The spell is making your mom need it, and a deep, dark part of you wants it. You stop fighting it

You lean back in the chair, trying to relax under your mother’s massaging fingers. The back of your skull head nestles into her cleavage. She leans in, pressing her full breasts against you. Her hands slide down your chest. Your cock stiffens as you enjoy the sensation of her touch.

“No one would ever have to know. It would be our secret. I’ll do anything you want. I want to do more for you than I did last night. I just want… need to make you feel good, honey.” She purrs. “Would it be so wrong?”

At this point, you’re not sure it would be so wrong. You already fucked up with the spell. You can’t get your mom back the way she was. She’s never going to stop being attracted to you, needing to please and obey you. Would accepting that and giving in to it make what you did any worse? Does it make any sense to fight against it anymore?

You press your head back against your mother’s soft breasts. You take one of her hands in yours, lift it from rubbing your pectoral to raise it to your lips and kiss her palm. She sighs at the touch of your lips on her skin. “We both want it, mom,” you tell her, “and I’m an adult. It’s not like you’re taking advantage of me. I don’t think it would be wrong. It’s just… not something people would accept. We’d have to hide it, keep it a secret.”

“I know,” she replies, “But… I’d rather be your dirty secret, than any other man’s public pride.”

You tug her hand to guide her around in front of you and pull her into your lap. Your mother leans into you and wraps her arms around your neck. She wiggles her ample buttocks as she settles, grinding them against the bulge in your jeans and grins at you. “It feels like you might enjoy having a dirty secret, baby,” she coos. Then she kisses you hungrily.

Your mom’s fingers tangle in the hair at the back of your head, while her other hand grips the front of your tee shirt tightly. Her tongue probes into your mouth, searching for yours, swirling around it. You return the kiss, your tongue sliding over hers, and exploring her mouth. You grab a fistful of her silky, dark hair. Your hips rock, making slow thrusts up against her round ass cheek.

Your mother gyrates on your lap, twisting to add an extra sensation to your thrusts. Your chest heaves as you draw in deep, ragged breaths. Your mother moves her mouth from yours, she gasps huskily in your ear, “Tell me what to do. Tell me how you want me to make you feel good. Anything… pleeease… just… tell me.”

You remember the sight of her last night, on her knees, with your cum on her tits, sucking it from her fingers. You remember why you cast the spell. That you wanted a woman in your power, who had to obey, serve, and worship you. She’s here. You yank on the sash of her robe to untie it. Open the front, and slide it off her shoulders, revealing her curvy, naked body. Your hand cups her breast, feeling its weight, squeezing, kneading her flesh.

Your mom moans and shudders as you grab her tit. “Yesss…” she hisses low.

You kiss her hard, then **** out. “I want you on your knees.”

She slides off your lap and down to the floor in front of you. “Yes Davey. It’s where I belong.” She looks up into your eyes, naked, panting, flushed.

Both your hands comb through her hair, pulling it back. “Do you want my cock, mom? Your own son’s dick?”

“I do… I need it, honey. It’s shameful how much. Please… let me touch it. Feel it. Taste it,” she groans.

You nod. “Open my jeans, take it out.”

Your mom’s hands rush to unbuckle your belt, open your fly and tug down your jeans and boxers. Your cock juts up from your lap, hard, stiff. She wraps her fingers around it and starts to slowly stroke. Her eyes lock on your face. “We’re already doing something everyone says is wrong, Davey. Nothing is going to shock me now. Anything you want. Anything you fantasize about. Anything you’ve watched in porn. I want to do it for you. I want to make your filthiest dreams come true, my perfect, wonderful boy.”

Your cock throbs in her grip. Your precum trickles down onto her fingers. “Ohhhhhh fuuuck…” you moan. Your fingers clench in her hair. You tug her towards your eager, twitching, yearning cock.

Your mother doesn’t need your words for your desire to be clear. Her head darts forward. Her mouth envelops the head of your cock. Your hips give an involuntary buck at the sensation, instinctively wanting to thrust into the warm wetness. She starts to suckle, then bob, her head moving up and down fast, her hand stroking the base of your shaft, where her lips haven’t reached.

Your head lolls back, and you half close your eyes, as you concentrated on the sensation. You never felt anything so amazingly good. Fuck! Your own mother is sucking your cock like she’s starving for your cum. You look down to watch her. The sight and feeling of her driving her mouth down over your cock again and again makes your shaft strain. Her eyes are still looking up, **** to see pleasure and approval on your face.

You smile through your panting and nod to her. Not able to form words right now. Your cock erupts, jetting your cum into your mom’s mouth. She gulps it down eagerly. She holds your cock in her mouth, until its last twitch oozes a dribble of cum out. She pulls back, smiling up at you. “Thank you, honey. Thank you so much. I… feel so much better, knowing that I could please you like that.” She says as she nuzzles her cheek gently against your saliva-coated, sensitive, softening cock.

Your heart is pounding. You feel lightheaded. You manage to unclench your fingers from your mom’s hair. “That was… the best thing… I ever felt, mom.” You tell her in a shaky, spent voice.

She giggles. “Oh… There’s so much more I want you to feel, honey. So much more I want to do for you.”

You realize that school is already starting. If your mom gets dressed and takes you now, you’d only miss half of your first class. You don’t want to go now, though. You want to find out more about what she wants to do for you.