You’ve got some problems to address. Maybe magic can solve them

After resting for a little while, you realize that Tracey’s mother will come home at some point, so if you are going to do any magic, it should be soon. You climb out of the pile of feminine flesh that’s pressed around you, pull on your boxers and jeans, and take a seat in front of Tracey’s laptop.

You find the magic website again, to read through the spells more carefully. The first one you look at is the birth control spell — the Shield of Mylitta. “Fuck!” you groan as you read the details. The Inuus spell counteracts it, so it won’t work on you now.

None of the other spells look like they will get you out of any of the problems you’ve got without enchanting more women.

At least the Blessing of Aegle at least doesn't have any downsides. It can keep you and anyone you’ve mentally influenced healthy and young for a long time. There’s no reason not to cast it. You send Tracey to grab the herbs you need from her kitchen. Once you have them, you carefully follow the directions and perform the ritual four times, for yourself and each of the girls.

When you’re done with that, you turn the desk chair to look at your harem. “Help me think this one out. What are our options, and what are the pluses and minuses of each? We’ve got hairs from Tracey’s mom and Ms. Fellows.”

Abbie looks at you with a puzzled frown. “Ms. Fellows? The English teacher? Why? I mean, other than she’s a piece of ass and you want her. Which I suppose is a good enough reason, if that’s what you want.”

“She caught me and Leah in the girls’ bathroom,” you explain. “I was thinking if we enchant her she won’t report us. Leah’s parents are super religious and conservative. If they find out Leah was giving me a blowjob in a restroom, we don’t know what they’ll do. If Mom finds out about it, she’ll figure out I used the enchantment spell. I’m pretty sure she knows more about magic than she’s telling us, so that probably wouldn’t go well either.

Abbie nods. Then she slips out of the bed and grabs her shorts off the floor. “Well, speaking of Mom. There is another way you could handle her,” she says with a grin as she pulls a plastic baggie out of the pocket.

“Abbie?!” You shake your head.

“You know it has to be an option, Stretch. I just made sure you could do it if you decided you needed to, or wanted to.” She drops the baggie on the desk next to the laptop.

“OK,” you sigh. “Ms. Fellows, my mom, and Tracey’s mom are all options. What should I do? What are the pros and cons?”

Leah speaks up. “If you enchant Ms. Fellows, that would keep her from reporting us. That way my parents wouldn’t go ballistic. And she must have a place we can use to get together.”

You nod. “Controlling Ms. Fellows would keep your parents and my mom from finding out about us. That would be damage control, at least.”

“Do any of you know anything about Ms. Fellows’ home life?” Abbie asked. “She might have a live-in boyfriend. Or even girlfriend.” She smiles at Tracey and Leah. “Or a housemate. She might even be married and use Ms instead of Mrs. Even if she doesn’t live with anyone, what kind of excuse would work for all of us going over to her house every day? It would look kind of weird — three high school kids and a 20-something suddenly hanging out with a teacher all the time. I’m not against you enslaving any hot bitch you want, Stretch, but you can't count on being able to use her place as your fuckpad.”

Leah frowned deeply at that. “I, I guess. I was just hoping to keep all this from my parents.”

You step over to Leah and stroke her hair. “I know. But you were going to have to let them know something about us at some point though. You couldn’t hide things from them forever.”

“If you enchant my mom, Leah could move in with us,” Tracey suggests. She put an arm around Leah. “You’re 18, Lee-lee. They can’t legally make you do anything. You might be happier if you came out and got away from their judgmental attitude."

“Would you be ok with that?” You ask Leah.

“I’d miss my folks, but if it’s what you want and the way I could be with you, I’d do it in a heartbeat and not look back,” she assures you.

“Then we’d have my house to use for now, and my mom has real estate connections and money to set us up with a place wherever we decide to go to college.” Tracey said, looking at you for approval.

“If you’re worried about Mom suspecting that you’re slinging spells around because you got some head in the girls’ room, don’t you think she’ll know something’s up if instead of staying home and going to school nearby, you move away with two girls, one of their moms, and me?” Abbie points out.

You haven’t had a chance yet to think about long-term living arrangements. You could probably get away with visiting Tracey’s house daily to get time with all your enchanted slaves, without raising too much suspicion. But come next fall, that would mean both girls giving up their dream schools and going to the local community college. Plus, it would just put things off for a couple of years. After college what would you do? You want to live with all of your slaves together under one roof eventually.