The ad said that this new and improved formulation was guaranteed. You couldn’t believe it, and even more than that, you couldn’t believe you were falling for it, spending $100 on a so-called “truth serum.”
The website–also dubious–said that the serum helped to “transport the taker” back to the time you wished to question them about, putting them in their past self, in a way. Perfect for you purposes: getting your mother to finally tell you about her past, and about your dad.
She’s been so closed-off about it, although you hounded her for years to tell you. She swore she knew who your father was, but that it was all part of her “past” and now that she’s found her Lord and Personal Savior, Jesus Christ, she doesn’t want to go down that road.
So you slip it into her water. You know she never finishes a full glass so you double-dose, although the label says that “excessive doses can result in regression,” whatever that means.
You quickly learn what that means: your mother has been entirely transported, regressed back to the time you were asking about–the time she was finally being honest about!! And god, what a fucking past it was! You had no idea your mother was such a wanton, insatiable cum slut. You had no idea she was so slutty, so willing to fuck anyone who so much as smiled at her. And yknow what? She actually thinks you’re pretty cute…and sort of familiar, too…
Tag: EROTIC MAGIC
Bettie Bond is a small-time content creator, making content about the paranormal mostly. Every year, she does something big for Halloween, a stream with some spooky theme.
This year? She’s going to conduct a seance to raise the spirit of a girl who supposedly haunts her apartment complex. Of course, she’s a huge skeptic, so she doesn’t mind doing it solo–despite the explicit rules of the Ouija board she’s got out for the stream.
It starts out corny and fun: everyone in the chat is pretty sure she’s faking it, moving the planchette herself. But then things start to get a little dirty: the ghost…demon…whatever it is!…keeps spelling out certain dirty phrases: cum in me, cum for me, jizz in me. What?! Bettie has always been firm about not doing adult stuff–no OF for her!–so watchers are a little puzzled as they watch her start to get nervous, trying to stop the seance but failing, and instead, starting to get even dirtier!
The site she streams on is strictly SFW but, seemingly against her will, she starts to strip! Some of her faithful watchers try to report it to the mods but they’re notoriously slow, and the watcher count just climbs and climbs as Bettie, back and forth between possession and her desperate, embarassed self, starts to use her seance candles in interesting ways! Dripping wax, sliding them inside herself…all while watchers speculate: is it real, is it fake? Does anyone even care, just jerk while you can, before it gets taken down!!
In moments of lucidity, Bettie begs for someone to get the stream taken down, for her faithful fans to forgive her for the lustful, filthy things she’s saying and doing. Begging for everyone to jerk to her, to cum to her, begging them all to “give her power” with their seed!!
Your mother has dressed as the same thing every year, for trick or treating: a witch! Its cutsy, fun, but this year she decides to spice things up, and goes into town to one of Salem’s many oddity shops, to find a new accoutrement. And find she does! An enchanted–no, cursed–necklace, harboring the spirit of a sex-crazed, taboo succubus hellbent on making the world her mother-son cum-filled playground!
Your friends have all been talking about this crazy concotion: Dumb Slut Juice. Its four parts of this, two parts of that…all combined to make any woman who takes it an insatiable slut, incapable of concealing their deepest, darkest desires. Of course, all your friends have used it…at home…first. So to speak. I mean, what hotblded American boy doesn’t love a MILF willing to finally tell the truth about how the feel regarding the virile young men in their lives?
A spell has been cast on Mother Vampire and in order for her to create a son, a perverted mini me to fulfil her most taboo sexual desires, she must have sex with her brother on Halloween!
Your friend’s mom asked you to come help her with some things around the house. When she asked if you wanted to try her cookies, you had no idea what they would do…to your body…oh god…
Your condition–MEP–means you have to stay home from school during particularly intense flare ups. I mean, how is anyone in class supposed to concentrate when your giant horse cock is testing the tensile strength of denim? Every girl in your grade would be degrading themselves just to get a chance to feel the fat flare of your cock against their hungry, horny pussies. There’s no point in even trying when you’re in the midst of severe symptoms.
You found the ad in the back of a comic book: Dr. Stupefy’s Magick Powder! Imbue it with any number of spells, and place on a special item worn near your target’s heart…then sit back and watch the magic work! It’s perfect. You’ve been looking at old photos of your mom, from before you were born, and you can’t help it…you just…well, you’ve been jerking off to them. She was so wild! So hot and free spirited. A far, far cry from the buttoned up religious freak she is now. You wish she’d just let go. Loosen up a bit. So. You get the powder. You wait for the right time–her birthday–and then you charge the powder with your spell, and sprinkle it on her gift: a necklace. A heart, with “mom” inside. You want this to work so bad, but if you’re being honest? It’s probably just a bunch of hocus pocus. When her birthday rolls around, you’re so eager to give her the gift, that little hope inside you waiting for the change as she thanks you, reads her card, smiles at you…puts the necklace on…and…gets a migraine. Well, that’s no good. Oh well. At least she liked the present! And you two will still have your normal birthday celebration: movie, pizza, couch snuggles. She’s just going to rest off the headache. But when she wakes up and comes out to the living room, she’s…well. It worked! She’s wearing super slutty clothes and…oh, my god, she’s not wearing panties! This is amazing! Only, she doesn’t want to stay in tonight. She’s going out with friends. Old friends. Oh, god, what did you bring out?? When she gets home, she wakes you up, crawling all over you, telling you she wants to show you something. What is it? Fifteen loads, plugged inside her pussy! You really did revert her to her old self: a total, complete, unrepentent slut! The things she says to you, you could never ever have imagined! She slides your cock inside her cum filled cunt, telling you all about the things she’s done, the cocks she fucked…all the guys in town can have her whenever they please. Even you…
OK, so maybe you shouldn’t have bought homemade “cock enhancement,” but the guys selling it are total geniuses, using CRISPR for super cutting-edge biohacking stuff, and they guaranteed that it’ll make your cock MONSTER!…and, well…yeah, it did. But like…*really* monster. Its big, that’s for sure–big, bulging, ridged, pink and purple, throbbing, and it cums buckets! You made sure of that, stroking it and cumming twice before you started to get worried it wouldn’t go back to normal. The instructions say you have to cum hard–like, best orgasm of your life hard–in order for it to return to normal size and shape. They also say it has to be done by another person’s “orifice,” but…the only person home is your mom…
Your mom is desperate to get some good rest. She’s always had issues with insomnia, but lately its been really bad. So you’re not too surprised when she turns to some social media promoted wellness cure. All this telemedicine stuff is getting pretty ubiquitous. You are kinda surprised and amused when she asks you to hang out with her the night she gets it in the mail. “There’s some stories out there,” she tells you, “about the side effects. I just want someone around to make sure I don’t somnambulate or somndriveacar!” you laugh, thinking it’ll be like old times: popcorn, movie, on the couch. But its nothing like when you were young. Once she conks out, less than an hour into a movie, you notice she’s squirming a lot. Actually, its not really squirming. She’s…touching herself? Oh my god! She’s humping the couch, and her face is…well…its right next to your cock. Your cock, that is unbelievably hard right now, with her hot breath against it. She’s moving her hands around you, trying to…holy fuck, she’s pulling your cock out! She must not be awake, you think, but then she starts to suck you. Her eyes are half-open, and her voice is deep, breathy. She tells you she’s been wanting this for years, that she’s been thinking about your cock since your freshman year…Jesus Christ, you should stop this but her mouth feels like heaven, and you really aren’t sure if she is…god, what does it matter? She keeps weaving in and out, coming to before falling off again, every time immediately starting to suck or…oh god, fuck…you don’t think you’re going to be able to hold off if she keeps saying all these things…about the side effects, about how she’d hoped for this…you’re going to cum inside her!