Sacred Vow

Coldly, she watched him leave. “He wants to make you a Mortal.” And she turned her gaze on her, “And he’s doing a good job of it, too! You know we witches receive our powers through contact with Nature! That’s why we go nude!” The invisible living energy that surrounded her returned to being invisible and its illusion that she was clothed disappeared.

Being able to do most anything with her magic, her 5’ 6” body was as firm and perfectly hourglass as any forty-something, human MILF but without anything to mar its complexion. Only the demands of staying in touch with this reality kept her from having the figure of a teenager. And anything larger than a B cup she considered gauche. She then zapped off daughter’s clothes.

Samantha ‘s 34B, 36-24-36 body was revealed along its entire 5’ 8” length. Unlike her mother, though, she had pubic hair and showed the beginnings of stubble on her legs. It disgusted Endora that she would stoop to the manual labour of shaving her legs, not to mention applying makeup. But other than that, she was beautiful and naturally sexy. Now, she just had to be reminded to be sexual.

“Can you believe I forgot my keys?” Darren said, coming in.

The caftan spell automatically “dressed” Endora around Mortals.

But Samantha’s clothes had been real. She remained nude. And Darren saw his wife nude.

But only for seconds. -The blonde witch gestured her witch’s traveling clothes on (also an illusion), realized her mistake and twitched her nose for her human clothes to reappear on her.

Flash! Out of the Polaroid camera that Endora now held came a photograph of her daughter as she had been seconds earlier, au naturel. “Here,” she offered it to Durwood. “A picture for a thousand words from you.”

Darren glowered at her, but only snatched up his keys from the table by the door. “Keep your clothes on until I get home, Sam. And remember to “cleave only to your husband”! You made a wedding vow, and you said your magic will hold you to it!”

“Yes, it will,” she smiled.