Welcome to part two of this series. If you haven't read part one, I highly encourage you to do that first.
Just an addition. It's early August of 2024, and I've gone back and done some reediting to this story. There is some extra dialog I've added, mostly between Margie and Vera. So I'm hoping even if you've already read this story, you'll take the time to read it again. I think you'll enjoy it.
Love,
Mr_Brady
The Choctaw Witch, Part Two
My son, Tom, and I had certainly enjoyed the last very interesting seven days together. Our turbulent relationship changed dramatically from how it had been, from the week before. He'd returned from his trip to Tennessee, and I was practically quoting scripture to him.
To the start of the next week, it was on a Sunday when I had finally surrendered to the inner urges hidden away for far too long. After we arrived home from him accompanying me to church that morning, I became an eager coconspirator with my son. Knowing it was what we both wanted, I willingly joined Tom in his bed, and then the two of us zealously fucked for the very first time.
At first, when the change began, I couldn't understand any of it. But it didn't take long until there were things happening that told me there was something, outside of myself, having a strong influence on everything.
These last few years, I tried the best I knew how not to let on to anyone, especially Tom, the battles I had raging within myself. One part of me wanted to do what I could, to retain my good name in the community and at my church, where I had been a member in good standing for a long time.
The other part of me, desired that my fleshly wants and cravings be fulfilled. Sometimes, when I would be in the bath, I would retrieve a dildo that I had hidden away that no one, not even my husband or my son, knew about. On the days when I could have the privacy I needed, I would use it and imagine different men fucking me. Especially men who attended my church with me. My fantasies centered around me being at their house, going there to visit with their wife. But, of course, she wouldn't be at home. But I'd go in anyway, so I wouldn't appear to be unfriendly. Once inside with the husband, I'd imagine him telling me how attractive he found me to be, and then I'd tell him I couldn't be there with him in that way.
Most of my fantasies about these men, also consisted of them raping me. Once I tried to leave their house, they'd force me back inside where I'd be forced to undress in front of them and then be dragged to their bedroom.
I think the main reason I fantasized about being raped was because then, I could imagine them forcing me to suck their cock, or of them eating my pussy. From an early age, I became addicted to masturbating. And as I'd pleasure myself, I would dwell on those same men from church forcing me to have sex with them. I guess it was because of my fantasies that I thought it was a safe and noncommittal way of engaging in oral sex with someone. If only with it being in my mind.
Sometimes, I would even be thinking of my son when I did those things with the dildo. Even though I was his mother, I could see he had grown up to be a very handsome and desirable man, who, I was sure many women wanted—even me.
On the day when he and I finally crossed the line, after getting home from church, was when I told him some of my secrets. I finally confessed to him that even when his father still lived with us, I wanted to have Tom's cock in me, instead of my own husband's, on those rare occasions when he and I would give in to our passions and fuck.
But one of the things I had refused to do for my husband was go down on him and suck his cock. Sad to say, during that time in my life, I had a strong aversion to engaging in any type of oral sex. But the deeper truth was, I was afraid of performing fellatio. It was due to my concern that my husband's ejaculate would be repulsive and gross, with a terrible taste to it. But once Eliza's spell brought the change I needed, I was able to overcome my fears and aversions to giving, and receiving oral sex.
The truth was, many unexpected things were happening once I began partaking of my son's masculine emissions. That was how Eliza, the Choctaw Witch's spell was supposed to work for Tom, and, of course, eventually for me, too.
After a few days of Tom and I beginning to cross the line in our mother/son relationship, I began to notice unmistakable changes in myself. Not only on the outside, but internally as well. Even down to my very soul, were the differences noticeable. And I was very grateful that Tom had run across Eliza's path. I think he was very thankful, too.
The woman that I was when Tom arrived back home from his Tennessee trip, was not who I had planned on becoming in my younger years. I'd become cynical, angry, contentious, and just a flat-out rude, hateful bitch. And sad to say, I was all of these to my son, who, I knew, didn't deserve any of those things from his mother. But it was because I had put up a holier-than-thou, righteous facade, that I believed could keep Tom from knowing who, and what, his mother truly was.
Another benefit of Eliza's spell was that it made me stop pretending anymore. And, of course, I was trying to pretend that I wasn't attracted to him and being able to tell him how handsome I found him to be. And I knew if I'd confess that to him, then the possibility of the two of us having an incestuous affair could become even greater.
But another underlying obsession that I futilely tried to hide, even from myself, was my recurrent, lusty attraction to other women.
That was another fantasy that I would occasionally partake in when I would masturbate with my dildo in the bathtub. There was this certain woman named, Olivia Pratt, at church, who I was drawn to and found to be very attractive. Sometimes, she and I would get into conversations after the service had let out, and we'd get to talking about things that we both found interesting. Olivia was a person, who when she'd talk to you, liked to put her hands on you. During one of our conversations, we'd been standing rather close and Olivia placed her hand directly on my breast. And when she didn't take it off after having it there for about a minute, my pussy started to become very wet with her hand touching me there.
So, like what happened with some of the men when I jilled myself, I was fantasizing about Olivia and her wandering hands when I masturbated during one of my free afternoons. I thought about me being at her house, and then her starting to touch me in my private places. Olivia then asked me to come to her bedroom so she could show me something. Once we arrived there, she began unbuttoning my blouse, and I didn't do anything to try to stop her. After she had removed my blouse, I took the next step of taking off my bra. We began kissing, and once I was nude from the waist up, I then did my part in getting her completely undressed. That's when I laid her down on her bed and brought my mouth to the moist notch between her legs. Once again because I knew those to be only fantasies, I simply had no problem in engaging in oral sex. And the orgasm I had enjoying that particular fantasy was one of my favorites.
But now, because of Eliza, I knew things were much different. Now, many of my phobias and fears weren't part of my life anymore. It was freeing when I knew that I was the only one holding me back from doing and becoming the woman my fleshly lusts beckoned me to be. Fueled by that realization, I decided that I would soon pay a call on Olivia Pratt. Just to see if she and I could get to know one another better.
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On Tuesday, following the Sunday when Tom and I first made love in his bed, Vera Ellen Preston came to visit us. Or maybe it was just me, because my son wasn't a member of our church. She came knocking around midday, and at the time I wasn't exactly sure why she had come to pay a call to the house. But, of course, the only way I was going to find out the reason, was by opening the door, and asking her to come in when she came calling.
"Hello Vera Ellen, I didn't expect to see you here today."
"Yes, I've been asked by our women's committee to stop by and chat" and then looking directly at Tom, she then said "and also, of course, to thank our visitor, your son, for being there as well, last Sunday."
"Let me start by thanking you, Tom, for answering the call to come and visit with us two days ago. We were all glad to have you there with us."
"Well, Vera Ellen I certainly do appreciate that. Mom's always inviting me to come with her, and I guess that was the day that I said yes. Ha-ha."
"Margaret, I hope this doesn't come across in the wrong way, but there were some of our fellow members who were a little put off with your...behavior, and with the way you were dressed, shall we say...provocatively, last Sunday. Were you possibly having a bad day and maybe you didn't think it through, how you might look to others?"
"Vera Ellen, would you mind excusing my son and I for a minute? We'll be right back."
"Certainly, sister, that would be fine."
I asked Tom to follow me as he and I walked into my bedroom so we could talk outside of Vera Ellen hearing our conversation.
