visit, a pact and the value of experience

one of the different Zoes was sleeping, clutching one of her counterparts when she felt a sudden pang of pain.

Waking up with a start she saw herself standing, dressed and taking a couple of steps back to give her space.

Zoe realized she had been kicked.

Zoe: what the fuck? why did you hit me?

after a few seconds Zoe went pale... the other Zoe wasn't a Zoe... it was her mother Cloe! somehow she had discovered them!

Cloe: nice escape attempt, but you didn't think you were running away from your responsibilities did you?

Zoe was worried, she had only just started reading the spell book while her mother was a seasoned witch but maybe she could win with her numbers?

she turned around and tried to wake up the Zoe next to her but she remained **** with a stupid smile on her face.

Cloe: for now the others will stay to sleep, you should calm down after all if I wanted to hurt you I would have done it when I found you all helpless.

Zoe: what do you want?

Cloe: is this the way to talk to your mother miss? do I have to teach you some discipline?

Cloe snapped her fingers rhythmically and prununcio nesciens dormiens possessionem somniorum.

Suddenly the other sleeping Zoes got up like sleepwalkers and went to immobilize the conscious Zoe.

Cloe: See, I'm the one with the advantage of numbers.

Zoe: I give up.

Cloe: Well, then I'll tell you what's going to happen from now on, I'll offer you a deal. You don't leave this dimension until you've learned the entire contents of your grandmother's grimoire and learned a little self-control, in exchange... I'll leave you this.

Cloe pulled out a rope, the same one used by the Zoes for the fusion ritual.

Zoe: What? Why?

Cloe: Zoe, Zoe you know I also experienced what you're doing when I was young, I guess I'm a little nostalgic... so my little girl I'll show you the difference between us not only as witches but also as a woman.

suddenly the other Zoes fell to the floor like puppets with cut strings.

Cloe pulled herself up from the floor and the mass of other Zoes and kissed her.

Zoe could feel something different, a different energy in the way her mother kissed her, where she was frantic her mother was slow but dominant, no matter how she tried cloe's tongue was in her mouth, Zoe was unable to break the kiss or push her away and she was unable to respond either.

after minutes of Zoe barely breathing Cloe broke her kiss but there was no respite, in a move that seemed to be taken from a martial arts movie Zoe was flipped onto the floor and facing away from her mother.

with her left arm Cloe strangled her daughter enough to keep her weak while with her right hand she began to touch her, Zoe couldn't believe it wherever her mother touched she went up in flames, a pleasure not unlike that obtained by merging with herself, Zoe just wanted to enjoy all of this, her mind clouded by the lack of oxygen and pleasure was no longer able to process anything, she was putty in her mother's hands.

Cloe had infinite experience in giving pleasure, breaking her daughter? It was an easy game, Zoe hadn't even been touched in the pelvis but she was already coming several times.

after several minutes Zoe collapsed without strength.

Cloe lay down on her face to face, Zoe at that moment noticed something else, her mother looked much younger, she looked like in the photos of her wedding when she was thirty!

Cloe: remember this little girl, I'll come by in a few weeks to see how you're doing, if you do well I might give you some rewards, if you do badly... well I guess you might like the punishment too.

Cloe gave her daughter a kiss on the lips and then disappeared, leaving Zoe alone to try to figure out what? how? why? of all that had happened.