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Ghost Story: Chapter 2, Part 3
The ghost said nothing as Maddie’s gloved hands slid up and down the invisible shaft that thrust up from the couch cushion in front of her, slick with invisible, spectral precum. He’d been silent this whole time, but suddenly, the silence seemed tense. Suddenly, Maddie was acutely aware she’d just offered to do ‘anything’ to satisfy the lust of a mysterious ghost she’d never fully seen, never heard speak… What sort of depravity might a perverted ghost, driven by lust, dream up for her? He might do something filthy like... fucking her ass! Or even worse… Her mind suddenly swam with perverse fantasies. She saw the ghost fucking her in the middle of the night as she lay in bed, Jack sleeping just a few feet away as she struggled to keep her voice down. She saw herself walking down the street when she her clothes suddenly turned invisible, every stranger in sight staring at her body as she futilely tried to cover herself… A shudder ran down her spine, but was it from revulsion… or excitement?
She was so lost in her fantasies she didn’t notice the her hands being pulled up as the invisible shaft they clung to floated up, its owner rising out of the couch cushions, his body still invisible. She only realized what was happening when her hands were just inches from her face and she found herself looking through the circle her fingers formed as they wrapped around the invisible cock. The salty, minty flavor of his thick and creamy spectral cum still clung to her tongue, but the musky scent of his precum-covered cock made her mouth begin to water all over again.
“You… you want my mouth again?” Maddie asked, violet eyes glancing up toward where she assumed his face would be, but saw only empty air. There was no reply, and the silence pressed down on her. “I’ll suck it for you… as many times as you want.” She offered, lips puckering up as she leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on the swollen tip of the ghost’s shaft. To her surprise, she felt a pair of invisible hands settle on her head, fingers stroking through her coppery hair, a moment of almost… tenderness… before they suddenly gripped her skull, firmly holding her head in place.
Maddie’s eyes went wide at the ghost’s touch before she even felt the ghostly cock on her lips begin to push forward, forcing her lips to part, the soft kiss turning into something much more lewd as the fat cockhead filled her mouth once again. Her hands still stroked at the precum-coated length, even with two hands, her delicate fingers were barely able to completely wrap around the monstrous ghostly cock, it was so incredibly thick… It felt like a pair of soda cans, stacked on top of each other, if not a little bigger! The head alone was almost too big, but she could handle it, her eyes fluttering closed as she began to suck hungrily, her cheeks hollowing around it, her tongue swirling over the blunt, helmet-shaped tip, tasting his minty precum.
Danny knew what he was doing was wrong. She was his mom, for fuck’s sake! But he couldn’t stop himself, something inside him had taken control, years of repressed desire and lust denied, even to himself, drove him on as his hips pushed forward. He watched as his mother’s body suddenly lurched, a spluttering cough forcing itself out around his shaft as the head pushed against the entrance to her throat, her head pulling against his hands, futilely. He didn’t let her pull away, no, he only eased his hips back a fraction of an inch allowing her to recover for a few seconds. Her purple eyes looked up in his direction, glistening with tears of effort, her expression one of confusion and disbelief. He pushed forward again, and her eyes widened for a moment before squeezing shut, straining, as she fought the urge to gag, lasting a few seconds this time before another cough forced itself from her lips and he eased back once more.
Maddie could hardly believe what was happening, the ghost was trying to stuff that monster into her throat! There was no way it would fit, it was absolutely impossible! But then, when his cockhead eased back the second time, she felt a flash of frustration at her failure, some part of her wanted to be able to take it all, to swallow that beast to the hilt, to make him feel good, to show him she was a good slut, even better than Sam… That thought startled her, but before she could analyze it, the ghostly cock pushed forward once more, harder than before.
Maddie’s eyes squeezed shut once more as she strained to suppress her urge to gag, the blunt tip of the perverted ghost’s massive cock grinding against her uvula, her lips stretching around its veiny girth. It was impossible, it was way too big, but she had to try… In a moment of desperation, she shifted, her hands sliding off his cock and splayed out on his hips, and she pushed her head forward… The act shifted the angle of her neck just a few degrees, but that was all it took for the head of his cock to force its way past the clenching entrance to her throat and push deeper. Her eyes snapped open with shock as that overgrown teenage cock plunged a good six inches into her throat, thick, hard and hot. She could feel her throat stretch around his sheer girth, her lips stretched painfully as they reached the fattest point of his shaft, like the corners of her mouth would tear, and her jaw strained like it was going to dislocate!
Maddie couldn’t take it, not for long, and a ragged cough forced itself out past the ghost’s invading cock after only a few seconds. Thankfully, her attacker was merciful enough to pull back when she began to choke, it slid from her throat, then pulled itself from her lips entirely, his hands leaving her head, letting Maddie alternate between ragged, choking coughs and desperate gasps for air for a long moment, her face flushed, her eyes watery, her once-neat hair a mess. Being distracted with recovering from her first attempt at a throat-fuck, it took Maddie a moment to realize the ghost had phased out completely, her hands falling through empty space as his hips disappeared from touch.
“W-wait! I can do better! I promise!” Maddie pleaded, blindly groping through the air in front of her, she seemed... desperate. Thankfully for her, the dark desires that had taken over Danny were far from finished with the redheaded milf. Danny floated around behind her, wordlessly, his gaze roaming down his mother’s voluptuous form to her most impressive feature, her mouth-watering, jaw-dropping ass, the shiny blue material of her jumpsuit clinging to the twin globes of her juicy rear and those deliciously thick thighs. For years, he’d unwittingly stared every time she walked in front of him in that skintight suit, her backside swaying and wobbling with each step, every time she’d bent down for something, unknowingly presenting the finest ass in town for her teenaged son, the sight burned into his hormone-addled mind forever and fueling wicked desires inside him… desires that had finally driven the boy to this moment.
Danny’s hand materialized as he raised it high overhead, then brought it swinging down hard, palm colliding with his mother’s plump rear end with a sharp, resounding ‘smack’. Maddie gasped in shock and jumped at the impact, the force of the hand making her entire backside jiggle erratically, at least, until the hand returned and grabbed hold, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing and kneading a handful of her bountiful booty. Danny had been dreaming of this moment, of groping his mother’s ridiculously sexy ass, for years, whether he wanted to admit it or not, and now that he finally had it in his hand, it was everything he’d ever imagined and more. Maddie’s gasp of shock soon turned into a whimper of desire as her ghostly attacker took his time kneading and squeezing her ass, playing with it like he owned it. She didn’t even notice her hips rising up, lifting her ass slightly so the ghost could assault it easier.
That slight movement spurred Danny on, his other hand materialized and reached forward, grabbing the back of Maddie’s head. She let out a gasp of surprise, but before she could react, the hand was pushing forward and down, driving her face into the couch cushion in front of her, burying her nose in the wet spot that had set off her suspicions in the first place, her nose filled with the scent of Sam’s pussy juice as her vision went dark. Danny’s fingers sank into her ass, the material of her bodysuit stretching under his fingertips as he pulled her hips up as high as they would go, the position of her head forcing her spine to arch. She didn’t look like she was being forced into this position, she looked like an animal in heat, a bitch presenting her pussy to be mated.
Maddie let out a muffled moan into the couch cushion as the mysterious ghost’s hand released its grip on her ass and dove between her thighs, invisible digits grinding against her pussy through the material of her bodysuit. Thankfully it was waterproof, or else it would be completely soaked, and anyone would be able to see what a dripping, drooling mess the ghost’s rough treatment had made her. Instead, all her juices were trapped within, she could feel the warmth and wetness all down her thighs. She knew the ghost would be able to feel how hot and swollen her pussy lips were, even through her suit. Her hips wiggled uncontrollably as those invisible fingers stroked along her plump outer lips, her knees moving apart to give them room, parting her thick thighs for the ghost assaulting her needy, mature pussy.
Danny’s fingertips slid through the fabric of her suit only to solidify again between the hot, wet lips of his mother’s pussy, spreading her open and teasing her inner folds, one digit seeking out the swollen button of her clit and grinding against it. Maddie moaned again, louder this time, though her voice was still muffled by the cushion her face was buried in. Danny couldn’t believe it, how could his mom have a pussy like this? How could she be so hot, so wet, so plump and soft and sensitive? Without warning, he thrust three fingers into her, his digits plunging easily into the soft, yielding entrance of her pussy, drawing another lewd moan from his mother as her walls clung to the invading fingers. How could this slutty, needy, cock-hungry pussy belong to his mom?
Maddie couldn’t resist anymore, her hips were squirming and pushing back against the ghost’s fingers uncontrollably. She twisted her head to the side enough to free her mouth. “Please! I can’t take it anymore! I’m going crazy! No more teasing!” She whimpered, pleading with her tormentor. “Fuck me! Hurry and fuck me!” She begged, desperately.
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Jazz’s head was swimming. Her mother was bent over on the couch, begging to be fucked by a ghost- and not just any ghost, her brother, and Sam’s boyfriend! Her mother was cheating on her father, she was betraying her principles as a ghost hunter, her brother was cheating on his girlfriend, this was all wrong, so very, very wrong, it was illegal, immoral, it was unhealthy, it was… disgusting… right? So why couldn’t she bring herself to interrupt the depravity unfolding before her? Why couldn’t she leave, or even look away? Why was her body getting so hot? Why was her mouth watering? She swallowed, nervously, and glanced over at Sam, looking for some sort of sanity amid this madness, only to do a double-take, her eyes widening.
Sam couldn’t resist, watching Maddie get increasingly desperate to be fucked was super-hot, and with the added twist that she was unknowingly begging her own son to fuck her brains out made it just too much to bear, she had to get some real relief. Her hand slid down her stomach and slipped underneath the fabric of her panties, delving between her thighs as she knelt on the stairs, two fingers sliding between her pussy lips and plunging into her hungry slit. She bit down on her plump, purple-painted lower lip to silence a moan. She definitely needed this... She glanced over at Jazz and found the slightly-older redhead staring at her, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. For a moment, the two made eye contact, and Sam shot her a knowing smirk. The blush on her face darkened two shades, spreading all the way to her ears, and she quickly looked away, back to the scene in the living room. Sam’s smirk lingered for a moment as she glanced Jazz up and down, widening as she noted two stiff points pushing against the college girl’s black shirt...
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