The Love Spell
Vince's mom worked hard. Very hard. Ever since his dad died four years ago, she had to work extra hard in order to help take care of him. And in the process, she'd been pretty hard on him. When he wasn't in school he was either studying or working his own job. He didn't have a lot of free time. And he especially didn't have a lot of time for girls.
And he really... really... wanted to change that. But without having a lot of time to date, he was just wanting to have that one really good woman fall in love with him and be there no matter what.
So... he knew it sounded stupid... but he looked up a love spell on the Internet. He knew what everyone would think. At this point and even now, he wondered if he'd completely lost his mind. He'd been in school with Cynthia since the fourth grade. They talked sometimes and went to dances or to school football games once or twice. But they never really had the chance to really date or anything, especially since his dad died.
So he thought 'What the hell'. He liked her enough and thought they could make a go of it once his mom gave him some breathing room. But with he and Cynthia going off to college in a few months he didn't want to risk losing her. So... the love spell.
He performed the ritual as described on the Internet. He waited until there was a full moon and filled a clear jar with water. He held the container over his head in the bright light of the moon. Then he bowed three times and chanted "Moon, you are my sister, you wish me well and give me kindness. Please give me some magical powers to bind my love to me like I bind a hair ribbon or a scarf. I bind it once and for all and never let her go." It sounded silly to read it and he felt very silly following the instructions. But he had high hopes it would work.
The instructions said to immediately return home and keep the lights completely off. He walked into the the dark house, wrapped the jar in a black cloth and set it on his dresser to allow the water to infuse for a week, exactly as prescribed. He woke up every day looking at the jar. On one hand, Vince wondered how he could possibly be so stupid and believe that such a thing would work. But... on the other hand, he held on to the possibility that it just might. Was it a big deal if it didn't work? Yeah, he'd feel stupid, but no one would know.
But if it worked... then he'd have a beautiful woman to himself, loving him, taking care of him, wanting him, and... well... having incredible, incredible sex with him. Looking at that jar every day for the next week gave him hope.
By the end of the week, it was supposed to be ready to use. Finally! Vince carefully filled a sports bottle with the enchanted fluid and left it in the kitchen while he showered and got ready to go. He put tap water in a second bottle for himself. He and Cynthia were going to go on a hike and then maybe dinner afterwards.
Vince played his plan over and over in his mind while he showered. He could see it now... they would be hiking in the hot sun... and he'd offer her the drink because she felt thirsty. He imagined her tipping the bottle up, taking one swig, then another. He imagined watching her as the spell took effect. He imagined seeing the adoration begin to slowly show on her face. He imagined feeling her hand take his, tightening her grip, her other hand stroking his upper arm as her head leaned on his shoulder. Then she'd be his... forever.
Yeah, that was an awesome fantasy! He was in a great mood, humming to himself as he dressed. He felt like this was definitely going to work. His breath was fresh, his hair was perfectly combed, and his aftershave was kickass, the best he could afford. He even thought the shirt and shorts he picked were just perfect for him. He was looking his best. When he finished, Vince walked downstairs, slipped his shoes on as he sat on the stairwell, walked into the kitchen... and stopped dead in his tracks. His mom was drinking from the enchanted water bottle.
She'd just come back from a run and was standing there in front of the sink, a little sweaty, the bottle in her hand, tipped up as she squirted the liquid into her mouth. It took a second for Vince to register what was happening, though. With her head tipped back, her breasts seemed to rise underneath her t-shirt and they looked absolutely scrumptious. He knew she wore a sports bra, but, damn, even that could barely hide them. And her little jogging shorts showed off a lot of long, tanned legs, legs that Vince knew would be so very soft and inviting wrapped around his waist. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.
When she lowered the bottle and looked at him, he finally came back to his senses. "Mom? What are you... what are you doing?" he asked, genuinely upset that she drank the water... his water... THE water! "That was for Cynthia!"
"I'm sorry baby. I just came in and saw the bottles there. I thought you left one for me." She raised the bottle again and squirted the last into her mouth as he watched, dumbfounded. She noticed his look. "I'll fill it back up, don't worry. It's just... it's hot out there. And I must be really thirsty because that tasted so good."
"It's... uh... it's ok I guess." What else could Vince say? His whole plan was shot and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He could maybe make some more at the next full moon or something.
She turned on the water in the kitchen sink, waited for it to get cold, then filled the bottle. When it was full, she handed it to Vince and told him to go have some fun. The day was going to be absolutely beautiful, perfect for being outside.
Yet... Vince had a nagging, disturbing thought... what if it worked?
*****
Vince knew he couldn't go home early. He had a horrible feeling that things were not going to be right at home between he and his mom. So he and Cynthia stayed out longer. After their hike, they went for dinner... and then a movie. After they parted, Vince went out to a bowling alley and played some video games... anything to just stay away from home.
Vince hoped that when he did get home, Emmanuelle would be asleep and that everything would be fine by morning. Maybe the spell would wear off by then.
So, around 11:00pm he quietly walked in the kitchen door. The lights were mostly off, except the low-light one over the sink that they kept on all night long. He kicked off his shoes, picked them up, and walked into the living room, trying to be as quiet as he could as he moved towards the stairwell up to his bedroom.
And then, suddenly, the light came on beside the couch.
"Wait a minute young man," his mom said sternly.
He turned to look at her as she rounded the couch and sat on the back of it. She was wearing a thin, black satin robe that barely came down to mid-thigh. Her breasts bobbed behind it when she moved. She crossed her arms underneath them, as if providing a shelf for them, a shelf to display them, as she stared at him.
She was a gorgeous woman, in her mid-forties, and while she had a little extra fat on her, she really looked trim and healthy and the fat only enhanced her beautiful curves. She jogged often and generally tried to eat right. She had long, blonde hair, and a beautiful smile. Her breasts were large for her frame. Vince didn't know if they were real or enhanced, but he had a hard time not staring at them. Her hips and ass were tight and incredible, especially when she wore her lightweight jogging shorts that showed the crease that began the rise of her shapely ass. Vince had to admit he had a lot of fantasies about her over the years. He'd even taken a few pictures and videos of her sunbathing and often looked at them in his masturbatory sessions.
"Where have you been? I've been sick waiting for you to get home," she said.
"Cynthia and I were just... just hanging out," he tried to explain, shocked that she was even waiting up for him. "We went to a movie."
"Uh huh. I know what you've been up to," she said with a bit of skeptical anger in her voice. "Don't forget, I pay for that cell phone of yours. And I've looked through it. Do you think I appreciate those pictures of that... skank... girl... whatever you want to call her? I expect that's who you were with. Who is she and why is she with you?"
"She's a friend... from school. I've known her since the fourth grade."
"Uh huh, hanging out with a friend. A female friend," she said with air quotes as if she didn't believe me. "I just want to let you know, that this is the only... only!... pussy you should be paying attention to. 'Cause I own you. I own all of you." Her legs seemed to part a little and Vince thought he could see her white panties underneath her robe, peeking out from behind the opening.
"What?" Vince asked, completely dumbfounded. This was not at all what he expected. She never talked like this before. She never used curse words, let alone used vulgar names for body parts. "Did you just say pu...?"
She interrupted him. "You know what I'm talking about. You know I'm the only one that's ever going to love you the way you need to be loved," she said. That look on her face... she didn't look mad because Vince came home late. She looked... she was... jealous! She thought Vince was sleeping with Cynthia.
All this was out of character for her. She never dressed like this in front of him. She never acted like this towards him. She was always fully covered and treated him like a conservative, loving mother would. Was this some consequence from the love spell? Vince wasn't sure, but it certainly seemed like it.
"Get over here," she continued. Vince dropped his shoes and walked over to her, looking down, until he stood a few feet away. She pointed to a spot on the floor right in front of her. "Come closer." He moved to the spot she indicated, right in front of her.
Looking down, her naked body, barely covered by her robe, was very evident to him now. The cavern between her breasts was deliciously erotic and he was praying for her robe to just fall open so he could see her full breasts in all their naked glory. He was instantly hard as he fantasized about her. He often fantasized about her, but never... never!... had this incredible of a close-up view before. And she looked even more enticing close up.
