Incest/Taboo Alpine Hideaway Magic

We headed across the back pasture and then up a steep slope that led up to the mountain meadows between groves of pines. As we plodded along, the village and Grandmother's farmhouse became a bit smaller but we could still hear the sounds of activity in the houses and buildings below. The road out of town and the thicket of woods where our three intruders had hurriedly disappeared into was in plain view below us.

I followed behind Grandmother as she pointed to items and picked them up and put them the bag over her shoulder. There were lichens growing on rocks that she scraped with a pocket knife. There were mushrooms that she gathered up. In some places she gathered tree bark; in some places she picked leaves from bushes. To me it all just looked like things from the forest that your mother never wanted you to bring in the house as it would make a mess. As she gathered items she explained to me what they were.

"These flowers here are 'Wolve's Bane' or 'Monkshood', I have even heard it called 'Devil's Helmet'," she said pointing to a bunch of blue flowers before picking them wearing a pair of gloves for protection and putting several handfuls in in her bag. "I have to wear gloves and be careful – it's a deadly poison and a horrible death if you overdose, however, in small quantities and mixed in the right proportions I have treated old people with heart conditions using it. It's like gunpowder, a little goes a long way and is dangerous as can be in the wrong hands!" She was very informative and patient with my questions.

"This is a little mushroom called the Roman Coin. It looks like about seven of them are here," she said counting the mushrooms on a rotten log at the edge of the meadow. "I make them into a tea. They are good for swollen joints and rheumatism. I have enough here for several months by the looks of things!"

She fished around in the grass, looking for something. Her eyes went wide when she found it. She held up a little brown mushroom that looked like a crumpled folded brown umbrella on a fat stem. She looked at me, "This is Mountain Dwarf. You grind these up into a paste that fights infection. Bacteria hate this after it is ground up and boiled into the paste. Just the thing for cuts or burns," and so it went, on and on.

For a couple of hours she showed me things and she kept putting them in her bag. As the morning progressed into day, the sun made it up into the notch between two mountain peaks in the east and now its rays streamed into the valley promising to warm the land and drive the cold chill away from the land. We made progress up the mountain meadow and into some of the woods to one side of the field. Grandmother was satisfied with both her collection and my flora lesson for the day.

"Let's head down to the flat meadow half way down the slope. There is that stream that we crossed to get up here and I could use a drink. Plus there are some nice stumps to rest on at the edge of that field. The view there is beautiful, you can see all the way across the valley!" We got down to the spot she was speaking of. It was about halfway down the slope from where we turned around and it flattens out into a gradually inclined shelf-like meadow before sloping sharply down to the fields surrounding the little village. In the distance we could see other villages. In fact, just as Grandmother had said, from that meadow we had a view of the whole valley. We stood in a notch where we could see the flat slope of the meadow to one side and a sharp slope to the other side, where the cold stream she had spoken of tumbled down the hills to Oma's farm below before crossing underneath the road. We walked to the stream she spoke of and I bent down to scoop my hat in the water to fetch a drink.

"Here wait, let me get you a cup," Oma said reaching in her bag. She pulled out a clay beer mug and handed it to me while I looked shocked. I had seen her stuffing mushrooms and bark, and flowers, and all what-not's from the field but I didn't think her sack could hold a beer mug. I was puzzled as I scooped up some water for us.

"Don't look so perplexed. This is a sack of holding Stephan. I can put a good deal in here and it still is as heavy as carrying around a feather!" We both took a drink from the mug and then after we had both gulped down our fill from the ice cold stream I picked up the bag. SURE ENOUGH LIGHT AS A FEATHER. I would not have known there was anything in it by merely looking at it from the outside.

Oma looked up and scanned the skies while she took the bag and crossed the stream with me. She set the bag down on beside some tree logs that had been cut years before to make rustic benches for anyone wishing to stop and rest coming up or going down the mountainside. Some logs faced the Meadow that gradually sloped away from us and some faced the stream.

"Achh! This sun is going to make this a hot one today!" Oma said fanning herself. "I want some sun. Let's get out of these things of ours and let it give us a nice warm baking! You are too white anyway for a boy your age!" We took a minute to remove our things. We seemed to be the only ones up on the mountain, or more closer to the truth, it felt like we were the only ones in Germany! Up there on the mountain with the sun beaming down upon us I was dazzled by the green and the colors of the spring flowers. It was perfect post card weather!

It was then after I removed my last bits of clothing that I turned and looked at Oma naked and smiling. She had changed herself into young woman again and she was eyeing me in a very mischievous fashion with a grin of a fox who had found the hen house door open and the farmer out for the day! We sat down on a log bench facing the meadow while Oma tapped the cup of water from the stream and handed it to me. It was now full of beer. We passed the mug back and forth between each other and when it was almost gone again, she tapped it again refilling it. We sat naked passing the mug between us and then she would repeat the tapping and refilling. It was not long before the beer had its way with us both and we were laughing and telling bawdy jokes between the two of us like two old soldiers on leave! It was then that I had a question.

"Oma, what about your tattoos? Why did they not move when you fucked the two soldiers and the woman down in the house?"

"Oh that's a good question! You are keen to pay attention! You see, ..when we magic folk are making magic as opposed to just having a good fuck, rub, or lick, it's then that the markings on our bodies ripple and shake and show things. Some things are from the past, some are from our dreams, some from the future. Magnus used to fuck me and Tante Magda absolutely rotten so that he could read our backs and maybe divine a little piece of the future. It was said in the valley that he was extremely good at cards and dicing and well, you can imagine why! He would always come back from town smelling of schnapps and with full pockets! He was using a sort of divination spell. You can make all kinds of magic and get markings to move – either on yourself or on the other magical person you are diddling with!" Oma tapped her beer stein and filled it with more beer and took another long gulp. Her hand found its way down to her hairy patch between her legs and she was giving her drunk old/young body a proper frigging while we spoke now.

"What about the lightning? Last night there was lightning when we fucked and this morning when I fucked you in the barn. How come there was no lightning when you fucked those three people and you all came?" I was pretty drunk now myself but enjoying the sight of her frigging herself and at the same time administering a new lesson for her star pupil. Her fingers ran faster on her clitty and she raised a foot up onto the bench to tease my cock to life with it. My schwanze didn't need much teasing; I still had not cum after witnessing Oma's interrogation technique on the three hapless intruders.

"Another good question! You see, when we make a magic, our incantation or sex spell or fuck chant or whatever not only creates magic, it excites molecules in the air. It is like walking across a rug on a cold dry day. If there is a cloud nearby and there is enough potential energy – kaboom! Huge lightning strikes and thunderclaps are the result. You just have to be saying your magic or having a spell that you are trying to create to make it happen while you frig or fuck or diddle. The three intruders and I were fucking and yes, and I was using magic on them and you with my mind, but we were not creating anything other than some nice strong orgasms. I have to say I like those just as much, but of course the whole sky firework display thing- with lighting and thunder, is possible with the right application of powers during sex or even masturbation.

Tante Magda and I and Magnus used to play a naughty game in the fields up high on this mountain over on the other side. We would sit naked in a field on a rock or a stump and diddle ourselves, masturbating hard and chanting. When we would come it would pull a lightning bolt down from the sky. We would try to see who could come closest to a target in the distance; a rock, a dead tree, a mound- top, a fence,... anything.

Magnus even scared two woodcutters half to death at a distance of about a kilometer with a well-aimed bolt that landed right in front of the two men. They dropped their tools and raced down the mountain never seeing Magnus up on a hill laughing at them. It was a mean trick and Magda scolded him for it! I thought it was funny too but I didn't let Magda see my face when I saw how cross she was. It took a solid three hours of us sweet talking, kissing apologies, fucking, and eating her cunny to calm her down! Making up creates some good sex, but oh,.... where was I? Oh yes, even you can do this thing with your cockie' and your hand!"

"I can? How?"

"Grab your toy soldier and I'll show you!" She turned to the west and looked out over the meadow and at a puffy cumulus cloud up the valley that had been raining recently down onto the plains beyond the mountains. Her hand diddled her cunny and she rocked her pelvis against it on the log bench with her legs wide concentrating.

"Ok, now you need a spell. A simple spell for rubbing yourself-off goes like this, 'SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ! Squirt lightning, squirt lightning,' – I admit, its all a little childish and infantile, like telling dirty nursery rhymes in school, but it works and you can pull down a pretty good bolt with just that! ..Now you try."

I faced out into the field and I grabbed my cock. As I began to give my hand a naughty little fuck, I began to mutter SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ! to myself. My hand found the right rhythm that I wanted and I kept chanting, SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ! Soon we were both rubbing ourselves hard and furiously chanting SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ!

"Concentrate and focus on that big stone in the center of the meadow boy! Think of nothing but how good this wank feels and focus on the stone! SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ," Oma panted, her eyes peeled on the grey rock in the center of the meadow. Oma's foot reached over and touched mine and stroked my foot and ankle and calf with her toes as her free hand passed the beer mug to me and then went down between my legs to rub my balls with her fingertips while I stroked my schwanze. The tickling of her fingers was especially exciting and added to my self inflicted sexual agitation.

I took a drink of beer and then shot a glance at Oma focused on the rock. Every now and then she would break focus and shake her head involuntarily as if the sensation her hand on her clitty was too strong or too pleasureable - even for her; then she would return to her focused onanistic incantations. I saw the tattoos on her shoulders ruffling and swaying like a willow tree limb in in a gale as she focused, frigged, and recited that silly rhyme again and again.

I returned to my concentrated wanking while muttering, SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ! The sky underneath the cloud off in the distance began to grow dark and a rain began to fall in sheets underneath it. I could see the dark underside of the cloud roll and boil as my hand wanked my cock, urged on by the enchanted young woman next to me massaging my balls and stroking my leg. I set the beer mug down and reached over to Oma's cunny and shoved two fingers fingers in her wet cunt hole while she diddled her clitty.

Oma's eyes went narrow to focus on the target and then she went wide eyed and open mouthed in a silent scream. A second later a huge crack sounded from across the valley and I saw a volley of lightning shoot laterally out from the cloud – bright as an arc welder's torch, to land smack in the middle of the stone with a colossal CRASH BOOOOM! Oma shuddered and splashed pearly dewdrops from her cunny upon my hand as she let out a loud OOOOOOOHHHH- AAAAAHHHHHHHH!

A moment later I felt my own crescendo start to rise. Oma sensed this and batted my hand out of the way! In one swift motion she came across the bench and her head went down in my lap, taking my cock into her mouth in luxurious wet strokes with her eyes fixed on the target while I muttered SPRITZEN BLITZ! SPRITZEN BLITZ!

The sky below the cloud again rumbled and I felt my balls surge with the added pleasure provided by the beautiful woman's mouth on my throbber. My crescendo roared from my balls like a train from a long tunnel. I let out a long bawling sobbing AAAWWWWHHHOOOOOHAAAHH! and the cloud shot a white-hot bolt through the sky across the valley, just missing us by fifty meters. It struck the forest in the woods behind us with a sound of CRASHHHH BOOOOM! It was self evident that I would have to work on my accuracy. Oma swallowed my seed in a loud noisy gulp and then came up from my lap smiling.

"That was a good first try! You'll be hitting fenceposts in no time! WELL DONE STEPHAN! Well Done! Now pass that beer, I am thirsty!" She gulped down several swallows and then tapped it for a refill. Then we rested for several minutes while we both panted and passed the beer mug with our arms around each other as the sun streamed down upon us. The cloud in the distance returned to normal and disapated its rain. Soon all that was left was the ozone smell around us from the ligtning hits.

After ten minutes she handed me the beerstein for another drink and looked restless."Well, I am refreshed but I need to piss! How about you?" I nodded. My bladder was screaming at me too after I came what with all the beer inside me! I knew Oma must have been feeling the need to piss as well.

"Time for another little contest," she giggled drunkenly,"let's see who can piss the farthest!" We sat with our rumps on the edge of the bench with our legs apart. Oma looked at me and opening her labia wide, she gave me a smile as though we were up to something particularly naughty, fun, and shameful. I grabbed my slackening firehose and nodded to her that I was ready.

"Ready Junge! One, two, three. GO!"

I got off to pissing first and my stream arced through the air and landed in the grass with a characteristic sizzle of a liquid stream striking the ground. Grandmother had a rougher start and she adjusted herself slightly on the edge of her bench, keeping her ass on the edge but raising her knees and feet off the ground. Then she let fly! Her stream arced through the air and the morning sun gleamed brightly on our two fountain jets of golden liquid sparkling brightly as both curved through the air and sizzled merrily in the grass.

I was clearly winning. I estimated my piss stream was traveling through the air and landing about three and a half meters away. That was when Oma poured on the coal. I looked over and saw her grin turn to a grimace as she went cross eyed slightly and pushed hard. A loud wet fart announced its presence from her arse and she pushed her stream ahead of mine. I was still full of water and I was not to go down to defeat so easily. I redoubled my efforts, tightened my belly, held my breath and pushed. My stream shot ahead of Grandmother's by about five centimeters. I had her! ... For a moment.

Oma bit down on her lip, wrinkled her nose, squinted her crossed eyes and another fart shot from her dunghole like a wet gunshot. Her stream edged a full half meter infront of mine. It was then that she murmured a little somehting from her gritted teeth and her piss stream did a loop the loop in the morning sun and edged another meter ahead of my now diminishing arc of bladder relief. She held this astonishing display for a few seconds before muttering, gritting, and farting once again and the stream arced up and made a second loop in the air before landing another full meter infront of my effort. She looked over at me and broke her concentration smiling.

"Experience always triumphs over youthful vigor!" she said with a wicked grin of a victor. Her face returned to her efforts and she made her piss stream one singular arc again and then joined her spritzing with my stream to land single sizzling puddle in the grass that slowly receaded back to us until we were both empty. I shook myself dry and she wiped her pink folds with her fingers and then hopped off the bench in triumph, flicking the droplets off her fingers into the grass.

"I win! I get to claim a prize for my efforts! C'mon Junge, Grandmother needs special attention!"

She got up, picked up the beer stein tapping to fill it again and walked around to on a log bench facing the stream and turned herself around to face the meadow sitting on her knees with her elbows resting on the back of the bench. She pushed her ass out over the bench so that her rump cheeks hung in mid-air like two tattooed cliffs above her heels and shot me her wicked grin that was implying she was up to no good!

"C'mon doctor, check me for ticks! It is a beautiful day for it and that fucking down in the farmhouse only got me warmed up!" She reached back and gave my cock a tap with her fingertips and winked at me. My cock roared to life and became once again something worthy of an agricultural exhibition! It would just be a question of whether it would be exhibited in the large vegetable exhibition or some barnyard animal display!

Oma licked her lips in anticipation of what was to happen and then spit on her hand a white blob of foamy saliva. She rubbed the slimy spittle around the entrance to her pink dung hole and presently the mysterious tongue I had seen before, lolled out through the opening and moved the slick wetness around to better lubricate the sphincter entrance. One of the eyes on Oma's rump shot me a COME HERE OFTEN SAILOR? sort of wink, and the tattoos upon her back rippled like circles on a pond that a stone had been tossed into. Oma spit upon her hand again and rubbed some more saliva this time upon my cock to prepare it for a good solid bit of plowing and said, "HOP ON! My rear ditch needs further excavation and you look like a fine ditch digger!" She reached for the beer stein and took a long draught from it before tapping it again. This woman could go all day and all night and we are not just talking sex!

I positioned myself behind her twin tattooed ass cheeks with both eyes winking at me. Oma must have been working an incantation in her head because her tattoos continued to ripple and dance and the eyes continued to make their lewd enticements, while the mouth around her rectum puckered and licked its lips. As witches go, she was a wicked one!

My ditch digging tool throbbed in my hand as I placed it at the pink pulsating puckered ring of my Grandmother's rose hole and I applied pressure. The ring resisted for a split second and then yielded and my mushroom headed cockwurst began to plow through her rear opening! As I gained entry about a third of my cock length in, I paused and grabbed her tattooed hips for better control and leverage. Oma exhaled and muttered something unintelligible and her tattoos rippled and adjusted themselves like turkey feathers. As I pulled her down onto my shaft another third of the distance, I felt the mischievous magic tongue inside her asshole licking me and lubing me up for the final push! Her rectum began to fellate me just as deftly as though it was her mouth, even making rude slurps of sexual mastication! As I plunged the last third of travel, I noticed that her tattoos rippled and the eyes on her ass winked when she did this trick with her cunny or ass! Pleasure does not begin to describe what I felt!

"Oma, you are doing another spell? I figured it has to do something with this trick you do with your arsehole and your cunny – ja?"

"Uuugh oohhh! Nnnnn - Ja! You got it correct Stephan!" She smiled over her shoulder looking back at me grimacing ever so slightly in painful pleasure as I began to saw back and forth in her rude pink rump- hole.

"Ja Stephan! Fuck me just like that! ....Uggh! JA! Yes,... that trick I do with my cunny and arse is a little something I learned from Tante Magda. I can concentrate and focus and manipulate my internal tissues into all sorts of naughty pleasing things. It is called a spell of bodilyy morphism and it can be particularly pleasing and nasty! I used to do it for your father and it drove him wild!" She panted and smiled as her rectum continued its wicked work on my cock plowing with enthusiasm back and forth in her.

"I can even do some mischief upon your cock! .....Would you like to see it? It won't hurt you and you'll find it pleasurable!" Another wicked grin, this time with a raised eyebrow flashed my way over her shoulder – she was such a wonderfully bad influence. I nodded.

"Alright Grossmutter. I guess so," I was curious but concerned. With that, she changed the pattern and pace of her chanting. She squinted in tight focused concentration, then her tattoos ruffled and she opened her mouth. I began feeling movement in my cock that I could not explain and it felt like the head continued to move up her back passage with a mind of its own as I thrust in; disturbing me at first, but then it became quite pleasurable as my lap viper dragged itself up the warm damp passage of her inner body core. My lederhosen log turned a series of passages going left then right than left until I lost count and merely continued my fucking, losing myself in the sensation of pleasurable penetration of this beautiful young old woman panting wide-mouthed in front of me!

My cock found another sphincter and pushed through it while Grandmother closed her mouth and gritted her teeth in determination breathing quickly through her nose and whimpering both in pleasure and pain. My cock moved onward through a roomy chamber and found yet another sphincter and pushed against it. Grandmother went wide-eyed and opened her mouth again, this time it stayed open and the tattoos on her back made mad flutterings and ripples until they parted like theater curtains to present a lewd and bizarre play. A young man and two women in a field, naked as the day they were born were copulating enthusiastically. The man appeared to be plowing the older of the two women in the ass as she stood on all fours fucking back into him with rough lusty vigor. The other woman, a bit younger, got on all fours as well and backed herself up to the older woman's mouth. The older woman now appeared to be tonguing her younger female partner's cunny and anus.

My cock seemed know to push up a passage about as tight as before at the beginning but with different sensations. Oma was now wide mouthed but breathing only through her nose and she was moaning strangely from deep inside her body. My cock-tip felt like it ran now straight into the back of what appeared to be a tongue which raked against the underside of my penis. In the scene on Oma's back, the younger of the two women went wide mouthed and backed hard into the mouth of the older woman while the man plowed the older woman's arse roughly throwing his head up and down in wonderful agony. The older woman bored her mouth into the younger woman's ass and the young woman seemed to only be able to hold her mouth open and shake her head from side to side. A moment later, the man's erect penis exited the younger woman's mouth and stood proudly wagging in the wind! Unmistakably, his penis had traveled the length of both women's guts and entrails, and was now lolling out playfully from the woman's open mouth!

Now I felt my cock-tip pass a tongue and two sets of teeth before exiting a pair of lips as Grandmother let out a final moan through her nostrils. The head of my cock emerged from her mouth like a snake from a burrow and stood rigid in the air before beginning to sway back and forth like a cobra. Its head flattened slightly to give it a vaguely cobra-like appearance as it danced to and fro, swaying hypnotically before us. Grandmother looked back over her shoulder, my cock now a long fleshy serpent exiting her lips and gave me a wink! The hole in my penis-head winked at me as well. My Grandmother has always been such a showoff!

With that, my penis began to resume its normal shape and Oma focused her concentration as the cock receded, and backed its way into her mouth; in past her lips, teeth tongue and throat. As it retreated into her gut, she let out a loud audible gasp sounding like HAAAAAHHHHHWWW! as if she had dove into a pond and had now surfaced for air! The tattoos on Oma's back now showed the man's cock disappear into the woman's mouth and she gasped and panted before separating from the older woman's mouth to turn around and give the other woman a full kiss on the lips, shaking her head and mane from side to side with passion. The man bucked and humped and came in the older woman's ass and the three collapsed in a cuddling heap before the tattoos closed and merely rippled slightly.

"So you like my little display?"

"Unngh, yes," I answered enjoying the sensation of my cock sliding down the zig zag course of Oma's.

"I thought you would like my little surprise!"

"I saw on your back three people, a young man, a young woman, and an older woman in a field and,"

"And the man had his cock spearing right up through the asses of both women until it came out the younger woman's mouth and did a dance in the wind?" She said this with a smile and wink over her shoulder as I nodded to her. My cock had now retreated down the last of her intestines and was lodged snuggly in the nest of her lower bowels where it had started from. I fucked back and forth listening as she explained.

"You saw Magnus fucking his mother, my beautiful Tante Magda. She had her mouth locked on my arsehole so that the great cock of Magnus was able to travel up my rear hole and come out my mouth! Yes, we did this many times and with many variations indeed! What you saw was a past snapshot that the magic decided to explain for you, – so as to help you understand what was happening! The three of us used to make this trick in many different ways with each other. Sometimes I would bend over and suck my cousin's cock, and his penis would come out my arse into Magda's rectum as she would back up to me, rump to rump. Other times we would do just as you saw there on the field. Another time I took his cock up my ass and it came out my mouth into Magda's cunny so that Magnus could shower his mother's insides with his seed! Then there was the time his cock traveled up Magda's ass out her mouth, into mine and then exited my rump to go back and forth pumping seed into both our cunnies. The possibilities seemed endless but it would tire out the spell caster. Very tiring indeed as well as naughty! ...Since the three of us were magical folk, we pooled our powers like having a team pulling on a rope in a tug-o-war; so that we could 'make things last' and enjoy the wonderful novel strangeness of it all!"

I plowed back and forth now with ardent purpose into Oma's warm, pink, naughty, nether-hole hole as she cooed encouragement and urged me on. My cock was now overwhelmed and all consumed with the warm slippery sensations of her ass tunnel. She began to smile at me lewdly as she panted and her hand found her clit and cunny. Her other hand found the beer mug and she took a long drink before passing it to me, the beer spilling a little over her lips and down her chin to the ground. One handed, I drank and thrust into her rude rump before handing it back to her, only for her to tap and refill it again.

"Oh JA, that is it boy! Bugger your Oma! BUGGER ME! FUCK ME HARD! Mein Arsch needs your balls to present it with a special gift of egg-white that only they can give!" She chuckled at her joke, and drank. Then with the same lewd smile, she hit me with a torrent of lewd obscenities and double meanings all more lurid than the last as her fingers worked her cunny and clitty. She now had to set the half full beer mug down as we now were fully engaged in the tumultuous and all-consuming vortex of a most beautiful assfuck! Oma need more though. She grabbed one of my hands and she pushed my fingers up against her erect clitoris, urging me desperately to rub it while she shoved her fingers up into her cunny hole, her face tormented and twisted with needful lust!

After a moment or two it had the effect both of us were looking for. The cloud way up the valley found one last bolt of lightning in its quiver of electrical arrows and sent it across the sky directly into the boulder I had been trying to hit before creating a great CRASH BOOM! shaking the ground and filling the air with ozone! Both our mouths screamed out in a simultaneous joyful orgasmic call skyward! As Oma shook from head- to- toe wide mouthed, I howled for joy as my balls sent a load of egg-white protein up into her bowels just as she had requested! We shook , and shook, and shook again in our mutual spasms of joy, as the tattoos on Oma's back fluttered and rippled until finally becoming still.

We separated and my cock made an audible POP from Oma's rectum. She farted loudly as some of my egg-white seed spilled from her pink puckery rose-hole, which now had a noticeable gape like a dark red cave entrance between two hills! We sat on the bench facing the stream panting and smiling; enjoying the sun on our naked satiated bodies passing the beer mug between us, and now quite tired, content, ...and more than a little drunk!

At that point, we heard moans and calls down in the valley coming from the woods that our three intruders had disappeared into long before. Now the calls became a great moaning chorus of joyful howls, hitting a zenith for about ten seconds and then it died off. We looked at each other and giggled. A few minutes later they emerged from the woods holding their clothes and were awkwardly trying to dress as they made their way down the road to their headquarters over in the next valley. From time to time, they looked back over their shoulders to see if anyone was watching while they hurried. People WERE watching, ...US! Oma and I released howling roars of laughter, making us fall into each other and nearly knock us both off the bench! It was a good three minutes before we could do anything from the laughing, and then we could only pass the beer and giggle.

"That will make them sleep tonight! If they remember anything from inside the farmhouse, I doubt they will tell a soul," Oma snorted and giggled into her beer glass! All I could do was giggle and nod! I had just cum twice in an hour and the beer which was hitting both our heads quite hard, making me especially giddy; so that when I saw the three intruders nervously running down the road half-dressed and holding their clothes (and apparently each other's clothes in an effort to scoop everything up and dress), as they hurried down the road looking over their shoulders, ...well, -it was too much! The power of speech failed me for a good while! When I finally spoke however, I had a question as always.

"Oma, what should I do? Do you think I should turn myself into the Americans? The Ami's will be here in a few days I am certain. It will be unsafe for you, and much as you like you cannot fuck the entire American Army!"

"Hhhm true, I cannot fuck them all, but I WOULD like to die trying, she giggled. Hhhhmmm, I will work on this. Don't worry, I have gotten out of stickier things in the past and I now can see I have a superb new piece of cock attached to a wonderful lover! You don't have to worry about leaving or getting caught. You just have to keep your strength up and make my teeth and bones rattle at night – and during the long days, that wouldn't hurt either! (giggle) No, I'll think of something, you can count on it! I'll wager my weight in gold!"

"It's a shame you can't make gold. Can you?"

"No, potions, beer, healing and making love is what I do best. Oh yes, I tried making gold; all of us try but I was not much good at alchemy. Your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grandmother Fiorina was supposed to be a natural at it. In fact, it saved her from the bonfires of the local Bishop when he went on a witch burning frenzy. Several witches and innocent non-magic folk were burned or hung. She was saved by a local duke who knew a good thing when he saw it and he rescued her the day before her execution, had her charges dropped, and set her up in his castle over in the next valley. She made gold out of lead for him, as well as medicines. He kept her employed on the staff as head alchemist as it were. Apparently at night she had other duties; to include shagging the old duke rotten!" Grandmother retrieved two cigars from the sack and lit them with a snap of her fingers before she handed me one. She then produced two sandwiches from the magical bag. We puffed, ate, and drank enjoying the climbing of the sun as it kissed our bodies and she continued the story.

"Anyhow, the Duke never ran out of money but he did run out of life and finally died; so Fiorina, - still a young woman, took a large bag of gold and set off to the hills where she found a fellow much like her. He was a mountain wizard! She and the wizard continued the line in happiness with many magical children that led all the way to you! Apparently the duke's family managed to hang onto the wealth and one of his descendants, a duchess, built the large palace in the same valley next door to us, with the duke's old ruined castle looking down upon it! The duchess was a randy sort of lady and she had many courtiers and lovers; both male and female it was said. Quite a bit of naked shenanigans and sexual hooliganism deliciously occurred inside those walls I can tell you! One of Fiorina's descendants had apparently been summoned to the palace for her curative abilities when the duchess had too much partying and revelry and come down with a nasty headache and tummy bug. After administering the proper treatments the lecherous duchess took a certain shine to this girl; she brought her to her bed chamber and after a night of Sapphic cavorting the young woman showed her something that had been passed down through the generations in her family, making lead into gold. The duchess died richer than she started I'm told. Our family has been in this valley and the surrounding valleys ever since but the whole lead into gold thing, well...I hope someday we have somebody who could pull it off but it won't be me. "

Oma told other stories of the family and its exploits and tragedies. I had no idea so much history and adventure had befallen us or that we had been a party to. My mother and father never spoke of it and my aunt never mentioned a word either. We eventually finished the sandwiches and puffed our cigars. Grandmother grabbed some strange bluish purple lichens from a nearby rock protruding from the ground and crushing them up dropped them into the beer mug which she tapped. After muttering a few words to the mug, a slight blue glow momentarily lit her face. She handed it to me.

"Drink! This will keep you from feeling like you will have a monster headache later!" I did as she commanded and drank but did not find beer. The mug was full of water from the stream.

"Water?"

"We need that now more than anything," she grinned at me and took the mug for a good long drink before handing it back to me making me do the same. To tell the truth, for all the beer I swallowed she was right, no headache later!

About that time we heard the BAA! BAA! of several sheep coming up over the far side of the meadow. Two blonde women, one older, one younger crested the edge of the far slope and then stood silhouetted against the panoramic sweep of the valley in the brilliant noon sun. One appeared to have a picnic basket and one had a blanket.

Oma had me drop down to hide behind the benches.

"I want to see who these two are before I make ourselves announced, "she said.

I started to grab my clothes and shoes but she stopped me with her hand and calmed me with, "Wait, wait, just sit back and puff that cigar. All in good time! Relax! Sneaking around naked in fields and spying on people is half the fun of being a sex witch! Besides, I think I know the older lady." I did as she said and stayed low on the ground next to her as we finished our cigars. We crushed out our cigar stubs and Oma shot me a look that said –C'mon and she put the beer mug in the sack. She retrieved an old pipe from the bag, lit it,.. and motioned for me to follow her. We were up to mischief- I could tell by the naughty smile etched on her face!

We walked up the hill and to the woods quietly, but naked as can be; Oma puffing her pipe in great clouds of billowing tobacco smoke that filled the air. I was a little nervous but Oma remained calm and determined. The old woman was intent on checking this pair out. Neither of the women had seen us and I wondered why. Then I got in the answer presently.

"Stay in my pipe cloud," she whispered like we were sneaking up on a deer, "it's an old trick I used to play to get around. You'll be invisible and relatively quiet."

"So why are we still naked?"

"One, I like to see you in the nude, and two, I think it will be advantageous in a few minutes if this older lady is who I think she is! I probably should change out of this younger woman's body and back into my usual self though!" With that, she muttered something and her body morphed slowly into the old woman I knew as my grandmother. I still had no problem fucking her damned good and hard given current events of the last two days!

We sneaked quietly up the grassy slope and into the woods on the south side of the meadow. There was a little woodcutter's path covered with pine needles which made our passage swifter and even more silent. At one point the path climbed up the hill and to the left, until it crested upon a small ridge about fifty meters above the meadow, and far enough back in the trees, so that even without Oma's magic it would be hard to see us. From our vantage point we could see the herd of sheep spreading out across the meadow, even munching grass near the rock that we had hit with our masturbatory lightning show. We could also make out that the woman and the girl were set about spreading a blanket on the grass near the west edge of the meadow in the grass. We saw them unpack food and what looked like a large wine skin.

The women passed the skin back and forth and then began looking around. The older woman said something to the girl stroking her hair and the girl nodded her blonde head with a smile. Oma and I squatted silently behind a large tree trunk and watched intently with the pipe smoke shrouding us. Even though Oma's magic safely obscured us we really didn't need any magic at this distance. The pair of women kissed and then began to slip out of their clothes. Soon both were clad except the girl kept on shoes and short woolen stockings. The older woman had shucked off all clothing and was bare to the world. They kissed again and embraced before both then fell down on the blankets cuddling, talking, drinking, and taking in the sun, as it warmed their bodies. We watched silently as the older woman (who was in her late forties), wrapped a leg over the hips of the young girl (who was about nineteen). The older woman gave the girl a deep open mouthed kiss while she rubbed her hair, neck, and shoulders. Her seasoned hands found firm young breasts, which she tweaked and pinched as the young woman smiled and giggled. The girl now reciprocated the caresses and tweaks of her partner's more larger breasts which drooped a bit (due to the march of time), but still looked good enough to rub, pinch, or suck on.

"So THAT is what they are up to!" Oma whispered and smiled puffing out a huge cloud from the pipe watching the scene. A fox grin slowly spread across her face as she reached over and grabbed my naked cock, giving it strokes and rubs. I didn't know it yet, but she was cranking me up for what was to come!

"And I thought WE were the only ones up here today for a good naked tumble! What luck! But then again, it is spring; people often give in to thoughts of flesh after a long nasty winter yields itself to sunny skies and warm days!" She then looked at me and smiled.

"Let's get a closer look at this naughty horizontal mischief! I am sure I know the older one," Oma said with the wicked grin of somebody who had witnessed countless similar scenes from behind trees and rocks in these mountains. She led me by my cock along the path silently stroking me and simultaneously steering me like I was a piece of ardent livestock being taken to pasture. The path forked and went off sloping down to the meadow on the right while it turned off deeper into the woods to the left. We went right and silently down the path we crept. The path became parallel with the edge of the meadow but far enough back so that we still could not be seen by the women in the meadow, who were other-wised engaged in more pressing activities!

From our vantage point in the bushes, we saw the older woman spread her legs and the girl moved in between her legs to lap at the old woman's cunny like a kitten with a saucer of milk. The woman closed her eyes and opened her mouth in pleasure. Two young deft hands reached up to pinch and tweak her middle-aged bosoms and teats. Two older experienced hands reached down and guided the girl's blonde head around in the blonde crotch which rose to meet the junior conspirator's eager tongue, grinding hard against the eager gobbling mouth. As she turned her head our way with her eyes shut, the older woman groaned and panted, her breasts jiggled and heaved. Her face suddenly was recognized by Oma who let out a barely perceptible gasp of surprise, having seen an old friend under pleasant circumstances.

"That is Katarina! I don't know the girl, but that lady is Katarina and it looks like the girl is enjoying a little porridge between her legs! ... Can't blame her! As I recall, old Kat had lovely tasting pink porridge pot between those thighs," Oma whispered over to me. My grandmother bent at the waist, and pulled my now stiff schwanze around to the back of her and looked over her shoulder at me with a wicked smile.

"Let's enjoy the show for a little bit Stephan, but I will not let you cum in me. I want you to save it. Save it for later in those two! You can fuck me ever so hard, but I will hold your seed back with my mind. I've had Katarina many times in years past and you are in for a treat! I imagine if the girl is half as good as old Kat, we'll both have a good time indeed, but for now- just fuck me and watch things! Ja?" I nodded and placed my cock at the back of her crotch and Oma's fingers guided me up the entrance into the warmth of her cunt. I then grabbed her hips and began to stroke and plow slowly as she bent at the waist, both of us watching the two women fornicate at about twenty paces away - oblivious to our own lewd cavorting!

With the earlier exception of Oma this morning with the cruel blonde intruder, the two women having sex was something new for me to behold. I found it to be something wonderfully enchanting and at the same time forbidden. It was beautiful to watch and fascinating for me at the same time. I found myself vigorously plowing Oma in appreciation of the two Sapphic contestants performing on the blanket to our front. My excitement rose and rose, and it was a good thing Oma was keeping me from spritzing the contents of my balls too early; the sensation of her cunt added deliciously to the view of the two women and would have been otherwise too much for me, despite having just cum earlier at that edge of the meadow in Oma's wonderfully rude rear door!

I leaned forward and whispered a question in Oma's ear and kissed her neck while a plowed in slow deliberate strokes, "So how did you know they were up to mischief when you saw them Oma? Don't lots of people come up here on the mountain to just work or walk and enjoy the outdoors?"

"Oh Ja! They do! They surely do," whispered Oma as she puffed her pipe and wrinkled her nose in pleasure as I stroked my cock into her. "It is just that the seclusion and privacy provided by these mountains and woods, and thickets, well,....encourages some to lose their clothes and do things not fit for discussion at a church supper! People who are intent at getting a little naked foolery done throw off a certain amount of energy that a sex witch like myself, or my Tante, or any of a number of our relatives can pick up on. It's a bit like a wolf knowing there is a dead animal a mile or so off, because he can smell it on the wind and if he follows his nose, -it will take him to a fine if not slightly rotten meal.

I've walked up on plenty of people up in these mountains that thought they were all alone with their sweetheart, only to join in on the merriment or rub one out from the safety of the trees and bushes watching like we are doing now!" Another wicked grin came over her face as she remembered things past. Such a bad girl, such a terrible, wicked, wonderful bad girl, that grandmother of mine!

Within a few minutes the woman bucked and humped the girl's face as the young filly gobbled heartily at the noon-time snack provided by the older woman's golden haired crotch. The older more experienced woman went wide eyed and a silent scream presented itself from her wide open mouth. Then the orgasm hit the older woman! She shook and humped and ground the blonde haired head of the younger woman hard and rough straight into her genitals! She bawled, cursed, and howled through a loud hard climax soaking the younger woman's face with an alpine cascade of juice. Oma and I appreciatively bucked and fucked against each other as the show had inspired us to sooth itches in our own loins.

The two ladies now looked into each other's eyes a bit and whispered happy things to each other of an intimate nature, their faces etched with broad happy smile. Then the girl asked the older woman an inaudible question to which the older woman nodded in reply. The two got up and changed positions; this time with the older forty-something woman lying on the blanket legs slightly parted, while the girl squatted down feet wide apart until her rump and cunny rested upon the face of the older woman who opened up her mouth and began to gobble at the young blonde haired honeypot. The girl shut her eyes and her jaw dropped open like a marionette. She was overcome by the sensations provided by the older one's seasoned lips and tongue. Oma and I humped each other in sympathetic ardor and I wiggled my thumb down to tickle Oma's pink rectum which was opening and closing involuntarily like a wicked camera shutter!

Oma took a long puff on her pipe and produced a large billowing cloud of smoke around us and then passed the pipe to me. I took the pipe in my teeth and my lungs gave it a tug to taste the tobacco. I found the flavor strange but wonderful, and I blew a large cloud from my mouth. A second later, I felt a huge jolt in my cock as it became hard as a newly cut oak beam!

"A little happy side effect of that tobacco! I have laced it with a few bits of lichen and toadstool extract that have a certain 'effect' on people's naughty parts. You've fucked me a couple of times today but I imagine you'll go a great deal longer with me and these two now that the weed has hit your lungs...and your balls too I'll wager! It's completely homemade. I call it, 'bull weed', and it makes people want to get at it like two cats in heat! Here, rub Oma's clitty and tell me what you feel!" I reached underneath her and found her clitoris particularly solid, almost like I was pushing my finger against an olive rather than a woman's clitoris.​