Chapter 3: Forbidden Vows
: The Ritual
The morning light spilled through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom, casting a golden glow over the rumpled sheets where Ben and Emily had spent the night tangled in each other’s limbs. The air was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, musk, and the faint metallic tang of something darker, something forbidden. Ben lay on his back, his chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths, his mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. The weight of what they had done pressed down on him like a physical force, but beneath it, a darker, more insidious thrill coiled in his gut.
He turned to look at Emily but realized that she wasn't there...A few minutes later Emily appeared with a tray filled with pancakes and bacon, warm syrup and orange juice. "Good morning my love!" Emily chirped, and set the tray down. " I wanted to get you a great start to the day!"
"Thank you so much Mom...I love it!" The two sat on the bed eating the breakfast and smiling at each other. When they were finished Emily put aside the tray and said: "We need to talk Ben..." "I agree!" Ben responded. Emily came closer to Ben and gently kissed him on the lips, her nightgown showing just enough cleavage and almost showing one of her pink-brown nipples. Ben's penis started to stiffen - something that Emily immediately noticed and smiled about.
"Sweetheart - in the heat of passion we said many things to each other. But...I need t know...did you mean what you said to me?" Emily gently bit her bottom lip, her hands twisted slightly with nervousness. "I mean...you made some commitments to me, darling...?"
Ben gently held his step-mom in his arms and whispered: "I meant every one of them Mom. I will always be her4e for you...I want to commit to you and I want you to commit to me!" Emily sighed as she melted into her step-son's arms and they kissed lovingly and romantically for 10 minutes or so. "To prove that to you...I need to go to the State U this morning and get registered for the Fall classes, so you have to let me up!" Ben said laughingly. Emily reluctantly let him go but said: "If you are serious about binding yourself to me - for us to bind to each other...? I have a special ritual that comes down from traditional Japanese custom. Part of it involves a special drink called Bloody Pussy Poison. Would you be willing to commit to me with this ritual my darling? Tonight...?"
Ben nodded and said: "Tell me what to do Mom and I will do it. I'm looking forward to the Bloody thing...!" and he gave her that wonderful, crooked smile that melted her heart. After taking a shower Ben left for the campus of State U and Emily began preparations for the evening's ritual...
Emily had spent the entire day preparing, her heart pounding with both excitement and trepidation. The master bathroom was filled with the sweet, musky scent of Japanese erotic incense and sandalwood, the steam from the bath curling around her as she sank into the water, her body already slick with oil. She took her time, running her hands over her skin, her breath hitching as she remembered the way Ben had touched her the night before. She was ready, more than ready, to bring him fully into her life, to bind him to her in a way that transcended the boundaries of stepmother and stepson.
The ritual was ancient, sacred in its own way, a blend of tradition and desire that would seal their fate. She had spent hours preparing, her body humming with anticipation, her mind racing with the possibilities.
The bathroom was a temple of sensuality, the steam curling around her like a lover’s touch. She had lit incense, the smoke thick and heady, filling the air with the scent of desire. The bath was deep, the water warm, and she sank into it with a sigh, her fingers trailing over her skin, her nipples hardening beneath the surface. She closed her eyes, imagining Ben’s hands on her, his mouth on her, his cock inside her.
Her fingers dipped between her legs, her nails scraping against her clit, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She came quickly, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm, her moans echoing off the tiled walls.
As she stepped out of the bath, she could feel the wetness between her legs, a reminder of her desire, of the night to come. She toweled herself off, her body glistening with sweat and oil, before wrapping herself in a silk kimono the color of twilight.
She had chosen her clothes with care—the kimono was loose, sheer enough to hint at the body beneath, but still modest, a nod to tradition. Underneath, she wore nothing but a thong, the silk smooth against her skin.
In the bedroom, she had lit more incense, the room now thick with the scent of sex and desire. The bed was draped in white silk, the pillows plumped and inviting. She had laid out candles, their wax dripping slowly, casting shadows that danced and flickered. She had also prepared two cups, one for her, one for Ben.
The cup for Ben was filled with a dark, murky liquid that smelled faintly of herbs and something metallic. The cup for her was filled with a clear, golden liquid that shimmered in the candlelight. She had spent hours preparing the concoction, her hands trembling as she measured out the ingredients—ginseng, secret herbs, her own piss, and a pinch of menstrual fluid. The "Bloody Pussy Poison," as she called it, was meant to bind them together, body and soul. She knew that it was an extremely potent elixir that would not only bind her step-son to her in an erotic, romantic and spiritual way for the rest of his life, but also exert a kind of spell on him. Whenever he would be in her presence, his libido would shift into gear, and his penis would stiffen. Only an orgasm induced BY HER would satisfy him. The ritual was symbolic, as well, and would represent that the two were now lovers, master-concubine, husband and wife...in addition to being mother and son. That was what mattered.
She wanted Ben to understand the gravity of their commitment, to feel the weight of their bond in his bones. The door creaked open, and Ben stepped inside, his eyes widening as he took in the scene—the candles, the incense, the way the silk kimono clung to her curves. His breath hitched, his cock already stiffening in his jeans.
“Mom…” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. Emily giggled and said: "Welcome home my master...!" Emily first had Ben shower - to clean himself ritually. The two then sat together and ate a small, very specific dinner of fish, pickles and rice. Washed down with a very old and traditional sake that Emily was keeping for special occasions.
Emily smiled, slow and deliberate, her fingers tracing the edge of the kimono. “Are you ready, my love?”
Ben swallowed hard, his gaze locked on her. “Yes.”
She gestured to the bed, and he sat, his muscles tense, his hands gripping the sheets.
He watched as she walked to the dresser, her hips swaying in the soft light of the candles, and picked up a small bowl. She brought it to the bed and placed it between them, the scent of incense and something darker, something primal, filling the air.
“What’s in the bowl, Mom?” Ben asked, his voice thick with curiosity and desire.
Emily smiled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of love and lust. “Bloody Pussy Poison,” she whispered. “A concoction passed down through generations of women in my family.
It’s a powerful elixir, Ben. It’ll bind us together, body and soul,” Emily explained, her voice low and sultry. “You’ll drink it, and I’ll drink it, we will edge ourselves to each other ...and then we’ll make love. The Bloody Pussy Poison will ensure that you’ll always want me, always need me. That you will belong to me throughout all eternity and I will belong to you. I will serve you and please you forever...Is that what you want, my son?”
Ben’s eyes widened at the implications, but the thought of being bound to Emily, of belonging to her completely, sent a thrill down his spine. He nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. “I want it, Mom. I want you.”
Emily beamed at him, her smile radiant.
"That's my good boy," she purred, her fingers stroking his cheek. She leaned in, her lips brushing his, her tongue flicking out to taste him. "I've been waiting so long for you, Ben. So long for you to be mine."
She picked up the bowl, the contents swirling gently as she carried it to the bed. She placed it on the nightstand, her eyes never leaving Ben's. "Now, you'll drink this," she instructed, her voice firm yet loving. "And then we'll seal our bond."
Ben nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as he stared at the dark liquid.
Emily picked up the cup and held it out to him. "Drink," she commanded, her voice low and insistent. He hesitated for a moment, the gravity of what he was about to do settling over him like a physical weight. But then he reached out, taking the cup from her, and brought it to his lips.
The liquid was bitter and harsh, but Ben choked it down, his eyes watering as he swallowed. He handed the cup back to Emily, who drank from hers without hesitation. She set it down on the nightstand and turned to him, her eyes gleaming with desire and something else—something feral and wild.
"Now, my love," she whispered, her voice thick with lust, "it's time to seal our bond properly."
Ben's cock was already rock hard, straining against his boxers, but Emily didn't let him touch her yet. Instead, she reached out and traced a single finger down his chest, her touch light as a feather, sending shivers down his spine. "You're mine now," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
She pushed him back onto the bed, her hands sliding down his body, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers.
She tugged them down, her breath hitching as his cock sprang free, hard and ready. "Look at my boy...!" she breathed, her eyes locked on his erection. "You're so amazingly hard for me." She traced the line of his penis, marveling at the 9 + inches of his manhood - a far cry from his father's 5 inches. She gently played with his foreskin, moving it up and down his glans, teasing him.
Ben groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her touch. She wrapped her hand around his thickness, her thumb brushing over the head, smearing the pre-cum that leaked from the tip. "You're so big, my son," she purred, her voice low and sultry.
"I can't wait to feel you inside me." She started to stroke him slowly, her hand tightening around his shaft as she moved. Ben groaned, his hips bucking into her touch. "Fuck, Mom," he moaned. "I need you. I need to be inside you."
Emily smiled, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Soon, my love," she whispered. "But first, let's make this official." She reached into the bowl and dipped her fingers into the Bloody Pussy Poison, her hand coming back out glistening with the dark liquid. She held it out to Ben, her voice firm.
“Take my fingers into your mouth. Taste our future.”
Ben hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and taking her fingers into his mouth. The taste was harsh, bitter, and metallic, but also strangely arousing. He sucked on her fingers, his tongue swirling around them, tasting the unique combination of herbs, piss, and the faint tang of blood.
Emily moaned softly, her body trembling as he sucked on her fingers. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Taste it all.”
After a few moments, she pulled her fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them for a brief moment.
Ben looked up at her, his eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and confusion. Emily leaned down and kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth, tasting the remnants of the Bloody Pussy Poison on his lips. She could feel the magic of the elixir already taking hold, his cock throbbing against her thigh.
"Lie back, my love," Emily whispered, her voice barely above a purr. Ben complied, his body trembling with desire and anticipation. Emily stood, her eyes never leaving his as she let the silk kimono slip off her shoulders, pooling at her feet.
Beneath it, she wore nothing but a sheer black thong, the fabric barely containing the thick patch of dark pubic hair that Ben had fantasized about for years. Her nipples were hard, her breasts full and heavy, her skin glowing in the candlelight.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. Ben’s cock twitched beneath her, already leaking pre-cum, his body trembling with need.
“You’re mine now,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust.
“Every inch of you belongs to me, Ben. And I’m going to use every inch of you tonight.”
She reached between them and guided his cock to her entrance, her eyes locked on his. “I want to feel you stretching me, Ben. I want to feel you filling me up completely. Tell me...you want to impregnate me, my darling? ”
Ben groaned as the head of his cock nudged against her wetness, her body already slick and ready for him. “Yes, Mom,” he breathed, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. “I want to flood you with my sperm. Do you want to make a baby with me, mother?" Ben asked, his mind already hazy with the effects of the Bloody Pussy Poison.
Emily moaned softly, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes my darling. Making a baby with you would be the best thing that ever happed to me. To us. Yes, yes my sweet step-son...I want you to impregnate me...!" " she said, her voice a low growl. "Show me how much you want that. Show me how much you need me."
Ben groaned, his hips jerking upward, his cockhead pushing against her entrance. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness, and he ached to be inside her, to claim her completely. "Mygod, Mom," he whispered.
Emily laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine.
She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock, her thumb circling the head, spreading his pre-cum around. "You're ready, aren't you, my little boy?" she cooed, her voice dripping with lust. "You want to put that big, hard cock inside your mother, don't you?"
Ben moaned, his hips bucking up to meet her touch. "Yes, Mom," he gasped. "I want to be inside you so fucking bad."
Emily's grip on his cock tightened, her fingers moving in time with his hips as he thrust into her fist.
"You want to fuck me, don't you, baby?" she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "You want to fill me up with that big, thick cock of yours. You want to make me your concubine, don't you? The mother of your children? Your wife?"
Ben groaned, his hips bucking wildly as she stroked him. "Yes," he gasped. "I want to fuck you so bad, Mom. I want to make you mine, my wife."
Emily smiled, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Then take me," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Take what's yours."
She guided his cock to her entrance, her body trembling with anticipation.
Ben groaned as the head of his cock nudged against her wetness, her body already slick and ready for him.
Emily moaned softly, her body trembling with need. "Yes, baby," she whispered, her eyes locked on his. "I'm so ready for you. I want you to impregnate me, Ben. I want you to fill me with your cum and make a baby with me." She reached down and guided his cock to her entrance, her breath hitching as the thick head pressed against her swollen lips. "Fuck me, Ben," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Fuck me like you own me."
Ben groaned, his hips jerking upward as he thrust into her, his cock sliding deep inside her tight, wet pussy. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her body trembling as he filled her completely. "Mygod, Mom," he gasped, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You're so tight."
Emily moaned, her head thrown back, her body trembling as he fucked her. She smiled down at him..."Thats because your father never stretched me out, my darling. You're bigger and harder than those pornstars I fucked all those years ago. You're bigger! Better! You are may husband! My master!" she moaned, her voice thick with lust as she ground down on him, her tight pussy swallowing his cock inch by inch. "Fuck me, my king! Fuck your concubine!"
Ben groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her, his cock sliding deeper inside her with each thrust. "Mygod, Mom," he gasped, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "You're so tight. So fucking wet." He pistoned into her, his hips slapping against her skin as her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts.
Emily cried out, her pussy gripping his cock tighter, her inner muscles convulsing around him, milking him. "Fuck me harder, Ben," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me like you own me. Claim me as your own."
Ben growled, his fingers digging into her soft hips, his nails biting into her flesh. "I do. I fucking do, Mom. This pussy is mine. You're mine.
Every inch of you belongs to me," Emily whispered, her voice thick with lust as she ground down on Ben's cock, her tight pussy swallowing him inch by inch. "We will be formally married my love...! I will be your wife officially!" The room was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, musk, and the faint metallic tang of the Bloody Pussy Poison still lingering on their skin. The candles flickered, casting shadows that danced across the walls as Ben's hips bucked up to meet her, his cock sliding deeper inside her with each thrust.
" Mom...! I'm gonna cum ...I'm gonna cum inside of you, my concubine! My mother...! My wife...!" Ben groaned, his fingers digging into her soft hips, his nails biting into her flesh. He arched his back and then started shooting rope after rope after rope of potent, think cum into her womb. Coating her insides with his life-creating sperm. What she had not told Ben was the after cumming into a woman who had given him the Bloody Pussy Poison... the effects of the spell were irreversible. Even if - sometime in the future - Ben wanted out of the relationship, after all Emily was nearly 20 years older than him, he would not be able too . He was truly bound to her. And now that became his fate. He thrust into her once, twice, three times, his cock filling her completely, her walls clenching around him, her pussy sucking him in deeper with each thrust. His balls slapped against her, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the room, punctuated by their moans and grunts.
Emily threw her head back, her body shuddering with each thrust. "That's it, baby," she moaned."Fuck your wife. Fill me up with your hot cum. I want to feel you breeding me, Ben." Emily exploded into her own orgasm, forcing her body into convulsions as she reached the ultimate climax herself, fueled by her realization that she had cast the ultimate spell on her step-son and lover. They would be together throughout all eternity.
Finally , Emily collapsed onto Ben’s chest, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Ben wrapped his arms around her, his cock still buried deep inside her, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. The candles flickered, casting shadows that danced across the walls as Ben’s hips bucked up to meet her, his cock sliding deeper inside her with each thrust.
Emily moaned softly, her body trembling with need.
She rolled off of Ben, her legs shaking with exhaustion, but her pussy still throbbing with desire. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with lust. “That was incredible, Ben. You fuck me better than any man ever has,” she purred.
"Now, my son...I have a request...eat my pussy my master. Lick, kiss, finger and satisfy my cunny...It belongs to you as it has to no other man." Ben's eyes darkened with desire at the thought of pleasuring his stepmother, his hands already reaching for her. Emily lay back, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with their combined juices.
Ben knelt between her legs, his eyes feasting on the sight of her. "God, Mom, you're so incredibly beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He leaned in, his breath hot on her inner thighs as he traced a path upwards with his tongue.
Emily moaned, her hips lifting off the bed as he brushed against her clit.
"That's it, baby," she purred, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Lick your mother's pussy like a good boy. Show me how much you love it."
Ben groaned, his tongue flicking over her swollen clit, tasting the mix of his cum and her arousal. He lapped at her, his fingers digging into her thighs as he held her open, his mouth working her with slow, deliberate strokes. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he teased her.
"Ohmygod, Mom," he muttered against her flesh, his voice muffled.
"You taste so delicious." He went back to work, his tongue licking and sucking, his fingers plunging in and out of her, twisting and curling, seeking out that spot deep inside her that made her scream.
Emily writhed and bucked against his face, her hips lifting and her heels digging into the mattress as he lapped at her clit, his teeth nibbling and his fingers fucking her. "Oh, fuck, Ben, right there," she gasped, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. "Don't stop, baby. Unh...! Unh...! Unh...!" she grunted as her orgasm approached.
Just then...the phone rang!