Just get to school and see Tracey and Leah. Then you’ll figure out what’s next.

As Abbie closes your bedroom door behind her, you realize you probably should have cum in her mouth before you told her to stop. Your cock is so hard it’s almost aching — stupid Inuus spell. Although, it’s entirely probable that getting woken up by a blowjob from your sexy sister would have had the same effect even if you hadn’t magicked your cock.

You jerk off in the shower to deal with it. The idea that Abbie put in your head of enchanting Mom makes you cum hard. Damn, you shouldn’t be that turned on by your own mother when you’ve already got three hot, young slaves.

As you wash up, then get dressed you wrestle with the idea. Enchanting your mother on purpose feels like it’s a lot worse morally than enchanting Abbie when you were trying to capture Tracey’s mom. Abbie might have a point though, you were willing to go through with **** with her, and you enjoyed it thoroughly. You were also willing to purposely enchant both Leah and Ms. Erickson. You suspect you’re going to have to enchant an adult woman who owns a home, so you have a place where you can safely get together with all the girls. Is it really more ethical to choose Tracey’s mom and make them commit ****, when you’ve already crossed that line?

On the bus ride to school, you start to wonder if any other spells on that website could help out with your situation, you haven’t even looked at them. You should definitely do that this afternoon. You think you definitely must be an asshole for trying to enchant Ms. Erickson to get a place to fuck Tracey and Leah when there might have been a spell to just make her ignore you all, or get her out of the house, or something. You have to admit to yourself that having a mother/daughter pair of slaves was just a huge turn-on for you, and having that mother and daughter be Mom and Abbie has an even darker appeal to it.

Of course, that line of thought results in another raging boner. You end up holding your backpack on your lap on the bus, and in front of you as you walk into school. Once you’re sitting down, waiting for your first class to start, you text Tracey and Leah to meet you at the girls’ bathroom you used last time at the start of second period. You can all be a little late to your next class.

When you get to the corner of the school with the band room and auditorium, the halls are starting to clear out, but a few stragglers still haven’t gotten to their next class yet. Tracy is waiting for you in the hallway outside the bathroom. “Hey, Dave,” she greets you casually, with a nod. “Leah’s in the bathroom. I’m sure she’ll be right out.”

“Thanks, Trace, I guess I’ll wait for her.” You reply, returning her nod, as casually as you can. You both look both ways down the hall and don’t see anyone.

She moves closer to you and hands you an envelope from her bag. “It’s from my mom. Grabbed it myself.”

You smile at her. “Thanks,” you say, as you put the envelope in your backpack. You look around a last time before you push open the door to the girls’ bathroom and step in. Leah is waiting for you in the far stall.

You don’t have a lot of time, so you give her a quick kiss. “Hey Peep,” you say smiling at her, as your hands move to her shoulders and you push her down to her knees. “We can’t waste time.”

She doesn’t look like she had intended to waste any time, as she’s already tugging down the zipper. Her small hand slips inside your jeans, and she gasps with pleasure as her fingers find your hard shaft. She struggles to pull it out through the constrained opening of your fly. You help her out by unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your jeans, to give her more room.

As soon as she has your cock out through the fly of your boxer shorts, her head darts forward. She takes the head in her mouth and suckles gently. The tip of her tongue teases along the underside. Your fingers tangle in her hair.

That’s when you hear a couple of raps on the bathroom door and Tracey’s raised voice from outside saying, “Hi, Ms. Fellows.”

For the second time today, you pull a pretty girl’s mouth off your cock. You fumble to get your hard shaft put away and your jeans zipped up. Leah gives a little whine and gets to her feet.

Just as Leah is stepping out of the stall, the bathroom door opens and Ms. Fellows walks in. You stay back in the stall, hoping not to be noticed. You consider climbing up onto the toilet seat but think that could make noise. “Miss Samuels,” you hear your English teacher saying, “is there someone else in here?” She sniffs, perhaps expecting to get a whiff of cigarette smoke or pot. You hear her footsteps walking down the row of stalls.

Leah tries to sound calm and casual as she answers. “Just me. I had a little emergency. I’ll be getting to my next class now.” You hear the water running as she washes her hands.

Ms. Fellows swings your stall door open. She looks surprised to find you. “Mr. Harris. You do not belong in the girls’ room,” she says sternly.

Your face feels hot. You look down at the floor. “I know. I’m sorry, Ms. Fellows. Leah and I, we, um, we just kissing. She didn’t want anyone to know. Her parents are very strict.”

The blonde teacher shakes her head. “Even if that were true, it doesn’t mean you can break school rules. I have to report this. It’s also hard to believe that kissing was all you were doing, considering how dusty the knees of Miss Samuels’ jeans are. This is highly inappropriate behavior, that I didn’t expect from either of you,” she says.

If Ms. Fellows reports this, the school will call your mom about it. There’s no way she’ll believe that it’s not connected to the spell she found on your computer. You’re trying to think of a way to convince her to let you off with a warning when Leah bursts into tears.