Incest/Taboo Haunting of McKay Manor

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All characters are over 18+

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June, 7, 1865

Nora and Tate McKay lay in the bed she once shared with her husband. A husband that had been called up to fight for the Union. Leaving her all alone to run an expansive farm, to oversee things she rightly didn't know how to run. Yet it was her loving, handsome son that had saved the farm from her inexperience. However, this would be the last time they would ever share a bed due to Bill's return the next day. Although they could never know how cruel fate was as Bill's train had arrived early, nor could they know the horrors the man faced in that bloody war that forever changed the man. From the once kind, warm, caring man to the cold, heartless, callous one that the war had turned Bill into.

Those two love struck people were soon faced with the snarling, cold, wicked eyes as they looked down the barrel of Bill's, 1864, peacemaker. Bill's thumb reached up pulling back the hammer of the gun. His eyes fixated on the boy he had helped raised. Nora unleashed a horrific scream as her son fell flat on the bed as his gray matter painted the wall. Bill gave no answer to his cheating wife's questions as he unloaded the last four bullets into his Nora's chest. Bill stood at the end of the bed watching as that rich crimson liquid spreading along the bed. Unaware how those droplets fell through the cracks of the floor boards entwining themselves with the very bones of that once warm home.

April, 21, 2016

One hundred and fifty two years had passed since that dark day. Owners have come and gone most never knowing what truly lurked within those walls, however, there were a few that did know what stalked within those halls. Five times the former owners were met with death-five times the police could never understand why the husband would mur*er his own family. Yet as the newest owners of the McKay manor slowly rolled to a stop. One has to wonder if they too would meet the same fate of those poor souls.

"Well..." Anna Stevens said stepping out of her mid size SUV. The gentle breeze sent her auburn hair in undulating waves brushing against her shoulders. Her left arm rested on the top of the door while her right rested on the roof of her car. Her green eyes looked upon the white washed exterior of the nearly two hundred year old house. Praying that this move would keep her troubled son from any further outbursts. She couldn't afford to uproot her life again. If he couldn't chill that attitude of his than she had no other choice but to ship him off to his father. A man that cared more about his career than the family he ran away from. Anna knew if her son went overseas then his behavior would only grow worse than what it already was. She knew how isolated the property was. It was the reason she rented out her house in the city to live out in the country a good hour and a half from her job. Where she hoped her son wouldn't bring home any more trouble with him.

Anna wasn't happy forfeiting her home that she had worked hard for, all so her rebellious son wouldn't find himself in prison. She tried everything to keep him on the right path. Yet none of the groups she had put him in would keep him from drinking, using the drugs she had found countless times in his room; nor could they help keep him out of jail either. She was tired. Tired of trying to help a son that seemed hell bent on destroying his life. She had left her son in jail for three days, hoping that it would show him what awaited him if he kept down the road he was headed.

"This is home," Anna said, keeping the bitterness from her voice as she looked into the cab of the SUV. "Now come on Johnathan, let's go see what's inside."

"Fine," Johnathan groaned, "I bet this place doesn't even have the internet."

"Good. You'll stay out of trouble then," Anna sneered. Her eyes running down his body. Wondering what happened to the happy son she raised?

"Oh come on! It was just a simple hack. No one got hurt!" Johnathan groaned missing his laptop. Yet his parole stipulated that he couldn't be in contact with any computers, smart phones, or tablets. He wasn't about to go to federal prison. Jail was enough.

"John," Anna sighed pinching the bridge of her noise, "Hacking into the cities traffic mainframe is not a simple hack. You know the damage? The chaos you could have caused?! How many people could have gotten hurt by your stupid stunt! You know what I had to give up! Yet all you care about is yourself. Well, Mr., I've had enough! If you screw this up, I'm done."

"I know, Mom," Johnathan said hanging his head, "Sorry," he said weakly.

"Uh huh," Anna said rolling her eyes. She had heard that far too often. "Do you think I like moving an hour and a half from the city? Giving up the house I worked so hard for? All for what? A son who doesn't give a shit about who he hurts, just so long as he can get his fix. If you ever, and I mean ever step out of line that's it! I'm shipping you off to your father."

"What?! Mom no!" Johnathan said in shock. He had no wish to learn German.

"That's up to you, if you stay clean, do everything your parole officer tells you to do. Then maybe, just maybe I'll finally get the son I miss back," Anna said sternly crossing her arms.

"If it means not going to Germany," Johnathan said taking a dry swallow, "I'll do anything you ask."

"Anything?" Anna shook her head at the thought. Just because it had been five years since she's had sex. Didn't mean she was that starved for it to act on that depraved thought. "Well, come on," Anna said pushing her son towards the house. Anna found it odd when she did the walk through that the former owners had left everything behind, and why they were selling the house so cheaply. Every inquiry she made about the property proved that the house was sound, and in no danger from burning down from faulty wiring. Yet Anna just couldn't dispel the nagging feeling in the back of her head, as to why anyone would just leave everything behind? Yet it would save her money on furnishing such a huge home. All she had to pay the movers for was their beds and rest of their belongings that weren't staying in her former home. Anna was just glad she could find some renters so soon. She was going to need the extra cash and soon.

"Damn! Would you look at that!" Johnathan grinned madly at the 60' flat screen TV. "Tell me, we are keeping it right?!"

"Yeah," Anna said offhandedly as she moved through the home. Looking at her watch wondering were the movers were. They should have been there at the same time they arrived. "Come on, let's check out the second floor," she said pulling her son along, "Well, I guess this won't be your room," Anna said eyeing the pink paint on the walls. A chill ran down her spine, that uneasiness washing over her settling in the pit of her stomach.

"I don't know, I do like the pink..." Johnathan stumbled forward from the slap upside the back of his head.

"Don't be crude, John," Anna huffed; yet something whispered in the back of her mind if he would like the taste of her pink taco. "Okay," looking down at her watch again, "Since we got the rooms sorted. When the movers get here, have them put my bed in the master bedroom and my boxes. Then when they're gone start putting stuff away I want the kitchen, living room, and your room squared away by the time I come home."

"Anna? Look at that!" Carla whispered to Anna as she rolled into her cubical.

"Oh my! Isn't he just mmm...yummy," Anna purred as she peered around the wall of her cubical at the new hire as he chatted with Eric a few rows down from her. Her horny mind pictured that handsome hunk of a man pushing her into the men's room. Forcing her into one of the stalls, roughly shoving her against the wall, his lips ravishing her neck while he pushed down her pants. Spinning her around, running his cock through her lips before thrusting hard into her. Jamming three fingers into her mouth to muffle her moans, as he fucked the ever-loving shit out of her. Quickly rolling back into her cubical, feeling her slickness growing within her canal. She didn't want or need anyone smelling her arousal. Yet as the day wore on her mind just couldn't let go of that delicious thought. Digging through her purse for the one thing that always followed her around. Quickly looking over her shoulder, seeing how Carla had her ear buds in knowing she won't be able to her the buzzing.

Anna grinned sneakily as she pulled out her small pink vibrator she used sparingly at work. It was mainly for the ride home, so she wouldn't have to deal with her son's crap in a foul mood. God! How she needed a cock. Turning the little vibrator onto it's lowest setting. Her left hand guided that little toy along her dance floor. Biting her lower lip as her fingers skimmed along her moist labia. Her muscles slightly trembling as that vibrating toy ran through her hungry lips. Her eyes rolled in her head as it sat ever so perfectly on her clit. Her hips moving slowly so no one would realize what she was doing. Her mind dreaming of that man ramming his cock into her wet, starving, neglected cunt. Her polished nails scrapped down her desk as she pressed down hard on the vibrator. Fuck! She needed to cum and cum hard. Her mind flashed of his hands squeezing her breasts as that new hire fucked her hard. "Fuck!" Anna hissed into her mind as her phone rang.

"What...is it Johnathan?" Anna asked trying to hold back her moan. Her eyes went wide in shock. The vibrator had some how switched itself onto its max setting which was impossible to do, since you had to physically turn the top portion of the toy. Her thighs clenched together as she felt the vibrator moving from sitting in-between her opening and her clitoris, to sit right on top of that aching bud. Vibrating violently on her clit, her nails digging into the armrest of her chair. She wanted to move it, yet it felt to damn good.

"Could you order me a pizza?" Johnathan asked over the sound of the plates as he stacked them in the cabinet.

"Have you..." Her mind flashed back to the feeling of a cock gliding through her wet canal. However, it wasn't the man that had aroused her earlier. No. As her imaginary self looked back. Anna gasped as it was the face of her son fucking her so sensuously. "No! That's wrong Johnathan! You can't fuck your mother!" Anna moaned out inside her mind. "Gotten the living room unpacked?"

"Yes, starting on the kitchen," Johnathan sighed, "Do you want me to unpack your room too?"

"No!" clearing her throat, "No, I'll do it when I get home," Anna said. She didn't want her son to see all the toys she used to fuck herself with.

"Okay," Johnathan said drawing out the word.

"Ah fuck! Yes, Johnathan fuck me! Give mama that cock!" Anna moaned inwardly as she neared her peak. Her daydream increasing in speed, her insides melting feeling her son's cock pounding her into sweet bliss.

"Mom?"

"What?!" Anna said snapping out of her daydream. "Why is picturing my son fucking me getting me so damn wet? Why does it feel so...good?" she asked herself rubbing her clit on the vibrator. For some odd reason she wanted to cum while Johnathan was on the phone.

"The pizza?"

"Oh... right, you'll have your room unpacked by the time I get home?" Anna asked trying to stall for time.

"Yes Mom," Johnathan said rolling his eyes.

"Good." Anna said before adding to herself, "If you don't mama won't fuck you." As her shock washed over her so did her orgasm. "Oh yes! That's it baby, mama is cumming for you!"

"Mom?!"

"I'm ordering it now," Anna said with shaky breath. Her mind did not just say that? In no way would she ever say that, and yet then why did she find it so damn arousing?

"Okay." Anna tentatively set her phone down. Bracing herself on the lip of her desk as her hips rocked rapidly along that toy. Urging it to give her another orgasm just like the one a moment ago. Huffing in annoyance when it wasn't happening, snatching her phone from the desk searching the web for the nearest pizzeria to their new place. Walking towards the ladies room as the phone rang. Sighing loudly as she entered, pocketing her phone once Johnathan's order had been placed. Locking the stall door, unbuttoning her pants, her eyes went wide as she felt how wet her panties and the toy actually were. Sucking the vibrator clean, placing it into her pocket before wiggling her pants down her thighs.

"No! That's impossible!" Anna whispered in shock as she starred down at the huge wet spot on her panties. Seeing her juices continuing to drip down onto it. However, she watched as that drop passed harmlessly through the cotton material hitting the crotch of her jeans. "What the hell! I've never came that hard before!" Her thighs clenched together as she felt something run along her labia. Her son's image flashed in the forefront of her mind. "Mmm... yes baby fuck mama!" Her hand flew to her mouth. Shaking her head this wasn't her, it couldn't be her. "O...oh!" she moaned in a whisper as she felt something entering her.

Something seemed to invade her mind, her body, as it plunged into her wet cunt. Anna didn't feel like she was in control of her own body. Moving backwards, her ass resting on the seat of the toilet, her legs wide bracing themselves on the locked door of the stall. She just couldn't seem to stop herself as her fingers moved through her lips. "Johnathon!" a lustful purr rippled across her mind as her appendages slipped into her channel. "That's it baby, make your mother feel good," she said wantonly to herself.

"Oh god! Yes! Yes! Fuck your mother!" Anna screamed out inside of her mind as her fingers plunged rapidly in and out of her dripping cunt. "Mmmhmm." Anna licked her lips hungrily feeling another orgasm approaching. "That's it Johnathan pound that cock into your mother!"

"Yes!" Anna squeaked. Her legs squeezing together, her cream coating her fingers, her hot juice ran out and down her cunt; encircling her anus before the surface tension broke, falling to the surface of the toilet bowl water.

"Anna!"

Johnathan munched on the slice of pizza, the pizza box in hand as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He had to admit the pizza was damn good compared to those in the city. He didn't think that could even happen out so far in the boondocks. However, the way the man that delivered his order acted when he saw the house greatly perplexed him. Also the way the man high tailed it back to the road. Shaking the thought from his head, pushing the door open with his foot. Placing the pizza box on top of the dresser, eyeing the room as to were he wanted to put his bed. The bay window called to him, laying his half eaten slice on top of the box. Dusting off his hands as he walked towards that warm, open, welcoming space. Nodding to himself when all three windows worked, he had thought with the house being so old as it was. That the windows would be painted shut with all those layers of paint throughout the years'.

With his bed frame put together, Johnathan labored as he push the box spring across the floor. Huffing as he pushed it across the slats of his bed. Johnathan so wasn't about to be shipped off to Germany. No sir. If he had to buckle down to keep from himself from being shipped off. He knew it be hard possibly down right improbable. He knew how his mother was disappointed in him. Especially, when the cops raided their home two years ago. Those three days locked behind those bars taught him a great many of things: one if kept it up he either be in prison or dead, two he would have to learn to fight given the looks he saw while inside. He had no wish becoming anyone's bitch. As the sheet floated in the air...

"What the fuck!" Johnathan yelled out in surprise and fear as the sheet contoured to a body that he knew wasn't there. Jumping back from the bed as the specter disappeared. His heart raced, a chill ran down his spine as his eyes darted around the room. Shaking his head, "It couldn't be that," he chuckled wearyingly. Thinking what he saw was nothing more than his withdrawal symptoms playing with his head.

Tossing the remainder of the crust of his fourth slice of pizza into the box. Opening the top drawer of his dresser, Johnathan arched an eyebrow as he looked upon someone else's underwear. His feet dancing along the steps as he went to get the pair of rubber gloves, and a trash bag from the kitchen. He so wasn't going to be touching another dudes left behind underwear. Stuffing the articles into the bag along with the socks. There was no telling what if anything the former occupant had, and Johnathan wasn't eager to find out either. However, he did keep the t-shirts he found in the drawer below it. The pants he had to toss since obviously the guy who used to have his room appeared to be a giant.

"No way!" Johnathan said in awe, as he stared down at the laptop once he opened the last drawer. Backing away, pacing around his room in a circle, his finger tapping on his chin as he pondered on what to do. Sighing loudly no matter how much he wanted to tap away on those keys. He wasn't about to break his parole. He knew they would find it and take him back to jail. Carrying the trash bag along with the laptop down the stairs. Johnathan wondered how his mother would take the news. "Hey, Ms. Reeds?" Johnathan said into the old receiver of the ancient rotatory phone.

"Hello Johnathan, this isn't our normal check-in day, is something the matter?" his parole officer's sweet voice came over the line.

"Maybe...listen we just moved into our new place," Johnathan said giving the woman the address, "And I was unpacking, and I found this laptop that whoever owned this place before us left behind."

"Have you turned it on?"

"Of course not!" Johnathan said knowing just doing that would violate his parole, "The only thing I've done with it was to bring it to the kitchen so it be out of my room. I don't even know where the power cord is for it. When I found it two minutes ago I thought I should call you, so you can come and get it. I'll even take a lie detector test if you want me to."

"No need, Johnathan. Your mother did inform me of your move. I believe you, now I want you to place a piece of tape on the lid and base so I'll know no ones tampered with it. I'll wait while you do it," Reeds said. Johnathan kept his groan from escaping his lips. Reaching for the roll of packing tape, making sure it was next to the mouth piece ensuring that Ms. Reeds heard as he tore off a piece of tape.

"There," Johnathan said plainly.

"Good. It take me an half an hour to get there, so why don't you put it outside and go finish unpacking." Johnathan heard the sound of a car door opening over the line.

"Alright," Johnathan said before hanging up the phone.

Johnathan hurried down the stairs as he heard the knock on the door. The door handle turned, the warm air of the summer heat entered the house as he opened the door. There standing on his doorstep was his parole officer. Looking over the laptop to ensuring the tape seal hadn't been broken. Her suit jacket clung tightly to her slightly chubby body. He never understood why she wore pants that seemed to tight that seemed to cut into her thighs.

"Hello Johnathan," Ms. Reeds said sweetly, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she shoved the laptop into her bag. "Since I'm here, why don't you fill this up, and I'll do a walk through the house," she said, holding a plastic sample container before her.

Johnathan kept his curses to himself as he took the cup from her. Huffing as his parole officer spun him around pressing him hard against the wall.

"You know the drill, Johnathan," Ms. Reeds whispered into his ear. She loved being in charge. She loved the power she welded, namely with those that had a juvenile record. She knew how they wouldn't put up a fight, nor would they jeopardize their chance to remain free. They knew it would only take one bad report from her and they would be back in a six by nine cell. Her hands patting down his chest. Her fingers slipping under the waistband of his jeans before running along the diameter of his waistline. Pressing her breasts into his back cupping Johnathan's jewels. Smiling wickedly, when he wasn't saying a word. Her hands ran down his outer legs, then along his inner thighs cupping his jewels once again. Running her fingers along his taint grabbing handfuls of his ass. "Seems you're clean," Ms. Reeds said patting his ass one last time before moving away.

Johnathan kept his mouth shut as he turned around. This had been going on since he turned eighteen. It was only when he turned eighteen she had become so brazen in her advances, even forcing herself on him on his birthday. Not that his mother knew any of this. It would be her word against his, and Johnathan doubted his mother would believe him. Which she had a right too given everything thing he has done.

"Well, let's go Johnathan, that pee isn't going to magically fill the cup," Ms. Reeds said smiling devilishly. "No, no," shaking her head as she stood in the doorway of the ground floor bathroom. "Drop your pants to your ankles. That way I'll know you don't have something hidden."

Johnathan bit his tongue. They both knew he didn't given that very personal pat down. Yet he did as he was told.

"Mmm... yes, that is nice," Ms. Reeds purred licking her lips as she starred at Johnathan's ass.

Johnathan's body became still as his parole officer pressed herself against his back after he had set aside the cup. His Adams apple bobbed as he saw her arm reaching around him. Her right hand gripping his soft member while her left reached between his legs cupping his balls.

"I think someone has been bad," Ms. Reeds purred lustfully into his ear. "To call me out here when your all alone for a simple thing as a laptop," she said, her tongue teasing his ear, cradling his sack as she stroked his phallus. "I think I need to punish you," Ms. Reeds purred, "You liked it when I fucked you. I know you did. You don't have to say it. Now I think you need to stick this cock back inside of me, or would you rather go back to jail, hmm?"

"N-no," Johnathan stammered.

"Good," Ms. Reeds said, her puffy lips smiled cruelly, her nostrils flared as she enjoyed the power she had over him. "Lower the toilet seat Johnathan," she ordered.

Johnathan kept his face placid as he sat on the toilet seat. His cock twitching as his parole officer lowered her pants in front of him. He kept his disgust from his face as he saw another person's cum dripping out of her cunt. He wondered just how many men had pumped their seed into that loose cunt.

"My pussy is so sore by those bigger than you," Ms Reeds said putting Johnathan down, "Yet that cock will fit perfectly into my ass," she cooed turning around spreading her ass cheeks flashing Johnathan her brown eye. Lathering her fingers in her salvia before lubing up that sticky hole. "Now you just sit there like a good little boy," Ms. Reeds said, posing herself over his lap, her hand gripping his cock. "O...h yes!" she hissed as the head of his cock pressed against her anus. Sucking in a breath as it breached her ass.

Johnathan hated anul. It left his cock covered in shit, and at least to him it seemed the smell lingered even after he showered. His arms dangled at his side thinking over everything that could urge on his orgasm. He wanted to get this over with as fast as he could. Yet as he closed his eyes picturing every naked woman he had ever masturbated to. A chill drifted into the room. Invading Johnathan's mind, peering through his eyelashes Johnathan didn't see the back of his parole officer. No. To his widening shocked eyes, Johnathan saw his naked mother riding his cock.

"Oh?! What's this?" Ms. Reeds smiled triumphantly thinking the swelling of his cock was because of her. Unaware of what truly lurked within of that home.

"No Mom!" Johnathan cried out into his mind as the image of his mother's face peered back at him.

"You like fucking your mother's ass don't you?" something whispered in his mother's voice into his ear. "Doesn't that cock feel good stuffing that tight little hole? Don't you want to feel this always? It's okay baby, there's nothing wrong with fucking your mother." It purred sweetly into his mind. "A mother is supposed to take care of her son's needs, as a son supposed to take care of his mother."

"Oh yes! That's it Johnathan, you like that ass fucking you?!" Ms. Reeds moaned enjoying the feel of a cock in her ass.

"Come on baby fill mama with that cum!" It cooed into Johnathan's mind.

"Fuck!" Johnathan hissed as he dumped his load into Ms. Reeds ass.

"Here," Ms. Reeds said tossing Johnathan a soapy washcloth, "Clean that shitty cock of yours," she giggled menacingly before leaving the bathroom. Gathering her bag, looking one last time back at the bathroom knowing he was her little play toy.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Ms. Reeds. Has Johnathan done something?" Anna sighed tiredly as she entered the door.

"Quite the opposite," Ms. Reeds said, pretending like nothing had just happened. Yet all the while she could feel Johnathan's cum leaking out of her ass. "Your son called me about a laptop he found while unpacking his room. So I came straight over to pick it up, also since I was here I had him do another drug test. That way you don't have to worry about bringing him downtown next week."

"Really?!" Anna said surprised that her son would do something like that.

"Oh yes!" Ms. Reeds nodded her head, "I do believe your son slowly coming to realize the error of his ways. Calling me about the laptop proves that is so. Now I must go, do enjoy your new house," she said smiling warmly at Anna. Yet underneath that smile she was laughing at the woman. Wondering how she would like to know how her son's cum felt like in-between her cheeks.

"I hope so," Anna whispered waving goodbye to her son's parole officer before shutting the door.

"Mom?" Johnathan asked perplexed as to why she was home so early.

"Hello Johnathan," Anna purred sweetly as some strange light flashed across her green eyes as she turned to look at her son. "I just ran into your parole officer."

"Oh?!" Johnathan's heart raced wondering if she heard what he was forced to do in the bathroom.

"Mmmhmm," Anna said slowly sauntering to her son. Her bra (which was sitting on the passenger seat after she had fucked herself silly another four times.) less breasts bounced with each step. Her hands ran up his chest, along his shoulders before pulling Johnathan into a hug. Pressing her breasts into his chest, the feather light touch of her lips danced along his jaw before hovering against his ear. "It seems my talk this morning really got to you. You did the right thing today," she whispered hugging her son tightly.

"Umm... Mom?" Johnathan asked a little weirded out by her behavior.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you home so early?" Johnathan asked trying not to feel how soft his mother's breasts were.

"I must have ate something that didn't agree with me. I just haven't felt right since then," Anna cooed her fingers skimmed along his cheek before giving it a soft pat. "Plus my mind couldn't focus on work, not with you running through it," she said to herself.

"Oh. Then why don't you lay down then," Johnathan said. Wondering why her hug was lasting longer than usual.

"Yes." Johnathan eyed his mother out of the corner of his left eye. Her breath hot against his skin. Her perfume filling his nostrils. Her soft body pressing harder against his. "I think that is a good idea. Why don't you come help your mother put her bed together."

"Because if I stay in your arms any longer my sweet adorable son. Your mother will fuck you right here on the floor, and I don't know if I can live with myself if I did that to you," Anna said to herself. However, that necessarily didn't mean she wouldn't tease her son either. Her ass was always at eye level as she climbed the stairs in front of her son. Ensuring Johnathan got an eyeful with each step.

Four nights later...

Thunder retorted across the land. Lightning snaked its way from one cloud to another that marred the heavenly skies. Rain lashed out at the panes of glass pelting them in torrents of heavy droplets. Johnathan laid on his back, that blue-white light flashing across his chest and exposed left leg.

The brass door knob slowly turned. The hinges produced a slow squeak as some invisible force pushed that heavy wooden door open. Johnathan's hand instinctively reached down pulling his covers up as something gently tugged them down to the foot of the bed. Again slowly, ever so slowly that same force pulled down the covers that hid Johnathan's lanky body.

"Tate." the disembodied voice whispered softly. The mattress decompressed as an invisible knee then another crawled along the bed. "I'm sorry Tate, but your mother is lonely. Please forgive me for what I'm about to do." the spector whispered. "You've been such a great help to me, and mama can no longer resist the thoughts in her head," the spector of Nora McKay slowly materialized over Johnathan's body. Johnathan lightly stirred in his sleep as his boxers slid slowly down his hips. Frost started to form along the inner planes of glass. His breath hung heavy in the air.

"Tate? I pray that you don't wake up, because your mother can't hold back any longer." Gooseflesh ran up Johnathan's body as a soft breath flowed over his soft phallus. Johnathan's muscles rippled in his slumber. His manhood slowly awaking by that haunting touch. Soon Johnathan moaned softly in his sleep as her ghostly head bobbed along his stiffened rod.

"Tate? Do you like how your mother pleases you?" Nora's spector asked. However, her question was an infinite loop that has played over and over again for the past one hundred and fifty odd years. Whatever the answer was has been lost to the winds of time.

The soft breeze caused by the roaring ac unit to keep that house cool during the height of the southern heat. Her quintessence undulated in tight spiral waves as she leaned over Johnathan's body. Replaying the event that started it all.

"I promise Tate you're going to enjoy being with me," Nora's ghost cooed as she maneuvering Johnathan's cock to her ghostly snatch.

Anna stood silently in the hall. Peering through the crack, rolling her tongue in her mouth to ease the dryness of it. Her green eyes fixated on that hard, stout, throbbing cock of her son's as it stood straight in the air. Biting her lower lip as the lightning's bluish white light highlighted her son's cock. Unaware of what was happening within her son's room. Anna's hand instinctively moved down her chest, moving over her breast, along her stomach, and into her pajama pants. Her fingers moved hurriedly through her moistening lips. Her left hand flew to her mouth, muffling any sound that might escape it as she pleasured herself to the sight of that swollen branch.

"Oh Johnathan! How mama wants to feel that. She desperately needs it, so badly!" Anna moaned to herself as her juices flowed. "Please baby, just let me stand here looking at that cock of yours. Please don't hide it away from me." she pleaded slipping two fingers into her juicy peach. Her eyes widen as she saw her son's cock swell. It might have been years' since she felt a cock, yet she never forgot when one was about to cum. "Yes baby! Cum for your dirty, horny, lusting mother!" Anna purred hungrily rubbing hard on her clit so she could cum along with her son. "Oh god! Yes Johnathan! Cum with me, fill my pussy up with that sweet cum!" Her body quaked, her thighs clenched together as she watched roped after rope of his hot seed shot into the air. Anna quickly but quietly raced back to her room, where she could toy with herself until she collapsed in exhaustion.

"Yes Tate! Such a sweet boy you are giving your mother such a huge load," Nora whispered before fading away.

Three days later...

Johnathan sat bored out of his mind as the TV failed to hold his attention. His mind just couldn't let go that it felt like someone else was within their house. Something or someone he couldn't see. Odd things were occurring within the house. Odd cold spots, sounds of doors opening and closing by themselves, items moved to another part of the house when he had set down the item just seconds before. Then there was the woman he saw. The way she looked at him like she knew him, only to disappear if he dared blink. Leaving Johnathan rather perplexed and horny every time she appeared. He could no longer play off the events that he had witnessed as a trick of his withdrawing mind. No. He had to admit at least to himself that something wasn't normal with this house.

"Fuck!" Johnathan cursed softly. If he had a computer he could found out what he needed. Yet his past choices had taken that valuable tool from his hands. Then it left him only one choice - the library. "Mom?" Johnathan said into the phone that was mounted to the wall in the kitchen.

"Yes Johnathan?" Johnathan took a dry swallow at how sexy and sensuous his mother's voice sounded.

"Since I've been good...do you mind if I went to the library?" Johnathan asked hoping to get out of that house if only for a short time. Feeling the temperature starting to drop. He knew it meant one thing - she was coming!

"Hmm...you promise me your not going to use their computers?" Johnathan's mouth hung froze in the shape of an "O". Feeling that invisible touch he has been experiencing for the past three days. "Johnathan?! What's wrong son?" she asked when all she could hear was heavy breathing.

"Sorry, Mom. I got..." his left hand darted out catching on the lip of the counter. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. His body trembled, his toes curling in his old Vans sneakers. How that mysterious touch felt so divine. Caressing his tool in ways not even he perform on himself.

"Yes...cum for your mother," a sweet, soft, and seductive voice whispered into his ear.

"D-d-distracted by the TV," Johnathan stuttered, biting his his lip to muffle the sounds of his breathing. "And no I won't, I'll just use their microfiche if they have that," he said quickly so he could end the call before he came.

"Oh? Is my big...strong... handsome son," that salacious voice purred hungrily, "Trying to hold out on his mother. Don't you know by now mama knows everything about my sweet man, and I want to taste you each and every day. I'm the only one you'll ever need, Tate."

"Well...alright then, but I want you home by seven. I thought maybe...you and I could...watch this movie together," Anna blushed hard, her auburn hair hid her rosy cheeks. So that Carla couldn't see the need in her eyes.

"Sure," Johnathan said through clenched teeth, all so he could end the call.

"Okay. Be safe sweetheart," Anna said before hanging up.

"What's this?" cooed that sinful voice, "I told you, Tate. Don't be afraid to cum for your mother."

"Oh god! Fuck!" Johnathan howled as he soiled his underwear.

"That's my sweet boy, always good to his mother," the voice said breathlessly before disappearing all together.

Johnathan raced through the house, his fingers zipping his pants zipper after a quick change. He dared not to stay any longer within that house. Not after whatever it was just jacked him off.

"What the fuck!" Johnathan yelled at the house from down the driveway. "Who the fuck is Tate anyway?!" he grumbled kicking a stone sending it skipping along the asphalt pavement. Two miles he walked, two miles in that blistering heat until a caring driver pulled over to the side of the road.

"Do you need a ride?" asked the chipper woman.

"Sure, umm...you wouldn't be able to get me close to the library?" Johnathan asked looking into the window.

"Certainly. I can do you one better," she said smiling warmly at Johnathan as he slid into the seat. "So why didn't you drive yourself?"

"Don't have a car," Johnathan said matter-of-fact, "Plus we just moved here so I wouldn't know which way to go anyway."

"Oh?! Where did you move to?" the woman asked taking the first left towards the library.

"Just some weird old house on..." Johnathan said giving the woman the address.

"Really?!" Johnathan was a little shocked by the woman's answer. Since they had moved in everyone he had meet had a certain fear about their new home. They wouldn't come out and say it, he could see the fear of that place in their eyes. Yet her enthusiasm threw him off kilter. "As anyone ever told your family the history of that place?" she asked glancing at him with a knowing look.

"No...that's why I'm going to the library," Johnathan said as nicely as he could. His hands shot toward the dash as the woman slammed on her brakes.

"Then come over to my office, we have so much more then you can ever find at the library. Trust me in this!" she said. Her hands holding onto his left forearm, her brown eyes held glee within them.

"Umm..."

"Please! I'm Jennifer by the way," she said holding out her hand.

"Johnathan," he said shaking her hand.

"Here," Jennifer said after digging through her purse for the business card she had made for their group. Johnathan's thumb ran along the raised letters on the card. Reading the name "ParaHunters" as his eyes moved along the card. "We can help you. I know we can," Jennifer said vehemently nodding her head.

"Help? How?" Johnathan asked skeptical of it all. Then again, just a week ago he knew ghost didn't exist. Now, however, all that has been blown out of the water, how was he to deal with things that he knew nothing of?

"I don't know, until me and my team visits the house," Jennifer said tapping her chin, "We might not be able to do anything for you, or we might be able to cleanse the house. However, a detailed investigation needs to be conducted before anything like that can happen. But how about first I show you my office and we can tell you everything about that house. Well...everything we could obtain since the last family wouldn't allow us to investigate."

"Sure, I guess. It couldn't hurt," Johnathan admitted.

"Excellent!" Jennifer said excitedly clapping her hands, "I'll even give you a ride home afterwards."

"I got to say, I never get over the feeling whenever I look at this place," Jennifer said looking upon the McKay manor as they set in the driveway. "Maybe..."

"Hmm?" Johnathan asked as her opened the care door.

"Would you mind if I came over tomorrow? Just so I can get a lay of the land per sa," Jennifer said eager to finally be within those walls. If even a fraction of the information they had was real, there was no telling what if anything they might experience.

"I guess..." Johnathan said scratching his chin.

"Sweet!" Jennifer said excitedly before composing herself. "Ahem!" clearing her throat, "Would ten o'clock be alright with you?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. See you tomorrow then," Jennifer called out the window before driving off.

"Johnathan?!" Anna called out as the front door opened.

"Yeah, Mom," Johnathan said closing the door behind him.

"And you're home early," Anna said looking at the clock, "I'm glad," she cooed flashing her son a sweet, sinful smile. "You've surprised me baby."

"Okay," Johnathan said, trying not to be weirded out by his mother's increasing perplexing behavior. Ever since they had moved into that house his mother's attire has gotten rather revealing at least while they were home. Like the clothes she was currently wearing. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra given how her hard nipples were poking against the fabric. Along with how she wore no panties given the shape of her yoga pants.

"You're really putting in the effort to turn your life around," Anna said. Her fingertips skimming along the back of the couch, her hips swayed alluringly as she approached her son. "You don't know how happy that makes me," she said giving Johnathan a bashful look. "I do hope this turn around your behavior will stay. I do miss the son I raised," Anna said running her hands up her son's chest, "I would hate for you to miss out on your reward for such behavior," she whispered wantonly into his left ear. "Why don't you take a shower and relieve your stress you have stored here," Anna purred her left hand covering her son's groin. "Maybe later if you've been really good I'll give you something special," she smirked mischievously as she spun on her heel headed back towards the kitchen.

Johnathan just stood there in shock. He couldn't understand why he couldn't take his eyes off of his mother's ass as it shook with each step; nor could he rightly say why the feel of her hand felt more erotic than anything he has ever felt before.

"Well..." Anna said, turning slightly showing off her profile to her son as she stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "Hurry up, dinner is almost ready. You wouldn't want me coming into the bathroom looking for you when you're all wet, now would you?" she asked with a sly smirk. Anna softly chuckled to herself at the hurrying feet on the stairs.

"Oh, my god. What did I just do?" Anna asked herself as she stood in the kitchen. Partially remembering what had happened, looking down at her hand she knew she had actually touched her son's cock. Yet as to the reason why she had done such a thing alluded her mind. It just seemed like something had invaded her body the moment she heard the door opening. The lust that flooded her body knowing her son had returned, blinding her to the point that her mind had no rational control over her body. Yet she couldn't deny how hot and wet the thought of touching her son's tool again made her. She would have delved into that source all over again just for a touch.

"Come on Johnathan," Anna purred patting the seat next to her after they had dinner. Her eyes lustered watching her son as he placed the DVD into the tray. "Come now, I don't bite sweetheart," she said smiling mischievously at her son at his apprehensive look. Sucking on her bottom lip, enjoying how his shoulders shagged in defeat. Leaning into Johnathan as he sat beside her. "I, however, do nibble," Anna whispered salaciously into his ear.

Curling her legs underneath her as the movie began, resting her head on his shoulder. She had no idea why being this intimate with her son made her heart race; nor as to why it made her body come alive. Something at not even his own father could ever do to her. Then again her ex-husband was more concerned with his own pleasure than with hers.

Anna took a hold of his hand when the movie reached the halfway mark. For the better part of an hour she had struggled to contain her need to explore her son; or have him explore her sex, something she couldn't rightly decide on. She knew if she rushed things it would only frightened her son off. She needed to take this slow. She had no wish for her son to run away from her. Although it wouldn't hurt if her son knew what her pussy felt like, even if it was through the fabric of her yoga pants.

"Yes baby," Anna whispered lustfully into Johnathan's ear.

Johnathan's eyes glanced quickly over to her. He knew that voice. How could he not when it was only hours earlier that same voice had jacked him off. He grew worried that whatever it was had taken control of his mother.

"Touch me," Anna cooed wantonly. Her fingers rested over his, her thighs clenched together as the tips of his fingers moved along her labia. "Feel me baby," she whispered. Her hand guiding his, showing him how to touch a woman's sex. Her fingers weaved through his hair before turning his head towards her. Breathing heavily as their lips locked, moaning loudly as she rubbed his finger hard on her clit. "Yes baby! Make your mother cum, she needs to cum baby," Anna begged as her hand increased it's pace. "What's this?!" she cooed hungrily reaching across his lap. Her right hand softly gliding along his hard bulge. "Do you have something for your mother?" Anna asked her hand wrapping around his covered shaft giving it a few strokes.

"Yes. I believe you do," Anna said. Her tongue licked her lips, the back of her hand pushing his shorts over that hard tool. "Mmm...baby, you do have something mama likes. So how about you get me off, and I'll do the same for this lovely cock of yours."

"M-m-mom..." Johnathan began to speak only to have his words silenced by his mother's finger.

"Shh! No, no, you just sit there enjoy your mother's hand jacking your cock, Tate; however, don't forget about your mother either. She needs love just as you do my sweet boy," Anna said a strange light played across her eyes. A wicked, sinful, devious smile formed on her lips as Johnathan moaned as her hand became coated in his pre-cum. Her muscles rippled in pleasure as his fingers (with the help of hers), moved along the soaked fabric praying she could time her orgasm with his. "Mmm...Tate! Yes. Right there! Cum with me baby, let me see you erupt along side me," Anna purred as her hand pumped Johnathan's cock rapidly. "Yes Tate!" she howled as her womb detonated. "Look at all that delicious cum..."

Johnathan watched as whatever that was faded from his mother's eyes. Then how her eyes widened as she looked down at her cum covered hand and to her own crotch. Johnathan sat there perplexed as his mother raced up the stairs. Sighing heavily, as he looked down at his soiled, deflating member and to his cum soaked shirt. He knew something had to be done. If not then he had a suspension he would actually end up fucking his own mother. However, first and foremost he had to save his mother.​