"I don't know, Mom. It's really run down. The agent said it was a fixer-upper, but I don't think this dump can be fixed up."
Mom and I were standing in a yard full of weeds staring at a dilapidated two-story farmhouse. She and I lived together in the city. After being burglarized several times, she decided that she had had enough of city life and began looking at houses in the country.
"I like it," she said defiantly. "It has a certain charm about it. We're both handy with tools. We could have so much fun fixing it up. Why don't we think of it as an investment?"
I was stunned. I didn't share Mom's enthusiasm for life in the country. I was a city boy and I wanted to stay that way. I fell asleep at night with the hum of the highway in my ears. How would I ever be able to fall asleep with nothing but the chirping of the crickets to break the silence?
But I'm getting a little ahead of myself. At the time this all happened, I was a twenty-year-old college student studying for a degree in engineering. My very pretty girlfriend was certainly the biggest reason that I wanted to stay in the city. Even if I moved, I would still see her every day at school, but we wouldn't have a convenient place to fuck. Mom didn't have a problem with us fucking in my room.
My mother and father split up years ago. I don't even remember my father's face. Mom is a strikingly beautiful woman, so she didn't have any trouble getting work as a catalog model. If you have a Sears catalog, leaf through it and you will probably see her. Thumb through the lingerie section and you might get a peek at her awesome tits. She has short, fluffy blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a peaches-and-cream complexion. She has a figure that most women would kill for. It almost goes without saying that I wanted to fuck her for as long as I can remember.
I pleaded with Mom not to buy that ram-shackle house, but once she decides to do something, there's just no stopping her. She closed the deal the next day. We moved in a few days later, even though it was hardly fit for human habitation. The first order of business was to get the interior in livable condition. We cleaned the place up and went to work with paintbrushes. We hired repairmen and contractors to do whatever work was beyond our capabilities.
We immediately noticed strange things happening around the house. Mom dismissed the groans as the rafters groaning under the weight of the roof, but they sounded human to me. She had a harder time explaining away the sound of a woman crying out during an intense orgasm. She even came up with a reason for the sound of whips cracking. "It's probably twigs breaking in the trees," she said.
The strange occurrences continued. Contractors reported that their tools were missing. Repairmen claimed that the repairs they made were being undone. Mom finally began taking the phenomona seriously. We tried everything we could think of to put an end to it. We burnt incense. We tried to communicate with the spirits using a Ouija board. We held a séance. We even hired a priest to hold an exorcism. The holy water that he sprinkled on the walls would have been put to better use if he had sprinkled it on the fresh sod. Nothing worked. We finally decided that we had no choice but to accept things the way they were. Although the sounds could be unnerving, the pranks were more playful than harmful.
We continued working and gradually finished the interior. We hardly paid any attention to the eerie sounds that usually drove our guests away far before the evening ended. We gradually came to the conclusion that there were at least two poltergeists at work.
One night, something happened that changed my life forever. I awoke from a sound sleep to feel a hand frigging my cock. My mother was the only other person in the house, so I assumed it was her hand working my cock so skillfully. "Blessed incest at last," I thought. I kept my eyes closed for awhile and savored the feeling. My curiosity finally got the best of me and I opened my eyes. There was nobody there! I was getting a hand job from a poltergeist!
A hot, wet mouth closed over the head of my cock. I somehow sensed that two entities were there. As the mouth gradually took over my cock, the hand moved lower down the shaft until it could only work the base. In retrospect, I am amazed that I didn't run screaming from the room. What they were doing to me felt so incredibly good that I couldn't bear to stop. I came so hard into that hot, sucking mouth that I saw stars. Now here is something else that was really strange: even though I was cumming hard, I couldn't see the ejaculation. It was only after I had been sucked dry and the mouth slowly lifted off my cock that the creamy juice ran down my shaft. I lay awake for a long time hoping for more, but nothing happened. That was the first time the poltergeists made physical contact with me.
For several nights in a row, I got either a blow job or a hand job. Then one night, a warm, slick pussy was lowered onto my cock. I lay quietly and let it do all the work. Each time it lifted off of me, the cuntal muscles clamped down around my cock as though it were trying to lift me off of the bed. After I shot my load, the pussy was gone. Once again, my cock and balls were covered with jizz.
But something even stranger happened a few nights later. Even though an empty room separated Mom's bedroom and my own, her loud moans awoke me. I was sure that she masturbated, but I had never heard her moan before. Thinking she might be ill, I hurried down the hall and pushed the door open. Mom was completely naked, and was on her back with her legs akimbo. She had both hands above her pussy and appeared to be holding something, but nothing was there.
"Oh, yes, shove that long tongue right up my pussy," she whispered. "I've never had my pussy sucked this good before. Please don't stop."
My cock came up rock hard in just seconds and found its way out through my fly. By then, Mom knew I was watching, and she could see my big hard-on throbbing with excitement. "I might as well take this to the next level," I thought. I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to jack right in front of my mother. It was something I had wanted to do for years.
