“So Lisa. Are you ready for your first Halloween as a proper witch?” Marge asked from the doorway. She was in a classic witch’s costume that snuggly hugged her curvaceous body and showed off quite a bit of her chest.
“I sure am, mom.” Lisa’s witch costume was more kid friendly. However, given that she was now old enough to use actual magic, things might just change. “Will I get to eat people like you?”
“Oh absolutely,” Marge tittered. She actually ate people rather frequently in order to fuel her magic, but always had to keep her actions discrete. Halloween was the one time of year when witches could operate openly without raising suspicion. “Just remember the rule.”
Lisa huffed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t eat family,” she recited for what felt like the millionth time.
“That’s right. You can play with family all you, just long as you don’t hurt them or cause raise suspicion.”
“Is that why you have Bart stuffed in your underwear?” Lisa accused, pointing at the wiggling spot in Marge’s groin.
“Well obviously that’s the reason.” Marge pressed a finger to her shrunken sun and began to rub him against her slit through her clothes. Not a trace of shame could be seen as she did all of this in front of her eldest daughter. Witches were above such petty concerns. “Shrunken people make for the best toys, but you don’t have to shrink people to eat them. It’s more magically efficient to swallow them unenchanted.”
“I know that already mom,” whined Lisa anxiously. “Can we go out now? Please-please-pleaaaase!”
“Sure thing.” After Marge grabbed Maggie, who was also dressed like a witch, she left the house to escort her daughter on a proper witch’s Halloween.
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