A few things before you read this salacious tale. It's not brand new. I had it published before, but there were parts of the story that needed clarification. That's one of the reasons why I pulled it. There's more than a few things that I've added, as well as the subsequent parts to follow this one.
And be understanding of this as well, this is a tale of erotic fantasy, with magic, and, of course a witch; hence the title. But the main thing is, it involves the deep love a son has for his mother, and the kind of incestuous longing he has for her.
Please enjoy this. And again, a BIG thanks goes out to the great Kenji Sato for his assistance with getting this back on Literotica.
The Choctaw Witch, Part One
And The Blessing Of Cum Lust
It had been a few years since I'd been able to visit my friend, David Baxter, in Tennessee, and our time together seemed to go very well for the both of us. I was on my way back to Michigan traveling through the back hills of his home state, before I would finally have the chance to get back on the Interstate again.
It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, when I noticed my gas tank needed filling and I wanted to take a bathroom break as well.
I saw an old Shell Oil sign up ahead and figured I better stop at this one, because I might not have another opportunity for maybe another hour or maybe longer. So, I pulled my Buick into the gas station.
This particular filling station didn't have the new-style pumps, or have the ability to use a debit or credit card, so I had to use just about all the cash I had in my wallet to get the gasoline I'd need to continue my journey.
After filling my tank, I was just about ready to pull back out onto the road, when I started to hear a lot of yelling and screaming coming from alongside the gas station.
When I walked over to take a look at what the fuss was all about, I saw three men standing in front of one lone person, who I couldn't see...and whoever it was, was sprawled out on the ground.
"We told you, don't bring your sorry self back here no more. Don't you have ears to hear, you stupid, bitch-cunt witch?"
"Yeah, what do we have to do to prove we ain't fucking around with you, or your people, anymore?"
"It ain't right that you should tell me where I can or can't go, you bastards. This is still a free country, and I'll go where I want to!!"
"Says who, you stupid cunt? Just because you think you're somebody with those special powers, doesn't mean we're going to let you get away with using them around these parts. I've got a mind to beat the living fuck out of you, right here. And then nobody will ever know what happened to you, ha-ha."
So far, I had remained in the background, but once I heard one of them beginning to threaten what sounded like a younger female, I knew I had to step in and try to help her. Whoever she was.
"Hey guys, what seems to be the problem? Why don't we just let the young lady be?"
"Yeah, and why don't you just go and fuck yourself, you fuckin' Yankee? Nobody asked you to step in here, did they?"
"It doesn't really matter if anybody asked me to step in, or not. And if one of you motherfuckers takes one more move toward her, I'm going to kill that man. Am I making myself understood?"
Four years in the Marines helped prepare me for times like these. Oh, and the Sig Sauer P-250 I concealed carried on my left hip didn't hurt my chances either.
I finally stepped up to push the three cowards off and away from the young lady on the ground. And when I was able to get a good look at her, I was bowled over by her beauty. She was, as far as I could tell, about my age of twenty-four years, with long black hair. She wore a tight-fitting blue-gray dress, that revealed more than a little of the cleavage of her breasts, and came to a little above her knee in length.
"What's the matter with you assholes? And why's it take three men to gang up on one lone female? Doesn't anybody have any decency around here?"
"Okay buddy, you might think you're doing the right thing for her, but you don't know what she might do to us...and our families."
"What the hell, she couldn't do anything worse than what you're trying to do to her now."
"She's a Choctaw witch, and we don't want her sort 'round here. Our folks told us she's trouble. And trouble isn't what we need around here right now."
"Well, just back off from her right now, or I'll kick the ass of the first man that does something he shouldn't."
I was finally able to de-escalate the situation. The young woman told me her name was Eliza and she asked me for a ride into the next town.
"If you don't mind continuing your kindness to me, I'm staying in the next town. That is, if you're heading toward Interstate-Seventy-Five. That's where I've got a motel room for the next couple of days."
"What were you doing where I found you, what made you go there?"
"I was trying to locate some herbs and flowers for my brews and lotions. We Choctaw come here often to this part of the state. The things we use in our medicines and such-like, flourish here. Sorry to say, the locals are aware of us coming through, and always try to give us a hard time about it."
"I'm just glad I came along when I did, I'm not sure what those idiots might've done to you if I hadn't."
"I'm glad too, mister. Can I offer you an extra nice reward for saving me?"
"Aww, you don't have to do anything special Eliza. I've never liked bullies. And especially bullies who are men and pick on beautiful young women, such as yourself."
"No, no, I insist upon it, please? I want to do something very special for you."
There was something about her that just wouldn't let me refuse her kindness, and not take whatever special reward she was offering.
Once we arrived at where she was staying, she bade me to come into her motel room with her. And it was almost as if she had me under an almost-hypnotic spell by then. And not to mention the fact, of how alluring I'd found her to be.
She appeared to be around five foot, six inches in height, maybe a little stocky, but not too overweight. Like I'd mentioned before, she had nice breasts that she must've enjoyed showing off, because of how she uninhibitedly displayed them dressed as she was.
Upon entering, I could tell that it was only her and I there. She took the items she had gathered earlier, and began mixing some things together in a little dish.
"What kind of reward do you think I'm preparing for you...what's your name, sir?"
"Oh, I never told you my name. My name's Tom...Tom Brewer. What's yours again?"
"My name, is Eliza."
"Oh yeah, Eliza, do you have a last name?"
