Witching Hours

Witching Hours
Chapter 5
By Gunwild

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Today, if you’d looked in on Heather Beach, some fifty miles from Heatherfield and far removed from the unpleasantness of city pollution, you would have seen your share of early-season vacationers. These were people who would pack up their cars with all the stuff that keeps the beach from just being a desert with water next to it, drive out early in the morning and enjoy the day. A couple, of course, might do the romantic thing and take a room for the night in one of the many seaside hotels and motels.
For as far as the beach went there were places to stay and cars lined up to park near them, as well as trucks, buses, SUVs, vans, RVs, and one shiny red Vespa.

Also of note to anyone with eyes was the tall, toned, bronze-skinned woman standing in the surf, letting cold foam wash over her bare toes. She was wearing one of those limited edition Lamina bikinis whose powder blue coloring seemed to glow in the sunlight, certainly not designed to be worn by anyone but a gorgeous woman whose body needed to be shown instead of hidden.

She was attracting attention. Husbands ignored wives, boyfriends ignored girlfriends, girlfriends ignored boyfriends, and the single men did everything they could to get her to notice them.

These gawkers were the problem, Will had decided. Not her mom.

She was harder to spot than her mother, hanging back under a huge umbrella, hiding behind overlarge sunglasses and a hat and glowering at everyone who talked to Susan for even a moment. Actually, she would have been talked to plenty herself if she’d taken off the old T-shirt from Something-Or-Other National Park and just worn her own new swimsuit, but she couldn’t be bothered to think about that. Not when slack-jawed college morons whose most recent date was with a soda can full of drugs were treating someone she loved as game in a cougar hunt.

Not that it was surprising. She was so beautiful, especially today. To Will, her mom’s smile outshone the sun. Playing volleyball showed off her long legs, willowy arms, the cute way she would adjust her bathing suit with her thumbs when she thought nobody could see. Even when she missed a return she would laugh it off and retrieve the ball, never looking awkward, least of all when she bent over.

When Susan eventually bowed out of the match, one of the more muscular, better haircuts from her team followed her back in the direction of Will. He stopped her about halfway there, grinning and generally acting smooth. This made Will want to frown even harder, but her jaw was already hurting pretty badly.

*I bet you used a blow-dryer before coming to the beach, didn’t you? You’re not here to have the same kind of fun she is, that’s for sure. I should banish you to an alternate reality full of monsters and fire! I could do it. I have powers. Do you even know how old she is? You’re closer to my age than hers! Not that I’d be interested either. So shoo!*

Will’s toes bit into the edges of her flip-flops as she saw her mom smile back, nod and say something to the young man. Whatever it was seemed to please him, because he scampered back to his buddies and high-fived one of them.

*Did she just make a date?* Suddenly Will didn’t feel that roiling anger at the bottom of her stomach as much. In fact, it was like she’d stopped being able to feel anything inside at all. It seemed imprudent to stare now. *I… guess it’s not really any of my business, then.*

***

Their little motel room was nice, all things considered. The big bed was softer than the one at home, you could hear the waves if you left the window open, and the TV had the full complement of channels. It would have been just right for the sort of weekend they’d imagined while plotting the best route for a motor scooter to get up here.

*I guess I was the only one who was really interested in that.* Even the pale periwinkle bedclothes that had amused Will when they arrived seemed dull and unimportant. But what should she expect? *I’m really just a girl, and she’s a woman.*

Will was almost too defeated to notice it when her mother came up to her, carefully donning those hoop earrings nobody else could pull off and then tugging shorts into place over her bathing suit. “You think I look presentable?”

“Wonderful,” Will responded absently, trying to focus on shaking the sand from her feet. “Like always.”

Susan gave the subtle smile that she only showed when she was really flattered. “Thanks. As long as it’s not too obvious I’m someone’s mom.”

That one hurt, but Will let the pain echo around inside of her until it was too indistinct to be noticeable, like it was happening to somebody else. “You’ll make a great impression.” She rolled onto her back and twiddled her toes a bit to make it seem like she could amuse herself for the evening.

“Um, Will,” Susan probed, folding her shapely legs to sit on the bed as well. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” Will lied bravely, forcing a smile that didn’t waver, even when their eyes met. “Have a good… *great* time.”

One of Susan’s eyebrows rose. “Honey, you’re coming with me!”

That was too much. She couldn’t watch as some man chatted her mother up and bought her good food, all the while planning what it was only natural to plan. To her credit, Will didn’t recoil, but she did have some trouble speaking. Her voice cracked. “I… look, I know I can’t give you… I know I’m young and there’s no way I should tell you what to do, but I can’t watch you be like that with some guy. Okay? I’m sorry. I guess I thought we were…” She shut her eyes. *I’m not going to cry. I can’t have her knowing what a child I can be anymore.* “It doesn’t matter. I want you to be happy.”

“Wait,” her mother said, gripping Will’s bare shoulders and bringing their faces not even an inch apart. Her hair hung down and tickled her daughter’s cheek. “What do you think I’m going to be doing?”

When Will opened her eyes they were shiny with tears. She still managed to show her teeth, though you couldn’t call something so labored a smile. “It’s okay if you have to date guys and stuff, mom. I’ll learn to live with it.”

Will hadn’t even closed her mouth from the last words when Susan’s lips pressed themselves against hers and she was being tumbled over and over until they were nearly falling off the bed, breaking apart just long enough for Susan to say “My silly daughter,” and then they were kissing again. It forced a bone-deep passion into Will that made her fingers shake, but the normally sweet taste of Susan’s mouth was almost making her sick.

“It’s,” Will tried, “It’s not like you need to humor me just because I’m moping. I don’t want that. I couldn’t-”

“Honey, I’m not going to go on a date. That wasn’t the plan at all.”

In this light and setting, Will’s wide brown eyes had a greenish cast. When she blinked her long lashes Susan thought she looked like some sort of darling young sea nymph who could make you fall in love with a look, but didn’t know it. Which was basically the source of the trouble here.

“They invited us to a party,” Susan said, unable to keep a little smirk hidden. “Or a barbecue, I guess. Both of us. He seemed really interested in meeting my ‘quiet friend,’ in fact.”

Will sat up, touched her mouth, and then looked profoundly embarrassed. She glanced shyly at Susan. “Um… you’re not just saying this to make me feel better?”

“You’re supposed to come too, aren’t you?” Susan put one hand to her hip while she held forth. “And I didn’t get my best earrings on just to *pretend* to go to some barbecue with stupid boys who want to get in bed with me, spend a few minutes panting, then have me make them coffee in my underwear. I did it so my daughter would have something to do tonight other than spend time with me, while I try not to mortify her by letting on how old I am.”

“You’re not old!” Will blurted. Her mother wasn’t even technically what you’d call ‘middle aged,’ much less losing any of her considerable charms. “And there’s nothing better I could do than be here with you! That’s what I wanted.” Will knelt level with Susan, threw her arms around her and pressed a cheek against her chest. The woman smelled like the waves and sea air. It made Will feel ashamed to think she hadn’t been playing with her mother today, had instead been wasting her time being jealous. “I was the one who thought you weren’t interested in…”

Not missing a beat, Susan lifted Will’s head, gazed into her eyes and then kissed her so that she had Will’s lower lip between both of her own. It was a favorite of the girl’s that never failed to make her groan just a tiny bit at the back of her throat and part her thighs involuntarily. That was where Susan slipped her hand. It was already warm to the touch. “You never have to worry about that,” she whispered to the transfixed Will, “Lover.”

Poor Will felt at first (as she always did) weak and tense, and then relaxed into the embrace. “M-mom…”

“Shh, sweetie.” Susan gave her daughter another tickle down there, then cradled Will’s head in her other arm. The girl was always so pliant and delicate at times like this, but it was still impossible to be as tender as she deserved. “This is what I really hoped we’d be doing…”

*Me too.* Will thought, but she wasn’t ready to even whisper back. Not while her stomach was knotting up again, this time with the best kind of anxiety. And then there was an uncontrolled heat in her veins, and even her threadbare shirt seemed awfully thick and awkward. Her bathing suit was positively *confining,* too.

“I want to see you, honey,” Susan was saying. Everything in the world but her mother’s face seemed to darken, fade, turn insignificant. What mattered but this? “Show me?”

She had to struggle to even begin undressing. The shaking always took over at this point, but she did what she was asked to while Susan watched intently. For all their familiarity, Will felt her face flush, and couldn’t make eye contact. What was it about being somewhere different that made it even naughtier…?

“Oh, come on, don’t you know how to take off a bathing suit? Reach up to your shoulders and *pull.*” Will did that, but bent double as she did, trying to keep just a little modesty. Susan laughed. “Don’t worry, I don’t want you to get too far ahead of me.” When Susan yanked the top of her bikini off it was without a hint of self-consciousness. It wasn’t as easy for Will; to remove her one-piece she had to stand up, modesty forcing her to choose between hiding her breasts and covering her butt. She decided to turn her back on her mother, just for a moment, while she got relaxed about stepping out of all her clothes.

That didn’t work. She heard Susan step off the bed a moment later, felt the air disturbed as she came up from behind, and then the softness of skin on skin. The woman reached around and gripped Will’s chest – Will couldn’t help smiling, or giggling at the tickling sensation.

“Nervous today?”

She was able to say “Only around you.”

Flattery wasn’t necessary. Susan was relentless once she got started. She had an adult’s fully-developed sex drive and assurance of body, and she had trouble imagining how anyone couldn’t get excited by the fragrances of Will’s fine scarlet hair. “Turn around.”

This time when they kissed, Will was more direct – it was heartening to think that somewhere, some fool was thinking he had a chance of tongue-wrestling with this gorgeous lady, and he was wrong. *All for Will! Ha!* If she’d been alone, she probably would have taken the time to laugh maniacally. She had to go on tiptoes to get eye-to-eye with her mother, which made her lose balance, and they toppled together onto the bedspread, giggling like children at play.

Susan reached a long arm towards her bag on the ground; Will heard the inside pocket unzip. “I have something in here…” she had to rummage for a moment, but it came free eventually.

It was a tiny, stylish bottle with two curving letters on the front. Will blinked. “Do we need that?”

Susan smirked. “Of course not. But we’ll like it.”

She unscrewed the top, cast it aside and dripped a fairly large amount of liquid onto her hand – the lubricant was thick but completely clear, and didn’t spill as it was carried over to Will’s thigh. Susan tipped her hand and Will twitched at the feeling. It was warm, on the edge of being hot, much more so than she had expected it to be.

Susan smiled. “They didn’t sell this stuff in pharmacies when I was your age. It works on contact. I don’t know *how,* but it feels nice, doesn’t it…?”

It did, especially when her mom’s hand traveled up Will’s leg, beginning to rub it where she was already burning up. If she’d thought that it would cool off when it came in contact with her wettest parts, she was completely wrong. It was made to react to moisture on the skin, which Will had plenty of just now, so that the more her mother managed to poke into her, the better it felt. Not to mention that her finger was sticky and moved firmly in and out, up and down, making it impossible to sit up straight. “I… I have to put it on you, too…”

“Aren’t you generous? Here.” Susan bent one graceful leg and spread herself. Will was pleased to notice that her face was at least a little pink above the cheeks. She was getting eager, too.

Will wasn’t sure how much to use, but decided not to be stingy, and poured it right into place, to the sound of a gratifying murmur. It made her hand feel slimy, but she knew it would feel much nicer to Susan, who began to grip at the blankets, sighing.

Will didn’t have her mother’s finger technique, and so decided to couple it with kisses on the neck, the breasts, the shoulders. Getting that close opened her up to being held and stroked again, until the two of them were moaning into each other’s mouths and reaching deep inside one another with surprising ease.

“Ahaa!” Will nearly fell over when she first felt it; it was like having a bruise prodded for a moment, before a prickling sensation came over her and she could breathe again.

“Sorry…” Susan caressed Will’s cheek. “That can be a sensitive place.”

“Where did you…” Will felt a sort of head rush, trying to keep track of where Susan’s fingers were, where they had been. It was at the upper part, but deep, and it had felt completely different from being touched on the clitoris. “… what was that feeling?”

“That’s a… special spot. It can take some getting used to.” Susan was still stroking her cheek. “Yours is deep. That can happen sometimes, I just wanted to see if I could reach it. Don’t worry, we don’t have to bother with…”

“Do it again,” Will said, more forcefully than she had intended, curling her fingers fractionally inside her mom. It had almost hurt, but then, so had touching herself when she’d started, and she’d certainly gotten used to *that.*

“Anything you want,” Susan allowed with a playful look on her face, this time gliding her finger into Will more carefully, especially slowing down when she reached a spot that Will now felt wasn’t exactly as yielding as what surrounded it. It *did* hurt to be touched there, but now that she was expecting it, the sensation was more welcome – it came with a kind of after-ache that made her hips feel like they were liquefying around Susan’s finger, and her whole body unwind like it was being massaged.

“B-but…” Will muttered, realizing that she wasn’t returning the attention because she was so distracted, “How do I touch yours?”

Susan spoke breathily, right into Will’s face, interspersing her words with kisses. “Honey, you already do… every… single… time…”

Will felt around as she petted her mother’s back and tried to stay focused, despite the persistent aching. In fact there *was* a spot that was different from the rest, textured in an abnormal way. It was actually sort of like her mother’s tongue, Will thought as they kissed, a little bumpy but still soft and delicate. She raked her fingertip over it with a beckoning motion, and Susan reflexively kissed even harder, pulling them so close together that Will’s nipples hurt.

*Now that’s interesting,* Will thought, repeating the process. Where Susan was delicately circling Will’s own spot, Will rubbed more confidently, seeing as Susan was more used to being touched there. Actually, for all the intensity of the pressure, Will was starting to feel quite good, too, although she was getting more and more of a familiar pinch at the bottom of her belly, a tightening that wasn’t what she normally had in these situations. “I… I think I’m going to…”

“You’re not,” Susan assured her, “Just… ahhhh… let it happen… and try not to pass out.”

“Huh?” Will said, but it became a lot harder as the pressing feeling grew faster than normal, making her drive her face into her mother’s shoulder as she felt herself unwillingly squirm. It really *did* feel like she was going to pee, this had to be some kind of mistake, she was going to make a fool of herself and it would be disgusting! But her mother couldn’t see that, she was still stirring her middle finger around the spot, and Will forced herself to do the same back, just hoping she was getting it right. “I’m… I’m…”

“Shh,” Susan assured her, and all of a sudden was going faster, making Will begin *screaming,* turning her back weak and her limbs limp, so that she slumped over completely, feeling unable to stop what was going on, even though part of her wanted to. More of her wanted to know what could possibly come at the end of this rising strain, but her thoughts were getting a lot less coherent, and she clenched her teeth, thinking again *I’m going to wet myself, that’s what this has to be, I’m an idiot…*

She didn’t wet herself, though she did cry out, clenching eyes that stung with sweat, unable to breathe in again while she had her first-ever ejaculation, clear liquid squirting all over Susan’s palm, Will’s own shaking hand letting Susan feel the same spasm of much too much pleasure that blanked her mind and threw her most of the way into unconsciousness. By the time she could focus her thoughts again she found that Will’s ringing voice had gone silent, the hot lubricant was cooling off, and her daughter was indeed sleeping, either from the intensity or exhaustion.

It was to be expected. What they’d just done was something that always gave Susan what she thought of as ‘deep’ orgasms, and that wasn’t easy to handle, especially not the first time. Still, she reflected, thin little Will had kept it together long enough to return the favor, and never lost track of the G-spot. That was impressive. *That’s one talented kid,* she thought, giving her a kiss on the forehead. *Although she does sometimes sleep with her mouth open…*

Will was drooling just slightly. Susan didn’t mind getting a little spit on herself, especially not considering how wet both their lower halves were. She rested, content, listening to the matched rhythm of waves and breathing, until she too fell asleep.

***

When Will woke up, her vision stayed blurry for a second, but it all came together soon enough. It was dark. Night. She was being spoken to, and the voice was her mother’s, a note of fright in it that was contagious. “What? What is it?” Was there something going on? Was someone else there? Her throat felt tight. They couldn’t possibly have been *caught,* could they?

But it wasn’t that. The only light in the room was the flickering of the television screen, which Susan was staring at with her mouth open, her normally warm eyes looking almost glassy from surprise.

The program was the news, Will could tell that easily enough. There was a crawl going by underneath, but it was impossible to pay attention to. She couldn’t understand what the anchor was saying, either. All her attention was on the image, even though it was grainy and unfocused. She could tell exactly what it was.

A suburban house was burning, with tall flames writhing in every window, and the darkest sort of smoke was pushing itself into the sky – but *only* into the sky, as if it was being forced that way. And even as she watched, the flames wavered and bent in unnatural directions, until they were being twisted smaller and smaller, out of existence, so that there was only fire *inside,* if that. The shutters were swinging, like air was blowing through the house, the wind paying a thorough visit. In a few moments, one could barely tell there had been a fire at all.

With her back to the camera, a fierce gust whipping her twin tails of hair at high speed, a girl held her arm out as though completely in command of the situation. She lowered it, and the video abruptly cut out.

Will didn’t have to be told, and Susan didn’t say a thing. They both knew.

Hay Lin had just been caught using her powers.

TO BE CONTINUED

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(AUTHOR’S NOTE: In case you couldn’t tell, my goal for this one – to repay the overly kind, anonymous individual who keeps illustrating these things, and his or her own excellent ideas – was to write, if it can be believed, a cute and heartwarming story of highly sexual mother-daughter incest. If I succeeded, then I suppose I’ve gone somewhere no writer I know of has gone – and if I failed, well, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done that, so no big deal. I really hope I got the G-spot enjoyment right, I tried to leave it abstract enough that it could be interpreted in different ways, since I’ve, you know, never HAD a female ejaculation, and can’t. Anyway, I’d also like to offer a nod to the reviewers who asked “How would a real romantic relationship with them work out?” because it’s something I obviously wondered about, and this is my idea of it. Anyway, I hope I haven’t disturbed you too much with the vision of continuity at the end, because you know how long it takes me to meander back into updating, but trust me, it’s a cool idea. Well, *I* think it’s going to be cool. Anyway, goodnight, everybody! And please tell me what you think, because as I said, feedback does help me think and I love answering questions, especially in story form. I thought I should mention it, since I’m currently averaging about 1.25 reviews for every *thousand* reads. This fanfiction was not produced for profit, and without the permission of Disney, its subsidiaries or other authorities of W.I.T.C.H. trademarks and indicia. Apologies to Ms. Gnome. [Gunwild@mail2world.com])