Mom and I moved into the old house on the edge of town. It was early October and the house needed a lot of work. What was needed was mostly cosmetic. The house was solid. It was very old but very well built. The house looked like something out of a horror novel. It had a reputation for being haunted. That's why it was so underpriced.
Dad dumped mom for his dipshit intern and the divorce was hostile, even brutal. Dad got hosed in the courts and mom had a good chunk of change. She was determined to stretch her dollars as far as she could. So the cheap haunted house at the edge of town was a natural fit.
Dad and his ,eye candy, girlfriend moved to sunny California. I figured they deserved to live in a failed social experiment. I was angry as hell at dad for how he treated mom. I told mom she could always count on me. I promised her I would never leave her like my father did.
I will never understand how dad could leave my mom for a twenty two year old tart. The girl is two years younger than me for Christ's sake. My mom is forty-five and drop dead gorgeous. I am saying this as a man not as a son. If she wasn't my mom, I would actively pursue a relationship with her myself. I know that sounds a little weird, but any man who sees my mom feels the same. She really is that gorgeous.
Mom has long black and gray hair. Her eyes are very dark. Her complexion is pail. She has bright red lips and a thin nose. Her figure is best described as the classic hour glass. She reminds me of the host character Elvira from those awful horror movies that used to come on late nights. However she never dresses like that, but who does?
We were working hard rehabbing the old Victorian mansion when we discovered a very uniquely made Ouija board. It was made from black walnut with gold inlays. The finish was a high gloss shine that indicated the work of a master woodworker. I showed it to mom and she was fascinated by it. We put it away for after the work was done.
Three weeks into the rehab and we were finally getting close to done. We had polished all the wood floors and banisters. We painted everything that needed paint. With all our furniture moved in and the decorating done we were ready to take a break. The house looked incredible.
Halloween night was cold outside, but that didn't stop the trick-or-treaters from ringing the screaming doorbell mom had me install for the occasion. We passed out candy until ten o'clock. Then turned out our porch light like the newspaper suggested. This way all the little ghouls and witches could be accounted for.
There were several, more adult themed, Halloween parties that either or both of us could have attended. Neither of us wanted to. Then mom remembered the Ouija board we found. She got it out and said, "Do we dare tempt fate?"
"Sure mom, why the hell not?" I said. "How does it work?"
She said, "We place our hands on this thing here and ask questions. Then it either spells out the answers or if it's a yes/no question it answers accordingly."
"What kind of questions?" I asked being a smart ass. "Like what's the best way to spice up potato soup?"
"No. Butthole. We ask about spooky stuff. Like, are there any evil spirits in the house?" She said half irritated.
Just then the eye slid over the word yes. Startling both of us. I began to feel very uneasy about the whole thing. I said, "I thought you said our hands are supposed to be on that thing?"
"Oh, it just slid. That doesn't count. We haven't even asked it any questions. Now put your hands on it like this," she said. Showing me the proper technique.
I played along. As I put my hands on it, mom asked, "Are there any spirits here in this house with us?"
The eye started to move. I said, "Mom, you're not supposed to move it."
"I'm not son, I swear," mom said defensively.
"I call bullshit on this mom. I'm just not buying it," I said, trying to sound certain.
Mom said, "Let's just give it a chance and see what it says."
The point of the eye had pointed to S then to O, M, E.
Mom then asked, "Are there any evil spirits here?"
The eye moved over the word yes immediately. I said, "That's it. I want nothing more to do with this hocus pocus bullshit. You're just trying to scare me. Mom it won't work. I don't believe in this kind of crap."
Mom looked hurt. I felt like a heel. I was also just a little scared. I wish I had been terrified. I now wish I had insisted we stop and play a game of chess or poker or tic-tac-toe or something.
Mom said, "You're no fun. Why can't you just play along and humor me awhile? I always wanted to mess around with the occult. It's Halloween for Christ's sake, lighten up."
Mom got up and went to the kitchen and brought back two scotch and sodas. She said, "Here have a drink. Loosen up a little."
I took the drink offered and drank it down. I know it let mom know I was scared but I didn't care. I got up and got me another. I returned with the ice bucket the scotch and the soda. I said as the liquid courage started taking effect, "Ok mom, let's do this thing."
"That's the spirit," she said! "You ask the next question son."
"Alright," I said as I put my hands back on the infernal device, "Are you evil?"
The eye went towards the word yes, then shot over the word no. I thought that was odd. I asked, "Why are you here?"
The eye spelled out (To possess). Mom immediately asked, "To possess who?"
The eye spelled out (Krista). Mom took her hands away from the eye and stood up. She backed away obviously frightened. She looked me in the eyes and in a trembling voice she asked, "Did you do that Christopher? Please tell me you spelled out my name. I'm really scared now if you didn't do that."
"I swear mom it wasn't me," I said. "We shouldn't be playing around with stuff like this mom. It's too damned spooky if you ask me."
I poured mom another drink. She drank it in one gulp. She looked terrified and that started to scare me. I took another drink, and poured us both another.
"We need some music to lighten the mood in here," I said feebly. As I approached the stereo the record player started on it's own. The song was an old Glen Miller tune called in the mood.
Mom got up and grabbed me in a dancing stance. We started to dance. I tried to stop but couldn't. I told mom to stop but she didn't. I tried to talk to mom but it was like she wasn't there. I was full blown terrified.
Then mom said in a strange voice, "After this dance, how would you like to fuck your dear old mommy?"
I tried to pull away from her. My mom was suddenly too strong for me to get away from. She held me tight. Then she leaned in and licked my face. As we twirled around the parlor, she began to undress. Then she said, "If you struggle I'll make you hurt. If you don't satisfy me I'll hurt Krista."
I said, "Leave my mother alone you evil bitch from hell!" All the while my mother's beautiful body is becoming more and more exposed to me.
I couldn't help but notice how voluptuous her body was. I never knew that her pussy was bare. I had never seen the dimples just above her heart shaped ass in the small of her back. I never knew the pinkness of her nipples. Prior to this I had never seen my mother naked before. I felt a stirring in my groin. I tried to suppress it, to no avail. I couldn't keep my penis from becoming engorged. I felt low down and dirty.
Then the demon that possessed my mother said, "You can fuck mommies ass if you want to." Then she laughed hysterically. "I can tell you want to. Don't lie. You're cock is hard for mommy. You will fuck me or you will suffer."
Just then my clothes just fell apart. It was like they just disintegrated. There I stood, naked, hard, in front of my naked gorgeous mom. I couldn't deny the lust in my heart. I kind of didn't want to. Even if I was lusting after my mom's beautiful body, that was not my mom.
Then my mom said in her own voice, "Come on Christopher, it's ok. I have always wanted you. Come make love to me. Be my man. Let me be your woman. We love each other. It's only natural for a son to replace his wayward father."
I felt euphoric. I started towards my mom. I took her in my arms and I started gently kissing her. Then our passion began to wax heavy. We were exploring each other's mouths with our tongues and each other's bodies with our hands and eyes. What a feast my mother's body was to my eyes. The smell of her sex wafted up into my nostrils and made my head swim.
I had to taste her flower. I knelt before the goddess that was my mother and pressed my face into her womanliness. I lapped at the nectar of her flower with an eager tongue. I lip curled like a randy bull. My cock strained against itself. I was harder and more aroused than I had ever been. My cock ached for relief. My mind knew that only my mother could relieve the wanton desire in my body.
I knew this was wrong on every level. However I was totally unable to stop myself. Then I heard a strange voice come from my own mouth. "Suck my cock mother." I said. But it wasn't really me saying it.
As I involuntarily shoved my mother to her knees, I strained to stop myself. I pulled her beautiful face to my throbbing member. I was weeping as I force fed my entire length into my mother's mouth and throat.
