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To Live Forever

By: Decayed Angel





To Live Forever



I came home from work on a Thursday evening to find, of all things, a small baby sparrow, barely able to keep its eyes open and clearly unable to fly, hopping along the wall beneath the window of my apartment as it chirped constantly, pleading for help. At first, I looked around for a hidden nest, surprised that there might be one nearby as I had not noticed any fowl activity around the building in recent days or even weeks. Not surprisingly, I did not find a nest, nor did I see any parents nearby looking down upon the fallen hatchling. 

My next instinct was to pick up the young bird and move it to a safer location, especially to somewhere where it would be less likely to hurt itself. It was with great pity that I watched the small sparrow hop along the wall beneath my window, practically throwing itself into the immovable object while gaining at most a half-centimeter of altitude as it instinctively attempted to fly. But flight was clearly not possible, not yet, and my brain stopped me from acting upon my instinct, reasoning that if the parent birds were to come back and somehow assist the youngling, they would immediately reject their offspring if they smelled my scent upon its small feathery body. 

For several moments, I simply watched and listened, uncertain of what I could do to assist the young sparrow. Then I was even more surprised, for I had never before heard of a wild bird being born in August, not even in a generally warm winter climate like in southern Arizona. 

Perhaps that was "reason enough" for the parents to reject this hatchling. Perhaps they (instinctively?) assumed that the young bird would not survive the first winter even if they were able to somehow provide assistance. 

Or, I thought, perhaps the nest was simply too far away, and the young sparrow would not survive the return trip to the nest. Then again, assuming that sparrows do not build their nests on the ground, how would the parents be able to lift the hatchling up to the nest? 

Knowing that I would be responsible for the young bird's imminent and untimely death if I touched it, I left the sparrow alone. I watched for a few more seconds, my heart torn as I watched the hatchling practically beat itself to death against the white wall. What made the situation even more pitiful was the near-constant chirping, a sound I typically enjoy hearing. 

...but not given this particular situation. 

At last, I unlocked and opened the door and stepped into my apartment. Even with the door closed and locked, even with the air conditioning unit turned on, I could still hear the soft near-incessant chirping. It took several hours of watching the latest news of the Middle East conflict to finally wipe the young sparrow from my mind. 

Yet that night, after I stepped from the shower, with the A/C off and the window open, I could hear those chirps yet again, those soft calls for help. Those were the last things I heard as I fell asleep... 

*****

By morning, I had fortunately "forgotten" about the young bird. My dreams still flooded my mind even though I was fully awake. Turning on CNN, the news of the East Coast heat wave filtered into my mind to chase away the dreams, and I slowly went on with my morning, fixing and eating breakfast before finally preparing to go to the office. 

When I opened the door to leave my apartment, however, my heart practically seized, for about a foot away from the door, the small sparrow lay on its side, inert. 

No motion. 

No sound. 

No life. 

I paused for a moment, contemplating the unfortunate vision before me. But my sense of duty urged me to hurry to the bus stop to go to work, and as I turned my back on the young fowl, I hoped that the building manager would come across the young sparrow during the day and take it away. 

*****

I returned from the office in a fairly good mood, sorting through the mail I had received as I walked toward my apartment until, to my dismay, I saw it. 

The lifeless sparrow was still there, in the same position. 

Again, I struggled over what to do in this situation. A few moments later, I stepped into my apartment and closed and locked the door. 

I definitely felt no desire to cook, yet since I had not eaten lunch due to the non-stop reports and conference calls and training sessions at work, I decided to order pizza. It was only after the order had been placed, however, that I realized that I had no choice but to remove the bird from in front of my apartment, and it needed to be done before dinner was delivered. 

Living in the middle of a city, there was no place nearby where I could properly bury the young sparrow. I wondered what I could possibly do which was proper in this situation. 

In the end, I realized that simply taking the time to remove the lifeless bird and recognize its existence would be a better treatment than it had probably received in life... even from me. 

In the closet, I found an empty cardboard box. I ripped off one of the flaps, then went outside. Kneeling before the inert bird, I wondered what its life could have been like, but found that to be too depressing. Carefully, I slid the flap underneath the bird, too keenly aware of the lack of reaction, and placed the bird and the flap into the box. Closing the box, I took a short yet long walk to the big trash dumpster, the only place I could possibly take the sparrow, and threw the box away like any other piece of trash. 

The walk back to my apartment was even longer, and I hoped that I had done the right thing by essentially throwing the young bird away. 

Almost certainly, I am the only human who ever "knew" this young sparrow. But now, at least through words, the young bird may live forever.



To Live Forever



(A note that I am not promoting this kind of behavior; devil worship, incest, murder, etc. These themes are used only to shock and maintain suspense, not to offend. None of the characters or events are real, obviously, and I look forward to exploring more extreme ideas in the future... maybe.)

*

Prologue

She was everything to him. He hadn't known anything in his life that could amount to the feelings he had for her, and he would never have it any other way. She stared into his eyes from just a few feet away, concentrated on his own. Her long dark brown hair hung over her shoulders in twisted locks, the cool night breeze had danced them into their artful pose. Her soft skin had never suffered a blemish or scratch, it was as smooth as an angel's. Her face was the most beautiful he had ever seen, it shone in the darkness of the room they occupied with warmth. The frame of her body was small, and he wanted to protect her frail and innocent entity from all the dangers of the world outside his embrace. 

It was in her eyes that he could see. She needed him, his protection, his love, his need, his attention, and his life. His whole world belonged to her, ever since they had met that day at the company Christmas party. He had never known love until now, for no woman had ever given him even a second thought. He had been a lonely man these forty years, and she was the same. He never questioned how such a gorgeous lady could ever find such a fellow as himself attractive, he was never one to question a good thing. They belonged to each other, and that was all that mattered.

Two years they had been together, and she was still as mysterious to him as she was when they met. He didn't care. 

"Say something..." she requested in a hushed whisper.

Their eyes never broke their mutual gaze, "It feels different somehow..."

She could now hear his heavy breathing, matching the rhythm of his heaving chest. "Tonight is the night, Jonathan."

He was in a daze, the words blew through him as if he were in some sleepless or drunken state. His mind asked what they meant, but his heart dismissed them as nervous chatter.

"Farrah..." he breathed.

"Shh," she stepped forward, placing a slender finger to his mouth. "You feel it, don't you?" 

He breathed a couple times more as the chills crept through his body, almost numbing him completely. "Yes," he breathed again. "What is it...?"

"It is our destiny," she whispered as she leaned forward to peck him on his lips. 

He understood this. She was his destiny. This was how everything was supposed to be, and his life was finally perfect. Soon, they would be married. They could buy that house they were looking at out by the beach, she could quit her job. They would start a family. Forty was late, but not too late.

He wrapped his arms around her; she was so small in his embrace. She needed protection, needed love. He would give her that. They kissed slowly, treasuring the moment equally. Hands slid up and down their bodies as they stripped away the clothes off one another and fell back on the large, comfortable bed.

Her naked body shone in the moonlight as she moved on top of him. There would be no playing games tonight, only passion and emotion. She reached a hand down and softly stroked his member to life with her warm and silky hand, a look of lust on her face as he stared up in awe.

"Tell me you're ready," she whispered as she bent down to kiss his face.

"I'm ready, Farrah..." he moaned.

A smile threatened to smear across her face as she hears those words. Grabbing his throbbing pipe, she steered it gently inside of her. A whispered sigh escaped her lips as it penetrated her, a feeling unlike any other washed over them both as his stiff rod sank to her inner depths.

Their breathing became faster as she began her up and down movements. It felt good to her, but she knew it would not last long. Jonathan had never had sex before, and she had made him wait too long.

"F...Far.."

"Shh," she caressed his chest reassuringly. "Just a little more, Jonathan..."

"I... I can't..." he muttered.

"You have to!" she heaved louder. Her pace increased, her round breasts rising and falling rapidly. 

"I..." Jonathan shut his eyes tightly, trying his best to last just a few seconds longer. It would make her happy. "I love you..."

She looked down at his face as he opened his eyes to meet her gaze. "I'm sorry, Jonathan," she spoke in a regular tone of voice. 

He had no time to question as she reached down to lock their lips tightly together. His body tensed and he began to cum inside her. It was a moment of warmth for him, tenderness of love. He moaned through their kiss as he released himself inside of her body, he was enjoying absolute bliss at that moment. 

She felt every stream shoot into her, each shot made him tremble beneath her. But the sensation was leaving her, and a numbness crept through her entire body, for she did not care for him at all.

He felt so good, yet something in his mind told him something was wrong. He came and came with no end, and as each stream entered her he felt more and more as if he was slipping away to the darkness.

"Just a little more, and it will be over," she broke the kiss.

"I..." he tried to talk, but his energy was depleting at too high a level.

Farrah was fully numb now, not able to feel a thing as the last of his life force left his body and entered her own.

In that last moment of bliss, Jonathan took a deep breath to satisfy his end, and the darkness took over his world.

Feeling returned to Farrah's body all at once, and a burst of energy alongside it. Carefully, she slipped apart from the deceased body beneath her and moved closer to the moonlit window. She examined her hands, smoother and paler than she could ever remember. Looked down at her frame, it seemed even smaller than before. Her abs dipped inward at the curves, and her ghostly reflection revealed a much more youthful face.

"It worked..." she was too surprised to smile. She looked back to the dead man on her bed. The poor bastard meant nothing to anyone, and now, he never would. He was the perfect choice.

Reaching her hands down to her skinny stomach, she traced them gently up and down. She knew there was now a baby growing inside of her, one that she would raise to adulthood as a mother should, and love as she had never been able to before.

It was time to celebrate her renewed life as a twenty year old girl.

Chapter 1

(19 years later...)

"I'm just not into it tonight..." was all Paul could say.

Tina sighed heavily and rolled off of him. The stunning young 19 year old blonde was getting extremely frustrated with her boyfriend's odd behavior of recent, he just didn't seem interested in her anymore. To an extent it was true, but it killed him to think about it so plainly. She used to be the most attractive girl he had ever seen, but lately, something just wasn't doing it for him anymore.

"Is there someone else?" Tina stared up at the ceiling from his bed.

"Tina, cut the bullshit."

"Well what else am I supposed to think? You used to worship me like I was a goddess or something, now you won't even look me in the eye."

Paul let out a deep breath turned to her, putting his hand on her face and staring into her beautiful face, "I've been under a lot of pressure, and I just don't think this is the best way to deal with it. I hafta get into a good College or my parents will flip."

Tina put on her best moping face as she stood up, "Now who's bullshitting?"

"Tina,"

"Fuck you," she stormed out of his bedroom angrily as he fell back on his pillow sleepily. 

The door was still open a crack when his dad peeked his head inside, "Trouble in Paradise?"

"Go away, dad," Paul replied.

"Nice welcome home, son," Paul's father had been away on 'business' the last couple weeks. The man was never around, it was as if he was some distant relative that could care less about Paul or his mother.

"Yeah well it's a nicer one than you'll get when mom comes home."

Paul's old man knew it was the truth, and he didn't bother trying to pretend like it wasn't. He and Paul's mother had been having problems since the beginning, Paul was only 3 years old when they married. His name was Rick, a fairly wealthy business exec with an entire office full of hot young secretaries he liked to think were just begging for it. He spent most of his time with these interesting other women, trying to forget that he was in a loveless marriage with a woman who seemingly used him for the financial security from the start. He knew it. She knew it. Paul knew it.

"Where is she?"

"In a business meeting," a smile ran across Paul's face. He knew it would burn the man, the thought that his bitch of a wife was out on a date openly, while he still had to deny his constant cheating to come off as the respectable husband.

"Funny,"

"I wouldn't wait around."

"I can't anyways, I've got a..." Rick stammered.

"Tramp in your car?"

"You know what, Paul? You need to show me some fucking respect. Someday you're gonna learn that the hard way," Rick became very serious.

Paul got up and walked to the window to look outside at Rick's silver Volvo. Sure enough, a woman was in the passenger seat. "I'll wait my turn," he smiled again.

"Fucking ungrateful son of a bitch," Rick mumbled as he left his son's presence.

Paul was glad the prick had gone again. The man just had no place in their lives anymore, and it was time to move on. 

It wasn't until a few hours later that his mother came home from her date. Paul sat bored in the living room, flicking past the same 50 stations on the television over and over again. She looked tired, but gorgeous as ever. For a forty year old woman she had the figure of someone 10 years younger, beautifully smooth skin, a tight ass and noticeably large bosoms.

"How'd it go?" Paul greeted her by jumping up from the couch.

"Another boring old man," she smiled sadly.

"Sorry to hear," Paul didn't know what to say. "Dad stopped by,"

"Oh, did he?" 

"He's uh... gone somewhere again."

"Doesn't matter, sweetie," she assured him. "I don't need him around any more than you do."

Paul's mother bent down, having a hard time taking her high heeled shoes off. The tight black dress she wore was quite revealing, and Paul's eyes immediately radared in on her open cleavage. Embarrassed at the thought of what he'd just done, he looked towards the kitchen trying to steer his mind away as well.

"Alright, I'm tired and I need to sleep off this horrible experience," she looked up at him tiredly.

"Alright, I'm bored so I'll probably head up too," Paul turned back to the TV, wondering where he had left the remote.

"G'night, Paully," she was gone up the stairs in a hurry.

12am hit her harder than ever before. A storm raged on outside, lightning as constant as the shortness of her breath. She stared at the alarm clock beside her bed, wishing the torture would stop, but it would only get worse from here. It had been happening for the last few nights now, the aching, the hunger, the lust for relief. The beautiful mature woman would wake up after only an hour of sleep and become very aroused very quickly over the strangest of thoughts. She knew why this was happening, even though she had told herself that it was all behind her. It wasn't.

"Unh," she moaned quietly as her entire body squirmed on her bed. She tried desperately to keep her hands away from her needing pussy, but the struggle would not turn out in her favor.

As if someone was controlling her arms, they were pulled steadily closer to her pajama bottoms and her fingers curled in a last desperate attempt to regain control. It was no use. Running her soft hands up and down the flesh of her toned stomach, she moaned again silently, hoping that the crashing of the thunder outside was loud enough to conceal her squeals from Paul who was sleeping in the room right next to hers.

Her fingers found their way down to her opening, their loving touch sent chills up her spine as they entered her and sent her into small convulsions.

"Ung, ung, ungh!" she buried her head in her pillow, any louder and Paul would definitely come rushing in to make sure she was alright. The electric power of her fingers as they danced around inside her was incredible, she had never known anything so satisfying. She had sworn to leave it all behind her when her son was born, but now it had all caught up with her. There was no escape.

Farrah,

"I...I don't want this..." she whimpered as quietly as she could as she continued to pleasure herself.

It is too late for that, the voice boomed inside her head.

All of a sudden, a stream of lightning entered her room and struck her convulsing body with great power. It was at that moment that the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced struck her, tightening her every muscle and sending shockwaves through her veins.

Chapter 2

It was the next day, and Farrah had left home early this morning to take a trip up to meet an old friend who lived a couple hours out of town. The woman was much older than she, 70 years old, but still quite appealing to most men.

Farrah exited the car and slammed the door hard. The little house in the middle of nowhere seemed so cozy and nice, but the surroundings of wilderness painted a much darker picture of the woman who lived there. It seemed as if no one had ever come up to visit this place, for it looked so vacant, as if no one lived there at all. The door opened before Farrah had even reached the doorstep, however, and she was relieved to see the face of an old friend.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," the woman smiled warmly.

"Gretchen," a nervous smile formed across Farrah's face. The woman bade her tom come inside, pointing to a little table in the middle of the small room with cups of tea all ready for them. Farrah sat down, feeling all the more nervous now that she was finally here.

The old woman sat in front of her and poured the tea for them, "So there is no question as to why you are here,"

Farrah bit her lower lip, her nerves were now completely gone.

"The real question is why have you been gone so long?" the woman handed a cup to her.

"I... I realized that I made a mistake..."

"And you thought that you could just forget it ever happened," Gretchen finished her sentence sternly.

"Gretchen, my tampering killed a man! You have no idea what kind of guilt I've been living with all these years. You have to understand, its only because of my son that I keep going..."

"Your mistake is not in what you've accomplished," Gretchen sipped, amused.

"I...?"

"Farrah, dear, it has come back to claim you once more for a reason."

"I know, I know and I want it to stop! You have to help me make it go away!" Farrah cried.

"Deary, calm down. Now I'm sorry, but there is no stopping it. The spell is, how should we say... incomplete."

"Incomplete?"

"Yes," Gretchen put a hand upon Farrah's lovingly. "You've reached the age you were at when you began the spell, and it is time to once again fulfill your duty."

"Gretchen, I can't! I can't kill anyone again, it is just too much to live with. Not to mention, I have a life, a family... I couldn't just skim ten years off my life and disappear from their lives! And what's worse! In order for the procedure to work correctly, it would leave me pregnant once more!"

"Farrah, I know," Gretchen caressed her hand softly.

"Gretchen, what do I do?"

"Well let me ask you this, how much do you love your husband?"

"Rick? Not at all. I hate him worse than you can imagine, the cheating son of a..." she stopped herself.

"Then you have an even bigger problem to worry about," Gretchen stood up, keeping Farrah's hand in her own.

"Why?"

"Because, sweetie, the spell only works on the man that you love the most."

Farrah stared down at the table, "But I love no one..."

Gretchen brought the beautiful woman to her feet, "There is no going back from this Farrah. All you can do is accept it and plan ahead for the next time,"

"NEXT TIME!?"

"Shh..." Gretchen put a slender finger to Farrah's smooth and pink lips, silencing her completely and sending her mind into a relaxing trance.

"G...Gretch..."

"Shh, relax now, precious," Gretchen pushed the finger all the way between her lips. Instantly Farrah began sucking on it violently, needing to taste more. The old woman placed her right hand on the younger female's breasts, easing her way beneath her dress to the ample flesh she bore. She cupped the mound and caressed softly, leaning forward and kissing Farrah's neck. 

"Oh," A moan escaped her lips as she released the old woman's finger. Having both hands free now, Gretchen peeled away the dress around Farrah's tight, beautiful body. Her tongue trailed further up the woman's neck to her jaw, where the began again resumed. The dress sank further and further down Farrah's waist, gentle hands accompanied it.

"Take off your bra, darling," the woman order in a hushed voice.

"Unh," Farrah's eyes shut tightly as she complied, allowing full access to her perfect mature breasts. "Now kiss me," the woman moved her hands up from the falling dress to cradle Farrah's face. The heat resonating from them was electric, and their power grew immensely more intense by the ticking seconds. Their tongues met first, and then their lips found each other a split second after, caressing one another's nerves and bringing both closer to satisfaction as their juices mixed together. Their mouths clenched around one another tighter and tighter while their tongues attacked on the insides.

Gretchen broke the kiss first, staring into Farrah's lust filled eyes once more. 

"It is time that you reawaken, my dear," her right hand trailed softly down Farrah's slim form once more, this time not stopping until it reached underneath her loose fitting thong. From there, she allowed two fingers to enter her sensitive slit, skimming past her engorged clitoris as she pushed.

"Unhhhh!" Farrah squealed loudly. She had never experienced pleasure quite like this in her life.

Thick liquids oozed from her opening, running down her legs as Gretchen began to slowly plunge her fingers in and out of the needing area. It sucked hungrily, feeding off of them and wanting more.

"I'm sorry," Gretchen whispered into Farrah's ear. "There is no turning back, I cannot allow it," she lowered her head down to Farrah's left breast and attached her mouth to the now swollen nipple.

"Oh," Farrah cried. Gretchen looked up at the beautiful woman's face for a moment before continuing with the awakening. When all was ready, she began to suck inward from the tiny mound, mercilessly taking in Farrah's life force. Farrah moaned heavily, unable to do anything as the woman stole her life away.

"You feel it leaving you now, don't you?" Gretchen smiled up at her. Her fingers still at work below, she switched her attention to the other nipple now.

"Unh, Stop!" Farrah wept. "You ki...ki...killing me...!" Gretchen sucked lovingly at the right breast. She again stopped to catch her breath.

"No, Farrah. I am bringing you back. You gave up on your powers, but they have not given up on you," she moved herself lower and lower until she was on level with Farrah's loveless hole. She pulled the thin thong down, "This way, you'll have no choice but to hurry and find yourself a lover."

"Please! D...don't!" Farrah pleaded, tears blurring her vision. But her hands, her soft weathered hands with a gorgeous diamond ring on the left moved themselves on top of Gretchen's head, urging her on.

"You're mine," Gretchen placed her mouth along the smooth slit, her tongue running up to the clit and then penetrating to the inside of her body. She then worked her arms around the body to catch her, for she knew Farrah would now fall to the floor.




To Live Forever



"Hahhuhhh!" she landed with no pain, only the pleasure of the rapid convulsions tensing through her body.

Gretchen blinked slowly, now she would awaken the witch she always knew Farrah would become. She sucked inward with all her might, not holding back for a second.

"Oh, oh, oh... Ahhhhhh!!!!!" Farrah screamed with all the air her lungs could supply. Life force left her body in streams, the liquid splashing at the back of Gretchen's welcoming throat. Electric orgasms rushed through Farrah's blood, she felt her life flowing out of her moist vagina and into the older woman's mouth.

Gretchen stopped suddenly, not wanting to kill her.

A barely conscious Farrah breathed rapidly, her mind fluids restoring to her brain and her heart beat began to slow again.

"You may not feel any different now," Gretchen raised herself to her feet. "But soon you will feel how drained you are. The need for sex will increase, and you will become a predator to a man you have true feelings for. Perhaps it will answer some questions for you as well," she slowly walked where Farrah could not see.

Chapter 3

"Rick," Farrah was shocked to see her husband sitting alone at the kitchen table when she got home. After her time at Gretchen's house, she got out of the place as quickly as she could, not even recovering completely until she was driving away.

"Hi, Farrah," he said sternly. "We need to talk,"

She walked over to the fridge to look inside for something to eat, "Isn't it a little late for a talk?"

"Look," he sighed. "We've both known for a long time, it isn't working out."

A flash in her mind erupted from nowhere, the man she loves.

"Are you opting out of the marriage so soon?" she snarled.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be," Rick stood up calmly.

"Hard? How would I know anything about that?" Farrah pulled out an apple and sat upon the kitchen counter like a school girl.

"Nice, real nice," Rick glared. "You know, maybe I was giving you too much credit thinking that you could be mature about this,"

"You've never given me my fill of fucking ANYTHING!" Farrah lashed out.

"Fine, I'm not doing this," Rick stormed out of the room towards the hall. "I'll have the divorce papers sent to you on Monday," he called.

"I'm sure you will," 

"I'll give you two weeks to find somewhere else for you and YOUR son to live," Rick offered as if he were being sympathetic. 

That final remark crushed her, "Fuck you!"

The door slammed shut and the echo carried across the hall to where she stood.

Paul had been home, sitting in his room when he heard the yelling. He ran down the stairs to see what had happened, only to find his poor mother standing alone as she held back tears of frustration. He walked over and hugged her tightly.

A quickness of breath seized her, something really was happening to her. Now she really didn't have a man, and she needed to find a new one as quick as possible before the rest of her life energy drained from her body.

"I'm alright," she pulled away. 

Paul studied her face, "are you sure?"

Farrah nodded, swallowing hard. "I um..." she regained her composure. "I have another date tonight that I need to get ready for,"

"You could cancel," Paul suggested.

"No, no. I'll be fine, I just need to get away."

"Alright, if you're sure," Paul began the march back up to his room to figure out his situation with Tina. She would not return his calls, but he assumed she'd come around soon.

Farrah spent the next few hours getting ready, preparing supper for herself and a son who would not be there to eat it. Paul left to go to a bar with his friends for the evening, just to relax and watch the baseball game on television over a beer and a laugh.

Ofcourse, Farrah had lied about the date. She needed to go out on the town and find herself a new man as soon as possible, one she could somehow find actual feelings for before it was too late.

She went to a bar she knew very well by the stories her friends had told her. It was a dark bar where middle aged people went to try and hook up. It was fast, maybe too fast, but perhaps she could somehow find some common ground with the person of her choice.

Upon arrival, she was the belle of the ball. Her beautiful body shone in the darkness, her full figure covered by the tightest fitting jade dress that glimmered in the barlights. She looked around the room, scanning for the best looking man she could find. There weren't many to choose from, for she considered herself to be too good looking for most of the men she met day to day. Perhaps it was something from her youth that she had taken with her all these years later.

"Hi," a tall gentleman appeared from behind her as she approached the bar.

"Hello," she was caught offguard. The man was sort of appealing to her, but definitely not the type she usually liked.

"Here with a friend?" he asked with a polite smile.

"Um, no, not tonight..." she stumbled over her words. It was then that she realized her attention-catching wedding ring that she forgot to take off. Damnit, she thought.

"Hmm," the smile on his face got wider. "I'm Andy," he held out his hand.

"Farrah," 

Paul entered the building wearily. He did not know what had brought him here this evening, but he noticed upon entering how hot the older women were for their age in this place. Something had pulled him here, a feeling he couldn't place... but then he saw her. His mother standing over at the bar with a tall guy, she had never looked that incredible in all the years he'd known her. The dress was too revealing, as her breasts seemed as though they would pop out at any moment. Her curves were far past perfect, and every old man in the room seemed to be staring at her as if she were their master.

"Heya, sweetie," a blonde lady grabbed him lightly on the shoulder. "You accidentally stumble into the wrong place?"

"Oh, um... n, no.." she stuttered, unsure of his answer. There was no way he was going to let his mother whore herself around after a fight with his piece of shit stepfather, but how was he going to do anything about it?

"I just need to see some ID," she giggled.

"Uh, kay," he reached into his pocket and pulled out his drivers license.

"Good enough, hun," she smiled as she playfully handed it back to him.

"Thanks," was all he could say.

Just then another man came up behind Farrah, he tapped her on the shoulder. Paul was growing more and more agitated not being able to hear the conversations, but he did not want to be seen by her in such a place.

Paul watched from the sidelines as guy after guy seemed to take another's place in hitting on Farrah, buying her drinks and then leaving because he felt he was getting nowhere. He was relieved that she was being more difficult than most women in a place like this, but would not be completely happy until she left by herself.

Around 1am, it finally happened. Farrah made some excuse to get away from the two men she had been talking to and slipped out of the club as best as she could without causing a scene. Paul had been talking to another lady in the back corner, trying to keep his cover, but when Farrah left, he ended the chat and ran out after her.

He got out just in time to see her get into a cab and drive away. He felt bad for her, but he knew she'd find a good guy someday at least. Especially looking like that. This was no place for good guys to go, he knew that all too well. It was time to call a cab himself and get home.

Chapter 4

Paul got home a little later. The house was dead silent, his mom was asleep. He crept up to his room and turned on the computer, figuring he'd blast one off before hitting the sheets. He sat down and immediately started rummaging through his video files of porn. They all seemed so old and boring to him now, as he watched a few seconds of the clips and realized he wasn't getting off.

Farrah tossed and turned, it was happening again. This time there was no storm outside to hide her moans when she gave in. Her loins ached, she needed to be touched. Perhaps she should have left with one of the men she met at the bar tonight, but it was too late for that. Too late for the realization that the man she loved didn't have to be perfect, he'd be dead soon anyways...

She shook her head rapidly, trying to censor out the memories of today's events with Gretchen. That woman had sped up the process, making it so that she needed to copulate with someone soon. Why had she done this? Was it all a part of the spell? It seemed so unfair that she could never escape the black magic until the spell was completely done. How long would it go on?

"Mmm," she could hear the sounds of young girls moaning silently in the next room. Her son was masturbating to porn. 

"Unh!" her own moan escaped her mouth. The sounds were making her hornier, the sounds of those girls. Her son was watching. Those girls with each other. Son jacking off in the next room. "Oh!" she moaned a bit louder. That did it, she needed to leave the room so he would not hear her.

Paul had left the porn video running on his computer, he was going to have to use his imagination for this time. He went to the downstairs bathroom where it was quiet, and the only light was from the hallway. He pulled down his pants and tried to think.

Tina.

No, she really didn't have the same effect on him anymore.

The woman at the bar.

Yeah, that could work. He only gave her half of his attention, while the rest was spent watching over his mom. Something had been different about her tonight, though, as if the universe was focused upon her. He had never seen her as such an attractive woman before, there was just something about tonight...

He was instantly hard. 

No, he told himself. The blonde woman was hot. He imagined her sliding her body down his, holding his throbbing penis in her hands as her mouth opened wide. He imagined her hot breath on the head.

Paul was now at full length, but the images in his mind of the woman, kept flashing into images of his mom in that jade dress...

"Hhhh," he breathed, stroking at a much faster pace now. Pre-cum oozed from the head, he used it to lube the shaft. Again, her face... No, his mother's...

Sliding his hands to the base of the shaft, he tried to focus harder away from her.

Then he felt it, the softest, warmest, most electrifyingly comforting hands come from behind him and clasp the head of his cock. He breathed in heavily, his throat was dry as can be.

"Mom?" he whispered.

"Shh," she whispered back into his ear, her breasts pushing up against his back. He took two quick breaths then, trying to calm himself and ask what the hell she was doing, but he couldn't.

"Hhhh!" he breathed out hard.

"Shhh, she rested her chin on his shoulder as she began to slowly wash the pre-cum all over the rest of his proud member. "Let mommy take care of you," her words were so hushed they were barely decipherable.

Again his breathing increased.

"Shhh," she calmly repeated in his ear. "It's okay, sweetheart," her hot hands lathered him up so softly, so beautifully. He looked down to watch, her beautiful hands stroked him up and down, applying the sticky substance to the rest of his swollen penis. Her ring glowed, the ring that symbolized her love for another man, it was now worn by the middle-aged hands that softened him up now.

Her breathing in his ear was slow, calm, comforting. "Mom, unh," he moaned in a whisper.

"Shhh, mommy's here, baby," she moved her lips closer to his ear. Paul fell back, shifting all his weight to the woman behind him. His head leaned back against her shoulder as she moved her head down, kissing his neck ever so gently.

"Ungh..." he moaned a litter louder.

"It's okay, baby. You can cum for mommy," her whispers more intense now, matching the strokes on his beating penis.

"M...m...mm...!" His thrusts now matched her rhythm, his right hand reached up around her neck for support.

"Cccumm, sssweetheartt!" her right hand rubbed up his toned body now, higher and higher while the left stroked with great intensity.

"Mum!" he felt his orgasm begin. She grabbed his face with her right hand and kissed him passionately on the mouth. 

His cum sprayed all over the wall, missing the toilet below as Farrah's hand lovingly drained his cock with her few final strokes. Their tongues intertwined and their saliva mixed together. Her hand fell from his face to once again join the other in loving his emptying tool.

He stayed leaning against her when the kiss was broken, catching his breath as she slowly stroked him dry while kissing his neck. He didn't know what would happen when he caught his breath.

"Mom..."

"Shh," she kissed his cheek. "Goodnight, sweetie," she turned and walked away. Farrah had barely even been touched, but was fully satisfied for the rest of the evening, and went to sleep without any further problems.

Chapter 5

The distraught woman woke up crying. How could she have let things progress so terribly the night before? How was this spell's power still in complete control of her life, and what did she have to do to stop it? It was clear to her that both her and her son were now being affected by her past, and she needed to do something before her only child wound up dead at her own hand.

She laid in bed with her hands over her face, blocking the sunlight from reaching her eyes. The things she seen last night, the things she had done; she needed to atone for her actions and forget any of it ever happened. 

Knock, Knock.

"Mom, you in there?" Paul's voice came from behind the door.

"I'm not feeling well," she couldn't think of anything else to say, though she wished she could have.

"Oh, 'kay..." Paul could be heard walking away down the stairs.

Farrah put a hand to her mouth, unable to hold in her emotions any longer. Her eyes welled up and tears urged their way out of the ducts, exposed to the morning air. She knew now that she had fucked up the spell completely. First, killing a man for a few more years of life. Second, not being able to complete the spell as it was meant to be performed. Third, not realizing that she needed the man she loved, not necessarily the man she was in love with to carry on as intended. Now, her son was in danger, and the only way to protect him as a good mother should may be to end her own life...

She took her hand away from her mouth, feeling how dry it was. She knew why, if only she could forget. Even now, the images of what she'd done to Paul the night before turned her on, shameful as she felt. She walked to her bathroom and looked in the mirror, a total mess. Blushed red in the face, tears streaking her stale make-up job. 

Then it dawned on her, did Gretchen have any idea this would happen? Afterall, the woman had completed the spell on herself many years ago, achieving finally eternal life as a moderately good looking old woman. Was it really worth all the misery she had caused others? It surely could not be worth losing a son. Only Farrah could have fucked things up so horribly, or at least that is what she thought as she stared into her wet, reddening eyes.

The rest of the day would go ahead as normal. Paul would go to school and Farrah would run her errands before going to the office. 

While on her lunch break, she found a payphone in the lobby and dialed Gretchen's number. She may have been the only person who could help her now, even though the whole mess was partially her fault to begin with.

"Hi, Farrah..."

"Gretchen!" she whispered accusingly.

"I'm taking a much needed vacation, let me know how everything turns out, okay?"

BEEP.

"A recording..." Farrah said to herself in shock. She fought hard to hold back the tears, no one could help her now.

Paul's day had not been any easier. All he could think about were the events that took place last night. First the bar, then the bathroom...he felt as if the entire ordeal was just a dream. He had never thought of his own mother in such a way before, how did this all happen so quickly? He sat in his final class of the day, pinching his legs together to his his erection. Thankfully, no one noticed as he sat at the back of the room, but his nerves were completely shot.

He arrived home to an empty house. He needed some relief fast, so he headed up to his room to unload before Farrah got home.

Again he found that his porno collection on his computer would not satisfy, but he did not want to give in the his newly developed Oedipus complex by thinking about last night any more. 

He then heard his mother come in through the front door to the house.

"Paul?"

"I'm home," he called back down to her.

"I'm going out for dinner, are you okay to fix something for yourself?" the sound of her voice suddenly relaxed him, and his mind began shifting back to that beautiful jade dress she wore last night.

"Yeah," he shook away the thoughts.

She left without saying anything more. She was clearly avoiding him, but then what made her do what she did? The teasing was too much. Picking up the phone, he called Tina quickly.

"Hello?"

"Tina, don't hang up," Paul pleaded.

"Whaddo you want, Paul?" she tried to sound bored.

"You! Just you, please, come over and we can talk things over."

She sighed, "I'm busy right now. I'll have to think about it for a while."

The phone went silent. "Damnit!" he slammed the phone down. He needed to get his mind off of everything. Maybe some television, maybe some video games. He would try anything.

Chapter 6

Farrah arrived at home at 11pm, hoping her son would be asleep in preparation for another day of school tomorrow. She had gone and had dinner by herself, and basically wasted the rest of her time to stall and think about what needed to be done to avoid another incident like last night.

Tonight, no matter what, she would stay in her room. She had bought a few toys in her stalling hours after work, planning to occupy herself with them if things got tough. She was already feeling the ache for human contact at this hour, and perhaps she would have to get right to work with them.

She was as quiet as she could be entering the house and creeping up the stairs. She saw a light from the bottom of Paul's door, not happy to know that he was still awake and probably watching more porn. She closed the door quietly and opened her goodie bag. She immediately unsheathed the big electric rubber dildo and skimmed herself of her clothes.

The fake cock entered her and hummed silently. She pushed it deeper and deeper, hoping for some slight hint of satisfaction, but it was not working. She was beginning to moan softly again, not able to control her sexual needs. 

"Mom?"

The voice frightened the wits out of her, even in the dark where her nakedness could not be seen by her son who had entered the room uninvited.

"What do you want?" she fumbled to turn the lousy toy off.

"Are you okay? I thought I heard..."

"I'm fine, I just need some alone time right now," she almost yelled.

"It sounds like you need the opposite," he spoke the words as he drifted into almost a trance. His vision was adjusting to the darkness, and he could see the tip of her nipple in the moonlight.

"Paul, go to bed," she ordered.

"Okay, just let me say goodnight," he walked slowly towards her.

Her breath cut short now, she almost had a panic attack on the spot. She watched as he inched closer and closer to her bed, not being able to say anything to stop him. His shirt was off, and as he walked into the moonlit window she could see his rippling muscles reaching out to hold her.

Both struggled to breath regularly as they embraced each other. Paul felt the naked flesh of her life giving breasts pressing against his chest, and felt safer than he had ever been. Her hands moved slowly up and down his back, finally resting upon the top of his head which wedged itself in the nape of her neck.




To Live Forever



"Paul, baby," she whispered hoarsely.

He pulled his head back and looked into her eyes, they glowed beautifully in the darkness. Their lips met just as they had done the night before, urging with want and need as they moved rhythmically.

Paul moved his legs up onto the bed, now fully on top of his completely nude mother. Her hands ran through his hair as they kissed passionately, their tongues struggled to outdo one another.

They broke the kiss mutually and her hands guided his head downward to her exposed breasts. Though locked in the midst of a powerful instinctually sexual spell, her maternal instincts were also taking over. He needed protection and love from her, and she would give it to him. Paul's face turned to the left as he rested his cheek upon her soft flesh and she fed her nipple to him lovingly as her hands stroked her baby boy's face. She remembered nursing him like this as an infant, yet now was quite different.

His hand reached down to her tight slit and he protruded two fingers inside, rubbing gently in and out.

"Uh!" she moaned, stroking his face more roughly.

He sucked and sucked, feeling the warmth of her body on his. He felt so safe and secure, like when he was a baby. Nothing could hurt him here, not while Farrah nursed him with so much love and affection.

"Suck me, baby," she urged him on. He switched to the other one now, matching the change of pace with deeper, faster thrusts of his fingers. 

Farrah was in the midst of having an orgasm now, "Paul..." she began convulsing uncontrollably.

Paul held firm, not letting any part of her slip away from him. It was then that something unexpected happened, something he needed at this moment. Milk began flowing from her tender breasts, coursing through to her son's mouth and down his swallowing throat.

"I'm cumming!" she announced as she writhed beneath him, milk spilling from the unattended breast and dripping all over the sheets. "Unh, unh, ohhhh!"

Paul hungrily switched his attention once again to the left breast. His tongue came out and lapped up the fluid viciously, feeling his mother coming down from her orgasm.

"Oh..." she relaxed with a sigh and kissed the boy's forehead tenderly. "Paul, my baby. My sweet baby boy," her hands caressed his face as he pressed it softly in between her beautiful mounds.

He reached under his pants and jacked himself one, two... three times before cumming. Farrah sensed what was happened by his breathing and reached her left hand down to finish his orgasm off.

They both sighed to each other a moment longer before drifting off to sleep in loving embrace with one another.

Chapter 7

Paul was nowhere to be found. Farrah had finally awakened to her new state with the orgasm she experienced the night before. She was in need now, a constant urge to be touched by the one she loved. How could he just get up and leave for school when they had important matters to attend to?

She knew now that her toys were just a waste of time and that nothing could satisfy her the way Paul had. She paced the house for hours, a fever overtaking her and wearing her down. Time was running out so fast, and she still did not know what she was going to do about her situation. There was no way she could pursue the final act with her own son, could she? Of course not, it was a mother's job to protect her son, and she would be stealing the life from him at the same time.

The frustration was too much. She needed relief now. Walking quickly to the master bedroom, closed the door and headed towards the mirror hanging in her bathroom. She stripped herself of her clothes and watched her own beautiful form in front of her. She was so gorgeous, so full of love. Her skin was pale, yet miraculously vibrant. Her breasts sagged only slightly for a woman her age, so soft and inviting. She brought her hands up to them, hands that had indeed felt the effects of time, but were weathered with care. She ran them up and down the mounds gently, it felt so soft and warm. They could bring so much pleasure to a man, Paul had only lasted around a minute while receiving their attention. 

Her slim figure was also quite pleasing to see, she was quite proud of how she had taken care of herself these years. Her hands crept down to her dripping vagina, it begged for a long warm penis inside of it. She stuck her fingers in, watching every movement.

"So sexy," she said to herself. "Paul's momma," her fingers dipped in and out. There was no way he could ever resist her. "Oh," she moaned as she thought of him. "Come watch your mommy play with herself," she would tell him. "Come and let mommy wrap these caring hands all over your penis. Let them stroke it, feel how much she loves you..." she sighed.

Now she brought a hand to her lips, "And now..."

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound was quiet, but made Farrah jump. Someone was at the front door. Alarmed, she threw on her housecoat and ran down the stairs to the front hall. She could see now through the window that Rick had returned.

The door swung open, "What do you want?"

"Papers," Rick handed them over to her.

This was it. A godsend. Perhaps if she could have sex with Rick, the spell would end. She didn't love him, but there was a time when she thought she may have. It just may have been worth the try, if there was a possibility that it would save her son from his impending doom.

"Come inside and I'll sign them," she moved out of his way.

"I don't have much time to fuck around with here, Farrah. I need this done and over with."

"Really," she led him into the kitchen with an intentional stay of her hips.

"Yeah, really," Rick frowned as he followed her.

"I don't suppose that would be different if you were really fucking around," she turned to face him as she approached the table.

"Huh?" Rick was confused.

"Don't I appeal to you anymore, Rick? I figured that maybe one last romp in the bed would be... appropriate," Farrah eyed him up and down seductively.

"I..." her gaze had somehow locked him in. Something was definitely not right, but he couldn't understand what was happening.

"Just one last time," she bit her lower lip, stepping forward and placing her hands on his chest.

"Look, I don't know what the hell you think you're doing here. I need these papers signed now. No more mind games, Farrah. I mean it!" 

Farrah became very angry at that moment. Something dark overcame her, as if she were taken over by an evil spirit. "Just let me get a pen, then," she marched over to the cupboards.

"Look, you're an attractive woman. For your age," Rick walked closer, sensing how much he had upset her. "We're just not in the same place now, and I..."

The knife.

He had never seen it coming, neither had she. A swift movement an the glorious dagger had been forced into his heart, the handle held tightly by Farrah herself.

A look of horror washed over her face as she realized what had just taken place. What she had done. 

Rick shared a similar look of surprise, not able to say or do anything as his life slowly slipped out of his grasp and he hit the floor dead.

Overcome by shock and guilt, Farrah screamed into her shaking hands and cried in confusion. This was her punishment for trying to cheat the spell she had cast so many years ago. Nothing would help her now.

Chapter 8

The body was wrapped in old sheets and thrown into her closet. Farrah did not know how to dispose of it properly, for all she knew to do was to run away. And that was what she had decided upon. 

"Mom?" Paul walked in the front door.

"I'm up here, sweetheart," she tried to remain calm.

"Why is dad's car in the drive?" 

She appeared at the top of the stairs in her nightgown, "consider it part of our divorce agreement."

"Wow, mom, you look..." he couldn't find the words. 

"You can say it, sweetie," she began to descend the stairs slowly. Before she could do anything, she needed some contact to satisfy her urges a while longer.

"I...I can't even," his breathing became heavy.

She reached out as she got near to him, "Come into the living room with me a moment."

"Y...yeah," he knew they needed to talk, but he also knew it would be hard to focus when she was wearing such a revealing nighty.

They sat down on the couch and immediately she hugged the boy tightly, "I bet you have a lot of questions, don't you, baby?"

"Mom, last night..."

"It's okay, honey," she ran her hands through his hair. It felt so nice, and once again he felt as though she were taking him to the safest place in the world.

"Mom... what is this?" he finally asked the question that he'd been dying to ask all this time.

"Mommy has something to tell you, Paul. I just want you to try and understand," she began kissing his neck uncontrollably.

"Unh," he moaned. "Please, tell me."

"Oh, Paul..." she grabbed his face in her hands and kissed his mouth. "Paul," she tried to tell him between kisses.

"Mom..." his voice was hushed.

"Lean back and mommy will tell you," she forced him to lay on his back as she whisked away her shirt. "I did something bad," she kissed on.

"It's not your fault," Paul grabbed her left hand and began licking her fingers passionately.

"No, it is..." she reached his pants. "I used to play with black magic when I was..." she unbuttoned his pants. "Younger,"

"Unh," he tried to concentrate, he needed her so desperately to touch his hard member. Flesh on flesh.

"I came across a spell that could make me live forever," she unzipped and pulled his pants slowly down his legs. "One that I could use to steal the life away from the one I love the most," she could see his hard pressed cock poking out the top of his underwear. "Oh, honey," it was so precious.

Paul could not decipher what was reality and what wasn't, he simply accepted what she was telling him and kept from speaking.

She pulled away the rest of his clothing, "But now it is affecting you and I don't know how to stop it," she pulled her hand from his mouth and began fondling his pole lovingly. "Oh, god, Paul. It's so tempting..." she rubbed her soft cheek along his length.

"Oh, oh," Paul breathed.

"Please don't hate mommy, Paul," she looked into his eyes longingly.

"I love you," he whispered as he put his hands softly on the top of her head.

Farrah opened her mouth wide and placed his beating penis head inside her hot, sucking mouth. Her lips wrapped around him and he pushed her head down further. He watched and felt as he lips traveled down to the bottom of his stiff rod and slowly back up again. 

"Mmm," she moaned, her tongue swirled his pre-cum as she caressed his cock with her heavenly mouth.

"Unh, unh, unh!" he whined.

She took her mouth away, "What's wrong baby?"

"I can't cum," he moaned in torment. "I can't cum, I can't fucking cum!" 

He was obviously in discomfort, but it only excited his mother even more. She was now beginning to realize her powers. She was in complete control of the situation, for he could not cum until she was good and ready for him to.

A smile ran across her lips and she watched his suffering, "My poor baby." She again plunged the erect penis head into her mouth, this time letting it marinate in her boiling hot saliva as she tongued the tip skillfully.

"Unh, mommm!" Paul moaned as he began to convulse uncontrollably, but was still unable to cum as he so desperately needed.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm," she sucked and sucked and sucked, beginning to feel her energy coming back to her joints and muscles. She was sucking his life force from him, but it was not enough.

Careful not to bite him with her teeth, she sucked with all the force she could muster and willed her boy to cum in her suckling mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Paul began to unleash a fountain of thick fluid down the back of her throat. She pumped and sucked and swallowed, neither had ever felt such an intense shedding of emotion in their entire lives. She needed his cum, needed it unlike anything she'd ever needed before. He was giving her load after load nonstop, unable to handle the incredible sensation he was feeling in his genitals.

Finally, the last bit of seed was planted in her throat and she began licking his cock sensually. "Mommy loves you," she whispered repeatedly.

"I love you too,"

"Mommy needs you,"

Chapter 9

Farrah climbed up to her son's face and stuck it between her needing breasts, "Tell me what to do, sweetheart,"

"I... I don't know," he knew he was being controlled, but could do nothing to stop it. She knew it just as well, but was now completely out of control with lust.

Shedding her nighty, Farrah crawled her way up onto his face. Her soaking wet vagina dripping down onto her sweating face, he waited for her to give the order.

"I need it, baby," she whimpered.

With his hands reaching out, he laid them softly on the back of her buttocks, pulling her down on top of his watering mouth. His tongue extended and instantly inserted itself deep into her moist pussy, his lips clamped sloppily onto her excess skin. He began lapping up her leaking fluids, his tongue twisting every which way to summon more for his sucking throat to swallow.

"Ohoh!!! Oh my god!" Farrah squealed, holding tightly the back of her son's head as he hungrily drank from her nectar. "Oh, Paul... oh, baby!" she felt his tongue nestling between her swollen lips, beckoning for more of her bodily fluids. "Unh!"

Paul sensed her urgency, moving his hands to her waist and pushing her back to the other side of the couch. He moved upwards and immediately went back to attacking her sensitive area, which to his surprise, was completely hairless. 

"Mmm," he sucked thirstily.

"Oh, my precious baby boy! Make mommy cum, make her cum in your mouth, oh, you darling little boy!"

"Mmm," he lapped harder inside her hole with his tongue, moaning at a constant rate as she humped forward and back. She stroked his face gently, framing the beautiful image in her mind as he ruthlessly continued onward.

"Huh, huh, huh!" she felt her orgasm approaching. "Oh, honey, I'm cumming in your mouth! I'm cumming for my baby!"

Her fluids rushed to his throat like a flowing river, he drank as much as he could but it spilled out the side of his mouth and ran down his face. It was so much, so incredibly unreal.

"Ahhhhh!" Farrah screamed, trying to feed every last drop to him forcibly. Her orgasm overtook her entire body, she was blacking out before either of them knew it.

Her body flopped down suddenly, and Paul began licking all over her bare skin. He hadn't noticed that she'd passed out until he realized how faint he felt himself at that moment. He stopped and looked around the room as everything seemed to be going dark. A slim figure could be seen walking in the room.

"Very nice," the woman's voice said. "This is going to be wonderful," the words didn't register to Paul as he slipped away into a deep sleep.

Chapter 10

"Awaken," the words snapped them both back to consciousness. They looked around at their surroundings wordlessly, seeing the look of disbelief on each other's faces. They were in a large chamber room, concrete all around as they laid beside one another in a soft bed. The only other thing to notice was the person standing before them.

"Gretchen," Farrah could not believe her eyes.

"Hello, Farrah," Gretchen smiled evilly.

"You... you knew," 

"Of course I knew. What do you think happened to me the first time I tried the spell?"

"How, how could you!?" Farrah was overcome with a feeling of hatred, betrayal.

"Who is she?" Paul struggled to grasp what was happening.

"Hahaha, never you mind, handsome," Gretchen laughed ecstatically.

"You knew you could have prevented this and yet you didn't warn me!" Farrah jumped off the bed and lunged towards her.

"You know nothing!" Gretchen held out her hand to Farrah forcefully, a strange feeling washed over her and she fell to the ground feeling very sick. "Do not forget how inferior your knowledge of the black arts is to my own!" Gretchen was infuriated now.

"Why?" Farrah began to cry uncontrollably, kneeling to the ground with not enough strength to stand.

"Oh, I could tell you a million different reasons, like it was the best experience of my life and neither of you deserve to go on without it, but you would never truly understand until you experienced it for yourself," Gretchen paced back and forth now, concentrating on her speech.

"Why here?" Farrah's sobbing continued.

"Because I couldn't risk having you kill yourself and ruining everything we've worked for these years!" Gretchen yelled.

"I don't want this!" Farrah screamed.

"Liar," Gretchen's evil smile returned. "It's all you can think about, and now, you have no choice. How many days do you think you can last locked up here without having that big juicy cock in your depraved little twat!?"

Farrah's crying became louder, for she knew there was no way out now.

"Hmm,hmm,hmm," Gretchen turned her attention to Paul. "And you," she walked closer to him, still sitting on the bed weakly. "So perfect in every way, how could you not die for this?" she ran her hands across his chest. The powerful sweep of her hands sent his body falling back.

"Uhh..." he moaned.

"I'm disappointed in you, Farrah. I would have thought that you were as determined as I was to accomplish eternal life. Perhaps I was wrong," she walked towards the large exit door of the chamber. "No matter now," she closed the heavy door and locked it behind her, leaving the two to contemplate their fate.

"Paul," Farrah rose to her feet. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he lifted himself up to meet her embrace.

"It's okay," he said. "It's not your fault, you didn't know," he held her tightly.

"I'm a horrible person, and now..."

"Shh, it's okay, mom..." he said softly. "I want this,"

She let go of their embrace and looked him in his eyes. He was irrational, completely under the spell and unable to think for himself, she knew. The powerful urge in her loins forbade her to care, for she knew she was not strong enough to overcome this spell she had been caught up in.

"Paul, I..." she could not think of the words. If she was going to going through with this, she had to be prepared to lose him forever in the process. 

"I'll do whatever you tell me to," he gave her the ultimatum, staring blankly back into her eyes.

"Oh, honey," she touched her face, she wedding ring glimmering in the dim chamber room. Perhaps she could stop them when she's had enough, and repeat the process until her life force drained completely. Either way, she could not deny her or her son the relief they craved.

She held his face warmly and they kissed passionately, their saliva mixing back and forth as it slowly trickled down their wanting throats. She laid him down on his back softly, knowing that she was the one in control of the situation and that she would have to guide him as she had the rest of his life. She then ran his shirt over his body and off his head, again bending down for another loving kiss.

Reaching back behind her, Paul raised her top over her body. They had only been given an outer layer of clothing by Gretchen, and her perfect mounds bounced freely as they close the gap between them. Their bottom layers consisted of a pair of his underwear, and panties fresh from the machine back home.

They each took off their own bottoms and Farrah crawled up on top of his, his attentive member was harder than ever, awaiting her loving caress. 

"Are you ready, baby?" she stared down at him as she reached down to guide his tool to her soft spot.

"Uh huh," he could only grunt weakly.

Taking the stiff cock in her hand beneath her, she planted the head inside of her dripping hot opening. Their breathing matched in quick tempo, and their hearts beated hard in their chests.




To Live Forever



"Unh," they both moaned as she carefully slid the down his burning rod and their love juices began to swirl with one another.

"Oh, mommm," Paul whispered breathlessly.

"It's alright, sweetheart. Mommy's here," she comforted him as her hands caressed his heaving chest. She moved her muscles slowly, clenching his penis tighter between her legs. "Just relax and let mommy take care of you," she began moving up and down the base of his cock, sending warming currents through their bodies as their consummation eased their minds.

She moved slowly, as not to forget the purging of emotions they were experiencing. Her eyes closed shut and her head raised in the air as she focused all her attention on their movements below.

"Ma," Paul wheezed.

"Yes, sweetheart?" she whispered as they continued to meet each other's thrusts.

"I love you,"

"Oh, baby," she grabbed his head and brought him up to her motherly breasts tightly. "I love you so much, honey. Can't you feel it?" her whispers controlled his every breath.

"Uh huh," sweat began to pour down his forehead and he nestled further into her warm breasts.

"That's it, baby," she instructed. "Feel your mamma love you. I need you to fuck me, Paully, fuck me so gooood," her words so soft they were barely audible.

"Unh," he couldn't respond with words.

She quickened their rhythm only slightly, stroking her hand through his hair and mothering him like a baby with her words.

"Mommy loves her baby, unhnhnh!" their bodies began reacting to the unbelievable strokes of pleasure. Nothing they had ever experienced came even close to what they felt right now.

"Muh, mommy," Paul whined as he held her tightly.

"Oh, I know, sweetie," she felt the powerful sensations just as he had, it was becoming too much. There was no escaping this feeling, this emotion that clasped them together in loving embrace. Farrah leaned Paul back down as she continued to thrust harder and harder. She fell down on top of him, holding his face and kissing his mouth uncontrollably. "Paul," she cried with tears of joy, tears of sadness, tears of love.

"Just tell me why," Paul's subconscious emerged for a moment, surprising her weak and needing body.

"I have to, baby!" she cried and kissed his face again and again.

She was about to explode in a powerful orgasm, she needed to either get off of him now and save his life for god knew hoe long, or tell him what she needed to say right now.

"Paul,"

"Unh," he moaned.

"I love you, my sweet angel,"

"Uhn, I love youuu," he was dying to cum, but could not until she would permit it.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "Baby, you need to cum for mommy, will you do that for her, baby?"

"Uhnh!" the words sent streams of pleasure through his entire body. "Yes, mom!"

"Cum, sweeatheart! Cum inside of mommy, she needs you to give me your cum so badly, honey!"

"Unh, unh, unhhhh!!" he wailed as they felt the contents of his testicles begin to transfer from his body into hers.

"Cum, cum, cum, my baby!" she kissed his mouth as his sperm began to fill her up. His life force was depleting rapidly as they came together in absolute bliss.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" jet after jet coursed into her body, his consciousness slipping away with it. Give it all to mommy, her thoughts urged.

With one final, weak thrust, Paul's last load was released into her hot pussy. Their breathing slowed significantly.

"Mommy's here," she whispered into his ear. "Oh, my baby," her gentle caresses on his face whisked him off to sleep forever.

Conclusion

"Don't you feel much better?" Gretchen entered a few minutes later to see Farrah lying with her son in the bed, softly stroking his lifeless body.

A thirty year old Farrah stared blankly at her, "It's not like last time."

"Ofcourse not, he had purged away too much life beforehand. Most of that is your fault. Your very scent could have done it," Gretchen snapped.

"So I'm not..."

"You're thirty years old. Better remember that for next time,"

"Next time," Farrah had completely forgotten. The spell had still yet to be completed.

"Yes, next time. And the time after that," a smile ran across Gretchen's lips. "No tell me truthfully, girl. Was it not worth every moment?"

Farrah stared down at her dead son, "Yes, mother."

"Hahaha, I knew it!" she walked over to her daughter. "And you were angry with me,"

Farrah, put her hands down to her stomach, something was off, "I think I'm..."

"Pregnant," Gretchen laughed.

"Gretchen, I can't go through that again... not another..."

"Shh, relax dear. It's a girl this time."

Farrah allowed the information to sink in before smiling herself in relief.

"Come on, sweetheart. It's time to create another life for yourself."

The End



To Live Forever More



Mu

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Prologue

20 years later...

Farrah brushed her long dark hair as she stared into the mirror, wondering what could be taking Stuart so long to get home tonight. The marriage was a strong one, although they had only been married three short years. The couple had managed to stay together through thick and thin during the last seventeen years of knowing one another, despite their mutual feelings towards love and the many broken hearts it left along the way. Both had been through the worst of times in their pasts and only by chance had fate finally brought them together while nearing middle age.

"C'mon, mom! We're gonna be late!" Lacey called from downstairs.

"I know, honey, we have to wait for your father before we leave," Farrah hollered back.

Lacey was the most beautiful nineteen year old girl her age in the city, and had always been Farrah's pride and joy. Stuart was not her biological father, for he had not come in to their lives until a few years after her birth. Sadly, Farrah had explained to her daughter that her real father had been killed by an unknown sickness that had taken him very unexpectedly shortly before she had been born. That, despite being a lie, was that. Lacey loved her stepfather with all her heart, however, and nothing would ever change that in her eyes.

Ohh, Farrah winced a moment. Something had seemingly aroused her as she began to apply her red lipstick. Her unbelievably fit figure betrayed her age of 48, her skin as smooth as can be with very few age lines in her lavishing face. I hope this doesn't get worse until after Lacey's big game, Farrah had had these overpowering urges once before in her life, many years ago, and she knew exactly what they meant.

Lacey was a cheerleader at her high school, and tonight was to be the biggest game of the year. Everything was going perfectly well for the girl and it seemed as though nothing could ruin it for her.

It was unknown to either the young beauty queen or her stepfather just what was about to happen to Farrah, however. Only she possessed the knowledge of the fateful event that was soon to come to pass. Years ago, in another life, Farrah had made the mistake of practicing the art of black magic, influenced by her own problematic mother. It was one night that she had encountered a spell that would grant her an undying life for all of eternity, lest she be killed. Unbeknownst to her was the tragic future of loss that lay ahead of her, destroying her life and taking away from her a son. That time of sexual agony was about to repeat itself, and Farrah knew it all too well.

This time, she had been ready for it. All of the necessary preparations had been taken care of, and with the aid of her mother, a plan had been arranged so that none of the confusion and scattering of past events would be set upon her again. She loved Stuart dearly, but his time had finally come and she needed to drain the life from his body to preserve her own, and then she would be one step closer to achieving eternal life once and for all.

Patience, her mother had taught her.

Ding-l-ing-l-ing-l-ing!

"Goddamn phone," Farrah cursed to herself as she awoke from her trance.

"W're gonna be sooo late!" she could hear Lacey complain from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm sure that's him on the phone right now," Farrah tried to assure her as she walked over to the phone on her nightstand. "Hello?"

"Ma'am, is this Farrah Brigsman from 12 Cloburn street?" the stern voice asked.

"Yes it is," she answered while trying to think of her best telemarketer excuses.

"I'm afraid we have some bad news about your husband."

...

Everything seemed to stop.

In that instant, Farrah knew that her plan had been destroyed, and that once again she would be thrown into the most unholy of nightmares without any chance of escape.

Chapter 1

It had been the most depressing funeral the mother and daughter had ever been to. Everyone who knew Stuart had considered him the nicest guy in the world, but now he was gone from their lives forever. For these two family members, however, it meant that they were left alone to fend for themselves.

They sat across from one another late that night and drank a hot cup of coffee each, trying to gain some perspective, but unable to think clearly.

"Mom?" Lacey asked silently.

"Yes, sweetie?" Farrah's voice was monotone, distant.

"What are we gonna do?"

Farrah stared across the table into her daughter's eyes. That hurt look made her feel as though she would just die of feeling so helpless, so unable to help the fallen angel into recovery. "I don't know, baby..." was all she could muster.

"You don't even have a job," Lacey said without thinking. They had gotten money, but it was not expected to last given their current standard of living.

Farrah was hurt by this message, but something inside of her was eating away at her, and it seemed to be getting worse by the hour. The curse...

"Lacey don't pretend like we're being thrown to the wolves or something. We can bounce back from this, we just need to make some adjustments," 

"Like completely new lives...?" Lacey muttered angrily.

"It's not going to be that bad! Really. I've been through my fair share of trials in my years, there's nothing you can't recover from eventually. Even when you think you've lost everything you ever cared about..." she began to reminisce.

"You don't even care, do you!" Lacey accused her.

"Lacey!"

"It's true! It's like you've been waiting for this to happen, like you knew we wouldn't always be a family!" the words struck deep into her mother.

Farrah could not say or do a thing in defense, for not only was she surprised at such accusations, but she also knew that every single word of it was true. She had known that they would eventually be forced to deal with these harsh times, but there had been one she was not counting on. She needed a man in her life. Now. She needed to fall in love with him despite the tragedy of the loss of her husband, all in a matter of a few short days.

"Ung!" Farrah broke their deep gaze and held her stomach, seemingly in pain.

"Mom!?" Lacey was instantly in a panic. "What happened, what's wrong? Are you hurt?!" their fight was instantly forgotten as the thought of losing another parent forced its way into her mind.

"I...I'm fine," Farrah took a deep breath. It was not pain that she felt deep inside of her, it was sexual desire for a man to come and carry out the next part of the powerful spell that still haunted her.

"You don't look fine,"

"I just... I just need to lay down for a while. I'm exhausted and... and it's just all too much to handle she began to cry as she excused herself from the table.

"Maybe I should call a doctor," Lacey stood up.

"No," Farrah barked between whimpers as she moved away from the kitchen. "I just need to be alone," she ran as quickly as she could out from the room and made a run for the stairs leading to her bedroom.

The urges were getting too strong now, and in a matter of days the spell would consume her soul once again until she got what she needed. There was no time left, she needed to subside the cravings as much as she could so she could rest this night and visit her all knowing mother in the morning.

Without a second thought, she ripped away at her tight black dress by the seems at her chest. The room was dark as can be, and she glimmered in the moonlight as she gazed upon her beautiful exposed body in the mirror across the room. Her smooth and silky skin glowed baby blue in the window light, her naked breasts shone brighter than the rest. She touched her loving hands upon them softly, trying to remember the nights she wished had never taken place.... the night she had pushed herself to the brink of sexual need. The first night she had encountered her son, sneaking up on him from behind in the dark and wrapping her soft and caring hands about his throbbing member and pumping urgently back and forth, wanting and needing to please him as she kissed his neck passionately until he unloaded squirt upon squirt of his cum into her silky flesh.... the next night when he came into her room uninvited, completely under her spell and needing to be with her. She remembered how it had felt to have his mouth upon her breasts, his tongue swirling inside his loving clasp to her mound as she held his head in place firmly as a nursing mother would. He had been just as perfect moments later when he had placed his mouth to her aching vagina, forcing her to cum harder than ever before.

Eventually she had needed to confess to him her evil deeds, but by then it had been too late. The spell had taken over both of them completely, and neither one could bear to be without the other. Her apology took place between nibbles at his solid hard cock. Farrah suckled one of her nipples into her mouth as she remembered the feeling of his glistening head going in and out of her mouth, trying to explain all the while what was happening to them. It felt so soft, so beautiful, so vulnerable to her every whim. Her tongue wrapped around it so gently, tickling the nerves to the point of orgasm.

"Ungh!" Farrah's fingers were now buried inside of herself, moving rapidly in and out as the memories flooded her mind as if she was experiencing them all over again. They felt so good inside her, but she needed more. She fell back upon her mattress and violently penetrated deeper into her tender area.

Then came the final act of incest, when Farrah and her son had sex with one another. No, made love. She could remember the feeling so very well. Her baby being inside of her, their love as binding as the strongest alloy, his fate sealed in the end. She remembered most of all the comfort that it brought to each of them, protecting her offspring in her loving embrace; yet killing him at the same time. Every audible moan had cemented itself in her mind, and she smiled as she remembered how she urged him to cum inside of her and make their love whole. That final moment of warmth and ecstasy, the sensation of his cum flooding her insides and the feeling of absolute bliss for the both of them.

"Hhehh, hhehh, hhehh!" Farrah breathed harshly as an orgasm ran through her loins and through her veins, overtaking her entire body. A current of electricity she could do nothing to stop from flowing through her blood, but would not even if she had the chance. A powerful energy now ran within her, and the time to confront her worst fears was upon her.

Chapter 2

Farrah pulled up to the little house in the middle of nowhere the next morning very early. The day was quite cool, the air foretold of light rains. 

It was as unwelcoming a place as ever, Farrah could see. This was the house that her mother, Gretchen, had lived in for many years now. It was quiet and lonesome, just how the old hag had always liked it; away from civilization where no more harm could be done to others... or at least not directly.

Farrah stepped up to the door and knocked three times lightly, uncomfortable with the meeting she was about to have. The last time they had met like this, Farrah had felt very close to dying, and she was not looking forward to having her sick mother sexually abusing her again.

The old woman's face appeared in the door window with a smile of familiarity and the door was soon opening in welcome.

"Gretchen," Farrah greeted distantly.

"Farrah, dear," Gretchen moved aside to allow her daughter to come inside the small cottage. "Has it been nearly twenty years already?" the attempted joke sent icicles up Farrah's back as she prepared herself to tell the terrible news.

"It has,"

"And I assume the necessary precautions were taken in ensuring that another mishap doesn't reign in on our affairs?"

"Oh, "OUR" affairs, is it?" Farrah sat down at a small table coldly.

"Well now, something indeed seems to have you upset," the old woman remarked with great interest.

"I started to get the... urges last week," Farrah admitted uncomfortably.

Gretchen walked up behind her daughter and softly began to massage her shoulders tenderly, "Do go on."

"My husband died in a car accident a few days after it started..."

A look of shock fell upon her mother's face, disbelief flooded her eyes as she stopped massaging her poor student.

"This is terrible news, Farrah. I wish there were something I could do, but... this is just plain bad luck!"

"What do I do? I'm nearly fifty years old now, and I thought it was hard enough the last time this happened being ten years younger! How the fuck am I going to attract a man now!?" Farrah was almost in tears, for she had no idea what was to happen to her if she were unable to find a mate.

"I wish I knew what to tell you, sweetheart. I went through many torments when I cast the spell upon myself, even going through the pain of losing a son as you did,"Gretchen again moved her fingers up and around Farrah's neck, trying to comfort her. 

"You knew and you allowed me to make the same mistake..."

"Painful as it was, it was the best time of your entire life whether you'll admit to it or not," Gretchen moved her hands invasively down to the front to Farrah's chest.

"He's still gone forever because of me,"

"It was what you both wanted, and he never blamed you."

"Because he was under a spell!" Farrah burst out in rage.

"In that final moment you had together... I don't think you really believe that matters, dear," Gretchen smiled to herself.

"What do I do now?" Farrah switched back to the most important topic, her body giving in to the touch of the sexy older woman's hands on her chest as they rubbed ever so gently back and forth.

"I don't know, I really don't. As I was trying to get to my point, I went through hell and back when I cast the spell upon myself. Losing a brother, a lover, and even a son in the process. But I never lost the one I loved during such a crucial time."

"I don't even know any men, not really..." Farrah began to breath heavily.

"Aww, poor thing," Gretchen whispered as her hands wandered under her daughter's dress and stroked at her soft and round breasts.

"Uhn," Farrah made a hushed moan in pleasure.

"First thing we need to do is get these urges under control without speeding the process up too much," Gretchen moved her mouth down to Farrah's neck and slowly kissed at her nape.

"Uhh...uhhhh...uhhhhh!" Farrah's hand came up to grab the old woman's head in place, feeling to the need for sexual attention elsewhere. "Nooo!" her senses snapped back all at once, without warning. She moved away quickly, out of her mother's grasp. 

"Farrah," Gretchen stood across from her, surprise written upon her face.

"Enough of your games, Gretchen! I've had enough! I do NOT trust you, and cannot!"

"Believe me, child, you really must think about the situation you're in. You need relief to keep these urges under control until you find a man!"

"Liar! All you've ever told me is lies, and this will only make these stupid urges stronger! I know your sick and twisted games, and I'm not playing them anymore!" Farrah was yelling at the top of her lungs, her insides screaming for more attention all the while. 

"You're making a mistake!" Gretchen warned.

"I already made my mistake!" Farrah stormed out of the house angrily, not looking back but with nowhere to go.

Chapter 3

"I'm glad you're here to help me through this," Lacey laid her head upon her boyfriend's shoulder as they held one another while sitting upon her bed. Lacey and Sam had been together for 4 and a half months now, and their relationship was quite strong for such young and inexperienced love.

"You know I'm always here for you," Sam kissed her head. "Your dad was a really cool guy,"

"He actually hated your guts," Lacey laughed lightly.

"Haha, no way, that guy loved me!" Sam remembered all the conversations he'd had with the man about college football games. They were essentially the same guy in their teen years, which had always made Stuart a little uneasy about Lacey spending so much time with him.

Lacey looked up into his eyes after a few more moments of silence, wanting and needing to be comforted, but still afraid of what was to come.

"It's alright," he read her mind and kissed her gently on her lips.

Farrah got home in a terrible mood. Gretchen had gone and gotten her all excited and she had been forced to make the long drive back with one hand on the wheel and minimal attention on the road. She knew Lacey was probably home from school by now, and she dreaded the thought of having to slave over the stove for dinner in her current mood.

She sighed harshly and trudged her way up the stairs towards Lacey's room. Might as well ask her if she's up for pizza or something for the night. It's quick. It's delicious. It's something they could actually agree upon when having to spend money.

Lacey's door was slightly open when she reached the top of the staircase, and Farrah could swear she heard little noise coming from within. Sam was over, that had to be it. It was then that Farrah realized how overpowering the want to peep inside was becoming, as she was still quite excited from her visit to Gretchen's.

Creeping quietly closer, she peered in the little crack and spied on her daughter and Sam for the first time.

Sam was kissing his way down Lacey's body, her top and bra now lay upon the floor and her perky breasts exposed themselves to the warm air. Her small form squirmed slightly as her boyfriend's fingers edged closer and closer to her aching hole.

A part of Farrah wanted to intrude immediately, lash out at her daughter for doing such things in their house while she was home. And with such an asshole as Sam! She hated that boy. He was good looking enough, but dumb as shit, with the only hope for a future in football. However, she could only stand and watch.

Sam made his way all the way down her body now, but stopped and looked up at her. She immediately showed her discomfort by looking down at him expectantly, annoyed that he always seemed to stop right things were getting good.

"I brought a condom..." he stared at her stupidly.

"...That's nice," Lacey didn't bother to hide her sarcastic thoughts.

"Well, ya wanna...?"

"Ugh," Lacey fell back again in frustration. "Would you just keep going," she demanded of him. She always knew her first time would be with someone just like him, but she never expected he would be such an unromantic moron when it came to sex. Every time he even suggested it, it seemed like the worst possible time to bring it up. She'd done a good job keeping herself innocent over the years, even passing up the chance at prom with her ex. There was no way it was going to be lost in the middle of the afternoon during one of the most terrible times in her life. She needed comfort, that was all.

Farrah watched as Sam started to lick at the young girl's now exposed vagina. She gazed upon her slight figure as it wriggled from side to side in pleasure, hushed moans escaping her lips.

"Oh, that feels good," she whispered to herself, ignoring the presence of her boyfriend between her legs.

Sam opened her up with his fingers and pushed his tongue deeper inside.

Farrah was feeling very turned on now, no longer able to ignore her unquenchable thirst for satisfaction. Her hand went down beneath her pants and quickly found her cursed love hole, her fingers shaking with anticipation as they slipped softly into her. She knew it was wrong, but she had done so much worse in her years... and now, she needed relief so that she could buy some time for herself.




To Live Forever More



"My turn!" the big dumb oaf stood up from his spot between Lacey's legs and crawled up next to her.

"Fuck!" Lacey cried in torment. "It was just starting to feel good,"

"Yeah, so do me and then we can..."

"Have sex?" Lacey sat up and glared in anger at Sam.

"Well, why not?" Sam moved his hand to her bare waist.

"Congratulations, you just killed your chances of getting ANYTHING from me," Lacey began to get dressed.

Farrah began to sweat from outside the door, knowing that now she would have to retreat to her room to finish without any images of inspiration.

"Where are you going?" Sam called.

"Out," Lacey grabbed for a T-shirt.

....Or maybe not, Farrah thought to herself as she hid behind the door to her own bedroom across the hall.

"Asshole," Lacey said to herself as she passed her mother's room, unknowing of the presence beyond.

Farrah waited, and waited. And then waited some more as she listened to hear her daughter slam the door to their house. It felt like an eternity, a fire burned inside of her and it needed to be put out, now! 

Slam!

Ha! Farrah began the dash to her daughter's bedroom where the stupid football player lay upon the bed in frustration and (sadly) confusion.

"Hello, Sam," she greeted to his surprise.

"Uh, Mrs..."

"Please, call me Farrah,"

Chapter 4

She slyly descended to the bed next to the dull youth, his mind struggling to turn the gears slowly forward in wonderment of the odd situation.

"I think I should be going," the boy was showing himself to be quite the coward, and Farrah was dumbstruck by the thought that her powers of enticement were not working to the fullest extent of their charm on him.

"So soon?" she placed a slender hand upon his should with a smidgeon of force to keep him seated. "You aren't going to let a small fight with your girlfriend keep you from achieving what you want, are you, Sam?"

"I, uh... you heard?"

"Of course, I'm sure the neighbors heard the way she stormed out of here, slamming the front door like that. She gets in these moods," Farrah's soft fingers moved their way slowly up and down the top of his arm, her glossy nails glimmering in the light atop the room.

"What do you think I should do?" Sam's interest seemed to perk up, just now realizing that she may have a solution to his problem.

"Just take what you need," a spark lit up in Farrah's starving eyes as they stared deep into the youth's own. "Take it and you'll never have to look back."

"T...take it..." Sam tried to understand what this odd woman meant. "Do you mean you want me to... rape your daughter?"

"Ahahaha," Farrah laughed to herself. He really was as dumb as a post. "No, precious, I wasn't talking about her at all," her hand slowly glided all the way up to his lips, fingertips brushing softly against his now trembling mouth and she slipped his pointer finger inside. Unexpected to himself, he accepted it with the closing of his lips overtop it, and his tongue moved about to lather the intruder with saliva.

"Mmm," a moan escaped his mouth.

Farrah smiled as she watched his reaction. That was exactly what she had been waiting for, a point of entry. Now she would be free to take him as she pleased, and nothing would get in her way.

"That's it, Sam," she whispered as she moved her finger back and forth, enjoying as she felt herself become more and more in control. It was time to move things forward. She removed her finger and immediately replaced it with her own suckling mouth, closing the gap between them and holding his head in her warm hands. Their tongues slowly came together and twirled in want and need for each other.

Farrah broke the kiss only seconds later, "Take your pants off."

The cheating moron did as he was told without any question, not one guilty thought ran through his mind about what he was about to do.

Farrah slid down his body and crouched to her knees on the floor in front of the bed. He was already hard and ready, probably mere seconds away from finishing before she could even start. This would not do, for her purposes at least. She decided to test the waters, placing her soft and beautiful, slightly weathered hands upon the throbbing shaft. As expected, it pulsed nervously, and he made an almost urgent sigh.

"We can't have you in a state like this, you're so tense," Farrah breathe her hot breathe upon him as she inched her opening mouth closer to it. She stuck out her tongue and placed it in the middle of his penis, then ran it slowly up the length to the head where she then continued to engulf the mushroom tip in her suckling mouth.

"Ah," his sigh of warning only confirmed her disappointing suspicions.

"Mmm," she moaned as her tongues flicked rapidly inside her hot, suckling mouth, and her soft hands began pumping lightly up and down on the length.

"Oh, shiiiittt!" the words groaned in the air as Farrah felt a torrent of thick streams shoot to the back of her throat. She continued to suck and pump the average sized member, willing every bit of his batter to trickle inside her pipeline until there was nothing left. The boy lay out of breathe at the end, relaxed as she had wanted.

"Good boy," Farrah smiled naughtily and climbed up to lay with him.

"Sorry, I usually last longer, but..."

She placed her hand on his cheek and directed his face to her own, "Then show me," 

The challenge immediately sparked life back into him, and she began rubbing him in attempt to retain his full length for her once more.

She then started to undress herself, the boy watched in awe at every new piece of skin she had to show. In no time at all, she was stark naked on the bed and urging him to get on top of her. She lay seductively before him, legs crawling wider and wider as he stepped up to the plate.

"Shou...should I wear a condom?" a gear must have finally turned in his head.

"No, baby. I want to feel all of you inside of me," her voice hinted of desire and anguish.

Sam could not have been happier with this response, and he plunged his hard rod deep inside her aching vagina with great vigor. Her hands reached around his body and stoked his head as she held it to her own. She could remember all the times she had done this before, none of them would ever amount to when she held Paul this way. But she tried, and did her best to imagine.

Sam humped in and out of her, the feeling was incredible. Immediately his thoughts began to wander to the future. Wondering how it would feel to finally have Lacey like this... or maybe... both at the same time! Yeah! They'd be cool with it, right?

Farrah urged him to go harder and faster, trying desperately to get something out of it before it was over. The most she could hope for was a small bit of satisfaction before taking the life of one so young.

"Ungh," Sam stuck as deep as he could, roughly trying to turn the tables and take control of the situation. Alas, she only wanted more.

"Come on, Sam, faster!"

"I... I cannnn't!" his eyes shut tightly, he was on the verge.

The deed was done, and she could do nothing else for him, "Okay, baby. Cum inside. Just cum inside and feel how good it feels to give me your hot sperm," 

"Ergh!" he tensed hard as his sperm flooded deep inside of her. She grabbed his face and kissed him passionately, sending him to heaven with what she could only imagine must have been pure bliss for the boy.

He sighed, sighed again, a faint sigh now. His body relaxed on top of her and their breathing slowed to a relaxed pace. She stroked his hair softly, waiting for that final breath. The last second of life, he would spend recovering from pure ecstasy.

It never came.

"That was amazing," Sam smiled to himself.

"Fuck!" Farrah cursed to herself as she pushed the bastard off of her.

"What?" he stared at her in disbelief as she began to pick her clothes from the ground. Something had gone completely wrong... she loved him not. She hated the little shit!

"Get the fuck out of my house, and don't you ever speak to my daughter ever again!" Farrah screamed her frustration. The spell had done nothing to him at all; he was just a cheating little fucker of no significance to anyone.

Chapter 5

Farrah cried for what seemed like hours in her bedroom after a shower that didn't seem like it had helped cleanse her of what had taken place in her daughter's room. What could she do now? Her true love was dead... both from a past life and the current one. The aches of need would only get worse, she knew, to the point where she would no longer be able to control herself. What would happen then?

Even now, the burning sensation between her legs was coming back to her after a very short time of relief. All she could do was cry, and when it got to a certain point, she would cry with her fingers buried deep in her trenches.

"Mom...?" Lacey peeped weakly from the doorway to her mother's room.

"Lacey," Farrah looked to the door in total surprise. "I didn't hear you come in,"

Lacey walked closer and sat on the opposite end of the bed, staring meekly at her mother with a look of sadness upon her face.

"I guess we're both having a bad day, huh?" 

Farrah sniffed and sat up, trying to compose herself, "I heard you and Sam fighting earlier today."

Lacey flushed, "Sorry, I had no idea you were home."

"It's alright, it happens. You want to talk about it?"

"No. He's just a jerk is all," the beautiful girl let out a deep breath of sadness and tried her best to forget about her situation. "Are you crying about dad again?"

"I..." Farrah thought for a moment, "yes..."

Lacey knew it must have been hard on her, the adjustment period would most likely last a couple more years even. Overcome with pathos, she moved herself closer to the poor woman and hugged her tightly, hoping it would spare her some comfort for the time being.

Farrah immediately began to cry again, bursting into a sea of tears that fell upon her daughter's shoulder.

"It's okay, mom," Lacey put a hand to the back of Farrah's head and stroked her head gently, just as had been done to her as a child. 

"I'm so sorry, I know I need to be strong for you now, sweetheart," Farrah sobbed uncontrollably, mimicking the actions of Lacey with her hand.

Now it was Lacey's turn to purge her tears, and both women wept unrestrainedly to one another. Holding one another ever so tightly, sobbing like babies that needed to be hushed back to gentle sleep, and stroking one another to ease the hurt.

"Momhmm," Lacey could not contain her anguish.

"I know sweetheart, I know!" Farrah moved her head slightly back to kiss the girl on the cheek. It was then that something happened; a spark had ignited, and the cruelties of fate allowed themselves to be shown. The soft pecks did not stop at one, and the soft flesh of the girl's face found itself time and again sucked into the soft caress of her mother's lips.

"Oh, mom," Lacey returned the sweet pecks upon her mom's face, kissing each other without any thought of where it was soon to escalate to. Their lips came closer and closer until they had finally found one another, and now began to suckle in harmony at one another's mouths. No thought of the situation became apparent then, as Farrah unleashed her tongue into the needing mouth of her daughter and lovingly made contact with the other.

Farrah reached her loving hands to caress her daughter's face, an action that was responded to with an innocent moan of pleasure.

Driven by a newfound desire, Lacey broke the kiss in pleading request, "Mommy?"

"Shh," Farrah's motherly instincts washed over her and she laid the pure one down on her back.

"Mommy, I need... I need..."

"I know, honey," the mother said in a hushed tone and a look of lust as she pushed her pointer finger into her daughter's mouth to suck on; a pacifier had done the same trick when she had been a baby. "Mommy's gonna make it all better, okay?"

"Mmhmm!" Lacey sucked eagerly on the tender bone.

With her free hand, Farrah pulled at Lacey's pants. The girl complied by lifting herself slightly from the bed to allow the clothing to slide off of her.

"Oh, baby! You've grown to be so beautiful!" Farrah marveled at the sight before her. Neither of them were thinking clearly yet, and neither of them would until satisfaction had been met. The girl's tight thong was then pulled from its place to reveal the most adorable pink entrance Farrah had ever laid her eyes upon. It twitched with need and anticipation.

"Mmm, mmm!" Lacey lifting up again, urging her mother not to waste any more time. Farrah delved two fingers slowly inside her daughter's pussy, watching the girl's quick reaction of thrusting into them. It was more than either of them could handle as shivers ran through their entire beings.

The fingers fucked in and out at a rapidly quickening pace, and the warmest of fluids seeped from her hole like a water fountain on both the hand that fed it and the mattress below.

"Uh!" Lacey's mouth opened wide and her hands came up to grab the hand she had been soothing herself upon. She lavishly started licking the entire hand, moaning and sobbing in need of more.

"Cum for me, honey. Cum on my hand," Farrah urged, her fingers now racing back and forth, deeper and deeper as she penetrated.

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhooohhhh!" Lacey humped upwards hard as her orgasm washed over her entire body and her liquids began spurting out into the air like waves in the sea. The juice drenched everything including Farrah's hand which kept fucking her hard, and again more waves of love began shooting from the girl's pouring vagina. "Ahhh!" Lacey screamed out in surprise as a fourth torrent of rain escaped her.

After that last squirting, Farrah slowed her penetrations and the girl began to finally come down from her orgasm. They both breathed heavily, and the aches of need began to subside in each of them. Farrah grasped the girl's face with both hands and kissed her passionately. There they fell asleep in absolute exhaustion. Finally, relieved for a time.

Chapter 6

Farrah awoke from her deep sleep early the next morning, just as the sun had been easing its light into the atmosphere. Her small, soft, and beautiful girl in her arms, fast asleep and as peaceful as can be. She kissed her daughter's forehead, unable to resist showing her emotion for the most splendid thing she had ever had a hand in creating. Then it hit her.

"Oh, my god!" she whispered to herself in a panic as she jumped from the bed, suddenly realizing what had happened the night before. She had taken her daughter on as a lover, just as she had done to her poor son so many years ago. She had watched the beautiful spectacle squirm at the touch of her hand, and urged her to cum hard with an unreal torrent of splashing liquid. No resistance had occurred on either of their parts, and nothing had been realized until now.

The girl was still fast asleep in the bed. Farrah gently put the covers back over the girl and tiptoed out of the room in complete mortification. How could this have happened? How could the spell have worked on another woman? This whole incident made no sense, but the entire thing had happened as if it were working in full force...

Poor Farrah collapsed just outside the door and broke out into tears, her whole body shaking in terror. She could not go through this again, not right after losing her husband. He was the deal, not her beautiful baby girl.

There was no thinking straight at a time such as this. Something needed to be done, and she needed information about what was going on. There had to be a way of stopping this, for there was no way to have sexual intercourse with her own daughter, was there? No, there couldn't be. It was illogical. Unthinkable!

She crawled her way down the stairs, shaking uncontrollably and sobbing like a newborn. She reached the kitchen phone and curled herself into a ball after dialing the number.

"Hello?" the tired voice answered.

"Gretchen,"

"Ah, hello, dear. I suppose I was right, wasn't I?"

"No," Farrah was too flustered to get her words out. "You were...so...wrong!" her breath was shaking with her body.

"Wrong? Is there something you forgot to mention to me, Farrah?"

"I'm..." Farrah whispered, trying to regain some composure. "I'm...bisexual,"

"...my,my," was all that could be heard on the other end.

"Please! Please, help me!" Farrah cried.

"Well I don't know how something like that would work, but I assume the worst has occurred?"

"My...daughter!" she could not be calmed.

"I see. This is all very...interesting. I can't make it over until tomorrow morning, but I promise I will do whatever I can in the meantime to find out how that would tie in to the spell. If anything, I'm certain you'll still need a man's sperm to continue the process forward. Just calm down until we can figure this out," the line when dead and Farrah felt alone and scared once more.

Gretchen's words had indeed had a slight comforting affect to them. There was no way two women could engage in intercourse in the way the spell needed, that was a fact. Her sexual insanity was just out of control, and needed some relief. Perhaps in a sense, Gretchen had been right in trying to help her before, as Farrah's relationship with her daughter may never be the same again.

It didn't take her long to figure out that she needed to get away from the house for the rest of the day. Somehow she needed to attract a man, garner feelings for someone before another bad incident occurred.

Chapter 7

Lacey woke up a couple hours later, feeling alone and a little odd. Her mind eventually focused on the events of the night before, and many questions began to circulate in her mind. For unlike in Paul, a female's feelings were quite different in such circumstances. Her mother had shown her passion, feelings that women were not supposed to have for one another, especially related ones. But she had done so knowingly, as a declaration of undying love?

Lacey could not understand the feelings inside her for her mother either. They had been quite close, but never before had she felt such a strong need to explore someone else's body. The gentle sensations that had been granted to her, she wanted so desperately to return. But how could she now? Her mother was gone now, probably to guilty to face her child. She needed her back so she could admit her feelings, and ask what they were going to do.

She walked the house a few times, but indeed, her mother was nowhere to be found. She felt a little betrayed, but also excited for her return. She wanted to be held, not by a man, but by the one who lovingly gave her life. Nothing could sooth her more than that sexy woman's embrace.

Another odd thing that had been running through her mind was her mind-blowing orgasm. She had never cum like that before, nor had she ever heard of any girl squirting so much of such a thick substance during one in her life. She had simply accepted it the night before in the heat of passion, as her mother did, but what if there were actually something wrong with her medically?

A knock at the door came a few hours later. Lacey assumed it was her mother, but wondered why she would be knocking. Was she that embarrassed? Perhaps it was her jerk ass boyfriend, come to apologize. She would accept no apology.

The door opened, and behind it was a very unfamiliar face. An old woman, attractive as hell for her age, but somehow... strange.

"Hello, dear. Is your mother home?"

"Um, no. I don't know when she'll be back, actually," the girl admitted.

"Oh, that's alright. Actually, I have some news for her, and I came all this way..."

"Oh, are you a friend of hers?"

"Hmhm," the old woman grimaced. "No, deary. This may sound strange to you, but I am your grandmother."

The girl was taken aback by this, not knowing what to do with the information. "You're... my what?"




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"It's a little hard to explain, your mother and I have had an odd relationship over the years. I heard about your father's death and, well, I didn't want to cause a stir at the funeral so I waited a while before checking up on you two," Gretchen wore a very sincere expression upon her face.

Lacey was not so trusting of the woman, but in no way felt threatened by her.

"I... Um, I don't know what to say," a fake laugh escaped her. "I guess you can come in and wait for her if you'd like,"

"Oh, wonderful," Gretchen happily accepted the invitation. "You ARE gorgeous, aren't you?" she flattered her grandchild/great grandchild.

"Thank you," Lacey smiled uncomfortably. She led the old woman to the sitting room and they both sat upon the sofa together, both aware of an oncoming awkward situation. "So, uh, why don't you and mom talk?"

"Ah, well. I guess that's up to her to tell if she wants. I'm not here to interfere, I just wanted to make sure you two were okay."

"Uh, we're okay, I guess..."Lacey bit her lower lip.

"Oh, you poor thing," Gretchen moved closer to the girl and put her hand to the soft and pretty face. "It must be awful to lose your father."

"Yeah," Lacey shifted her gaze away.

"Well I promise you, grandma is going to fix everything when your mother gets 

home."

Meanwhile, as this conversation had been taking place, Farrah had joined a speed dating service. It was the best thing she could think of in her altered state of mind, the memories haunting her all the time and the ache in her stomach acting together to destroy her. Animal instinct was slowly taking her over, and she needed to try and stay focused.

"So, tomorrow night then?" a man named Alec asked her.

"Yes, if you're sure you can't make it out tonight," Farrah hinted.

"I really wish I could," he really did wish he could, "but I've gotta fly out to a meeting tonight."

"Ah, I understand," this was the only man she had seen any potential in, and she was sure she couldn't wait another day. The plan had been sunk once more. Perhaps... perhaps one more night with her daughter would help though. She could explain everything to her, ad maybe... just maybe, Lacey would join her in practicing the spell herself. Together they could attain eternal life! And also, she could gain some relief until morning when Gretchen arrived.

It was quite possibly the worst plan ever, but she knew that she needed to talk to Lacey eventually, and now would probably be the best time. And she would probably believe everything she had to say, given the effects of the spell already working on the girl's system.

Farrah and Alex parted as strangers, and she was on her way home for the night. A failure once more.

Chapter 8

"Hi," Lacey greeted her mother shyly when Farrah walked through the door.

"H..." Farrah could see Gretchen lurking up behind her daughter. "What is she doing here?"

"I was able to make it faster than I had planned," Gretchen spoke.

"How come you never told me about her?" Lacey now realized that what the old woman had been saying was the truth.

"I..." Farrah looked back and forth between them. "I'm exhausted, and I need some time to think," she walked off towards the living room.

Gretchen spoke into her granddaughter's ear quietly, "Give me a moment with her, would you please?"

Lacey complied by running up to her room and Gretchen crept into Farrah's view eerily.

"I need relief," Farrah admitted sheepishly.

"I know, but I came up with an idea."

Farrah's eyes lit up, "You reread the book? What does it say?"

"Absolutely nothing," Gretchen admitted. "But I think that I can figure out what to do if given the time."

"I don't have time, mother!" Farrah cried. "I need help! I need you to relieve me before I go insane!"

"I can't do that, sweetie," Gretchen said coldly.

"You have to!"

"No, Farrah. I need to watch you with your daughter. It is the only way I'll be able to figure out how any of this makes sense."

"What?!" Farrah could not believe what she was hearing. She was too angry and horny to fight with her now, and talking with her daughter now would only lead to something that was unneeded now that Gretchen was here. If only she weren't so damn stubborn. "You're unbelievable!"

"Farrah, you need to listen to me!"

"Nevermind! I'll do it on my own!" Farrah stormed off in a fluster. There was no use in trying to compromise with this woman, for she must have gone awry in her old age.

Gretchen, however, was not going to give up so easily. She knew more than anyone the power that the spell had over people, and she would use it however she saw necessary. Quietly walking up the stairs, she headed to Lacey's room where she sat upon her bed waiting anxiously to get some information.

"Hello, my dear."

"Is my mom ready to talk to me yet?"

"Yes, she's just going to need a little push. I feel a little unwelcome at the moment, so I am going to a motel for the night. But you should go and set things right with her. She needs you in this time of pain."

"Alright... it was nice meeting you. And... sorry I thought you were, y'know, dead,"

"Ahahaha," Gretchen laughed. "Don't worry about it. The pleasure was all mine, darling," and with those words, Gretchen slipped out of sight and down the stairs, awaiting the coming events as she listened for Lacey's bedroom exit. It came only moments later, a slender form in the dark moving swiftly across the hall towards Farrah's room.

Farrah's door opened a small crack, and Lacey could hear some ruffling beneath the covers upon the bed where her mother lay in the pitch black darkness. Soft moans of frustration escaped the older woman's lips as she fucked her fingers in and out of her body, but to the girl it seemed as though she had been crying by her lonesome.

Lacey moved closer, understanding now that she needed to be there for her mother again, only this time they would have an honest conversation. She sat upon the bed and startled her mom, leaning forward and hugging her in an attempt to bring comfort to her.

"Lacey!" Farrah's finger's stopped as she realized what was going on.

"It's okay, mom. I'm here,"

"No, you... you need to go!" her fingers delved further into herself again, unable to control the urges she had unleashed.

"No," Lacey hugged the woman more firmly. "You need me and I want to help you,"

"Lacey, I... Oh, my godddd!" Farrah began fucking herself faster again. 

"Mom? What are you doing?" she pulled the covers away. At first, the darkness hid all from her, but then her eyes adapted to the beaming skin of her mother's naked form and the dirty act she had been performing on herself. "I'm sorry, I..."

"Lacey!" Farrah grabbed the girl's hand and stuck it inside her vagina, no longer able to fight her need for human contact. It had all happened so suddenly that Lacey did not have time to react, and she simply allowed her mother to use her hand as she willed. 

"Mom! What are you...?"

"Help me, Lacey! I need to cum! I need it so bad!" there was an urgency in her voice, as though she were about to be killed by an intruder. The girl had no clue what was happening, but she now had a goal set for her and it became quite evident that she could not avoid trying for it. She bent her fingers slightly as they fucked in and out of her mother's vaginal passage, exploring the forbidden territory that had birthed her so many years ago.

"Oh, wow," Lacey whispered as her mother grabbed her face to bring in for a passionate kiss. "Mmmm," she moaned innocently.

"Oh," Farrah broke the kiss. "Baby, make mommy cum!"

Their breathing had been in full rapidity now, and Lacey slid her way down the woman's gorgeous mature body down to her pleasure hole where she instantly clamped her thirsty mouth upon a new set of lips. "Mm,"

"Ohhh!" Farrah's went into a rage with the contact. 

It was then that the lights suddenly came up, illuminating the room completely. Farrah could see Gretchen standing at the door smiling as she watched them, but there was nothing that could be done about that right now.

Farrah's hands pushed at the girl's head, urging her to push her cute little tongue as far as it would go inside of her. Lacey complied , sliding her teeth upn and down the clitoris steadily as she did so.

"Oh my godddddd! I'm cumming, baby! Mommy's cummmmmingggg!" Farrah rocked back and forth twice then strained in place as she screamed in ecstasy. A small amount of liquid flowed through her passageway and into the girl's feasting mouth. She swallowed everything she could get with tiny moans of pleasure.

"Beautiful," Gretchen smiled to herself from the doorway.

Farrah slowly started to calm down now, breathing heavily but at a much calmer pace. She grabbed the girl's face and brought it up for another kiss of undying love for one another.

Lacey broke it almost immediately, "Mommy," she gave the biggest puppy dog eyes she knew how.

"Oh, the poor sweet child needs her mother to make her cum now," Gretchen mocked as she moved to the bedside. "Mommy mustn't ignore baby's needs,"

Farrah was snapping back to reality once more, but she could not stand to see Lacey in so much pain. Whether it was right or wrong, she needed to fix her daughter up as soon as she could.

"Lay down, sweetie." 

Lacey wasted no time, falling backwards on the bed and pulling at her own pants anxiously.

"That's it, baby," Gretchen watched happily. "Mommy will take such good care of her baby. After you were such a good girl, you should be rewarded."

"Shut up," Farrah warned in annoyance. The girl's tiny opening was so beautiful, much better from this angle than from the other night. She leaned in slowly, watching her daughter's suffering in disgust, and touched the tip of her tongue to the pussylips of her young.

"Ungh!!!!" Lacey went crazy in an instant, forcing Farrah to hold he girl's legs in place.

"Stay still, honey," Farrah again licked softly, pushing her tongue up and down, and finally, sliding it pleasurably inside the little hole.

"Ah! Ah! Ahh!" Lacey squealed uncontrollably. "I can't! I cannnn't!" she cried, unable to take the amount of pleasure she was being given.

Farrah's mouth now clamped upon the organ in its entirety, unleashing her gathered saliva into her daughter's own mixture and massaging every crevice that she could. Lacey squirmed more and more, but could not escape her mother's firm grasp on her body.

"Ohohoho," Gretchen laughed. "Careful not to give the poor thing a heart attack, Farrah dear."

"Mommmyyyyy!" Lacey tensed up completely and unleashed torrents of gushing fluids with almost no warning. Flooding Farrah's mouth to the point of choking, and then spraying into the air. 

"Oh, my," Gretchen's interest rose to a peak. 

"Ah!!!! Ung!!!!!! Ahhhhh!" Lacey's wails were in sync with her squirts of love juice. Farrah found herself sticking her tongue back in the hole, slowing the waves and catching some down her throat.

"Oh, so beautiful!" Gretchen bent down to kiss the girl on the mouth as her orgasm slowly began to calm.

"Uhnh," Lacey felt as though her entire being had been violated by this display of energy, embarrassed and afraid.

"Sleep now," Gretchen beckoned them. The spell had finally taken them, and they were completely under its power.

Their energy depleted, they both began to black out in exhaustion.

"Now I see what needs to be done," Gretchen declared to herself.

Chapter 9

Lacey and her mother awoke in a new room. A large room that they had never seen before, but bare except for the beds they were tied to, side by side, naked as the days they were born. Gretchen stood before them smiling.

"Ah, you're awake now," Gretchen announced as Lacey finally came to.

"Stop it, Gretchen!" Farrah yelled.

"Okay, I will let you tell the grand story, dear." Gretchen offered.

Sleepily, Lacey blinked in attempt to wake herself. She looked over to the bed beside her to where her mother was tied, hands and feet.

"Mom? What is going on?"

Farrah looked angrily at Gretchen, the bitch was smiling as usual. "Lacey, I hoped you wouldn't have to find out, I... your grandmother and I used to read a book of black magic. A powerful spell promised eternal life if it was to be conducted right, but at a high cost."

"To suck the life from the one you love the most," Gretchen stated flatly. " Which is exactly what she did to her own son many years before you came about."

Lacey didn't know if she was still dreaming or not, but the story didn't seem to make very much sense. "How does this involve me?"

"She loves you, you idiot!" Gretchen's patience was at its peak. She had not gotten much sleep in hastily preparing this setup. 

"Lacey, I never meant for this to happen! I never even knew it could! And I promise I would never hurt you on purpose, I just..." Farrah began to cry again.

"And now comes the act of love," Gretchen finished.

"Who ARE you!?!" Lacey yelled in hatred.

"I haven't lied to you, my dear. And I shan't start now," Gretchen reached by her feet to a black bag and pulled out an oddly shaped tube. "I have figured out how this works. I watched you two going at it, and I realized instantly that Lacey released a thick substance resembling that of the 'life force' sperm of my past lovers. One could assume that there are ways in which to accomplish the ultimate goal, and Farrah can go on to her final phase of achieving eternal life!"

"You're sick!" Farrah said in disgust.

"Oh, am I? You lost your husband right before it was time for him to die, but you were prepping for his death for a long time. That was your mistake, you planned too well. All along, it wouldn't even have mattered if he had still been living, for the one you love the most is right here."

Lacey looked at her mother, recognizing, to her horror, an expression of realization looking back at her. It was all true.

"No," Lacey whispered to herself.

"You're awful," Farrah fought back.

"Oh, quit the crap, Farrah. You're really just as terrible as I am, probably even worse. I'll prove it to you. When it was you and Paul, I gave you no choice, I forced you into it. Now I will give you the choice to save your daughter's life. I am going to untie you and you only. What you do from there is up to you. But know this, there is no way you will find someone you love more than that girl right there, and therefore, your urges will become worse and worse until you take her anyway. Not as a loving mother, but as a beast of instinct and nothing more."

Farrah and Lacey's hearts stopped at this, and Gretchen wasted no time in cutting Farrah free. There was no way out of it, not that they could see.

"Mommy, please untie me!" there had to be another way, Lacey held on to hope. The spell had taken her, but not enough to take away her want of life, yet.

"There you go," Gretchen moved aside.

Farrah stepped closer to Lacey's bed. Maybe this was it, maybe she would have to kill herself and end the curse to save her daughter's life.

"Don't worry, sweetie, I'm going to untie you. We'll figure something out, I promise."

Lacey was happy at this.

Farrah reached the bed and grasped with weak hands at the ropes at her daughter's wrist. "They're so tight,"

"Try, mom, pull!"

Farrah's mind began to spin, she was too weak. She needed it all to end. 

"A knife, I need a knife," she spoke. It was not to untie the girl, but to kill herself with and end all the suffering. "Just one kiss, one last," the thought had worked its way at her. She grabbed her daughter's face and touched their lips together.

Lacey turned away, "Mom!?"

"One more!" Farrah forcefully grabbed her again and kissed her unrestrainedly. 

Chapter 10

"Hahaha," Gretchen laughed as she watched.

"Stop!" Lacey turned her head from side to side in attempt to work away from her mother.

"Just...one," Farrah's voice was hushed with a hint of lust.

"I suppose you're just too beautiful to her," the old woman smiled from her place across the room.

"No," Lacey's whimpering was panicked, but Gretchen could tell that it would not be long until she would give in as her mother had.

"Baby," Farrah's whispers were desperate now, her hands now searched all over her daughter's squirming body. So soft, so warm upon her smooth skin.

"Uh!" A soft moan escaped Lacey's lips as her shifting calmed slowly down and her mother once again put her hands upon her face tenderly. "The...the knife,"

"I can't, child..." Farrah whined as tears began to form in the corners of her eyes. "I need you..."

Their hungry mouths mashed together in a lock of passion and love for one another, their tongues were in full assault as their saliva swirled into a most beautiful concoction. Farrah's blissful touch upon the girl's face sent electrical currents through her tiny form and her pelvis lifted slightly from the bed. Farrah wasted no time in moving forward as she released their lock and kissed her way sloppily down Lacey's body. The girl trembled in anticipation, her fears biting at her wits but the spell's enchantment was just too strong to overcome, even in the final moments of life.

Farrah buried her face in her daughter's vagina, the thick solution was already seeping from her twitching hole.

"Ohhhh!" Lacey cried out, her fear getting the best of her voice's power, but nothing else. Her mother sucked and licked angrily, her tongue beckoning her clit to call upon more juices from the inner layer.

Farrah now positioned her body in front of her daughter's without even thinking about what sins she would soon commit.

"Nuh!" A moan of panic swept through the poor girl, there was no escaping her doom now. "Mom..."

"Shh, baby," Farrah placed their soft, naked holes firmly against one another, sending shudders through the both of them. "Ahh!"

"Unh! Unnh!" Mommy!"

"Oh, sweetheart!"

Farrah began to fuck her daughter, a medium pace between passion and lust. Lacey felt so wonderful, her fears quickly dissipating into nothingness.

"Mommy..." she whimpered shyly.

"Oh, honey," Farrah kissed her mouth tenderly, the girl could do nothing to resist as she was completely under the control of the woman. "My beautiful baby! Mommy needs your cum so badly, I just can't take it!"

Lacey began to gyrate her hips to meet the thrusts more welcomingly. 

"I... I love you," Lacey shut her eyes tightly and relished in the passion.

"I love you too, Lacey, I doooo!" Farrah was unable to slow nor quicken her pace, lost in something she could not understand. She just humped and humped, feeling the electric pleasure course through their veins at once. She grabbed her face again and kissed her passionately.

Watching as Lacey finally seemed to give in to her lust, Gretchen got hold of her knife and began to cut the girl's ties loose. But she did not run, no. She did not attempt to get away. It was up to her mother to save her, for she was too weak to escape her loving strokes. Her arms came up and latched around her mother, caressed her head and neck, then moved down to her hard working bottom.

"Oh, my precious," Farrah cradled Lacey's head at her chest and the girl's mouth immediately suckled onto one of her nipples. "Uh, unghhhh!" she groaned. "Suck mommy, baby. Drink her milk," she willed herself into lactation and the girl started to feed in blissful agony.

"Never have I witnessed such a love," Gretchen stated devilishly in awe.

"Uhhhoohhhhhh!" Lacey let out a moan as Farrah moved harder into her. "Mommy! Le...let...let me cum!"

"I will, precious! I need you to come in mommy!" Their eyes met in an inescapable gaze.

Lacey squealed as her body started to squirm again.

"Yesss," Farrah watched her eyes intently.

"Uh, uh, UH!! Aaaahhh!!!" Lacey quivered viciously, her orgasm had begun.




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"That's it, baby," Farrah instructed, her eyes filling with tears of her own as she now gave her daughter the greatest pleasure she could ever know.

"I...Uh...Cumminnnnnggggg!" Lacey wailed as her mother held her tightly to her chest. A flush of Lacey's girl cum swept through her rapidly and began to enter the older woman's womb in spills. Farrah felt it, and it sent her into an orgasm of her own, one that she had not experienced for so many years.

"AAAhhhh!" they yelled in unison, the girl's life force draining into her mothers at full speed. There was so much cum, Farrah felt as though her belly would explode soon from being too full if most had not spilled down form their bodies. But alas, she held firm her position and took the pleasure in torrents of pressure.

"So... beautiful," Gretchen smiled.

"Ung, Lacey!" Farrah cried. "Mommy loves you, so much!" she kissed her as their orgasms rushed through them.

Lacey convulsed and convulsed in sublime pleasure, exploding every last bit of juice she had. Her orgasm had eventually depleted her energy completely, and she laid back to relax. Her breathing slowed, and she felt very tired. It was the most beautiful thing feeling her mother's soft hands caress her right then. They breathed in unison, slower and slower as Farrah fucked her daughter softly. Her hand came up to Lacey's face and she kissed her girl lovingly for the last time. With her last breath, Lacey had never felt more loved in her life.

The girl was no longer breathing when Farrah's orgasm had finally ended. She held the lifeless beauty in her arms as she had done with her son long ago. 

Conclusion

"It's done, Farrah."

"I know," Farrah answered her mother.

"I wish it weren't such a cruel life, but believe me, it will all be worth it in the end. Only one more life to take and it is all yours."

"I will not allow for my children to have died in vain," Farrah agreed.

"Then are you ready for what I have to tell you?" Gretchen asked.

"What?"

"I sense another presence in the room... living... two more, in fact."

"I don't understand," 

"Farrah, did you have unprotected sex with a man recently?"

"I... Lacey's boyfriend..."

"My poor disgusting fool of a daughter. You are pregnant with twins."

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