The Choctaw Witch

Here's another part to this series. Number five now. And this one is

not

a short story. It's an over 77,000 word tale of erotica. And it's a slo-burn one too. As of late I have stopped publishing my stories using chapters to divide the beginning from the end. However, with this one I'm going back to using chapters because of the length.

And there's this as well. As usual (so far) I'm going to publish this one so you can vote, and comments can be made. I hope after reading this, the reader will find it entertaining enough to earn five stars. As far as the comments go, I'll go ahead and tell you, the reader, again, this is not a short story. There are many things that are going to take place with a plethora of characters involved. So please, don't complain about the things I'm sharing with you now.

As a writer, I make every effort to create a story which I myself would be entertained by. So please, by all means, enjoy...

The Choctaw Witch Part 5

Chapter 1

Shiloh Brown and her son, Benjamin

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On her drive back home, the one she shared with her son, Benjamin, Shiloh Brown noticed the moistness between her legs. And it was due to her recalling all the unexpected and astonishing incidents that had happened, that morning, at church, of all places.

She hoped her revelation to the group about fornicating with a family member wouldn't turn around and bite her and her son in the ass. But as she sat and listened to the comments by the others at church, she felt obligated for Elise Hawkins' sake, to tell her and the rest of them how she was involved in a secret incestuous relationship.

And even with the dedicated sexual partnership she had with her son, they both had an 'understanding' that there could be times that they would be allowed to do things with others, if it was what they felt compelled to do.

So she hoped Ben would understand the compulsion that had overtaken her that morning. It was when that handsome, young Tom Brewer, who was visiting who she thought was his sister, approached her during the orgy.

It was so strange, she thought, of how suddenly, most of the people in the sanctuary had ripped off their clothes and began performing sex acts with whoever was closest to them. After Tom's sister, Diane, had done what she did, it seemed many other people were basically mimicking her behavior, as well.

She also found it so exhilarating how Diane and Peter, the preacher, began coupling right there on the steps up to the dais. He was another one that she would sometimes dwell on when she'd pleasure herself at home. There were times after coming home from church that she would lie in bed, fingering her pussy, and climax to the thought of being sexually conquered by the minister. But, she knew that was only a fantasy, and would never happen.

But when she found herself genuflecting in front of a naked Tom Brewer, she decided to give in again to the urges that she had also done with her son, Ben. And when, after impulsively sucking Tom's cock, she was astonished at the huge amounts of semen that he had let loose in her mouth. After she spontaneously gulped down his essence, Shiloh was trying to understand why she felt the lightheadedness that came over her after she'd performed fellatio on him.

She was also totally blown away by the lewdness of what she'd brazenly done in public. Much like the same thing that she had just watched Diane Brewer do with Peter, the preacher.

And even at that moment, while she drove her car home, she couldn't seem to get the young, strong, sexually tempting Tom Brewer out of her mind. It was if her body was compelling her to find where he was and plead with him to cum in her mouth all over again. Shiloh wasn't quite sure what brought on the compulsion she felt herself pulled into at that moment. Maybe, she thought it was a culmination of things that kept pulling her into the undefined longing she had for Tom Brewer's substance. And just as that thought hit her again, she realized it really wasn't that important to her where he ejaculated. She knew her main obsession was the man, Tom Brewer, himself. And wherever he chose to cum in her, whether it was her mouth, her pussy, or even her asshole, she was quite prepared to do anything he'd ask of her.

She only hoped whatever happened between the two of them, the experience would be as steamy for her, as it had been the first time.

And then her mind flashed back to her son, Ben. With what was going through her mind, she was hoping once she got home to him, and they got into bed that afternoon, her strange compulsion and desire for Tom Brewer would go away. She figured once she felt her son's more than capable cock fucking her again, all of what happened just an hour or so ago, would simply disappear from her mind.

And then she remembered the expression 'truth is sometimes stranger than fiction' and the fact of the matter was, in her and Ben's case, she felt it was very true. With all that had happened within the last few months with her son, as well as her sister, Barb, and her niece, Samantha, Ben's cousin--all the crazy incestuous sex-capades--in some ways seemed too bizarre to comprehend. But, she thought, those things, as illogical and inexplainable as a stranger who didn't know them might think they were, did actually happen. And Shiloh, feeling those familiar tingling in her pussy again, was very happy they did.

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Preliminary events...

A few months before Ben, had graduated from high school, and on a rather cold February day in Michigan, the two of them had become involved in a terrible contentious debate. As Shiloh thought back to it, she realized their confrontation had been brewing for some time. With him being the only offspring of her marriage to his father Henry, or as they all called him, Hank, she remembered she had regrettably fallen into the habit of over-regulating things in the life of her son, Benjamin.

That downward trend had begun when Benjamin was fourteen years of age. Her husband died unexpectedly in an automobile crash, leaving both her and her son in total disarray for many, many months. There was a void left at that time which neither of them seemed to know how to fill.

One of the main reasons for that was because Hank had always been the one in charge of pretty much everything in the household. From their finances, to what they watched on TV, to what kind of car they drove, even to where and when they went on vacation. It was always him, who made the decision about pretty much everything in their lives.

And then Shiloh smiled to herself, when she remembered it was even her husband who wanted to be the decision-maker in key areas of their sex life. She realized she had given him so much free rein over the years, it ended up he would choose what nights of the week they would make love. Sometimes, Shiloh would come to him when he had a day off and ask him for a little 'afternoon delight' to which he would reply that he didn't want to do that, because it could upset their schedule and he didn't have time that day. Recalling that specific memory, Shiloh spoke out loud only to herself, as she drove the car home that afternoon...

"Yeah, Hank, I let you get away with a lot of shit, but that one was the real corker. Why the fuck you didn't want me sucking your cock because it wasn't part of your schedule I'll

never

understand, honey. But 'c'est la vie,' I guess--nobody's perfect, are they?"

And then she thought about how she tried to fill in the gap of leadership in the home once Hank had been pulled out of their lives due to his death. Even to the point of at times trying to guide her son's life, much more than he was comfortable with her efforts.

"Look, mom, even though I'm not there yet, I'm doing my best to take on the role of an adult. I know you're trying your best with dad gone and all, but really, I don't need you to tell me how to live my life down to the smallest detail like he did, okay?"

"Honey, I'm not trying to do that. And I wish you wouldn't blow things up larger than they really are. I'm just trying to get you to see the bigger picture here. And I think I know what's better for you in deciding where's the best place for you to attend college, that's all. Especially because it was your dad who set up the funding years ago to pay for it."

"Yeah? Well then why isn't it dad who's the one picking it out now? And I'll tell you why, mom, it's because he's

fucking dead

...that's why. Maybe, just maybe, he thought well enough to leave that choice to me and only me!"

She then recalled balling her eyes out when he'd said that to her. And then later that day, having him come to her with a very apologetic tone in his voice, asking her to forgive his very brash outburst, and his seemingly disrespectful attitude toward his dead father.

"Oh, honey, I'm just trying to do the best I know how. Please have patience with me for now. I know you're growing up, and it won't be long until I'll be here alone and you'll be where you need to be at a school where you'll be happiest at."

Hearing his mother remind him that she would soon be alone was like sticking a knife in his heart. There were things going on in Ben's mind toward her that he couldn't bring up the courage yet to tell her about.

"Mom, please understand I'm not saying I've got to totally pick it out myself. I do want your help. After all, it's your and dad's money that's going to get me there. And I don't want you to forget how much I love the both of you. Even if dad was a control freak, ha-ha."

She remembered laughing at his jibe toward his father. Because if anyone was aware of how much her late husband was a control freak...it was Shiloh, herself.

Both of them ended up agreeing that Ben would spend his first year of college, not too far from their home in southern Michigan, at the University of Toledo. He had become interested in studying marketing while he was in high school and they both agreed that UT could fit the bill well in that study. And to help him have a little preliminary freedom, he would also live on campus, as well.

Chapter 2

It was a few months later, after Benjamin had graduated from high school and they were visiting her sister, that her and her son's life took an interesting twist.

What Shiloh didn't know at the time was that her son had witnessed a conversation between her and her sister while they shared a few too many glasses of red wine. What they'd talked about in her kitchen helped set things in a totally new direction for her and her son.

"Shiloh, I really believe you need to think about it. C'mon, you're only thirty-nine years old, and still a very hot looking lady. And if you don't mind me telling you, I think there's lots of men, and maybe a woman or two, who'd be happy to beat down your door and fuck that sexy body of yours, if you'd just give in and let it happen.

"You've still got your youthful looks. Your ass looks great...and you've still got that mouthwatering, bodacious set of tatas, you inherited from mom. So jeez, girl...you're just too young to stop living your life. And from what you've already told me, our dear departed Hank, ran everything involving your sex life. Don't you think it'd be fun to get the chance to decide some things for yourself while you're young enough to enjoy it?"

Benjamin wondered what exactly his mom's sister was getting on about? But something he did know, his aunt wasn't hard on the eyes, either. With her only being two years older than his mother, he was aware of the numerous stares she'd get from many a guy of her luscious-looking ass and the smaller but still firm, great-looking pair of tits she had.

And even though they both came from the same two people, and their attractiveness was quite similar, Barb's good looks were her own, with a somewhat lighter tone of hair. Not to mention the fitting way she had it cut shorter, in a 'bob' type of hairstyle.

There'd been many a time he'd lusted after Barb, fantasizing about fucking his aunt when he'd masturbate. And because of his strong sex drive, maybe his mom, too. He envisioned that they could enjoy a threesome. He imagined his mother and his aunt submitting themselves to his cast-iron cock lunging its way, in and out of them.

Oh yes, his Auntie Barb was one sexy babe, but even though she and her ex had divorced years ago, it seemed somewhat abnormal how she'd never remarried.

And what else he found intriguing that afternoon, was took place when Barb reminded Shiloh about her still-youthful appearance. She had come directly up to his mom, pushing her face and lips titillatingly close to hers, while clasping her hands and arms around her waistline. And then, his Aunt Barb ended up pulling her sister and herself into what appeared a romantic embrace and semi-light kissing on the lips. And when she did, his mother hadn't put up much resistance to her own sister's bisexual-like flirtations.

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Attending many family gatherings throughout the years, it became kind of an understanding how his aunt was the type of black-sheep renegade of their family. At that time, he didn't comprehend all that consisted of. But as he had just witnessed what looked to him as his Aunt Barb making a flirtatious pass at her own sister, it started to become much clearer what the others had been hinting at for those many years.

He also remembered his mother commenting, that it was quite likely her sister only got married because she didn't want to suffer the stigma of bearing a child out of wedlock. Because many in the family believed she feared their religious parents wouldn't have approved of it, or ever forgiven her.

And what a child she ended up having. His beautiful cousin, Samantha, who was only a year older than he was, who'd ended up inheriting her mother's good looks. And sometimes, it would be his cousin he'd think about while masturbating. Once the thought of fucking Samantha had gotten into his head, he couldn't stop wondering what it would be like to unleash his sperm into her beautiful pussy.

"Okay, I smell something fishy here, Barb. Whenever we've had this conversation in the past, there'd always been somebody you wanted me to meet. I thought we agreed that you wouldn't do that anymore? So, who is it now?"

"Well, his name's Steve Howard, and he's a real good guy. And it ends up he doesn't really live that far from you and Ben."

"Holy crap, Barb, you gotta stop doing this. I've told you before I'm not interested in another man right now. I'm still working on being the best mom for Ben that I can. And my job, that takes up a lot of my time now. Yes, that insurance money came in real handy for Ben and me, but I just don't think I've got the time to try and meet a new guy right now."

"Sheesh, sis. Don't you see it? It isn't going to be too long before Benjamin is going to be starting his own life, finding his own way, and meeting a girl that's going to take him away from you. It's how life's supposed to work, honey. You better get on the bandwagon, before that bandwagon goes off and leaves you in the dust. Why don't you let me at least give you Steve's phone number? Gene introduced him to me a few years ago, and he's a real nice guy who served in the army with him. You do remember your wonderful ex-brother-in-law, don't you? He was just over a few weeks ago visiting Sammy, and he asked me if I knew anybody looking for a great guy to meet."

Just when Shiloh thought her sister had finished with trying to match her up, she then added, "And, Steve's got some money saved up, too."

"Well, if he's so great, why isn't he already married, Barb?"

"I'll tell you why, because his wife had breast cancer and passed away about a year ago, that's why. And I forgot to mention, he's not half bad on the eyes, too. He's about your height, probably a few years older than you, and maybe, just maybe a little on the pudgy side, but you can always fix that. I'm tellin' ya, Shiloh, he could be the one for you. Why don't you just meet him to see if he could be a good fit for you, and Benjamin?"

Even though Ben knew his mother and aunt were probably feeling a little tipsy from the wine they were drinking, he found it interesting that he thought he saw the two sisters staring at each other's behinds a lot that day.

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Shiloh vividly remembered her first encounter with Steve, when after they spoke on the phone, she invited him over to have dinner with her and Benjamin.

She then laughed to herself, when recollecting how awful that first visit with him went. It was hard for her to understand at the time why everything went so badly between her visitor and her son that night. But it became quite apparent after a second, and then a third date between her and Steve that seemed to cause even more of an uproar in her son's demeanor.

"What's the matter, son? Why aren't you getting along with Steve? Yes, I know, he's not your father or anything like him, but he doesn't seem to be a bad guy. He's pretty much like your Aunt Barb described him to me."

"Yeah, why the hell did she have to get involved in our lives like that? Everything seemed to be going all right until she stuck her nose in our business, mom. I'm tellin' you, I just don't like the guy, that's all."

"Honey, you're not jealous of him are you?"

"Jealous? Mom, are you fucking serious right now?"

"Benjamin Michael Brown, I believe you're blushing. Is that what it is? Are you jealous of Steve being with me, honey?"

"I just don't think he deserves you, mom; that's all. Are you in love with him?"

"Don't you think it's a little premature to ask me a question like that? I'm just getting to know the guy. But I do like the sweet softness that I've seen in him. To tell you the truth, honey, that's all I've ever wanted in a man. I thought at first your father had that quality to him, but after we got married, he changed to what he was like for the rest of our time together. I think your grandfather had a lot of influence on him like that."

"Do you ever see a sweet softness in me, mom? I'm not trying to be a sissy or anything like that. But I'd like to think that women would be attracted to me, like you're looking for the right man for you."

"Oh, honey, I see many great qualities in you. You're very handsome, smart, energetic, you care about people. Did I say handsome? And at times, I have noticed a part of you that I find very sweet. You're going to make some girl very happy one day. I just know it."

"And speaking of grandfathers, my dad, your grandfather, too, had many good qualities that I see in you. He seemed to always treat others well, and he had many friends that missed him after he died so young to cancer. And he was handsome. Oh, my dad was a knockout. And you know what, honey, there's times I look at you, and you seem to almost be the spitting image of my dad. It seems almost uncanny how the older you get, the more you look like your grandfather, honey.

"When I was a lot younger I used to dream of him, thinking that he and I would get married one day. But that was many years ago, before I knew better. But yeah, you remind me of my dad in so many ways, honey. I'll need to find a picture of him so I can have it on my wall. I still miss him."

"Yeah, I remember grandpa. He seemed to be a pretty decent guy. But do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Sure, anything."

"If you were to just meet me, would you want to go out with me?"

"Well, Ben, there is the little matter of our ages. I've got about twenty-one years on you. And then we can't forget that I'm your mother, too. Don't you think that could have something to do if we'd be attracted to each other, or not?"

"Mom, these are new days and times. I read a lot on the internet about close family members who have an attraction to each other, and then go on to be together, like as a couple. Believe it or not, it happens more often than you might think it does."