Billy Thomms

Mrs. Thomms’ face drops upon hearing the name of her teenage son, who happens to be a student in Jazmin’s class. She looks as if she wants to be angry but just isn’t capable due to her inherent niceness and current exhaustion.

“I don’t think it’s funny to lie.” She says quietly.

“It’s not a lie. He’s been using his beautiful cock to get girls to do stuff all year. Remember the broken window in the science lab or the stolen textbooks in February?”

A silent response. Mrs. Thomms thinks.

“Call him in and ask him yourself” Jazmin insists.

More silence. Mrs. Thomms looks down at her poking nipples “you’re trying to pull something here, aren’t you?”

“Call him in” Jazmin repeats.

And the longest, quietest pause of her life. Jazmin brushes her fingertips gently agains the voodoo doll.

Mrs. Thomms buzzez her intercom. “Cynthia, call my son in here please”

A voice responds. “Right away. Also we’re getting reports of something strange happening in the cafeteria. We thought...”

“Send the Vice Principal to figure it out” Mrs. Thomms interrupts. “I want my son in here”

Then she glances up at Jazmin who returns her look of uncertainty with a big toothy smile.

After more awkward moments, Billy arrives, a handsome young man, with short brownish reddish hair and facial features similar enough to his mother that even a stranger would see the relation.

“Bill, come in. We need you to clear something up for us.” Mrs Thomms says.

“Okay, sure” Billy answers as he takes a seat.

And Jazmin knows he’s going to clarify things well, since her fellow witch Chrissy has already placed a spell on him; a spell that makes him affirm and agree to everything that’s asked of him.

Mrs. Thomms takes a deep breath. Jazmin can only imagine what state her mind is in. “Did you tell Jazmin to vandalize the lockers in the girls locker room?”

Billy looks at Jazmin, then looks at his mother and principal. “Yes”

“Is this something you do a lot of with the girls in this school?”

“...yes”

Mrs. Thomms is deflated. “Why?”

Billy waffles “I don’t know.”

Jazmin scoots her seat over. She places a hand on his upper leg. Her other hand is still in her handbag, her thumb just pressing, not rubbing, on the doll’s crotch.

“It’s okay Bill, you can tell her the truth.” She says biting her lip, rubbing his thigh, putting on a show for Billy. And for his mother too.

“Yeah?”

“You can tell her about how you’ve been trying to get her attention all year but none of the other things have worked so you thought you’d just let the whole school know that she has a hairy twat.”

Billy looks at Jazmin and smiles. A bulge begins to grow in his pants. Then he looks at his mom. “It’s true.”

“That you feel like she’s so busy with school she doesn’t really see you. But you make up for it by seeing her lots. You even spy on her. Isn’t that what you told me?” Jazmin glances over at Mrs. Thomms. She’s just watching, her chest heaving.

“Yes” Billy answers.

“Which is why you know what her pussy looks like. Because you like looking at it.”

“He told you that?” Mrs. Thomms’ voice is quivering. What a mess her mind must be.

“Ask him yourself”

“Billy.... did you?”

“Yes”

“Well I guess she’s noticed you now, Billy” Jazmin says.

“Yes” Billy smiles.

There’s a lull in the room. A sense of ‘what now?’ But Jazmin know what now. She grabs Billy’s bulge. Mrs. Thomms leans forward, shocked but inching to get a better view.

“Now you know what’s only fair don’t you?” Jazmin asks the aroused boy.

“I think so, yes.”

“You’ve seen your mom’s pussy. So she should see your cock, don’t you think?” Jazmin turns to Mrs. Thomms “don’t you think?”

“I... I... don’t...” she can’t get out much more than that. Jazmin is already unbuckling her son’s belt, unzipping his fly, pulling his jeans to his ankles.

And once they’re there, his cock is pushing through his underwear with such intensity it might as well be exposed.

Jazmin pulls it out, freeing it, letting it come into the cool air and his mother’s sight.

There’s no spell at work here, just luck. It is a beautiful cock.

Jazmin looks at Mrs. Thomms. She’s staring at her son’s fully erect member. She’s groping her breasts. It’s over. She’s won.

“But now you know what’s only fair?” Jazmin asks.