The Wicked Witch

"Sounds like they're becoming impatient. If we don't find the breaker soon, I genuinely believe that those kids are going to kick the door down," Charlotte tried to appear casual as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

"I know where it is," Charlie linked hands with his mom's when she offered it, which she continued to hold his even when he was fully upright. "Let's go, there should be a flashlight around here somewhere."

Charlie carefully edged around the furniture, moving slowly enough to allow his mother to keep up with him. The pitch-black darkness made it almost impossible for Charlie to properly gain his bearings, but the occasional flicker of light through the windows provided him with the brief guidance he needed to lead the way towards the basement. After avoiding taking another unwanted tumble when he encountered the first set of steps leading down to the basement, Charlie gripped the wooden banister and moved steadily, providing his mom with extra support to help her navigate the narrow steps in her towering heels.

Charlie lifted his hand and pressed it to the wall, moving it in a circular pattern in an attempt to locate the flashlight he was sure had been left suspended for such an occasion. Frustration began to seep in as his hand moved aimlessly, unable to find any sign of the cylindrical object. After a minute or so without luck, Charlie suddenly felt his mom leaning against his back, just able to make out her arm moving across his shoulder. Charlotte plucked the flashlight away from the nail holding its strap, handing it over to Charlie.

"Looking for this?" she asked, standing close enough for her warm breath to tickle the back of Charlie's neck, causing almost every hair to stand on end.

"Yeah, thanks," Charlie gave his throat a nervous clearance and pointed the lens of the aged flashlight outwards, giving the handle a quick bump before flipping the switch. To Charlie's dismay, he found the basement in a cluttered state that went far beyond anything he had expected, with stacks of boxes and old furniture leaving only the most narrow of paths ahead. "What the hell? I don't remember the basement ever being this bad."

"Unfortunately, it's become somewhat of a dumping ground for things we haven't been able to get rid of," Charlotte explained, following Charlie as he shuffled forth and barged any obstructions out of the way. "We were waiting for you to head off to college before we had it cleared out."

"Making space for a gym? Charlie joked, swinging the light around to the corners of the basement, looking out for a fuse box.

"No, that's what your room is going to become once you've gone. I'm turning this into our sex dungeon," Charlotte replied, giggling when she felt Charlie stiffen. "I'm kidding, your father would have a heart attack if I ever broached the topic."

"Right," Charlie forced out a laugh to disguise his shock.

Charlie moved deeper into the basement, finding himself stumbling into one too many cobwebs along the way. Progress was slow, hampered by the countless boxes that had been haphazardly shoved out of sight, but Charlie finally spotted the corner of a matte grey unit sticking out from behind an old black leather two-seater couch. Determined to get back up and running without further delay, Charlie drove through the gap and climbed over every hurdle in his way, aiding his mom whenever she needed it.

"This should be it," Charlie exclaimed, pushing the couch back to make some space to pull the metal panel open, barely able to lower down far enough to see the system within. "I can't get my arm far back enough to get the light in here."

"Hold on, give me the flashlight," Charlotte grabbed the light and released Charlie's hand, crawling onto the old leather couch so she could lean across the armrest to aim the cone of yellow light into the box. "How's this?"

"Great, just keep it steady," Charlie squeezed his body into the small gap, banging his forehead against the frame of the box when he attempted to look inside. Peaking inside, he was met by rows of wires that came from almost every direction imaginable, all curling towards the electrical board. "Okay, maybe this isn't as simple as I thought."

"There's a few switches back there," Charlotte pointed at a set of switches that were obscured by the hanging wires. "Reckon any of them might help?"I

"Maybe. But from the looks of it, there's a bigger chance of me being blown away by an electrical surge than there is of me getting the power back on. But I don't think we have any other choice," Charlie sucked in a breath and extended his arm, trying his hardest to avoid touching any of the cables as he threaded his hand towards the switches. Eventually, Charlie's fingers managed to grasp a switch, holding it with apprehension written on his face. "Right, here goes nothing."

Charlie gave the switch a twitch, turning his face away in preparation for the shower of sparks he expected to shoot towards him. But when nothing came of it, Charlie moved onto the next option, stumped when the power refused to show any signs of life. Fearing he was facing a losing battle, Charlie made his final attempt, sagging when not so much as a lightbulb flickered in response.

"I don't get it, surely one of these things should've worked?" Charlie asked, happy to at least be able to retract his hand from the web of wires. "I can't see what the problem is."

"Maybe it's an issue with the grid?" Charlotte shrugged, rolling back into a seated position on the worn cushion, encouraging Charlie to follow her. "Looks like we'll just have to wait and see if they can get things up and running."

"That could take ages," Charlie slid along and took the seat beside his mom, crashing down with more force than he intended, colliding with the wooden frame. "There's barely any stuffing left in this thing. How long has this been down here? I don't ever remember seeing it."

"This beauty has been with your father and I since we first moved in, you could call it our little loveseat," Charlotte laughed when Charlie wrinkled his nose at the mention of his parents sex life. "Once you came along we figured that we needed to freshen up the house, but I could never bring myself to dump the couch, too many good memories."

"I think I can live without hearing too much about what you and dad used to get up to before I came along," Charlie half lied, unable to rid himself of the indecent thoughts that came whenever he looked at his mom in her risqué costume.

"I can understand that," Charlotte moved a touch closer to Charlie, until their bodies were pressed together when they reached the incline between the two cushions. "This old thing gave your father and I some memories we'll never forget. Perhaps you and I can make some new ones, if you'd like?"

"Meaning?" Charlie said, picking up on an unfamiliar gleam in his mom's eyes.

"I think you know," Charlotte placed a hand on Charlie's thigh, immediately bringing it up to the bulge that had been building since Charlie had first seen his mom in her costume. "Come on, Charlie, your eyes haven't once left my body since you saw me wearing this outfit."

"Can you blame me? I've never seen you wearing anything close to something as revealing as this," Charlie tried to make his excuse, knowing his mom didn't buy it one bit. "I couldn't help myself."

"Uh-huh, and you're sure that you weren't imagining me in a more compromising position while dressed this way?" Charlotte persisted, able to catch the red tinge that appeared on Charlie's cheeks. "You can always be honest with me, sweetheart. I think you'll find that honesty will always be rewarded."

"I don't know... maybe? The whole getup just took me by surprise, my mind went a little haywire," Charlie confessed, feeling his heart pounding heavily in his chest when his mom's fingers danced across his thigh, moving within range of his tent. "I've never really thought about you that way before."

"What way?"

"Sexually," Charlie whispered, hardly able to believe that the word had left his lips, watching in awe as the tips of his mom's fingers bumped against his bulge, slowly moving until they fully engulfed it.

"And there's nothing wrong with that. I'm just happy to hear that I've still got it at thirty-nine," Charlotte smirked, grasping the bulge firmly, causing to expand even further. "And now you have me all to yourself, willing to do whatever you like. All you have to do is let go of any concerns that are rattling around in that head of yours."

"We couldn't do that!" Charlie balked, trying to ignore the lustful voice in his head screaming at him to leap at the opportunity he was being gifted.

"Why not? It's just us here, no-one will know what we've done here tonight," Charlotte moved in, already in the process of sliding Charlie's zipper down. "Halloween is all about treats, and I have just the one you're looking for. Do you want me to stop?"

"God no," Charlie hissed, clenching his eyes shut when his manhood escaped from its confines where it was immediately taken in Charlotte's grasp.

"Mmm, would you like to get this inside me?" Charlotte whispered in a husky breath directly into Charlie's ear, slowly stroking his engorged cock. "Because it sure feels like it."

"I would," Charlie said, no longer able to hold back the tide, buckling as every indecent fantasy he possessed rose to the surface.

"Would you like to fuck me?" Charlotte continued, rolling her thumb around the crown of his cock-head. "Hmm? Do you want to stuff this cock into your mother's tight pussy?"

"Yesss!" Charlie gasped, worrying that he was coming close to a premature climax. But any thoughts of a quick finish were abruptly ended when Charlotte released his cock, giving it the chance it needed to come down from its high.

"Then take me," Charlotte turned her body and lifted her legs onto the musty old couch, resting back against the desperately worn armrest. She spread her legs apart to reveal her naked sex, devoid of even a scrap of underwear, much to the surprise of her son. "I know, I really leaned into the 'Wicked' aspect of the costume, I couldn't resist."

"I'm glad you didn't," Charlie nodded, hoisting himself onto the couch, fumbling as he rushed to shrug his pants down, crawling towards his mom like a man possessed.

"I can see that," Charlotte grinned, flaring her eyes as she watched Charlie's cock swaying during his approach. She settled back raised her skirt until it bunched around her waist, leaving absolutely nothing in the way to prevent her son's imminent entry. "Closer, sweetie. Give this debauched witch what she deserves!"

Her words were all Charlie needed to cast away any doubts he was still clinging onto. He kept up his approach, moving along until he found himself in a position he never imagined he would find himself in; nestled between the long legs belonging to his mother. With a few adjustments, Charlie brought his hips level with hers, tilting his cock down so it was perfectly in line with her slit.

"You're so close," Charlotte cooed, reaching across to grasp the underside of Charlie's twitching cock, reeling it in until it made contact, sending a powerful shiver through both of their bodies. "One last push, that's all you need. Are you still sure this is what you want?"

"It is, I need you," Charlie meant every word, staring intently into his mom's twinkling eyes. He was certain there would be consequences for his actions later on, but in that moment he didn't care one bit, not when he was so close to living out something that was the very definition of taboo.

"Then slide into me," Charlotte moaned, sinking back when Charlie pressed his cock against her slit, forcing his head to breach her. "Keep going, sweetie."

Charlie took her encouragement as a challenge, but withstood the urge to drive his full length in with a single thrust. Wanting to savour the moment, Charlie gracefully lowered his body and closed his eyes, groaning as each inch of his pulsating organ was enveloped by his mom's womanhood, feeling her walls hugging his organ. His descent was gradual, lacking the clumsiness he would have experienced had the woman beneath him been anyone else. Charlie moved with a sense of care, waiting for her pussy expand and mould to the size and curvature of his member before slotting another inch into her

"Deeper, Charlie, I promise that I can take whatever you can give me," Charlotte urged him, raking her black acrylic nails across Charlie's back, watching him draw ever closer with every inch he fed into her. "I assume you thought that your night would have been a lot different had your friend's party gone ahead?"

"Considering that Martin had every bedroom in his house ready for anyone looking for some fun, I'd like to think that I could have snagged one of the girls," Charlie boasted, grinning when his mom responded with a roll of her eyes.

"When did you become so cocky?" Charlotte smirked, ruffled Charlie's hair, stretching her legs out to accommodate Charlie as he reached the final stretch, with only a couple of inches still remaining exposed. "And I trust that you would have been smart enough to pay attention in sex ed. and would have remembered to use protection?"

"I'm not stupid, I know better than to hook up with a stranger without a condom," Charlie looked down and observed the last inch vanish into his mother's warm pussy, a sight that stole the breath from his lungs.

"And yet you're willing to do the exact opposite with your mother?" Charlotte teased him, watching the panic set in when Charlie absorbed her words.

"I... I didn't realise," Charlie stammered, left frozen in place as reality reared its deeply unwanted presence. "I didn't even think t-"

"Listen to me, you have nothing to be worried about. I could've stopped you at any point, so I'm the one who should take full responsibility for this," Charlotte set him at ease, raising her head to press her lips to Charlie's, feeling the concern drain from him with every second that passed with their lips locked in a tender kiss. "But given the expression that was etched on your face when you were busy stuffing me up, it looks like skin on skin contact was the best option."

"You can say that again," Charlie plunged his tongue into his mom's mouth, fighting with hers as a primal instinct drove his hips like a pendulum, coaxed by the manner in which her tunnel contracted around his length. "I wasn't thinking clearly, this whole situation is so overwhelming."

"Charlie, you're currently fucking your mother on the couch you were likely conceived on, I don't think anyone can blame you for being a tad overwhelmed," Charlotte gasped softly, feeling Charlie picking up speed as his confidence flourished. "We're already knee deep in something that's very frowned upon, we might as well enjoy every tiny moment of it."

Taking her words to heart, Charlie started to move his lower body with a determined approach, going from tentative thrusts to swift heaves that saw him crashing against Charlotte. Charlied continued to plunder his mother's mouth, sliding a hand along her athletic leg, embracing her in a way that only true lover could. Charlie braced himself by setting a hand down on the armrest, accidentally knocking her hat off as he gave himself the support necessary if he wanted to accelerate towards his peak.

"Faster, Charlie! This old couch has seen a thing or two over the years, it can take whatever we can give it," Charlotte lapped at Charlie's tongue, using her experience to easily dominate him. Lifting her legs back, Charlotte hooked them over his shoulders and used them to guide his swinging body, a trick that always worked whenever she used it on her husband. "There you go, you're so deep, sweetie. Can you feel it?"

"I can," Charlie felt his tip striking his mom's cervix, hitting the opening with every full plunge of his cock as his lust-ravaged body became a jittery mess. It was enough to send him into overdrive, pushing him ever closer to his tipping point. "I'm not gonna make it much longer, I have to cum!"

"Listen to what your body wants," Charlotte tightened her legs further, locking Charlie in placea physical sign of what she wanted him to do. "You need to finish inside me, sweetie, I can see the desire in your eyes. You want to cum in me, it's an urge you can't control!"

"Take it!" was all Charlie could say as a fog descended upon him.

One final thrust saw him wedge his member down to the base, kissing the opening to his mom's most sacred region with the uppermost tip of his cock-head. A serene atmosphere shrouded the pair in that moment, heightening the emotions they both shared when Charlie's dam finally burst, sending a torrent of churning sperm directly into his mother's cervix. The sheer power of his ejaculation was unlike anything he had encountered with any other partner he had been with, as though some primal section his mind awakened with every spurt of cum he spewed into his mother's fertile body, enhanced by the lack of any protection.

"There's so much of it," Charlotte breathed, placing her head back against the armrest, shivering as Charlie forced out the last drops of his seed, coating her cervix with his frothy white discharge. "Get it all out, fill me up."

"I'm giving you every drop!" Charlie's muscles strained as the last burst erupted, sending him collapsing onto his mom, gulping down heavy intakes of breath. With his head buried in the crook of her shoulder, he took a moment to appreciate the sensation of having her breasts firmly pressed against his chest, rising and falling with every breath.

"Charlie, are you alright?" Charlotte asked, with a clear degree of weariness in her voice. She unlocked her legs and let them spill across the leather cushions, tenderly brushing Charlie's hair as he sluggishly shifted about "Hmmm, I thought you passed out there for a moment."

"Almost did," Charlie stared down at her, noticing a distinct glow that only added to her remarkable beauty. "I can't believe we actually did that, it was so... "

"Beautiful?" Charlotte smiled when her response earned a cautious nod. "You were unbelievable, sweetie. Any regrets?"

"I know I should regret it, we shattered just about every boundary that should exist between a mother and son. But in all honesty, I don't regret a thing," Charlie admitted, moving away to dislodge his spent cock, freeing his mom from the small corner he had forced her into. Seeing the lopsided grin her lips formed, Charlie's post-orgasmic bliss quickly gave way to suspicion. "The power outage wasn't really an accident, was it?"

"I heard through the grapevine that Martin's little soirée had suffered a major setback. I figured you would be stuck here for the night. I've had this outfit tucked away for a while now, but I just couldn't find an excuse to put it to good use. All I needed was the right excuse to get us together, and this was the best plan I could conjure up" Charlotte looked down and found a stream of her son's thick white cum dribbling from her sex, dripping to the cracked leather below. "By the looks of it, it did the job. You aren't mad about my little fib? Are you, sweetie?"

"I just got to fuck one of the most attractive women in town, I don't think I have much to complain about," Charlie shared a warm laugh with his mom, helping her to sit upright, brushing her golden hair back to kiss her neck. "But what now? We crossed a pretty big line, there's no coming back from that."

"Right now, I'll have to get the power working, I don't want to give anyone an excuse to egg the house," Charlotte moaned softly as her son traced his lips along her neck, letting Charlie hear the continuous bangs on the front door.

"But after that?" Charlie whispered, moving his fingers down to his mom's womanhood, massaging her labia as his cum seeped from her slit, tempted to let his house get egged if it meant being able to keep his mom on the couch with her legs pointed at the ceiling.