Author's note; Welcome to my Halloween contest entry. Since I've been writing incest stories I've wanted to write a compelling taboo Halloween story that paid homage to some of the great elements that go into classic supernatural tales and movies, but at the same time have my own spin thrown in. I feel that the following story succeeded in doing that, and hope you'll agree. Enjoy
Prologue
1 year ago
Ben jerked his head from his pillow and looked around his dark bedroom. He'd sworn he'd heard a loud bang. He realized the reason he could hear anything is his I-pod had died, or else he'd still have music blaring in his ears.
It wasn't easy to fall asleep listening to heavy metal, but it was better than listening to his parents fight again. This time it was over dad ruining a special night they had planned. Ben had hoped it would go well. The last few months dad's drinking had gotten out of hand and he was becoming verbally abusive to mom, and to him.
Ben didn't worry about himself, he'd be going to Florida State in a couple months, but he worried about his mother. He suspected his father had hit her a couple times, but wasn't sure and it's not like mom would admit it.
Even if he weren't touching her, he wasn't touching her in a good way either. A lot of their fights revolved around Dad not bothering with mom anymore in or out of bed. Not that he wanted to think about his parent's sex life, but they were only early forties and mom was an attractive woman.
Not just attractive, but sweet and loving. A good woman as dad used to call her before he was let go from his long time law firm. Now he was with a small firm, working twice the hours for half the pay and drinking his frustration away.
The last argument had ended with mom saying she was through being ignored and mistreated and she wanted her old husband back. Dad had seemed to come around, tearfully admitting he'd been an asshole to her and apologizing to Ben as well.
Tonight was his idea. Their favorite restaurant, dancing, and they were going to spend the night at a hotel. Dad had winked at him when he said the hotel was where he was really going to make things up to mom.
Ben had wanted it to happen that way, but instead dad had staggered home three hours late from work, reeking of scotch and in a foul mood. They'd had three separate yelling matches. The last one, a couple hours ago had sent mom into their bedroom. Ben had heard the lock click after the door was slammed shut.
His father was downstairs banging around in his den, yelling even though he was alone. Ben decided to stay upstairs in his room, avoiding his father, and letting his mother have some time alone.
More alone time, was more accurate. Mom had been spending a lot of time holed up by herself lately. In a way he didn't mind because she'd been acting pretty damn strange. That strange behavior involved him and had him feeling uncomfortable. It seemed like every time Ben would turn around she was staring at him and it made him uneasy.
She'd recently walked in on him in his room several times. Each time she'd caught him in various stages of undress. Two nights ago he had just stepped out of the shower and she'd come in at that moment.
He was completely naked, and grabbed for a towel. In the brief seconds he'd been frozen by surprise at her entering, he'd sworn she was staring at his cock. That was crazy of course, but she'd remained in there, talking causally to him.
Her eyes roamed across his chest and kept dipping down below his waist, even though by then he'd gotten a towel around himself. There was look in her eyes that reminded him of how his girlfriend Sheila would look at him.
Ben could have chalked that up to him just being flat out wrong, but the last couple of week's mom had been very...touchy. She'd always been reasonably affectionate with him; a motherly hug, a kiss on the cheek at night.
Recently those kisses had lingered and twice she'd caught him briefly on the lips. When she hugged him, she held him close and didn't let go right away. The last two times, Ben had been painfully aware she wasn't wearing a bra.
Last night when she'd hugged him she had planted a small kiss on his neck. Ben had pulled away from her, but as much because he didn't like his own reaction. The little kiss, in such a sensitive place, had sent a not unpleasant shiver through him.
He'd noticed her looking at him expectantly and when his eyes lowered, had seen her nipples were erect. She'd been wearing a flimsy white top and he could not just see they were hard, but the darker skin around them through the shirt.
He'd awkwardly said good night and got his ass upstairs. He's lay on his bed, full of self-loathing as he waited for his hard on to go away. That was his damn mother! Today he'd been embarrassed just to see her, and had tried to avoid her.
To his surprise, she'd brought it up. She looked nervous and seemed confused as she apologized for getting 'a little too close to him' and it wouldn't happen again. Mom confessed she was lonely and neglected and had sought a little more closeness from him.
Ben said to not worry about it, but found himself really hoping dad would get his shit together and make tonight a great one. Maybe it would snap him back into being his old self. Ben jumped at a soft knock.
Before he could respond, the door opened. In the dim glow of the small light plugged into the wall in the hallway, he saw his mother slip into his room. He heard her approaching the bed and caught a whiff of strawberry body spray.
Ben had always loved that smell, ever since he was a little kid. At one point when he was older mom had confessed she hated it. Only wore it once to try it out, but when her little boy said he liked it, she wore it for him. At this point she hadn't worn that scent in several years.
"You awake, baby?" she asked.
He felt her weight settle onto the bed next to him, and thought 'baby?'
"Yeah, everything okay?"
"No, not at all."
Concerned, Ben sat up and leaned over, turning on the lamp on his night stand.
"What's wrong, mom? I...." he stopped speaking when he saw her.
Mom's long black hair, which she usually wore in a clip or a pulled back, was not just down, but styled. She'd put curl into it, and several dark ringlets framed her face. She had makeup on. Pink blush on her cheeks and her lips painted a deep red.
She'd done her eyelashes in black mascara and she was sporting a blue eyeshadow that matched her...what the hell was she wearing? Mom had a blue nightie on that was pretty much lingerie. The dark blue silky piece featured thin black straps that left most of her shoulders bare, and was dangerously low-cut.
Ben could see not just the top, but the inner halves of her breasts. As she had been every day since she found it in the closer, mom wore the silver necklace with the weird purple stone in it. The stone seemed to be glowing as it reflected the light from the lamp.
The longer he stared at the stone the more he became aware of the scent of her body spray. It seemed stronger than before. Even though his eyes were on the stone, he found himself thinking of her breasts. Mom did have a nice set of tits for her age.
He blinked that thought away, what the hell was that? Nonetheless, his eyes dropped below the pendent. The nightgown was so low cut, if she leaned forward, he had no doubt he'd see her entire breast. It was tight enough to cling to her curves including hugging her breasts and showing off her hard nipples.
Length wise it could not have gone much past her ass and with her sitting it had ridden up well past the midway point of her thigh. Mom wasn't chubby, but not slender either, and with her legs open, her fleshy inner thighs were exposed to him.
Her feet were bare and he noticed both her toes and finger nails were the same blue as the nightgown.
"Like it?" Mom ran her hand down over her breasts and stomach. "I bought it to wear for your dad tonight"
