Admit to experimenting with magic, but don't confess to everything

You swallow hard. You consider trying to act like you’re just part of a weird dream your mom is having, then denying everything when she wakes up. You have no idea how to act like you would in your mother’s dream, though.

“I swear, Mom,” you say, “I had no idea that magic would really work. I was just goofing around.” Even with your new deeper voice, you sound a kind of high-pitched and nervous.

“Where did you even learn how to cast a spell?” she asks, glaring at you across the table.

You realize that it would be a very bad idea to tell your mom about the website. She’d want to see it. Then she’d find the enchantment spell. If she put that together with the way Abbie has been acting, it would be disastrous.

“It was just this stupid urban legend that’s been going around. A guy I know told me about it. I honestly didn’t think it would work,” you tell her, hoping she’ll accept that.

Your mom looks at you skeptically. “And the way you look? What’s that about?” she asks pointedly.

This really does have you confused. You haven’t seen what you look like in her dream. You thought maybe you were muscular in the harem guard outfit so that you’d blend in with the other guards. You shrug, “I don’t know. It’s a dream, anything can happen, right? Maybe I’m dreaming I look like this.”

“David, in dreams, dreamers look the way they picture themselves. It’s a thing you can’t change. You match your mental image of yourself. If you actually see yourself as looking this way, I can’t believe there’s any way you’d be **** to talk to girls,” your mother explains. A full-length mirror appears standing on the floor next to her. You can see yourself now. You look exactly as you had imagined yourself becoming when you cast the Blessing of Adonis. You look mostly like yourself, but more muscular and rugged You have piercing eyes, wavy black hair, and just the barest shadow of stubble on your now more square jawline. It's like you're looking at your buffer, more handsome twin brother.

“Did you cast any other spells?” she demands.

If you tell her no, she’ll keep pressing you. Besides that, she won’t forget how you look here. When the spell gets you to look like this in reality, she’ll know you were lying. You have to tell the truth on this one. Maybe that will satisfy her. It might keep her from digging more and learning about what you did to Abbie.

You clear your throat. “Well, um, there was one other spell, it was supposed to make me handsome. But I just did it before I went to sleep. It wasn’t supposed to be like a sudden change that everyone could notice.”

“Fuck!” your mom growls to herself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You’re surprised to hear that word from her mouth. She rarely uses profanity. “You even look more like him now,” she mutters.

She shakes her head. “You messed with things you don’t understand the first thing about. You can’t use magic without believing on some deep level in the outcome. I’ve been told it’s about wanting something so bad that you believe you deserve it, and that changes the universe. Changing how you see yourself is the first step to changing what you look like.” She sighs. “I had hoped I didn’t raise you to be such a conceited, self-centered dick.”

You frown at your mother’s insult. You spent 18 years being a nervous dork, invisible to girls. You do deserve to see yourself as better than that. Maybe it should be your turn to get some attention.

Then your frown deepens in puzzlement. “Mom, how do you know about how magic works? Can you do magic?” you ask.

“Never mind that. The things I know, that you don’t, could fill several books, young man,” she replies sternly. “And even if I could cast magic spells, I wouldn’t, because I know better.” Her eyes meet yours in a steady gaze.

“I want you to tell me all the spells you’ve learned about. All the spells you’ve cast. Who exactly told you about them.”

“It’s just the spell to make me handsome and the dream-walking spell, Mom. I swear,” you reply, hoping she buys it. “I cast them both for the first time tonight.”

“I’m the first person whose dreams you wanted to spy on? Your own mother?” she asks sounding both surprised and a little upset by the idea.

You think her attitude is a bit hypocritical, considering that she seemed willing to get busy with her own son in her dreams. It occurs to you that she’s been controlling the dream. She changed the scene and your clothes, she made the mirror appear. If she can do that, she could have made up someone who looks like anyone, but she was going to fuck her dream version of you. You file that bit if information away, but you know better than to confront her with it now. Better to come up with a believable excuse.

“The spell needed something the subject had held. So I grabbed your toothbrush. Abbie was out, and you were asleep, so I thought you’d be a better test. I didn’t think of it as spying, Mom — just a dumb experiment. I didn’t even think it could work,” you tell her.

You can’t tell how much she believes you. From the way she sets her jaw and stares at you, you can see she’s not fully satisfied though. “Who told you about the spells?” she asks.

“I was hanging out with a bunch of guys at lunch. They were talking about starting a D&D game,” you say, making up a story you think sounds most believable. “Someone started talking about magic. Then a guy I kinda know, named Ted I think, mentioned that he heard about magic spells that can actually work. Everyone thought it was a big joke.”

Your mother keeps grilling you, asking you for more and more details. You’re getting tired, and are afraid of slipping up. At one point, you try to wake yourself. You blink hard and make tight fists. You even punch your thigh.

Your mom notices. She smirks at you. “Another thing I know, that you don’t, is that you can’t wake yourself from someone else’s dream. You’re here until something wakes one of us up, or I wake up naturally. So you might as well relax and answer my questions truthfully because we will be here all night.” She shakes her head. “And tomorrow, you’re gonna be a zombie. It’ll be like you stayed awake all night. Maybe that experience will give you a little lesson about messing with magic.”

“Now, did this Ted character say where he heard about these spells?” she continues.

The conversation goes on for hours. Mom seems not to be getting tired at all. Why would she? She’s sleeping and dreaming. You are starting to feel very ragged though.

You feel a hand on your cock. You look down and see one of the dark-haired, olive-skinned slavegirls from the harem is under the breakfast table, pulling your dick from your jeans. She leans in and starts sucking. You blink, things are looking fuzzy and dark.

Your mother scowls. “David! This is not appropriate,” she says, horrified. “Where are you go…”

You blink again and you are in your bed. Lips are slowly sliding down your cock, a wet tongue caresses the underside of your shaft.

“Fuck! Abbie,” you hiss low and urgently. “Mom’s coming. Quick! Go to your room and pretend to be asleep.”

Your sister scrambles to get out from under the covers and rushes to her own room.

Your mother strides down the hall to your room, pulling her robe on over her pajamas. She stops at your door, flicks on the light switch, and looks around your room. “What was that about? What woke you?” she demands.

You’re breathing hard. “I don’t know,” you pant out. Your voice is back to what sounds normal to you, if a bit panicked. “I didn’t do it on purpose. It… I don’t know… could it have just been the start of a wet dream waking me up?” you feel awkward mentioning that possibility to your mother, but it’s better than admitting your sister was waking you with a blowjob.

She frowns, “I don’t know,” she says, still sounding suspicious, but she doesn’t see anything else in your room to explain it. She goes downstairs to check that the doors are all closed and locked.

You flop back on your pillow. As the adrenaline leaves your system, you start shaking. Your eyelids feel like lead with sand under them. You drag yourself out of bed and head to the bathroom to shower as your mother is coming back up the stairs. “We aren’t done with this conversation, young man,” she tells you in a stern voice, “but for now, get to school. Don’t talk about magic with your friends anymore, and especially don’t tell anyone that the spells worked for you.”

You drag yourself through showering. When you look in the mirror, you see you need a shave. Usually, you can go two days between shaving without noticing. You’re too tired this morning and just leave the stubble. Maybe the Adonis spell is working. You feel a little better thinking about the reflection you saw in your mom’s dream, and wonder how long it will take to get there. You’re famished, so you grab an extra-large breakfast. Then you shuffle to the corner to catch the bus.

You fall asleep on the way to school and nod off in a couple of your classes. During your lunch period, only your hunger sending you back for seconds keeps you awake, instead of putting your head down on the cafeteria table to nap. You just want to get back to bed and sleep. When you get home, you see Abbie’s car in the driveway. As you walk in the door, she calls out, “Stretch?”

You follow your sister’s voice to her bedroom, where she’s waiting for you, naked on her bed. “Hi Daddy,” she says with a cute pout. “You didn’t let me suck you this morning. I need you.”