tongue tease and provoke my swollen cock head, then slide down and around my girth to suck my balls, back up again, down and up, sucking the head in past her teeth, pressing gently onto the roof of her mouth, and licking again with her tongue, running her lips up and down, up and down, her warm breath tickling... Mum's special blowjob, for her special boy.
Beads of sweat pool on my stomach, my shorts are pooled around my ankles, I breathe in short rasps as I feel the tension gathering in my groin and as I pass the point of no return, I clench my hands on my chair's armrests my ejaculate bursts into her mouth in jets as I cry her name "KATE!" Lights flash behind my closed eyes, and I arch my back as I spasm. The intensity slowly fades, and I sag back into my chair gasping, drained, spent.
Kate licks cum off my cock, giggling, sucking her gooey fingers, then stands and extends her hand to me.
"Bedtime, now."
I kick away my shorts and stand up, my cock already softening.
"'Night, darling", says mum.
"'Nighty-night", I say, and we leave Andrea, my sister, our spectator sitting alone in the velvet gloom, with one hand in her panties, the other holding her wine.
In our bedroom, I quickly strip mum naked, and tease, tantalize and torment her with my mouth, lingering at the nape of her neck below her ear in that place that makes her melt, then kissing and nipping down her tanned body via her tits where I leave teeth marks, and down across her belly to her mound. I soon have her screeching, her hips bucking beneath me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders and head as I circle her clit and stab her pink folds and entrance with my tongue. Finally, with my sticky cock hard again, I slip it inside her and fuck her into an exhausted slumber.
I am over-tired, and sleep eludes me. As my mother quietly sleeps beside me, my hand cupping her warm backside, my restless mind drifts back to how we came to be here and wondering when we ever will see home again. For we are in exile, for at least this year, and for who knows how many more, one of the most notorious families that has ever fled England one jump ahead of the law, in the full glare of social media, newspapers and TV publicity, the summer's sensation, the infamous "Incest Witchcraft Family!"
It was too good a story for the gutter-press and self-righteous Twitter hate-mobs not to pursue in the mid-summer "silly season" when real news is thin on the ground. Even the respectable broadsheets reported it, deprecating our depravity, whilst of course sparing their readers no salacious details to feel disgusted by, "with more on page 5!".
My mum's belief that our antics out in our garden in the coven's fire-lit circle would remain a secret now seems hopelessly naïve.
Of course, the story did not get out there by accident: someone in my mum's coven had grassed us up.
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East Sussex, England, two months earlier
The bedside clock showed it was just after 4am as the dawn chorus started in the garden and I was awake early, despite my physical and mental exhaustion: I felt too elated, too wired, too full of adrenaline. Besides, I wasn't used to sharing a bed with anyone, even if the lustrous dark hair that was fanned out over the pillow next to mine belonged to my mother. She was sleeping on her side and facing me, her full breasts tipped with pink nipples and areolas were only partially hidden by her bent arm. The thrown-back duvet came up to her waist and I exulted in the sight of her pale torso gently rising and falling as she slept, her breath cool on my shoulder. I studied her closely in the dim light that filtered through the curtains. Her long eyelashes quivered as she dreamed, a half-smile on her lips. Perhaps she was dreaming about last night, what we had done together virtually the whole night through?
I had fucked my mother, and not just once, but again and again.
After giving my mum my virginity in the Great Rite in full view of her coven, I had showered with her, lathering her body, soaping and kneading her generous tits and bottom, and then we had gone to my bed. I had brought her to a gasping climax with my tongue, and then came the moment I had long waited for and fantasized about. I had fucked her, not in the coven's circle in a drugged-up frenzy, but in my bed. I was rough in my fumbling, inexperienced haste, almost afraid she would change her mind, grabbing hold of her, forcing myself inside her, ignoring her needs. It was all about my own urgent desires. In a paroxysm of panting, gasping lust, I had taken her, ridden her, fucking her tight, wet cunt, slamming my hard cock into her again and again, biting her neck and tits like a mad animal, spraying her cervix with my cum as I vented several years' savage sexual frustration on her. Throughout, mum had clung onto me, passively, and had allowed me to use her like a slut. I'm not proud of it in hindsight, it was too much like rape, all a result of my graceless inexperience with a woman, but at the time, man, what a glorious fuck!
I had cuddled her close afterwards as my sperm trickled down her thighs as we whispered our secrets to each other. We then cleaned one another up in my bathroom.
Mum gently cleaned my cock and balls with a wettened cloth and leaned down and kissed the top of my cock, whilst her gorgeous, full tits swung free. Already, shame at my roughness was starting to eat at my conscience.
"You certainly gave me a good seeing-to," she said with a little laugh. "I'll be walking like John Wayne tomorrow."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so rough", I said.
"It's okay, darling," she said with a smile, putting her fingers to my lips to hush further apologies from me. "It was good and hard: I've not had a fuck like that in years! It's nice to be wanted."
I blushed.
Now it was my turn to clean her.
I knelt in front of mum's parted legs and tenderly used the same wetted washcloth on her thighs, pussy folds and up around her bottom to wipe away my sperm.
Mum was softly "Oooh"-ing, giggling and squirming as I carried out this most personal of ablutions. The sight of my mother's nakedness in soft glow of the dimmed bathroom light, her womanly aroused scent, her warmth and closeness as my fingers brushed her crisp, curly auburn pubes, her swollen cunt lips and thighs, the way her luscious breasts jiggled as her body moved under my fingers, these were so intimate and erotic that blood rushed to my cock again and I was hard within seconds as my desire for my mum's body rekindled. My rapid breath rasped in my throat.
It's odd, but the lines from a childhood poem came to mind as I leaned in to her again, inhaling her feminine scent and I recited softly as I washed her,
"Oh, wonderful pussy, oh pussy my love,
What a wonderful pussy you are, you are,
What a wonderful pussy you are."
"You say the loveliest things", mum murmured, with her eyes closed, basking in my attentions.
I leaned in as I knelt on the floor and kissed my way from her knees to the top of her thighs as mum trembled and opened her legs wider for my access. I dived in with my tongue again on the pink and folded beauty of her glistening pussy. Mum groaned and leaned back against the wall as I used the fingers of both hands to open up her labia and licked from bottom to the top, lingering at her clit as I sucked it into my mouth and tongued it while she ground her hips into my face, grabbing my hair and holding me there to show me just where she liked it, until I thought she would tear my hair out, whilst she groaned. My mouth was filled with her warm honey. Licking downwards, finding her pussy opening, I stuck in my tongue as far it would go and tongue-fucked her until her shaking, writhing and cries told me another orgasm was imminent.
"Oh Goddess, Josh, don't stop!" mum cried.
Gripping my hair harder than ever, she came with a heaving shudder and cried my name, as my mouth was suddenly sprayed with a gush of warm fluid, which I thought on tasting, was her pee. On a night of firsts, that was a turn on as well. OK, I have a bit of a pee fetish, so sue me.
I clambered to my feet and held her close until she had caught her breath, my hands running riot over her body, her bottom and tits.
