Stevie was being haunted by his mother—or, at least, he prayed it was her. Alone in the big house, who else could it be causing the weird happenings.
Despite the odd occurrences inside the three bedroom, tri level house, on the edge of the suburbs, the thought of selling the house and moving never crossed his mind as he deeply, even after her death, still loved his mother and to sell the house and move would forever break whatever tenuous bond he still enjoyed with her.
The unsettling occurrences only seemed to be increasing as the one year anniversary of her death approached. Jessie, aged forty three when she passed from an advanced stage of breast cancer, had made him a solemn promise only a mere forty eight hours before she passed she would stay with him . . . even past her death.
The peculiar events started just a few weeks after she died. The first thing he noticed was how, in the upstairs bedrooms, the doors would swing open and shut of their own accord. Even stranger was how the curtains covering her bedroom window, in particular, would move even with the window shut and the A/C off.
Then there was the matter of how small objects: his wallet, keys, comb, toothbrush, etc. would suddenly go missing, only to reappear a few minutes later in a different location with no plausible explanation. Although he was never really scared, he was twenty years old and too old to be scared he told himself, still the odd events unnerved him.
Not all of the things happening inside the house were of a scary nature though. Some, in fact, were down right sweet. Two prime examples of this occurred a just few days before the one year anniversary of her passing.
First, he came down on an early spring Sunday morning to find the kitchen table set for him with his favorite cereal out and some fresh flowers in a vase in the middle of the table.
Remembering how his mom had a habit of celebrating the coming of spring by picking fresh flowers from the backyard, caused his heart to wrench with weary depression. Although it had been almost a year, Stevie, always a momma's boy through and through, had not even come close to moving on from her.
Then, even more telling, the next morning he entered the kitchen to find a note pinned with a magnet to the fridge. The note was simple but spoke volumes. It was a crude drawing of a smiley face with four words scrawled neatly belong, in his mom's precise handwriting: I miss my baby.
Later on, as he was getting undressed for bed, he felt the unmistakable feeling of being watched. He ignored the feeling and not wanting to show any fear, he continued to get undressed down to his boxers before slipping under the covers of his bed.
Just as he was falling asleep though he could have sworn there was the light touch of a soft hand carefully tugging the sheet up and around his shoulders—was she tucking him in?
This was followed by the gentle touch of fingers momentarily dancing in his long unkempt hair. Although he was already dozing off, he was still sure he felt something. His mom, they often cuddled on cold nights on the sofa while watching TV, had been prone to running her fingers through his hair in just such a manner. Sure it was her, if not it was a nice enough fantasy to think so, he fell into a deep sleep with a smile on his face.
The next morning, the very day before the one year anniversary of her passing, things took a seriously playful and somewhat naughty twist.
He was taking a shower in the upstairs bathroom when, after turning the water off, he stepped out of the shower to find the towel he left out on the bathroom counter was missing . . . along with the clean pair of boxers.
Having nothing to cover his naked body up with, he ventured out in the hallway, meaning to grab a fresh towel from the closet at the end of the hallway. He just opened the closet door, and was reaching up for a new towel when he felt someone lightly slap his bare behind before letting out a childish giggle.
His mom used to giggle just like that, all demure and childlike, especially when she was in a playful mood. Whipping around, he just caught a flash of movement, or so he thought, before whatever he thought he saw vanished into thin air.
Sighing, he wrapped the towel around his naked body, before trudging back toward the bathroom his heart beating wildly in his chest from that soft slap on his buttocks.
The next day, sadly, passed rather uneventfully. He was sure she would have tried to make contact since she died just a few minutes before midnight marking this day on the calendar as the official one year anniversary of her death.
He went to bed that night, earlier and more depressed than usual. Around ten forty five he awoke from a quiet slumber to the sound of crashing thunder.
The forecast for the evening called for heavy thunderstorms and apparently, for once, the weatherman was deadly accurate as first his room was momentarily lit up by a bright flash of lightning, followed closely by a crack of thunder, literally shaking the old house to its very foundation.
Stevie sighed. Although not very manly, he always hated thunderstorms, especially at night. If his mother had been there with him, she would have been a source of great comfort, but as of yet there was no sign of her.
Climbing out of bed, he decided to head downstairs to get a glass of warm milk. Warm milk and some intense cuddling were both wonderful cures his mother in the not so distant past, used on him to help calm his nerves during storms.
Reaching over, he yanked on the chord of his bedside lamp. Nothing.
"Damn the power is out," he muttered softly to himself as he reached for the night stand drawer.
Pulling one of the large taper candles out from the drawer, he kept a few there for just such occasions as the old house tended to lose power easily, especially after his mother passed.
After putting on a tee shirt and gym shorts, he lit the candle. With a heavy sigh, God he missed her, he trudged out in to the hallway and on down the stairs. For the moment his mind was focused on simply getting his glass of milk from the kitchen, drinking it down, and then returning to the relative safety of his bed.
The cuddling part of his mom's cure was obviously missing which caused him to be more than a little depressed as he carefully navigated down the dark stairs holding the single candle aloft.
It seems that his mom, nothing short of an angel in life, had developed a bit of a devilishly streak in the afterlife as halfway down the stairs, someone or something, it had to be her he prayed, quickly brushed past him on the stairs while playfully blowing out the candle.
The stairs was plunged into utter darkness. Stevie froze. "Mom . . . is that you?"
When his only reply was a lonely silence, he started to turn, planning on heading back up the stairs, and back to his room to relight the candle.
Maybe it wasn't her, he thought gloomily to himself. Maybe I left a window open before going to bed and it was simply a draft blowing past me on the stairs.
God knows it was certainly windy enough with the storm and all whipping around outside for this to be a plausible explanation.
But after taking only one step back up the stairs it happened. There was a quick flash of lightning and in that flash he saw her. Or thought he saw her. Or hoped he saw her and it was simply not an over active imagination playing cruel tricks on him.
The incredibly brilliant flash of lightning revealed a figure, she appeared to be clad in a tan nightgown, standing at the top of the stairs with a beguiling smile on her pretty face.
Jessie's soft, motherly smile, it might have been her best feature on her slightly plain but still attractive face. Her short, fashionable hair, a light brown, was unmistakable even in the quick flash of lightening. The figure, as best as Stevie could tell, looked about the same height and size of his mother, five six, maybe hundred and thirty pounds, but it was that caring, motherly smile, speaking of enduring love, tender and kindness to him which was most evidence Stevie had the figure he spied was indeed his mom.
He knew that smile anywhere. How could he not considering it had ruled his life for as long as he could remember.
If that is not my mother, it's the twin sister she doesn't have, Stevie thought in the meager second and half this hauntingly beautiful figure presented itself to him. Yes, indeed his mother seemed to glow in unearthly beauty as she stood there at the top of the stairs, smiling down at him. If it wasn't his eyes somehow deceiving him the fact was she appeared five, or maybe even ten years younger to him and abundantly attractive.
After the stairs nosedived back into utter darkness, Stevie stood frozen for a few long seconds, trying in vain to detect any movement at the top of the stairs. Finding none, he started to ascend the stairs once again. "It's probably just my eyes playing tricks on me and some wishful thinking she was there," he muttered to himself.
He managed to reach his room without further incident, and after lighting the candle once again, headed back down the stairs.
In a perfect case of déjà vu once again he felt something breezing past him, this time just as he was reaching the top of the stairs, causing the candle to first flicker before winking out.
"Christ, not again," he muttered as he heard the door to his mother's room open and then shut.
He considered chasing his playful tormentor into her room, but without the benefit of light decided against such a bold course of action. Instead, once more he scampered back down the hallway to his room.
After relighting the candle, his lesson learned, he took the book of matches with him before heading out into the hallway.
This time, unlike the previous two times, his playful tormentor, made no attempt at stealth. Instead, just as he was descending the stairs and was near the bottom, he heard the loud pitter patter of footsteps rapidly bouncing down the stairs behind him.
Before he could even turn around, he both felt and heard a loud puffing noise just before his candle flickered and then went out. This was directly followed by something a bit more ominous when his tormentor gave him a hard pinch directly on his butt.
Giggling, his attacker fled back up the stairs but not before Stevie was able to catch a glimpse of her as he, well prepared this time, quickly relit the candle, raising it just in time to cast enough light to catch a flash of color at the top of the stairs.
A flash of tannish color that is. Tan as in the same color of the nightgown he had thought he spied his mother wearing when the stairs were lit up momentarily by the quick flash of lightning.
Maybe she is real after all, he excitedly thought while again resisting the urge to give chase.
Instead, he continued on his journey to the kitchen, determined to get his glass of milk.
Leaning against the counter, candle in one hand, glass of milk in another, Stevie sipped on his milk as the house creaked and moaned while being lashed with the dual threats of both heavy wind and loud raindrops.
At least the thunder and lightning had ceased for the moment, he thought to himself as he drained the last of the milk.
Not ready to go back to bed yet, the warm milk needed time to work its magic, Stevie retired instead to the living room, cuddling under a heavy blanket he pulled from the downstairs closet.
Let her come to me, he thought wearily as he started to doze off on the comfortable sofa about ten minutes later.
He had just nodded off when he felt a soft kiss on his lips before a whispered voice was cooing in his ear.
"Search deep in your memories honey and remember a stormy night, just like this one, from the past, something both unpleasant and pleasant for us and when you do, and only then, come find me so we can both relive that night but this time . . . with maybe a happier ending for my baby."
Bolting up from the sofa, he came instantly awake. Stevie knew the truth this time: it was her voice whispering softly to him which meant it was also her soft lips which caressed his just mere seconds ago.
But as beguiling as that kiss might have been, it was those soft whispered words about remembering the past that set his pulse to racing for his heart realized what they meant even if his brain, as of yet, wasn't able to fully comprehend their meaning.
Wanting to follow her instructions exactly, he concentrated on the past. It didn't take long for that night to come back to him. It had been both wholly wonderful and traumatic all at once.
He was eighteen years old and had just learned of his mother's cancer not three days earlier, and how serious it was, when he experienced one of those god awful nightmares that can even scare older boys. That particular night, just like this night, was rocked by the crash and boom of thunderstorms.
The nightmare shook him enough where he was afraid to go back to sleep. Seeking comfort, from both the storm and the awful dream, he went to his mother's room.
He remembered entering the room, she was at her vanity table brushing her hair, and very hesitantly admitted to having such a god awful nightmare he couldn't get back to sleep. Smiling that soft smile of hers, she led him out of the room and downstairs to the cozy den, assuring him she had the cure for his awful dream.
While he started a fire in the old fashioned brick fireplace, she ran off to get a blanket for them to snuggle under. When she returned she was carrying not just the blanket but also a glass of wine.
He remembered how she quickly downed the wine before they snuggled together under the blanket. Wrapped in her tight embrace, he told her of his nightmare.
In his nightmare he was in alone in some unknown dark room with thunder and lightning crashing all around him on the outside. Suddenly his mom was there, across the room and crying. She was being assaulted by a skeleton type figure in a hooded black robe. He knew, with stark horrifying clarity just who her attacker was: the Grim Reaper himself.
Stevie jumped to his feet as the Reaper dragged his mother away. He recollected spotting a single word scrawled in sickly yellow across the front of his black robe: CANCER.
He needed to save her, but as he tried to catch them, it was like running in quicksand. The Reaper cackled; his mother cried as she was being dragged down a long hallway. At the end of the hallway a door opened. Beyond was a fiery room of dancing flames.
His mother screamed again as the Grim Reaper dragged her closer toward the flames licking out from that damnable room. Stevie redoubled his efforts, especially after he broke free from the sucking quicksand. Running furiously he tried to catch them, but the hallway seemed to stretch out further, increasing the distance between them no matter how fast he ran.
It was all in vain. His mother disappeared into and beyond that wall of flame with the Grim Reaper still cackling manically. Stevie crashed against the door as it slammed shut. Beyond he could hear his mother's pleading, crying voice, "Stevie save me, Stevie please . . ."
He woke up in a cold sweat then. His heart racing, tears streaming from his eyes. He knew then cancer was going to take his mother. The dream and then the retelling of it was the traumatic part of the night; the wonderful part was to quickly follow making it all worth it.
After he told her of the dream, he snuggled deeper under the blanket as he broke down in hot tears.
He remembered now her sweet whispered words and what happened next as if it just happened yesterday.
She raised his face up towards her, whispering, "Shhh baby, Mommy is here . . . Mommy is here."
She then proceeded to patiently, to wonderfully, spray the entirety of his cheeks with light airy kisses before -blissfully—her lips found his.
They exchanged several kisses, her soft, sweet lips tasted of the red wine she just drank. He remembered how he wanted more, how those kisses make his cock quickly grow from soft to firm.
Sadly though, the firmness of his cock caused him to panic. Afraid of going too far, he pulled back, breaking off their kisses before she gently wrapped him into her warm embrace. Slowly his tear stained face sank down against her chest until it ended up squarely in the soft valley between her deliciously nice breasts.
God how he wished there was nothing between his cheeks and those lovely breasts of hers but there was: the pretty tan nightgown. Yes, the same nightgown he spied her wearing when the stairs were lit up briefly.
The past now properly remembered, Stevie rose to his feet, hoping, praying that is, she would be up in her room, waiting for him to come to her . . . and complain of being scared by an awful nightmare.
As Stevie slowly climbed the stairs he realized he would not even have to lie about having a nightmare as this whole past year, without her, had been a true living nightmare of loneliness.
Holding his lit tamper candle out in front of him, he slowed as he reached the top of the stairs. Turning toward her room, he noticed the door was shut tight now but there seemed to be just the faintest of light coming from under it.
He moved slowly toward her bedroom, pausing as he reached the door. He listened and heard nothing before slowly pushing the door open.
She was there; sitting at her vanity table, combing her hair out. She was wearing a tan nightgown. Assuming it was the same tan nightgown he spied her wearing earlier on the stairs, the same one she wore the night of his bad dream so long ago, he slowly advanced across the bedroom to her.
The faint light he spied came from several flaming small tea light candles spread out on the table in front of her. She continued to brush her gorgeous short light brown hair, apparently unaware of his presence.
Stevie had left his mom's room totally alone after she died. He simply refused to get rid of any of her stuff. It just would have been too painful. Now he was glad as she sat there using the expensive Mason Pearson hair brush he got her as a Christmas present on the last holiday they celebrated before she passed.
Crossing the room some of the things he read about ghosts came back to him. How they often repeated their actions from when they were alive. This certainly seemed to be the case tonight as he recalled how his mom used to sit before going to bed, every night, brushing her hair in front of the vanity mirror. Often, even when the power was not out, she would brush her hair by candle light as she had a bit of a fetish for candles.
As he moved directly up behind her, he blew out his own candle before tucking it in the pocket of his gym shorts. She finally acknowledged his presence when she gave his reflection in the mirror a sad smile.
He returned the smile before whispering, "Mom . . . Mommy . . . I . . . I had a bad nightmare. It was awful."
She stopped brushing her hair. Carefully, she placed the brush on the vanity table as their eyes met briefly in the mirror causing his heart to race.
Looking down at his feet, he shuffled them nervously, afraid this whole surreal experience was nothing but a dream itself. But if it was a dream it was very much threatening to become a "hard" dream as he was more than a little firm down there.
This firmness was caused by staring at her in her nightgown. The sleeveless gown, it was not, per se, sexy, as it wasn't particularly tight, nor short, stretching all the way to the floor, but instead it was, like her, simply nice and pretty.
Adding the only color to the otherwise solid tan of the gown, the cups covering his mom's nice 34 C breasts were covered with a series of beguiling, fairly wide, alternating dark pink and light brown stripes. Inside the stripes were a series of small heart shaped figures.Under the bust of the gown was a delicate tan string tied in the middle. He remembered how he stared longingly at that string that night, wishing he possessed the courage to untie it as a prelude to maybe removing her gown completely. But, in the end, seeing his mother naked, remained nothing more than a mere fantasy.
Saying nothing still, she stood up before turning to face him, her face a mask of motherly concern.
Reaching out she brushed her hands lightly against his cheek. Despite how solid she looked, her fingers flickering across his cheeks was like being touched by the faintest of breezes.
Giving him an almost sly smile her hands floated down to just below her chest.
In a soft voice that just rose to the faintest of whispers she said, "Mommy knows what you need, baby?"
Grasping the large tie, bit by infinite bit, she started to undo it.
Stevie watched as his mom leisurely loosen the tie under her bust before reaching up with both hands to carefully slip the semi-wide straps of her gown across her shoulders.
She seemed to be almost under some kind of spell, her half lidded eyes had this dreamy, faraway look to them, both appealing and unnerving all at once. Combining this dreamy look with her ultra-slow movements left Stevie feeling his mother was almost in some kind of half-awake coma. Adding to the coma like effect she seemed to be under was the way her spoken words to him were so few and so quiet.
Then again she was coming back from the . . . NO! He wouldn't, couldn't think of her like that. Instead, he concentrated—hard—on this being a totally real experience with his, yes, totally alive mother.
It was easy to lose himself in such thoughts as he stared while she carefully dragged the twin straps of her gown across, and then over and down each of her shoulders.
Stevie's cock jerked in his underwear and then became instantly hard as her gown floated down and off her naked body to gather at a heap by her feet.
In the soft light of the candles his mother's naked body looked extraordinarily beautiful.
She tilted her head seductively at him, blinking those dreamy eyes in a most alluring manner as he stared, awestruck, at her nakedness.
His eyes soon became stuck on her nice breasts. They glowed with unearthly beauty as he continued to stare before finally he let his gaze fall downward.
She was fully naked he happily discovered as his gaze fell between her legs where he spied a neatly trimmed matting of light brown pubic hair matching the color of the hair on her head.
Taking his hand, she led him over to the bed. His eyes focused on her slightly plump, perfectly rounded bottom as it too shined with smoldering splendor, causing his cock to reach new heights of hardness.
Pausing just before her bed, she reached out, turning the covers back before turning to face him.
Again she hit him with that soft fetching smile before reaching out. Gripping the bottom edge of his tee shirt, she patiently pulled it up and off of him before turning her attention to his shorts.
He stood perfectly still as his mother leisurely stripped off the shorts. He noticed her eyes flickering downward as an almost impish grin spread across her face.
There was a brief pause before, unbelievably, she was tucking her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and carefully pulling them down.
He heard her let out an audible sigh as his large seven and half inch cock was released from the tight confinement of his briefs.
She gently helped him get settled in her bed before joining him. Turning, they lay on their sides facing each other as he whispered, "I missed you so much, Mommy."
"Show me," she whispered back.
This time when they kissed he did not pull back when her tongue slipped out to quietly explore the depths of his mouth. Reaching down, she found his hands before guiding them up to her breasts.
He kneaded them softly—God they were so nice and firm-- as their tongues danced and pulsated in and out of each other's mouths.
After a fiery exchange of breathless kisses, he felt her lightly pushing his face down into the warm valley of her breasts. Stroking his lips with a tender finger, she whispered, in a voice quivering with desperation and urgency, "It's time . . . for your midnight feeding, baby."
Stevie's heart thumped in his chest as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth —just as the old antique grandfather clock in the corner of the bedroom began to chime quietly. It, indeed, was midnight.
As his mother's warm breast slipped into his mouth, Stevie, undone with passion, began to suckle on it urgently. He felt her nipple first stiffen before becoming fully erect as he lashed his tongue out and around it.
Her soft moaning only served to urge him on all the more as he switched to her other breast, attacking this one with equal aplomb.
Oddly enough, the more he suckled on his mother's breasts the more life he seemed to be breathing into her as she was starting to moan louder, and then louder still, as continued to imbibe on her nice breasts with a barely contained passion.
"Go on baby, make love to mommy's breasts with your mouth. Suck on them please."
It was a pleasant enough thing to agree to, especially as-- seemingly - she continued to come more alive, the more he slurped greedily on her tits.
She was squirming all over the bed now as time seemed to stand still while he tenderly suckled on her breasts. Five minutes passed as the quiet bedroom was filled with the sounds of his lip smacking, passion filled suckling session. Finally, things reached their zenith when she grabbed his hand, pushing it between her legs.
"See how wet your midnight feeding it making me honey?" she told him in a loud and harsh whisper.
He happily discovered how very right his mother was when his index finger easily slide up and inside of her, making her whine loudly, as he continued to feast on her breasts.
"Honey, can . . . can you kiss your mother, down there, between her legs, please baby."
He kissed his way down across her tummy till her found the sweet nectar between her legs. Lashing his tongue out, he lathered her sweet tasting pussy with a plethora of light kisses before flickering his tongue across her clit, making her squirm mightily.
Yeah, she was fully alive now and hot wired for action as Stevie went to town eating her out. His darting, twisting tongue soon had Jessie wriggling all over the bed.
Reaching up with his hands, he fondled her tits as he shoved his tongue deeper in her wet hole, swirling it around to maximum effect.
"Oh baby, mommy is going to . . ." She never finished her sentence as his tongue found her clit once more. Assaulting it with unbridled enthusiasm, Stevie sent his mom careening over the edge.
"Now it's your turn," she said as she turned over.
Rising up on her knees, she grabbed the headboard of her bed, presenting her backside to be plundered.
He carefully stroked her bare ass with both hands before leaning forward, his hands sliding up to cup her delicious hanging breasts as his assaulted her neck with a series of passionate kisses.
Bringing his cock up, he placed it carefully at her wet opening while he continued the gentle assault on her tits with his hands.
"Go on baby, put it in. Make love to your Mommy . . . hard and fast," she whined as his cock nestled itself inch by inch into the wet, warm folds of her waiting vagina.
Finally, unable to show any more restraint, with a loud grunt, Stevie propelled his hips forward driving the entire length of his sizable cock deep inside of her.
Jessie let out a loud wail as his cock plunged deep inside of her. Gripping her hips with both hands, overwhelmed with sheer forbidden passion, Stevie began to fuck his mother as if both of their lives depended on just how hard he could ram his cock inside of her.
She was soon moaning like the cheapest of harlots as he pounded his cock inside of her a good half dozen times before he let out a loud whimper as he spurted a huge load of cum deep inside of her.
Collapsing unto the bed with both his leg and arms muscles still quivering, Stevie found her wrapping him into her warm embrace as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Mom are . . . are you back now . . . for good I mean? How is this possible?"
"Shhh baby, I am not allowed to answer questions of what happens after we pass to the other side. I will just say the other side, as I know it, is filled with magic and mystery and has both demons and angels, and just like on this plane of existence where the good guys are not always wholly good and the bad guys not all thoroughly bad, not all demons are bad and not all angels are good. You shall learn more when the time is right but not from me."
More she would not say and as he suddenly felt very tired, maybe more tired than he had ever in his life, he did not press the matter, but instead closed his eyes, falling into a deep slumber. When he woke up in the morning she was gone.
A week passed, and then two while the house remained depressingly quiet. His only solace came when he remembered how she told him, "You shall learn more when the time is right but not from me."
She never once told him anything but the truth so took some measure of comfort, sooner or later, something would happen.
Thankfully, it turned out to be sooner as a day later he came down to breakfast to find a note, written in his mom's ultra-neat handwriting, attached to the fridge by a magnet.
The note was nothing more than a phone number. He stared at it for a short moment before tucking it into his pocket. Obviously, she wanted him to call the number but since he was already running late for work the call would have to wait until he got home.
That afternoon he carefully dialed the number, waiting breathlessly for someone to pick up.
A soft feminine voice on the other end picked up after the third ring. "Olga's Oddities . . . all things supernatural, all the time. How may I help you?"
"Hmm, I'm not really sure. My . . . my mom left me this number and I . . . I was supposed to call I think but--"
"Is your name Stevie?" the voice interrupted.
"Yes."
"My great grandmother Olga, she is the owner, told me to expect your call sometime soon. My name is Sophia."
"Oh, well the thing is my mom . . . well its . . . it's complicated and I'm not sure why I am calling."
"Don't worry my great grandmother knows why. She told me you would be traveling many miles to come here and talk to her but it would be well worth it for you."
"Oh, hmm, well where is here. I mean, where are you located?"
"In a little town called Wilksbury. It's in Connecticut, not far from New Haven."
"Oh, ahh, I am in Suffolk, Virginia. So I am supposed to come talk to your great grandmother? Does she have information about my Mom?"
"Is your mom a ghost?"
Stevie paused at the highly precise quesiton. It was just thrown out there so casually before answering. "Yes, I mean she passed a little over a year ago and--"
"Say nothing more. Save it for my Nana. When can you come here? The sooner the better."
"It's a bit far but . . . ahh I think tomorrow I suppose if I got up early I could be there by the early afternoon."
"Good. Here is the address."
After getting an address of a café near the bookstore a very anxious and excited Stevie could hardly wait for the next day to come.
It was a little after 1 pm when Stevie wandered into the nearly empty small café. There was two people sitting at a long lunch counter, locals more than likely, and then in a back booth was a positively ancient looking old woman dressed in all black.
That must be Olga as Sophia had told him her nana was both very old, liked to dress in black, and always sat in the same corner booth in the very back of the café.
Stevie slowly approached the woman. "Excuse me are you Olga?"
Looking up, the old lady gave him a toothless grin before she murmured, "I be Olga and you be Stevie, eh?"
"Yes."
"Good, good. Sit then, don't make old woman eat alone, huh. Buy me lunch and Olga tell you much tings you need to knows."
Stevie slowly lowered himself into the booth across from the old lady as she cackled. "You be as cute as your mom did say eh?"
"I suppose. You . . . you talked to my mom. You know she is . . ."
"Yes passed. I know. Olga knows all, explain all over soup and sandwich."
Stevie spent the next thirty minutes listening to the old lady tell him all sorts of fascinating things. Olga, with a straight face, described herself as being nothing less than a witch, and was someone his mother reached out to before dying and actually befriended. This friendship survived her death as Olga relayed how his mother continued to communicate with the old lady in her dreams.
Toward the end of their lunch, Olga passed a plain white envelope to him. "Read dis when you gets home and if you brave take the potion I'm about to give you."
Reaching into a large burlap bag sitting next to her on the café booth, the old lady rummaged around it a bit before pulling a small clear vial from it filled with a red looking liquid and a letter sized plain brown envelope.
Shoving the vial across the table to him, she smiled her enduring toothless grin before dropping her voice to a low whisper. "This be me special potion, boy. It be mighty powerful. Letter explain. Don't worry, Olga no write the letter, my granddaughter did, but the words, the request come from your mother and from Ms. Aphasia."
"Apha—who?" Stevie asked having never heard of this person.
"She be a powerful demon who taken your mother under her dark wing. Hmm, that be why she able visit you agains. Now it be time to reward, Ms. Aphasia for her allowing such a ting."
Stevie, properly worried, started to open his mouth to ask about this demon named Aphasia, but before he could get the words out Olga was raising one gnarled finger and waving it. "No questions boy. Go home, read letter. Now time for old lady to go sell more books at her store."
Stevie, observing how there was something forceful in the old ladies demeanor indicating she would not welcome being questioned, scurried out of the booth and helped Olga to her feet. Turning a baleful eye on him, she bade him a good day and shuffled off out the door.
The nearly five hour drive home was nothing short of torture thanks to Stevie's overwhelming curiosity about the letter, but deciding it would be best to wait until he got home to read it, as Olga suggested, he put his curiosity on hold.
It was just past eight before Stevie settled down to read the letter. It was computer generated on Word, doubled spaced and about page and a half long.
Paper clipped to the larger note was a small piece of stationery with something written on it. The handwritten scrawl was excessively neat.
Stevie-
Trust in Olga's potions. My great grandmother is—as advertised—a powerful witch with equally powerful potions which will work as advertised.
Sophia
"Well she certainly looks the part anyways," Stevie muttered to himself before setting the small note aside. Turning his attention to the large note he started reading it with increasing fascination.
Stevie:
I am writing this to you a mere few days before I am to pass. Thanks to my powerful friend Olga (if you are reading this you have met her by now) I know the exact day, to the hour even, I am set to expire. Olga, among other powers, has the ability, sometimes clear, sometimes not so clear, to divine the future. My future, sadly, is clear. Once I pass to the other side I will be in contact with a powerful entity that goes by the name of Aphasia.
Aphasia is known, among a select few that study such things, by several monikers: Mistress of Wickedness, She Who Must be Obeyed, Dominatrix of Forbidden Desire, but regardless of what she is called I am in her debt thanks to her granting me the power to return to your world.
If you want to see your mom gain her peace and cross over to the other side without issue we must do the biding of Ms. Aphasia and replay the debt owed to her. My part is asking you to do this, your part is actually doing it.
The potion Olga gave you will allow you to do this. After taking the potion you shall fall into a deep coma like sleep where you will be transported to an alternate plane of reality. On this plane, for her viewing pleasure, you shall be seduced by one of her minions she owes a favor to. Now this is the important part: on this alternate plane of existence you must be receptive to being seduced, honey . . . by this other mother of yours.
I cannot stress how important that part is so I will say it again: When you cross over, please acknowledge her love, acknowledge her desperate need for a son to love, and to love her back-- as you loved me before and still do. Do not worry about me being jealous for jealousy is not an emotion I can afford.
When you wake up in the morning you shall remember what happened, the good parts anyways, as if it was a very vivid and pleasant naughty dream, but unlike dreams, which are often fuzzy and make no sense this dream of yours will offer perfect clarity and will not at all seem like a dream while it is happening.
You are doing this because, above all else, Ms. Aphasia is a voyeur supreme of her pet humans' forbidden activities. You may be wondering-- if she likes watching a mother and son together why can't we be together again while she watches us?
A fair question and one that I shall answer: because she has already seen us together hon. Yes she was there that night, watching carefully as I seduced you and being she has already watched us once and loves variety, she wants to see you again, but with another woman. One of her minions that is owed a favor and needs some good loving attention from her adorably cute son: YOU.
I promised her you would do this so please hon take the potion tonight and if you please the Dominatrix of Forbidden Desire as she watches she shall allow me to cross to the other side peacefully.
Needless to say, if the debt goes unpaid, she is a demon and has promised me she shall curse you with bad luck until your dying day in addition to not allowing me to pass peacefully. Olga assured me she has the power to do so and it would be quite unwise to leave this debt we owe her unpaid.
Knowing you shall take Olga's potion for us I will tell you the necessary background information about the minion you shall be meeting tonight.
Your Mom's name is Dianna, Caucasian, forty two years old, extremely shapely (just like you like) with a mane of golden brown hair falling just past her shoulders. Her pretty hazel eyes are accented by a kind caring face and a clear, youngish looking, lightly tanned complexion. She is five foot six and weighs maybe one hundred and thirty some pounds.
She has the loving personality of an angel while possessing a pair of devilishly delicious large 36 DD breasts crowned by a pair of rather sizable nipples. I am sure you will sigh with inner delight when you see them, Stevie.
Your backstory is this: she has been married to your father (don't worry for you night of indiscretion he will be conveniently away on business), her high school sweetheart and the only man she has ever been with for twenty six years now. To say their relationship is on the stale side would be a vast understatement. In fact, just a few days prior she found out he was having an affair and, therefore, is feeling very insecure and vulnerable.
She is both lonely and bored but won't consider divorce until you are out of college. You are home for the weekend and after having a bad dream you will receive comfort for her. More I will not say . . . don't want to ruin your surprise but I will instruct you as follows: allow her to seduce you slowly, step by step. During the seduction process you will be expected to act both sweet and innocent, honey but most of all act like you are feeling extremely vulnerable and even still scared from your powerfully bad dream, (trust me baby your dream will be bad, Aphasia has assured me of this) allowing Dianna's full motherly instincts to kick in.
Honey, if you follow these instructions and behave in the following manner as I just described Aphasia will be pleased and will doubtlessly consider my debt to her paid.
Love,
Mom
After reading the letter a second time, wanting to make sure he didn't miss any detail, no matter how small, Stevie took a deep breath.
Reaching back into the envelope, he pulled the vial containing the magical potion out. Staring at it thoughtfully, it only took him a few seconds before he decided he would play along and take the potion.
After a hurried dinner and a quick shower, Stevie crawled into his bed around eight pm and before he could lose his nerve downed the contents of the vial.
The reddish looking liquid was semi-sweet and make him instantly drowsy. In less than a minute he was slumbering peacefully.
Stevie awoke some three and half hours later with a small shriek. His new mother, it had to be her, was sitting on the edge of the bed shaking his shoulder.
Blinking his eyes as he came awake he was totally disorientated. "Mom?"
"Yes baby, your mom is right here. You were having a bad dream I think. I heard you moaning loudly and heard you crying out and that's when I came in to check on you."
He was sweating profusely with his lone sheet all tangled around his feet while his blanket had somehow been tossed on the floor. Then with shocking horror he noticed it. He was sporting a huge erection inside his simple white cotton briefs.
She obviously noticed it too as she gave him a soft smile. "Here's lets cover you up, Stevie before you tell me about your bad dream or maybe it wasn't so bad after all huh?"
"Mom!!" he said embarrassed. He tried to roll over away from her but she grabbed his shoulder.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about honey. Most boys have those type of dreams."
"It wasn't that type of dream. Not really," he grumbled as he looked at her.
Despite looking a bit disheveled with her normally pretty chestnut brown hair pinned up and wearing no makeup, his new mother still looked pretty good in a mature motherly sort of way. This was in spite of the drab looking long sleeve cotton sleepshirt she was wearing. The ill-fitting, red multi plaid shirt came down to her knees and was simply unattractive in every way possible.
He instantly knew this was her usual sleeping attire just as he instantly knew he didn't like it when she pinned her hair up. Figuring the witch's potion must have planted all the necessary memories in his brain, he allowed himself to relax a bit.
Just before falling asleep he had been worrying about what if his new mom asked him something about their past he could not answer, or brought up some important event he should remember but couldn't recall. Apparently, this would not be a cause of concern allowing him to fully concentrate on the matter at hand: his awful nightmare.
The bad dream reverberated around his mind causing him, even though he was fully awake now, no small measure of angst.
"So tell me about your dream, Stevie."
He started to open his mouth and then snapped it shut knowing, somehow, telling her about the dream, right away, was not the proper way to go.
"I . . . I can't. It's embarrassing."
"Oh come on, sweetie. Don't be like that," she told him softly as she ruffled his hair. "I'm your mom remember which means you can tell me anything . . . even your bad dreams that involve her."
"How . . . how do you know it involved you?"
"I heard you crying out as I came into your room something like 'No mommy, stop it hurts'. I guess maybe I was doing something to you . . . bad?"
"Mom please . . . I can't tell you my dream."
She stood up as an angry frown crossed her face. "Lack of trust Stevie, is lack of love."
And with that final statement, she went storming out of his room, slamming the door shut as she went.
After stewing about it for about five minutes, Stevie threw on a pair of old jeans and a tee shirt and went to her room.
He knocked on the door softly and when there was no response he pushed the door open. She was sitting there in the middle of her bed with a box of Kleenex.
She looked up as he entered.
"There was a time Stevie when you would tell me anything but I guess that time has passed and has that intense love you once felt for your mommy."
He sighed as he crossed the room. "OK I will tell you but its . . . it's a bit naughty, Mom."
She patted the bed next to her. "Your mom can handle naughty."
"OK . . . fine. Here it is. In my dream you caught me doing something and got real mad . . . enough to scare me . . . enough to hurt me."
"What did I catch you doing that made me so mad, sweetie?"
Dropping his voice to a low whisper he said, "You caught me . . . masturbating."
"Honey that is normal for a boy your age so why would I be mad?"
"Maybe because I was using your . . . ahh panties."
She smiled. She just couldn't help herself before her face turned serious.
"Hmm, I can see how that might made some mother's upset . . . but not me . . . but I guess in your dream that was not the case. I was mad?"
"Real mad. You reached out and grabbed me . . . you know down there . . . and squeezed. Hard . . . until I cried out."
"Well that must have been when I heard you say 'Mommy you are hurting me.' I was wondering what I did."
Stevie looked down, not sure what to say next before he mumbled, "So now you know."
"I do and now, since I know, we need to talk about this a bit as obviously you are feeling more than a little guilty over your dream which leads me to believe . . . ahh your dream maybe is a reflection of reality?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean have you ever . . . you know . . . with your Mom's panties."
"Mom I . . ."
"Before you lie sweetheart you should know one thing. Your mom is sort of a neat freak when it comes to her underwear drawer and has everything arranged in it just so . . . you understand what I am saying."
He shook his head no in a vain attempt to ward off the truth. He knew exactly what she was talking about.
"OK I will just come out and say it. In other words, I know when someone has been messing about in my drawer where I keep my panties and since I know your father has no interest in the sexy stuff with me anymore that only leaves you, hon."
She let the thought dangle in the air as she reached out to stroke the side of his face . . . just as he was starting to turn beet red.
"You don't have to admit nothing baby. I can see the guilt all over your adorably cute face, but don't worry . . . mommy is not mad at you using her panties to help you get a bit of self-pleasure."
"You are not?"
Hmm, unless . . ."
"Unless . . . what?"
"Unless while you are using your mom's panties to do your business you are thinking about some sexy young thing from your school. That would be like cheating I think."
"No . . . I wasn't thinking of any young girls, Mom."
"So who do you think about when you do it then . . . with your mommy's panties? Tell me the truth or I will be upset." After a long pause she added. "Tell you what, I will whisper the answer in your ear and you just nod your head if I am right."
Leaning over she whispered, "You were dreaming of your mom . . . right, sweetie."
Leaning back she gave him a serious look as he fidgeted about the bed before finally nodding his head yes.
"Good then this is what we need to do. Listen to me as I can't have you wracked with guilt for something that a lot of boys feel for their mothers and that is . . . desire. Now the first thing we need to go is both get ready. You go take a quick shower which will give me time to get things ready here so go get freshened up and then come back to me."
Stevie mumbled his assent before hurrying across the room toward the door but before he could reach it she called out to him.
She began to speak as she crossed the room toward him. "Before you go there is one last thing I need to tell you and it's very important so listen closely."
Stopping before him she dropped her voice to a whisper as she outlined what she wanted. "I want to keep things as sweet and innocent as possible so neither one of us has to feel much guilt if something a little naughty happens between us as I'm helping you so that is how I want you to act for me, baby." Reaching out she stroked the side of his face. "Sweet and wholly innocent and also you must pretend to be very naïve, very, very naïve about the sexy stuff. Do you understand?"
"I am very naïve about the sexy stuff, Mom," he answered truthfully.
The demon inside of Dianna smiled. This was going better than she could have hoped.
Fifteen minutes later, it was just past eleven, he was padding on back down the hallway to his mom's room full of hopeful curiosity as to just what she had planned.
The house shook and moaned from a strong gust of wind causing him to shiver. He was wearing his usual sleeping attire: a pair of gym shorts with a tee shirt and no socks. Several of those embedded memories now hit him all at once: it was late November and they lived in New Hampshire, it was cold tonight with the lows dipping down into the mid-twenties.
Her door was partially open and after peeking his head inside he scanned the room.
When he didn't see her anyplace in the room, he stepped inside. "Mom . . . where you at?" he called out tentatively.
"Here honey," she popped her head out from the closet. "I will be out in a minute. I am trying to decide what nice thing to wear for you, but while you are waiting, why don't you turn out all the lights and get a nice fire going for us."
He hurriedly followed her instructions before settling down on the padded bench, staring idly into the flickering flames of the fire while enjoying its warming effects when he heard his mother crossing the room toward him.
He turned to look at her and nearly fell off the bench when he found himself confronted with a vision of pure sexiness. She had put on some perfectly applied makeup, allowing her pretty face to shine with unearthly beauty in the soft flickering light of the fire. She also let her hair down but the real show stopper was the gorgeous aqua blue sheer night gown she was now wearing.
It was sheer enough, in fact, to be practically see through allowing him to get a glimpse of his mom's large breasts. They hung there, like two perfectly formed dollops of womanly perfection, perfectly on display for his wide, staring eyes.
He noticed, couldn't help but to notice how his mom's nipples—Jesus, they were huge. In particular, the areolas of her perfectly large tits were fucking enormous.
He took a deep breath before tearing his eyes off his mom's tits and giving her a warm smile.
"You like your mommy's new pajamas honey," she cooed to him.
"Yes . . . they look nice on you, Mommy."
"Good. Then wait here while I get us some wine."
She turned. Strutting across the bedroom, she presented her slightly plump ass to him for inspection. It passed with flying colors as he loved the way her matching sexy turquoise brief panties showed off both of her ass cheeks without shame.
As she pulled out a bottle of white wine from the fridge and a small bucket, filling it with ice to chill the wine, another of those powerful memories hit him: my mom gets real friendly and highly emotional when drinking wine.
As she crossed the room back to him carrying the ice filled bucket with its bottle of white wine stuck in the center while in her other hand she held a pair of wine glasses, Stevie couldn't help himself as-- once again-- he found his eyes drawn to those big bouncy tits of hers as she strutted toward him.
"I'm glad you like your mommy's pajamas. I know turquoise is one of your favorite colors so I picked this out with you in mind, sweetie."
"You did," he lamely answered. It was all he could think to say.
He watched as she poured them both a full glass of wine. "Here this will help relax us both I think. Now drink it all down and quickly hon so you can get the full effects."
Following his mother's lead, he gulped down his wine. Smiling, she refilled both of their glasses halfway saying, "We can sip on this one."
After they both took a couple of large sips, she gave him a serious look before saying, "I have a question for you honey and I think you should answer my honestly."
"I will."
"OK so how many times have you used your mom's panties to . . . you know."
He fidgeted slightly before responding truthfully, the answer just popped into his head, "About, I don't know exactly, maybe fifteen times I think."
"Hmm, that is quite a bit and do you have a favorite pair of your mom's panties that you use the most often."
"Yes."
"Good. So why don't you go over and grab them from my drawer." Smiling she added, "I think you know where I keep them."
Stevie hopped to his feet, feeling an acute mixture of embarrassment and excitement all at once.
Once he reached her panty drawer he didn't, as he remembered he usually did, have to dig around to find her black satin lace panties which was his absolute favorite. Instead, they were resting right there on the top of all her other panties leading him to believe she had intentionally placed them there.
Once he reached the padded bench again he handed her the panties.
She held them up saying, "Hmm you found one of your mom's sexier panties I see." She then brought them up to her face, touching her cheek with them as she whispered, "Oh these are soft. I can see why you like them so much."
Dianne gave him a fetching smile before whispering, "So can you go ahead and show your mom just how exactly you use them to hmm, get off, baby."
He swallowed hard. "You mean . . . you want me to . . . ahh in front of you?"
"Yes," she whispered. Taking him by the hand, she led him the few feet over to the fire. "I want you to learn it's OK to do what you are doing. Now lay down on the rug sweetie and take care of your business while I go sit back down and watch."
She handed him the pair of panties before moving back over to the padded bench and sitting down.
Stevie sighed nervously as he laid down on the large plush white rug spread out in front of the fireplace.
He looked up at her; she was staring at him. "Go on baby. Do what your mom asked you to do. Trust me it's for the best."
"I trust you, Mom." He mumbled as he slowly pulled down his gym shorts and briefs just enough to allow him to slip his cock out.
At this point, his cock was still rather on the soft side, probably from being nervous, as he wrapped the silk panties around it. Thinking it would make him feel less nervous, he pretended he was alone as he started to move the panties around his flaccid penis.
After about thirty seconds, despite his best efforts, it was still not coming alive, managing only to barely reach a semi firm status. He was simply too tense from her watching him so intently.
"Mommy . . . it's . . . not working. I mean . . . I'm too nervous I think . . . you know with you watching." Embarrassed, he stuffed his limp cock back inside his briefs.
She smiled at him softly before standing up. Moving over to the bed, she gathered up her two pillows and the thick comforter before moving over and dropping down next to him.
She carefully arranged the pillows under him before pulling the comforter up to cover both their bodies as she stretched out on her side next to him.
Leaning on one elbow, she looked down at him while brushing her fingers through his hair. "Maybe mommy can help if you let her huh?"
"OK," he answered still uneasy.
"First, lay back close your eyes and try to relax as she decides best how to handle things . . . down there for her nervous little man."
Leaning back on the pillows, Stevie shut his eyes while wondering just exactly what she might be planning.
"Hmm, first of all I think it must have been, ahh, distracting holding both your briefs down and your shorts while trying to pleasure yourself so let's do this."
It started off nice anyways as she slowly stripped off his tee shirt and then his briefs so he was completely naked. After tossing them both off to the side she snuggled under the comforter next to his naked body once more.
Bring her mouth to his ear she whispered, "Maybe this will help things down there sweetheart."
She gave him several soft kisses, directly on his lips, and then a longer, firmer one setting his heart on fire with forbidden desire.
"Kiss me back, sweetie," she whispered as her hand slipped down under the comforter.
It was an easy order to obey as he kissed his mom back while feeling her hand slipping down lower across his belly.
Her tongue slipped inside his mouth just about the same time her hand slipped down over his growing manhood. Swirling her tongue deep in his mouth to maximum effect caused Stevie's cock to be upgraded from limp to firm.
Almost in self-defense he found his own tongue slipping out to taste her delicious wine stained lips.
"Hmm, someone finally is coming fully awake down there," she whispered as she finally broke off their kiss. Lifting up, she allowed the comforter to fall away from her body.
Reaching out, she gently brushed her finger along one cheek whispering, "Open your eyes and look at your mother, sweetheart."
Stevie eyes fluttered open to find his mother staring at him with a look of motherly concern. She had raised up just enough to allow the comforter to fall down revealing her upper body to him.
"Go on you can stare at your mommy's big boobies if you want sweetheart. I know you like them."
"I do," he said as his eyes happily flitted all over her chest.
Slipping one hand back under the comforter, Dianne found his cock was now growing quiet firm.
Reaching back she grabbed the black silk panties and brought them under the comforter. "Now concentrate on how good your mommy's titties look baby while she sees if she can get you fully awake down there."
Stevie let out a sharp hiss as he felt the soft silk panties being wrapped around his cock before she began to move them slowly up and down his growing manhood.
"Lay back down and close your eyes again sweetie while I take care of you."
He obeyed and was duly rewarded for his efforts when Dianne leaned down allowing her generous tits to fall fully down against his face . . . just as she slipped the panties down to delicately cups his testicles.
"Oh god that feels so good," he whispered as her tits bounced against his cheeks. He liked how soft the material of her nightie was against his cheeks and even more so how nice and firm her big boobs felt being gently smushed down against his face.
"Hmm, I think someone is fully awake now . . ." Dianne whispered as she moved the panties back to her son's hard shaft. Wrapping them fully around it, she started moving her hand up and down, slowly at first, before gradually picking up speed.
It didn't take long from this point as between his mother's big beautiful tits bouncing against his cheeks and her skilled hand working its magic down there he was near to coming already.
"Come on sweetie, come for your mommy . . . like before . . ." she cooed to him. "Come all over her pretty black panties . . . please baby, do it for me."
Stevie was on the verge of coming as the thought of his mom pleading with him to come was simply too much of a turn on.
Wanting to witness the eruption first hand, she quickly pulled the comforter down just in time to see the head of his cock poke up from under her black panties as she slipped it back down his rock hard shaft.
Dianne giggled as she saw a huge load of hot cum come spurting out of the head of his cock coating both her hand and the panties.
"Wow that was some eruption, baby," she said before leaning down and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.
Gathering him in her arms, she cradled him against her ample bosom and within minutes Stevie had slipped into a quiet slumber.
Sometime later, how long he could rightly not say, Stevie's eyes fluttered open. His head was still cradled gently against her breasts but what was not so gentle was the full on erection he was now sporting.
Lifting up, he whispered to her. "Mommy are . . . are you awake."
"Hmm, yes baby," she whispered. She had slipped into a light sleep herself but being the good mother she was she quickly woke up when he moved even ever so slightly.
"I'm . . . hmm hard again. Can you . . . like . . ." He let the thought dangle hoping she would finish it for him.
"Take care of my baby again. Of course, hon. Here . . ." Lifting up she gently nudged him onto his back while repositioning herself so her upper body was raised up and leaning back against the pillows for support. "Relax and listen while I tell you a secret from our past."
"You know when you were just a baby honey you used to wake mommy up with your desperate crying almost every night a bit past midnight."
"Why was I crying, Mommy?" he asked curiously.
"Because you were hungry sweetie and being the good mommy I was I didn't mind at all feeding my baby . . . even if it was the middle of the night. I called it your midnight feeding and to tell you the truth those times while I was feeding you, right here in this room, in front of this fireplace, on a cold winter's evenings when it was just me and you. . ."
"Where was dad?"
"He was working the overnight shift then hon so he was gone most nights."
"Oh . . . so we were alone."
"Yes, very much so and you know my secret is this . . . those times, those midnight feedings I used to give you were so sweet, so loving and so pleasant for me that I think they are some of, if not my best memories of us together. I mean, I could feel our love growing to unspeakable heights as I leaned back and allowed you to feed."
"I wish I could remember that," Stevie whispered softly.
"Hmm, maybe we should create some new memories . . . for the both of us. Tell me . . . are you hungry now sweetheart?"
"Yes, Mommy," Stevie whispered, his excitement growing as he could see where this was leading.
Using the gentlest of pressure she guided his face down toward her chest and then, yes, into the warm bosom between her ample breasts. Her turquoise nightgown felt heavenly soft against his cheek as he pressed his face tight against her pillowy breasts.
Dianna took a deep breath before diving into the forbidden waters. First she gently nudged his head off of her chest before reaching down and gripping the lower edge of her nightie.
Smiling at him warming, she slowly lifted her nightie up until her bare boobs, God they were so big and beautiful, were revealed to his softly staring eyes.
"Snuggle your head back down baby against Mommy's chest and close your eyes sweetie. It's time for our midnight feeding."
Stevie closed his eyes before his face slipped down into that vast abyss of his mom's soft, warm bosom. He opened his mouth as she used a gentle guiding hand around the back of his head to nudge his open mouth towards her waiting breast.
His cock sprang to attention once he felt her inviting nipple slid into his waiting mouth. What happened next was the most natural thing in the world as his hunger, his absolute desire for his mommy's breasts took completely over.
After suckling her nipple greedily into his mouth, he heard her let out a soft, gentle sigh before whispering, "That's it baby, don't be shy . . . suckle on your mommy's tits. Please sweetie, suckle the love from your mommy's breasts just like you used to suckle milk from it."
His mother's encouraging words drove Stevie over the edge. His tongue lashed out first, lathering the entirety of his mommy's nipple with warm saliva as it became wholly erect from the loving attentions he was paying it.
Once erect, Stevie clamped his lips around it and began to suckle like mad.
"Oh Jesus, honey that's it, suck on my boobies, baby," she begged him. "Don't stop."
His tongue lashed out again and again as he intermixed the tongue lashing with an excess of tender kisses. Moving his mouth all around the vast expanse of her boob, he showered it with dozens of kisses before she urgently nudged his mouth with her hand back to her large distended nipple.
Opening his mouth wide, Stevie sucked the entirety of her nipple into his warm mouth and began suckling on it with such eager attentions that is soon had his mommy moaning softly while begging for more.
Her voice, desperate with passion, urged him on. "Oh God that feels so good, baby." Tangling her hand into his hair, she tenderly prodded his face over to her other breast.
Warming to the task, liking the way he could seemingly make his mommy moan and beg for more, Stevie decided to do a bit of teasing.
Whispering sweetly, he asked, "Mommy can I have a bit of play time before I continue my midnight feeding. Pleaassee."
Straightening up, she artfully thrust her chest out at him. "So what does Mommy's baby wanna play with I wonder?"
After a brief pause he giggled before saying shyly, "Your big boobies, Mommy . . . if you'll let me. Please . . . pretty please."
"Oh sweetie," she cooed. "Listen to me, Mommy's little Stevie pooh never, ever has to ask permission to play with his mommy's big boobies. You understand me, never . . . I mean as long as we are alone."
"OK Mommy," he replied. "Can you close your eyes then and not open them until I say coz I have a surprise for you."
"Sure Mommy can do that sweetheart," she replied eagerly wondering what her obviously playful son might be up to.
As soon as her eyes were shut, Stevie reached over to the nearby ice bucket, grabbing a one of the larger ice cubes from it.
With a mischievous smile, he pushed the ice cube against one of her nipples making her first jerk from surprised delight before whispering, "Oh God that is so cold, baby."
"But do you like it," he asked sweetly as he circled the ice cube around her areola several times before moving it over to the other one, noting with happy delight how the coldness of the ice cube made both her nipples snap to attention in a most delicious manner.
"Yes, baby. Mommy likes you teasing her nipples but you know . . ." Raising up, she brushed his hands away as she told him in a voice cracking with excitement. "But if you really wanna play little teasing games like that lets . . . let's go all the way with it huh."
Leaning forward she whispered something in his ear that set his poor heart to a thumping.
"Really . . . we . . . we can do that, Mommy."
"Yes baby. Mommy's toys are in the bottom drawer of the night stand. I'll get them out and get everything prepared while you go wait in my bathroom and I will call you when everything is ready."
Stevie went scampering off to her bathroom as Dianna bustled around the bedroom getting everything set for some serious play time with her young and innocent son.
A minute later, Stevie heard her calling him. "Come out, hon, everything is set."
Stevie came out of the bathroom to find his mom, night gown back on, sitting in the middle of the bed, leaning on one arm, with a fetching smile on her face. The only light in the bedroom came from the soft glow of the flickering flames over in the fireplace.
"Come on over here to the bed, Stevie so you can see I was serious in what I just whispered to you a minute ago."
He hurriedly crossed the room in eager anticipation of his surprise. Once he reached the bed she motioned to one of the upper bed posts. "Look . . . you see."
Stevie peered towards where she was pointing. Attached to the upper bed post was a gleaming black fur lined handcuff. "Y-yes." Glancing around the bed, he noticed there was one of those gleaming black handcuffs attached to each of the four posts of her bed.
"Are those really for you . . . like you said?" he asked with nervous anticipation.
"Yes, like I suggested your mommy will be totally and utterly helpless and at your playful mercy when you begin to play with her. Now come on, and help secure her to the bed so you can get started with your play time."
It took about thirty seconds for Stevie to secure his mom by both her wrists and ankles to the bed. After securing her, he propped her head up with a pillow.
Bringing a full glass of the chilled wine over to her, he held it up to her lips before commanding her to, "Drink . . . all of it at once."
She only managed to get about half of the glass down in one swallow before turning her head away and whispering, "No more, honey. Your mommy has had enough already."
"Fine, well I don't wanna waste it so . . ." Smiling mischievously, he moved the still half full glass of wine, after adding several ice cubes to it that is, down and over her chest.
"Hey what . . . No, please!" She didn't get a chance to finish her protest before Stevie slowly dumped the remaining bit of all over her nightie soaking it.
"Oh shit that is cold!" Dianne cried.
"You think that is cold huh just wait," Stevie happily chortled as he dipped the empty glass into the bucket containing the ice cubes.
Seeing what he was doing, Dianne started to protest more. "Stevie, no honey, you can't. Pleaasse."
"I like it when you whine and beg Mommy but it won't help you. I am going to turn those bit tits of yours into a pair of big ole ice bergs."
The wine glass was about a third full of freezing cold melted ice while also containing a sizable allotment of ice cubes. Smiling at her, he brought the glass over to above her chest.
"No please . . ."
He paused just as he was about to tip the glass. "Shhh, Mommy or I will do this over and over again."
Dianna clamped her mouth shut and took a shuddering breath as she watched her son carefully tip the glass forward. The icy cold water soaked her thin nightie as Stevie happily maneuvered the trickle of freezing cold water back and forth over her chest, soaking it completely.
Once the glass was empty, Stevie carefully pulled his mom's nightie completely up exposing those big tits to whatever delicious thing he was planning on next.
Moving fast, he grabbed two of the largest ice cubes left and brought them over above her breasts.
"Now close your eyes mommy while I play."
Dianne shut her eyes knowing she would be in for some serious teasing now.
Stevie lowered the twin ice cubes down, attacking both her nipples simultaneously as Dianne twisted and turned in vain against the coldness attacking her poor nipples as he giggled with playful delight.
Stevie continued to rub the ice cubes all over her nipples until they became too small to manage. Smiling, he decided on one final act of teasing.
After filling the wine glass full of the last bit of melted ice water from inside the bucket, he brought it over to directly above his mom's chest.
"Open your eyes," he commanded her.
Staring up at the glass over her chest she asked in a very shaky voice, "What is in the glass baby?"
"Just some of the ice cold melted water from the bucket is all. Your boobs look thirsty so . . ."
Smiling broadly he began to tip the glass down as she started to whine, "Please no Stevie, your mommy's boobs are already freezing and--"
Dianne's protest was cut off abruptly when a cold trickle of water fell directly on her left nipple making her hiss out loud.
"Oh God . . ."
He kept up the steady stream of water until the glass was about half empty before he brought it over to her right nipple, giving it the same treatment as she squirmed and wriggled against the handcuffs in a vain attempt to avoid the icy water. Once he was done he pulled her wet nightie back in place.
After setting the glass aside he went over to the fire, adding some fresh wood until it was, once more, a blazing inferno. He stretched his hands out to the fire warming them up nicely just as he mom began to whimper. "Please honey, come warm your mommy's boobies up. They are so cold. They feel . . . feel just like a pair of ice bergs . . . just like you wanted. Now, pretty please, come warm them up, baby. I'm begging you."
Stevie ignored her whining for another good minute or two as he continued to warm his hands up by the fire. Finally, after what seemed forever to Dianne anyways, Stevie turned and slowly approached her.
"You are going to play with them some more right baby . . . this time with those warm hands of yours."
He smiled as he settled down next to her on his knees. Looking down at her, he allowed his desire to build as his eyes focused solely on her chest. He liked the way the wet nightie clung to her body; liked the way her fully erect nipples poked out from under the nightie, seemingly begging for some warm attentions.
"Please baby . . . warm them up for mommy," she whispered. "Pretty please. Don't you wanna play with them some more with those warm hands of yours."
Finally he gave into her begging. "My hands are warm see Mommy." Bringing them up to her face he held them against her cheeks.
"They are warm sweetheart . . . and I bet they would do a real nice job of warming my boobies up . . . don't you think."
"Hmm, I suppose so but your nightie it's all wet and in the way."
"So take it off then baby. There is ties at both shoulders . . . just untie it there and take it off of me."
Reaching over, Stevie quickly undid both ties before stripping the wet nightie off of her and tossing it aside.
"There that is better honey," she cooed to him. "Now you can play with them with those warm hands of yours with nothing in the way."
"Really Mommy," he teased her, "you will let me play with your boobies. You . . . you don't mind."
"Not at all sweetie . . . I mean that is why I allowed you to handcuff me to the bed so . . . so you could do anything you wanted to your pretty mommy."
"Hmm, I do want to play some more."
Reaching down, he started to fondle her tits—finally—to the much anticipated delight of his mother's.
"Oh God honey your warms hands feel so good," Dianne whispered as she closed her eyes and thrust her boobs up for his viewing pleasure.
Stevie ran his hands all over her boobies, mixing in a generous plethora of tender squeezes, as Dianne squirmed in utter delight over the way he was being so nice and gentle with them.
He moved his hands to the very summit of her mighty breasts before flickering his fingers, one by one, over her both of her ripe nipples concurrently.
"Baby I . . . I bet your mouth is nice and warm, just like your hands. Can you maybe suck on your mommy's big titties and warm them up that way. Please sweetheart . . . can you do that for me?"
"OK, Mommy," he replied as he lowered his mouth to her chest.
Dianne let out a pronounced moan as she felt her still frigid boobs, each in turn, being warmly assaulted by her son's ravenous mouth.
Ravenous was indeed the word as Stevie, in no time flat, began to suck on his mom's tits with reckless abandon causing her to squirm mightily once more against the handcuffs securing her to the bed.
She wanted him; needed him inside of her. "Please Stevie, baby . . . mommy wants you inside of her. Please put it in me. Please baby."
Moving slowly, allowing the tension to build, he raised up before turning. Slowly he removed her panties so she was utterly naked before him. Then just as slowly, wanting the memory to be forever imbedded deep inside his very soul he crawled on top of his mother.
"OHHH GOD . . ." Dianne moaned as she felt his hardness penetrate her for the first time.
Things started slowly as he buried his face against her neck. Pumping up and down, slowly, carefully, he made sweet love to his pretty mommy causing her to moan with untold pleasure.
But her moaning, her squirming under him, touched him someplace deep and forbidden—that is it turned him on immensely!
Bringing his mouth to hers, he rained a series of reckless kisses all over her face and throat as he went from zero to sixty in his lovemaking in a mere matter of seconds.
Raising up, he watched the effects of the incessant pounding he was giving her. It was simply awe inspiring the way her big, beautiful boobs bounced up and down every time he slammed his cock deep inside of her.
Soon, his only goal in life was to make those boobs of hers bounce up and down with every powerful thrust of his manhood. Adding to his forbidden pleasure was the way his mommy was moaning with carnal lust from the ceaseless fucking he was giving her.
Stevie found out one simple fact about himself: a woman's moans of pleasure was a great turn on to him and the fact his mother was moaning like the cheapest of harlots, because of the way he was fucking her so good and hard, was the greatest turn on of all.
It only took another half dozen or so thrusts of his cock deep inside of her before they were both, in a story book ending to things, coming in near synchronized accord.
Panting, he rolled off of her before quickly undoing the cuffs. Freed from her bondage, Dianne immediately guided him over to in front of the fire, the bed was too wet to comfortably sleep in, where they spent the night under a blanket, cuddled in a deep loving embrace.
In the morning, as promised, Stevie clearly remembered his dream to the point where his cock became instantly hard. After whacking off to the memory of his pleasurable dream, he let out a deep sigh. His mom's debt was paid to the demon bitch but now what?
Would she pay him another visit? Oh how he prayed she would.