The Devil's Pact Pt. 19

I sniffed. That was easy for her to say. If only life was that simple. I had loved him, once. Part of me never stopped loving him, the foolish girl in me that thought he would change. I believed that one day, he would stop drinking and be the man that I fell in love with. But the bitter, scarred woman in me hated him, the way he drank, and the way he'd hit me. Hit my children.

Mary's hand stroked my face, and desire rushed through me as her lips brushed mine.

"Just put that aside for tonight," Mary whispered. "You can grieve tomorrow. Tonight is about love." Mary grabbed her phone and texted, her fingers a blur. "Just checking up on Mark," Mary said, and the guilt hit me again.

I reeled. This was my son's fiancee.

"Oh, God," I moaned, "what have I done?"

"You needed comforting," Mary answered, setting her phone aside. She bent down and nibbled on my nipple. "And I gave it to you. You're family."

"What have you done to me?" I whispered as my blood started to boil. "I've never felt like this before. Never." Her eyes were so bewitching. "You are so enchanting, so enticing."

"I put a spell on you," Mary answered wickedly. "You're putty in my hands. Aren't you? You'd do any depraved, nasty sex act I told you to."

I wanted to say no. "Yes," I answered. "God help me, but I would."

Mary's smile was so wicked as she licked up to my neck. There were footsteps coming up the stairs, echoing through the house. Panic set in. Mark was back. He was going to find me in bed with his fiancee. He would hate me and look at me in disgust, just like David had. He looked too much like his father. I couldn't take that.

Not again.

"We have to stop," I moaned even as my pussy clenched in delight.

Mary's tongue nibbled at my ear as the door opened. I wanted to yank up the sheets, to hide my nakedness from my son. Mary's tongue was so wet on my ear, so pleasurable, that I could do nothing but let her lick me, to caress me.

Mark silhouetted the doorway.

My fear shot through me. "Please, just go away," I moaned. "Don't see me like this! I'm such a horrible mother, Mark. I'm sorry."

"I want you to fuck your son," Mary whispered. "He needs you. We need you!"

My legs spread open as Mark entered the room. I couldn't fight my desires. Then I noticed my son.

Mark was naked, his body almost lean with just some of his pudginess remaining. He had lost weight since I last saw him. He appeared fitter than he ever had. His cock was hard and bobbed before him as he walked to the bed. My precious boy was hard for me. I could feel moisture leaking out my pussy.

This was so wrong. But the ache in my pussy drowned out my guilt. Mary wanted me to fuck him. And I wanted to please her.

"My boy's grown up," I purred. God, how did I become such a wanton hussy?

"We need your help," Mary whispered. "To cast a spell. To protect our servants from our enemy."

"Yes, let Mommy help," I moaned to my son.

I had no idea what Mary was talking about, but how could I say no to my son? Mary was right; I would do anything she asked, no matter how depraved. And nothing was more depraved then a mother fucking her son. Mark's cock was so hard, trembling with every beat of his heart, aching to release his cum inside me.

How could I say no? I couldn't.

* * *

Mark Glassner

My mother was gorgeous. She was naked and lush. Mary was pressed against her, nibbling on her ear. My cock throbbed hard before me. This was happening. My mother's legs were spread open, her pussy waiting for me.

The pussy that birthed me.

I ached to enter her.

"Let Mommy help you out," she purred, so wanton and delicious.

"Thanks," I grinned as I climbed onto the bed.

Her hands seized my shoulders and pulled me up her body. She was open and ready for me. Her arms slipped up and around my neck. She me down for a kiss. I captured her soft lips, sharing all my passion with her. She moaned into my mouth as I thrust my tongue deep inside of her.

I kissed my mother's sweet lips. I had crossed the most taboo line ever.

I loved it. I loved her. She was almost as sexy as Mary. I glanced at my fiancee, and she had a big grin splitting her lips. Her green eyes burned. She wanted me to take my mother hard. She nodded her head. I was so glad I could share this with her.

My mother's legs wrapped about my hips, pulling me down to her. My cock bumped the entrance of her pussy. This was so wonderfully wrong. I loved the feel of her pussy lips brushing the tip of my cock.

I groaned as Mom reached down and guided me to her hole. I pushed forward and was engulfed by her tight, hot flesh.

"Yes," Mom moaned as I entered me. "My son's grown so big! And now you are back inside me! Show Mommy what you know! Yes, yes! Fuck me!"

I shuddered as my cock reached the very bottom of her depths. Her pussy had engulfed me. I was fully in her. My mother was so hot and exciting. Her pussy clenched down on my cock. I didn't want to move. I wanted to savor her depths.

But my cock ached. I needed to spill my seed in her.

I drew back and slammed in. She let out a wanton moan. "Such a good boy," she panted. "Fuck Mommy! Make her cum so hard."

"Yes," I groaned as my hips pumped.

"Fuck your mom," grinned Mary. "This is so hot."

It was. I drew back and slammed in again. Her hands stroked my back and her breasts pressed against my chest. Her thighs squeezed my hips, pulling me in with every thrust while her pussy clenched down on my dick.

"Do you like Mommy's pussy?" she purred. "How do I feel on my big boy's dick?"

"You're so wet," he moaned in my ear. "You feel so good! You're amazing."

"So are you," she groaned and shuddered. "My sweet boy is back in me. Back where he belongs."

The bed creaked as our bodies heaved together. My hand slid up and squeezed the breast I used to nurse from. Her nipple was hard and her pussy clenched down on my thrusting cock as I pinched and rolled her nub between my fingers.

"Mark," she moaned. "My good boy. So wonderful. I love your cock in me. Make mommy cum. Be a good boy and make me explode on your big, thick cock."

"A better cock than Dad?" I growled.

"So much better," Mom gasped, her hips bucking. "Oh, yes. The best cock. My boy has the best cock. He's pleasing Mommy."

My cock throbbed in her depths. My balls boiled. This was among the hottest thing I had ever experienced in my life. Nothing was more taboo than fucking my mother's cunt. I had to unleash all my cum in her. Not just for the spell, but because I wanted to fully soil my mother's cunt with my seed.

"This is so wild," Mary whispered into Mom's ear as she caressed my back. Mom turned her head and she kissed Mary.

"Damn, that's hot," I groaned as I slammed into Mom.

Mary's hand seized my hair and pulled me down. Then the three of us were kissing each other, our tongues touching and exploring each other's lips. We shared and enjoyed each other's passions.

I fucked my mom hard, the bed shaking with the force of my thrusts. "This is so fucking exciting," I moaned. "I'm inside my mom. I used to jerk off to you. Did you know that, Mom?"

"No," Mom panted. "That makes me feel so sexy. All the girls you could have jerked off to, you chose me?"

"Yes," I grunted. "You were so beautiful when I was young. You still are, Mom."

My thrusts came harder, more insistent. I couldn't hold off any longer. I had to cum. I had to flood my mom's pussy. I slammed my dick into her depths. The cum boiled out of me. Taboo pleasure shot through me in powerful pluses.

"Yes! Flood Mommy's cunt," she gasped as her pussy massaged my cock. My cum spilled into my mother's cunt. "Oh, yes. So good. Oh, my God. This is amazing. Flood my cunt! The very womb that I made you in, and where I carried you beneath my heart for nine months."

I collapsed on my mom, the taboo pleasure buzzing through me. "I love you, Mom."

Chapter Five

The Ritual of Zimmah will jealously guard your servants from the control of others. No Priestess's prayers, no Warlock's spell, and no demonic pact will pry their souls from you. They shall remained chained to you for eternity, even beyond death. They shall share your fate--damnation in the Abyss.

--excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Sandra "Sandy" Glassner

"I love you, too," I whispered to my son as his head rested on my breasts. His cock was in me and his cum had flooded my pussy. He had felt so amazing inside of me.

It hit me then; I wasn't a lesbian. The sex with my son was too amazing for me to be gay. A strange relief swept over me. I was bi, certainly, but not gay. I don't know why, but my guilt vanished. I just savored my son and the pleasure we shared.

My eyes widened. I wasn't on the pill, and Mark had just pumped what felt like a gallon of cum inside of me. David had a Vasectomy years ago. Was my son going to make a baby inside me? A new life? Was there proof of our new, incestuous love growing inside of me?

Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

Mark rolled off me and held onto my right thigh. Mary seized my left thigh. They were keeping my legs spread open. Why? I looked at them both in confusion. "What's going on? Is it...kinky?"

"Yes," Mark grinned. He looked so much like a boy when he did that.

"Don't be scared," Mary whispered. "We need you for a spell."

"Spell?" I frowned, and then I jumped when the young woman entered the room.

She was barely legal, maybe eighteen or nineteen, with bubblegum-pink hair and she was completely naked. Her small breasts were pierced by silver barbells. Her pussy was shaved and there was a tattoo above her pussy. "Cum on in," it read, an arrow pointing to her slit so there could be no confusion what the little slattern meant.

"Who...what?"

"Relax, Mom," Mark said.

My heart beat faster as the girl knelt down on the bed and crawled between my thighs. I wanted to close my legs, but my son and his fiancee kept them open.

"Shh, this won't hurt," Mary said and kissed me. "Trust me."

"Okay," I nodded. I trusted her. I would do anything she asked of me. I would even let them cast their spell. This was so wrong. Witchcraft was a sin.

Like fucking my son, and I loved that.

* * *

Alison Hertz

This is it, my subconscious whispered in excitement as my lips neared Master's mother's dripping pussy. Time to be bound to Master forever.

"Yes," I whispered.

I leaned in and licked the combined fluids of mother and son. The salty, spicy mess felt wonderful on my tongue. This was the best creampie I had ever eaten in my life.

"Zimmah," Master spoke.

Master shuddered, his mother gasped, and I writhed as energy flowed out of his mother's pussy into my body. Something about my neck tightened. For a moment, I thought I saw a black chain connecting me to Master. The chain forged of something so strong it could never be broken.

"Oh, Master, I'm yours forever, aren't I?" I asked breathlessly.

"Forever, Alison," Master answered.

I crawled up to him and kissed him on the lip. I was his forever.

Forever, agreed my subconscious. Perfect.

Yes, it was.

Desiree entered next, her big breasts heaving as she crawled between Master's mother's thighs. Mrs. Glassner's face was wide with questions as she realized there was a line queuing behind Desiree. All the sluts and the bodyguards had to be bound to Master.

I sucked in my breath as Desiree leaned down. We would serve Master forever.

You should only focus on Master and stop wasting energy on her, hissed my subconscious.

I ignored her. Master and Mistress approved of the love I shared with Desiree. That was good enough for me.

"Zimmah," Master commanded. His mother gasped and Desiree shuddered.

I made room as Desiree crawled up to Master, her eyes wide. "I'm yours forever, mi Rey."

I clapped as Desiree kissed Master on the lips.

* * *

Desiree Fitzsimmons

I broke the kiss with mi Rey, my heart thudding with joy. It was the right time. I had the engagement ring trapped in my palm. This was it. We had just been bound to mi Rey and mi Reina forever. No nun could pry us apart.

I fell to my knees before Alison, staring up at my pink-haired love.

"Desiree," whispered Alison, her eyebrows furrowing. "What are you doing?

"Alison, mi Sirenita," I purred, taking my little mermaid's left hand. "Since mi Rey claimed us, I have grown to love you deeply. You are so beautiful, innocent and whorish all at the same wonderful time." I opened her hand, revealing the gold ring topped with a diamond. Two little mermaids were carved on the ring, their arms forming the mounting for the diamond. "Will you marry me?"

Alison glanced at mi Rey. I held my breath. He nodded.

"Oh yes, Desiree," Alison squealed.

Tears burned in my eyes. Everyone clapped as I slipped the ring on my little mermaid's finger.

"We'll be together, forever," Alison whispered as she hugged me. "Forever Master and Mistress's slaves."

I cried as I kissed her. I held her in my hands. Out of the corner of my eye, mi Reina wiped a tear from her cheek as she cuddled up against Mrs. Glassner. "Oh, that's so beautiful."

Then I was caught up in the celebration with Alison. Her tongue probed my mouth. I dueled with her tongue as she pulled me down to the ground. I stretched out beneath her. Her hands seized my breasts as her hot pussy tribbed against mine.

Alison broke the kiss, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Mmm, my sweet Desiree," Alison moaned, staring at the diamond ring on her finger. "Let me thank you."

I smiled as she slid down my body and buried her face into my snatch.

* * *

Sandra "Sandy" Glassner

What was going on?

Another young woman, naked, with a doll's face and beautiful, blue eyes crawled awkwardly between my legs. Her left arm was in a sling, a bandage covering her shoulder. She bent down and licked at my cum-filled pussy.

Mark whispered the words: "Zimmah."

I gasped as power ran out of me into the girl. She shuddered and her eyes widened. She let out a soft moan, "Yours, Master and Mistress."

I glanced at Mary, the question on my lip. She smiled and kissed me. The heat of her lips drove out my thoughts as the next naked, young woman crawled between my thighs and Mark said the words. Incestuous power leaked out of me.

Over and over it went as a stream of young women crawled between my thighs. Mary kept her lips on mine, keeping me locked in a state of perpetual excitement. When the eleventh girl--a cinnamon-skinned, Native American woman--licked my cunt, nothing happened.

"There's no more cum, Master," she gasped, her dark eyes wide with panic.

"It's okay, Willow," Mary soothed, breaking the kiss. "Mark and his mother can make more."

"We can," I heard myself say as my pussy clenched in anticipation of the taboo delight.

I was eager to let Mark make more. As weird as this entire situation was, I didn't care so long as I could feel Mark's cock inside me again. My son had that boyish grin on his face as I pulled him on top of me.

He fucked me hard. We didn't make love this time. He threw my thighs over his shoulders as he pounded into my pussy. Pleasure raced through me. The young woman all cheered my son on, calling him Master.

I didn't care. My pussy was on fire.

"Mmm, let's put that hungry mouth of yours to work," Mary purred as she sat on my face and smeared her pussy against my hungry lips.

Mark lasted longer the second time. My pussy came twice on his wonderful cock, and I drank down Mary's juices, savoring their sweet, spicy flavor. Mark grunted when he buried into me and flooded me with his cum.

Then the young women came.

The later ones were dressed in the slutty parody of cop uniforms, but they had real guns on their side. Ten more women licked my cunt and then I was empty of sperm. So, for the third time, I fucked my son. This time cowgirl style. I rode him passionately. Mary sat on his face and I made out with her as we rode my son.

Finally, the last woman, the twelfth one dressed as a slutty cop licked my pussy. We both shuddered as Mark said the words, then she kissed my son before walking out of the room.

The original thirteen girls, the once who weren't dressed like slutty cops, were scattered about the room or out on the small, private deck; some were kissing, others were making love, and a few just cuddled. Desiree and Alison sat out on the deck, making out on a love seat. A Chinese girl with huge, pierced tits cuddled with the injured girl. The Muslim girl and the strawberry-blonde woman sixty-nined on the floor.

"What's going on?" I finally asked my son. I was wrung out emotionally and physically.

I needed answers.

* * *

Mark Glassner

"Well, Mom, I have powers," I told her. "And so does Mary. People...like to do what I say, and, well, women just love Mary."

My mom blushed as her eyes glanced over at Mary. "She is enchanting."

"Well, there are people out there that want to stop us," I continued, my dick throbbing--it was hot watching my mom and fiancee cuddle together. "They think what we're doing is wrong."

"On Monday, one attacked us," Mary added. She motioned to Karen, the former nun turned slut. "This is Karen. She took control of several of the girls and overpower Mark and me."

"I was bad then," Karen nodded, her face saddened. "I didn't know how kind and great Master and Mistress were. My actions caused Korina to be shot and Desiree to almost die." Tears appeared in the slut's eyes. "Master and Mistress punished me and then forgave me. Now I happily serve them."

"More will come," I said. "But now, thanks to you, we've protected ourselves against their most potent weapon."

Mom gaped at me. "This is to much, Mark. I...I need some time."

"Of course," I said, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. "Choose a girl and she'll take you to a bedroom. You can let her stay and warm you bed. She'll be quite willing."

Mom bit her lip. I could see the indecision on her eyes as she gazed at the sluts. They all preened for attention, eager to spend the night with my mother. Lust kindled in my mother's eyes as she stared at the feast of their naked bodies.

I was beginning to corrupt her.

"They'll do whatever I want?" she whispered.

"They will," Mary purred. "Choose one and she'll be your lesbian love slave."

"We will," Alison giggled. "Please, pick me and Desiree."

"You are on TV," my mom gasped, pointing at our caramel-skinned slut. "You're Jessica St. Pierre, a reporter on KIRO 7 news."

"Yes, I am," Jessica beamed.

"You always looked so beautiful on TV," Mom gushed. "Would you mind...?"

"I'd be honored to," Jessica purred. "You are the mother of Master. I'll do whatever you want." Her smile promised so much. My mom didn't fight as Jessica took her hand and led her out of the room.

"Well, I think she's coming around nicely," I sighed as I leaned back on the bed.

"Sluts, you can find your beds," Mary ordered.

I admired my sluts as they filed out. They were all chained to me, mine forever. No one would ever steal them away. Now I just needed to bring back Chantelle and Lana from their honeymoon. Maybe I was too generous to give them two weeks.

"Are you okay?" Mary asked.

"I'm fine," I grinned. "I fucked my mother three times."

Mary smiled. "That is not what I meant, Mark. I mean..."

My smile fell. "I'll be okay. He was a bastard." Mostly. I had a few positive memories, but those could hardly outweigh all the times he hit Mom and me. He even knocked Antsy around a few times.

"My sister's flying in tomorrow," I told Mary. "We'll have to go to SeaTac and pick her up."

"Yeah," Mary nodded as she rested against me.