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WITCHING HOURS

CHAPTER 8

By Gunwild
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   When she got out of the shower Susan smelled, according to her body wash's bottle, like ylang-ylang and coconut milk. Whatever ylang-ylang was.
   Her tan skin was lotion-softened and clean, and once dry, her dark hair was smooth and easy to brush. Good dreams had left her in a position to feel positive about herself at the moment, and also disinclined to wake up her daughter.
   It had been a bit of a trick crawling out from under Will without waking her. The girl wasn't a heavy sleeper, not even when she'd been off exhausting herself by saving the world, but nor was she a heavy girl. She was still drooling into her pillow, her fuzzy read hair all askew.

   It being Sunday, Susan decided that she had time to help Will out by using the morning to wash up the girl's shiny red Vespa for her. The weather was sunny, and it was a pity that she hadn't gotten to go cruising around on it in a while, thanks to various adventures, but it should be ready for her when she could.
   Knowing that they'd only get wet from the work, Susan yanked on a pair of old jean shorts from the hamper. They were Will's, actually, and she couldn't quite get them buttoned, but she wasn't going out in public, really. She also put on a tank top she'd had for years and favored on hot days. The combination left very little to the imagination, but since she planned to only work in the backyard and garage, it would be fine.
   Twenty minutes later she had the automotive wipes off to one side and a bucket of soapy water next to her. She'd gotten to all the surfaces of the scooter except for the seat (which wasn't supposed to be washed with water), and with a big soapy sponge she was now leaning down to scrub the lower bits. Susan's butt was in the air and her toes were twiddling in the puddle around her bare feet. She was imagining how happy this favor would make Will – she might even insist that they go out for a drive today, which was always fun. Susan would put her arms around her daughter's tiny little waist and they would feel the steady rumble of the engine between their legs, and go somewhere nice together, like people who loved each other should. And when they got home, Susan would steal a kiss, and Will's would blush as red as her hair, and she'd kiss...
   Oops. Susan had let the sponge run out of suds.
   She dunked it again, getting onto the scooter's seat so that she'd be able to scrub the footrests. With her feet wide apart and leaning way down, her shirt's neck dipped far enough that her breasts were quite exposed... she shrugged the tank top back a bit and resumed. Maybe she should have put on a bra. The neighbors had kids, and kids got curious about these things.
   Susan realized with some rue that actually, the undersides of the footrests would be really dirty, since they were what was always closest to the road. But she didn't get discouraged and lay down on the concrete, the soapy water soaking into her short shorts and tank top.
   The cold water on her nipples made them stiffen and her thighs shivered. She actually might need another shower after this, this one hot, to warm her up – and maybe with her favorite grown-up toy in there, too, to shake the desire to wake up Will out of her. The girl needed rest, and Susan didn't like the idea of bothering her daughter for that sort of attention, as much as she loved it.
   Sooner or later, maybe I'll to show it to her, she thought. It was a little awkward, as she wasn't sure what the girl would think of it. But Will was such a pretty thing, more interested in new experiences than she'd been herself at that age, which Susan considered an unusual but valuable victory of her parenting. And she could be there the first time Will took something wet and thick and bore down on it, and then felt the shudder as it was powered on inside of her...
   Susan was thinking about this and licking her lips while she stood up, admiring her handiwork on the Vespa and just getting ready to call it done.
   This was when she noticed that Will was watching her.
   The girl was in her flannel pajamas, and her hair was still disorderly from sleep. She was adorable, as always – especially because her mouth was hanging open.
   Susan reflected that in the itty-bitty denim shorts, with her shirt all wet and clinging to her excited breasts, she must look at least a little like a photo spread from an auto magazine – albeit with a cute scooter next to her rather than an intimidating muscle car. If almost anyone else had seen her like this, Susan would have been mortified. She'd have covered herself with her arms and stammered something about not thinking anyone would come around.
   Because it was Will, though, she couldn't help but smile. She rested the dripping sponge against her belly and suppressed a laugh. Will's bright brown eyes were tracking lower and lower as a trail of water and bubbles flowed down into the waistline of Susan's shorts – or rather, Will's shorts, which she happened to be wearing. They watched drops roll down Susan's long legs and trickle onto the tops of her toes.
   "Morning, honey," said Susan. "Want me to cook you some pancakes?"
   Will reached up to her face as though to rub the sleep out of her eyes, but couldn't. She was too busy staring at her mother's body. "N-no... just... keep doing this. I like it."
   "You like having your scooter washed?"
   "Yes. Sure." Will bit her lower lip, watching as Susan she got her fist around a handlebar and polished the already-clean chrome steadily with her thumb. A minute later Susan had stopped even trying to be practical; she was straddling the front wheel and sort of hugging the steering column while squeezing the sponge out on herself, letting everything swirl through her cleavage. It gave her a very satisfying tickly feeling to see Will's legs shift as she tried to stifle what must be a prodigious heat between her thighs. She knew the feeling of that heat well.

   "Mom," said Will, "You're getting my shorts all wet."
   Susan almost said "That's not all I'm getting wet," but decided it was too corny even for a moment like this that was outright begging for it. Instead she got on her feet, feeling the water roll in clear beads off of her knees. They probably made her skin shimmer. "I'm sorry, honey. Are they going to shrink?"
   Will's expression as she stared intently at them said 'I don't think they can get any smaller,' but what she said was "I'll get you something else to wear... you should take those wet clothes off." Then she snapped her fingers and magic made the garage door begin sliding closed.
   Susan wanted to squeal with delight. She did love it when Will both took some initiative and used her powers. There was more to the petite girl than anyone normally got to see, but she showed it all to Susan, given the right incentives.
   "Go on..." said Will, the nervous fists she was making almost hidden by her too-long sleeves. "Take 'em off."
   Susan decided to start by stripping away the tank top. It would have been very easy to pull it off over her head in just one movement, but instead she made a show of peeling it away from her skin slowly, providing an expression that exaggerated how good it felt. Of course, it did feel pretty good; Susan had stripped for someone exactly once before this, and that had been awkward, trying to time taking her clothes off to some music she barely liked. This time, though, it was just a game she was playing with her best girl, one she planned for them both to win.
   Once she was finally topless she hung the tank top over one of the Vespa's handlebars. Now she tried to make a big show of shimmying the shorts off of her hips without her hands. She squeezed them between her legs for just a moment to make them cling to her crotch and prolong Will's suffering, and then put her bare butt on the scooter's seat as she kicked them off. There was leather against Susan's bottom, and it slid against her most sensitive parts. There was a little dampness there that had nothing to do with water from the hose.
   Will took a few steps towards her now naked mother, trying to stand on tiptoes so that the cuffs of her pajamas didn't get wet. She picked up the fat sponge from the floor and said "You're... dirty."
   Susan crossed her arms over her perky nipples, biting the inside of her lips to keep from smiling – but she had to say, "That's no way to talk to your mother, is it...?"
   Will crouched down, and Susan thought that she was about to reach out and touch her somewhere very private.... but instead she just dabbed her mother's shin with the sponge. It was indeed dirty, with a streak of filth from the exhaust on it. "Right here."
   "Oh." Susan watched as Will wiped it away, and met her daughter's eyes as she looked up.

   Will brought their faces together so that they were almost nose-to-nose. Susan realized that she was being smelled. The ylang-ylang, the coconut milk. Could her daughter smell it over the soap?
   "Well?" Susan asked under her breath. "Are you going to find me other clothes?"

   "No..." said Will, going cheek-to-cheek with Susan so that she was talking right into her ear, "... you're still very dirty..."
   Susan felt the sponge rub up her leg, over her knee, then tickle the inside of her thigh. She gasped as Will wrung it out over her navel, and then she felt her daughter take a seat on her knee.
   Will's other hand was lowered, prodding, wiggling... and after only a little bit of exploratory rubbing it was just barely inside of Susan, making her whole body tremble around it, seize up like it wanted to suck it inside. The curls between Susan's legs brushed the inside of Will's palm, and they were soaking.
   "Right here, mom," Will breathed, "So dirty..."
   Susan was cloase to falling off of the seat almost instantly, she was so turned on. She squirmed a bit while shutting her eyes, and then Will was letting her lower herself – she got on her knees and meant to lie down, but Will stopped her by putting a hand on her back. The girl stroked down Susan's spine with the sponge, watching carefully as rivulets of water rolled down to the small of her back, then down between her round buttocks, finally dripping down the inside of her thigh. Will licked her lips, washing her mom's trim and shapely body all over, relishing in the gentle moans of pleasure that resulted. Only once she had left it glistening and quavering all over did Will say, "Get on your back."
   Susan obeyed, splaying herself out on the wet floor. She'd never felt quite this bare, or as completely someone's mercy. The much younger girl reached down between Susan's legs, and this time she had two fingers out, her face red with nervousness. But her voice was steady as she said, "You're still not clean, mom..."
   "Oh, honey," Susan said, smiling as her daughter positioned herself above her. "You're so bad..." She guided Will's hand this time.
   Usually Will was quite gentle, but perhaps because of how very wet Susan had become both fingers penetrated her very fast, twisting slickly inside of her sex. On the hard surface of the floor Susan's butt was lifted slightly, so that she was already tightening herself by reflex. She felt instantly filled up. When Will's fingers curled and twiddled inside of her, Susan's arms jerked and her knees bent – but she didn't try to stop Will for even a second.
   Instead she let Will lie down on top of her, feeling hot kisses press against the tight muscles and wet skin of her abdomen, and then on the bottoms of her breasts. Finally Will began sucking on her nipples, one and then the other as though unable to decide which she wanted to tease more. But she never stopped stirring away at Susan with those two fingers, finally pressing down at the top of her mound with a thumb to deliver a more raw form of stimulation, making her mother's teeth clench into a huge smile.
   The circular motions from the rubbing made Susan's toes curl so hard they hurt. She felt the pleasure crest and hit her like a wave in a warm ocean. Without meaning to, she screamed so loudly that she felt sure the neighbors would wonder if someone had been hurt in the garage. She had to tuck her chin all the way to her neck to keep from banging her head back on the concrete, but she was so dazed by the climax that hit her that it might as well have happened anyway. It just kept going, until she was out of breath and panting without any voice to put into it.

   When she regained her senses, she and Will were cuddling in the puddle, Will's pajamas all wet in front. The girl retracted her fingers from inside of her mother with a happy sigh and licked them. She had rested her head between Susan's breasts, and glanced up, a cute little smile on her face. "Really good," she informed her.
   Susan giggled and took a taste for herself. Just to give Will a thrill she sucked the fingers clean, sticking her tongue between them to get every inch. Will tittered at the ticklishness of this, putting her ear to her mother's chest, listening to her heartbeat. "My girl," Susan muttered, petting her hair and making it stick together, damp.
   Will groaned happily again, then stood up. Susan looked up at her daughter. The moist pajamas adhered to her slim waist and perky little breasts, framing the delightful gap between her thighs. She had the body of a young woman, really, not just a girl, but she hadn't yet been hurt by time, and still carried the charming vitality of her youth in every movement. There was a hungry, frustrated look in her eyes as she reached down, fumbling with the tie on her drawstring. "Mom... now I'm all wet, too..."
   Susan sat up, reaching out.
   "I can fix that, honey," she whispered, nuzzling her daughter's earlobe. "Let's go inside."
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