Incest/Taboo Alpine Hideaway Magic

For a moment despite recognizing who I saw, I simply could not believe the terrible condition they were in. Before me were my mother, my Tante Ilse, my older sister Gudrun and my cousin Bettina. All four appeared white as ghosts; quite feverish and sickly. A combination of bad weather, scarce food, and poor sanitation had taken a toll on the four women. My mother was the first to speak.

"We saw your note Hilde," she said in a delirious haze to my grandmother, "we made our way up the mountain, knowing you were all up here for a reason. We'd guessed it was becoming too dangerous to stay down ...there ...in the valley..."

My mother stopped speaking. She simply looked at our nudity and then directly at my grandmother. Realization broke through the fog of the fever. Her eyes went wide as she saw how my Oma Hilde had become somewhat... younger. She then glanced to my Tante Margarite, and saw how the lines on her face were gone... and how her hair appeared ten... maybe fifteen years younger and,

"HILDE! You didn't!"

"I most certainly DID," Grandmother replied as if she'd been caught stealing chickens but had a good reason for it, "we've had the German Army chasing us, the Gestapo kicking in our door, we've had American soldiers following us up the mountain and had to scare them off -why he even was called upon for the night of Walpurgis to help heal the land and..."

"YOU FUCKED YOUR OWN BLOOD?" my mother shrieked, "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR SENSES? HOW COULD YOU?"

"Greta," my grandmother said attempting to calm my mother down with her palms out before her as if trying to push away my mother's shock, "these were extenuating circumstances. We've been pushed to the extreme ever since Stephen arrived in that village down below this mountain."

Oma was lying... fibbing really. It was rationalization fit for endless sessions upon one of Freud's couches but she was in her element; justifying her actions. She then added,

"... couldn't be helped."

That would have been believable yet her face had the look of one who'd robbed the cradle ...and loved doing it. Tante Margarite had the very same illicit look about her. For her part, my mother wasn't convinced in the least and neither was my Tante Ilse, (although Ilse had slumped down in the breakfast nook next to my sister and cousin; all three of them looking as if they would pass out).

It all became a moot point as by now, my mother had slumped in the breakfast nook as well. She seemed unable to raise her head and soon lost consciousness completely. It was clear to my grandmother and Tante Margarite that something had to be done. Grandmother rushed to my mother's side and began to pull her to her feet, saying to me,

"Stephen, help your Tante Margarite and I to get these women to bed at once. They're gravely ill!"

Without a second thought we grabbed my mother, tossing both her arms over our shoulders before moving her upstairs to the beds. Between the three of us we then managed to do the same with Tante Margarite, my big sister Gudrun, and my cousin Bettina. All four women felt hot and were un-responsive.

"What are we going to do, Oma?" I asked.

My grandmother raised a hand as if flicking me away. She was deep in focused thought, attempting to analyze what had befallen the women of our family. Over the next few minutes she busied herself; looking into their eyes, smelling their breath, feeling their foreheads, and most importantly removing their damp clothes with our help.

The four women were now naked and unconscious beneath the bedclothes. My grandmother surveyed the scene and nodded to herself. Sure of her prognosis, she then turned to Tante Margarite.

"Put a pot to boil on the stove below in the kitchen, Margarite, then join me back up here. Stephen fetch my bag from downstairs and be fast. Oh and bring a spoon, and a jar of honey. This is a fever quite similar to the one you had when you arrived; similar yet not exactly the same. We are going to treat it in about the same way we did the sick women down in the village, a few days before, now both of you - away hurry!"

With that she went about the task of checking pulses and seeing to the four gravely ill women. Tante Margarite and I hurried downstairs, each with our tasks. My aunt was already lighting the stove with her magic and setting a pot of water to heat upon it. She then began pulling more of those dried mischievous mushrooms from the cupboard and unceremoniously began dropping them into the water by the fistful. It was going to be good strong batch she was making simply by the generous amount of "fuck fungi" alone! I found the doctors bag, along with the spoon and the honey jar before hurrying up the stairs.

Upon receiving the bag, Grandmother fished around inside until she located that bottle of bitter pills. Crushing one of the tablets into the spoon, she offered it to me. I knew what was to come next and made a face but took the crushed medicine. It was just as horribly bitter as I'd recalled but Oma quickly brought forth a spoonful of honey to help it go down. She then handed me her pipe which was already primed and lit, the unmistakable scent of bullweed filling the room.

"Puff on that Stephen!" Oma urged me as she motioned me over to my mother on the bed.

Two good huffs of the pipe and I felt the hot rush of my member coursing with blood; almost at once becoming a stiff snarling beast of an erection under the heady influence of crushed witch-medicine and bullweed. With a firm hand upon my bare buttocks, Oma guided me up next to my mother as she lay unresponsive; her head turned to one side upon a great pillow. My grandmother now had me straddle Mother's chest upon my knee's; my bare arse hovering above my mother's chest and my legs to either side of her shoulders. My throbbing cock loomed over her face at the ready; as if I were preparing to club her with it upon her forehead.

Oma knew what to do next. Kneeling down my grandmother brought the bullweed pipe to my mother's lips. She whispered in my Mother's ear,

"Greta, take this and inhale deeply. It will ease your suffering."

Without so much as a word, my mother cracked open her eyes and took the pipe in her lips for a good tug. She filled her lungs. Two jets of smoke blasted from her nostrils a few moments later and a great plume of smoke rose from the pillow.

Oma checked my mother's pupils. She nodded to herself. She then put the pipe in my mouth for another good puff as she pushed on my buttocks, the head of my cock moving closer to my mother's lips as she told mother,

"Now puff upon this Greta, you will feel better soon!"

Weakly my mother open her mouth and leaned her head ever so forward. She wasn't completely aware of what she was doing and my grandmother helped guide the back of her head with her palm. The time seemed to stand still for me. I'd had incestuous relations with my grandmother and Aunt, but here was something altogether different; MY MOTHER! Her mouth was open and moving just centimeters away from my cock and although it all happened in a couple of seconds for her to make contact, for me and my sense of anticipation for better or worse it felt like forever! Whatever reservations I might have had about it (as it really WAS the last frontier of taboo for me in my mind), they evaporated as her lips teeth and tongue made hot wet contact. A shudder of shameful electric pleasure ran up and down me from my schwanze, up my spine to my skull and back down to my cock tip; all while my mother commenced nursing vigorously at my organ!

"HAHHH!" I gasped.

Grandmother put a solitary finger to her lips, shushing me. I stifled my excitement and that wet mouth of the woman who'd given birth to me just eighteen years before sucked my schwanze in her state of partial delirium. OH WHAT A TALENTED MOUTH! Mother's lips, tongue and teeth provided just the right pace and pressure to my member (and that is not to mention the exquisite moisture and warmth). It was only a matter of a few minutes before I felt a wonderful churning in my cock.

"AAAGGGHH MUTTI!" I cried out, filling the mouth of my very own parent with the salty warm gift of my essence. Somewhere outside the house thunder rumbled between the mountain peaks.

My mother swallowed her mouthful of warm goo and then held my slackening cock between her lips. Her eyes presently opened wide. Looking up into my face, she realized what she'd done but just as suddenly she began to suckle and pull at my penis with those lips of hers; as if the seed she'd just now swallowed had been the finest delicacy ever and she needed more at all cost! The magic of the bullweed combined with my sperm (enhanced by the crushed tablets), had all worked in harmony to achieve the desired effect.

Now Mother fiendishly gorged herself upon my cock. After only half a minute's time it rose to the occasion. My mother now had a freshly stiffened throbber between her lips.

My grandmother looked on and nodded her head approvingly, noticing with satisfaction the change in my mother's appetite. It had however, only partially been the bullweed and my semen apparently, (for I could see her lips quietly reciting an archaic spell in the old language). As testament to the power of her magic, Grandmother's tattoos all displayed wanton cartoons of women in forbidden acts with young men. In one scene running along her arse, a farmer's wife waived good-bye to her husband as he left for the fields, only for her to turn around in her kitchen and grab a young man who I judged to be her son by his trousers; yanking them down to expose a jutting erect cock that she commenced to slurp greedily. In another scene a woman and a young man pulled weeds in a garden until they realized they were not being watched and stepped from their clothes to immediately commence fucking with the woman on all fours like a pair of dogs. In still yet another scene across her back, a woman arose from her bed to lite a candle before creeping down a hallway to a young man's room where she and the youth then had an illicit rendezvous. Countless other lewd lurid scenes played out with shamelessly naked women seducing young men in their households; each scene seeming to be more wonderfully perverse than the last!

"That's it Greta," Grandmother murmured, "your son's seed is that of a healing wizard. Take of him freely and heal yourself!"

Grandmother's hand found my balls and she tapped them; saying a few magical phrases. My cock obediently sprang back to full coursing life in my mother's mouth. I was ready to go again.

At about that same time my Tante Margarite joined us with a cupful of the brown mushroom slop she'd been boiling up downstairs, (having used a bit of magic to speed the process along). Using the spoon I'd brought upstairs, my aunt scraped some of my sweat from my forehead, arm pits, and scrotum; mixing my essence into the steaming cup vigorously. She sniffed the concoction and absentmindedly her own hand found her crotch. She began playing with herself.

"A good strong batch I think," my Aunt moaned, her tattoo's all ablaze with scenes of women pleasuring themselves.

"We are giving it out of order, yes," Oma observed, "but this illness is different Stephen. It was best that you'd gotten your semen into your mother quickly as she concerned me the most of the four women. We'll give her a cupful of the potion and then you can continue your healing work on her with that cock of yours,"

Oma then surveyed the other three unconscious women. She turned to Tante Margarite saying,

"Daughter, you will need to get more cupfuls into those remaining three. Stephen can follow up with that seed of his in due course,"

Taking the cup from my aunt, Oma now pulled my cock from my mother's lips. She then brought the teacup to Mutti's mouth, bidding her to drink. Mother did as told although making faces the whole time as she consumed the mushroom-medicine sludge-broth. When Mother had finished her cupful Oma placed my cock once again to her lips.

A second later and a wild-eyed lustful twinkle flashed in my mother's eyes and she ravenously sucked at my schwanze, (like a woman possessed). I wanted to so very much to spend again; right then and there, (but this time Oma held my seed from spouting with that strong mind of hers). She turned to my slightly dazed Aunt Margarite; still idly standing and masturbating while she viewed the spectacle.

"Girl enough of that, there will be plenty of time to sooth the effects of what you've sniffed - now get me three more cups and fill that enema bag with the three nozzles!"

Snapping out of her daze, Margarite realized what she needed to do. Slightly embarrassed at having been caught off guard by her whiff she quickly retired downstairs; her tattoos showing nude women still self-abusing and masturbating furiously. Oma now turned to me saying,

"Now get that cock down between her legs Stephan. You're going to fuck your mother good and hard!"

The slide down my mother's belly had my cock raging with anticipation. It was true I'd harbored feelings for this woman who'd given birth to me, who'd brought me into this world to nurse me and nurture me. Now, all these years later, fate would have me do something about it all!

Upon moving down her body and nestling myself between Mother's thighs I surveyed her features and her lovely body. She wore no makeup, had short hair and the same high cheekbones, blue eyes, and slender nose. Her body was lean, partially because of her illness but also from a lifetime of hard work. Although showing the age of a woman in her early fifties, she still possessed the curves that would make a man desire her, (but on a strong frame that told the world she was of sturdy stuff). Atop her chest her goblet-sized bosoms begged to be fondled and sucked, nipples jutting like swollen red cherries. Suffice to say, despite her fever and a few wrinkles that only added to her charm, she was indeed beautiful!

I felt guilt in pit of my stomach and a burning throb in my cock. I think all men at one time or another have fantasized about what I was about to do; this Oedipal abomination that at the same time was so wonderfully desirable. Given my recent history with my grandmother and aunt, I should have pushed on ahead without so much as a second thought but my lust and my guilt were raging back and forth like two great armies. This was the last threshold; the last frontier, (possibly with the exception of my sister lying in a cold sweat just a short distance away in that oversized bed).

In the back of my mind I was both burning with lust and stifled by hesitation. My mother had merely sucked my cock up to this time, but if I lay with her now (in the fashion of a man and wife), then the gaits of wanton depravity would be full open. It was then that my mother made the decision for the both us.

She seized up my cock in her hand, her eyes showing a lust-crazed aspect to them. She was like a woman mad with both fever and sexual hunger; no matter that she'd condemned my grandmother just a few minutes before for what she'd done with me. Now it was as if my mother had become a bitch in heat; incapable of denying herself the act of sex, (even if it was with her own son)!

She hammered the bell of my cockhead upon the stubby pink button of her clitoris again and again; a rude ear to ear smile stretching below her flaring nostrils and madly wild eyes. She'd simply not be denied this cock throbbing hotly in her hands; OH NO DEFINITELY NOT! Faster and faster she drummed my member against her pulsing bean, (as though tapping out a military tattoo while on parade). The whole time she wore an expression of fiendish sexual hunger and depravity.

At last she notched the head of my now snarling dong to the mouth of her sex hole. I felt my grandmother push my buttocks from behind. I was in!

"AGGGHHHH!" my mother called to ceiling; now with legs raised high and sharply bent at the knees to allow even deeper penetration until I was in straight up to my balls!

"That's it Stephen! Ride her masterfully!" my grandmother hissed in my ear (she having now seen fit lie atop of me), grinding her own cunt against the base of my spine like a lewd snail.

I began to row hips into the woman whose lips had called me son, (although at that very moment that same mouth was a torrent of profanity and exquisite depravity instead). She was a sex-crazed fiend now; humping hips up against me and matching me thrust-for-thrust as she pulled my face in for a greedy kiss. That mouth of hers took on a life of its own in what became a fair trade of vile penetration; her tongue seeming to push to the back of my throat while the head of my cock plunged to the farthest depths of her hot womb with each lunge. I'd never kissed my mother in such a way, and now all these years later can barely imagine her kissing me any other fashion!

Atop me, Grandmother rode my back like a depraved naked Valkyrie. I felt her cunt squishing warmly up and down my spine. Apparenly she too had succumbed to the sights, smells, and spectacle, (not that I was surprised by any of it as she was just being my same wonderfully depraved old grandmother reveling in all her nasty hedonism)! Leaning forward, she urged more rudeness in my ear telling me,

"Very good Stephan! Ride her like a wild beast! I won't let you cum just yet. I want to hold your hot seed up in those balls until just the right moment - so rutt and hump and fuck as hard as you please! You won't accidently spill - I'll see to it! Do as you wish, and do whatever your mother desires, as well!"

Mother pulled her lips away from mine, gasping with eyes wild with sex. She nodded in agreement with Grandmother saying,

"Oh yes Stephen! USE ME! Make me your lover, make me your sex goddess - make me your whore!"

So excited was she that her bowels let go with a loud snorting fart! Inspired by the sound my hand fiddled around underneath to my mother's backside. My fingers found the perfectly puckered rim of her anus and began to tickle and poke at her lovely foul nether-hole.

"Oh JA STEPHEN!" Mother gasped, "no one has done THAT since your father! Oh I so want something big and stiff and manly back there! I'm going to let you take me in there as well!"

"You see, Stephen," my grandmother whispered in my ear mischievously, "she's keen to have you everywhere in her body. Both your seed and the mushrooms are doing such lovely dirty work together ...but then what would I expect from a healing wizard such as you?"

"So he really does have power?" my mother breathlessly asked, wide eyed with a mixture of lust and awe at what she'd given birth to. At that realization, she shifted her ass with one leg raised higher still (and now crooked over my backside in an attempt to pull me yet deeper still inside her if such a thing were possible).

"He does indeed," my grandmother confirmed while dismounting my back to lie beside my mother and myself. Grandmother recounted the entire tale even since I'd deserted the Army while my mother and I rutted and fucked. It was a long telling, (and quite a long fuck for that matter).

In that time as the story was told, my Tante Margarite returned three times with the tea-cup and the spoon to scrap sweat from my body giving a cupful of mushroom slurry to my Tante Ilse, my sister Gudrun and my cousin Bettina. Tante Margarite then hopped her naked ass into the bed with the three women, rubbing upon their bodies in an attempt to warm them until I was available to service each in turn.

By the time Oma finished the story, Mother was very much on the edge of a crescendo. Come to think of it, I was ready to climax as well, but with my grandmother's mind holding my seed tightly; I was like a massive river stopped up behind a great dam. No matter how hard the pressure, she held my balls shut tightly. Now however, as my mother was on the verge of release - my grandmother watched Mother's eyes intently.

When she saw just how very near my mother was, Oma smiled and snapped her fingers. That was all it took. My mother, delirious with both the sickness and the magic fueling her lust suddenly stared off blankly into forever. Her chin quivered. From someplace deep inside her lungs came forth a great,

"OHHHH AGGGGHHHH!!!"

Oma seeing I was desperate to cum in kind, looked into my eyes and snapped her fingers again; releasing me. Suddenly the dam was no more. My hips fucked furiously into my mother as I snarled,

"Haarrrgghhhhh!!! Oh Mutti! It feels too good! I am going to - AAAGGGHHHH!"

There was a great hot rush of seed from my balls. I spouted hard again and again, deep inside Mother's cunt; plastering her insides with warmth and salty goo. An immense crash of thunder echoed through the mountains, still louder than before and I could smell sulfur in the room as if someone had struck a match. I felt right there and then drifting off to sleep however this was not to be.

"There you go Greta," Oma cried happily, "his seed's up your cunt. You've felt the splash of your son all the way to the back of your womb... now lets flip you over and he can have your ass. You'll probably feel him splash against your back teeth when he's finished back there!"

I dismounted Mother, my cock glistening with mix of her juices and my own essence. Beneath her ass lay a telltale damp spot on the mattress. Before we'd be done there'd be many more damp spots that day! Slowly and feebly my mother flipped herself over, assisted gently by my grandmother.

Oma knelt down and spread my mother's ass crack wide; running her tongue round and round in the little pink aperture of Mutti's anus while my parent groaned slightly into the pillow in front of her. Oma ignored her groans and moans and lapped away at my mother's rudest of openings; getting a generous coat of slobber upon Mother's anal crater. Once she was satisfied my mother was sufficiently slicked up, she motioned me close. Grandmother began to suck upon me - sucking and sucking and tapping my balls with her fingers; performing a magical spell with her mind. Within just a few seconds I was once again hard as an oak branch and ready to go. Hocking a generous blob of spittle onto my already slopped up cock she said,

"There Stephen, take your mother's ass like its a snug cunt and give her guts a good re-arranging! I am going to oversee things seated upon that pillow at the head of the bed!"

Grandmother repositioned so as to sit with her body bent slightly, resting upon the pillow; her back against the headboard, her legs parted with knees bent, and her cunt smack up against my mother's chin and lips. Mother in her sex-crazed haze immediately commenced to feed upon the old woman's sex-blossom. Grandmother smiled as the delightful sensation of Mother's snout and lips rooted around in her sex truffle. As this lurid performance unfolded, I brought the mushroom head of my shwanze to my mother's rectum; a lovely pink crater nestled between the split halves of her marvelously ripe peachy bottom.

My cock-tip touched the rim ever so delicately. I felt the heady warmth of my mother's core, (noting in my head the tautness of her rear-entrance). I then notched myself against the crater like one might a pool cue against a bit of chalk; rooting my rude implement about in a circular motion and thus making Mother wiggle and squeal happily in surprise. It was now all up to me to find access to her naughty pink shutter (and I judged both its closure and tightness to be a temporary thing indeed). Seizing up both her hips, I pulled the upside-down valentine of her ass slowly but deliberately against my persistent cock until... ENTRY!

"AAAGGGH ... HOOH!" my mother exclaimed, her head rising from my grandmother's snatch before being pushed back down by the older woman so as to finish her meal!

I was in... in deeply into my mother's entrails in fact, and loving evert bit of the sweet hot grip of her rectum. I pushed on a piece further, gaining ground bit-by-bit until my long veiny pole was in all the way; both my balls now resting against the steamy hot-swamp of Mother's sex.

Pausing, I allowed her guts to adjust themselves. After the space of a few seconds my grandmother nodded to me reassuringly. I returned her nod and commenced with the wonderfully forbidden act of fucking my mother in her asshole.

For her part my mother took it quite naturally as if I'd been wedged up her cunt. I mean, she'd already alluded with words my father had previously stretched her bottom-hole, but it was only sometime later when fully fit she related to me of how as a young woman, she'd taken both my father and several other young men from the village up her lovely arsehole on several occasions. She'd even developed quite a liking to it and actually craved it above all else now and again. She later joked that she must have been blessed with a second clitoris somewhere well up in her guts, the way she enjoyed the act of being buggered so very VERY much, and I can tell you as one having fucked her ass many occasions since then; I suspect Mother was only half-joking at the time!

What I mean is she simply loved the stretch of a cock "back there." She hungered for it, (considering it an indispensable part of her sexual diet), and now despite a burning fever pushing beads of sweat down her face and making her entire body a hot fleshy mess, she was most content with me deep inside her bowels, happy even! She greedily munched at my grandmother's quim and wriggled her heart-shaped arse; seeming to relish each and every thrust of my pulsing shaft up her nether-chute.

I myself became a perfectly hedonistic fiend with the whole activity; running my hands up and down my mother's shoulders and back, kissing here and there along her spine, really wherever my mouth could reach. It was as if I could not decide whether to fuck her or devour her, so in the heat of my passion I tried to both at once! The whole time my grandmother enjoyed herself supremely with both eyes shut; mouth agape and tongue lolling out over her lips in a display of wanton hedonism. As if signaling her rapture, her raised legs shook slightly at each shamefully delightful sensation provided by Mutti's deft tongue.

Off to one side in the great bed Tante Margarite (who'd been occupied with the task of rubbing the bodies of the three other feverish women beneath the blankets), now paused and admired the spectacle presented by Oma, Mutti, and myself. Whether it was the mushrooms mixed with my essence she'd inhaled or merely the fact she's always been a lovely lecherous old sow I can't quite say, but I can testify she became quite "inspired." She began rubbing on each of the three semi conscious women in a manner that became less therapeutic and more sexual with each passing second; grinding hips and lips upon them as well as rubbing vigorously with her hands.

I now moved myself up from my knees to assume a sort of squatting position with my feet flat upon the mattress, (so as I could thrust in more of a downward direction into my mother's bowels). Mother (no novice at this sort of thing), reacted in kind; putting her head and shoulders low while jutting her arse quite high; thus making an offering of her lovely bottom to me. I now onto at her hips, noting we were now in a far better position for this activity as I began to saw savagely down into my mother's guts with relish and fervor; up and down, up and down! I had the perfect inspiration - both from the sight of my schwanze disappearing down into Mutti's dung-chute and from that of her head bobbing and thrashing upon Grandmother's quim; the whole time the older woman being all gasps and running fingers through my mother's sweat soaked hair.

My grandmother now opened her eyes, which darted about the room all wild with lust and selfish joy, her tattoos showing threesome trysts of every description. There were young men like myself engaging with two women in various rude acts, there were women with a pair of men, each cock-skewering the ladies at both ends. In fact, every conceivable three-way perversion seemed to dance and frolic about upon my grandmother's form as she cried out,

"Oh Ja my good little Stephen! You see how very much your mother loves this? She was always a randy whore when I knew her in her youth! Nothing has changed and I imagine both that arse and cunt of hers are sweet as honey to you! Oh and Greta, now can you not see how your son has turned into such a magnificent young man, the way he tosses your guts like the sea in a great storm? He is going to splash your insides soon and you'll be once step closer to ridding yourself of this fever. Once his seed's in all three of your holes, all you'll need is a good solid cleaning out of your insides to make your recovery all complete! "

Grandmother kept on going, humping away at my mother's face like a dog in heat; all while spewing lewd encouragements. Mother in turn mewled and moaned in agreement, as she was swept up in this copulation like a leaf in a whirlwind; her mind half blazing with fever and half crazed lust. She raised her head from Oma's quim, proceeding into her own lewd rant as she screeched,

"Oh JA STEPHEN! Your Grossmutter is sooooo correct! I've suppressed things too long; my love of forbidden things... magic... sex... pleasure....even my thoughts for you! Well, my temptations for you anyhow - I hid them in the back of my mind, never saying anything to a soul!"

"Ja Mutti?" I gasped incredulous, but not enough to rest from my plunging of her hot rose-hole!

"Its true, Stephen," Grandmother cut in, "the fever, the medicine, your seed already inside her; all of it is working on her mind now. She cannot lie, her thoughts and words are one... its like a shot of truth serum!'

"Ja," mother interrupted over her shoulder to me as she looked as if she had the juiciest gossip to spill, "it is all true! I have had.. thoughts... base thoughts, vile thoughts... WICKED THOUGHTS!"

"Go on," I replied, driving my hips against her shamelessly upturned rump.

"One night," she explained, "shortly after your eighteenth birthday.. I saw you leave the bath. You looked handsome, like your father. I watched you slip on a robe and move down the hall to your bed. I pretended to place towels in the hall closet but as soon as you entered your room I moved down the hall behind your shut door. That old door to your room with no key hole... just a small hole where the lock had been - you remember? I knelt by the door and spied through that hole, watching you. I watched you lie upon your bed, (saw you take your cock in your hand too). I watched as you abused yourself and pulled at that stiff thing between your legs until you'd spent everything inside you!"

In spite of what we were doing that moment, I became embarrassed but only for the flimsiest of seconds. I'd been caught in the act of masturbation and would have been horrified had I known it at the time, but now... with the knowledge my mother had enjoyed the display, I drove my hips deeper into her dung pipe; savoring every sweet filthy thrust. We'd had a bond that I hadn't even known about and now that I was truly aware, the sex felt even more deliciously forbidden and scorching. I never wanted it to end! My mother continued her tale adding,

"I headed down the hall silently to my own room. Your Tante Ilse was asleep on her side of the bed. I climbed beneath the sheets, touching myself... again and again, over and over harder and rougher with each caress. First I thought of your departed father, but very soon I thought of you. I thought WICKED TERRIBLE THINGS... and quietly I came; came so very nicely!"

"She's been denying her true magical nature, her true sexual nature all these years Stephen," Grandmother interrupted, "she has had the gift, not as strong as your father or as strong as you certainly, but its quite there. I imagine there is a considerable amount in her, in your Tante Ilse, and in that pair of girls now feeling the lewd touches of your Tante Margarite beneath the bedcovers!"

"IT ALL NEEDS MERELY TO BE TAPPED!" Margarite interrupted from her vantage point between the two feverish girls; her arms moving about in an unseen but clearly sexual activity beneath the bedclothes.

"Yes," Grandmother agreed, pushing my mother's face back to her quim, "merely to be tapped. Well now Stephen, are you ready to spout in your mother's innards?"

Once again, she'd been holding my seed a good long time with her mind, building sexual tension in my mother and allowing the medicine in Mutti's body to mingle with cum I'd already sprayed inside her. I was not at all certain how long we'd been at this. I was myself a swamp of perspiration and sex stink. The air reeked now of anal fucking and matches, (and would only get thicker with that fragrance).

"Fuck her faster Stephen!" Oma bid me, "Harder! Gallop at those guts! Hammer her insides! Split her bowels!"

Faster and faster I rowed. Oma began thrusting hips hard against my mother's face. Mother's hand had passed down between her legs and now her fingers danced in a whirring blur upon her own sex. Grandmother sensed the time was right.

"NOW!" exclaimed my grandmother as she snapped her fingers.

"AAAAGGHHHHH OH YES STEPHEN!" my mother wailed before Oma pushed her face back down.

I felt a great shaking and trembling run through Mother's body as a crescendo blew outwards from her core, her hot dew trickling down our legs and staining the mattress. Grandmother herself was in the throes of a great climax and her quim gushed against Mother's lips as I felt an all too familiar rumble deep in my balls. My grandmother had released me, just in time for me to...

"AAAGGGH .....ARRRRGGGHH, OH I AM CUMMING!" I snarled as hot jets of seed splashed my mother's insides in a thick salty coating.

A great clap of thunder seemed to rip the mountain apart as lightning flashed at the window. The whole house shook and outside at the barn we heard the terrified cries of the animals, (who hadn't a clue what was going on, except that it seemed the heavens had most likely split open)! Back in the bedroom the scent of rotten eggs and well-fucked ass wafted about in the air like a dense fog. Magic hung in the air as well... healing magic in fact; being generated by grandmother, my Aunt Margarite fondling and kissing the three women under her charge, and lastly by my cock dribbling the last dregs of seed into my mother's upturned arse!

"Stephen," Oma said recovering first, "there is no time. We need you start with the next in line. Greta, you lie flat and rest. We'll see to you in a bit!"

My mother spoke not a word but flopped over on her side. She lay before us in well-fucked nakedness, unconscious but seemingly through the worst of it. Clearly visible was her well-fucked anus, my seed cascading from the now gaping hole in a great salty trickle. I'd a great sense of perverted satisfaction at what I saw, (knowing I'd been the one who'd done the doing)! Oma now moved over to my side and surveyed the other sick women.

"I think your Tante Ilse should be next from what I see. She's the most serious of the three remaining."

Without a word I moved to Ilse and pulled the covers back. There before me was my Aunt Ilse, naked and shivering upon the bed. I surveyed her body, taking it all in.

She had high cheekbones like my mother and the same blonde hair and slender build, but unlike Mother who kept her hair short, Tante Ilse's blonde locks were shoulder length. Both women had the same slender bodies, small perky breasts and cherry-stone nipples. I liked what I saw. Grandmother slapped my arse and began to recite a quick erection spell but there was no need - as my cock (still under the effect of the bullweed and the sight of my Tante Ilse), rose quickly to the occasion!

I brought my cock to her lips and Ilse (very much under the spell of the mushroom sludge), merely opened her maw and began to suckle. I filled my hands with her blonde mane and fucked her skull with devilish delight while my Grandmother went to work with her tongue upon my Tante Ilse's breasts, belly, and cunt. Ilse was an eager patient and it was not long before she fellated me to a steaming hot orgasm; greedily gulping down every last hot salty droplet of my discharge while I snarled with joy at what her mouth could do to me!

As the aftertaste hit her, those piercing blue eyes of hers opened wide in surprise. My semen now combined with the mushroom slop inside her gullet instantly turned her into a ravenous succubus of a woman, intent on nothing but physical pleasure! Oh she sucked and tugged with those lips of hers at my slackening member for several minutes until my blood flowed again through my organ and the delightful stiffness returned. As I pulled a now positively rigid erection from Ilse's lips to reposition down between her legs, I heard my grandmother comment with a note of admiration concerning the springy hardness of my penis,

"Good, didn't need a spell this time. Your Tante Ilse could always suck a cock into something stiff as a starched collar! Fine work Ilse!"

Tante Ilse paid Grandmother no mind. Instead with a face crazed with lustful desire, she grabbed my throbbing member and spreading her legs wide, guided the tip of my penis to her quim-hole; pulling on my buttocks hard in an effort to shove me all the way up into her womb! Now in with my cock in up to the balls, I delighted in both her cunt's warm embrace (not to mention the gasp rising from her lungs as though I'd stabbed her with a spear in her guts), her expression becoming a mask of wanton pleasure and desire.

I set about rowing at my aunt, fucking her in the manner of some wild beast taking a mate as she cursed and howled; urging me on with a mouth full of foul oaths and rude direction. In-and-out, in-and-out my cock plunged; punishing that cunt in a ferociously good fuck! Oh Aunt Ilse simply loved it... every smashing stroke, (and she pulled my mouth right to hers to make her approval plain as day)! It a torrid tongue raping she gave me; grinding her mouth on mine for several wet movie-style-smooching seconds until she pulled back to cry out aloud,

"Oh Ja Stephan! Just like that you wonderful rotten bastard! I've noticed you so many times and entertained the foulest of thoughts about you but now I can finally do something about it!"

I heard a loud cackle from my grandmother behind me. Half turning myself back to her I saw she was all nodding grins as she observed,

"You see? Just like truth serum, boy. She'd probably never have told you had these events worked out like this!"

She put a hand upon my arse, bidding me to continue fucking my aunt. I complied - no protest from me in fact, oh no! Ilse's cunt was pure joy and despite her fever and several days dirt from walking her body smelt of faintly of sweet feminine indescribable things.. like honey mixed with cream mixed with the contents of a spice rack; indescribable and yet recognizable at the same time. I buried my snout into her neck and munched and kissed while she laughed and moaned and happily cursed in a fit of incestuous pleasure!

We fucked faster and faster. Over the minutes I could tell that behind me Grandmother was focused on keeping me from spending; waiting until just the right moment. When my aunt came it was a furious screeching wail that sprang forth from her lungs, her cunt splashing great torrents down my shaft and balls. Grandmother sensing things were ready simply snapped her fingers and I felt the joyous shudder as my cock blasted a hot plaster up my Tante Ilse's still shuddering womb!

Thunder rumbled outside as I collapsed atop my aunt, who breathlessly pulled me in for more kisses. Our forbidden lip locking was lovely but brief as I soon felt a finger tapping me upon my shoulder.

"Time for her arsehole Stephen," my grandmother directed, "you'll need to seed her backdoor and then get on with fucking your sister and cousin!"

I nodded and rising from my aunt, felt my grandmothers hand upon my balls as she quickly recited a spell. Within seconds my stiff phallus was restored and my grandmother instructed my Aunt Ilse to spin herself about and prepare for a good therapeutic buggering.

Quickly complying, my aunt was in short order before me with her lovely arse pointed high. She pulled her rump apart with both hands while keeping her shoulders low upon the mattress and her head turned to one side on the pillow. I adopted my flat footed crouch and guided my rigid throbber down into her upturned rectum.

The warm squeeze of her bottom-hole was just as lovely as my mothers had been. My Tante Ilse grunted and squealed with a bit of pain but I could see from her face this was nothing new for her; in fact the way her mouth morphed into a fiendishly happy smile. I could tell that just like my mother, buggery was one of Ilse's favorite bedroom games!

I began to plunge and fuck whilst Oma reached between our legs to fiddle my aunt's quim from low and behind. Using her wonderfully wicked mind, my grandmother once more kept me from splashing my seed until sufficient time had passed. Knowing I could rut as hard as I pleased without spending I savored that lovely anus of my auntie, a very lovely bugger-hole as bugger hole's go. I fucked and thrashed an enjoyed myself supremely in her turd chute; all whilst my aunt howled and swore with a mad expression of reckless abandon and forbidden pleasure etched across her face! Upon realizing my aunt was very much "ready" Oma merely snapped her fingers.

"HAAAAHHHHH! OOOOHH!" gasped as hot brine flowed from her cunt freely and down both our legs, Ilse's entire body wracked in a joyous sex-quake. A split-second later and I felt the lovely shudder of my own spouting as now both of us were caught up in a shared happy release. I snarled and shook my head triumphantly, sending generous geysers of piping hot man-curds up my aunt's foul nasty tail-pipe!

"Alright Stephan," Oma addressed me, "up off your aunt and on to the next one. I think your cousin Bettina is the most critical of the two, your sister Gudrun can wait."

I pulled out of Aunt Ilse's arse-hole and moved to Cousin Bettina. I shot a glance back at my Aunt who was already asleep and blissfully unconscious. Just as before, the tell-tale signs of my fucking and buggery flowing like melted sugar from her cunt and rectum; making her resemble a fleshy glazed strudel. In fact, I can still remember it plain as day. I smiled at my handi-work until nudged by my grandmother who corrected me with,

"Pay attention lover, you still have work to do!"

With that she knelt before me and commenced to suck upon my cock, fragrant from the nastiness of my aunt's backside. She nursed at my member for several seconds before snapped her fingers. My cock filled with blood and was ready. Spitting out my fully restored member from her mouth, my grandmother wiped a trail of saliva that had run from her lip to my cocktip as she exclaimed wetly,

"Just as before... take that lovely schwanze and bring it to Bettina's lips, boy; she's all primed with mushroom slop and she'll be quite agreeable, I should think!"

Grandmother was right. My cousin Bettina, there all nubile and naked with her golden blonde pigtails and smallish upturned breasts looked so demure and innocent, but that was all an illusion. With my cock at her lips my nineteen year old cousin began to suck ravenously. I felt a hot rush of happy lust run up and down me like a wave and joyously thrust my hips against her face whilst gently gripping her by those pigtails. It was only a few minutes before I blasted my seed down her throat to the pleasing sounds of her greedy gulping. Why - I'd never seen my cousin with such a gluttonous appetite!

If she was self-indulgent with my cock spouting down her throat, that was nothing compared to when my cock was once again restored and wedged deep up her cunt, madly sawing back and forth. She was absolutely beastly and wanton the way she wrapped her naked thighs about me; humping back against my downward strokes for all she was worth. The whole time and just like her mother, she cursed and swore; shaking the rafters with oaths and filthy rants. For my part it was all I could do just to hang onto this blonde-haired blue eyed sex-demon of a cousin! I wrapped my hands about in her pigtails just to be sure she'd not throw me off from the ferocious bucking from those remarkably powerful hips of hers!

"OH JA STEPHEN THAT IS IT PULL MY FUCKING HAIR JUST LIKE THAT!" Bettina screamed, her face raging with lust.

I cast a sideways glance and could see my grandmother had roused both Mother and Tante Ilse from their sleep. She set about moving the two afflicted women together, helping my mother atop my aunt. Apparently Oma had figured the perfect way to keep those two warm... by piling my mother and aunt atop one another, crotches to faces and letting the power of my sperm and the mushrooms do the rest. They didn't need much prodding either!

There they were, my mother and Tante Ilse locked in a Sapphic lick fest; their heads bobbing between one another's thighs. Both were intent on gobbling as much of my seed as possible from whatever pink leaking hole presented itself. My grandmother, always a delightfully bad influence could not help but join in. She set upon them both licking here and groping there until both my aunt and mother had brought one another off in a loud and lovely lesbian crescendo!

It was about this time I found my attention redirected back to my cousin. She was desperately panting and heaving her hips at a frantic pace against me; her fingers pulling at her nipples and twisting them as if she'd a mind to pull them off! Sensing her closeness to release, I quickened my pace as her juices flowed freely from her cunt down my shaft and balls. In but half a minutes more time, she was wailing and quaking with delicious agony as her quim-quake seemed approach and approach and approach. The problem for was it seemed it would never quite "get there." It was like standing on a train platform and feeling the locomotives approach, yet the train was still nowhere in sight.

Grandmother seeing our predicament, rose from the fleshy lesbian knot of my aunt and mother. She realized that during all the Sapphic excitement and entanglements she'd been not only delaying MY cumming, she'd been doing the same with my cousin and completely forgotten things. She snapped her fingers and both Bettina and I bawled with joy; my cousin happily shuddering and splashing my cock and balls, while I sent hot jets of steaming penile porridge into the furthest depths of her womb!

It was pure delight, but nothing compared to the sweet stinky squeeze of Bettina's sphincter upon my shaft once my erection was fully restored. Her rectum was so wonderfully tight and her naughty heart-shaped arse was simply MADE for buggering! I rode her masterfully, pulling on her hair and playfully choking her now and again as she pleaded with me to do more of the same!

So it was rough she wanted? Well I could play rough! In between my chokes and hair tugs I spanked the arse I was plowing... making Bettina shriek and scream for more... and HARDER!

I shot a glance to my grandmother... who was now leaning back at the head of the bed. Down between her legs was my mother, lapping Grandmother's cunt like a cat face down in a bowl of cream. Behind Mother, my Tante Ilse knelt with her face between Mutti's arse cheek's licking every last drop of my seed from my mother's arsehole. At some point, they swapped out, with my aunt's face down in Grandmother's pink quim while Mutti licked and slurped my seed from Tante Ilse's well-fucked anus.

By now, me and my dirty wanton slut of a cousin had brought one-another yet again to the very brink of climax. Grandmother upon hearing our cries opened her eyes and noticing our closeness, snapped her fingers. A great crash of thunder rocked the house upon its foundation and Bettina and I cried out in blissful agony, she drenching our legs in a tumultuous orgasm and me, blasting her guts with copious quantities of piping-hot ball curds. We fell forward happily!​