You are shocked by the idea, even though you realize it’s hypocritical

“Tracey!” you gasp out, eyes going wide, “If I enchant them, they’ll need, you know, contact. I can't do that. They’re my mother and sister.”

The blonde girl raises an eyebrow at that and glances meaningfully toward the kitchen, where you can hear her mother preparing dinner. The corners of her lips tug up in a half-smile, half-smirk.

She leans close to you and presses her moist lips softly to your cheek. Her breath is warm on your skin. Her voice becomes a low, tempting murmur, “You can do anything you want, Boss. You’re magic. The only question that matters anymore is what you want.”

Her nose nuzzles gently against your earlobe. “I think you should have anything you want. Whether it’s taboo or even illegal. Social conventions and laws don’t matter when you have the power that you do. The power to make me feel like this. Happier and more fulfilled than I ever dreamed I could.” Her voice drops to a throaty moan. “They could feel this way, too. If you desire.”

A shiver runs through your body. Your palms feel sweaty. “Fuck. You’re tempting me to mind-rape my own mother and sister,” you choke out, barely above a breathy whisper.

She cuddles against you and nods against the side of your neck. “I know how it feels, it doesn’t feel like rape. It feels amazing. But more importantly, I think it’s what you want, deep down. So I want it for you. I see how into owning a pair of mother and daughter slaves you are. Wouldn’t it be even hotter for you to have another set, especially if they were your family? I’ve met your sister, she’s fucking hot. Isn’t your mom pretty, too?”

“Whether my mom is pretty isn’t the point. She’s my mom. It would be so wrong,” you protest.

“You just made me tongue my mother’s ass, then butt-fucked her and made her lick your cock clean after, while I watched,” Tracey giggles. “Don’t try to deny that you get off on wrong, Boss. And you getting off is the only thing that matters.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. You want to explain that you enchanted Tracey before you knew that magic would really work, and you enchanted Ellie to keep her from sending Tracey away to a psychiatric hospital. But you realize you don’t have any excuse for making them have sex with each other. You just did it because it turned you on. You can’t think of a single rational argument for why it would be OK to make Tracey and her mom do dirty things with each other, but not the women in your family.

“I, I don’t know,” you shake your head, trying to dispel the images of Abbie and your mom that this conversation is putting in your mind.

Tracey chuckles deep in her throat. “Mom, would you come in here, please?”

“What is it, Dear?” Ellie asks cheerfully as she walks in, wearing just an apron. When her eyes fall on you, they linger yearningly, hungrily.

“Mom, when I was eating your ass, how did it feel for you?” Tracey asks in a matter-of-fact tone.

Ellie’s face flushes red. “No one ever did that to me before. It felt, well, exciting, taboo, dirty. It almost made me gush.

“I’m sorry, Honey, I know in some part of my mind that I should feel like I’m a terrible mother, for being so turned on by that. I know I was ready to murder your father for what he did to you, and I’m not any better now. But because our Master was watching, because he wanted to see it, it was so sexy. It made me feel complete, owned, and delighted to be owned.” Ellie lets out a whuff of breath. “Fuck, I’ve never felt better in my life, except when Master was actually fucking me.”

Tracey grins at her mother’s response. “Are you glad that I get to feel the same way, since the Boss enchanted me? Would you want anyone you loved to feel this way?”

A broad, warm smile spread across Ellie’s face. She reaches out her hand and strokes her daughter’s silky, blonde hair. “It’s so wonderful that you get to feel like this all the time, too, Sweetheart. All a mother wants is her child to be happy, and because we both belong to our Master, I can be certain of how happy you are.”

Tracey nods in agreement. She turns to you with a triumphant smile, as if the point she made is undeniable. “See, Boss, it would be so easy for your sister and mom to be as happy as we are. Then you wouldn’t have to hide the fact that we are your enchanted fucktoys from them. You’d never have to make up excuses to spend time with us. We could all move in together. Then you wouldn’t waste time going back and forth between two houses. Your life would be so much simpler, so much sexier. And we’d all be much happier because you could spend all your time with us.”

“Oh, that’s a wonderful idea, Tracey,” her mother nods enthusiastically, making her full breasts jiggle under the apron.

“Think about it, Boss,” Tracey purrs, as she leaves a trail of soft, wet kisses along your jawline.