You have a question for her

You see your mother coming through the garage door to the washroom off the kitchen. She has a shopping bag in each hand. She smiles wide when she sees you. “Hi, Honey. I saw Abbie’s car in the driveway. Everyone’s home,” she says, sounding excited.

“Hey Mom,” you say, you take the handles of the bags from her, and wrap your arms around her. You pull her soft, warm body against yours, bend your head down to her and kiss her deeply. When you lift your head from the kiss, you call out, “Abs! Mom’s home.”

“I’m upstairs, I’ll be down in a second, Master,” your sister yells back, letting you know she didn’t get into the kitchen in the short time you were kissing your mom. Your mother’s eyebrow raises at hearing Abbie call you Master. She grins at you.

“Take your time,” you tell her. “I want to talk to Mom about something.”

You lead your mother into the kitchen and put the bags down on the counter. “Is there anything else to bring in?” you ask.

She shakes her head. “What do you want to talk to me about?” she licks her lips. “Is it that you want me and Abbie right now, before dinner?” She presses up to you crushing her breasts against your chest and strokes her hand up and down your side.

“Soon. But I need to eat first, to build up some strength,” you chuckle. You cup her soft tit in your hand and squeeze it gently through her top.

Your mother pouts at that answer. “You are already very big, strong young man,” she says, her hand moves to your crotch and cups your balls and stiffening member. “And if you ever did feel too weak or tired, just say so. You could just lie back and let your mother and sister do all the work.” She leans in and kisses your chest. “But if you’re sure you want to eat first, that’s what we’ll do.” She says in a teasing voice.

You nod and clear your throat. Even though you know that the spell is causing your mother to act this way and you remember everything she did this morning, you are still taken by surprise by how sexually forward she is being with you.

“Right now, I want to talk to you… um… about the basement,” you say, improvising. You take her hand and lead her to the door to the basement stairs. You open the door and start walking down the steps.

“The basement?” your mom sounds puzzled and curious.

“Yes. And, you know, what we could do with it,” you tell her. An idea is forming in your mind. “You see, Abbie’s made it pretty clear that she wants, craves, a Dom/sub relationship with me,” you explain. “And some of the things you said this morning, about wanting to kiss my feet after you saw Abbie doing it and liking it when I’m a little mean. I kind of get the idea you might want that, too.” You switch on the light at the bottom of the stairs and look around the small, concrete room, cluttered with shelves and storage bins. “Is that something you’d want, Mom?” you ask her.

“I want anything that makes you happy, Davey,” she answers. Her fingers tighten on your hand. “It would be so exciting to be a subbie for you.”

You sigh. You know that if you told your Mom that’s what you wanted, the spell would make her happy to do it. But part of you wants to know if that kind of relationship would have satisfied her if she weren’t enchanted. “Mom, try to imagine that I’m neutral on the issue. That either way, I’ll be perfectly happy with you. OK? Think about how you would have felt about a new relationship last week with any man. Then tell me the truth. Would you have preferred a vanilla, equal partnership, or would a Dom or a Master have been what you fantasized about.”

“Well… the truth is, I never had an equal partnership. In my fantasies, my dreams, I’m always under someone’s power, a victim, a servant, even a ****. But I’m happy to be anything you want,” she says.

“That’s what I wanted to know,” you grin wide. “So, about the basement. I was thinking we could turn it into a dungeon.”

“That sounds wonderful, Honey… Master.” Your mother’s face lights up with delight. “A secret place where you can take us to treat us cruelly, like your possessions. I love you so much, Master!” She wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you passionately.

You decide it would be a good idea to keep Mom busy for a while, so you kiss her back. Your hand slides down her back to her ass. You pull her tightly against you. She starts grinding against you, moaning low.

She slides down your front to her knees, looks up to you, and says “A **** kneels to her Master, isn’t that right?” in a low, sultry voice. She puts her arms behind her back and spreads her knees apart. “What are you going to do with your ****?