While you're considering who best to test the long sword and it's abilities on, you hear a car pull into the driveway. Curious as to who it is, you wander down to the living room in time to see your Erica walk in through the front door. At a mere 31 years of age, your mother Erica is still flush with youth and vitality, not to mention beauty and sex appeal. Standing five foot five, smooth unblemished lightly tanned skin, a delicate heart shaped face, small pert nose, and large expressive dark blue eyes, not to mention a figure that, while slender is curvy in all the right places, with long sexy legs, flaring hips, a pert bubble butt, and perky D cup breasts, your mom has been an object of lust for your friends for a number of years now. You usually tell them off whenever they bring it up, but the truth is you're no more immune to your moms charms than they are.
"Hey Erica, you're home early." you said. Despite being biologically your mother, you've never truly thought of Erica that way, the reason being that she'd given birth to you and your twin sister at the tinder age of thirteen. Due to this, up until about five years ago, you'd been raised by your grandparents, who you actually think of as your mother and father, Erica, you're actual mother, being more like a big sister to you than anything else.
Responding to you, Erica replies "Yea, the boss had a family emergency and had to leave early, so I got the rest of the day off. By the way, what's up the fancy sword?" she inquires.
You look down at the long sword, having almost forgotten you were still carrying it. Briefly, you consider lying, but then you have another thought. Smirking evilly, you answer "It's not just fancy, it's magic."
"Magic? Like card tricks and pulling a rabbit out of a hat, that sort of thing?" Erica inquires.
"It'll be easier if I just show you." you replied, stepping in close and swinging the sword before your Erica can react, slicing through her _______________________?