Try to treat her gently and ease her into the idea of being in a ménage with you and Abbie

You hear Abbie head into the bathroom to shower and get ready for her final exam as you walk down the stairs.

When you walk into the kitchen, your mother is keeping herself busy fussing over breakfast. Her face lights up when she sees you. “Hi, Honey. Did you work things out with your sister?” she asks as she puts down what she was working on. She walks over to hug you tightly and kisses the side of your neck. “Now sit down and have a good breakfast. Take your time, if you miss the bus I’ll drive you to school.”

You settle into your seat, and your mom puts a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of you. “I was thinking I might stay home today, Mom,” you tell her. “I want to talk to you. Kind of, well, explain what’s going on with Abbie and me.”

“You never have to explain yourself to me,” your mother says softly, “but if you want to stay home to talk to me, that would be wonderful.” She stands behind you, massaging your shoulders as you eat.

You pat her hand as it kneads your muscles. “Thanks, Mom,” you say as you turn your head to smile up at her. “I just want to make sure that you’ll feel ok as things change between me and Abbie. That it won’t be awkward for you. I mean, you’ll have to live with seeing us being more, um, physically affectionate around the house. Do you think you’ll, I don’t know, be disgusted knowing what your kids are up to?”

Your mother bends down and wraps her arms around you from behind, hugging you tightly. You can feel her big, soft breasts press against the back of your neck. “Nothing you do could ever disgust me, Honey. If being with your sister makes you happy, I’ll be happy for you. I’ll be happy for Abbie, too, knowing she's with such a wonderful man,” she laughs. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but she’s been a bit wild — dating almost anyone and trying anything. If she’s got you to come home to, I’m sure she’ll calm down and not want to run around so much.”

Your mom kisses your cheek. “If anything, maybe I’m a little jealous of Abbie — that she’s going to be getting that kind of attention from you,” she laughs as if she were joking. “If you two are having all that fun with each other, I might be a third wheel around here.”

You push your chair back from the table and take your mother’s hand, guiding her to sit in your lap. You can see her face flush red as she lets you move her and her soft round ass settles onto you. “I don’t want you to feel left out in any way in your own house, Mom,” you tell her. “Tell me honestly what kind of attention you’d like from me.”

Your mom’s face turns a deeper red. She repeats, “Honestly…” her voice becomes quiet. “I want any attention you can give me, Honey. But… I especially want, um, things that a mother shouldn’t want from her son. I want to please you sexually. I want you to use me. I want your cock in me, touching me anywhere that it pleases you. I want your cum, in my pussy, in my mouth, my ass, on my skin.” Her words come tumbling out in a rush. “When I saw Abbie sucking your toe, I wanted you to make me do that — to use me anyway you like. When you told me that you and Abbie were going to defy society and, well, be involved with each other, I wanted you to want me that way, too.”

Your mother shudders. “I can’t believe I’m saying all this out loud. It’s so wrong. So shameful. I must be disgusting you,” she says.

If she had said all this to you just last week, you would have been shocked and ashamed of her behavior. Now, after everything you’ve been through with Abbie, it doesn’t seem outrageous. You also recognize that you made your mother feel this way with the spell, so you have to take responsibility for her. Besides, you can’t deny that she’s a beautiful, sexy woman, and if she wasn’t your mother you wouldn’t think twice about giving her exactly what she just said she wanted.

You stroke your hand up and down her thigh. “Mom, you weren’t disgusted by me and Abbie. Why should I be disgusted by what you’re telling me now?” You ask as you smile at her.

“I, I was disgusted at first. When I thought that Abbie was pushing herself on you to taunt you,” she says. “When I found out that it was consensual — that you wanted it, then I realized it was all OK.”

“It can all be OK with us too, Mom. We all love each other. I want you, just like I want Abbie. We can all have everything we want,” you tell her. You cup her face in your hands and guide it to yours to kiss her. The kiss is soft, lingering, and sensuous. You feel her body relax and press against you.

“Oh god,” your mom sobs. “I know it’s wrong, but it makes me so happy hearing you say that. Her hand strokes up and down your chest. “Thank you, Davey. I’ll do my best to always make you as happy as you just made me.”

You hug her tight. “I know you will, Mom,” you say. “Let’s have some of this delicious-looking breakfast. Then, after Abbie leaves for her final, we can spend the day together.”