You deny and try to cover up everything

“That?” you try to say casually, even though it feels like your heart is trying to jump out your throat. “It’s just a weird website I came across. That was what I was showing Abbie. I thought it was hysterical that someone would register a website for something that stupid and obviously fake.”

As you speak, your mother is watching your face closely. From her expression, she doesn’t think it’s funny, and you’re not sure she’s buying your explanation. “So, you didn’t try casting this spell, or any other?” she asks in a stern voice. “You weren’t even tempted by the idea of making a girl into your devoted and obedient love ****?”

“To be tempted, I’d have to think there was even a slight chance that something so absurd is real, Mom,” you explain, which is kind of true, you didn’t really believe it the first time you tried it. “If something like that were possible, as easy as lighting a candle and chanting some words, wouldn’t every woman out there be some guy’s ****? Besides, if it was real, it would be so sketchy, like not consensual.”

Your mother narrows her eyes and studies you, “I’m glad I taught you that much at least about consent and respecting women,” she grumbles. “I don’t want you messing around with magic spells or anything else like this.”

“Mom, it’s not like magic is real. It’s just a joke,” you say, hoping she believes that you wouldn’t have even bothered to try casting a spell. “I never thought you were superstitious and believed in

“David, you’re just 18. There are a lot of things you don’t know,” she sighed. Then she called, “Abbie, you should hear this, too. Come here please.”

Abbie walked in, she must have been standing out in the hallway. Once she was in your room, your mother continued, “I’ve seen people ruin lives with… when they go in for this stuff. I don’t want either of you to ever get involved with anything that claims to be magic or supernatural. Not even as a joke, or if it seems harmless.”

“Beanpole didn’t mean any harm, Mom. He was just showing me something funny he found online,” Abbie says, trying to mollify your mom.

Your mother shook her head. “There’s nothing funny about it. Like I said, I’ve seen the harm it can cause.”

“Mom,” Abbie asks, “what kind of harm are you talking about? How could something that isn’t real hurt anyone?”

Mom snorted, “Ask the people hanged in Salem. Besides, just because you don’t believe in something doesn't mean it can't bite you on the ass. Some people do believe in that garbage, so you need to take it seriously and keep away from it.”

This is sounding more and more like something your mother has some kind of personal experience with. You’d like to find out more — learn what she knows, but you don’t know how to do that without making her think you’re curious about magic, which would just make her more suspicious.

“OK, Mom,” you tell your mom. “We get it. No messing around with this website or anything else magical.” You don’t like outright lying to her, but you don’t see any other good option right now.

Your mother glares at you one more time, then shuts the browser window with the spell. “You should get to sleep, Dave. You have school tomorrow,” she tells you before she heads out of the room.

You nod to Abbie, to let her know she should go to. She gives you a lingering look, then heads to her own room.

You’re tempted to look up the website again, to see if there’s some other spell on it that will help with this situation. There’s too much of a chance of your mom catching you right now though. You run through in your mind the spells you remember reading about. The only one that seems likely to be of any use would be going into your mom’s dreams. You could ask her about everything she knows, and when she wakes up, she’d think it was all just a dream.

It’s too risky to try it now though, so you get to bed. It takes a while to calm down after all you’ve been through, but eventually you fall asleep.

You wake up to the feeling of a warm, wet mouth sliding up and down on your hard cock. You open your eyes and lift the covers to see Abbie curled up, her head slowly bobbing up and down, taking your shaft deep into her mouth, almost to the point of gagging, then twisting her head back and forth as she pulls back until just the head is between her lips. You want her to keep doing that forever, but you are worried about your mother walking in and seeing it.

You grab her by the hair and pull her slowly, but firmly off your shaft. “What are you doing?” You hiss low.

She giggles softly, “Pretty obvious, I’m giving you your morning blowjob. I know how much guys like that.”

"But Mom is in the house and suspicious already since she saw the website,” you protest. “It’s way too risky. You should go back to your own bed. We’ll have the house to ourselves this afternoon when Mom’s at work.”

Abbie pouts when you tell her to go back to her bed. She grins as she gets out of your bed, “Not all to ourselves, Master. Won’t your other slaves be joining us?”

You had almost forgotten about Tracey and Leah needing your attention. Having them hanging around all the time is just going to make your mother even more suspicious. “Maybe today, but we’ve got to find another place soon, so Mom doesn’t come home early and catch on to what’s going on. And don’t call me master or talk about slaves until I get this all worked out.”

Abbie leans over and kisses you, “So your plan to take Tracey’s mom is still on so you can turn her house into your fuck-pad?”

You hold your temples and close your eyes. “I don’t know. Things are getting out of control. Adding another when Mom is certain to be keeping her eye on me doesn’t feel safe.”

Abbie stops at your door, and turns back to look at you smiling wide, “If you enchanted Mom, that would solve both problems.”

You stare at your sister in disbelief, “Abbie, that’s Mom you’re talking about! She’s, she’s our mom!”

“I know, and I’m your sister. And I’m sure you were planning to make Tracey and her mom get it on. It’s a little late to claim you’re squicked by ****, Beanpole.” She slipped out your door and was gone.