Magical Incest Chapter 1 Of 5: The Black Candle free porn video

This story I'm about to tell you isn't going to be your typical type of taboo story where a mother falls into the dark desire of having a sexual and lusting relationship with her son, or vice versa, for that matter. No, this story hinges on something even darker than that. A force that has been around longer than incest itself has existed. In fact, you might even think it was more of a taboo since very little has been known of the subject to this day, with only a handful of people even accepting its presence.

To help you better comprehend the power this hidden force can have, I'll take you on a journey into the life of one that unbeknownst to him had, in the end, experienced firsthand what could happen to any unsuspecting person if not aware of its presence.

With that said, I'll now begin my story...

Dean was your average twenty-year-old and, like most twenty-year-olds these days, still lived at home with his mother. Yes, only his mother since his father ran off when he was still an infant.

Macey, Dean's mother, was a very attractive thirty-nine-year-old blonde with puffy light-colored lips and brown eyes. Her measurements are 36x24x32 and a D-size chest; her curvy figure appealed to just about everyone. 

But you need more than good looks and a sexy figure to make ends meet in this world, so things were hard for both of them as the years passed. 

However, being poor had never bothered Dean. In fact, he was very proud of his mom since he realized how hard she'd worked over the years to give him the best she could. He even suggested that he'd skip going to college once he turned of age and get himself a job to finally help her out with the never-ending bills they always had.

Of course, Macey wouldn't hear of it since she'd worked as a waitress his entire life, and after tucking away what little money she could, she had finally saved up enough for him to at least attend the local community college.

Dean knew this was something his mother wished for him, so he accepted her request and went to college, where he studied to be an electrician with a heavy heart.

However, the group of guys he hung with at the school back then would pay more attention to the girls and partying than doing actual work, which had started to affect his studies.

But the most despicable thing his so-called friends would do daily would be to harass this one particular boy named Cathal. Not a single day would go by that they didn't call him a mama's boy and would then put him down for his choice of clothing.

Dean would feel a lump grow in this throat as he just watched when this would take place. Yes, he knew this was wrong, but he didn't want to lose favor with them until he found out how similar he was to Cathal.

You see, the word quickly spread around school that, like Dean, Cathal lived with his single mother at home. But, unlike his mother's job, her occupation was that of a palm reader, and when the guys got wind of that, they added her to their jokes.

This carried on until the day Dean watched as one of his buddies knocked the books out of Cathal's hand, sending his papers flying everywhere.

That was the last straw. Finally, Dean couldn't take it anymore, and as the guys stood over Cathal laughing, he bent down and helped him pick them up.

"Hey dude, let him clean up his own mess," one of the guys yelled.

Dean looked at Cathal on a bent knee, "Sorry about that, Cathal. Sometimes they can be assholes".

Cathal shuffled his papers back into a pile as he mumbled in a painful tone, "I'm used to it now."

Dean felt like a heel as he handed Cathal the last of papers and said, "Here you go."

"Thanks, someday I'll find a way to return the favor," Cathal said as he took the papers off Dean and added them to his pile.

"No need; it's the least I can do for being such an ass myself."

Dean stood up and walked over to the guys who were still laughing and calling Cathal names.

"Come on, guys, give him a break already. I think that's enough."

"Hey... Are you getting soft on us? You're not feeling sorry for that loser, are you?" one of the guys said.

However, before Dean could answer, another buddy yelled out, "Maybe he's a mama's boy also?"

Dean grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall, lifting him in the air, "You're two seconds away from this mama's boy kicking your ass!"

"Hey, cool down, dude. I was only joking, geez."

Dean dropped him and let go of his shirt, "That's enough!"

The gang didn't say another word and just walked away while Dean stood his ground and watched until they turned a corner.

Then before strolling down the hallway, he looked back at Cathal, who smiled and waved as he ventured in the other direction.

When Dean's mom asked how his day went home that evening, he lowered his head when he explained what had happened.

Macey frowned as she shook her head and said, "Why are you hanging around with such jerks?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Dean replied, "I really don't know, Mom."

"Well, it sounds to me like Cathal might be more of a friend to you than those other boys would be."

"You're probably right, Mom," Dean announced as he got up from the dinner table. "I'm going to my room, Mom. I have a report I have to do."

"Okay, sweetie," Macey said and gave him a peck on his cheek before he left.

Dean entered his room and closed the door. He then tossed his books on his bed as he sat on the chair next to his wooden study table and, in the process, noticed how a single piece of paper had flown out from one of the pages. Then, picking it up from the floor, he spied how the handwriting on it wasn't his.

Whose is this? He pondered as he read what was on the sheet.

Across the top of the page were written a bunch of numbers, and after studying it. It appeared as if it might be an IP address.

Being curious, Dean fired up his laptop and typed in the numbers, which loaded a page with nothing but titles that were web links.

Now Dean wasn't a fool and figured this had to be some kind of a prank his buddies were playing on him for what happened today and he was just about to close the website when something stopped him. 

The names of the titles were odd, not your typical titles and only added to Dean's curiosity.

Fuck it. Dean thought as he threw caution into the wind and clicked the first one labeled "The Black Candle," and another page opened, revealing what appeared to be a story of some kind.

Happy nothing had happened after opening the page, Dean settled in his chair and began to read.

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"Hi, my name is Caiden," the story started off and then followed with, "and this is how I got my mother interested in having sex with me."

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"Holy Shit!" Dean yelled out as he rocketed from his chair, causing it to tip backward and crash loudly to the floor.

"What's wrong?" he heard his mother yell from beyond the bedroom door.

"Umm... Nothing, Mom, I just remembered I forgot an important paper at school."

Flabbergasted, Dean sat back down and read some more.

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You see, a short time ago, the idea of me having sex with my gorgeous mother came to light, and yes, I know it's a sin to be having such thoughts, but now I find myself fantasizing about fucking Johanna, 'my mother,' all the time.

Let me describe her to you before you judge me and see if you would be able to keep your horny throbbing cock at bay for as long as I have.

Johanna, my mother, was thirty-eight at the time and five foot four with a slim waist. When my mother would clean up around the house, she always did this braless and would wear these light-colored tight shirts that would visibly show off her nice large areolas as they protruded outward from her wonderful C-size breasts. Mom's hair is jet black, cut to her shoulders, and she has dark brown eyes. Lastly, Mom has a pair of soft puffy lips that I would imagine were wrapped around my thick cock on more than one occasion until I blew my load in her mouth.

So now that you have an idea of what she looks like, I'll try and explain how my obsession came about. It was the day I came home and noticed my mother’s laptop was left open on the kitchen table.

Mom was in the other room at the time talking to my Dad on the phone when I just happened to glance at what was left up on the screen. To say I was shocked would be an understatement because, in plain sight, I was reading a post that my mother was about to send to this forum that dealt with incest. My eyes scrolled down the page, and I felt myself getting stiff when I read, “In need of help. As of late, I’m finding it very hard to stop thinking about fucking my son Caiden. I know that it's wrong to have these feelings, but it's getting harder to hide these sexual urges that I’m experiencing.” Unfortunately, I never got a chance to finish reading the entire post because I could hear my mother heading my way and made a mad dash out of the room. Of course, I was dumbfounded after reading that, but strangely a little turned on also.

But the icing on the cake was when I unexpectedly came home the following night. I was supposed to be at a friend's house for the night, and we had a big fight, so I just bailed and went home. The place was dark when I got there, and I just figured my parents had retired early. But, unknown to me at the time, Dad had left on an overnight business trip, and it was just mom at home.

As I crept up the stairs to my room, I heard a faint moan, which grew louder as I ventured closer to my parent's open bedroom door. Cautiously, as I peeked inside the darkroom, my jaw dropped. There was my sweet loving mother, on her back, stripped naked, with her slender legs spread wide, rubbing her right-hand index and middle finger feverishly from side to side over her clit, while her left hand grasped at her luscious breast. The sight of Mom indulging in such wicked self-pleasure opened my eyes to her being more than just my caring mother. Now she was this sexy creature that enjoyed having her pussy toyed with, and that notion was way too much for my young soul to handle.

My dick quickly became super hard as Mom moaned and gyrated her hips off the bed to her prying fingers as they hastily worked in and out of her most sacred spot, and I couldn't help but rub my stiff member over my jeans.

I became fixated at the sight of Mom, and my new dark desire to fuck her just exploded inside me. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to slide my rock-hard prick inside her snatch, and as she bucked hard off the bed, I began to jerk off in the hallway. My grunts soon matched Moms' moans as her fingers rammed steadily inside her cunt, causing me to become lost in this unthinkable act I was doing.

Fuck, this was so dirty and sinful to do in my mother's presence, but I was too far gone to stop it now. In fact, I couldn't hold back any longer when Mom pushed her hand tight against herself as her legs squeezed together.

I exploded, loudly grunting when Mom whimpered, "Oh...oh... ohhh Fuck me, Caiden. Fuck mommy," as her back arched off the bed while her legs started to tremble.

Only my grunts caught Mom's ear over her own whimpers, and she looked up gasping, "Caiden!"

Oh, fuck! My mind screamed in a panic as I shuffled as fast as I could with my pants still down to my ankles back to the safety of my room.

Only as I hastily closed my door, Mom barged inside, catching me still with my pants down.

She was wearing a black feathery long nightshirt she must have hastily tossed on and yelled, "What are you doing home? Why were you spying on me? Why were you doing that? Well... Doing you know what in the hallway?"

I stumbled over my words as I tried to explain what happened to my friends.

But Mom cut me off and scolded me again, saying, "That doesn't explain why you were masturbating in the hallway!"

I held my head low as I mumbled how I just got excited seeing her that way and couldn't help myself.

Mom replied, with her arms crossed. "Well, I guess it's my fault for not closing my door." She then shook her finger at me and added, "But watching me was just wrong!"

I just kept my head down and nodded.

There was a long pause before I heard Mom say, "I guess if you understand why it was wrong, I can forget this ever happened." and turned away, closing the door behind her.

That night I couldn't believe what I heard. Did she really ask me to fuck her? Or did I imagine it? Either way, I jerked off several more times, not able to shake the image of Mom climaxing and wished it were me and not her fingers filling her up. Finally, it became apparent that dad wasn't doing his manly duties.

Why else would Mom be masturbating and thinking about fucking me right after he left? I thought to myself.

So that was it. I was set on finding a way to have my mother want to fuck me for real instead of only in her mind. But how? I trolled through hundreds of pages on the internet about the subject, and they all seemed lame. More fictitious than true, until by accident, I came across a webpage about witchcraft and how different spells could make someone sexually attracted to you. Then, after reading more into the subject, I came across an article written about the effects a black candle can have on a person, and it appeared to be the best option for me to try.

So I ordered a couple of them online and began to memorize the phrase I would need to say for the candle's magical powers to take effect on my unsuspecting mother.

Four days later, the candles arrived, and that night when I was sure my parents were asleep, I began my new nightly task.

Following the instructions, I shed all my clothes and lit one of the black candles. Then as I sat in front of it, I said the incantation and placed a picture of my mother next to the lit flame before staring at her sexy figure while I jerked off to it. Faster and faster, I yanked on my tool, letting my dark desire to fuck her fill up my soul until I finally let my cock erupt in a massive explosion. I swear I could feel something leaving my body as I said the last phase before blowing out the candle.

The next night I again repeated the entire process and did this for a solid week. I wasn't sure how long this process would take or if it was working, but I began to see a subtle change in my mother's attitude towards me. Mom appeared to be giddier in my presence and had a sparkle in her eye I never saw before. At least, that is what I perceived at the time.

I wasn't sure whether it was true or not, so just to be on the safe side besides burning the candle every night, I also did more stuff around the house. Which I think also helped since Mom became more touchy and her clothes a little more revealing when my father wasn't present.

Then came the Saturday Dad told Mom he was going golfing with some buddies from work. I could tell Mom was bummed and heard her say how he promised to take her to see the new romantic movie showing at the local theater.

Quickly I interrupted and said, "Hey, Mom, I'll go with you."

Dad looked puzzled with my response but said he'd even pay.

Mom looked at me and replied, "Now why would my son want to spend a Saturday in a theater with his old mother and watch a movie he didn't really want to see."

"I don't mind, honest Mom. Besides, I don't have anything else planned."

Mom smiled and palmed my cheek before saying, "I'll go get myself ready," and then she walked away.

Dad handed me some cash and softly spoke, "Thanks, Son. I owe you for this."

"No problem, Dad," I said as I put the cash in my wallet.

Dad had already left when Mom came downstairs from changing, and I tried not to gawk when I noticed the little black dress she choose to wear.

"What do you think?" she said and did a flirtatious spin.

"Hot, Mom. I swear."

Mom laughed and playfully slapped my arm. "You better get ready yourself if we're going to catch the next show."

"Okay, Mom, I'll be quick."

Flying up to my room, I tore off my clothes and changed into a pair of black dress pants and a white button-down shirt.

I rushed back down the steps and heard Mom say, "Now don't you look handsome."

"Thanks, Mom, but I'm the lucky one. Being with such a beautiful woman."

Again Mom chuckled, and we walked to the car. I held the door open for her, and Mom slid inside. She was again saying what a gentleman I've become. I kept complimenting Mom on her appearance until we reached the cinema, and once inside, I let her decide where we should sit. Mom picked a spot halfway down and towards the center, and we settled in. When the lights dimmed, Mom took my hand in hers and rested her head on my arm.

It felt wonderful having her so close to me and made me want to get even closer. So I let go of Mom's hand and put my arm over her shoulder. Mom smiled as she cuddled in while placing her palm on my thigh before returning to watch the movie.

The movie was a chick flick, but I didn't mind at all because every time a romantic scene would appear on the screen, Mom would snuggle her head into my armpit and lightly rub my leg while I ran my hand over her arm.

When the movie ended, Mom sighed as she patted my thigh and cheerfully said, "Wasn't that great."

"Yea, Mom. I enjoyed it."

As we walked outside, Mom turned on her phone and noticed Dad had left a message.

"Well, your father is going to the pub with his friends and won't be home until later on," she said, then sighed.

"Well, that's okay, Mom. We can order some takeout and still enjoy a nice evening at home without him."

Mom smiled and moved next to me, putting her arm around my waist. I put my arm over her shoulder, and we walked like a genuine couple back to the car.

Once in the car, Mom called a Chinese place and ordered for us. She was happy when we arrived home and walked inside, arm in arm like we did when leaving the theater.

Mom went into the kitchen to get some plates and told me to put the stuff on the dining room table. So I did and was surprised when Mom came in holding a full bottle of wine.

"Wine, Mom?"

"Yes, I'm in the mood for a nice tall glass tonight."

We talked and laughed as we ate and drank the wine. The bottle was half empty when I suggested we take it in the living room and watch another movie on the blu-ray.

Mom agreed and already had a film in mind. So as I sat on the couch and poured us another glass, I admired Mom's ass as she bent over to pop the movie in. I think she caught me staring because when she stood up and turned around, she smiled with a strange devilish grin before turning out the lights and sitting beside me.

I handed Mom her glass and made a quick toast saying, "To the most beautiful woman in the world," and tapped her glass with mine. Mom smiled big and gulped the last of her drink before sitting back nestling next to me as my arm draped over her shoulder like before.

Mom's hand was once again on my thigh, but this time she was playfully rubbing my leg as I ran my hand up and down her arm. It was halfway through the movie when I felt Mom's hand slowly rising higher up my leg and felt my dick become stiff when I realized how close her fingers were getting next to my groin. I squeezed Mom's arm, and she did the same to my thigh.

It's now or never. I thought and leaned over, kissing Mom's forehead as it lay on my arm.

Mom stretched, extending her left hand out as her right hand rubbed all the way down my leg to my knee and slowly back up to just below my manhood. She looked up at me and whispered, "This feels so nice."

"Mmm. Yes, it does," I said as I lowered my head once more and kissed the tip of her nose.

Mom nuzzled my nose and replied, "I don't know why but it just feels so... So right."

"I agree," I said, kissing the tip of her nose again, only this time letting my lips linger there, and felt her hand just graze my crotch as she cooed in contentment.

Again I kissed her, this time lightly on her lips, which Mom welcomed by opening her mouth and kissing me back as her hand ran across my crotch, sending a shiver up my spine.

"Mmm... oh... mmm," Mom moaned in my mouth as our kisses grew with more passion and aggression.

"Oh... Honey... I shouldn’t feel this way," Mom sighed. "What... Oh god, what are we doing?

"We're exploring our desires, Mom," I said as I extended my arm from the top of Mom's shoulder to across her chest and slowly fondled her breast.

"Oh, ffffuck," Mom moaned as her hand cupped my balls before seductively whispering, "But we... We shouldn't be doing this. It's not right."

Quickly easing my free hand, I slipped it under Mom's short dress until it was against her mound and replied, "Nobody has to know."

Mom sighed as her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Then as I pressed my hand firmly across her mound, I heard Mom mumble lustfully, "Oh my god..."

With Mom's head still leaning back, I lightly pecked her neck, and her legs split wider, giving my hand more access to her hidden sacred spot. I could feel the heat building between her legs and pressed my thumb hard into her mound until I found her hard clit.

"Mmm. Ah... ah... oh... mmm..." Mom whined in her lustful state while her hips pushed at my thumb as her hand hesitantly fumbled with my trousers until my stiff cock was wrapped in her fingers.

Mom's hand stayed motionless. She must have been still indecisive, and I softly expressed, "It's okay, Mom. I want you to. Let me feel what's it like to have you jerking me off."

"Oh, Caiden..." she sighed as her hand slowly motioned over my cock.

Fuck, her fingers felt fantastic as they slid up and down my shaft and brought out more of my dark desire to have her. Kissing Mom hard, I slipped my hand inside her panties and snaked a finger into her sweet snatch for the first time.

I could feel her wetness encompassing around my finger as I sank it deeper inside her pussy before pulling it out to add another two digits into the mix.

Still kissing Mom hard, I worked my fingers deep inside her depths, causing her to moan and whimper between our lips while her hand feverishly worked on my shaft.

Faster and harder, our hands worked to bring out more of your forbidden desire. I was sure it wouldn't be long before my dick would get swallowed up by her pussy.

Unfortunately, I think mom felt the same because that's when she broke our kiss while releasing my cock and shrieked. "Wait, Caiden! Wait! We... we should stop. This is... This is so wrong. Oh my god, I'm... I'm your mother!"

However, I ignored her plea and swiftly went to my knees. Then, shoving her dress up past her ass before she could protest, I hastily tore her panties off and flicked my tongue across her puffy folds.

Mom gasped and made a half-attempted effort to push me away with her hands, whimpering, "Please... Ugh... Caiden! Ugh... ugh... ugh. This is... oh! Is... ah! Innn ...cest!"

Mom's pleading became silent as I continued my assault on her pussy lips, and when my tongue tickled her clit I felt her hands no longer pushing but pulling at my head. The faster I tongued her little bud, the harder she pushed until Mom was grinding my face against her pussy as her ass rose off the couch.

"Caiden... Ahhh! Mmm... mmm... ohhh. So wrong... God, this is so wrong," Mom wailed as she gyrated her love hole on me while I stealthfully managed to slip off my trousers undetected before easing two fingers inside her snatch.

Mom quivered and moaned in contentment as I inserted my fourth and final digit while nibbling on her clit.

Bucking and squirming wildly, Mom was going crazy as I twisted and finger fucked her pussy until it appeared she was sexually lost in the moment.

Quickly I stood up and moved between her legs. Then, easing myself forward, I kissed Mom hard, catching her moans in my mouth as I felt my stiff dick bumping against my hand as it feverishly finger fucked her cunt.

Mom's legs pushed her ass high in the air as she panted profusely in my mouth over and over again.

“Mmm… mmm… mmm…” Mom moaned as her ass lifted, meeting my fingers when they sank deep inside her.

Timing her thrusts, I patiently waited until I had her rhythm down and then quickly removed my fingers, catching her forbidden muff with my cock exactly as it rose from the sofa.

Mom broke our kiss and loudly huffed when I pushed forward and jabbed my pole halfway inside her.

I think mom was in shock at first, but finally, she gasped, "Oh no! Oh my god! We... we... we're fucking!"

I was too far gone now to stop, and as mom looked into my eyes in astonishment, I rammed the rest inside her and heard her sigh loudly when I bottomed out.

"Oooh, God!!!" Mom moaned as I closed my eyes when I pushed and pulled my steel pole hard against my mother's wonderful womb savoring how glorious it felt to have my cock nestled inside her pussy.

"So wrong! Oh god, this is so wrong! We’re fucking! I’m… ugh! I’m… ugh! I’m fucking my baby boy!!!" Mom whimpered, but in the process, I could feel her ass lifting off the sofa, meeting my every thrust.

Faster and harder, I went and croaked, "We are, Mom. We are. And you can’t deny how great it feels. Fuck, your cunt is grasping my dick so hard."

"But it's... Oh... It's incest. We mustn't be... do... ing... thisss..." She implored.

Grunting and huffing, I went for broke and jackhammered my dick inside her pussy while listening to the loud squishing sounds her pussy was making.

There was no doubt now she was hot and as the sweat poured off my body, I saw her eyes widely opened when she yelled, "Oh no! Caiden! Oh god, no! You're... you're going to... Oh, fuck! You're going to make me c... c... come!"

"That's it, Mom," I expressed, adding even more speed. "Come on your son's cock! You know you want to."

"OH NO!" Mom wailed as I felt her pussy clutching my shaft.

"Do it, Mom! Come for me! Show me how hard I can make you come!" I hissed as her legs then tightened around my waist.

"Oh God, help me! I'm coming! I'M COMING!!!" Mom howled as her body shuddered, and I fucked as fast as I could until I exploded inside her, letting my juices mix with hers.

Resting my head on her pounding chest, I heard mom pant, "We... Ha... ha... ha... We can't ever let that happen again."

But I just looked up and smiled as I stretched up and kissed her. Then I kissed her again and kept kissing her until she was more than willingly pecking me back.

Those light kisses turned into harder ones as the forbidden sexual passion grew once more between us. Then as our lips stayed pressed together, I began to move my still lodged dick slowly and felt her cunt twitch. So I pushed again and felt another twitch, and yet again and again.

Slowly my dick began to stiffen, and as it did, I increased my speed until once again, mom was moaning as I shoved in and out of her.

No longer pleading, Mom lifted her legs which allowed me to ease them over my shoulders and slam my raging boner deeper yet into her forbidden hole.

Mom thrashed and wailed, yelling, "YESS! YES! Fuck me, Caiden! Fuck mommy harder. Harder, Honey, harder! Oh my god, you're doing it, baby! You're going to make mommy come again!"

With a deep hard thrust, I plowed inside my mother. Over and over again while she grabbed at my ass, helping my dick to sink deeper into her depths.

YES! YES! CHRIST!!! she screamed. "I'm coming! Fuck Honey! I'm... I'm... I'm c... c... coming again!!!"

I felt Mom gush as my balls smashed against her skin while she came for a second time. I fucked straight through her orgasm and heard her whimper, "Come for me, Caiden. Come for mama. God, I can’t help it. I want to feel you explode inside me."

"Not... Yet... Mom..." I grunted and pulled out just long enough to spin her around and face the sofa. Mom put her arms over the back of the couch and eased her ass towards me as I took hold of her hips and slid balls deep back inside her cunt.

Mom was pushing back, meeting my every thrust, and screamed out, "Oh my god, Caiden! Mmm. Ohhh, Son! You're fucking mommy better than your father ever had!"

I could feel my sperm getting ready to exploded and grunted. "I'm going to blow any second, Mom."

I then felt Mom tighten her pussy around my dick. So I grabbed her arms and pulled them back to me as I slammed my dick feverishly in and out of her soaked snatch until we both exponentially wailed and groaned when we climaxed together.

Unfortunately, that was the point when Dad's car pulled up into the driveway, sending Mom and me into a frantic effort to fix our clothes. Mom quickly stuffed her torn panties into my pants pocket just as we dashed back to the couch and pretended to be enjoying the movie.

Dad entered the dim room and asked why the room was so dark, and Mom rapidly said, "Your son and I are watching what's left of this movie. Unlike you, he enjoys my company."

"Well, umm. I'll let you two get back to it then. I'm kind of beat."

Mom made a "Hmpf" sound as Dad slowly went upstairs.

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