Seduciation - Mom Seduces and Initiates Son Into Coven
Custom Request: As the Goddess of my coven, it is my responsibility to initiate a new witch or warlock. Previously, my husband had been head warlock and the God of the coven. With our divorce, and his mysterious disappearance, our coven needs a new warlock. Though the God's power and authority are secondary to my own, the position is vital to keeping the coven at full power. A coven is very sexual, members must frequently perform coital rites with one another (especially me) to power our magicks.
My coven has summoned me to the woods, to our sacred grove under a full moon. One of my witch sisters speaks on behalf of the coven that our power has been diminished since the loss of my husband. She suggests my son should fill the role. At first, I am taken aback. Then I see the merit in the coven's request. Powerful witches and warlocks have been in every generation of my family for centuries. To properly initiate my son, he must perform intercourse with me willingly. Further, I must be willing to accept that he will be sexually involved with the other witches in the coven as well. It's a lot for a mother to agree to - but I do.
In preparation for seducing and initiating my son, I invoke the Powers to craft a potion. My incantations ensure that this potion will carry with it feelings of desire, lust, passion. When my son consumes it, the potion will also act as a catalyst to bring his latent warlock powers to fruition. Once created, I cast a glamour to disguise the ancient chalice as a simple glass of wine.
My son has arrived home from his game, victorious and enthusiastic as usual. I'm fully prepared to carry out my plans. Dinner is ready. I'm dressed in witchy red and look stunning. Before he even consumes the potion I've brewed, his sexual interest in me is inflamed. His obvious attraction for me is pushing him out of his comfort zone, and you can hear it in his nervous laughter and awkward mannerisms. He loves me and trusts me greatly, and I capitalize on his emotional vulnerability. I offer him his glass with the pretense that I want to be the first woman to share a glass of wine with him now that he's 21.
After a satisfying dinner, my son, dazed by the heady effects of the potion and my presence, went to his room to bed. I have given the magic and his horny subconscious time to ripen and ready.
The room is dim as I enter, now dressed in a long, dark, flowing gown. I ease onto the bed and begin to rub his cock through the blanket. Back and forth. As he thickens, I gently wake him and inform him of who I really am and my plans for him. He's confused and questioning - almost panicked. But the stirring is undeniable. I am so sexy and comforting, and he cannot resist. I place his large cock in my mouth and shush him when necessary.
I seduce him completely, all the while getting verbal affirmations of his love for me. I can tell by the way he kisses me that his sexual desire for me started years before my plans to initiate him. I mount his swollen cock. He moans with pleasure and mental turmoil from our union.
I coerce him into fucking me in several positions, grateful to feel the fullness of a powerful man inside me again. The range of taboo values is so engulfing, it fuels an explosive and irresistible chemistry. My son is questioning his values against the warm waves of desire all the way up until the time he can no longer hold back and explodes deep inside me, vaginally, consummating our spiritual marriage and completing the ritual.
It's late in the morning when we wake. I rise up, glorious and gorgeous, and let my son bask in the afterglow of our coupling. As I walk away, I remind him of his new duties as head warlock of our coven... duties which will require him to have sex with me and my sister witches frequently