I knew my son was up to something. I was supposed to be out of town the weekend of his eighteenth birthday. Oh, I was going to be in town during the week when his birthday actually was and we were going to have a birthday then. But over the weekend, I had to go out of town for work. You know, witch stuff.

Sorry, did I not mention I was a witch? It’s kind of a secret. My son doesn’t know, or my husband. My daughter does, because her powers started to show at a young age. But as a boy, my son didn’t inherit them, and I was forbidden to share my secret even with family members. Well, unless they were witches too.

The problem was that my husband was going to be out of town on business as well. My daughter was going to stay with my mother, who would take the chance to pass along a few family recipes and spells to the next generation. So that left my son home alone, in a big empty house. On his eighteenth birthday weekend.

I asked him if he was planning on throwing a party over the weekend, and he said no. I was pretty sure he was lying. It’s okay when I lie. I need to protect my fellow witches from being discovered. But a son lying to his own mother? That’s something else entirely. I just wasn’t sure what to do about it.

But then the witch stuff got canceled at the last minute. One of our coven had a cold. Well, rather she was wearing some cold iron shackles. Yes, that’s what happens when you use your powers to turn the poor cashier at Starbucks into a toad, Karen. You get chained with cold iron so you can’t use your powers, and others have to turn the cashier back into a human again and then throw memory enchantments and tips around to make things right.

So I wasn’t going to be busy this weekend. Which meant I could just tell my son that, and he’d have to cancel whatever dumb teenage plans he had.

Or… I could catch him red-handed.

What could possibly go wrong?

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Tagged [rape] because of magic stuff and alcohol, although it's more dubious consent.

This ended up longer than I intended, but I'm not really sure what I intended. I had an idea tonight so wrote this out and ended up spending the last few hours on it. I haven't even reread it, but it's getting late. I may change it still. Or if anyone wants, they can change any part of it if they wish to record it. I'm once again not terribly happy with the title, so please feel free to change that. I went the descriptive route again. I almost went with "Undercover Mother" but left that as a tag.

Please feel free to comment, although please don't tag others in your comments.

Also, somehow I found myself thinking of two classic tv shows when writing this. I imagine the house laid out kind of like the house in the Brady Bunch. It's mainly the shared bathroom between the two bedrooms with the third door to the hallway, but the rest kind of fell into place mentally when I made that connection. And of course Bewitched also factors in as perhaps the most famous show about a witch married to a mortal. But maybe there's a bit of Wandavision thrown in as well, if for no other reason for the magic, homage to past tv shows, and just that I will always have a crush on the Scarlet Witch and especially the MCU incarnation of her.