But it continued, getting more and morepainful as it grew, I reached under my skirt to grab it, only for thepain to stop.What I had hold of, it didn't... feel like flesh. Nor did it feel like itwas attached to me. I pulled my hands out to see that they were holdingonto a huge, flesh coloured, rubber dildo. I dropped it in disgust.But what happened to my cock? I reached under my skirt again, fearingthe worst. Instead my cock, there was a moist slit.I passed out.When I awoke, the room was completely. Still gasping and shaking, Devon watched as the second witch spun her body and threw the mighty hammer far out into the sea.Then Devon felt the phallus began to move against her buttocks. The witch behind her was reaching under her arms and cupping her breasts. Her fingers trapped Devon’s nipples between them and squeezed them tightly as she pulled back on Devon’s breasts.The witch rocked her hips so that the phallus pulled clear of Devon’s body and hung from her front as would a man’s penis.. And what I saw left me speechless...My mother was crouched down behind a bush. Her pants were around her ankles. But what caught me be complete surprise was that I could see her right arm moving at a furious pace, with her hand seemingly at the direction her crotch. One look through my binoculars confirmed my suspicion; she was masturbating!!!It was a surreal sight. My intelligent and sophisticated mother was pleasuring herself in the open forest. What the hell had gotten in to her? Whatever. I knew now that Dad wasn’t going to have sex with me, but he did make me stay in his bed last night and I’d really liked that. I mean, not at first but after I’d gotten over being upset, I’d liked being in his bed. And I’d loved waking up next to him in the morning. That had been a really special moment for me. I desperately wanted to do that again. I wanted to spend the whole night cuddled up to him and sleeping with his strong arms around me. I wanted to enjoy the experience without starting.