Mom's Teacher of Magic

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This is a cuckold-themed fantasy story about a mother having sex in front of her son. WARNING! Submissive cuckold stuff. There is NO INCEST. There is NO RECLAMATION. The mother is a cool, beautiful witch; the sex is somewhat unrealistic dubcon; the son is a wimp and a cuck to the end, which is the point. Enjoy!

All characters are older than 18 years old. No underage characters exist in this story at all.

One way for a trainee witch like my mom to use good magic early is to contract a demon, a deity, or a fairy. Demons are duplicitous and deities exacting, so mom eventually settled for a fay lord called Rogier, Oberon's 70th son by the fiendess Ducyl.

She was not nearly experienced enough to construct a ritual, but could follow one. So mom paid a premium for a grimoire written centuries ago by the sorceress Oriabel, who'd contracted Ducyl and described the experience in meticulous detail.

Since I was to assist, I also read the book cover to cover, not least because of how saucy it was: the fay demand restitution, and the beautiful Oriabel's offering was herself. Mom wasn't doing that at least. Instead, unable to modify the ritual, she went out one day and brought back to the mansion a local girl of twenty.

The girl's name was Ide. Delightfully pretty and shapely, she was exactly the kind sculptors modeled their goddesses after. Although a commoner (she was a maid in some house) and in a bit of awe of our mansion, she was confident, good-natured, and well-mannered. Somewhat famous for her beauty and elegance as well as decisiveness, Ide was among the first recommended to mom.

Thankful beyond words that mom at least was out of danger, I still tried to privately talk to mom about what this beautiful Ide, clearly no harlot, was about to be subjected to - the fay were notoriously immoral! Instead of responding mom called the girl over.

"My son here is worried you are being duped by an immoral witch. Do you understand what you will be doing in my house, Ide?"

"Such conscurn is mighty kind of young master," she said with a bow, "but his lordship needs not worry because I well know what I am to do for her ladyship here."

"And what is that?" said my mom.

The girl lowered her eyes. "Let the elf-man plow my land so her ladyship can have her magicks."

My mom smiled barely perceptibly... and so did the girl. Ide was also receiving a year's worth of wages for her trouble, mom added and asked if I was satisfied. And I wasn't, exactly, but couldn't put my concern into words and had to let the matter go.

So my mom, Ide, and I convened the the laboratory, where a lot of space was prepared and the circles were painted. In front of the sign on the floor there was a carved old chair, on which the girl was instructed to sit. Instead of the clothes she'd come in, Ide was wearing a silk gown - almost a shroud - which wouldn't be flattering if the fabric weren't so fine. As she walked past me, bathed in candlelight, I could see not just the shape but the smooth skin of her buttocks, and when she landed those buttocks in the old chair and placed her hands on the armrests, her full breasts were visible through the silk, shapely nipples and all.

Mom looked at me sternly and said, "Maintain the ritual!"

She was standing on the opposite side of the circle from the girl, holding the book.

So I recited the well-practiced verses, lighting the candles and burning incense according to Oriabel's instructions. Before long mom started reading out loud from the book, and the girl started squirming and fidgeting in her chair. Precisely when expected the candles flared up and went out all at once, and in the center of the circle stood a tall, proud gentleman. His clothes were outdated, hair strangely pale, and his face was handsome but strangely wrong.

He spoke Avallonian. Mom replied in the same language. They seemed to exchange propositions. Then mom pointed at the girl and said, "Tue bhadande."

The man looked over Ide, who shrunk under his gaze, and finally said, "Gessi." Then he strode towards her with haughty decisiveness and, taking the stunned girl by the hand and leaning in like a jeweler studying a gem, he traced with the tip of his index finger a line across her left cheek, then lips, along the silk and the breasts underneath, which made the girl wince, and down along her stomach. Then he commanded, "Ple," and Ide's dress exploded into hundreds of gray moths that flew away.

With this he adroitly picked up and lifted up the staring girl's legs, pushing the left over the armrest and the right onto his shoulder, which put Ide into an adorably awkward pose, bade his belt undo itself with magic, dropped down his pants without touching them, and, without further ado, pierced the girl and made love.

Soon she was gasping softly, then loudly, and eventually cried out and arched her back. The man kept making love to her, though, and the chair kept on rattling, and after some while the girl whimpered and shook for the second time. Now covered in sweat, hair disheveled, Ide leant forward and held onto him as if for dear life, wrapping her shapely legs around his waist, hands clutching his elegant shirt, eyes glued to his face, until she mewled almost piteously and climaxed the third time.

At this the fay stopped, kissed the girl on the lips and stood up.

Ide leaned back in the chair, breathing heavily, covered in great drops of sweat, her right leg still lifted over the armrest. The fay prince meanwhile turned around with his dick out and still fully erect - and a big and shapely and inhumanly gorgeous one it was - and spoke to mom in a bored tone of voice.

Now, I knew what was going on, and it wasn't good. The ritual Oriabel designed had a proviso that he could "satisfy" her three times before he finished once to get free of the contract. This would leave a dangerous fay in our house, uncontrolled by the spells - a common but deadly mistake that would endanger not just Ide and mom, but the whole household.

Mom looked more annoyed than scared, though. Without responding to the man's question, she dropped the book and walked straight into the circle. When she was next to the fay, he wrapped his arm around mom's waist and, stretching his sensual mouth in a predatory smile, ushered her towards the chair. Mom tried to face him, but he didn't let her. Instead, he pushed her onto the chair. Bent over this way, mom quickly grabbed onto the back of the chair with one hand and an armrest with the other, whereas the fay man lifted the skirt of her dress. Mom was wearing adorable cotton pantaloons - which the man ripped on the back in a single, short pitiless motion - held mom by the hips with both hands - and made love to her from behind.

This was almost too much for me. I had watched the beautiful Ide's lovemaking with a secret, wild and mind-numbing arousal. Each of her shuddering, moaning orgasms made me explode with longing and jealousy. But now it was mother's turn.

The chair shaking and rattling even fiercer, my bent over mom barely held onto the chair and Ide and buried her face in the dazed girl's shoulder. Even the girl started panting again, provoked by the lovemaking that was being made on top of her.

All the while I stood at the edge of the circle, idle and anxious, watching uselessly as the inhuman man made love to my bent-over mother. When he pulled out, I could see mom's buttocks, pale-white in the candlelight, and when he plunged back in, I could hear the slap of his front against mom's beautiful behind and the slurp of her opening as it accommodated his cock.

Soon mom arched her back and moaned into the girl's lush hair. With what looked like sympathy, Ide hugged mom tenderly and brushed her hair. The fay prince kept on pumping ever as fiercely, though, and soon mom resumed her rhythmic whimpering. Rising her face like a lioness ready to roar, mom wailed, and her entire body shook for a while. Let go, I thought, let go of my mother, this is too much! But the monster kept going. Now, collapsed onto the girl, both of them rocking along with the chair, mom was mewling at Ida, like a woman crying on a friend's shoulder.

Now I knew that we were in great danger for real.

Gods know that I am not a brave man, but this time I knew what to do, and somehow I found the guts to perform it.

Stepping into the circle myself (and thus losing whatever protection I had from the fay), I knelt behind the man and, even as he vigorously penetrated my mother, I reached between his legs and grabbed onto his ball sack.

This was one of the myriad tricks that crafty Oriabel described, but I was the only one who could do it now.

I grabbed it and softly brushed it with my fingers, squeezing, tugging, but mostly just tickling, like a playful girl would, and exactly like the ancient sorceress said he enjoyed the most. Ducyl looked back at me madly, but kept on doing his thing to my mother. And although I am not into other men, the fay prince was so supernaturally attractive, that even I felt a bit of the hidden desire to please and submit that must have been consuming the women, and that informed my hand so well that, almost immediately, Ducyl, seemingly unable to stop himself anymore, slammed his groin into my mother's backside thrice (making mom cry out every time), pulled mom by the hips against himself, thrust his cock deep inside her and kept it in to the hilt as he groaned and ejaculated again and again in a tremendous screaming inhuman orgasm and continuous ejaculation that lasted for over a minute, all the while keeping my mother impaled and filling and overfilling her pussy and womb with his sweet-smelling seed.

Then the fay man, dazed no less than the girls on the chair, stumbled back a few steps, his half-erect (but still large and inhumanly shapely) cock slipping out of mom's sloppy-wet pussy, caught his breath and said in our language, "Fine! The three of you win. I will serve the head witch for seven weeks."

"And teach her each and every spell that you know," whispered mom, "fairly and earnestly, with... (she took a breath...) the intent of her mastering said magic to her benefit..."

"... and when done, " continued the man, "to return to my realm, bearing no ill will and planning no revenge, forever and ever, against the head with or her associates, friends or enemies, known or unknown, real or imagined..." He went on through the list that Oriabel had meticulously composed to deal with his kind.

"... or her children," finished mom, sperm leaking out of her glistening pussy...

"... or her children," concluded the man - clapped his hands and vanished into thin air, his sour face being the last to dissolve.

The ritual was over.

In the next half hour I helped mom and Ide onto the elegant, exotic couch in the shaded corner of the laboratory. Ide lay among the pillow on her back, her legs slightly apart shamelessly, her wet, freshly used pussy in no way concealed. Mom slipped off my shoulder face-down, and lay on the couch next to Ide like that, her shapely butt up, not at all covered by the shreds of the torn pantaloons.

Just like the girl, mom spread her legs slightly apart for comfort. Ide was beautiful, yet mom was easily her equal; my blood boiled at the sight of how both of their pussies were very well used and so shamelessly put on display. I felt like I'd faint. But unlike Ide, whose beautiful opening oozed clear lube, mom's pussy looked dirty and leaked thick white semen.

Suddenly terrified of what that implied, I touched mom's ankle to get her attention and said, "Mommy... he... is it... in short, are you f-fertile today?"

How elated I was when mom said that she wasn't.

Meanwhile mom rolled over. During the lovemaking, her dress was pulled down off her breasts and up over her waist, ending up like a sort of a girdle or sash. Eyes closed, mom touched herself between the legs, rolled the thick sticky sperm mixed with juice between her fingers, smelled it and licked it off her finger.

"Ah!"

Picking up more from her pussy, mom offered the slimy fingers to Ide and said, "Try it..."

The girl, seemingly half asleep, licked (more like kissed) my mom's fingers, then, fighting sleepiness, took mom's hand in hers and licked the fingers clean.

"Gods, this is better than honey... What is this, ladyship?"

Mom explained.

"Swear I'd eat it from the source... if I could make myself move, ladyship..."

"Get some with your hand..." said mom.

They kept talking in breathless, sleepy whispers. The girl groped for mom's thigh, then pussy, and scooped up some fay semen to lick off hungrily moments later, her eyes still closed. Mom did the same.

Saying nothing, I quietly left the laboratory and did not disturb them until they walked out themselves a few hours later.

***

As per the agreement, the fay prince Ducyl, Oberon's 70th son, spent seven weeks in mom's service, and she in his apprenticeship. For the time she moved for a separate wing of the mansion where neither I nor most servants were allowed. Two weeks into this mom hired Ide as a maid to serve her during apprenticeship. After seven weeks the fay prince disappeared, mom returned to the mansion, and Ide was dismissed. And that was how mom learned quite a bit of her signature magic.

During the summoning mom said she was not fertile at the time. But ten months after the summoning ritual mom bore a child - my beautiful second sister Sibille. After my mother was done nursing her, the father (Ducyl) came back for the child and took her to Faery, where she aged ten years to one in our world. After just two years Sibille came back a grown woman of twenty - almost the same age as I and as beautiful as our mother and thrice as mercurial, willful, and magical.

So although this story is of but a summoning ritual that wasn't even designed by my mother, the event has had a lasting impact on my life and my mother's biography, which is why I have written it down.