Incest/Taboo Alpine Hideaway Magic

"That's it Stephan," Oma said urging me on, "that's it! Plow that bottomland soil of Norma's, boy!" She rubbed Norma's face and cooed and offered her words of comfort as my cock slewed in and out of the old woman's bottom. Oma moved around behind us and removed her dress. Tante Margarite sitting with the two sick women on the bench holding them up took the hint and standing for a moment, she dropped her dress to the floor. Apparently my scent and the spectacle before her had combined into something too much for her to want to stand for anymore! She motioned for Dorothea to come to her as she sat down between the two delirious sick women, her dress lying on the hay. She spread her legs and had Dorothea kneel before her to place her head down upon my aunt's furry loins. Dorothea, having still a raging mind full of sexual ardor from the effects of the mushrooms complied and quite quickly was between my aunt's legs, lapping at Margarite's cunny like a cat before a saucer of cream! The two delirious women to either side of my tante moaned and groaned in discomfort while Margarite moaned at the touch of the nineteen year old tongue and lips gobbling away at her pink hairy flower!

This all made for interesting visual entertainment for me. I didn't care much to see the women in discomfort (nor anyone for that matter - I never have), but to see Dorothea put my Aunt Margarite into a state of ecstasy was truly captivating and I plowed Norma's ass canal in lusty appreciation of the lewd scene! Meanwhile Oma had snuck behind us and begun to diddle and lick Norma's cunny from behind as I continued my drilling of her anus with all the manly vigor I could summon! Oma had Norma now in a fit of excitement and she now through her delirium she called to me and my grandmother,

"Oh Ja! So nice! Sehr gut! Sehr schon! WEITER! WEITER! WEITER! AAAGGGGHHH! JAAAAA!!" She was becoming more and more ardent and excited. Oma was manipulating her frenzy and mine; building me quickly to my climax with her mind. She now inserted the fingers of her hand into the old grandmother's cunt until she was merrily fisting the Norma while my cock sawed in and out of her bottom; both of my hands pulling her hips and bum straight onto my thrusting penis! Oma's free hand diddled her own cunt and clitty...she was hot and bothered and ready to share in whatever it was that she had in store for us! After about two minutes of heated crying, moaning, sobbing fornication, IT was approaching. Norma was ready, I was ready, but most of all Oma was ready!

She then did something quite different from all those other times; she snapped her fingers, not outside ...but inside - those pushing and plowing in a fist up in Norma's cunt tunnel! There was an extremely loud CCCCRRRRAAAAACCCKKKK and flash of lightning crashed so close to the house that the explosion jolted the barn and shook dust down from the rafters! Norma howled, I howled, Oma whose mind was now linked to ours howled and Tante Margarite howled and pulled Dorothea's face hard into her cunt as we screamed hard through a shared psychic quake of a crescendo that crashed and shook us to our cores!

AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! screamed Norma as she shook and dribbled dewy brine upon Oma's probing arm and fist, accompanying the sound of Oma's own dew spritzing the hay on the barn floor. My balls convulsed and choked and then blew in an enormous seismic eruption, sending and my man porridge from my cock up into Norma's bowels to splatter itself in a hot mess! I sobbed and gasped and wheezed, as did everyone else; Oma having shared the experience with her mind divided between her, Norma and myself so we all felt the same joyous crescendo and release at the same precise instant! Norma was gasping beneath me, my cock still sheathed in her gut and slowly deflating. The air smelled of Ozone and strangely rotten eggs or gunpowder. Oma's magic had apparently done something! Oma now pulled her fist from Norma's cunny with haste and she backed up as though she knew what was next.

A second later I felt Norma's body shake slightly and then heard a sizzle. My mind registered fire and I looked around the barn to see what had caught alight by the lightning bolt that had come so close...my fears were unwarranted. Here I was, cock up inside this old woman's arse, slowly going limp and the old grandmother was pissing! A jet-stream of urine flew from her cunny and down onto the hay floor before seeping into the hog pen. It lasted for a good twenty seconds and Oma had me stay right where I was, cock in Norma's ass until she finished pissing. I had to keep my feet far apart or Norma would have marked her territory upon my ankles but I'm happy to report, aside from my cock and the sweat covering my body I was able to stay dry! The smell however was interesting; more rotten eggs, gunpowder and sulfur! The odor was quite heavy in the air. Oma sniffed and said,

"That is a good portion of the illness leaving her. Still ...there is plenty in those guts of hers! Will need to work on her again in a while! Ok Stephan, up with you! Get yourself unsheathed of Norma and move to the next patient!" With that she snapped her fingers and my cock inflated back to a raging snorting hard "middle arm" just as I pulled it from the now gaping rectum of Norma. My balls ached as though I hadn't even yet cum. I was reloaded. Time to shoot again!

I helped Norma to the bench and sat her bum down upon the wood while she leaned dreamily against the wall. I noticed her sweat like her piss had the same foul rotten eggs and gunpowder whiff to it. I could tell that whatever was troubling her body was now leaving her as her eyes were clearer and a little more alert. I had a question however. I looked at Oma and asked,

"Oma, if my semen can help cure these women, why the brown porridge?"

"Oh it is quite simple really," Oma said, "the porridge is like fertile soil. Your seed is like the seeds to be sewn upon a field. The porridge is a medium to make your seed multiply. She walked into the kitchen and came back with a spoonful of the sloppy brown mess from the bottom of the pot. She scraped her finger under the tip of my cock and was able to find a bit of my seminal dew - it looked a bit like clear snot on the end of her finger. Then she wiped her finger on the spoonful of brown mess. A second later I smelled a whiff of the same sulfur and gunpowder as the spoon flashed and when the puff of smoke cleared, there was a spoon that was FULL of my semen. I understood a little more. Oma popped it in her mouth like it was a special treat and then led me by my throbbing cock to the next woman, Marlene; Dorothea and Sabina's mother. We repeated the process.

Marlene was given my cock and loins to sniff and in no time she was greedily wet nursing her with my cock in her mouth. She sucked and sucked while Oma reassured her and kept her hand on her head urging her on. Meanwhile Norma watched the goings on and in her still present delirium licked her lips and masturbated on the bench while her daughter fellated me. In a few minutes time Oma snapped her fingers, I shot my load of healing nectar and Marlene swallowed. I was beginning to enjoy my job as a medical instrument! A snap of her fingers and I was again hard and prepared for the probing of Marlene's "deep seated" problems!

Again we repositioned Marlene on the barn floor, head down, ass-up and Oma went to work spitting and diddling between the woman's arse cheeks. She then had me mount Marlene and I vigorously plowed the woman's bottomhole while she frigged, fisted and hand fucked her as she masturbated herself. Tante Margarite and Dorothea had changed positions and now my Tante was lapping the girl's cunny with great hunger while Dorothea made eye contact. Norma's hand was a masturbating blur of activity as she watched both my action with her daughter and Tante Margarite's munching of her granddaughter's tulip! A snap from Oma's fingers five minutes later, a scream from the collective group of us as we all shared a climax, and I came in Marlene's upturned bowels with a roar! At the same instant another flash of lightning shook the house and barn! The air again smelled a heavy of ozone and sulfur while Marlene pissed on the hay with my cock impaled in her dungchute!

Sabina was the last one. My knees were a bit on the wobbily side of things and Oma let me rest for five minutes but she gently sucked my cock and cooed encouragement before she snapped her fingers and my member again filled with blood. It was once again the veined drooling throbbing beast between my legs and it felt like it was once again hungry for more. I nodded I was ready and we moved to Sabina. She looked at us through the delirium and asked Oma who I was,

"This is my grandson Stephan." Oma answered.

"But you..you have no grandson," Sabina said through her fog, "I filed a report...before I..."

"Yes?" said Grandmother.

"Deserted," came the answer from the cruel blonde woman (who didn't look so cruel now).

"Never mind that young thing," Oma directed, "I want you to do a little bit of therapeutic inhalation. Now sniff and whiff this schwanz so stiff here before you, dear!" Oma pushed me by the hips up into Sabina's face. She took a few sniffs and shortly was sucking my schwanzwurst with abandon; ramming her throat upon it and whining through her nose. Oma positioned herself below us and licked upon my balls and fingered Sabina's cunny while Tante Maragarite and Dorothea now sat side by side on the bench, fingering each other and watching while Norma and Marlene, also spectators to our show fingered and masturbated each other's cunts. Oma was pooling all of the psychic sexual energy of each of us I later found out and as each woman regained her strength and fell under the effect of the mushrooms, their combined sexual tension added to the power of the healing magic!

Sabina gorged herself upon my loins for several minutes until Oma sensed I was ready and snapped her fingers, forcing my knees to buckle and my cock and balls to spasm and spout a generous amount of penile vanilla cream into Sabina's hungry sucking strudel hole! The woman moaned and swallowed and gulped as she sucked and nursed my cock dry until the tip popped out of her mouth with a thin line of saliva leading from her lower lip to my deflating donkey cock. Oma now wiped the line of spittle of my cock and placed it in Sabina's mouth to make her finish her dessert before she led the young woman to the barn floor by the pig stall.

A snap of Oma's fingers later and I was fatigued and tired and dripping with sweat but I was ready for it to begin. My Flak tower was ready to fire once more! Oma spit on Sabina's upturned arsehole and fingered her pink flower petals while the women along the wall on the bench watched and diddled each other's cunnies as a sort of audience participation. Hips bucked up against hands along the wall as each of the spectators in the audience cheered us on with moans, sighs, and groans, while tongues ran out of mouths and teeth bit down on lower lips. I had a friendly audience, now I just had to give them what they wanted!

I stepped up to my position behind Sabina, her ass high, her head down, and I pushed my cock into the delightful pink pucker of her anus. With a lurch and a huff I was soon in as she let out a cry and sob; my log having plowed into that most private of bodily compartments for her! She moaned and whimpered, and then presently...she adjusted to my girth, and began to fuck her bum, back up onto me! I grabbed the Teutonic maiden by both hips and plowed hard at her bottomhole. She matched each stroke I made with a crashing counterstroke of her own. Oma repositioned herself underneath the woman while we fucked so as to lay directly beneath her to lick and rub Sabina's cunny and to have Sabina do the reciprocal to my grandmother!

Through her haze Sabina looked back over her shoulder a few times when she wasn't munching Oma's cunny.

"So you are the one we were looking for?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered, "do you wish to turn me in?"

"To who," she said, "I deserted last night!" I didn't ask why, we all had our reasons. Everyone now was thinking about saving his or her neck and only a few die hard fanatics wanted to press on.

"I suppose coming back to this town exposed you to great risks," I said, "all the people you rounded up and all the people you tortured?" My words made her laugh as she fucked me and Oma licked up into her cunny.

"Is that what you think?" she asked, "I was a volunteer for the town. I had been a Hitler Youth girl and I crewed an aircraft spotting tower on the north end of the village with six other girls. I helped stock medicine and food in the air raid shelters and in the basement of the hospital. I also worked at the rail yard helping load ammunition and warstocks onto trains up in Ulm and in Stuttgart. I was no die-hard, I just did what I was told. You were the first deserter I was told to look for and I reported to the Gestapo as an augmentee with my brother and my cousin who were reservists called to the fight. They are fighting now someplace -I don't know where. After we filed our report they were immediately ordered to a truck with other soldiers and they left. That was when I left too...to come back here. I brought cans of food from the Gestapo Headquarters hoping I could feed my family while I figured out what to do next!"

"One of those cans almost killed you and your family," said Oma up from underneath her crotch, "you are very lucky girl! Now then, finish your meal young lady!" With that both women resumed licking and gobbling cunnies while I plowed hard at Sabina's bottomhole. A few minutes later and I was there, Sabina and Oma were there too! Grandmother snapped her fingers, the three of us howled! The audience of Sapphic masturbators along the bench all howled and the lightning cracked harder and louder than the two times before; so loud and strong that great columns of dust came down from the roof and rafters and the pigs in the pen squealed in alarm! I was certain that either the house or the barn had been hit - not that I cared! I had bigger things consuming me, my orgasm! I roared and bawled and my cock and balls puked and hurled a massive rushing torrent of spouting hot cream from my loins up into the bowels of Sabinga who shook and screamed in unison with Oma. Dew sloshed and spattered from both their cunnies and the women along the wall splattered due against the probing hands of their Sapphic collaborators in a great Teutonic chorus of AAAAAAGGGGHHs! and OOOHHHHS! It took us several moments to regain our breaths and the wind in our lungs. Then Oma remembered something; she realized she was in the wrong place at the moment but it was too late! In the yelling and moaning and spouting and spritzing that filled the ozone and sulfur filled air, something had slipped her mind but she knew it now!

Sabina groaned and shook slightly and I spread my feet to get them out of the way. She shuddered and she began...to piss! A hard forceful stream of urine spouted from her cunt petals and smacked my grandmother right in the face! Oma was hardly in a position to move out of the way so unfortunately for her, she just let Sabina finish relieving herself on her upturned face while I stood behind the woman, my deflating cock up in her backdoor! When Sabina had finished peeing on my grandmother, we separated and I kind of snickered at my Oma who rose to her feet with a face all wet and soggy.

"Enough of that!" she snapped at me, "Help me get this one over to the wall with the rest of the women. They are not out of the woods yet with this. To really finish this, their insides will have to be properly cleansed. Your seed is in their bowels and now we have to give it a fertile medium to their guts to multiply your seed and the healing process." We brought Sabina to her feet and took her to the other women at the bench. The strange device with the nozzles hanging from the suspended bag was on the hook above their heads looking a bit like a three legged octopus that had lost its five other legs in a fight with a shark!

Oma positioned the three sick women on their hands and knees again infront of the bench, heads down, asses up just like they were before the bugger session by the pig stall. She reached up and grabbed at the hoses hanging from the bag and inserted one hose nozzle in each of the upturned rectums that were pointing to the rafters. Then she reached up to the bag and opened a valve at its base. The bag began to drain and the hoses began to fill the women. They looked like a row of naked tanker trucks all taking on fuel! Instead of engines revving though, I heard moans and groans as the brown slop filled into their guts and bellies. Oma and Margarite went from woman to woman, rubbing their bellies and calming them. Each of the three began to show abdomens that were swelling to great capacity, like balloons being filled with air. More and more they were filled and more and more they groaned and whimpered and sobbed as the brown slop rushed in!

I wondered to myself how much they could possibly hold. Oma had made A LOT of the brown sloppy mess in the pot, and that bag had been VERY heavy. Even the bowels of THREE women could not hold it all- at least that was what I thought, and yet they continued to be filled! They moaned and whimpered but their exhaust pipes continued to receive the bitter porridge while their bellies continued to round up like they were three ticks filling up with blood!

At last the bag was empty. Oma removed the nozzle from each woman's bumhole. She had a strange focused look on her face and when I asked about it she told me she was controlling their guts right now with her mind; she was forcing them to hold all the sloppy mess up inside their innards and allow the contents or the cauldron to do their work.

Oma held their guts with her mind for a good five agonizing minutes. She went from woman to woman with Margarite, continuing to rub their faces and bellies. Dorothea had now moved over next to me and was rubbing my neck again and kissing me on the chin and face while I watched this bizaare medical procedure (apparently the mushrooms were still working her mind and loins into a bit of agitation and she now seemed oblivious to the three women groaning and writhing on the ground as though they would explode). Presently I began to smell more sulfur and rotten eggs. The three women were sweating profusely and their hair was actually beginning to look damp with perspiration. Oma looked at me and Margarite and said it was time as she sniffed the sulfur in the air and judged the brown porridge had reacted sufficiently with my semen in their guts to have achieved a result she was looking for! She bid Dorothea to get off me and to run to the commode and fetch toilet paper...adding that these women would probably need a lot! When the dazed and horny girl returned from the watercloset, Oma had an announcement for the three blonde swollen ticks on hay floor,

"Ok ladies, I am going to release your bowels! Ready, one...two ...three!" After THREE she snapped her fingers. A wet fart escaped from Norma and a loud gurgling sound emitted from Marlene's nether cheeks. Sabina's tummy made sounds of growling, very loud and sounding like three starving dogs that had just found a bit of meat! The three women on the ground who had previously been slow to move and react, now found the sprightliness of a feline with too much catnip! They looked at each other and all three must have judged the distance to the commode too far to travel in the time needed so they all moved as one to the pig stall at dash of blinding speed. They were quite a sight as they moved with their rounded bulging bellies and climbed the low wall to the barn's hog pen. They spun around on the low wall facing us, sitting upon the top with their rumps resting over the other side to make the hog pen an impromptu toilet!

There was a pause for a moment and then I heard another loud fart come from one of the women; too hard to tell whom it was. Each of the women's faces now grimaced like the sorrow mask I had seen many times before above fancy cinemas as the agony inside their guts was poised to release. A moment later three loud wet explosions sounded as all three women blasted the interior of the hog pen with their bowels! The faces of the women were contorted and straining as they shat and shat (and shat some more). They emptied the contents of their guts while the pigs squealed in alarm at the far end of the stall - startled by the intrusion of three white rumps suddenly appearing to explode in their pen! The air was now heavy as smoke with the smell of sulfur, gunpowder, and rotten eggs.

After what seemed like two whole minutes of intestinal explosions and loud farts (one after another from the women), all three calmed down enough and began to nod their heads as one by one, each reached for the roll of paper! Oma and Margarite helped the women down off the wall as the last bit of paperwork was finished on Sabina's rump by Oma. The ladies seemed a little unsteady on their legs but generally much more alert than they had been before. Now there was something new about them, and it seemed directed at me!

Like hellions, the three women dashed across the barn floor and leaped upon me, pulling me to the ground and going for my cock in a frenzy of lustful madness! In their haste they knocked Dorothea out of the way who simply shrugged and picked herself up from the hay, only to jump into the pile of female flesh that had descended upon me! I looked up to see Margarite and Oma with their hands on their hips laughing and slapping their knees as if this was the funniest thing they had ever seen! I called out to my grandmother,

"Oma...what is UUUGHH...what is happening?"

"Oh sorry Stephan," she answered between uncontrollable spasms of laughter, "I am sorry but I gave these three a pretty HEAVY dose of the mushroom porridge up their bums and down their throats. Unfortunately for you they are full of ardent mischief. Remember I said there were side effects to those mushrooms? Ha ha ha ha! - Not to worry, you are a fit stallion. Breed these four mare's IN HEAT!" With that she and Margarite sat on the bench and over the next hour and a half I bred and fucked and came in the cunny-holes of each of the four women. Each and every time I spouted, Oma would snap her fingers and refill my balls with seed until all three women were in a state of post-orgasmic bliss on the floor and I was a covered in sweat, fatigue, hay, female affluvia, and barn dust!

We dressed and Oma put the three women to bed and left them under the care of Dorothea, who still looked a little dazed herself from the mushroom's effects. Oma said she would check in a few days on the women but for now, all they needed was rest. We left but not before Dorothea gave me a long wet kiss. Apparently I had made an impression (possibly with the help of some mushrooms)!

We walked back to Oma's farmhouse in the dark with our rooster and our jug of cider. The two women were laughing and teasing me as we went. When we got home, Oma and Margarite put together a soup on the stove while I tended to the animals in the barn and out in the field. When I came into the house, we ate as the two women chatted and we listened to more forbidden radio broadcasts. The music was now punctuated more and more by announcements of American, British, and Canadian gains in the West while it appeared Berlin was now completely cut off by the Russians. We became silent.

"It will be over soon." Margarite commented. We had finished our soup and were just listening stunned at the news.

"But Tante Margarite, how soon? And how close are the Amis?" I asked. I was incredulous that it could be over, even with our forces beaten as badly as they were. I was also concerned what the Americans would do if they found me!

"Why don't we go out and see?" Oma suggested.

"What Oma? You want us to walk to the Americans?"

"Not walk," she said looking at Margarite, "fly! I have two brooms upstairs Margarite if you are up to it? Fancy doing a bit of bat chasing?"

"I haven't done it in a while but Ja Mutti," Margarite answered, "I am ready for some fun in the night sky if you are!"

"I think," Oma added, "it would be a good idea to get out and have a look around. Stephan, get naked...we are going flying."

"What? Flying?! How..." I asked but was interrupted by Oma telling me to stop asking questions and disrobe as she and Margarite shucked off their clothes. Soon our clothes were in three piles on the kitchen floor as Oma and Margarite led me out into the barn and up into the loft where Oma's canning and pickle jars were stored. Oma retrieved two brooms and handed one to my aunt and then we moved to the hay mow doors. The brooms both looked a little odd, both having a funny knotted bulge in the wooden handle. Oma and Margarite spoke in their strange magical languages to the brooms and presently the knots on the wood began to swell and morph and take shape until after a few seconds they had transformed into what appeared to be women's hands (complete with painted manicured fingernails)!

I was shocked. Out of each broom handle was a lady's slender forearm and hand with a wiggling set of fingers happily waving from the broom handle! Oma and Margarite now placed both broom handles up to me and seeing I was chagrinned told me what to do next,

"Let the ladies stroke your cock and balls Stephan! They wouldn't hurt a fly...certainly not your cock and balls!" She and Margarite laughed as one hand jerked my cock and the other massaged my balls before they switched. I touched the handle with my hand out of curiosity as my erection rose. The wooden handle felt like wood sure enough, but the two hands definitely felt like warm flesh! Once I had regained a penetrative erection, Oma and Margarite relieved the hands of their stimulation duties and took turns sucking my cock to supreme stiffness. Once there, Oma took control of my erection with her mind, keeping my cock stiff as an oak beam!

Oma and Margarite mounted the brooms and the hands now took their Sapphic cues and shaped their fingers into fisting cones of penetration; wiggling themselves up into my aunt's and grandmother's cunny-holes. Both women seemed to enjoy the sensation of the lady fists penetrating them and they paused to enjoy the pleasurable probing. Finally, with a look of bliss on her face Oma moved to the doorway of the second floor hay mow. Outside was a dark sky of twinkling stars.

"Ok Stephan," Oma instructed, "get up here behind me and straddle this broom. Put your cock up in my bottomhole!" She bent forward at the waist as the lady's arm fisted her, securing her to the broom handle and with one hand she pulled her rump cheek to the side showing her puckered areshole. Her tattoos were rippling and showing birds taking wing and bats flying across night landscapes.

I walked up behind Oma and straddled the broom behind her, placing my cock up to her rectal pucker. With a push and a shove, I gained entrance to her rosehole. I could feel the magical fist inside her cunt penetrating her as I sank into her asshole up to my balls. On the other side of her cunnywall I felt the fist moving around, it was a very pleasant and wonderfully wicked sensation! Then it did something I couldn't explain and didn't expect. It defied what I understood about human anatomy but it happened just the same. I felt the hand reconfigure itself inside Oma's cunt and as she groaned and moaned, it whipped around pushing against her vaginal walls to now grab my cock wedged up inside her bowels and hold the two of us fast! Oma had morphed her insides to accommodate us both and now we were "strapped into" this medieval version of a jet fighter!

"Ok Stephan," Oma said, "when I count three we are going to jump up off the ground like we are hopping into the air jumping rope." I nodded as she continued,

"One, ...two, ...three!" We hopped up into the air just a few inches and the broom shot forward with us locked together on it through the open haymow and into the night sky. Margarite followed us out the door with a loud shout of "WWHHHHHHEEEEE!" as she and Oma cackled and laughed. I held on for dear life! I had never even been in an airplane...I had only helped shoot at them on my Flak crew! I had also never been so high!

The land far below us shot past us as I wrapped my hands around Oma's waist hoping the hand would not lose its grip on me. Oma sensed this and laughed. She reassured me with,

"It's alright Stephan, you are safe as if you were home in our bed. Why not stroke my nipples and rub my clitty while we fly! You can fuck my ass too and cum as much as you want - our sexual magic will keep us going and that hand will not let either of us go until we are safely on the ground! Trust me!"

I did as she said. I rubbed her nipples and diddled her clit as we flew on through the night sky. Tante Margarite flew up alongside us, vigorously fucking her fisting broom-handle. Both women laughed and cackled as we flew and fornicated across the night sky. This explained a lot of the woodcuts and drawings I had seen of witches from old encyclopedias and text books on folklore that showed nude women flying through the night sky with strange lurid expressions on their faces...it wasn't wicked malice on their faces...it was wicked sexual ecstasy!

Down below us the German countryside whirled past us. The moon came out from behind a cloud and illuminated details on the distant ground. The mountains passed beneath us as well as the dark forests. Soon our valley was receding in the distance. We headed west in the approximate direction of the Americans - we had no idea where they might be so we were bumping around in the night sky just trying to see where they might be. After thirty minutes I saw an airplane pass by us overhead, oblivious to our presence; a British night fighter heading east on some unknown mission. Out on the horizon to the north I saw flames in what could only be a city burning with red and yellow light and boiling smoke rising up from the shattered buildings. It looked like a vision of hell.

Farther to the west we saw flashes on the horizon. I judged them to be artillery shelling our troops as they tried to hold their positions. Oma looked at Margarite and pointed down. My aunt nodded and the two witches now dove down a thousand feet it seemed to the treetops, leveling out and swooping over the countryside as we sped along silently like a pair of fluttering bats. We crossed over a road and I looked down to see German soldiers and wagons hurrying to speed away from the fighting. It didn't look like a troop movement; it instead reminded me of a mob fleeing the scene of something terrible. Not wishing us to be seen, Oma and Tante Margarite climbed their brooms higher back up into the night sky until we were well above the retreating columns. We drew closer and closer to the artillery flashes we had seen before. As we looked down upon the German positions, we saw again and again the same thing; wrecked vehicles, smoke and fire, soldiers fighting, soldiers running and shooting, and soldiers fleeing the scene. The Americans were several hundred yards ahead of the German lines pouring a hail of tracer bullets into the hapless Wehrmacht positions. I realized we no longer had an army. We had a athletic club running team -nothing more! Each German below me sooner or later would either be killed, surrender, or would be running to save his neck!

We turned and flew north. Everywhere we flew along the line we saw the same thing; American troops advancing rapidly through the night pouring hellfire into our troops who eventually cut and ran. The end was coming soon. It would only be a few days I guessed.

As we turned back to the east I saw more cities burning and Flak guns tossing shells up into the night sky in an attempt to swat at the marauding Allied bombers. Tracer bullets careened through the sky as desperate ack-ack gunners tried in vain to stem the tide of aircraft pummeling the towns and cities. Oma shook her head and looked at Margarite.

"I have seen enough," she called, "let's go home daughter!" Margarite agreed and we turned south and east back to our mountains which loomed in the moonlight. Oma was silent for a while and then she turned her head back to me to say,

"It will be over soon Stephan. It will be alright. Come on, cheer up! Fuck me and give me some entertainment back there!" She wanted to take our minds off what we saw. I did as she instructed and fucked her asshole has we flew through the night sky and the sounds of war diminished behind us in the distance. My hands fingered and diddled her tits and clitty and my lips kissed her back while my cock pummeled and buggered her bowels the rest of the way home! As we were coming back to the barn hay mow she let me cum and I shot my load up into her bowels not three seconds before we touched down inside the doorway on the second floor. We hopped to one side and presently Margarite swooped in and landed next to us to set down safely.

Now the two witches said something to their brooms and I felt the hand release my cock inside my grandmothers ass. I slipped out of her rectum with a sloppy farting sound and then Oma stepped from her broom as the hand left her cunt with a slurping queefing sound. Tante Margarite did the same. Oma turned to me.

"You will be fine Stephan," she said putting her broom in the corner; the hand morphing back into a knotty nob of wood on the handle, "I will protect you!"

"And so will I!" Margarite added setting her broom down as well. The two women took me down out of the barn. I was a little giddy and shaky from my first flight but it WAS I had to admit and exciting experience! They took me to bed after Oma turned up the radio so we could hear some swing music. Oma and my Tante Margarite then had their way with me on the bed, fucking and sucking me (and each other) with the swing music urging us on until finally in exhaustion the three of us drifted off into blissful satisfied slumber.​