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This is part five of my series The Choctaw Witch. And as you’ve probably already noticed, this is NOT a short work. But it IS a story that needs to be told as a part of the series of T.C.W.
I’m really hoping that even with the length with the way it is, you the reader will venture in and take in the events up to this point in the story. And, speaking of the story. It is vital that you have already read parts 1 through 4 of this series to totally appreciate what happens here in this one.
This is a sci-fi, fantasy type tale…and it is total fiction. All of the characters engaging in any sexual activity in this story are above the age of eighteen. And also there is a high amount of incestuous behavior between the characters, so keep that in mind please.
I want to sincerely thank Ayoko Fukumiya and Kenji Sato for their awesome expertise in proofreading and editing for this story.
There’s something else as well that I need to mention here. There are stories that I mention in this work that are available here on Literotica from three authors that I am a fan of. I reached out to contact them to ask for permission to use their names and stories, but unfortunately I only heard back from one of them. But believe me, you the reader should do yourself a favor and read all the stories that I have mentioned in this work. You’ll not regret it.
And so, I invite you to sit back and enjoy this next work of mine.
Mr_Brady
The Choctaw Witch
Part 5
Chapter 1
Shiloh Brown And Her Son, Benjamin
On her drive back to the home that she shared with her son, Benjamin, Shiloh Brown noticed how wet her pussy was. And it was because of her recalling all the exceptional and astonishing things that had taken place, that morning, at church.
She hoped her revelation to the congregation about fornicating with a family member wouldn’t turn around and bite her and her son in the ass. But as she sat and listened to the comments by the others at church, she felt obligated for Elise Hawkins’ sake, to tell her and the rest of them that she was involved in a secret incestuous relationship, too.
And even with the sincere and dedicated sexual partnership that she had with her son, they both had an ‘understanding’ that there could be times that they would be allowed to do things with others, if that was what they felt compelled to do.
So she hoped her son would understand the compulsion that overtook her that morning. It was when that handsome, young Tom Brewer, who was visiting who she thought was his sister, approached her during the orgy.
It was so strange, she thought, of how all of a sudden, most of the people in the sanctuary began ripping off their clothes and began performing sex acts with whoever was closest to them. After Tom’s sister, Diane, had done what she did, it seemed that many other people were basically mimicking her behavior, as well.
She also found it so exhilarating how Diane and Peter, the preacher, began coupling right there on the steps up to the dais. He was another one that she would sometimes dwell on when she’d pleasure herself at home. There were times after coming home from church that she would lie in bed, fingering her pussy, and climax to the thought of the both of them going to bed and him fucking her. But, she knew that was only a fantasy, and would never happen.
But when she found herself genuflecting in front of a naked Tom Brewer, she decided to give in again to the urges that she had also done with her son, Ben. And when, after aggressively sucking Tom’s cock, she was astonished at the huge amounts of semen that he had let loose in her mouth. After she spontaneously swallowed his cum, Shiloh was trying to understand why she felt the lightheadedness that came over her after she’d performed fellatio on him.
She was also totally blown away by the lewdness of what she’d brazenly done in public. Much like the same thing that she had just watched Diane Brewer do with Peter, the preacher.
And even at that moment, while she was driving her car home, she couldn’t seem to get Tom Brewer out of her mind. It was if her body was compelling her to go find him and ask him to cum in her mouth all over again. Shiloh wasn’t quite sure what brought on the compulsion that she felt herself pulled into at that moment. Maybe, she thought it was a culmination of things that kept pulling her into the undefined longing she had for Tom Brewer’s cum. And just as that thought hit her again, she realized that it really wasn’t that much important to her where he ejaculated. She knew her main obsession was the man, Tom Brewer, himself. And wherever he chose to cum in her, whether it was her mouth, her pussy, or even her asshole, she was quite prepared to be totally subservient to him and do anything he wanted her to do.
She only hoped that whatever the two of them were to do, the experience would be as steamy for her, as it had been the first time bursa escort earlier that morning.
And then her mind flashed back to her son, Ben. She was hoping that once she got home to him, and they got into bed that afternoon, her strange compulsion and desire for Tom Brewer would go away. She figured that once she felt her son’s capable cock fucking her again, all of what happened just an hour or so ago, would simply disappear from her mind.
And then she remembered the expression ‘truth is sometimes stranger than fiction’ and the fact of the matter was, in her and Ben’s case, she felt that it was very true. With all that had happened within the last few months with her son, as well as her sister, Barb, and her daughter, Samantha, Ben’s cousin—all the crazy incestuous sex-capades—in some ways seemed too bizarre to comprehend. But, she thought, those things, as illogical and inexplainable as a stranger who didn’t know them might think they were, did actually happen. And Shiloh, feeling that familiar tingling in her pussy again, was very happy that they did!!
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Preliminary events…
A few months before Ben, had graduated from high school, and on a rather cold February day in Michigan, the two of them had become involved in a terrible contentious conflict. As she thought back to it, she realized that their confrontation had been brewing for some time. With him being the only offspring of her marriage to his father Henry, or as they all called him, Hank, she remembered she had regrettably fallen into the habit of over-regulating things in the life of her son, Benjamin.
That downward trend had begun when Benjamin was fourteen years of age. Her husband died unexpectedly in an automobile crash, leaving both her and her son in total disarray for many, many months. There was a void left at that time which neither of them seemed to know how to fill.
One of the main reasons for that was because Hank had always been the one in charge of pretty much everything in the household. From their finances, to what they watched on TV, to what kind of car they drove, even to where and when they went on vacation. It was always him, who made the decision about pretty much everything in their lives.
And then Shiloh smiled to herself, when she remembered that it was even her husband who wanted to be the decision-maker in key areas of their sex life. She realized she had given him so much free rein over the years, that it ended up that he would choose what nights of the week that they would make love. Sometimes, Shiloh would come to him when he had a day off and ask him for a little ‘afternoon delight’ to which he would reply that he didn’t want to do that, because it could upset their schedule and he didn’t have time that day. Recalling that specific memory, Shiloh spoke out loud only to herself, as she drove the car home that afternoon…
“Yeah, Hank, I let you get away with a lot of shit, but that one was the real corker. Why the fuck you didn’t want me sucking your cock because it wasn’t part of your schedule I’ll NEVER understand, honey!! But ‘c’est la vie,’ I guess—nobody’s perfect, are they?”
And then she thought about how she tried to fill in the gap of leadership in the home once Hank had been pulled out of their lives due to his death. Even to the point of sometimes trying to guide her son’s life, much more than he was comfortable with her efforts.
“Look, mom, even though I’m not there yet, I’m doing my best to take on the role of an adult. I know you’re trying your best with dad gone and all, but really, I don’t need you to tell me how to live my life down to the smallest detail like he did, okay?”
“Honey, I’m not trying to do that. And I wish you wouldn’t blow things up larger than they really are. I’m just trying to get you to see the bigger picture here. And I think I know what’s better for you in deciding where’s the best place for you to attend college, that’s all. Especially because it was your dad who set up the funding years ago to pay for it.”
“Yeah? Well then why isn’t it dad who’s the one picking it out now? And I’ll tell you why, mom, it’s because he’s FUCKING DEAD…THAT’S WHY!!! Maybe, just fucking maybe, he thought well enough to leave that choice to me and ONLY ME!!!”
She then recalled balling her eyes out when he told her that. And then later that day, having him come to her with a very apologetic tone in his voice, asking her to forgive his very brash outburst, and his seemingly disrespectful attitude toward his dead father.
“Oh, honey, I’m just trying to do the best I know how. Please have patience with me for now. I know you’re growing up, and it won’t be long until I’ll be here alone and you’ll be where you need to be at a school where you’ll be happiest at.”
Hearing his mother remind him that she would soon be alone was like sticking a knife in his heart. There were things going on in Ben’s mind toward her that he couldn’t bring up the courage yet to tell her bursa escort bayan about.
“Mom, please understand I’m not saying I’ve got to totally pick it out myself. I do want your help. After all, it’s your and dad’s money that’s going to get me there. And I don’t want you to forget how much I love the both of you. Even if dad was a control freak, ha-ha!!”
She recollected laughing at his jibe toward his father. Because if anyone was aware of how much her late husband was a control freak…it was Shiloh, herself.
Both of them ended up agreeing that Ben would spend his first year of college, not too far from their home in southern Michigan, at the University of Toledo. He had become interested in studying marketing while he was in high school and they both agreed that UT could fit the bill well in that study. And to help him have a little preliminary freedom, he would also live on campus, as well.
Chapter 2
Somebody New For Shiloh?
It was a few months later, after Benjamin had graduated from high school and they were visiting her sister, Barbara, in Holland, Michigan, that her and her son’s life took an interesting twist.
Shiloh came to find out later that he had witnessed a conversation between her and her sister while they shared a few too many glasses of red wine and conversed in her kitchen that helped set things in a totally new direction for her and her son.
“Oh Shiloh, I really believe you need to think about something. C’mon, you’re thirty-nine years old, and still a very beautiful woman. And if you don’t mind me telling you this, I think there’d be many men, and maybe a woman or two, who’d be happy to beat down your door and fuck that sexy body of yours, if you’d just let them.
“You’ve still got your youthful looks. You’re keeping a great figure…and you’ve still got that mouthwatering, bodacious set of tatas, that you inherited from mom, on you. So jeez, girl…you’re just too young to stop living your life. And from what you’ve told me in the past, our dear departed Hank, ran everything involving your sex life. Don’t you think it’d be fun to get the chance to decide some things for yourself while you’re young enough to enjoy it?”
Benjamin wondered what exactly his mom’s sister was getting on about? But something he did know for sure was that his aunt wasn’t hard on the eyes, either. With her only being two years older than his mother, he was aware of the times that she had gotten numerous stares and attention to her luscious-looking ass and the smaller but still firm, great-looking pair of tits that she sported.
And even though they both came from the same two people, and their beauty was quite similar, Barb’s good looks were her own, with a somewhat lighter tone of hair. Not to mention the fitting way she had it cut shorter, in a ‘bob’ type of hairstyle.
There were many times he’d lusted after her, and craved to fuck her when he would masturbate. With maybe his mom, too—he envisioned that they could enjoy a threesome. He imagined his mother and his aunt both submitting their pussies to his cast-iron cock lunging its way, in and out of them.
Oh yeah, his Auntie Barb was one sexy babe, but even though she and her ex had divorced years ago, it did seem odd to Ben that his aunt never remarried.
And what else he found odd that afternoon, was when his aunt talked to his mother about her still-youthful appearance. She had come directly up to his mother, pushing her face and lips titillatingly close to hers, while clasping her hands and arms around her waistline. And then, his Aunt Barb ended up pulling the two of them into what could only be construed as a romantic embrace and semi-lightly kissing her on the lips, with his mother seeming to not put up much resistance to her own sister’s noticeable bisexual-like attentions and flirtations.
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Attending many family gatherings throughout the years, it became kind of an understanding how his aunt was the type of black-sheep renegade of the family. At that time, he didn’t comprehend all that consisted of. But as he had just witnessed what looked to him as her making a flirtatious pass at her own sister, it began to become much clearer to him what the others had been hinting at for those many years.
He also remembered his mother commenting years ago, that it was quite likely her sister only acquired a husband because she didn’t want to suffer the stigma of bearing a child that was born out of wedlock. Because many in the family believed she feared that their religious parents wouldn’t have ever forgiven her, or approved of that.
And what a child she ended up having. It was his beautiful cousin, Samantha, who was only a year older than he was, and she ended up inheriting the same beauty as her mother possessed. And sometimes, it was Samantha that Ben would dwell on while he jerked himself off, desiring to take her to bed with the wonder of how it would feel to unleash his sperm into his escort bursa beautiful cousin’s pussy.
“Okay, I smell something fishy here, Barb. Whenever we’ve had this conversation in the past, you’ve always had somebody you wanted me to meet. I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t do that anymore? So, who is it now?”
“Well, his name is Steve Howard, and he’s a real good guy. And it ends up he doesn’t really live that far from you and Ben.”
“Holy crap, Barb, you gotta stop doing this. I’ve told you before I’m not interested in another man right now. I’m still working on being the best mom for Ben that I can. And my job, that takes up a lot of my time now. Yes, that insurance money came in real handy for Ben and me, but I just don’t think I’ve got the time to try and meet a new guy right now.”
“Sheesh, sis. Don’t you see it? It isn’t going to be too long before Benjamin is going to be starting his own life, finding his own way, and meeting a girl that’s going to take him away from you. It’s how life is supposed to work, honey. You better get on the bandwagon, before that bandwagon goes off and leaves you in the dust. Why don’t you let me at least give you Steve’s phone number. I met him a few years ago, and he’s a real nice guy who served in the army with Gene. You do remember your wonderful ex-brother-in-law, don’t you? He was just over a few weeks ago visiting Sammy, and he asked me if I knew anybody looking for a great guy to meet.
“And, Steve’s got some money saved up, too.”
“Well, if he’s so great, why isn’t he already married, Barb?”
“I’ll tell you why, because his wife had breast cancer and passed away about a year ago, that’s why. And I forgot to mention, he’s not half bad on the eyes, too. He’s about your height, probably a few years older than you, and maybe, just maybe a little on the pudgy side, but you can always fix that. I’m tellin’ ya, Shiloh, he could be the one for you. Why don’t you just meet him to see if he could be a good fit for you, and Benjamin?”
Even though Ben knew his mother and aunt were probably feeling a little tipsy from the wine that they were drinking, he found it interesting that he thought he saw both his mother and his aunt staring at each other’s behinds a lot that day.
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She vividly remembered her first encounter with Steve, when after they spoke on the phone, she invited him over to have dinner with her and Benjamin.
She then laughed to herself, when recollecting how awful that first visit with Steve went. It was hard for her to understand at the time why everything went so badly between her visitor and her son that night. But it became quite apparent after a second, and then a third date between her and Steve that seemed to cause even more of an uproar in her son’s demeanor.
“What’s the matter, son? Why aren’t you getting along with Steve? Yes, I know, he’s not your father or anything like him, but he doesn’t seem to be a bad guy. He’s pretty much like your Aunt Barb described him to me.”
“Yeah, why the hell did she have to get involved in our lives like that? Everything seemed to be going all right until she stuck her nose in our business, mom. I’m tellin’ you, I just don’t like the guy, that’s all!!”
“Honey, you’re not jealous of him are you?”
“Jealous? Mom, are you fucking serious right now?”
“Benjamin Michael Brown, I believe you’re blushing. Is that what it is? Are you jealous of Steve being with me, honey?”
“I just don’t think he deserves you, mom; that’s all. Are you in love with him?”
“Don’t you think it’s a little premature to ask me a question like that, Ben? I’m just getting to know the guy. But I do like the sweet softness that I’ve seen in him. To tell you the truth, honey, that’s all I’ve ever wanted in a man. I thought at first your father had that quality to him, but after we got married, he changed to what he was like for the rest of our time together. I think your grandfather had a lot of influence on him like that.”
“Do you ever see a sweet softness in me, mom? I’m not trying to be a sissy or anything like that. But I’d like to think that women would be attracted to me, like you’re looking for the right man for you.”
“Oh, honey, I see many great qualities in you. You’re very handsome, smart, energetic, you care about people. Did I say handsome? And at times, I have noticed a part of you that I find very sweet. You’re going to make some girl very happy one day. I just know it.”
“And speaking of grandfathers, my dad, your grandfather, too, had many good qualities that I see in you. He seemed to always treat others well, and he had many friends that missed him after he died so young to cancer. And he was handsome. Oh, my dad was a knockout. And you know what, honey, there’s times I look at you, and you seem to almost be the spitting image of my dad. It seems almost uncanny how the older you get, the more you look like your grandfather, honey.
“When I was a lot younger I used to dream of him, thinking that he and I would get married one day. But that was many years ago, before I knew better. But yeah, you remind me of my dad in so many ways, honey. I’ll need to find a picture of him so I can have it on my wall. I still miss him.”