Bewitched

(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

One of the advantages of going to the local community college instead of a bigger, much more expensive college was that not only did Vincent Stevens save a ton of money by being able to live at home instead of in a dorm, he was also able to continue to enjoy some of the things he did when he was growing up – like attending the parties his parents always threw for just about every holiday there was.  Both of his parents absolutely loved throwing parties and used the holidays as an excuse, and if Vincent remembered the story correctly that was how they met – at a party they both attended while in college. 

The other part of the story was that Vincent was actually conceived during one of their Valentine’s Day parties when his parents snuck away from their duties as host and hostess to enjoy a ‘quickie’ on the desk in his father’s home office.  Nine months later Vincent was born, and as luck would have it he was born on Hallowe’en with his mom actually going into labor during their annual Hallowe’en party.  She was only in labor for two hours, and at the stroke of ten PM Vincent came into the world.  It was his mom’s idea to name him ‘Vincent,’ naming him after one of the greatest horror movie actors of all time and her personal favorite, Vincent Price.  (His father wanted to name him ‘Bela’ after Bela Lugosi, his personal favorite, but thankfully his mom talked him out of it.) Hallowe’en had always been his parents’ favorite holiday of them all, and his being born on that day only made it moreso. 

Most of the parties his parents threw weren’t costume parties, but just by the nature of the holiday the annual Hallowe’en party was.  After all, it wasn’t really a Hallowe’en party unless people were in costume, right?  His parents always went whole-hog with the costumes as did most of their guests, and when Vincent discovered that their Hallowe’en parties were a lot more fun than the ones his friends threw, he started staying home and enjoying the party there instead of going out.  That meant he had to get creative with his costumes, and so far he’d been pretty successful, sometimes matching the theme that his parents chose.  For example, last year his dad dressed up as Cardinal Richelieu from the novel “The Three Musketeers” while his mom dressed up as Milady de Winter, so it was only natural for him to dress up as a Musketeer.  The three of them were the hit of the party, with Vincent actually getting laid after the party by one of the older ladies in attendance who thought his costume made him look “dashing and oh so handsome!”

This year his parents chose “The Wizard of Oz” for their theme, with his dad dressing up as the Wizard and his mom dressing up as Dorothy.  Vincent chose to dress up as the Scarecrow because he figured it was not only going to be the easiest costume to find or create, but also the most comfortable.  He was pretty sure he’d sweat to death in a Cowardly Lion suit, and he wouldn’t be able to move as the Tin Man so he chose the Scarecrow instead. 

The tradition in his parent’s house was that you never let anyone see you in your costume until right before the party started, so Vincent hadn’t seen what his parents looked like in costume yet.  They always threw their parties on the Saturday evening before the actual holiday took place (unless the holiday fell on the weekend itself) and since Hallowe’en fell on a Monday this year they spent Saturday afternoon decorating the house for the party and getting the food and refreshments ready.  After that they all went to their respective rooms to put on their costumes with his father using the guest bedroom to change in so as not to spoil the surprise.  When they finally met in the living room as planned half an hour before the first guest was supposed to arrive, they all laughed when they saw what they each looked like.

“Oh, honey, that is just perfect!” his mom said to him, grinning from ear to ear as she looked him over. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Mom,” he replied, returning her smile.  ‘Which is the understatement of the year!’ he thought to himself as he looked at his mom in her “Dorothy” costume.

His mom was a natural brunette, and as it just so happened her hair was just the right length for her to put into pigtails just like Dorothy wore in the movie, complete with blue bows that matched the dress.  She was wearing a pair of faux ruby slippers on her feet that sparkled in the light, but the most noticeable and alluring thing about his mom’s costume was the dress.  It was an exact match for the one in the movie, but Judy Garland never filled her dress out the way his mom filled hers out. 

His mom, Patricia, was naturally big-busted, and Vincent knew from sneaking a look in her lingerie drawer a few years ago that she wore a size 34DD bra.  She was slim and shapely in all the right places, and from the looks of things Vincent was pretty sure she’d had the bodice of the dress tailored to fit her body like a glove – which it did, accentuating and showing off her large breasts.  The hem of the dress was also considerably higher than the one in the movie, the skirt stopping at mid-thigh instead of just below the knee like in the movie.  With his father standing there in his Victorian clothing looking every bit like the Wizard himself, Vincent knew that once again they were going to be the hit of the party.

“Okay, guys, we have some last-minute things to do before our guests start to arrive, so let’s get going, okay?” his dad, Frank, said.

“Okay, Dad,” Vincent replied, following his mom and dad out of the room.

Two hours later the party was in full swing, and just as he thought he and his parents’ costumes were the hit of the party.  And as usual Vincent was the youngest person there, but that never seemed to matter.  He enjoyed himself just the same, with the female guest who had seduced him the year before, Jennifer Mann, paying special attention to him.  She had just finished flirting with him as he was standing in front of the bar, making the same proposition to him as she had the year before, and was walking away as his mom was walking up to him.  His mom was grinning at him, a drink in each hand, and she held one out to him as she stopped in front of him.

“So did Jenny hit on you like she did last year?” his mom asked, giving him a sly smile as she took a sip of her drink.  “But more importantly, are you going to take her up on it like you did last year?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.

“You know about that, huh?” Vincent asked, feeling his cheeks getting hot and knowing that he was blushing his ass off.  His mom chuckled at him as she replied.

“Of course I do!” she said, sidling up next to him and sliding her arm into his, pulling him close and pressing the side of her big, firm breast against his arm as she did.  “Girls talk just like guys do, and they brag about their sexual conquests just like guys do as well.  Jenny didn’t tell me about it directly but she did tell a few of her friends, and naturally it got back to me that she had done the ‘Horizontal Sofa Shuffle’ with you at last year’s party,” she said, taking another sip of her drink.

“And you’re not mad about it?” Vincent asked.

“Why should I be mad?” she replied, much to his relief.  “You’re a grown man and she’s a grown woman, so what the two of you do together is none of my business.”

“Does Dad know?” he asked.

“Of course he does, honey, and he feels the same was as I do about it,” she said, looking at him and smiling.  “Now just relax, have some of the drink I made for you, and enjoy the party!” she said, nudging him and pressing her big breast against him again.  He raised the glass to his lips and took a long drink; he had no idea what he was drinking but whatever it was, it was really good.  He took another drink, then looked over at his mom and smiled.

“This is good!  What is it?” he asked, holding the nearly empty glass up.

“Oh, just a little something I whipped up especially for you!” she said, taking a sip from her own glass.  “I’m glad you like it.”

“Yeah, it’s really good,” Vincent replied.  He lifted the glass to his lips and finished it, then put the glass down on the bar behind him. 

“And it’s going to get even better, too,” Patricia said, grinning at him. 

“How, Mom?” he said, feeling a little light-headed for just a fleeting moment as he turned around.

“Oh, you’ll see, honey, you’ll see!” she said, taking another sip of her drink before continuing.

“So you like my costume, huh?” she said, stepping away from him and modeling it for him, holding her arms out and turning around so he could see all of her.

“Yeah, I do,” he replied, smiling as he admired the view.  “But I gotta say that Judy Garland never looked as good in her dress as you do in yours!” he said.

“Why, thank you, honey, I appreciate that very much!” Patricia said, coming over and sliding her arm through his again, once more pressing her big, firm breast against his arm.  She smiled up at him as she spoke again, her eyes sparkling.

“You know, honey, I may look like innocent little Dorothy Gale from Kansas, but that’s not who I am.  Not really, anyway,” she said.

“It’s not?” he asked.

“No, it’s not,” she replied.

“Then who are you, really, Mom?” he asked, playing along.

“Not ‘who,’ honey, but ‘what,’” she replied.

“Okay, then what are you?” he asked, looking down at her.

“I’m a witch,” she said, looking into his eyes and smiling.

“A witch,” he said, looking back at her.

“Uh huh.  A witch.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, honey, seriously.”

“You don’t look like a witch.”

“Well, if you mean I’m not green and old and ugly with a big wart on my nose, then no, I don’t look like a witch, thank God!” she said, laughing.  “The truth is that witches look just like everyone else,” she said.

“So you cast spells on people and things like that?” he asked, still not taking her seriously and thinking she was just playing a game with him.

“No, nothing like that,” she replied.  “Some witches do, but I’m not one of them.  I work my magic with potions rather than spells,” she said, taking a sip of her drink.

“Potions,” Vincent said.

“Yes, honey, potions.  Like the one you just drank,” she said, smiling.

“Like the one I just drank,” he repeated.  “So that was a potion, then?” he asked, and she nodded in response.

“Yes, it was,” she said.

“And what does it do?” he asked, still playing along.

“Well, to be honest, it pretty much gives me total control over you,” she replied.

“Total control, like, how?” he said.

“Like this,” she said.  Then she slid her arm out of his and pressed against his side, standing up on her tiptoes to place her lips right next to his ear.

“Hard,” she whispered.  Then she stepped back a couple of paces and looked at him, one side of her mouth turned up in a smile.

A split-second later Vincent felt his cock start to grow inside his pants, getting harder and longer faster than he thought was humanly possible.

“What the fuck!” he gasped, holding his hands out to his sides and looking down at his crotch as his cock quickly grew to complete hardness, the bulge of his cock tenting out the front of his pants.

“It’s called an erection, honey,” his mom said, taking a sip of her drink as she continued giving him that sly smile.

“I know what it’s called, Mom, I just don’t know why – I mean…” he said, Patricia interrupting him as he spoke.

“You don’t know why you suddenly got an erection, right?” she asked, folding one arm across her body and resting her other elbow on her hand, holding her drink up next to her face as she spoke.

“You’re not gonna tell me you did this to me with your potion, are you, Mom?” he said.

“Yes, I am, because yes, I did,” she replied.

“Right, Mom, sure!” he said, both exasperated and frustrated at the same time. 

“Still don’t believe me, huh?” she replied, smiling.  She walked over to him and put her drink down on the bar, then pressed against him again as she once more stood on her tiptoes to put her lips right next to his ear.

“Harder!” she whispered, her hand on his chest.  Then she stepped back again, picking her drink up as she did.

Vincent immediately felt his cock get harder, and after a few moments it was so hard it ached.  His cock was harder than it had ever been before, and he could feel the shaft throbbing as the blood pumped through it.  If he didn’t know any better he would have sworn it had grown another inch or so as well, but he knew that was impossible.  He groaned with the intensity of his erection, putting his hands down and pressing them against the throbbing shaft of his hard cock to try and relieve the ache.

“So do you believe me now?” his mom said, holding her drink up as she had been before.  He looked over at her in disbelief, not knowing what to say.  Patricia looked at him and chuckled as she took another sip of her drink, then spoke again.

“And yes, you’re bigger than you usually are, too,” she said.  “About an inch or so, I believe, and a little thicker around as well.  If I got the potion right, that is!”

“This is incredible!” Vincent said.

“This is only the beginning, honey!” his mom said, walking over to him and stopping when she was standing close enough to him for him to feel her breasts pressing against him.  When she spoke again her voice was low and husky, filled with both intensity and desire.

“Now I want you to go into your father’s office and wait for me.  I’ll be along in a minute, as soon as I talk to Jennie and make sure she doesn’t come looking for you and disturb us,” she said.

“Yes, Mom,” Vincent said, the potion having taken full effect by now and leaving him completely under her control.  Then he walked away, winding his way through the guests as he headed for his father’s office.  Patricia watched him go, smiling all the while. 

“This is going to be so much fun!” she said softly to herself.  Then she went to find Jenny and take care of her.

Vincent made his way to his father’s den and opened the door, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.  He walked over to his father’s desk and stopped, looking down at his crotch again.  His cock was still rock-hard and throbbing, and he rubbed it from outside his costume to try and relieve some of the achiness he felt due to how hard it was.  He was amazed at just how hard his cock felt against his hand; he had felt his hard cock plenty of times before, but it was never this hard!  It was as hard as stone, the skin totally unyielding, and he could still feel it pulsing as the blood continued to pump through it.  A few minutes later he heard the door open behind him and turned around to see his mom come into the room.  She smiled at him as she closed the door, then walked over to where he stood in front of the desk.

“So, are you ready for me, honey?” she asked, a wry smile on her face.

“Ready for what, Mom?” he asked.

“This!” she said, reaching down and rubbing the hard tube of his throbbing cock through his pants.

“Wow, you’re really hard!  That potion worked better than I thought it would!” she said as she rubbed the palm of her hand against his hard cock, her voice soft.  She gripped it in her hand and squeezed it once through his pants, then reached down with the other hand to unzip his fly.  Looking him in the eyes as she worked, she deftly opened his fly and reached inside for his cock, sliding her hand into his boxers and gripping it with her hand.  She squeezed it once and made him gasp, then pulled it out of his pants.  She wrapped both hands around his shaft, pulling and tugging on it, and when he looked down he was surprised to see that his cock was indeed longer and thicker than it ever had been before.

“Holy shit!” he gasped, looking back at his mom in surprise for a moment before looking back down again as his mom tugged on his cock.

“I told you so,” she asked, grinning up at him. “My potion really did the trick, didn’t it?” she asked, and Vincent nodded in reply.

“There are so many wonderfully naughty and delightfully delicious things I’m going to do to you and this big, hard cock of yours now that I know how susceptible you are to my potions,” she said, looking into his eyes as she tugged on his cock with her hands, “but right now the first thing I want is to taste you!”

“Taste me,” Vincent repeated, watching as his mom dropped to her knees in front of him.  She looked at his cock in front of her face for a moment as she tugged on it, and was pleased when a large, clear drop of precum appeared at the tip.  Without hesitation she opened her mouth and leaned forward to lick up the drop of click fluid, swallowing it immediately.

“Mmmmm, your precum tastes good, honey,” she said, looking up at him as she tugged on his cock.  “And I’ll bet your cum tastes even better!”  Then she leaned forward and opened her mouth, lowering it down onto his cock and closing her lips around it just behind the flared ridge of the head.  She sucked on the head for a moment, running her tongue along the sensitive underside before sliding her mouth further down onto his shaft, bobbing her head up and down along the way.  Vincent watched as she worked his cock deeper into her mouth, taking more of his length into her mouth and down her throat until she had taken it all.  Even through the potion-induced fog his mind was in he recognized this as no mean feat to begin with, and given the fact that his cock was now thicker and at least an inch longer than it normally was made what she was doing even more spectacular.  Pat looked up at him as she paused, her nose touching his abdomen as she held his cock in her mouth, and he jumped when he felt the muscles of her throat close around the head of his cock when she swallowed.  Then she slowly pulled her mouth from his cock, sliding it back up his hard, throbbing shaft, sucking on the head when she got there before releasing it from her mouth.  His cock bounced up and stood up straight in front of him, glistening with her saliva and bouncing slightly as the blood pumped through it.

“Ahhhhh!” Pat sighed, sitting back on her haunches and looking up at him past the cock in front of her face.  “Did you like that, honey?” she asked, licking her lips.

“Yes, Mom, I did,” he replied, meaning it.  In the back of his mind he knew it was wrong for his mom to be doing this, but the front of his mind – the part controlled by her potion – didn’t care and only wanted her to continue.

“Want me to do it some more?” she asked.

“Yes, Mom, I do!” Vincent replied, nodding his head. 

Without another word Pat sat up and grabbed his cock in her hand, pulling it down and pointing it at her face.  She opened her mouth and took it inside again, clamping her lips closed around the head and sucked on it again, then began sliding her mouth up and down on his shaft in long, deep, even strokes.  Vincent stood there and watched in rapt fascination as his mom sucked his cock, her head bobbing up and down as she worked on him.  She reached up with both hands and began unfastening his pants, getting them open in mere seconds.  She pulled them down over his hips and let them fall to the floor, then took her mouth from his cock just long enough to pull his boxers down as well.  As soon as his cock was free of his boxers she slid her mouth back onto it and resumed sucking him off, pulling and tugging on his heavy balls as she did.

‘My God, but his cock is big!’ Pat thought to herself as she sucked on her son’s cock.  ‘I can’t wait to get this monster inside me!’

Vincent stood and watched for several very enjoyable minutes as his mom enjoyed herself sucking his cock, grabbing the base with one hand and pumping it while she pulled and tugged on his balls with the other.  When he felt the familiar twinge in his balls and felt them shift a little he knew that he was going to cum soon, and his mom must have felt it as well because she increased the suction she was applying to his cock and sped up a little, sliding her mouth up and down his shaft faster than she had been.  She looked up at him for a moment as she brought him closer to climax, and the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with her looking into his eyes sent him over the edge.

“HNNNGGHH!” he groaned as his orgasm hit, reaching back and gripping the edge of his father’s desk with both hands as his cock exploded in his mom’s mouth, a long, heavy stream of cum blasting out of his cock and hitting the back of her throat.

“MM-HMMM!  MM-HMMM!  MM-HMMM!” his mom moaned around his cock as it pulsed and throbbed in her mouth, pumping stream after stream of hot, thick cum into her mouth and down her throat.  She gripped the base hard and pumped it with her hand, pumping the cum out of him as she pulled on his balls, keeping her lips clamed around his cock and enjoying the sensations of his cock pulsing on her tongue as his balls emptied themselves into her waiting mouth.  Another side effect of her potion was that it also made him shoot more cum than usual, and she swallowed around his cock to keep her mouth from overflowing with it. 

Vincent gritted his teeth and grimaced as the most powerful orgasm he’d ever felt ripped through his body, his eyes squeezed shut as his cock pumped stream after stream of cum into his mom’s mouth.  He didn’t think he was ever going to stop cumming, but eventually he did; the pumping and throbbing of his cock finally slowed and stopped.  Pat pumped his cock in her hand, sliding her mouth up until just the head was in her mouth and then pumping the last bit of cum from him by gripping the shaft harder with her hand on the upstroke, draining the last bit of cum from him.  When she was sure she had it all she slipped her mouth from his cock, kissing the tip twice before holding her head up and opening her mouth to show him her mouthful of his cum.  She rolled her tongue around it the pool of thick, white liquid in her mouth, lifting it up to let his cum slide off of the sides; she did this a couple of times before she closed her mouth and swallowed. 

“Ahhh!” she said, looking up at him and smiling as she opened her mouth to show him that his cum was gone.

“Holy crap, Mom!” he said, looking down at her.  She still had her hand around his cock, gripping it firmly but not pumping it.  She felt it begin to soften in her hand and looked down at it as she spoke.

“Oh, you’re starting to go soft!” she said.  “Well, we can’t have that – not just yet, because I’m not done with you!”  She quickly got up from her knees to stand in front of him, one hand still gripping his cock as she looked into his eyes.

“Maintain!” she said, and Vincent’s cock immediately sprang back to full hardness, just as hard as it was before he came. 

“Holy shit!” he said, looking down at his cock in his mom’s hand.

“There, that’s better!” she said, tugging on his cock as she looked at him.  “Now let’s you and I change places, okay, honey?” she said, leading him by the cock as she pulled him away from the desk to take his place at the edge of the desk.

“Sure, Mom, but why?” he asked as she led him to where she wanted him. 

“Because you’re going to fuck me on your father’s desk just like he did when he got me pregnant with you, that’s why!” she said, sitting on the desk and spreading her legs apart as she pulled him in close to her, the faux ruby slippers on her feet sparkling in the light.  Vincent shuffled forward, his pants still down around his ankles, as his mom pulled her skirt up and out of the way, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties under her costume and showing her pussy to him for the first time.  Vincent looked down at her and saw that her pubic hair was trimmed into a small ‘landing strip’ with her outer lips being shaven smooth.  She leaned back and put one elbow on the desk for support as she brought her knees up, spreading her thighs apart as she brought her pussy right up to the edge of the desk.  She pulled him forward by his cock and placed it against her pussy, rubbing the head up and down between her smooth outer lips.  Vincent gasped as he felt the warm wetness envelope the head of his cock when her outer lips parted, and he could hear the soft squishy sounds being made by the head of his cock sliding up and down between them.

“I can’t wait to feel this big, hard cock inside me!” Pat said, her voice soft and breathless.  Then she placed the head of his cock against her opening, pulling him forward to slide the head inside.  When he felt the warm wetness of her pussy on the tip of his cock Vincent reacted out of instinct, pushing forward with his hips to slide his cock into her.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Pat moaned as his cock pushed into her, letting her head fall back and pulling her knees up and out with both hands to give him room to move.  “Oh, my God, yes!” she moaned again as Vincent pushed forward, sliding his thick, hard cock into her pussy deeper and deeper, pulling back only once before he slid his entire cock into her tight, wet pussy.  He looked down at his cock buried inside his mom’s pussy and the looked up at her, the pleasure she was feeling very plain on her face.  She lifted her head up and looked at him, her mouth hanging open as she spoke.

“Does that feel good, honey?” she asked, and Vincent nodded as he replied.

“It feels fantastic!” he said, looking down at his cock inside her again.

“Now fuck me, honey,” his mom said, her voice low and husky, filled with desire.  “Fuck me and cum inside me, fill me up with your cum just like your father did!”

With that Vincent started to move, pushing his cock in and out of his mom’s pussy in long, deep strokes.  He gripped her hips in his hands for support as he fucked her, pulling her back against him as he thrust forward.  His mom moaned and groaned as she lay back on the desk, gripping the edge of the desk with both hands for support as his strokes got harder and faster.  Soon he was pounding his cock in and out of her, the room filled with the aroma of her musk and the sound of his abdomen hitting her mound as he fucked her harder and harder.  Vincent looked down and watched as he thrust his cock in and out of his mom’s pussy, the shaft slick and glistening with her juices.  Then he looked up at his mom and saw that her eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open and her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” she gasped as he pounded her, the big mounds of her breasts bouncing inside her dress with every thrust of his hips.

“Yes, honey, that’s it!  Fuck me, fuck me hard, make me cum, make me cum all over your hard cock!” she gasped, holding her head up and looking at him.  When she looked back on this moment later on one of the things she would remember was the sight of the Scarecrow from ‘The Wizard of Oz’ fucking her, and the look on his face as he did.  But right now she was concentrating on her son’s cock pounding in and out of her, and she felt her orgasm quickly begin to build.

“I’m gonna cum, honey, I’m gonna cum!” she gasped, dropping her head back down to the desk.  Vincent kept up the motions of his hips, thrusting in and out of her over and over again, driving her to orgasm, and it only took a few moments more for her to cum.

“NNNGGGHHH!” she cried out from between clenched teeth, grimacing as a powerful orgasm exploded in her pussy and went ripping through her body like a thunderbolt.  Vincent could feel her pussy fluttering around his cock as she came, her pussy drenching his cock with her juices.  He kept pounding in and out of her as she rode her orgasm out, and just as he was starting to think that she wasn’t going to ever stop cumming she lifted her head up and spoke, looking into his eyes as she did.

“CUM!” she gasped.  And he did, his cock immediately exploding inside her and taking Vincent completely by surprise.  He groaned loudly as the sudden and totally unexpected orgasm hit, shoving his cock forward to bury it as deep inside his mom’s pussy as he possibly could.  He held it there while he came, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it pumped out another big load of cum, this time into her waiting pussy.  Five, six, seven, eight incredible times his cock pumped inside her, pumping out more cum and lasting much longer than he ever thought possible.  And his mom’s orgasm continued through it all, her pussy gripping and clutching at his cock as it throbbed and pumped inside her.

Finally, almost thankfully, their mutual orgasm slowed and then stopped, leaving Vincent covered with a fine layer of sweat on his face and beneath his costume.  They were both left gasping for breath, Vincent holding his still-hard cock inside his mom’s pussy as she lay on the desk.  He stood there for a few moments, trying to catch his breath, and then looked down as he realized something.

“It’s not going down!” he said, looking up at his mom.  She lifted her head and looked back at him, chuckling at the surprised look on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, honey, I was a little distracted!” she said.  Then she propped herself up on her elbows and, looking directly into his eyes, spoke one word.

“Relax.”

Vincent immediately felt his cock go soft inside his mom’s pussy, and after a few moments he took a few shuffling steps back, feeling the cool air of the room on his wet cock as it slipped out of her.  Pat sat up on the desk and then slipped off of it, standing in front of him and smoothing her skirt down as she spoke.

“You wait right here while I go into your father’s bathroom and get us a couple of hand towels,” she said, reaching out to run her hand along the side of his face.  “I’ll be right back, honey,” she said, smiling at him.  Then she turned and walked over to the small bathroom off of the office, returning a few moments later with a hand towel and handing it to him.

“Here you go, honey,” she said. 

“Thanks, Mom,” Vincent said, taking it from her and using it to clean himself up.  Pat went over to the desk and leaned back against it, watching while Vincent put himself back together again.  When he was done he looked up at her and spoke, holding the hand towel in both hands.

“Now what, Mom?” he asked.

“Now we go back to the party and enjoy ourselves for the rest of the night, that’s what,” she replied, smiling sweetly at him.  She got up from the desk and walked over to him, looking up into his eyes as she continued.  “It’s just a shame that you won’t remember any of this when the potion wears off in a little while,” she said.

“I won’t?” he asked; Pat shook her head as she replied.

“No, honey, you won’t,” she said, running her hand along the side of his face.  “You won’t remember anything that happened from the moment you took the first sip until the moment the potion wears off.  But I will,” she said, looking deep into his eyes.  “I’ll always remember this, I promise you.”

“Okay, Mom,” he said, returning her smile.

“Now let’s get back to the party, shall we?” she said, hooking her arm in his and leading him over to the door and out of the office to rejoin their guests.

The next morning his mom was already in the kitchen when Vincent came into the room, wearing a pair of loose black lounge pants and an old gray sweatshirt with the sleeves chopped off, a pair of slippers on his feet.  His mom was standing at the kitchen counter, her back to him, wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a loose white t-shirt that stopped just below the top of her pants, her dark hair done up in a single ponytail high on the back of her head.

“Morning, Mom,” he said, shuffling over to the kitchen table and pulling out a chair before sitting down in it.

“Good morning, honey!” his mom said cheerily.  “Some party last night, huh?” she said, turning to face him with a cup of coffee in her hand and treating Vincent to the sight of her braless boobs swaying inside her shirt.

“Yeah, it was,” Vincent said, looking over at her and smiling.  “Then again, you and Dad always throw the best parties to begin with, especially on Hallowe’en.  And speaking of Dad, where is he?” he asked.

“Oh, he’s off playing golf with his friends, the usual thing for a Sunday morning,” she replied.  “He’ll be gone until around noon or so, I suspect,” she said, taking a sip from her coffee cup.  “So did you enjoy the party last night, honey?” she asked.

“Yeah, I did,” Vincent replied, running his hand over the top of his head as he spoke.  “It was great as usual.”

“Did you score with Jenny again?” she asked, grinning at him.  He grinned back as he replied.

“No, I didn’t, actually,” he said.  “I don’t know why, but after she hit on me early in the party she just kinda disappeared, and I didn’t see her again for the rest of the night.”

“I think she left early,” his mom said.  “Maybe she’d had too much to drink, I don’t know,” she said.  ‘Or maybe it was something she drank instead,’ she thought to herself, smiling.

“I don’t know, either; all I know is I have a little bit of a headache this morning,” he replied, rubbing the top of his head again. 

‘That always happens the first time,’ she thought to herself. 

“Here, let me get you some orange juice, maybe that will help,” she said, turning to the refrigerator and taking out the bottle of juice.  She got a glass out of the cabinet over the counter and poured the juice into it, then reached into the waistband of her pants and pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid.  She pulled the cork out of the bottle, poured the contents into his juice, then replaced the cork and put the bottle back into the waistband of her pants.  Then she picked up the glass and turned towards the table, holding it out to him as she approached.

“Here you go, honey, this will fix you right up,” she said, smiling at him.  He took the glass and she sat down in the chair across from him, taking a sip out of her coffee cup.

“Thanks, Mom,” he said.  He brought the glass up to his lips and took a drink, then looked at her as he spoke again.

“Wow, this juice is really good!” he said.  “What’s in it?” he said, raising the glass to his lips again.

“Oh, just a little something I whipped up especially for you!” she said, grinning at him as he drank the rest of the juice. 

Fini.