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 Haunted Son

   I am 18 and an only son of my parents.  My father is a 60 year old man
going on 70.  He has long ago lost his hair, a sense of humor and ruled
over mom like 'lord of the manor'.  It is an unhappy home, and I feel sorry
for mom having to endure this just for the concept of marriage and a vow
she took.  My father is no more pleasant with me than he is with mother.  I
am limiting myself to living off his 'allowance' to me which is $ 5 a week.


   My mother looked the age she as she had a big frame and oversized
breasts.  Because of her bottle dyed blonde hairs, big blue eyes, perfect
little nose, Hollywood smile, and pouting lips she looked sexy.

   I met John a year ago and that changed my life altogether.  Although he
was some five years older than me, we got on really well.  One day he
invited me back to his house where he lived with his mother.

   He asked if I wanted a beer and I said yes.  I'd sneaked some of my
dad's and liked it.  So we sat around drinking beer and talking about many
things.  When he asked me if I'd got a girlfriend, I said not really, I
liked older ladies.  John said he too like older ladies and brought out a
pile of porno magazines that featured mature women.  In some of the shotos
they were being fucked by men with huge dicks.  I'd seen soft-core mags
before but never any like these.  I got a hard-on looking at them and I
could see John had one too.

   "I'm gonna wank to them," John said, unzipping his fly and bringing out
his dick.  It was as big as some of the men in the photos and circumsised.

   When he saw the look on my face he said, "Don't worry, I'm not gay.  I'm
not gonna rape you.  Straight guys can get their cocks out together ... 
look at this,"

   He opened another magazine which showed two men fucking a woman, one in
her pussy and the other in her arse.

   "Wow" I said, "that's ...  that's fantastic!  I didn't know you could do
that ...  you know, up the bottom."

   "Yeah, some women love it.  Go on," he said, "let's see yours."

   I unzipped my jeans and had to struggle to get my dick out of my
underpants, it was so hard.

   "That's a nice one Davy," John said, "and complete!"

   "Not as big as yours?" I said.

   "No, it's a good size for your age.  You've got some growing to do yet."

   "I hope it gets as big as yours."

   "Let's wank," he said, taking hold of his cock in one hand and turning
the pages with the other.  The next photos showed the woman sitting on the
lap of one guy with his cock buried in her pussy and the other man with his
up her bottom and another with the second guy shooting his cum all over the
woman's bottom.

   I was so excited by that, I came straight away, my spunk shooting all
over the magazine.

   "Oh God, I'm so sorry John," I exclaimed.  I was so embarrassed and went
to wipe it off.

   John laughed.  "Don't bother," he said, "she's had three loads of cum,
let's give her one more ..."

   He wanked faster and with a grunt shot his spunk all over the magazine
too.  There was a lot more than I'd done, it nearly covered the page.

   "I bet she'd love to know she's been covered in our spunk," John said.

   We finished our beer and I said I had to go home.  He offered to lend me
some magazines as long as I was careful and didn't let my parents see them.
He let me choose three and I put them in the bag I always carried with me.

   "Have you got a computer?" he asked.

   I told him no but I used my parents' to do my homework on.

   "Next time you come, I'll show you some really great sites," he said.

   "Ok, and thanks a lot for the mags," I told him.

   "Any time.  See you at the next weekend."

   I knew about paedophiles, of course, but I didn't think he was one. 
After all, he liked the sort of ladies I did, Also, I'd seen boys at school
wanking in the toilets, even fifth and sixth formers and sometimes
together, so I thought it must be pretty normal.

   The next weekend when I went to meet I handed him back the mags I
borrowed from him.

   "There was no need to bring them back so soon," he said, "Did you enjoy
them?"

   "Yeah, they were great," I said.

   "Have lots of good wanks?"

   "Oh yeah."

   "You can pick some more out, If you like."

   "Ok, thanks," I said.

   John got some beers from the fridge.  Then he brought out his laptop,
which was a top-of-the-range model, and booted it up.

   "What would you like to search for?" he asked.

   "Mature ladies, like in the mags," I said.

   "Ok, good." He opened Google Image search and typed in 'mature sex'. 
The browser showed loads of images of mature women, some naked, or in their
undies, with men or other women and some with other women and men.

   "Wow" I said.

   "You'd better not do this at home, or your parents might find out," John
warned me.

   "I know," I said.  "One of my friends got caught with porn on his
computer and his mum and dad grounded him for a month and put all this
family protection software on it."

   "That's easy to break."

   "Yeah, he got round it but they grounded him for another month and they
watch what he's doing all the time."

   "What a bummer," John said.  "You can come and use mine any time you
like."

   "Thanks," I told him.

   "why you are interested in mature?" he asked

   "A woman looks a woman only when she is big and pretty, not like all
those skinny young girls.  My Mum's kind of like that ...  you know" I said

   "Do you fantasize about her?"

   I felt myself blushing.  "Yeah," I admitted.

   "It's ok; I fantasized about my mother too, when I was your age.  Now I
don't need to."

   "Why?"

   "Because she made them all come true."

   I was speechless.

   "My mother and I have been fucking since I was about your age.  We'd
always been very close and then my dad died and we got even closer and one
thing led to another ..."

   "And you still ..."

   "Oh yes, all the time"

   "Wow!" I said again, not knowing what else to say.

   "I am glad it happened."

   "sorry no such thing in my case' I said.

   "Do your mom walks around in her undies?" he asked

   "Sometimes, yeah," I said.

   "She's trying to get your attention.  And you get hard, don't you?"

   "Yeah, but I always hide it."

   "She'll have noticed, believe me."

   "I watched my mum in the bathroom too," I said.

   "Did you like it?"

   I nodded.

   "You think about her when you wank in bed don't you?"

   I nodded again.

   "I hope she does the same with you as Mum did with me," John said.

   I'd thought about it so often, imagining fucking my mum.  When I looked
at John's mags I always thought about her while I was wanking.

   "Next time your mum's in her undies," he said, "let her see your
hard-on. I bet she's just as eager as you are."

   "D'you really think so, john?" I asked.

   "Yeah, and if you have sex with her, you can tell me about it."

   The thought of having sex with my mom made my mind reel.

   As I looked at the monitor, I pointed at a thumbnail of two women being
fucked by two men and John clicked on it.  It expanded to show the same
photo with a movie arrow which John clicked on.  The film started with the
woman sucking the two men's cocks then the women kissed each other while
the men played with their tits and bottoms.

   "D'you wanna wank now?" John asked.

   He unzipped himself and took his cock out and started wanking and I
followed suit.

   I came straight away but this time aimed it up in the air, so my cum
landed on the floor.

   He gave his cock a few slow rubs and also shot his cum in the air.  Some
of it landed on my bare arm.

   "Oops, I'm sorry," he said, scooping it up on his finger, then licking
it.  "Mmm, nice."

   John went and got another couple of beers from the kitchen and we drank
them while we looked at pictures on the internet.  He put 'big moms and
boys' into Google Image and it showed lots of pics of women with young
boys. Some sites were good, with big ladies doing sexy things with young
guys but most of them were rubbish.

   "Let's forget this," John said.  "There's such a lot of crap on the
internet.  You choose some more mags and take them home."

   I picked out a few more magazines, the ones with the girls with the
biggest boobs, and put them in my backpack.

   Around that time we moved to a new house.  The house was old and had the
reputation of being haunted but my father bought it because that was cheap.
The house had set empty for a long time before we moved in it.  Mom pleaded
with Dad not to buy that ram-shackle house, but once he decides to do
something, there's just no stopping him.

   It didn't take long for things to start happening.  When me and my mom
went to the basement, we always had a feeling we were being watched.  We
had the noise at night - you know, banging and so on.  The TV and radio
started turning off and on.  My dad, a natural skeptic, claimed the
electricity was wired wrong or something.  In the basement was a portrait
of an old woman.  This portrait made my mother very uncomfortable.  When we
moved in my mother had removed the portrait of the old woman and laid it
face down only to return and find the portrait back up on the wall.

   Then other things began happening, the television channels would begin
flipping while you tried to watch television even if you were alone and had
the remote right next to you.  My mom went into her bedroom one day to hang
her dress in the closet.  When she opened the door she saw someone or
something standing behind the clothes, she said all she seen was a pair of
old jeans and old shoes right before she took off running out of the room.
She went to our neighbors and called my Dad home from work.  They went and
looked in the closet and whoever or whatever was gone.  They searched the
house, nothing.  One of our neighbors told us that we should not worry
about the ghost too much as it was a kind ghost and would never hurt us.

   One day I heard some noise in my parent's room so I went to say hi. 
That was my lucky day, mom was undressing, and it all came off!  When I
arrived, she hadn't heard me and her dress was over her head so she
couldn't see me.  She took off her bra and before my eyes were the brown
tips of the pair of paradise lost I had feasted on as a baby.  My mouth
went dry.

   And then, as if a gift from Venus the Goddess of love, my mother,
goddess that I loved, dropped drawers.  I watch with eyes that video-taped
the memory into my brain.  From behind her I saw the cotton panties slide
down exposing the playground my prick wanted to romp in.

   Her hairy pubes and split were more than my meat could deal with so I
took one longer look and quietly left.  Going down to my bedroom I soon had
my cock in hand.  Pre cum dripped out of my piss hole and it made my cock
slick I jerked it.  Visions of mother filled my head as I squeezed my cock,
it jerked and spewed cum up in the air, some even landed on my chest.

   Days went by and I saw Mom in various states of undress all
unintentional, this started exciting me sexually and I was looking forward
to this every chance I got.  You can think of me as being a pervert, sick,
obsessed; I know what I desire, my mom, and I don't care.

   I was her sweet innocent little boy and the fact that I was staring at
her didn't make her think it was anything more than absent daydreaming. 
She bent over to get things from the fridge and cupboards and even when she
served me food at the table, giving me a perfect view of her naked tits and
ass.

   To my good luck Mom disturbed dad so much at night that he asked her to
sleep in my room.  She claimed that her sleep would often be interrupted by
shutting doors or the toilet flushing.  My dad chuckled at the effects of
an over active imagination.

   First time I was in bed with her I had a tremendous erection but I
purposely kept my lower body away from her.  I twirled her hair and snuggle
up to her back and just enjoyed her warmth and aroma.  It was only after
listing to John that I decided to make a move.  One night she was on her
back and I was up tight against her side and was playing with her hair and
trailing my finger under her jaw when my forearm, unintentionally I should
add, brushed across the hard nipple of her left breast.  It felt so good
that without thinking I let my hand slide down and caress her breast.  I
softly cupped a breast and she jerked away from me.

   "What did you do?  I can't believe you just did that.  What is wrong
with you?!" she said.

   I turned her around and wrapped her in my arms.  "Mom, calm down.  Don't
be upset.  I was just paying you a compliment.  I can't help noticing how
sexy you are, I'm only human!  God you feel wonderful in my arms, but you
are way too tense.  I think you need a massage."

   "Why would you do this?  I still can't believe it!" she said

   "I'm sorry mom, I'm really sorry.  As you know this house is haunted so
I think the ghost or some evil spirit took control of my actions"

   This worked and she immediately forgave me.  "Yes I think you are
right."

   The next night I moved one step forward.  She had a nylon nightgown on
and it was kind of scrunched up around her waist.  Without thinking I let
my hand trail down to her naked hipbone.  It wasn't long before I was
running my fingers through her pubic hair and gently pulling on it.  I was
infatuated with the length and texture of her body hair.  Her pubic hair
was much softer and finer that the hair on her head.  The hair growing in
her armpits was long and thin and straight.  The hair of her eyebrows was
course and thick.  As I touched her at different places she just kept quiet
or perhaps she was sleeping.

   Over the next few weeks i continued with pushing up her nightgown and
feeling the contrasts of her smooth skin and silken strands of her body
hair.  One morning we were spooned together.  We were both on our right
sides, and I had her left breast resting in my left hand.  I could feel the
complete weight of the breast, and while kneeing and caressing it, I got an
erection.  My dick was sticking out of my boxers and was nestled between
her legs and inadvertently I started to move my hips back and forth.  I did
it because it felt good, not because I was trying to have sexual
intercourse with my mother.

   However, her sex juices started to flow.  The next thing that happened
was the head of my cock slid into the opening of her sex.  She was out of
bed quicker than you could shake a stick.  She didn't say anything,
however, and just went into the bathroom.  As soon as she left I ejaculated
a huge load into a wad of paper tissue.  I almost didn't need to touch my
cock.

   That morning started the change in our relationship.  She didn't say
anything when I got up and she served me breakfast.  I resolved to try and
keep my dick away from her.  Anyway, the next morning I was back in bed
with her.  She was nude and lying on her stomach, and I was on my right
side with the fingers of my left hand sliding back and forth over and into
the crack of her ass.  I had my head resting on her back down near her
butt. My fingers were being coated in her juices, and the smell of her sex
was very strong.  I was in love with the squishing sounds that came from
under my hand.

   One day in early spring I was surprised to discover that she was
sleeping without a stitch of clothes on.  From that day on she stopped
wearing a nightgown and would be nude in bed when I joined her.  Most days
I would run my hands over her body, feeling every bit of her surface area
for an hour or an hour and a half.  What I liked to do best was feel and
pull gently on her underarm hair, than her eyebrows, and finally the hair
on her head before I would slide my hand down to caress her silken pubic
hair.

   From John and his Mags I learned about cunnilingus, so I knew that lots
of guys licked women and supposedly like it.  I liked the smell, and when I
licked my fingers, I liked the taste.

   My mom's legs were spread just a little bit apart, and I don't think she
was aware of what I was doing when I positioned myself between them with my
own legs falling off the end of the bed.  I know she wasn't conscious of
where I was until she felt my tongue lick the crack of her ass.  I couldn't
reach the whole length of her slit, so I was mostly just tonguing around
her anus.  I went as far as I could down into her pussy, before I licked
all the way up to her tailbone.  She tried to roll off the bed, but my
shoulders were on the back of her thighs, and she couldn't shift to the
side.  I got in a half dozen good deep licks when she scooted back and got
up on her knees.

   I think that she was trying to get away, but in reality she just gave me
better access to her neither region.  I was licking her now wide-open pussy
and down to her clit.  I'm sure she couldn't stop herself from pushing back
and before she could make her mind work successfully, she had a shattering
orgasm.  Afterwards she just laid down flat on the bed and I gently kissed
her ass and stroked her smooth skin until without a word she got up and
left me alone in the bed.

   The next morning, just as soon as I climbed into her bed, she rolled
over facing me and took my dick in her hand.  This caused it to immediately
get hard, and then she slid down and put it in her mouth.  After that we
worked ourselves into a sixty-nine position almost every day.  I would lick
her vagina and gently comb the strands of her pussy hair with my fingers
and gently pull and tug at her nest.

   We had complete sexual intercourse finally.  The feel of her slick
tunnel squeezing my cock was the most wonderful physical sensation I have
ever felt.  I will never forget the smooth warm skin of my mom's inner
thighs and the softness of her belly where her navel indented.  I recall
with fondness the heft of her breasts and the firmness of her nipples. 
Mostly however, I remember the hearty aroma of her pussy and the silken
strands of her pubic hair and the way it would form into a tight little
ringlet when it would get wet with our combined juices

   My cock was only in her cunt for a few seconds when I climaxed, but I
never went soft and we continuing fucking for a long time.  We continued
having our morning sexcapades while I finished up my associates' degree at
the community college.